#i dont mind a red wine but mainly i think it is very nice in cooking and sangria is fucking great

[firstdivisiongirl]

hii can i get a male match up please for tokyo revengers :) im a she/her - sorry if theres quite a bit here D:

- i like animals especially red pandas and i also like bugs too. i also sometimes like to read both manga and actual books, i like any theme but when it comes to manga i either like shonen or stories like goodnight punpun/ a girl on the shore

im very enthusiastic towards music, i listen to any genre. i can go from heavy mental and rock, to goth, to something like lana del ray where i feel like i need to be in the rain with red wine, to calm/ smthin indie, sole crushing, and then scene. theres a whole lot more i could add. lemme also add in midwest emo.

- i cant exactly pinpoint what i dislike aside from the wind because it messes up with my hair, i swear if the wind was a solid id have it knocked down immediately. though I also tend to get annoyed by people that don't use common sense.

- my hobies incule art, i have a lot of sketchbooks and majority of my lessons are done by doodling and getting told off by my the teacher cause i dont pay attention, but i still carry on. i also like to make jewelry such as bracelets/neclases, their mainly beaded but their still cute to wear and i like to make bracelets for close people

- (just for extra info here →) im mentaly unstable and have severe attached issues as well as issues with family on every aspect. id like to get better, however i just end up going down a loop hole so i cant/dont which makes everything much harder than it needs to be.

- my energy gets drained QUICK so im mostly a listener rather than a speaker when it comes to social interactions, however i do have my days where i can be jumpy and almost euthoric and talk like my life depends on it with a lot of excitement

- also i can get sudden motivation that i end up reorganising my room, one day it'd look that then after 4 months itd look like this. i tend to do spontanious little things here and there when im in a good mood and that includes in dying/cutting my hair. also ive pierced myself 6x with thumb tacks and their all healed very nicely. i have 9 ear piercings in total.

- never was much of an academic person in school, but i tend to be smart outside of it and i find enjoyment in observing people and using my own thoughts rather than finding sources

- i wont call myself shy, maybe at first sure but as i get comfortable i can go all out and i dont mind in making the first move as long as i get the same energy back, otherwise if that energy isn't given then ill forget all about them.

- i can be extremely clingy when i want to be, i hold back in latching onto someone on a daily basis. i wanna hold someone's hand, be on their back like a bag, and just overall connect soles. im touch starved and overall I can be very affectionate physically, though I'm awful at using my words for affection.

Hello! There isn’t too much. It’s actually a good thing. That means it’s easier to pick because I know more about you. It makes the match more accurate. So let’s go!

You Got…

Izana Kurokawa!!!!!

Boy is all about loyalty and keeping those he loves around!! So you wanting to be clingy, is perfect!!!

He’s a leader so he would do all the talking for you

Very patient (we saw his like 8 year plan to take down Mikey lol) so if you are struggling with anything, he’s there for you.

Would play music for you on his guitar. I think indie rock probably.

Idk why but I also called him a human red panda. The reason his because he looks cute but is a menance like red pandas.

At home dates or concerts! I hope you like the matchup!!!

[achillestiel]

the parent trap only works if you’re identical | part five (if this get’s any longer I’m putting it on ao3)

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“Well thank you for dinner but we should probably be heading out.” Dean said towards the end of one of, if not the most, awkward dinner of his life.

“Dad what about dessert?”

“Claire, we need to get going. It’s a long drive back to Kansas.” Dean said, sighing internally because he knew getting Claire out the damn house was going to be hard. 

“Dean, don't be ridiculous. You’ve been driving for most of the day.” Cas said. “We have the spare bedroom-”

“That’s my room!” Gabriel interrupted. 

“It’s not your room Gabriel. It’s the guest room. You have your own house with your own bedroom.” Cas said, giving Gabriel the bitchiest look Dean had ever seen. That was saying a lot seeing as he’d grown up with Sam. “Dean, why don’t you and Claire stay here for the night? Claire can sleep in Jack’s room and you can sleep in the guest room.” Cas suggested. Claire and Jack grinned at each other and Dean just knew they'd stay up half the night whispering to each other. Or plotting. Most likely plotting.  

No. Nope, Absolutely not going to happen in a million goddamn years. 

“Cas, we can just grab a motel if I get tired.” 

“Dad, I’m not staying in a motel if we can stay here.” Claire said stubbornly. “Plus Jack and I were already planning on making waffles in the morning!” Oh, Jesus Christ. These kids were going to be the death of Dean. And damn if both Claire and Jack weren’t giving him the puppy dog eyes. 

 “Fine. Fine. But we’re heading out in the morning Claire, I mean it.”

“After waffles.” Claire and Jack said in unison. When the hell did those two learn how to do that?

“Excellent, now that’s all sorted I’m going to head home as Winchester’s stolen my room. All the wine is gone anyways.” Gabriel asked, slapping his hand on his thighs as he got out of his seat

“See you in the morning Uncle Gabriel.” Claire said with a grin as Gabriel patted her on the head, ruffled Jack’s hair and gave both Dean and Cas pointed looks.  

“Good night Gabriel.” Cas said, giving his brother a stern look Dean didn’t understand. 

“Same to you bro. Good to see you Winchester, try not to keep this madam a stranger.” Gabriel said, nodding towards Claire.

“I’ll try.” Dean said, mainly to placate Gabriel. Gabriel gave them all a salute before heading out. “Nice to see Gabriel hasn’t changed at all.” Dean said once Gabriel had left. 

“No, he’s still the same annoying ass he’s always been.” Cas said. 

“I like him! He’s invited us to Thanksgiving this year.” Claire said. Yeah that’s not happening. Dean thought. 

“I’m going to teach Claire my secret yam recipe.” Jack said cheerfully. 

“Ah yes, Jack Novak’s secret yam recipe. Involving two whole bags of miniature marshmallows and a ruined casserole dish.” Cas said, shaking his head but giving Jack a fond look. 

“Sounds about as successful as when Claire tried to make apple pie on for Father’s Day.”

“What did you set on fire that time?” Jack asked Claire. Claire could stick her tongue out all she wanted but there were still scorch marks in their kitchen. 

“Yes well, Jack why don’t you and Claire clear up while Dean and I have a quick chat. After that, you can show Claire where she’s sleeping for the night. You two can watch a movie in your room.”

“Cool, how’d you feel about The Avengers?”

“Black Widow is a badass.” Claire said. “Rock, paper, scissors for who washes and who dries?” she then asked. 

“Oh Jesus.” Dean muttered as Cas motioned for him to follow him. Instead of going into the warm looking living room, Cas took Dean upstairs and into a spacious guest room. The walls were painted a deep, honey colour that matched the wooden furniture perfectly. Unlike Dean’s guest room, which was really a junk room, it was immaculately clean. Dean was about to make a quip about the cleanliness of the room before he stopped. In the corner of the room was the very turntable he had brought Cas for the first Christmas they had been together. Without saying a word, Dean walked over and glanced at the records neatly stored in their storage box. Bob Dylan, Fleetwood Mac and even the rare Otis Reading record that Dean had found at a vinyl fair. Cas had kept all of them. For a fleeting moment, Dean wondered if the note he’d hidden in the Bob Dylan record was still there. A hastily scribbled note saying I wasn't born to lose you. Oh, the irony. 

-

Cas watched with cautious eyes as Dean ran a hand over the box of records. Each one Dean had carefully picked out for Cas in another life. He had battled over getting rid of them for years. Gabriel had always said it was strange to keep hold of them but Cas could have never parted with them. When Jack was a toddler Cas had played all of them for him, smiling to himself at how Knocking On Heaven’s Door would always send Jack to sleep. 

“I think we need to have a talk.” Cas said, trying to ease the tension that had enveloped the room. 

“Um yeah.” Dean said with a cough as he straightened up, looking away from the records. “Cause apparently I’m cancelling my Thanksgiving plans with Sam to spend the day with my ex-brother-in-law, eating my body weight in mini marshmallows.” Dean said. “Cas...what are we going to do about this?”

“And by this you mean…”

“The kids. There’s no way Claire’s going to just go back to how it was before. Plus, Jack is an awesome kid. There’s no way I want to go back to how it was before. I mean, maybe Jack could stay with me during the summer?”

“And what? I get Claire during Easter? Christmas?” Cas asked, laughing at the absurdity of the situation. “We came up with this arrangement so the kids could live a normal life. What’s going to happen next, I have them for one year and you have them for the other? That won’t work.”

“No shit Cas but...did you see those two at dinner? They’ve only known each other for a few weeks but it’s clear they adore each other. Claire’s gonna be an even bigger pain in my ass after this. I don’t want to break my...our daughter’s heart when we separate them again and I’m sure you dont want that for Jack.”

“Of course I don’t! What do you honestly suggest then because not only did we come to this agreement to have the kids lead normal lives but it was also so we didn’t have to see each other.” Cas said because even though neither of them would say it, they both knew that seeing each other again would end in a huge fight and a lot of sex. 

"Then why did you ask me to stay?" Dean asked. Good question Dean, very good question. 

"Because it's late and you can't drive throughout the night when you've been driving all day." Cas said. Liar a small voice inside Cas said. As much as he annoys you, you still love him. 

"Oh." Dean said in a small voice. 

"Why? What do you expect me to say?"

"Nothing...forget it." Dean said. “You know, now that we’re here and I’ll probably never be here again. About that day you packed, why'd you do it? Why did you just hop on a train and leave?”

“Dean.” Cas groaned. “We were so young. We both had tempers, we said stupid things so I packed. Got on the train and you didn't come after me.”

“I wanted to but I didn’t think you’d want me to follow.” Dean said in a small voice. “Dammit Cas, you just had to send Jack to the exact same camp as Claire didn’t you? ”

“We haven’t spoken in twelve years, how on earth was I supposed to know where you were sending Claire for the summer? It might shock you to hear this but I can’t read your damn mind Dean. I didn’t send Jack there because a little voice in my head said ‘Oh Dean is sending Claire to this camp! Send Jack so he can meet the twin sister he never knew he had.’” Cas said.  "You are so infuriating, you know that right?”

"I'm infuriating?” Dean asked, looking highly offended. “What about the time you recorded over my Star Trek episode with a documentary on the life of Tomas Jefferson?"

"You have the whole series on DVD! Why did you need to record it off the SyFy channel?"

"You know why! It was the Trouble With Tribbles episode and that was on the DVD that Sam scratched when I let him borrow it!" Dean shot back. 

"Well, you set fire to the patio furniture! Don't even say you didn't because Eileen told me it was you and Sam the next morning." Cas said.

"You scratched the Impala!"

"That wasn't me, it was Gabriel. I lied and said it was me because he was already on his last warning from when he spilt red wine on the couch." 

"Yeah well, you did break my Captain Kirk mug." 

"No Dean, the asinine way you stacked kitchen items broke your Captain Kirk mug." 

"Yeah well, you...you…" Dean said and something inside Cas just broke. This man, this irritating and stubborn man had been the love of his life, his husband and the man he wanted to spend this rest of his life with. Twelve years hadn’t changed a damn thing. 

"Oh for god sake Dean, shut up." Cas said and even though he knew this was the worst plan in the world, even worse than his non-identical twins switching places, Cas pulled Dean in close, their lips crashing against one another. Oh god, it was like going home after a long trip. Cas knew this, knew it better than breathing. Cas still loved Dean more than anyone else in the history of the universe. 

"Cas this is the dumbest-" Dean tried to say between kisses. Frantic kisses that set Cas’ skin ablaze.

"Just shut up and take off your pants." Cas said before his brain could come up with a million reasons why this was a stupid idea. 

“What?”

“Dean, shut up and take off your pants.” Cas said before crashing their lips together again in a kiss that was more like a battle for dominance than anything else. 

“I can’t take off my pants if you keep kissing me.” Dean said as he pulled away and Cas just groaned because this man drove him so insane but all Cas wanted to do was kiss every inch of his body. "This is the worst idea ever."

"Worse than when you let Jo pierce your lip?" Cas asked. He could still the slight scar on Dean’s bottom lip. 

"That was not as bad as the time you wanted to make your own honey." 

"One bee flew in the house Dean, one."

"Bees don't belong in a house Cas, they belong in a beehive."

"Are you really trying to start an argument when we're about to have sex?" Cas asked. Thankfully Dean shook his head. "Good, now take off your clothes and get on the bed."

-

With The Avengers to mask the sound, Claire and Jack sat in Jack’s room as they called their Uncle Sam. After a few rings, he accepted the video call. Grinning at the pair of them with a warm smile.

"Hey kids...man it's weird seeing you two together. How's it going?" Sam asked. 

"Awesome. We made chilli and got them to sit in the same room." Claire said. 

Well, that's something Eileen signed. So what's the plan? 

Plan?

Yeah, the plan. You two are definitely up to something because Claire's involved. 

Why do you always think I'm up to something? Claire asked. 

Intuition

"Past experience." Sam intoned. "Where’re your dads now?”

“Guest room we think, we heard shouting in there about ten minutes ago.”Jack said. “Something about tribbles.”

“Is he still on about that?” Sam groaned. Just out of view on the screen, Eileen signed something to Sam. He groaned and signed back. 

“Hey! Winchester family rule, no covert signing.” Claire said. Sam looked back at her with a classic Uncle Sam Bitchy Face. “What did you say?”

“Ugh.” Sam said. “Fine, your aunt said that if they’re fighting there’s good chance they’ll end up having sex.”

“Ew! Gross!” Jack and Claire said at the same time. “Those are our dads.” Claire said, wrinkling her nose. 

“Yeah? And how do you think you two were made?”

“With a turkey baster and a very patient surrogate.” Claire shot back. “Wait...if they do...you know...do gross stuff, does that mean they’ll get back together?”

Going from past experience, no. They’ll just fight and make noises that, according to your uncle, only dogs can hear.

“That’s really gross Aunt Eileen.” Jack said. “As far as a plan goes, we don’t really have one. Come on, we’re twelve. We need help and Uncle Gabriel has gone home.”

“Good, his plan would have been awful.” Sam said. “Look kids, I know damn well that Dean still loves Cas and judging from what you’ve told us, Cas probably still loves Dean. Just let them fight it out, turn whatever movie you’re watching way up and see how things are in the morning. I know these two idiots pretty well, you can’t force them into anything.”

“We can’t play the long game here Uncle Sam. Dad’s making us leave in the morning.”

“After waffles.”

“Yeah, after waffles I’ll be shoved in the car and grounded until graduate.” Claire said. The four of them sat in silence for a moment before Eileen’s face lit up. 

Ok I have a plan but if it backfires then you do not get it from me. Claire, do you remember how to disable the battery on the Impala? 

“Yeah, I remember...oh...no car means not having to leave.” Claire said with a grin. “Aunt Eileen, you are a genius and never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“I want no part in this part of the plan.” Sam said hastily. 

“Too late Uncle Sam, welcome to Team Parent Trap.” Jack said happily.     

[teamvnla]

Cutscene : Reunion Bouquet

When Van, Kash, Russ, and Lye had first arrived in Mistral the concern of where they were going to stay didn't have time to cross their minds, Van had assured them he had it covered something about a friend owing him a favor. It was a furnished loft apartment, with how dusty it was the group figured it hadn't been used in a while. The boys insisted on Lye having the bed, she had gladly accepted. It wasn't often where she would get up and not find the boys piled up together on the pull out couch, they seemed used to it. It was her first time seeing them like that but her gut was telling her it wasnt their first time.

They had quickly made work of getting settled, not having really discussed what they planned to do. However, it was unspoken among them that the point of of going to Mistril was to wait for what happened with Amorette to die down some, they had to regroup and make a plan. They had to get stronger, so they started taking up different jobs with people who would turn a blind eye to their lack of liscense if it came down to it they could forge a thing or two.

A few weeks of this routine passed before the team gathered into the bedroom, it was a day off they all shared which meant the best time for a meeting.

"You want to go after Bruno?" Kashmere's brows furrowed at what had just left Van's mouth. "I thought we came here to get away from him?"

"Yeah, but we both know Bruno and we both know he's angry. He going to send people after us so I figured we go after him first." Van began running a hand through his hair. "I'm not sayin' we go tomorrow, I'm not even sure when yet."

"I get where you're comin' from, but we aren't exactly in the best position. Like you said, we know Bruno's angry. That limits out connections and what strings we can pull around here." Russ pointed out, his left ear twitched as he spoke, a good amount of their connections that were in Mistral were originally through Bruno. Sure they knew there were probably people they could trust, but now wasn't the time to risk it they had to be careful.

"We could hop around some more? Farther, with the towers how they are it'll take longer for any info on us to spread. It would buy us more time at the very least." Lye suggested sitting up.

"That's an option...we just don't have to means right now. We need to figure out where Bruno is first. Russ could figure that out easy."

"Yeah, if I had a computer. All I've got is a scroll and theres only so much even I can do on it." Big purchases weren't in the groups radar at the momment, they already had to get Russ and Kash new scrolls since they had to abandon their previous ones.

"Aren't you guys buddy-buddy with that clothing heiress?" Kashmere had gone quiet from thinking before speaking up, they had done research about the members of Van's Beacon team when he had first been assigned.

"Nava?" The twins spoke in unison, neither seemed to have consider her as an option, both for different reasons. Lye was so focused on their current team and her current condition that she hadn't thought of bring the brunette into the fold, Van on the other felt a bitterness at Nava's sudden departure after the fall. He felt that way about both the missing members of VNLA, he could mask it well but he knew it was there in his chest.

"I dunno, it might be hard to get around her folks. They're pretty strict the last we heard." Van tried to dismiss the topic with a nonchalant shrug.

"Then we just have to find a time when they're not there, they're bigshots I doubt they're always watching her. Plus it's Nava, she's the perfect person to ask for help." A smile tugged at Lye's lips as she talked about their teammate.

"It's a connection not tied to Fang in anyway so I don't think it'd hurt to try." Russ backed up the idea.

"You guys could even try going tomorrow, to scope out the place. You could disguise yourselves as staff to get in." Kash began to propose possible ideas of entry.

"Why don't we just try a head on approach? We could just ask to see her?" Lye suggested earning a doubtful look from Russ and Kash. "Just me and Van, we could say it has something to do with our team and some paperwork we need Nava's signature on." She added, they three of them continued planning giving Van no room to protest. He sat back in silence, red eyes watched on as the optimist and pessimist in his head fought it out.

------

The following day the twins station themselves nearby the Lavender estate watching the main gate for staff that would come and go, with the staff scurrying in and out of the estate it seemed that an event or something along the lines was being prepared. They had done some research about the staff the night prior to figure out who they should target, yet the staff that they saw didn't appear to be the ones who worked under Nava.

"Sitting around is what I planned when I started the meeting." Van commented under his breath idly thumbing one of the chains connected to his outfit, the pair had dressed up in their civilian clothes to blend in more.

"I don't get why you're so butthurt about it, Russ and Kash are looking for other options anyways." Lye responded rolling her eyes, her rabbit ears had picked up on the comment form her twin. Van looked to Lye and scrunched his nose making effort to continue the topic.

"Excuse me.." The new voice grabbed the twins attention, the turned and were met with a short women with round amber eyes, long brown hair. A pair of round mouse ears sat atop the women's hair, the deep wine uniform she wore only further confirmed who she was to the twins.

This was Nava's personal caretaker, Cinnamon Laveau.

The twins looked to the women expectantly.

"This might be a but presumptuous of me but, are you Van and Lye Marigold?"

The twins were surprised to say the least, they had a whole plan about how to "coincidentally" bump into one of the staff. They hadn't expected one of the higher up staff to approach them first.

"Yeah, that's us how do you..." Lye trailed off looking curiously at the mouse Faunus, but instead Van answer her.

"Nava reports." He stated as Cinnamon nodded confirming.

"Being her personal caretaker I was also granted access to them, she always wrote fondly of the two of you." She smiled warmly, the pair looked different than the pictures she had previously. That was expected with what happened at Beacon, she knew from seeing Nava that the toll wasn't just physical. "What brings you two to Mistral? You two originally hail from Vacuo, dont you?"

"Well we were actually hoping to see Nava." Lye begin, before being able to go along with their original script Van cut in.

"We were in town and we figured it wouldn't hurt to try to see her to catch and stuff, it's been a while." He gave a smile and brought a hand up scratching the back of his neck, he could see that Cinnamon actually cared for Nava and knew an emotional angle would benefit them more than a technical one. He had been on enough grifting jobs with the White Fang to know how to adjust the dialogue to get what they wanted.

Cinnamon's eyes practically lit up, this was perfect. She had seen how hard it was for Nava to readjust to being home under the strict regime her parents had. She remembered how heartbroken the young girl was the night she returned and her parents had confiscated her staff and any other training equipment, Cinnamon found she had no other power but to hold Nava in her sorrow.

"That sounds great, the staff is preparing for an event tonight, but Nava should be free. Come with me." She smiled gesturing with her free hand for the twins to follow her, she led them to the main gate and into the vast estate.

------

They had followed Cinnamon who traversed the winding halls with ease, soon they found themselves in a tea room with a large window and balcony overlooking the garden in the back. The pair took a seat, despite the casual demeanor he presented Van felt uncomfortable in the chair. Lye on the other hand was visibly excited at the chance to see their friend.

"Can I get you two anything, tea? Coffee?" Cinnamon offered.

"Oh, tea please." Lye answered polite with a soft smile, this was the most at ease and happy Van had seen her in a while. It would've been nice had he not been so focused on the thoughts that crawled over his shoulder and into the back of his head.

"I'm good, thanks."

"Alright then I'll be just a moment." She quickly left the room, she quickly made her way to one of the smaller kitchens to prepare the tea and a few pastries. She grabbed three cups, two for the girls and one for if Van changed his mind. As she was setting up the tray a familiar figure enter the kitchen.

"Oh, you're back already. How did it go?" A tall man with black hair and gray blue eyes, looked down at the mouse Faunus. He wore a similar deep wine uniform. Slate was also Nava's personal caretaker, however he managed more of Nava's schedule and saw her to and from where she needed to go.

"Pretty good, I delivered the last requests so they should be done far before the party. Is Nava done with lesson?" She asked as she placed the tea to steep.

"Just about, I was just about to prepare her tea. Though it appears you already have that covered...do we have guest?" He quirked a brow taking note of the number of teacups on the tray.

"It's a surprise, just bring Nava to the tea room with the white leather chairs." She picked up the tray and began to make her way of the kitchen.

"Which one?"

"The one overlooking the garden." She called over her shoulder.

------

When Cinnamon enter the tea room Van had been walking around the room examining the decor, he was mainly trying to see what information he could get from it. Lye on the other hand, still sat in her chair patiently waiting for the mouse Faunus to return.

"I brought some pastries as well, everyones preparing for the gala but these are still made fresh by the house's pâtissière." She informed as she set the items from the tray down onto the table, she poured Lye a cup of tea. As she took a step back, the door to the room opened.

--

Slate opened the door for Nava, usually he would tell her why he chose the particular room for her break but this time he didn't. Instead their idly small talk stopped at how her lesson went. When the door was fully opened fully she saw why.

The shock was visible of the brunette face, faster than she could cover it up with her usual calm demeanor. She recovered her stood straight.

"What are you two doing here?" She questioned, her gaze looked the pair over, they hadn't been separated for that long. How had they changed so much?

That wasn't the reaction they had expected to say the least, they had expected a bit more excitement at their reunion. Even Van did, but upon seeing Nava's appearance as she stepped into the room made him feel something was off. She was well put together, not that she wasnt put together before. This felt more meticulous, but not in Nava's sort of way.

"We were in the neighbor hood and thought we'd stop by for a visit." Van stated taking a seat next to Lye as Slate pulled out a chair for Nava across from them, Cinnamon stepped forward filling a cup for her.

She gave a small hum in acknowledgement as she went about adding milk and sugar to her tea.

"How have you been, it feels like forever since we last saw each other." Lye spoke softly, a soft smile resting on her lips.

"Busy, there had been a lot of catching up to do." Nava gave a short and to the point reply.

"I would assume so, huh?" She laughed lightly. "Are you able to manage your business studies with your Hunteress ones? You were always really smart, so I bet it's not a problem."

Nava paused bring the tea cup to her lips. "Oh dear, of course not." She shooks her head, Lye was surprised but what followed surprised her more. "All the Hunteress nonsense went out the window the moment I returned home, after what happened at Beacon?"

"Nonsense?" Lye's ears wavered as her brows furrowed, Cinnamon seemed surprised while Slate's stoic expression shifted with only a quirk of his brow.

"Nonsense. Here, allow me to put it in layman's terms. Someone of my status and position has no reason to run amok trying to play hero. I should be focusing on where a belong, I'll be the head of the Bundles of Lavender soon enough."

The long white rabbit ears atop Lye's head wavered, slowly falling as Nava spoke down to her.

"..what do you mean? This doesn't sound like you..." She spoke softly, she set down her teacup as a snicker came from the brunette across from her.

"Doesn't sound like me? Since when do you know that?"

"Nava, we lived together for four years. We've been friends for four years!"

"You didn't truly think we were friends did you?"

The shock and hurt on Lye's face was all the answer she needed.

"Oh my! You did! I was someone of higher status in a completely unfamiliar environment. I need atleast someone willing to take the blame if I ever got into trouble, you were just the easiest to cozy up to. You took to it so easily, desperately really."

Lye could felt as though she had been stabbed through her chest as her ears fell to lay against her head curling to her chin.

"Aryl was far too stoic, it'd take too much work. With all the resentment and anger Van practically vibrated with, I knew better than to try. You were the perfect groundwork for the both of them, you were just the most convenient at the time." She glanced to Van for a moment, his expression surprised her. Her expression nearly faltered.

Van sat back in his chair, head tilted to one side a lazy smile on his lips. He seemed absolutely unfazed by every of hers that dropped with that condescending tone. However, when she spoke he unconsciously scratched at his forearm. He was completely unaware of this tick, and unaware of what was triggering it.

Lye having taken reigns of the conversation made it easier for Van to sit back and watch Nava as she spoke. He had seen conversation similar to this, the whole 'big reveal' after all the set up and tricks. This wasn't it though, it didn't sit right in the bottom of his gut. He should've been able to take what she was saying and use it as validation for his bitterness towards her, but something just wasn't right. Had he just gone soft? Had his senses dulled?

"Ah who knew the Lavender heiress was such an actresses." He clapped his hands though his tone presented sarcasm. "Well I guess we were too presumptuous with this vist. I think it's the right time to get outta here." He stood up, walking around Lye chair before grabbing her hand. He pulled her out of the chair and began to lead her to the door.

"I'll see you out."

"Nah, I got it. I've got a good memory don't trouble yourself with us." Van called over his shoulder, Slate looked to Nava who simply continued to sip her tea.

A tension remained in the air even after the door shut. Slate took out his scroll notifying the front guards to tell him when the twins were seen leaving the premises.

"I thought you'd be excited, I'm sorry I didn't know..." Before Cinnamon could finish Nava's familiar soft voice spoke up.

"Don't apologize...it's better this way. I have to let go of the hope I could still be a Hunteress, it would've been impossible with the two of them around. I made a deal with my parents." She stared at the reflection in the teacup, her grip tightened on the handle.

"I'll cancel your lessons for the rest of the day. You should rest up for the gala tonight." Slate laid heavy hand on Nava's head who nodded silently.

[katymacsupernatural]

A Royal Crush Part 2

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary: AU Jensen Ackles meets Y/N at a masquerade ball. Little does Y/N know that Jensen is keeping a very important fact about his life secret. 

Catch Up Here: Part 1

Walking down the sidewalk, swerving to miss the people bustling the other way, you couldn’t help but be nervous. Here you were, on your way to a date with one of the most handsome and charming men you had ever met.

You had picked your outfit carefully, wanting to look your best while meeting him for dinner. Nothing could compare to that beautiful gown you had worn on Saturday, but you felt confident in the sundress you had picked out. It was flattering and comfortable, and not too extravagant.

Stepping into the bustling restaurant, it wasn’t hard to find Jensen. Wearing a simple blue suit that seemed made for him, he looked amazing. Catching your eye, he smiled widely, coming forward and grasping your hand in his. Leaning down, his eyes never leaving yours, his plump lips ghosted across the top of your hand. “You look enchanting once again,” he whispered against your skin before standing up.

Flustered from the attention, you didn’t notice at first that his hand was on your lower back, his body incredibly close. He smelled like the forest, with a deep musk that was unique and intoxicating at the same time. “Our table is ready. Shall we?” He asked, guiding you past the crowded tables. Couples glanced up from the dinners, the women’s eyes raking over Jensen’s fine figure, the men glancing appreciatively your way. You weren’t used to this sort of attention, and your cheeks were no doubt bright red.

The table you were led to was in the back, away from most of the prying eyes. “Why is everyone looking at us?” You asked, as he scooted your chair in.

“I believe it’s because we makes such a handsome couple. Mainly because you, my dear, are absolutely stunning.”

Turning the attention away from yourself, you glanced down at the menu. “I’ve never eaten here before.”

“I’ve eaten here once, and found it quite satisfactory,” Jensen said.

Still a little nervous and unsure, you kept your gaze on the menu, trying to figure out exactly what you wanted to order. When the waiter came, Jensen ordered a bottle of wine, checking with you to see if it was okay. Giving the waiter your order, you watched in dismay as the menu was taken from you, leaving you in front of Jensen, feeling vulnerable.

“I liked your coffee shop,” he started off. “I’ve been to a lot of coffee shops during my travels, but yours was very well ran, and the interior was comfortable. It begged for you to sit and stay, to forget about your worries.”

“That’s what I was hoping for. I always loved coffee shops. In college that’s where I did the majority of my studying, and I just wanted people to have a great place to meet people, to relax and enjoy a cup of coffee.”

“And your plans? Are you just going to keep it to one shop?” He asked, seeming like he was truly interested in what you had to say.

“Truthfully? I'm a actually going to talk to some people about turning it into a chain. Nothing huge, but a couple more shops. Which terrifies me.” I admitted.

“If you need a backed, let me know. I have some cash that I wouldn't mind investing.”

“You'd do that?” You were surprised, but then again, you really shouldn't be. Jensen seemed caring, and compassionate.

“Yeah, I would. I could see a coffee shop like yours going far.”

“so, enough about me. What about you? You said you were from Europe, but I don't know much more than that.”

“Um, there’s not much to talk about,” he answered as your food was set in front of you. “Both of my parents are still alive, very busy in their work. I work underneath them. I guess you could say they’re grooming me for when I take over.”

“Will you be in the US long?” You asked, not sure you wanted to hear the answer. You didn’t want him leaving quite yet.

“I truly don’t know,” he admitted. “I’d like to stay a while longer in New York, see all the city has to over,” he answered, his eyes twinkling with his words. “Especially if there is someone who wants me to be here.”

“Hmm, I can definitely think of one person,” you played along.

The rest of dinner went smoothly, Jensen being very attentive, making you fall even deeper under his spell. He was kind, and handsome, and the type of man you had been looking for for a long time.

After he paid the bill and the two of you were standing on the sidewalk, he cleared his throat. “Listen, I know this is our first real date, but I was wondering if you would like to have a nightcap at my place?”

“I’d like nothing more,” you agreed. Hailing a taxi, he gave the address to the cabbie as he pulled you against him. It was a bold move, but you didn’t mind. With your head fuzzy from the wine, you snuggled in a little bit more, watching as the driver headed toward the fancier end of town. It wasn’t until the cab was pulling up in front of one of the fanciest hotels in New York that you turned to face Jensen. “I didn’t think you lived in a hotel.”

“I wasn’t sure how long I would be staying,” he explained. “I booked a room here, and it’s been nice enough that I haven’t wanted to leave.”

“I couldn’t afford a single night here,” you whispered as he walked through the sparkling glass doors, onto the marble foyer. Everything was sparkling and fancy, the chandeliers lighting the room brightly. Jensen nodded to the bellboy, pressing the elevator button. Once inside, Jensen used a special key to get up to the top floor. A floor where the suites were located. “Jensen, you never told me what your parents do,” you stuttered, overwhelmed by all this opulence.

“I didn’t, did I?” He said, winking at you, never answering your question. Leaving it for later, you stepped into his suite. A full living room was straight in front of you, a small bar off to the right. Double doors led to a bedroom, no doubt the bathroom attached through there. It was white and airy, and fancier than almost anything you had ever been in before.

“This is beautiful,” you whispered, as he walked towards the bar, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and holding it up to you. Nodding, you walked over to the wall of windows, staring down at the city still bustling down below. “I don’t think I could ever get used to this.”

“Truthfully? This isn’t really my style,” he admitted, surprising you. “I’m not one for the complete bustle of a busy city. I like some solitude every now and then as well.”

“I wouldn’t have imagined that.” Taking the drink, you sipped on it as you perched on the edge of the couch. “But I do like getting away from the city every now and then as well.”

“Then you should come home with me sometime. You’d love it there. Everything’s green, and beautiful,” he spoke, and you could see how much he loved it. It was amazing, seeing the love shining in his eyes. Hoping that someday that love would be meant for you.

“It sounds lovely,” you agreed, finishing off your drink. “But I think maybe I should start heading home now. After all, as owner of a coffee shop, I need to be up with the birds.”

Reaching over, Jensen cupped your cheek, his green eyes vibrant in the light. “I had fun tonight,” he spoke softly, before softly pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was over before you realized it, but it was magical all the same.

“So did I,” you mumbled.

“Here, let me call you a cab. And please, call me once you get home,” he pleaded, picking up his phone. “And I don’t know about you, but I would like to do this again.”

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[homo-bois]

"Deja Vu-"

A Losers Fanfic 《Part 1》

Warnings: Use of Drugs, NSFW, Drama, Romance. Kink.

Pairings: Mainly ( Reddie, Stanbrough ) Slight: / Riverly, Billverly, Benverly /

Summary: Some of the seven losers are in their senior year of High School,

Bill is Nineteen,

Mike is Nineteen,

Stanley is Nineteen,

Eddie is Seventeen,

Richie is Eighteen,

Beverly is Eighteen,

Ben is Seventeen,

They all miraculously and unexpectedly find eachother again, unable to discover who eachother are at first before they meet all in one group and put two and two together that the dreams and deja vu episodes they all have been having have made them realize they were all Reincarnations of The Losers Club back in 1989.

Honestly, This is kind of like an Epilogue, if you dont want to read a repetitive "Deja Vu" experience. Oh and when they All meet eachother one by one.

Then just skip to Part 2! ♡

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Bill Denbrough:

1 P. M

It was January.1st.

New years day.

Me and my little brother went out to a movie, and we had fun, when we left the theatre, I accidentally bumped into a tall male, "Oh- Im so s-sorry, I wa-wasnt watching where I was going" the male turned around, he was about. 6'8, and he smiled down at me "Its alright man. Dont worry about it." His heritage was african american by it seems. And he was with a group of friends "Hey, I-I'll help you clean this up." I spoke as I told my little brother to go to the vehicle before me. I gave him the keys and I helped the other male clean up the mess "Hey man, Do I know you?" He spoke while throwing away garbage as we had a small conversation "Heh, I d-d-dont think so." I shrugged as he narrowed his eyebrows "I could swear I met someone like you before." He sipped his drink as I fiddled and smiled "M-My name is B-B-Bill." I paused before continuing with a smile, "Bill Denbrough." And he widened his eyes, before giving a bright smile "I could swear I heard that name before too. Were you at a festival few years back?" "Hmm. I dont think so. I dont go to f-festivals." I gently scratched the back of my head before he introduced himself this time "Well, Im Mike." He held out his hand for me to shake as I gladly took the offer "Mike Hanlon." And a sudden burst of Deja Vu came to my mind. "Mike?" I gave a confused stare but brushed it off "Nice to m-me-meet you." We shook hands and he glanced back at his friends who were calling him over, "Hey you seem like a pretty chill guy. We should hang sometime." He nudged my shoulder as we exchanged phone numbers "I'll text ya after the movie." "Haha, al-right man, I'll chat w-with ya later then." I saluted him and walked away to catch up with my brother as I kept glancing back at him ~He looks so fucking familiar.~ I got in my vehicle and drove us back home.

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Stanley Uris:

1 : 3 0 P. M

Trapped in a Jewish temple is not fun. Especially, on new years day. I sighed heavily and finished reading from the Torah as I groaned and flopped on my bed. "Stanley!" I heard my father call as I groaned loudly and went downstairs "I need you to run to the convinence store. We need some more milk and bread." He sighed heavily and continued "And get some more Wine." He gave me the money as I headed off, bundling up in a thick patterned scarf, baggy jeans and some thick working boots. I headed out and when I arrived at the store, I seen a boy, about the same age as me, but shorter. He looked younger, Im nineteen years old. And I sighed when this boy took forever trying to pick out a pack of medicine. He was very specific. And I rolled my eyes and placed my stuff on the counter, Gazing around the antibiotics and chose his best option. I placed it in front of him as he flinched and looked at me in confusion, "Its your best option. I know what you are talking about" I spoke softly as the clerk rolled his eyes and tried to get the money from the boy "Are you sure?" He raised an eyebrow and I nodded slowly. He sighed heavily and payed for the antibiotic as he huffed in frustration and walked away, I payed for my stuff and I noticed and inhaler that was unattended, I sighed and picked it up, that boy mustve left it here. I read the name on the label "Eddie...Kaspbrak...?" That name sounded extremely familiar, I grabbed my things and decided to run after the boy, looking around to where he was as I placed my groceries in my car as I locked the doors and ran after the boy, I tapped his shoulder and he spun around immediately "Jesus!" He held onto his chest and breathed heavily "Are you a robber? I spent all my money on the medicine-" "What? No. I just came to return this to you." I sighed and handed him his inhaler "Oh..Ah. Thank you" he took it and turned around to run but I held him back "Hey, You look familiar. Do I know you?" "what?" He halted "No. I dont think so at least." He took a good look at me, staring at my hair "On second thought." He faced me and blew into his hands "You look familiar as well." He narrowed his eyes "Whats your name?" He asked with a smile as I fixed my toque and smiled back "Stanley. Stanley Uris." I held my hand out and he took it "Eddie Kaspbrak." He introduced himself as we both shared a small giggle, and I offered him a ride back to his house, him being unsure because I am just a stranger whos offering. I chuckled "Dont worry. Im not some murderer." He laughed at that, and we drove off.

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Richie Tozier:

2 : 4 5 P. M

New years day, And I was at the bar with my buds, I chugged as much alcohol as I can bear.

Making a scene as some fucking old dude tried to fight me. My friends held me back and I sighed heavily, spotting a beautiful ginger across the bar counter as I smirked and pushed my glasses up, standing up to walk over to her as I sat right beside her "Bad idea champ." Her only words to me as I flipped my hair and chuckled "Why is that beautiful?" I flirted as she glanced at me and then turned away, "My man is tryna start shit with me. Hes a mean drunk." She chuckled as I stared at her "Well. Im hilarious when Im drunk." I laughed as she joined "I dont doubt you." She looked at me fully and took a sip from her drink, her hair was long, and it looked so beautiful. I gently raised my hand to grasp onto one of her hair locks, and I smiled at her and held my hand out to shake hers "Richie Tozier." I giggled, she looked at me up and down, examining me, Me in my muscle shirt, a flannel long-sleeve wrapped around my waist, dog tag necklace, torn up black jeans as I smirked at her "Checking me out I see?~" I giggled and she nodded with a smirk, I didnt expect that kind of reaction. She scooted closer to me and spoke "Im Beverly Marsh." I flinched, where have I heard that name before? I shrugged it off and scooted closer to her, "Hey you wanna say, fuck your man and lets get outta here?" I winked at her and she giggled, winking back seductively "Love to darling~" she flirted as we shared a good laugh. Suddenly I felt a pull on my shoulder, The girl frowned and gave a frightened stare. I was turned around and pushed back, "Yo, what the fuck man?" I fixed my glasses as the girl tried stepping in "Henry, wait, he didnt do anything." Her boyfriend pushed me again, I laughed "Bev. Its fine." I winked at her as the man raised his fist, ready to land a hit on me as I raised mine first, hitting him in the jaw, he stumbled back and I stretched my shoulders back, putting my fists in the air, ready to fight. And we fought.

There were alot of gasps and screams, he would punch me, and I would punch back, I would dodge some hits. He would dodge mine. Back and forth until, I grabbed him by the shirt and threw him against a table, getting on top as I pinned his wrists down with my knees, I punched him repeatedly in the jaw, until he grew unconscious, I got off and looked around "Wow. What a day." I laughed and spat out some blood, the ginger ran up to me and wiped my face with a napkin "Come on. Lets go to your place." She smiled as I nodded and guided her. There was something familiar about that man too. When we were in my old truck. We went back to my place and had a little humorous fun, exchanging numbers for later, maybe we can hangout more? I chuckled at that thought. Bev seems cool.

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Ben Hanscom:

2 : 5 4 P. M

New years day and Im sitting in a Library gathering poetry books for the day.

What a happy day.

When I exited the library. I was walking down back to my place, then a bike came rushing down the street "Georgie!! Look out!" I heard a voice yell out as I gasped and jumped back in time before the bike collided with my bag, my books falling all over the cement sidewalk as I panicked "No, no no no!" I scurried to pick them up as the other two males did as well, "Im sorry sir, I wasnt watching where I was going." The little one shyly smiled as I gathered all of my books and placed them back in the bag "Thats okay Bud." I looked at the older male and raised a brow "your little brother?" I smiled at the older male as he helped me stack the books nicely and helped me up "Yeah. H-hes a t-roublemaker." He stuck his tongue out as I giggled a little, "Arent we all?" I sighed and lifted the heavy bag "Hey. Do you need help with those?" He smiled at me and I thought about it for a bit and soon gave in to the need. "Yeah..my mom made me get so many books. I just live up the street here." And the older male's face lit up and he helped grab some books and we had a conversation, "Im Bill." He smiled at me and I replied "Ben. Ben Hanscom." I smiled back as I couldnt shake the feeling of that name, it sounded familiar. "Georgie watch for the ice!" They both were wearing flannel. And this Bill guy was huddled in warm black and red clothing. I giggled and noticed myself, covered in a hoodie and a fur hooded jacket. Some really thick sweatpants and worker boots. When we arrived at my place we put the books down on the front deck and I held my hand out to shake his "Nice to meet you Bill. Thanks for the help." I smiled brightly as he giggled and shook my hand "Anytime Ben. It was nice to meet you as well." He began to turn around as I suddenly felt weird, like I knew this scenario before.. "Hey Bill. Wanna hangout sometime? Get to know eachother? I dont have many friends since I moved here a year ago." I frowned as he gladly turned to face me and gave me his phone number "Sure thing pal. I dont bite." He waved at me and I waved back "Bill. Bill. Bill. Bill." I repeated "Where have I heard that name?" I placed him in my contact list. I needed to know his last name. I sighed heavily and went to my room. Thinking hard about this whole thing.

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Mike Hanlon:

3 P. M

After the movie I had left with my friends, dropping them off as I went for a ride, stopping beside a liquor store as I got out and went inside.

I spotted this male, around 6'2, not that much shorter than me. Curly brown hair. And he was buying a lot of wine "Hey. Do you need help carrying those out?" I offered as he smiled softly and gave a sad smile "Sure." And I helped him "Party?" I smirked as he chuckled "Sort of. If Family counts." "Ooo. Im sorry about that man." I nudged his shoulder and smiled brightly "Hey. I might get some friends gathered later for a nightly party. I got my own fireworks and farm house. We can all go and set them off later. Drinks and all sorts of fun stuff." And he held a blank expression for a while before nodding along with "I could see why not?" He laughed "Im Stanley." He held his hand out and I gladly took it in mine "Mike Hanlon." I nodded as we exchanged numbers and went on our own ways, Im gonna have to get friends to gather friends if its gonna be a party. Better send them the address. I chuckled and went on my way as I got the alcohol for the boot and I went into deep thought while driving "Stanley huh?" I bit my lip and couldnt shake the feeling I seen him before. Ive been recognizing alot of people today. I sighed heavily and brushed it off as nothing. I hope.

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Eddie Kaspbrak:

3 : 2 7 P. M

This day had only started a few hours ago and I already am a huge panicky mess.

My mom had sent me back out to pick up a perscription for her.

I walked into the pharmacy and seen a man that was taking his time picking out some meds or something.

I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes "Excuse me." I huffed out with an agitated tone as he stood up straight and looked at me. He stared at me up and down and faced me, I gulped back a glob of saliva as I felt my nerves rush.

He fixed his glasses as he stared me down and I immediately felt uncomfortable "Hi!" He blurted out as I flinched "You seem dorky enough. Can you help me pick the perfect meds for my lil sis?" He asked. More like, demanded. I glared at him and shook my head "Dude, Im not a worker." "Oh. I thought you were." He stuck his tongue out as I rolled my eyes again and tried to walk past him, he raised his arm and pinned it to the shelf next to me, blocking my path, "Can you help me though?" He asked innocently as I halted..taking in the others scent, he smelt like cigarettes. I raised my hand and covered my nose and sighed heavily, growling out

"I dont like talking to strangers." "Oh pal, I aint no stranger. Im known far and wide in this city-" "Nope." I cut him off as I spoke blankly "Never heard of you." "I havent even said my name!" He interrupted as I groaned and just decided to help him pick out the best option for him.

He smiled brightly and held his hand out to me, I shuddered in disgust, god knows where that hand has been in the likes of this guy. Hes probably a hobo, or some fuckboy. Maybe a player? Jock? Bad boy? You get the point. I stepped back a little and he spoke with a bright smile "Im Richie." I slowly pulled down my sweater sleeve and covered my hand in it, as I took his hand and shook it, he gave me a confused stare as I introduced myself too "Eddie." Ugh I really wanted to just pick my moms percription up and get out of here. I dont have time for-

My thoughts were cut short by a force pulling me towards the older male, he pinned me to the shelf behind him as he lifted my chin and leaned very close to my face, WAY BEYOND MY COMFORT ZONE.

I gasped and was forced to gaze into the hazel iris' in front of me. Now that hes extremely close. He had freckles splattered all over his face. His glasses made his eyes bulge out a little. And his hair was wavy, almost curly, and a nice shade of black as well. It looked soft. His hand that was gripping onto my chin was long and slender. And cigarettes werent the only thing he smelt like, the scent of cologne rose off him as well and- Wait- why am I pointing these things out?

I regained my composure as he leaned in closer as I stomped on his foot and yelled at him "Dont molest me! You-" I paused and blushed, the way he looked at me. Dominantly. And he was smirking. "Pervert!" I finished as I stormed away and got my moms perscription. Rushing out of the store as I sighed heavily and was relieved that I wasnt in a situation like that again, Until a car pulled up right next to me as the window rolled down "Heya sir!" I recognized that voice, I growled as glared, "What do you want?" I snapped as he backed up a little "Tiger. I only wanna know if you'd wanna ride to wherever you're off to?" He paused and before I was able to decline the offer, he spoke again. "The weathers gonna get real bad soon. So I want you to be alright and not freeze to death." K but I have to admit..it was getting colder. And I shouldnt've gone back out without my moms vehicle. This is the second time I had gotten a ride somewhere today..But I could complain, because I only have my learners. Ugh. I halted and so did his car. I pouted and snarled "Im only doing this for my own good. I do NOT. Like jerks like you." I hopped into his car as he smirked and looked back at the road "Ouch. A thank you would do just fine-" "Thanks." I replied cockily as he sighed and drove off, I gave him my address, and we arrived. He grabbed my shoulder before I left "Have I met you before?" He stared at me closely and I felt my face flush "Doubt it." I yanked my shoulder away as he smirked and drove off. When I went inside I placed my moms perscription on the kitchen table and retreated to my room, taking off my hoodie as I glanced at a piece of paper that fell out.

Picking it up and reading it as it said:

--Text Me Love~

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I growled and threw the paper in my trash and went to take a nap immediately. Trying to get that handsome yet fucking stupid face out of my mind.

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Beverly Marsh:

4 : 1 0 P. m

I got alot of alcohol preparing for the new years day party held at my friend Ashley's place.

I texted the boy Richie about it and he replied with

--Fuck yeah I'll come, if your gorgeous ass will be there~ See ya later--

He really knows how to be a jackass yet make a girl swoon. I giggled and packed my vehicle with alcohol, Driving over to her place immediately to set the party up.

When I arrived and got things set up. It was rolling onto 5.

I sighed heavily and heard the doorbell ring, I went to open it. "Hey this Is where the New years Party is right?" A tall african american male stood before me as I smiled and brushed a lock of hair behind my ear, "Ah yes. Come on in." "Thanks, Im part of the Boot." I laughed and we set the alcohol on the kitchen table "Im Mike." He held his hand out to me and I gently took it in mine, shaking it lightly "Im Beverly. Beverly Marsh." I couldve sworn he felt familiar. And looked familiar as well. I sighed lightly and we got the alcohol ready. Soon enough my friend Richie came up behind me and grabbed me by my waist, lifting me in the air "Kyah!" I cried out and soon laughed "Richie! Put me down!" He obeyed and giggled a little "You're only going to be a trouble maker I bet!" I stuck my tongue out and layed eyes on this hot specimen that entered the house. I stared at him and Richie turned around to see who I was staring at. A man...dark brown hair. Undercut. Red and black flannel shirt wrapped around his waist, his t-shirt was a shade of grey, and he was wearing a zip up black sweater. Topped it off with red jeans. He glanced around with his friend he was with "Bill you sure this is the place?" The other male asked shyly as he spotted me, both of them did. And I smiled at the older male, the african american male walked up to the Brunette "Bill! My man!" They laughed "Mike?" They shook hands and smiled "Bro thanks for i-inviting m-m-me. I h-hope you dont mind but I brought a friend. His n-names Ben." He smiled softly as I blushed "Richie...whos that..?" "I dunno." Richie shrugged as Mike shook the other boys hand "Mike Hanlon." He introduced himself as I turned around and got a drink ready and took a sip. When I turned back around all three of them were just a few feet away from me. "Fuck-" I cussed, startled. I let out a laugh as Richie joined "How Jumpy Babe~" he whispered huskily as I giggled and brushed him off, "Hi." The younger yet taller brunette spoke as I smiled at him and shook his hand "Im Ben." He smiled at me with a dazed look and I gently held my hand out to the other male "Im Beverly Marsh." I introduced myself to the other male. The darker brunette, He took my hand gladly and smiled back at me "B-Bill Denbrough." And I felt a rush of an electric shock flow through me. I heard that name before. And not only that. I felt it.

Deep down. I felt it. I knew who he was. And it seemed Ben did as well cause he stared at Bill in shock "Denbrough?" Richie spoke "Oh ya, dont think Ive introduced myself either." He winked and smirked "Im Richie." He paused and Ben took his hand, then Mike, then Bill. "Tozier." He finished as They stared at Richie with shock this time, "I could swear I know you." Bill spoke up as Richie stuck out his finger guns "I dont think so Boss Man." He laughed but halted, we all did. "Boss man.." Richie whispered "Why did I call you that?" He asked curiously as we all shrugged "Hey look-"

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Leaves this off with a cheesy and cringey cliffhanger but eh Im lazy to change it...