#bev mash

[will-graham-crackers]

Hannibal being Achilles and Will being Patrochlus is something so personal to me.

ALSO THE FACT THAT THEY HAD DEBATES OVER WHO TOPPED OR BOTTOMED IN ANCIENT GREECE..

Dude… fandom culture hasn’t changed in thousands of years…

no, because I see Price and Zeller arguing about this over their dinner table. While Bev asks for someone to pass the mashed potatoes or something

[labia-majorasmask]

JJK Men taking care of you while you're sick (at varying degrees of competency and care)

in honor of me being bedridden by my seasonal allergies yesterday, here's a crack/drabble for y'all

ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma

Gojo - you text him that you wake up feeling like you got hit by a bus, and you think he's fucking with you saying that he's not around, but mans is at the pharmacy/chemist picking you up cold meds, tissues, and a lil snack (the snack is for him but he'll say it's for you). will watch tiktok compilations with you until you take a nap and then will take unflattering pics of u to show you (and his students) at a later date. will tease you with almost-kisses but won't kiss you because he doesn't want to get sick

Geto - already noticed that you were feeling off the night before and had the cold meds lined tf UP for you that morning, along with tea/a warm bev, a warm compress, and more pillows to prop up your head. will hang out with you and put on a podcast the two of you like and will put an extra blanket on you when you take a midday nap. will kiss you on the hand or the top of your head because those heal the soul.

Nanami - noticed you've been working hard and have been stressed out lately so he preemptively got cold meds, nasal spray, cough drops, a new pillow for you, and the nice tissues (you know the ones). makes you tea, soup, and jello [scientifically proven by the UoY [university of Yeetza, medical accreditation pending]] and makes sure you get enough rest. will watch mockumentaries with you while making sure the beverage you're drinking isn't coming out your nose while you both crack up. will not give you a kiss but will hold you

Toji - the one who got you sick, y'all are laid up feeling miserable a f together and share custody of the tissue box. took the last of the cold meds and does not have money to buy more. will watch trashy reality 2000s tv with you while you both chug hot bevs and chew ice chips because that is how the body heals from illness. y'all are not touching each other until you're both better, but i feel like he's down bad enough that he'd still kiss/hook up/etc with his partner even if they were sick. man is foul but i respect the dedication

Choso - is concerned that you're sick, doesn't know what to do, and brings home a mish mash of meds that are somewhat helpful (it's the thought that counts). finds a cute stuffed animal at the store, puts it through the wash while you're asleep and puts it next to you while it's still warm from the dryer. will warm up soup for you and if you ask him nicely he'll make airplane noises and feed you the soup. won't kiss you but will run you a bath and wash your hair and scratch your head and rub your shoulders and tell you about his day

Sukuna - (sukuna girlies please forgive me/don't come for me, i don't think of this man unless i'm objectifying him while i look at fanart) very mean about you being sick and bullies you to stay in bed. will throw pillows at you if you try and get up from bed, will take your phone away from you so you bore yourself to sleep. will make you make your own tea/warm bevs because he's a clinically diagnosed meanie head. will not touch you because you're sick and have germs, but will refrain from doing any fun activities without you because you're one of his preferred meatbags

Higuruma - someone give this man a raise, he'll work from home and get your meds delivered to you. will order your favorite comfort foods because he has a list of them saved in his phone, you don't even have to ask. will send unhinged tiktoks/instagram reels to you while he works and will have all of his meals with you. will hug you and kiss the top of your head, or kiss your hair while he forgets about water boiling on the stove until you both hear it overflow and sizzle

gonna scurry off into the night because i need to do paperwork that i didn't do yesterday, hope you feel better if you're sick :)

[sunshinereddie]

In response to the mountain of tags you left on the Eddie outfit post:

I do not think Eddie is "well dressed". I'm sorry. I do however think he is very uniquely dressed. And also he is a rich bitch. This all mashes together into clashing patterns, gaudy watches and rings, designer shoes, silk ascots, etc etc.

Also in the book, Eddie describes buying things just for the sake of having him. Like his fancy house, and his fancy tv, and all that. He says it's his way of saying "see mom? I can do it by myself!" I think that would extend to his wardrobe. Does any of it match? No. Is it fancy and also gorgeous? Yes <3

AHAHAHAHA i’ve been called out (/j)…… i personally love his outfits in the miniseries but also who am i to speak on what well dressed means because i wear like the same 3 outfits every week lmaoo

but honestly. him being rich and just throwing outfits together because he can makes a lot of sense!!!! he never got to do that growing up so now as an adult when he sees things and he likes them he buys them and wears them and doesn’t consider for a second if it is “fashionable” because HE likes how it looks :)

now that you’re bringing this up tho i’m also imagining him wearing these outfits that he’s always thought looked nice, and then wearing them in front of beverly Professional Fashion Designer marsh and bev just. goes straight into a panic. she’s like “yes eddie individually all of these pieces are very very nice but dear god what were you thinking pairing that blazer with those pants ?????” i’d like to think that she maybe gives eddie a few tips on how to dress “nicer” , like gives him tips on what fabrics to match and colour theory and all that, but she also doesn’t completely erase the funky style that eddie has made for himself and leaves some of that quirk that eddie has in his outfits!

[vampirevatican]

Hobie Headcannons - General

this is just me laying down a ground work of how i see him, v small surface basics.

(i already wrote all my best stuff down, found in the masterlist btw)

Personality

ong. this man is a goofster. sure he can definitely be serious when necessary but dude is so chill and funny.

he is canonically “effortlessly cool”, so it makes me think he's a bit nonchalant.

definitely cares for ppl close/important to him. never talks down to anyone is always on level w/ them.

bc, i love guys that are chill but big sweeties? that's how ima write him, like that's just who he is to me.

Cockney, Jamaican Patois, and AAVE

the way he talks is a mashup of things, canon from the talented daniel kaluuya, and the mash up is brit and cockney slang but i also wanna say jamaican patois nd aave?? really gotta brush up on stuff via google or asking a fave professor but "big steppa", "youngin", "i ain't even here" give off those sections of dialect

it's also why i wanna say he has jamaican roots or just caribbean. (yes i'll explain if you ask it's fresh in my mind from my last college course in spring) anyways if im writing him it's a mash up of those dialects with where i feel he'd put it.

Slang/Dialect Vocab

canon: youngin, innit, scooby doo, ’s all, bloody shame, come out of it, mandem

fanon?: bev, proper/right, bin, wifey, blud, pum pum, slag

[mariusperkins]

December Fic Round Up

A big month!! A fun month!! Before we get to the "big" part though:

The monthly update to my ongoing HectorHeard fic, Fiction is for Fools, as we take a look at one of Hector's undercover assignments (25k, wip, sfw, 24/34)

As an extra Christmas treat, we see how the Masks kids are spending part of their holidays, and Franklin has an encounter while on a mission that makes him consider his position as a non-powered person in a superpowered superhero team in Merry Mundane Christmas (sfw, gen, chanti & franklin, 3.7k)

And now, the Big part!! I love Christmas and my favourite Christmas song is 'Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas' (any cover is, to me, great but obviously the Judy Garland one hold a special place in my heart - she just hits the melancholy, yearning tone of it perfectly imo), and so I decided to do a little 12 days of christmas type of thing using the song lyrics as titles: Let Your Heart Be Light (34k total, multifandom)

Have yourself a merry little Christmas (Fantasy High, Sklonda/Gilear): Sklonda helps Gilear work out what to do with his first post-divorce Christmas

Let your heart be light (Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Ferris/Cameron/Sloane): Ferris and Sloane find an excuse to be with Cameron over the holidays, and find a way to get his romantic attention

Next year all our troubles will be out of sight (The Vast of Night, Fay/Everett): Everett and Fay spend their first Christmas in space

Have yourself a merry little Christmas, make the Yuletide gay (Bram Stroker's Dracula, MIna/Lucy): Mina visits Lucy on Christmas eve, Lucy is an excellent undead host

Next year all our troubles will be miles away (Ace Attorney, Miles/Phoenix, Phoenix & Trucy): post-disbarment era Phoenix attempts at Christmas for his daughter (or, Trucy helps her new father with their first Christmas together, depending on how you look at it)

Once again, as in olden days (It, Ben/Bev, Ben & Richie): Richie "helps" Ben with Bev

Happy golden days of yore (It, post movie, Eddie/Richie, Ben/Bev, Ben & Richie): Ben replays the "favour" and helps Richie with Eddie

Faithful friends who were near to us, Will be dear to us once more (Friends at the Table, gen, post-seasons of hieron): Hadrian waits for everyone to arrive for a solstice party

Someday soon, we all will be together (MASH, gen): Radar works to get everyone's Christmas calls through but the war has other plans

If the fates allow (Psych, Shawn/Gus): Shawn and Gus hide their relationship from everyone while at a resort

Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow (Vibes, Sylvia/Nick): Sylvia and Nick's first holiday

So have yourself a merry little Christmas now (Friends at the Table, Fero & Everyone): Fero, who doesn't see the point of making such a fuss over Christmas, ends up having to host everyone for Christmas

Happy new year everyone!

[thegeminisage]

it's tng update time.

we did. and you know this. because i made. i counted. 18 posts about it. "half a life." and of course: "the host" (honorific).

half a life: part of what makes the ep after this so wonderful is that THIS episode was so genuinely upsetting. it was a huge bummer. it was awful. the only fucking episode lwaxana troi has been in that cathy actually watched and she had a valid character arc. i was furious. and then we got into it and i was like. oh.

first of all, kudos to charles winchester from mash for being here. cathy caught a 4077 ref that i missed bc i wasnt paying attention. i cant believe he was gay when he did this

secondly. the fucking. ethical implications of. people who are infirm should be dead for their children's sake and for their own sake. like it's better to be dead than in a nursing home. when you're 60 time's up. parents care for their children so children should care for their parents. your aging parents are mortal and they'll die one day. your daughter wants you to kill yourself. you want to die and can't wait to kill yourself. you don't want to live and then you do want to live but you still have to kill yourself. you're 60. you're 60. YOUR DAUGHTER WANTS YOU TO KILL YOURSELF. when she is 60 your daughter WILL ALSO KILL HERSELF.

i think the most fucked up part of this was that lwaxana ruined him. she meant well, and for once i saw her point and her arguments as totally valid (i usually think she's horrible), it was like maybe the only semi-selfless thing she's ever done aside from the ferengi business we will not be discussing. but she ruined him. when he was fine with dying and he had to die, fine and whatever. when he wanted to live?? no longer fine. if he lives his people will hate him forever. his daughter will regret him living because he can't be laid to rest in the family plot. because he can't die with his friends and family surrounding him. but he's 60. people live to be well over a hundred in the star trek universe, other aliens live even longer. he's SIXTY. he's healthy. he has work to do. a planet to save. and he's gonna die knowing his work meant nothing and his planet might die and his grandson may have nowhere to grow up. live or die, he will be miserable either way, just because he was introduced to a different way of life. it's SO fucked up

i think i had more to say about this after it ended but i have clean forgotten all of it. like it's been blasted out of my memory which is probably for the best. the short version is, i am living at home taking care of my mother who turned 58 three days ago. i didn't need any of that.

but then.

But Then.

the host: what can i possibly. i mean. the sheer. the fucking

like the fucking MOOD WHIPLASH alone

i had heard of this episode years ago. so i knew beverly's bf was a parasite and he eventually jumped into a woman and i was made to believe she was super homophobic about it. i was prepared to look completely past all of this and enjoy not-quite-gay SUBTEXT. i was NOT prepared for ANY of the rest of it

to get this out of the way: as i said, though i miss wesley very much (ask catherine i say so like every episode) it's so fortunate that he was not here. i think bev finally hit menopause because her horny levels were CRITICALLY off the charts and this whole debacle would have been so awkward for him. i'm glad he sent her a letter god bless i'm so glad he's fine wherever he is

the BABY BUMP THIS GUY HAD. this i was not expecting. i didn't know we were doing pregnant men in this episode. i figured the entire episode would be about beverly being like "this is weird cuz idw fuck you now that you're a woman" i had no idea his ass would jump into RIKER

riker did amazing bg work in this ep too before he got to star. he gave beverly and her bf some KNOWING looks. at one point the following exchange was uttered: "HE knows they're fucking." "yeah he wishes it was him." apollo and the dodgeball.....

the fact that after that i literally did have the thought "yeah except he'd never fuck beverly. she's one of the few people who are off limits." lisa simpson dot jpg

and then riker's pregnancy, what can one say. beverly put a little worm in his body. i'm only sad we didn't get to see the baby bump because that would have been extremely funny

i spent the whole ep thinking no way can beverly fuck riker. they have to work together. she has to look him in the eye after this. AND THEN THEY DID.

like it's so insane. it's not even that i dislike the concept because the fallout could lead to some extremely meaty interpersonal drama except for the fact that star trek generally isn't about interpersonal drama and we didn't see riker again after he got possessed. we didn't get one word from him. the silence seems so calculated so as to avoid having to write his reaction. BUT I WANTED HIS REACTION. will he not tell us how it feels to be possessed and pregnant and FUCKING BEVERLY CRUSHER? genuinely this is the first time i've been tempted to look up tng fic. someone tell me there is fic

also, like, he only had 18 hours until he got a new body. she could have waited to fuck the new guy if she felt weird about it being riker. SHE didn't know the knew guy was gonna be a woman. like it had to be menopause

the fact that deanna condoned this, even suggested it, is INSANE. not only because she didn't consider riker's ability, or lack of ability, to consent, but because THAT'S HER BOYFRIEND. quasi-boyfriend. sometimes exes sometimes fwb. like it's NUTS.

their discussion was so wild too. like "what do i miss...his hands, his mouth...no, there was more than that" girl they were 5 more minutes away from discovering the split attraction model. actually i don't even normally like the split attraction model but this episode made me like it a little more. growth <3

actually on that subject quasi-exes are weirdly chill with each other on this show. picard and beverly are kinda dating and kinda not, the same way deanna and riker kind of are and kind of aren't. and picard is like...beverly whatever else i am to you i'm also your friend and i know this fucking sucks. do you want a hug. like that is SO chill and cool of him. and ik they probably do this bc they don't want to have to maintain character development but it winds up accidentally feeling really refreshing

anyway: The Woman

i can't believe that beverly can fuck riker, her "sort of "brother," but not this hot blonde lady. and i know it's because they can't be gay but ACTUALLY

i was SHOCKED that gender didn't come into it at all. like yes it was the elephant in the room but nowhere in beverly's dialogue did she say she couldn't do this because odan was a woman now. copypasting:

"Perhaps it is a human failing, but we are not accustomed to these kinds of changes. I can't keep up. How long will you have this host? What would the next one be? I can't live with that kind of uncertainty. Perhaps, someday, our ability to love won't be so limited."

NONE OF THAT MENTIONS GENDER. none!!! the only part that could be interpreted as a gender thing was when beverly said bring HIM in, and was smiling bc she was about to meet the new version of her bf, only for her smile to drop when she encountered a woman. you could sort of read it as "a woman will be even weirder than riker and i just don't have it in me to go through that acclimation process again" BUT LIKE. like she's CHOOSING not to. not that she couldn't eventually adjust. to a woman. beverly just found out she's bisexual fr

like the wrist kiss was SO SENSUAL. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK. i can't believe they let two women do that on tv in 1991. holy shit. AND!!! they said i love you to each other. i did quite literally stand up out of my seat. it feels very progressive considering when it was written

and like it's a shame this was in the same episode where riker gets knocked up bc that distracted from the entire gay thing. i WISH the whole episode had been odan in a woman's body and riker had had his own episode to do all of that in later. like it would've been incredible. sexuality is fluid <3

anyway. wow. next time: "the mind's eye" and "in theory," two episodes i already feel sorry for because they will Never live up to all of that.

[delicatebluebirdruins]

I would love a Village film where Mother Miranda is played by Samantha Sloyan (Bev Keane from Midnight Mass and Shasta from the midnight club by Mike Flanagan)

she has the range and they already look a like to me

(guy who made Welcome to Raccoon City wanted to do a few other films Village being one it would be interesting to have seen his take on it because his choice to take RE1 which was in July and RE2/3 being in September and mash them together made my expectations for the film go through floor because it made and still makes no sense... I just ignore that bit when I watch the film as it is fun just a little much I need to rewatch and actually add to my review of it the best thing about it was Lisa Trevor and what they did with her, worst other than the timeline. the casting of Richard and Wesker.

[peachywise]

little games

richie tozier x reader 

– Part IV || ⋆ Introduction ⋆ Part I ⋆ Part II ⋆ Part III ⋆ Part IV ⋆ Part V (more to be released)

– Synopsis: It was a harmless prank. At least, Richie thought so. Your reaction wasn’t one he exactly expected. (aged up)

 – Notes: hey!! i hope you guys like this latest installment. it’s a bit more angsty than the other ones, but it’s sort of the jumping off point for a deeper plot in the story!! let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!! there’s a slight abuse tw in this, nothing is shown, but hinted. 

That bastard was playing some sort of mind game, and you were about to snap. Seriously. It had been an entire week since the super glue incident, and Richie had been dead silent. He hadn’t done a single thing to you other than pass you in the hall and give you a brief glance. Part of you feared maybe you had gone too far in trying to take Eddie away from him, but even then, wasn’t this what you wanted? For him to leave you alone? Maybe you had just gotten so used to the fights and the pranks that now you were just… bored.

Yeah. That had to be it. 

Still, you felt constantly ready for some kind of bomb to go off. Even Bill had noticed your increased anxiety, and his worrying over you had gotten just as bad as it had been when you first moved here. That needed to change. You couldn’t deal with it.

So, after school today, you fully intended to walk straight up to Richie and ask him what his deal was. If he was done with this prank war, then fine. You’d accept it, and move on. You just had to know and stop living in fear that he was going to chop your hair off with scissors, or pop into your room while you were sleeping a shove a pie in your face. You were anxious for his answer, though you wouldn’t dare admit it. All history class your fingers had been tapping on your desk, leg bouncing, pen clicking. Stan kept giving you odd looks and even Eddie had asked if you were okay. You just laughed, brushing it off. But your eyes stayed glued to the analog clock on the wall, each passing second ticking slower then the last. 

Then, with just one call, it was like everything had stopped all together, and all thoughts of Richie dissipated away, replaced by pure fear. “Y/N?” the teacher said, moving to hang the corded phone back on the wall. “That was the front office. Your mother is here for a meeting, and you’re being called down. Something about a suspension?” Giving you an all too bored look, your teacher promptly returned to the lesson as if nothing of great significance had been said.

But it was significant. Terribly, threateningly significant. Your mother couldn’t be here. You needed to leave before she could get to you. In a state of pure panic, you shot up from your desk and didn’t even bother to collect your notebook before you headed straight for the door, not saying a single word to your friends who called your name, or your teacher as you left. Your breathing became erratic, and your vision started to blur due to the cold haze that settled over your consciousness. You just needed to leave, to get out, get out, get out. 

Heading in the opposite direction, away from the office near the main entrance, you ran outside, fully intending to round back to the front to walk home, not even waiting for Bill. No doubt Eddie or Stan would let him know what had happened and where you were supposed to be, and he’d be able to put the pieces together from there. Walking down the front path of the school, still trying to calm yourself down and sneak away without anyone seeing, a sudden hand grabbed your forearm and nearly sent you into cardiac arrest, and the panic you had been trying to suffocate came back in a crashing wave, trying to suffocate you instead. 

“Let go!” You screamed, ripping your arm away as the school bell rung in unison. Cowering slightly, you wrapped your arms around yourself. You started to run once more, but a masculine voice you instantly recognized called out your name instead of the scratchy, feminine one you had expected. “Richie, I-I, sorry, I have to go home. Let Bill know I left early?” you stated back with a shaky voice, as you begun to walk away without even giving him a passing glance. If he saw your face, he’d know something was wrong and you weren’t sure you could deal with getting made fun of at the moment. 

“What, are you trying to sneak away from your meeting with the principal?” That stopped you. Taking in a sharp inhalation of breath, filling up your lungs to the point it almost hurt, you tried to stand a little straighter. “How do you know about that?” you gritted, as your fingers dug into your crossed arms, painfully trying to distract yourself as students started to exit the building, crowding around, bumping shoulders. 

Turning around, you saw Richie pull an innocent face, and immediately your heart dropped. He planned this. “Uh, Y/N, what’s up with the pictures of you plastered everywhere?” A new voice joined in, as Bev casually made her way down the front steps, joining both you and Richie as she passed you a slip of paper.

Glancing down, the photo that Bev handed you was a picture used in your old school year book. Your face was bright, smiling with a mouth full of braces with food obviously caught in them and the tag line ‘looking for a prom date?’ added below. You would have been embarrassed, if it weren’t for the revolting anger that started to seep through your bones. Still refusing to look up at Richie, you quietly asked, “so is my mother here?” 

Richie smirked. “What? You’re that afraid of getting suspended?” he questioned playfully, but your voice immediately started to cut him off as you whipped your head up, tears starting to fall down your face “Richie, is my mother here?” you shouted, as if that would finally get through that dumbass’s skull. His face immediately fell from it’s previous impish state, to one of pure confusion. 

As he took a step forward, his hand slightly outreached, you took a step back away from him. “No, no, she’s not, I just needed to get you to the main entrance to see the pictures, thought I’d freak you out a bit with a fake suspension warning while I was at it,” he stated with uncertainty as his hand dropped back to his side. “Why are you so upset? I’ve done worse shit,” he added, as Bev moved towards you and gripped your hand in hers, giving you the same confused look as you wiped your tears away. Your mother wasn’t here. 

You were safe. You were okay. “Hey, want me to give you a ride home?” Bev asked, as she gave a reassuring squeeze to your hand. You nodded your head, as you began to move towards the parking lot, completely ignoring Richie’s previous inquiry. 

Richie stepped forward to stop you again. “Y/N, seriously, what’s going on?” He asked once more, this time a little more freaked out. Taking in a soft breath, you dropped Bev’s hand and turned to face him. “Did you forget I moved here to live with Bill, Richie?” You bit out, finally stepping closer to him as you gave him what looked like the worlds most pathetic threatening stare in your mentally exhausted state. “I don’t live with my mother. Next time you try and prank me, use some fucking common sense and get your facts straight,” you snapped, before turning on your heel and making your way back to Bev and her car. 

After Bev had dropped you off, it was only twenty minutes until your cousin Bill had made his way home. He immediately veered into your room, a concerned look washed over his face as he sat on the opposite end from you on your windowsill. “I heard what happened,” he stated. You just nodded your head, unsure of what to say. In Bev’s car, you had finally calmed down enough for the anger to dissipate. She hadn’t pushed you to tell her what happened. In all honestly, you figured she had already guessed why the idea of seeing your mother freaked you out so much. You would tell her eventually, but everything was too raw in that moment, and bottling it up was the only way you knew how to cope. Your mother couldn’t come near you anymore, so it was best just to leave the past in the past. At least, you hoped. “Are y-you okay?” He questioned, as he brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them in the exact same position you were in. You gave a tiny smile. “I’m okay, Bills,” you said. “I just panicked in the moment. She’s not here,” you reassured yourself, more than him. Bill gave you a sad smile. “Want me to talk to R-Richie?” he added, and you fiercely shook your head. That wouldn’t do any good. “He doesn’t know, and he isn’t ever going to know,” you murmured, turning your head back to look out at the perfectly suburban street. “I don’t want him to pity me,” you admitted, as you leaned your head back to rest against the wall. “I like it here, Bills,” you confessed, turning to look back at him. “I like your friends.” He corrected you with a slight smirk, “our friends.” 

You laughed, nodding your head. “Our friends,” you reiterated. “Eddie, Ben and Richie are s-s-supposed to come over tonight to watch a m-movie,” Bill said, as you raised an eyebrow. “I can cancel it,” he offered. You shook your head. “It’s okay,” you mumbled, as you played with a loose thread on one of the pillows on the windowsill. “Richie unknowingly went too far with this prank. It’s not his fault, but I still can’t face him. I’ll just stay in my room tonight.” Bill’s forehead slightly creased as his head quirked to the side. “Y-you sure?” he questioned, as you turned your head to the window once more.

“Yeah,” you reassured.

It started to rain. 

You ended up falling asleep not long after Bill left your room. Turns out, panic attacks take a lot out of a person. The only reason you had even woken up and not slept a good fourteen hours through the night was because you heard the boys start walking through the door. What a loud bunch. 

Getting up with a small yawn, you moved over to your desk and quickly scrawled out a note on a piece of paper. You had an inking Richie would try and come talk to you, and you wanted to make it known you weren’t particularly in the mood. Moving to open up the door a crack, you quickly taped up your impromptu sign that read “Beep the beep off, Richie” (your aunt didn’t care all that much for your swearing), and turned to walk back inside. Before you could, however, an unsure voice called from down the hall, “hey, Y/N?” 

Turning around to look, your eyes simply brushed over the messy haired boy, in his too big glasses and obscenely patterned shirt. ‘ You flipped him the bird before shutting your door. 

After two and a half hours had passed, and you had made a sizeable dent in an essay that wasn’t due for another couple of days, you figured it was safe enough to leave your room. You’d heard the door close once or twice, and assumed the boys had already watched the movie and left. 

You were a little embarrassed that you hid out for so long, but even seeing Richie in the hallway had panicked you a little bit. The thought of him knowing what had happened stressed you out, and you were still irrationally upset at his prank. Realistically, you knew you couldn’t blame him. 

It still sucked, though.

Getting off your chair and stretching your arms out, you moved out of your room, intent on getting a small snack before you went to bed. As you were about to enter the kitchen, however, the sound of a frustrated voice stopped you.

Hiding behind the wall, you unashamedly began to ease drop. 

“You n-need to leave Y/N alone, R-r-richie,” Bill stuttered, and you could almost hear how clenched his jaw must have been. Didn’t you tell him not to say anything? He shouldn’t be stepping in where he doesn’t belong. You hated when he hovered, and if he was going to continue to do this you were–

“Did they say something?” Richie inquired, pointedly annoyed. “Not directly, but–” Bill started to argue. Richie cut him off. “Then stay out of it. Bill, Y/N is a lot stronger than you think,” he started, his tone raised just slightly. “Christ, if they can keep up with the fucking shit I put them through before this, do you really think they can’t get past whatever happened today? I realized I stepped on a nerve. I won’t ask, and I don’t expect you to tell me anything, but I get it, alright?” Well, shit. Did you just start respecting bug eyes a little bit? “If they want me to leave them alone, they would tell me that, you don’t need to protect them so much,” he finished just as you stepped around the corner. 

Bills eyes immediately widened as he caught sight of you. 

Walking towards the fridge, you opened it and pulled out a carton of milk, before moving over to pour a bit of it into a cup. Both boys were silent, watching you, clearly unsure if you had heard exactly what had gone down. 

Turning back to walk out, you clapped Bill on the shoulder as you passed and said, “don’t worry, you can protect Richie instead for what’s coming to him on Monday.”

You heard Richie muttered a soft, “fucking shit,” under his breath as you turned the corner.  

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[seecarrun]

M.A.S.H.

“Give me three numbers.”

“Sixty-nine, four twenty, six six six.”

Bev eyed Richie, who grinned back at her spectacularly. “You do know what those numbers mean, correct?” she asked.

Richie beamed. “I said what I said.”

Bev rolled her eyes, but wrote them down. “Three careers.”

“Famous comedian, famous radio DJ, famous porn star.”

She wrote them down. “Three girls.”

“You,” he answered immediately, with a wink. Bev blew him a kiss and wrote her own name. “Pamela Anderson. Aaaaand…” he pursed his lips pretending to be deep in thought, before snapping and pointing at the paper. “Eddie’s mom.”

“Fuck you,” Eddie called across the table, not even looking up from the homework he was trying to finish before the next period. Bill laughed, Stan rolled his eyes. Ben giggled, despite himself.

“I’ll just put down Eddie,” Bev decided, which also earned her a squawk of protest from Eddie, but they ignored him. “Okay,” she started drawing a swirl in the corner of the paper. “Say stop.”

Richie waited a few seconds, then, “Stop.”

Bev counted the little swirl rotations, and got to work crossing things off the little game on the paper, until finally, one of each category was left. “Richie Tozier,” she started, seriously. “Your future.”

Richie grinned, and despite themselves, the other Losers all stopped what they were doing to listen in.

“You are going to live in a mansion.”

“Naturally.”

“You are going to be a famous stand up comedian.”

“Of course.”

“You’re going to have—“ she snorted, “Four-hundred twenty children.”

The table all laughed. Richie bowed.

“And you’re going to marry… Awww! Eddie!”

Everyone cooed and cheered the reveal, Eddie groaning, and nearly slamming his face into his textbook. Richie laughed as well, but couldn’t help but eye the paper.

Once everyone returned back to their business, Bev caught his eye and smirked. “You wanna keep that?” she whispered, then added, just to be an asshole, “Mr. Kaspbrak?”

“You’re a dick,” he told her. Then, blushing and ripping the page right out of her notebook, answered, “But yes. I’m going to get this framed.”

Bev laughed and gave him a small hug. “Let’s do Mike now, while he isn’t here to defend himself.”

Bill and Richie both cheered and started throwing out answers, the paper tucked safely in Richie’s pocket.

[trshmouth]

im still simply yelling about the implications of being caught in the deadlights. u thought u were clinically depressed now? 

[t4tozier]

maybe fun little game?

if you either: didn’t read the book

read part of it

or read it once and forgot everything about it

reblog with a quote that you’ve seen so much on here that it feels like you’ve read it?

mine are “cute, cute, cute!”

“your mom wouldn’t approve.

i’ll chance it”

and “when you ran with big bill, you got your chucks every day.”

[losersweregoingclownhunting]

It Chapter 2 Aesthetics

[mintychocolatechip]

Lucky 7 Minutes

@just-an-akward-fangirl

@cookiedoughchocolatechip

Here ya go. I hope you're ready for Reddie ;)

Eddie was annoyed. He didn't mind parties when it was just the seven of them, not twenty seven. He hated the constant traffic of people in, and out the front door pushing, and shoving. He hated how useless the alcohol was, he didn't feel better in the slightest, just more annoyed if anything. He turns to see Ben sitting next to him, and it seems he isn't quite enjoying himself either. Just looking around, and taking a sip of whatever third rate beer was in his cup. This drags on for about an hour, and the party seems to be picking up. The two boys reluctantly joined the growing circle of about ten people. In it were Mike, Beverly, Richie, Ben, himself, and about 5 other people who's names he didn't care to learn. He sat there wait on whatever game they were gonna play to start, occasionally glancing over to Ben, who'd gone red once Bev showed up. He'd caught Richie staring a few times, and silently cursed himself for blushing.

"7 minutes in heaven, really Richie." Eddie sighed at Richie's suggestion, trying desperately not to smile, at the idea.

"Why yes Edward, only the highest quality of games will do." Richie joked in a posh British voice. His mischievous grin luring Eddie in. The flirtacious remarks between them made the attraction painfully abvious. Mike grabbed a nearby bottle, and placed it in the center of them. With an almost shakey hand, Ben spun the bottle watching it intently. There was a certain anxiousness about the spinning that Eddie couldn't shake, watching it as it turned, gradually slowing down. Everyone in the circle is surprising quiet anticipating the first 'contestants'.

As the bottle came to a stop everyone's gaze landed on Beverly. Ben of course was completely speechless, like a deer caught in headlights. Every one 'oohhing' at the two as they got up. Eddie looked in amusement as Ben followed Bev into the unused coat closet, and as soon as the door clicked everything went silent again.

1...

2..

3...

4...

5...

6...

7...

The timer rang, and the door opened simultaneously. The pair walked out, faces flushed, and hair disheveled. Neither of them willing to make eye contact.

" Well well haystack, how was your first time on second base?" Richie said laughing, making Ben's blush deepen. Eddie simply rolled his eyes at the raven haired boy's antics.

"Shut up, and spin the damn bottle Rich." Eddie huffed out, a small smirk gracing his features. Once again the bottle was spinning, and as everyone sat their fixated on it, Eddie looked around at his options. He couldn't say that he fancied anyone there, and the idea of kissing one of his friends seemed a bit weird. He was still lost in thought when the group started their obnoxious 'oohing' again. This caused him to look down only see the head of the bottle facing directly at him. Eddie looks up at Richie, the instant smirk on his face almost unnerved Eddie. Richie must've noticed this, because Eddie soon found himself being pulled up.

"Lucky you Eds, now you get to see how I kiss your mom."

"Shut up, and get in the closet."

"Ooh Feisty." Richie quipped back as they entered the small space. The door clicked, and it was just the two of them, face to face, merely inches apart.

1... They're just standing there, in awkward silence, unsure of the others intent

2...

3... Richie cracks a surprisingly tame joke, and they share a small laugh, attempting to ease the tension

4... Eddie is caught off guard when Richie starts leaning forward, eliminating the already small space

5...

6...

7... The Closet door is opened, but they don't hear it. They're too wrapped up in each other to care. Eddie takes in all of these feelings at once. The feeling of Richie's hand against his as he's pushed to the wall; the smell, and taste of alcohol that emits from him, getting stronger as they continue. Honestly it's a bit over whelming, but Eddie just melts into it natrually, as if it were destined to happen.

And boy does he feel lucky.

I tried my best. I hope you liked it :3

[tabbycasto]

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[drella]

wyatt olaf the only good part of i’m not okay with this