#what you don't know about me could fill a book // r u b y // a b o u t

[dontyouworrydaddy]

N U M B E R

summary: Kyle wants to get to know you and asks for your number. But suddenly he left because of his Job leaving you alone.

warning: none

• ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗

In the beautiful city, amidst the chaos and noise, there was a small haven of tranquility—a library. It was a place where knowledge and imagination intertwined, where stories came alive in the pages of countless books. And in this sanctuary of words, Kyle found solace.

Kyle was a shy man, a soldier and always on the move. But there was something about the library that captivated him, drawing him back time and time again. Perhaps it was the escape it offered, a temporary respite from the trials and dangers of his life. Or maybe it was something else entirely.

One day, as Kyle perused the shelves, his eyes were drawn to a figure sitting by the window, bathed in soft rays of sunlight. It was you. The sight of you, engrossed in a book, captured his attention like nothing else before. The way you delicately turned each page, the way your eyes sparkled with curiosity—it was mesmerizing. He knew he wanted to get to know you.

In that moment, Kyle made a decision. He couldn't let this opportunity slip away. With a mix of courage and nervousness, he approached you, heart pounding in his chest. "Excuse me," he said, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation, "I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you look when you're lost in those pages. My name's Kyle, and I'd love to get to know you."

A faint blush colored your cheeks as you closed the book, meeting his gaze. "I'm Y/N" you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "It's nice to meet you, Kyle." And so, a connection was forged in that quiet corner of the library. Kyle and you spent hours talking, sharing stories, and discovering common interests. He was enthralled by your intellect, your passion for learning, and the way your eyes lit up with excitement when discussing your favorite books.

Kyle found himself looking forward to each encounter, eager to explore the depths of your mind and heart as weeks passed when you spend time with each other. He marveled at the way you saw the world, the unique perspectives you brought to conversations. With every interaction, he fell deeper, drawn to your essence like a moth to a flame.

One day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the city, Kyle mustered the courage to ask for your number. He knew he couldn't let this connection fade away, couldn't bear the thought of losing the opportunity to explore the potential of what could be.

"I don't want to rush things, but I feel a connection between us," Kyle confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'd love to continue getting to know you, if you're willing. Can I have your number?"

A smile played upon your lips as you reached into your bag and pulled out a slip of paper, writing down your contact information. Handing it to Kyle, you met his gaze, your eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and fondness.

"I'd like that," you said, your voice filled with warmth. "I've enjoyed our time together Kyle. Let's see where this journey takes us."

And so, your story began—a tale of two souls entwined in the serendipity of a library. Kyle and you embarked on a journey of exploration and connection, each moment bringing them closer. With each text, each conversation, you uncovered the layers of their beings, revealing vulnerabilities and strengths, dreams and aspirations.

As your bond deepened, Kyle realized that it was more than just your physical beauty that had initially captivated him. It was your kindness, your beauty and the way you made him feel seen and understood. In your presence, he discovered a sense of peace, a renewed hope in the midst of chaos. You became his anchor, a guiding light that brought clarity to his tumultuous world.

But life, as it often does, threw unexpected challenges their way. Kyle‘s duty called him away, demanding his unwavering commitment to protect and serve. He found himself torn between his responsibilities and his growing affection for you. But he has responsibilities and left you. Without telling you. This of course left you heart broken because you always waited for him.

Months passed, and Kyle‘s absence left an indelible void in your heart. Each day, you longed for his return, hoping to feel his presence once again. Doubt crept in, whispering that maybe he had forgotten you amidst the chaos of his duty.

One evening, as the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden hue across the horizon, a knock resounded at your door. Your heart skipped a beat, recognizing the familiar rhythm. With trembling hands, you opened the door, and there he stood. Kyle the embodiment of strength and resilience. The man you wanted to talk to again.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you embraced him, the months of separation melting away in that single moment. "I missed you," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of relief and longing. Kyle held you tight, his grip conveying all the words that were left unsaid. "I missed you too," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. "I couldn't bear being apart from you any longer."

As you settled into each other's presence once more, Kyle shared his struggles, the weight of his duty, and the moments when he found himself yearning for you. He revealed the battles he fought, not only on the front lines but also within his own heart. "I thought I could protect you by staying away. My Job requires a lot of responsibility and I didn’t know-" Kyle admitted and stopped mid sentence, his voice tinged with regret. "But I realized that nothing matters more than you do. The world may be chaotic, but with you by my side, I find the strength to face it all."

You looked into Kyle's eyes, seeing the vulnerability and love that resonated within them. In that moment, you knew that your bond was unbreakable, forged through adversity and fueled by an unwavering connection.

"You don't bring bad luck," you said softly, your voice filled with conviction. "You bring light into my life, and together, we can overcome any challenge that comes our way." As the night draped its velvety cloak over the world, you both found solace in each other's arms. The weight of the past months dissolved, replaced by the certainty of your love. In that shared embrace, you drifted into a peaceful slumber, knowing that no matter the trials ahead, your connection would endure.

For love, like the steadfast flame in the darkest night, possesses the power to guide, to heal, and to illuminate even the most shattered souls. And in that moment, with your heart entwined with Kyle's, you realized that true strength lies not in being invincible, but in the vulnerability of opening oneself to love.

Together, you embarked on a journey that defied the odds, where love triumphed over adversity, and where the union of two souls illuminated the path ahead. And in that shared commitment, you discovered that love is the most powerful force of all—a force that can overcome the shadows of doubt and bring forth a future filled with endless possibilities.

[ofplanetsloved]

re: ruby and sex

//personals please do not reblog, this is a roleplay post//

General:

I will not write underage, incest, or noncon scenes.

I personally won’t use icons in smut scenes, but I have no preference if you do.

I won’t write with minors, that’s a cybercrime. If I find out you’re lying about your age, it’s an instant block + report.

I will use ‘one good honest kiss // n s f w’ to tag my smut posts, and will also put them under a “Keep Reading”.

If there’s something I don’t like/is making me uncomfortable, I won’t hesitate to talk to you about it privately. This is a sign of trust and respect— you’re not ‘in trouble’ and I’m probably not ‘mad at you’.

Top/Bottom/Vers are terms, typically used by MLM, to determine which party is penetrating the other. These are not interchangeable with Dom/Sub/Switch, which refer to BDSM or kink dynamics. Whichever one I use is the one I mean.

Mun (Ryan) is nonbinary, 20 years old, queer/bisexual, and identifies as both MLM and WLW.

Sexuality/Gender/Dynamic:

Bisexual, with a preference for men. Cis woman (only chooses female vessels and has no intention of ever choosing a male vessel— the very idea makes her squirm).

Switch, though typically submissive to men and dominant to women.

However, she is not interested in topping, that is, wearing a strap.

One of the exceptions is that she’s absolutely the submissive to Tammi, the witch from 3.9.

Likes:

Getting her hair pulling. And pulling hair.

Vocal partners.

Makes her feel human. In a good way.

Being degraded.

Every time that a Winchester calls her a skank, a demon gets their horns.

Praise.

Tell her she’s good. Tell her she’s so good. She’ll like it because she knows it’s not true and she likes being a good liar.

Dirty talk!!!

I mean, that’s how she seduces Sam. She does love a good seduction.

Dislikes:

Missionary. 

Comments about her appearance, whether degradation or praise.

She’s not very attached emotionally to her vessels and she doesn’t feel a connection with them. So if you’re complimenting the vessel... it means nothing to her.

Wasting time.

Bondage.

She likes her freedom too much. And she likes her partner to have the freedom to touch her.

Poly situations.

She wants to focus on one person at a time.

History:

She remembers what it’s like to be human. She remembers what it’s like to be carnal. And you know what? She still is.

If you choose s4 Ruby, it’s entirely socially conscious. There is nobody else rattling around in that brain. That said, s3 Ruby... don’t think about it too hard. And I don’t write the secretary that she possesses for like ten minutes or the maid that she possesses for a single scene. K.C. and G. (C.) P. are your lovely faceclaim options.

That said. If your character is having sex with her because they think she’s a good person... super fun to write, but deeply untrue! She’s lying to everyone! This is why Ruby and Lilith should fuck, actually.

She was a witch before she was a demon, and she had a long term relationship with Tammi, the witch from 3.9. And it was.... hot.

[brightlycoloredteacups]

I hope you don't hate me for this, but can you pretty please do the whole alphabet for Steve Rogers 🙈🙈🙈 I love youuuuuu

.....I mean I could never hate you but...you know my feelings about Rogers. But I love you, so I’l do it. 

Fluffy Alphabet here

A = affection (how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more in private?)

-Steve is a very affectionate partner. He’s just subtle about it. Forehead kisses, cute notes around the house, little drawings. When he isn’t on a mission he makes you lunches with encouraging quotes he finds on the internet. He’s also not afraid to be affectionate with you in public/around his team. Though its nothing over the top, people will always know who your fella is. 

B = best memory (what is the best memory they have with you)

-his best memory had to be the first time he saw you with a dog. The thing as huge, nearly your height even on all fours. You ran up to it, asking the owner if you could pet it. When you’d been given the all clear you proceeded to love on the dog, cooing at it. You turned to him, face in the brightest smile he’d ever seen. “Isn’t it so cute Steve?” You say, he had to agree with you, the scene was very cute. 

C = cat or dog person (this is pretty obvious)

-Steve is a dog person through and through, though he isn’t opposed to cats. 

D = dreams (what do they want to do in life?)

-Steve wants a simple life to be honest. Marriage, 2.5 kids, white picket fence. He honestly can’t wait until he retires. 

E = evenings (how do they spend their evening? So they go out? Do they read?)

-Steve is a low tech person. He spends his evenings winding down, drawing on a sketch pad, listening to old radio shoes, or maybe old love songs. Sometimes he reads. Very rarely will he watch television. His favorite nights are when you’re curled up on the couch next to him, lost in your own book. 

F = first date (what was it like?)

-The first date is something simple. Coffee, lunch, maybe an art museum. 

G = giggle (what is their laugh like? What makes them laugh?)

-Steve true laugh is loud and infectious. He usually does the head duck chuckle, but when something really gets him going, usually a snide comment from Sam, he can’t help but double over and lean on the wall. 

H = hugs (do they like hug? What kind of hugs do the give?)

-Steve will always give you full frontal bear hugs. He squeezes you so you know he loves you. His favorite hugs to receive though are the back hugs, he feels so content in your arms, he wishes you would do it more often. 

I = instrument (do they play an instrument?)

-Steve is an artist...just not the musical kind. Poor boy is tone deaf and can’t play an instrument for the life of him. 

J = joy (what brings them joy in life?)

-He’s learned to get joy from simple things, a good cup of coffee, a god book, spending time with you doing nothing in particular. 

K = kisses (what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?)

-Steve is a soft kisser. Not shy, sometimes not even chase, but he isn’t about to crush your lips with his, no matter how heated things get between you. 

L = love (how do they act when they have a crush)

-Steve tends to avoid you if he has a crush. Poor thing still doesn’t know how to act right around a woman that catches his fancy, so things are being knocked over, and he’s a stuttering mess. Especially if you flirt with him. 

M = memory (what’s their favourite memory?)

-Steve favorite memory is baking cookies with his mother and grandmother. 

N = no (what is their pet peeve?)

-his pet peeves are bullies, ‘nuff said. 

O = occupation (what’s their dream job?)

-Artist, hands down. If Steve could manage it, he’d be an animator. 

P = parent (what kind of parent would they be?)

-Steve would be a fair parent. Very loving, but strict. No matter if he had a boy or girl, he’d have rules, and punishments along with those rules. 

Q = questions (do they believe in the super natural? Aliens? Anything along those lines)

-Steve can’t help but believe in aliens, technically he works alongside one. Though he’s a strong Christian, he doesn’t go to church every Sunday, and doesn’t force his belief on anyone else. He does go through a period of questioning though. 

R = romantic (are they romantic during the relationship?)

-Steve is very much a romantic. He’ll take scene right out of old black and white movies. Kissing in the rain, dancing, candlelit dinners. He does it all. 

S = smile (what makes them smile without fail)

-Dumb texts from you, without a doubt. doesn’t matter what it’s about, seeing your name pop up on his screen is the highlight of his day. 

T = together (how clingy are they? How long do you two spend together per day on average)

-He’s not too clingy, but he does love skin to skin contact with you. He also likes to spend as much time with you as he can. Though he understands the concept of personal space. He has a guys night out every week with Sam and Bucky, and whomever else wants to join. 

U = unbearable (what habit do they have that’s unbearable? What habit do you have that they find unbearable)

-You probably finds Steves reckless behavior unbearable. But it comes with the territory, you knew that before you two got serious. Your unbearable habit is leaving you comb/brush filled with hair. Pick it out and throw it away baby, jeeze. 

V = videos (do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?)

-Are you kidding me? Once Steve finds out about instagram and video recorders on the phone, that’s all his time line is filled with. He even goes through the trouble of attaching his phone to his computer and downloading them. He doesn’t trust the cloud, it sounds too sinister. 

W = wedding (what was the wedding like?)

-It depends on what you want for a wedding, he’s pretty flexible. But his dream wedding is very small. An intimate affair with just a few people around him. 

X = eXtra (what’s an interesting fact about them that they don’t tell anyone about?)

-He hates having you run your fingers through his hair! Run them along his back, or arms, just not his hair. 

Y = yuck (what do they hate? Could be a food, sent, word anything)

-Steve honestly hates dirty laundry. If he had his way, he’d do a load every day. 

Z = zzzz (how heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep? What mood do they wake up in? Really any sleeping headcanons)

-He’s not a heavy sleeper at all. He never has been. But he must sleep close to you, cuddled up preferably. He often wakes early in the morning to go for a run, but most days, he likes to stay in bed with you next to him. It’s so soothing to have you in his life. 

[minimickzy]

Yeah, Cool || Richie Tozier

Request: Hi can I get a Richie imagine? Kinda based of the song My Kind of Woman by Mac demarco. Where he’s so surprised that no matter what you’ve always stuck by him. No matter how many jokes he masked about you, offensive or perverted, you always know he’s joking. And he’s just in awe cause of how strong you are and YOU choose HIM to stick with through everything. He just utterly adores you and he doesn’t realize you adore him to until he realizes how long you’ve stuck by him. Thanks! Love your blog💛

 +Hi okay so could you do a Richie x Reader where He likes the reader but the losers say that she's to innocent and completely opposite of him but goes for it anyway and him and the reader end up having a happily ever after?

Characters: Reader x Richie Tozier, the losers club 

Word count: 2924

Warning: swearing, mentioned underage drinking, kissing (ew!)

a/n: This is a weird style that I tend to write in, I don't know if y’all are gonna like it so please let me know. this is also extremely long. please let me know what you think! also let me know if you want to be added to any tag lists!

Oh baby, oh man

You're making my crazy, really driving me mad

Summer 1988

From the second Richie saw you he knew you were meant to be. Richie wasn’t one to be sappy but when it came to you his heart melted in his chest and his head spun around with thoughts of you.

You moved to Derry in the summer before junior year. Your mom picked everything up and brought the family to this small shitty town. There was nearly nothing to do here. You’d go on walks looking for something, anything to preoccupy yourself with, but your searches went on and on.

You didn't notice the group of kids that would follow you around every day. The losers club was intrigued by you. They never saw you talk to anyone, you’d just walk around and look at the world around you. They all had the filling that you were one of them. Every few days you’d go to the park and sit against the sand pipe and read a book.

There was a boy who always seemed to be hanging around with binoculars and a little book. He seemed to be birdwatching but you never thought of a boy his age being into such a adult thing.

One day, after a rainy night you decided to sit on the bench instead of the mushy ground. It was a quiet day, near the end of august, a gentle breeze blew your hair against your cheeks as you engulfed your mind in your book.   

You nearly jumped out of your skin when someone sat down at the other side of the bench. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” You saw the bird boy looking at you with a apologetic but slightly annoyed look, after all you were in his spot. “Oh, It's no trouble, sorry for taking your spot, the ground was just… dirty.”

“It's fine.” He turned away from you and to the bird fountain. You went back to reading your book but couldn't help but feel the awkward tension rising in the silence. “I’m (y/n), I just moved here a month ago or something.” You put your hand out for him, He turned back you and gave your hand a tense shake, “I’m Stan. I’ve seen you around alot.” 

“yeah, I’ve just been looking for something to do.” He nodded, “Well, maybe you could come to the Barrens later, its where me and my friends hang out.” You smiled, “yeah, that sounds cool. You're the first person I’ve talked to here.” he laughed, “that's Derry for you. Do you have a bike?” You shook your head. “I guess I can give you a ride on my handlebars.” He started to get up, you stayed sitting not really sure if you should follow until he turned around a few yards away and looked at you expectantly, “coming?” “Oh, yeah! Sorry.” You stood up and rushed to join him.

That's alright with me, it's really no fuss

As long as you're next to me, just the two of us

Spring 1989

Richie had fucked up and he knew that. His trashmouth had gotten both the losers pissed at him and his parents to kick him out. It wasn't on purpose. He didn't tell anyone but he had a run in with Bowers on the way to school. He was to embarrassed to say anything and His blood with boiling from how weak he felt after what had happened. He wasn't sure if the losers had told you what happened, or what you would think of him if they did. Spring was here and Junior year was coming to a end.

He didn't bother to come up with a story to tell, he just walked up to your door and knocked, your parents car wasn't there but the lights were on so he knew you must be home. When you opened the door your eyes widened with shock at the sight in front of you. “Richie..” He looked so broken. His eyes were red and puffy, magnified by his coke bottle glasses. The goofy grin that was nearly always plastered on his face was gone and his body was trembling in the cool night air.

“I really fucked up.” You nodded, “yeah, Stan told me. Listen, I don’t thin-” “They kicked me out.” “what?” “My par-parents, they kicked me out.” He sniffed and you thought your heart may as well have just fallen on the ground in front of him. “Why?” “I said something and my dad, he just-” Richie couldn’t get the rest out, instead breaking down on your poach, his head held in his hands as the tears slipped from his eyes and splashed onto his glasses. You didn't waste any time to hug him. He was shaking. You held him as tight as you could, you whispered soft words into his ear and let him nuzzle his curly hair into you neck.

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

My, oh my, what a girl

Summer 1989 

It took the loud honk of a horn to knock Richie out of his tance. You laughed as he swore under his breath and pressed his foot down on the gas pedal sending the car forward. Richie had been staring at you, taking the chance as you were looking out the window of his beat up car on the way to pick up Eddie and then meet up with the rest of the losers. A year later and you still didn't have a bike. He didn't know the reason was because then he’d have to give you ride.

Richie and Mike were the only ones with cars, you lived down the street from him and Eddie lived 5 minutes from there and then everyone else lived on the other side of town by Mike who would pick them up in the back of his old pickup he got from his dad.

When Richie pulled up to Eddie’s sidewalk the boy who wasn't much bigger than when you had first met him came beelining out of the front door. He hopped in the back and took a puff of his inhaler, sure enough his mom came out right after and started to yell something but Richie pulled away before you could hear any of it. “What was up her ass Ed’s?” Richie asked, Eddie groaned in return, “She said I had a cold or something because I sneezed, and how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that.”

You laughed lightly and placed your hand on Richies on top the stick shift. His stomach did flips and his brain went just a little fuzzy. You didn't take it away until he parked outside of the movie house where everyone was waiting. Eddie jumped out and then you but Richie didn't move a muscle. “Richie?” you asked leaning down so you could see him, “You coming?” “mhm, I just- need a second.” “are you okay?” “yeah, I'll be right in.” “cool.” “yeah, cool.”

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

Summer 1988

Stan pulled up to the barrens and let you hope off of his handlebars, there was only another boy and girl there already, sitting on to rocks with there hands interlocked. “Thats Bill and Beverly” he pointed before they saw you. You nodded and your nerves started to get the best of you. What if the only people you talked to in Derry didn't even like you? Stan started walking towards them and they both smiled and waved to him. The girl, Beverly, was the first to notice you, taking a double take and then elbowing Bill who stood up immediately.   

“This is (y/n), I said it was cool if she'd hang with us.” San introduced you as you gave a little nod. “Hi. It’s nice to meet you.” Bill smiled and stuck a hand out to shake, “you t-too.” You smiled back and shook his hand.

Bill and Beverly told you about the losers club and how they’d been seeing you around town. “We Thou-thought you m-m-meant be one of u-us.” Bill said and you laughed, “A loser?” Beverly shrugged, “It's not too bad.” You nodded, “so who else is in it?” Bills face brightened up again as he started to tell you about each member in the group, “Well the-there's Mike who...

And I'm down on my hands and knees

Begging you please, baby, show me your world

Fall 1988

“What a babe.” Richie fawned over you as you walked away. The rest of the losers laughed or sighed at the pathic doe eyes Richie wore whenever he looked at you.

You were the innocent of the group, Richie was not. Every sentence that he said included swears but one had hardly ever touched your lips. He wore black and punk band tees and you wore pastels and sweaters. He used to call you Betty Cooper when you first started hanging out with the losers as a joke and you’d always call him Jughead in return. You always chuckled at his jokes even if you didn’t get it which was most of the time. It was just the giddiness and rush you got whenever you were around him that really got the laughs going.

“Richie, she’s so out of your league.” Eddie deadpanned patting Him on the back. “And whys that?” Richie asked in a pissy tone. “B-b-because she’s innocent R-Richie, and your N-not.” Bill said, “Yeah, and she's smart and attractive. Two more things you lack.” Stan smirked. Richie huffed and stood up from the rock he had been sitting on. “That's bullshit.” They all looked at him with scartic looks. “I can tone it down.” “yeah right.” Eddie laughed, Richie furrowed his eyebrows and started to walk away.

“I’ll show you fuckers!” He started his way to you house jogging in order to catch up to you, “Hey (y/n)! Wait up!” he yelled down the street causing you to turn towards him. You shot him a sweet smile, “What’s up Richie?” He stopped to catch his breath and rubbed his hands off on his hawaii shirt. “I-I just wanted to ask you something.”  You cocked an eyebrow, “and you couldn't use a phone?”

He shrugged and played with the dirt on the ground with his foot, “What do you think of me?” He was no longer making eye contact with you which you were silently thankful for, “what?” His question had blindsided you. “Like, What do you think of my jokes and how I act or whatever.” “Oh, I think your great- I mean I really like your jokes and you glasses and your hair and and how you sometimes smile with only one side of your mouth and- Your really cool Rich.” You just needed to get yourself to shut up. “So you don’t mind my dirty jokes or swearing?” “No? Why?”

“I just thought they meant be much for you.” You laughed, “You could never be too much for me Tozier” He smiled brightly, “Cool.” “Yeah, cool.”

Oh brother, sweetheart

I'm feeling so tired really falling apart

And it just don't make sense to me

Spring 1989

You told Richie he could stay at your house as long as your parents didn't catch him. You gave him some food and he told you about Bowers, He told you about everything, His cheeks were a dark shade of red, you were the last person he wanted to know. But you understood, you didn't tell him but as soon as he fell asleep you called and told Bev everything and then she told everyone else, they all understood just as you had and Bill was going to talk to Richie at school.

Since the day you met Richie you felt connected with him. You hadn't thought twice about holding him as he cried or playing with his hair when he talked. You weren't going to deny you held a liking towards Richie, There was no question as to if you were head over heels for the boy.

You thought he was too but neither of you ever dared make a move. You told your parents you were sick in the morning and bought yourself a few more hours alone with Richie before you’d both go in for the later half of your classes. You gave him breakfast as soon as your parents left.

He didn't say much. He couldn't believe he had told you everything, the stuff that he even hid from the rest of the losers. As he ate you watched him from across the table eating your own breakfast. You found his leg with your foot under the table. “Richie?” He looked up to you, “yeah?” “Why’d you come to me? Why not Eddie or Stan? Why me?”

His eyes got a little wider and his cheeks burned a soft pink, “I- I guess, I trust you.” You smiled, “Really?” You started to take a sip from your water “yeah. I really do. Your so nice and I really love you.” You choked on your water and some of it sprayed out of your mouth, onto the table as you coughed. “I’m sorry- I just-” Richie said rushing to apologize as soon as he realized what his big mouth had said. “No, Richie- I love you- too- Don't be- sorry-” you said between coughs.

He smiled. “Cool.” You smirked “yeah, cool.”

I really don't know

Why you stick right next to me or wherever I go

Summer 1990 

“Richie this is ridiculous!” you yelled, he jumped back at your outburst. Richie and you had been a thing forever and respected it as dating behind closed doors. You wanted it to be official, you wanted to know you weren't going to lose him. Richie wanted the same thing, but as long as he had you he didn’t want to do anything to fuck that up. But you were fed up so when he met you at the barrens, just the two of you, you jumped right into it.

“What?” you groaned, “you have to let me know what we are, where is this going? I need to know Richie, I have to go to college and you, you have to go somewhere!” He frowned, “I’m going wherever you go.” “what?” he shrugged, “There's nowhere else I want to go.” You looked at him with  melow shock. You thought he just didn't want to commit, you didn't know in his head he already had.

“Oh. So we’re dating?” “That's what I thought, If you don't want me to-” “No! I mean no, that's what I want, If it's what you want!” the tension was high, “What if I want something more!” The two of you yelling a bit softer each time, “Then let's make it something more!” he stepped closer to you, “We’re 18!” you stepped closer to him, “yes!” He took your hands in his, “We could be engaged!” you nodded your head, “yes!” he gave you his goofy grin, “Is that a yes to 18 year olds can be engaged or me asking you to fucking marry me?” “both.” He kissed you sweetly “fuck” You kissed him, “shit.” “that's what I want.” “then that's what you get.” “Cool.” “yeah, cool.”

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

My, oh my, what a girl

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

Fall 1989 

The first the two of you kissed was at a party where you both had been a little tipsy. The only reason it didn't go further was Beverly busting in and freaking out. She didn't tell anyone, and neither did you or Richie.

But Richie couldn’t live with just a taste of the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and who he’d been drooling over for more than a year. He tried desperately to get you to kiss him again, but the time was never right. One day Richie Tozier had enough, He was driving you home from a meetup with the losers, the windows were open and the radio blasting. Everyone had went out to Castle Rock for a carnival but the rest of the losers decided to stay after you and Rich left.

You laughed at something he said and when that sweet sound touched his ears he quickly turned off the road and onto the shoulder. “Richie? Whats up?” “I need to kiss you.” he said it so calmly it almost frightened you. “What?” “I’ve liked you since the day you moved here and at the party it was like a dream and I need to kiss you.”

You shrugged, “Okay.” “really?” “yes.” “oh my fuck, I didn't actu- fuck. Okay.” “are you going to or…” He nodded and turned quickly, capturing your lips with his. You couldn't help but smile as you pulled away. He smiled and turned back onto the road. “cool.” You laughed, “yeah, cool.”

And I'm down on my hands and knees

Begging you please, baby, show me your world

Summer 1987

“...Yeah, he g-go-goes on about b-b-being sick but hes st-still cool, and then th-theres R-Richie-” “Thats my name don't wear it out Big Bill.” you heard someone laugh from behind you. You turned to see two boys, one with Red shorts who was smaller and then a tall boy with wild curly black hair, thick glasses and a devilish grin. “He’s Well, Ri-Richie.” Bill shrugged as the boys joined the small circle.

“Whos the babe?” Riche laughed and you chuckled slightly, “I’m (y/n), I’m new around here.” He smirked, “cool.” “Yeah, cool.”

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re: ruby in endverse

❝ but ruby died! ❞  don't think lucifer would bring back the girl who set him free? in a heartbeat? the loyalist of the loyalists? he might not be able to bring back lilith, but he can pull ruby out. she might need a new vessel. anyway i want her back . so .

unlike meg, ruby is happy to live out her life at lucifer's side. that was always the plan. get sam to set lucifer free, and then spend the apocalypse with him, in her beloved sam's body. sometimes, in mirrors, he lets her talk to sam. he's not thrilled with the situation and probably wants ruby to help him expel lucifer. and maybe she will. but probably not.

she's powered up. meg might have lost her mojo, but ruby's doubled. she escapes the clutches of camp chitiqua repeatedly. sometimes she goes to the border just to taunt them, to fuck with them, and talk about how much sam and lucifer love her. they have no way to know what's true.

she loves taunting dean, of course, who wants to slit her throat and call her a demon skank.

but generally, she'll be antagonistic to anyone she sees. she doesn't kill anyone.

and yeah. she still feeds sam demon blood. only when he asks.

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re: ruby, meg, and the long con

so we all know that supernatural has a REALLY bad stakes problem because nobody expected it to last literally fifteen years, but one of them is the stakes problem between azazel and lucifer: is azazel planning on running an army and needing just one of many psychic children to win his demon blood hunger games or is sam destined to be lucifer’s vessel?

(and how do my two beloved demons fall into play?)

so i do try to stick with canon personally in my portrayals but i also have to bend canon when canon doesn’t stick with canon so bare with me !!! i think sam was always destined to be lucifer’s vessel— they make it pretty clear, specifically with the cupid admitting that mary and john hated each other but were cupid-ed together (5.14) in order to fulfill the destiny of sam and dean being lucifer and michael (and also cain and abel to a degree, which considering they’re descendants of cain (10.14), like, this is all ❝ destined ❞.

that said, sam needed to have a full arc of independence from dean to say ❝ yes ❞ to lucifer. lucifer/various demons have been controlling his whole life— various teachers, prom date, and fucking BRADY. lucifer made sure that sam was going to go off to college, putting a schism between him and dean. and then made sure he stayed there with brady. if sam stayed in the role of little baby brother in adoration of dean, lucifer had no chance of getting him to say yes.

by having jessica burned, azazel helps move this forward. now sam is full of rage and anger and a need for revenge. that need for revenge is more than just against azazel for jessica, because it stays with him as the need for revenge against lillith, therefore domino domino domino apocalypse.

i buy into the idea that azazel knew dean would sacrifice himself for sam. azazel sets up this whole hunger games situation knowing that sam has to come out on top because he’s the vessel, but also, sam is not strong (?) enough to kill an innocent man, which is so tasty on its own. and now azazel and lucifer and lillith have the righteous man in hell, so they can start breaking some fucking seals. i think the demons have been planning this for centuries. so.

meg:

meg is not an insanely powerful demon. she’s pretty low on the hierarchy, but because azazel sees her as a daughter, she gets to kick ass and do stuff. her main goal for season one is to kill john for azazel. she just wants to kill john and make azazel happy. i think, like i said, that the plan was always to get dean to sacrifice his soul, and she really just had to kill john or sam to make it work. if john died because of non-deal means, i think dean would’ve made a deal to save him. i don’t know. anyway. she does NOT know about the big plan (she says in 5.1 that if she knew, she would’ve killed dean ages ago). she just knows she wants to make her dad happy (and when he’s dead... new dad time!!!)

ruby:

ruby is also in on the big plan, but in an insanely different way that meg is. ruby is the right hand man of THEE lilith. and lilith is the only one who knows that ruby is on their side. meg certainly thinks ruby’s a traitor. they all do. she’s gone so deep undercover that she can literally tell nobody about this plan and that she’s only helping sam to kill lilith as the final seal. and it’s such a waiting game for her bc she has to make him powerful and willing enough to do it the MOMENT the 65th is broken, but she can’t make him too eager to do it before then. it’s a fine scale and she fucking does it. she was the BEST of the sons of bitches and did this with every demon in hell hating her guts. girlie started the apocalypse with a perpetual target on her back.

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