#i love her mullet and beard so much

[deadscell]

#hi gongeous…….. ❤️ #i love her mullet and beard so much #she’s so lesbian coded #🫡 me when iroquois pliskin asks me to do something #i want to carry him around in my pocket and protect him (he’s a trained killer) #metal gear solid #mgs #metal gear series #solid snake #metal gear memes #mgs memes #snake mgs #mgs snake #mgs solid snake #solid snake mgs #iroquois pliskin #metal gear #mgs2 #mgs 2 #mgs2 sons of liberty #metal gear solid 2 sons of liberty #metal gear solid 2 #sons of liberty #metalgear #metalgearsolid #shit post #shitpost #shit posting #shitposting #hi gongeous

[harlowcomehome]

The wedding guest:

It’s always the twinkle in your eyes…

“…Being able to watch your love blossom over the last few years, has truly been one of the most eye-opening, whirlwind and exciting examples of love I’ve ever been so honored of witnessing. I only hope that I find a love magnetic and fulfilling as the two of you” you finished your speech and held your glass up to the crowd earning a wave of applause.

A pair of baby blue eyes watched you as you fixed your dress before sitting beside your best friend. He had been subtly smiling at you throughout the night, silently peeking at your interest.

You and Sandra had been friends since middle school, she was your other half. The platonic soulmate everybody wanted in their life. Sandra was always lucky in love, or- just luckier than you.

You always knew that Sandra would get married first, so when she met James (a music producer from Atlanta) and you saw a twinkle in her eye that you’d never seen before you got mentally prepared to lose her, at least in some form.

James was a good guy, so you didn’t mind it as much as you had initially expected to.

The remainder of the wedding speeches went well, your eyes scanned the room for reactions as jokes were told, and memories were shared.

You couldn’t help but continuously find him in the crowd, he was tall, so it was easy. You felt drawn to him immediately.

He was nursing the same drink pretty much all night, barely sipping it. You were intrigued by his build, toned arms that were almost bursting through his suit, defined chest, and muscular legs that made his pants tighter than he cared for. His hair was curly, it was shaped like a mullet which usually wouldn’t have worked for anyone else but he had the face for it.

“That my boy Jack” James leaned over Sandra, snapping you out of your very obvious daydream.

“Hmm?” You giggled, knowing you were caught.

“Do you want me to introduce you?” James smirked, earning an excited nod from your best friend.

“What does he do?”

“He’s a rapper, I’m sure you’ve-“ James stopped realizing your taste in music was far more underground than most.

Before you knew it Jack was headed your way, you felt the acid in your stomach bubbling to the top. You weren’t sure why but his presence made you nervous, which was out of character for you.

The closer he got, you realized just how tall he was.

“Holy shit,” you thought to yourself before you were met face to face.

“James!” They embraced with a handshake before he shook Sandra’s hand, congratulated them both, and then moved on to you.

“You must be…?” He held his hand out, but you barely noticed, your eyes were scanning his face. His cheekbones were defined, covered in freckles, his beard freshly lined up.

“That's Y/N” Sandra stifled a laugh, as she rested her hand on your shoulder to bring you back to life.

You shook Jack's hand, feeling your body grow warm with embarrassment. His hands were frozen, you weren’t entirely sure why Sandra wanted to get married in December but there weren’t enough propane patio heaters in the world to fight this winter weather.

The tip of his nose was red, and his cheeks too. You took this opportunity as it came.

“Do you want to go somewhere warmer?” You swallowed, worried you were being too forward with a stranger you had just met moments ago.

Jack smiled so hard his cheekbones physically hurt, “I’d love that.”

Jack followed closely behind you as you led him to a single empty table, a propane heater beside it.

“How’d you know about this private spot?” He smirked, sitting down beside you.

“I actually made sure we had this, in case the bride and groom wanted to be alone for a moment” you shyly replied, as your knees began to touch.

“I like that, a woman who thinks of it all” Jack cheekily replied making you giggle with how forward he was being.

“So how do you know James?”

“He worked on my last album with me. I make music” he knew you weren’t aware of who he was, he always had a hunch.

“Do you think I’d know any of your songs?” You scooted closer to him, now able to smell the cologne he practically bathed in.

It was almost comedic timing, when one of Jack's songs began to play in the background, and all of the wedding guests stood to their feet in the distance.

“This one, this one’s mine” he pointed with his index finger to the sky. He blushed as the two of you took in the moment together.

“I like it” you hummed, knowing his ego would love the sound of that.

“I like you” Jack rebutted, his boyish charm strong with that comeback.

“Oh yeah?” A soft giggle escaped you as he smoothly took hold of your hands, much warmer now than before.

“I’d like to think so” he smiled.

The two of you talked for what felt like hours, about music, family, and everything else under the sun.

It was nice for Jack to feel “normal.”

It was nice for you to feel seen.

“When this night is over, will I see you again?” Jack was worried as the two of you made your way back to the party, bumping shoulders as neither could walk in a straight line, nerves overtaking you still.

“Who said the night had to end?” You grabbed his hand, taking him to the dance floor as a slow song began to play.

Normally Jack would have worried, worried who saw, who would take pictures, things of that nature but this wedding was phone-less and he couldn’t be more thankful for that.

The two of you swayed back and forth as neither one of you could really dance.

“You blew me away with your dancing” you teased as the two of you giggled off the dance floor, him taking your hand as you went to get a drink together.

Sandra and James watched from their seats, smiling as they couldn’t stop watching the two of you interact.

“Did you see it?” Sandra nudged her husband of just a few hours.

“See it?” He hummed, confused.

“The twinkle in her eyes” she whispered, grabbing his bicep and giving it a squeeze.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #Jack Harlow fanfic #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines

[octuscle]

A matter of honor

After splitting up with his girlfriend, Angus' financial situation became increasingly precarious. The hotel he had moved into when he was kicked out of the apartment they shared was far too expensive for his means. And after a short time, he realized that his standard of living did not match his income, but hers. Every use of a credit card was a gamble. And Angus was finding it increasingly difficult to keep his cool.

He realized that the situation was critical when he went to his fashionable gym after a short and not very lucrative day at work. His membership card wasn't working. So he went to the counter to ask why. And his jaw dropped: Nicolas, who worked at the front desk, was usually the epitome of a crossfitter. A handsome young man, well-built, well-groomed, a feast for the eyes! But the fellow who was now standing opposite Angus was, firstly, almost a head taller and at least twice as heavy as Angus. A beefcake! His right arm was inked all over with the kind of images you'd expect to see on a hooligan. A greasy mullet on his head and a horseshoe moustache on his face. And a huge cock that was squeezed into his tight trousers.

"Hi Angus, are you having any problems?" asked Nicolas. "I don't know, Nicolas" replied Angus, "you tell me!" "Name's Nick, let me have a look". Nick explained to Angus that the last two contributions could not be debited. And that letters to his address had been returned as undeliverable. No wonder, Angus had of course given his girlfriend's address. Angus took a deep breath and explained his problem to Nick. It felt good to finally tell the truth. Somehow he felt like he could tell his fellow anything. "Angus, my buddy, I think I have a solution," Nick said and pulled out his cell phone. "I'm easily making a thousand pounds a day with this app here at the moment. Sometimes even 2,000 if things are going well. He looked at Angus almost lustfully, grabbed his crotch and said that he could easily make just as much money.

"Hell," Angus thought to himself. As long as my cell phone isn't blocked, I'll give it a try. Nick let Angus into the gym and Angus installed the app. If he understood correctly, this was basically something like OnlyFans. People paid for voyeurism. He could only hope that none of his friends joined in. Angus took a deep breath, put on his most dazzling smile and posted the selfie with the caption "Guys, I'm new here. Looking forward to interacting with you!"

Angus had just finished warming up when he received his first message. "Would love to see you with a nipple piercing. Offer 20 pounds." Angus wondered what he should do now. He could select "Accept", "Decline" or "Counter-proposal". He pressed "Accept" once. The account balance display jumped to 20 pounds. Apart from that, he didn't notice anything. Very strange, he thought as he played with his right nipple, lost in thought. Maybe it would be a good idea to pierce the other one at some point. When he was financially liquid again. The feeling of the piercing was simply hot!

Angus had almost finished training when he got the next message. "What do you think about a new job? Offer you 100 pounds." This was getting stranger and stranger. He pressed "counter-proposal" and jokingly entered 5,000 pounds. What could happen? The display read "Crowdfunding active" and the account balance rose slowly but steadily. Angus finished his training, posted a quick selfie with a sweaty torso and went to take a shower. Back at his locker, he glanced at his cell phone. The account balance was 4,975.89 pounds. And then it jumped to 5,020.00 pounds. Nick had been right, it was a piece of cake. He got into his not-so-clean overalls, put on his work boots, grabbed the toolbox and set off. He had the late shift at the emergency plumbing service today, he had to hurry. He said goodbye to Nick with a fist bump. He liked the fellow. The bald head and the full beard looked great on the guy. Okay, at just 5'6" he looked a bit like a garden gnome. But at least he looked like a damn muscular one.

Angus' boss didn't like it when he played with his personal cell phone during work. So he could only read through the new messages after he had finished work at around 10 pm. There were a lot of offers. Some were strange at best, really sick or perverted at worst. He couldn't even put up that much money as a counteroffer that he would agree to a one-inch cock or six fingers per hand. With others, he didn't have to think twice. Someone had offered him a new apartment for 500 pounds, for example. Another had offered to adjust Angus' hairstyle. For 200 fucking pounds. Angus really had to grin. As he sat around the corner of his basement apartment in his favorite pub, drinking an after-work beer, he scratched his bald head. He still didn't understand what this app was for and what it did… But he already had almost 7,000.00 pounds in his account.

It had been a tough day. Angus was tired. He was glad to be in bed. The last message he accepted before falling asleep was the offer that he was now called Liam. For 50.00 pounds, after all.

Liam knew what he owed his fans. Still lying in bed, he posted a selfie with the caption "Out of bed, off to the gym. And then back to cleaning clogged pipes".

While sitting on the loo, Liam accepted a few more tattoos and a septum piercing. It brought him almost another 400 pounds. But if he wanted the muscles to burn, he had to hurry now.

Nick greeted Liam and told him what work still needed to be done in the men's shower. By taking on these small janitorial tasks, Liam saved himself the horrendous club fees. He could only hope that he had understood Nick correctly. The ascetic Indian's accent was really hard to understand.

"300 pounds if you become a weightlifter". Accepted. "50 pounds if you work out in a basement gym in a backyard in Newham" Accepted. Bloody hell, he was here to work out, not to chat. Liam simply accepted a series of requests without thinking. He hadn't fucked an ass for over ten hours now. And his shift as a sewer worker was about to start. He had to let off some pressure first. One of the fellows working out with him had been watching him the whole time. Liam stood up in front of him.

"Ever sucked a proper ma'e's cock?" Liam asked with his booming bass in his deepest cockney accent. The young man immediately and willingly got down on his knees. Yes, Liam had a mountain of debts to work off. But a man's got to do what a man's got to do.

Pics found @hellishin and @sarge555

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #male transformation #muscle transformation #inked man #age progression

[cyndrastic]

aight update on the future au:

polls not over yet but it’s leaning heavily at McCormick, so i’ll give you my pcov designs and some headcanons for the McCormick parents rn cause out of all the adults they’re my favs 💕💖

i love them so much you don’t understand (also surprise surprise Kenny married Butters [changed his name to Vic], no one could have ever guessed that considering one of my first art posts on this account was a bunny comic 🙄)

anyway they both have mullets cause i just really like mullets, and Vic shaved the side of her head cause that’s my headcanon of what butter’s hair is in the show (cause his little tomato puff makes no sense) and i feel like he would have kept those.

more details and explanations for some things under the cut (aka im ranting about my fav characters and how they work as a couple with little bits of au lore sprinkled in)

Vic-

you may notice i’m jumping back and forth between he and she for Vic, and that’s cause he uses she/he. Don’t get me wrong, I love Butters and Marjorine, but i’ve seen the argument between them so many times. “Butters is a Cis guy!” “Marj is a trans girl!” fuck it Vic is a gnc icon and picks whatever gender he wants depending on whatever the fuck he wants and he’s hot both masc and fem. and i mean very hot. Butters in the show gets a couple descriptive things, namely in the “It’s Butters!” song hes said to have dimples, and more importantly when his father thinks he’s wearing his mom’s makeup when he’s not. that means this kids got perfectly flushed cheeks, nice eyelashes and eyebrows, and unblemished porcelain skin even at 8 years old. that paired with his blonde hair and presumably blue eyes (i’ve never met a blondie without blue eyes), emphasized cheek bones we see in the pcov special (implying he’s got a more slender face and likely more slender and long figure in general, which is the what literal modeling agents tend to look for btw [i would know my grandma and mom were models because they were both pretty with thin frames and lanky limbs]), and the scar over his left eye makes him insanely attractive.

the scar especially gives him something to stand out with; make people remember him (sometimes he even takes out his glass eye just so people get a good look at his empty socket and that image can be seared into their brains). being androgynous also helps make everyone, whether they’re attracted to men or women, find him hot. no one even knows if Vic is short for Victor or Victoria, and that’s the point. also due to how he grew up in this au (spoiler alert, Vic’s life was awful for a lot of years between beginning of high school and when he reconnected with Kenny as an adult [that’s an understatement Vic is by far the most traumatized character in this au]), he doesn’t feel particularly comfortable with being on one perfect end of the gender spectrum; girl or boy. So no matter how he’s presenting, he’s always going to look somewhat androgynous.

Kenny-

Kenny is kinda the same, i just wanted him to look more cool and unhinged. I got rid of the full beard cause i can’t draw it and also hated it, but i added snake bites cause they’re cool. I also got rid of the beer on his shirt cause I feel like after being raised by two alcoholic assholes he wouldn’t drink much as an adult. oh yeah and he’s a he/they now cause you can’t tell me princess kenny didn’t awaken something in him. i feel like he would go to a fancy award ceremony for some massive science breakthrough in a gown. he’s the typa guy to accept some prestigious award for his scientific findings in a slutty silk dress. Basically everything I changed in Kenny’s design was to make him look more like the wacky uncle who gives children weapons (spoilers he is). i kept how the pcov specials made his stockier cause honestly i just like him a little bit bigger. I feel like that’s a treat to himself. he spent so long in a home where he’d probably have to starve some night cause they couldn’t afford to eat, so when he becomes an extremely successful adult, he can give himself the luxury of eating three meals a day or eating junk food that was too expensive for him. he can finally afford to be a little bit heavier; it’s just proof that he’s made it this far from where he came. He’s also more of a mad scientist in this au a la Dr. Mephesto, but far more ethical in what/how he runs experiments.

both-

Their dynamic and characterization in this au is by far the most fleshed out because of how much I like these two characters, and it’s genuinely my favorite couple in the au. I might make a whole separate post on how they operate as parents because they’re both so horrifically worried that they may accidentally follow in their own parents footsteps. Yknow, generational trauma and whatnot. They’re also both insanely unhinged. Both of them are just balls of the walls crazy, which stems from both of them being traumatized (i mentioned Vic is the most traumatized in this au, Kenny is the second most cause of dying thousands of times over his whole life).

Kenny has lost all grasp of physical or mortal fear cause by this time in his life he’s died so much he’s lost any sense of connection to injury, even to other people. It’s difficult for him to register that other people are mortal because it’s such a foreign concept to him, and that can lead to some issues in the lab given that it’s such a dangerous place to work. Meanwhile, Vic has the people she cares about, and has a hard time grasping that people she doesn’t care about aren’t just stepping stones. She was used her whole life, then used and hurt people as an adult (yes she was an NFT bro, no she’s not anymore), but now she has a hard time not snapping back into the NFT thing and scheming every cent out of whoever gave her a dirty look at Walmart. Kenny and Vic can and generally do help each other out with these things, but they can also be each others worst instigators (“oh yeah you should absolutely do that consequences be damned” “no he had it coming to him don’t worry” “yeah fuck him up! beat his ass!” typa shit. they support each other non-conditionally but sometimes that leads to them getting arrested).

#cyn’s sp next gen au #south park #south park au #south park fanart #cyn art #kenny mccormick #kenny sp #sp kenny #kenny fanart #kenny south park #post covid kenny #butters stotch #pcov au #butters sp #sp butters #butters south park #butters fanart #post covid butters #victor chaos #south park post covid #south park post covid au

[inthelittlegenny]

someone's character design tier list came on my dash, and it was the opposite of mine basically. i loved seeing characters i don't like be high on someone's list; and i wanted to make one

character rambles under the cut

(Not ordered within tiers)

S

Diamant: Everyone loves him. He looks so cool. Look at him.

Panette: Apparently controversial. I love her design and I don't know why. You would assume she'd be down with Hortensia and Marnie, but I just love her?? idk.

Ivy: Look at her. The circle thing? The spikes? Navy with bright pink? It's just cool.

Zelkov: Tired and edgy.

A

Chloe: Design grew on me because she was my mvp, initially I was indifferent but I like that little hair tie on the side of her head.

Alcryst: He's soo good. My boy. Don't really like the collar, but otherwise honorary S. Is A because, I prefer the S tier designs, even though I love his. (Does that make sense?)

Lapis: Boring, I admit. And you'd think her colour would be blue. But she grew on me too, S supported her because she was someone I didn't anticipate liking. She became my girl.

Citrinne: She looks cool.

Merrin: She looks damn cool.

Fogado: Looks fun, too many feathery bits but I'm always a sucker for that archer strap thing.

Pandreo: I like it, but also no. Like, I could see myself liking his design but I have to use him a bit before I commit. But, I do like it?

Kagetsu: Good, solid.

Roasdo: Grew to like.

Anna: Hate the fact that she's a child. But the design is cool.

Zephia: Edgy. Extra. Maybe a tad too much, but yeah.

Griss: What a guy. Looks crazy. Is crazy.

Mauvier: I like his design. Suits him. Sometimes a chunky armour just hits the spot.

B

fAlear: I got used to it. Don't really like it, but with everyone else, it isn't actually too bad.

Vander: Standard Jagen. Like the beard.

Clanne: Eh. A little too young/nerdy for me? Also, can't look at him and not think Deku.

Alfred: Grew to like him. Still a tad too silly. (Prefer Dimitri as a princely design, and obviously they are comparitable.)

Boucheron: Head is too small for his body.

Etie: I like the colours. I like the bow motif for her muscle-obsessed personality. I don't like the colours and bow/frills together.

Louis: Face annoys me. Too much hair.

Amber: Too close to a mullet; so no.

Goldmary: Suits her. Too smug.

Yunaka: Love her personality. She just looks 12 with prominent boobs. Uncomfortable. Otherwise, I quite like the outfit (Again, minus boob cut)

Lumera: Eh. Would prefer she look older.

Veyle: Wish it was toned down a tad. But it's alright. She reminds me of togekiss... don't know why.

C

mAlear: Hate the trousers. Hate the fringe gap.

Framme: I hate the hair. And the hat is too modern (I changed everyone's somniel looks because they look modern).

Celine: She grew on me. But still. The hair and skirt combo is ridiculous.

Timerra: Spheres :/

Seadall: Close to loving him. Just the headband/hair kills me. It's like he's hiding a giant forehead. Just remove the headband, maybe put his hair in a ponytail, or make it short. Then, so good.

D

Jade: Again, so close to loving it. But I hate her short side hair pieces so much. I can't ignore them, they ruined her.

Bunet: I want to slap him.

Hortensia: Suits her. I love and hate it. Just, clown vibes. (And I don't even hate clowns)

Marni: Just too bratty. Which, I get is her. But oh my god, ew, the design. Also, wavy hair and a straight fringe? Kinda annoying.

#this was fun to make/ramble #fe #fe17 #genny rambles

[ipsomaniac]

watched the first 2 eps of Rings of Power yesterday and it was basically what i was expecting - a sequence of clunky, overproduced videogame cutscenes - but despite my low expectations i was still surprised by just how bad the writing was. here’s my post bitching about it.

caveat: several years ago i attempted to read The Silmarillion but found it boring and only got about a third of the way through. i’m less interested in how faithful Rings of Power is to its source material (though i do care about faithfulness-of-vibe) and more concerned with critiquing the show on its own merits or failings as a story.

so first off: the aesthetics. i’m not gonna mince my words here, rings of power encapsulates a recent aesthetic tendency in tv and film which i despise. i’ve seen some reviews praising it as “visually stunning” and i’m like, are we watching the same show? are there some people who like this horrible modern fantasy aesthetic where nothing looks real, everything is CGI and has this oversaturated, sort of shiny quality; where even the physical costumes manage to look computer-generated and even “gritty” scenes like battlefields or a rustic tavern are uncannily sanitized? people enjoy this?

the overall shiny videogame aesthetic is compounded by some truly bizarre character design. number one is giving all the male elves a hairstyle that can only be described as “80′s corporate prepster quiff”, sometimes bordering precariously onto greasy mullet territory. each individual elf has a metric tonne of gel holding his quiff in place. apparently this is the standard for male elf beauty in the Second Age:

it is inherently untrustworthy and undignified hair; the only conceivable explanation is that the director wished to evoke the atmosphere of 1980s boardroom dramas and douchebag frat boys to convey that the elves of the Second Age are dumb political animals. 

beyond elf hair, the costuming is not great overall. stand out sins: a general plasticky quality to the costumes (the show seems to have a proclivity for a particular mottled-metallic fabric which looks very odd; at one point galadriel is outfitted in a fully sequinned dress; the prosthetic elf ears look like fleshy plastic protruberences. all the characters are caked in highly visible makeup: the only thing that looks materially real in the whole show is galadriel’s over-highlighted pores and the stark delineation of her smokey eye.

Bonus hair issue: no beards on the dwarf women. cowards!

a few positives: there are some cool sets and landscape designs. i thought Lindon was well-conceived and pretty (although undermined by the greasy-ass elves inhabiting it) and i loved Khazad-Dum: they captured the cavernousness of the space, the sense of constant productive motion within the dwarven stronghold, the pulleys and technology and the clever ways of bringing light underground. also loved the geometric Dwarven design sensibility.

basically, the heavily CGI’d approach does in fact work quite well for landscape-establishing longshots, and the sets themselves are generally decent. i could more easily appreciate the backdrop, and be more forgiving towards the videogame aesthetic, if the characters inhabiting the world didn’t have such a consistently jarring appearance.

As for the actual substance of the show... where to begin.

First off, for a show with so much exposition, it really does a poor job of orienting the audience in the world. For a general audience with passing familiarity with the cast of LOTR and The Hobbit, there are a lot of new characters to get to grips with, and the show is bad at basic things like telling you characters’ names and how they are related to each other. Galadriel’s dead brother - who dat? Galadriel and Elrond are clearly friends/relatives but what’s the connection, when did they meet? Elrond used to be friends with Durin but again, when, how? I have the background knowledge to recognise the elf-king (i.e. the only male elf sporting appropriate hair) as Gil-Galad, but I would not know this just from watching the show. And then there are large clusters of random supporting characters where i just have no clue who these guys are.

this leads to the biggest problem, which is that not only do i not know who half the characters are, i also do not have much of a reason to care. the only character with a clearly laid-out motive is galadriel: she is haunted by her brother’s death and wants to find and defeat Sauron. ok, so far so good. but then the next thing we see is her free-soloing up an icy cliff - this apparently has something to do with finding sauron, but how? what is she looking for? why should we be invested in this wild goose chase? we don’t know and neither does her mutinous elven troupe. she is framed as a warrior girlboss, but by episode 2 she’s had a lot of action to very little purpose. and this is the one character who does have a backstory and motive - with every other character it’s like, who are you and what do you want?

another issue is tone. the problem with having an elf-centric series is that the tonal baseline of elves is heightened, serious and formal and this gets to be a drag pretty quickly. in addition, the writers of Rings of Power simply do not pull off the tolkienesque register very well. exchanges like the following are characteristic:

Elrond: After all you have endured, it is only natural to feel conflicted. Galadriel: Conflicted? I am grateful you have not known evil as I have, but you have not seen what I have seen. Elrond: I have seen my share. Galadriel: You have not seen what I have seen.

the whole thing smacks of bad pastiche. the word “conflicted” is anachronistic (i did a quick ctrl+f of LOTR and i’m correct, there is not a single instance of the word “conflicted” in the text, it’s a jarringly modern usage). then the rest of the exchange is just redundent repetition and tautology, and i guess we are meant to be very impressed by the weight of galadriel’s trauma here but it’s so lamely expressed. and it’s meaningless because, actually, we don’t really have any idea of the horrors they have seen - we had one shot of galadriel wandering around a wrecked battlefield and mourning her brother, but we haven’t really witnessed her suffering beyond that, and have literally no idea what Elrond has been up to prior to the start of the story. so this exchange carries absolutely no weight. this is clearly meant to convey the high seriousness of tolkienesque dialogue but it’s amateur hour! it's just unclever, bad-sounding dialogue. this is basically the level throughout.

the writers occassionally try to lighten things up with jokes:

Medhor: ...or do you think me blind? Arondir: I think you talk too much. And you smell of rotting leaves. Medhor: No, I don’t! Arondir: Yes, you do.

Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Harfoots are naturally the designated comic relief race. the harfoot scenes are constantly gesturing towards mischievious frolicking but no one ever does or says anything actually funny. the harfoots are also unfortunately landed with the role of “spiritual primitives”; there are a few circle-of-life speeches, lenny henry plays some kind of hobbit shamen, it’s annoying stuff. the one positive thing i’d say is that at least with the harfoots we actually get a sense of how far in the past we are vs. LOTR; it’s basically impossible to convey the passing of millennia when your focal characters are elves because they live forever and never change, but with the harfoots we see a recognisably more primitive ancestor-culture to the hobbits, so that helps to locate the series in time.

other bad things: - the voyage to valinor, fuck that was weird, are we supposed to infer that the elves just stand there clasping their swords in armed formation for the whole journey? - celebrimbor... :’( he has such strong willy wonka vibes, why would they do this. i think they deliberately made him off-putting to pre-emptively thwart the celebrimbor/annatar shippers.

good things: i like that they depict Olorin/Gandalf as deliriously disoriented by the experience of corporeal manifestation, looking forward to seeing baby’s journey of learning how to use limbs and process sensory input. i am also keen to see more dwarves.

#rings of power

[alphinias]

“I swear so many of my ships get cursed with one of them with bad hair for at least a season” you can say bellarke it’s okay 😂😂😭😭😭

Oh my god. Yes Bellarke but let me tell you. It’s not just them, unfortunately (don’t stay unless you’re reading for a roasting).

We can start with Bellarke, because respectfully, what the fuck? They wanted Bob’s nice, curly hair glued to his head + bad beard grooming in multiple episodes, and we all saw Clarke’s 3A hair didn’t we??? I don’t have as many problems with her shorter hair in the later seasons as others but it did aggravate me that the other girls would be in full blowouts and curling iron work done and then there’s Clarke with natural poofy (and sometimes too bleached) hair.

Gendry and Pacey. Oh my god. Let them have a little hair?? Same goes for Archie in SaB. They all look so much better not in a buzzcut.

Damon’s worst hair era in half the best Delena season, because of course!!! How else would it work out? There were even a couple scenes in early ND S2 where I hated Ace’s hair.

Elisha is gonna be rocking these bangs for my S2 rivusa scenes and I’m already crying.

And now we round out the group with mullet JJ. Love it.

#these are beautiful people please stop doing them dirty #Bellarke #rivusa #Jiara #Delena #Gendrya #jacey #ask

[aetheternity]

Hard pass P4 (Levi x reader)

Synopsis: Levi is forced out of his comfy dorm room and in a strange twist of events right into your arms at a college party.

"I talked to her!" Hange announced bursting into Levi's room with a slam of the door against the wall.

Levi just rolled his eyes, twisting his body away, with a huff he crossed his arms.

"Why would you do that?" Erwin questioned

"We needed answers!"

"Please tell me you didn't say anything outright at least." He groaned, squeezing his temple.

Hange rolled her eyes. "I didn't. Geez.."

"Oh yeah? How'd you phrase it?"

"I told her I heard from Moblit that she'd kissed Jean and I was curious as to if she was planning to get back with him. It's fine I'm always in her business." Hange said with a wave of her hand.

"You're always in everyone's business but go on." Erwin replied

"I really think Levi should just go talk to her." Hange stated

"Why the hell would I do that?" Levi butted in

"Because I'm pretty sure this is all a big misunderstanding!"

"What'd she end up telling you?" Erwin questioned

"Just that Jean kissed her out of nowhere and that she wasn't expecting it. She probably didn't even like it."

"Are you just inferring that she didn't like it or did she say that?" Erwin asked

"They were kissing for at least a minute and a half.." Levi grunted

"Geez.. how long were you watching? That's kinda creepy.."

"Hange.." Erwin tried

Levi sat up, turning to face Hange who was practically pacing the room. She randomly stopped crossing her arms over her chest.

"Listen, things are only gonna get worse from here if you don't suck it up and just talk to her.. I mean things can't possibly get any worse-"

"Don't jinx it Hange." Erwin interjected

"Well how should I phrase it! Look miscommunications are the worst things to exist in any kind of relationship. If you don't talk you can't learn anything so just go out there and talk to her!"

Levi sighed rolling his eyes. His stomach boiling over with an unnecessary amount of heat.

"It's just not a good time. And this is a very delicate situation. Levi should act when he's ready."

"But-"

"Hange, we promised we'd help if he asked for it. Right now he's not asking."

With shaky fists Hange let out a screech that was practically inhumane, arms raised before her hands were coming down to scratch at her head in agitation.

"Fine whatever.." She finally agreed

Erwin reached over patting Levi's leg twice as he stood up. "We'll check in in a few hours if you don't come back downstairs, alright?"

It wasn't quite a question but Levi was still answering it with a nod. Erwin practically shoved a very disgruntled Hange out the door and it shut with a light click behind them.

And this would've been the kind of peace Levi had searched for since he'd been unceremoniously dragged on this godforsaken trip. But his brain was splattered with Y/N the image of Jean and her on the stairs replaying like a scratched record.

Levi turned over onto his back, placing his fists on his forehead. Teeth gritting as he tried and failed to calm his agitated nerves. That is until a couple knocks on the door shattered his immersion.

He turned his head in that direction. It definitely wasn't Hange or Erwin coming back. It wouldn't be so silent on the other end. Was it Y/N?

The next set of knocks were much harsher and now Levi was wrenching himself up from the bed, walking almost too fast to open the door and see-

Jean.

Jean leaning against the doorframe. Jean with his weird mullet. Tall Jean and his peach fuzz of a dammed beard.

"We need to talk." He said plainly and before Levi could ponder or execute a response Jean was pushing Levi inside shutting the door behind them.

Levi didn't speak just stared up as Jean stared back. Though Levi was surprised to see a lack of malice in his eyes.

Jean put a hand out from his crossed arms, pointing his index finger at Levi. "I know you like Y/N."

Levi felt his heart drop at her name. His pulse quickening and his blood pooling to his feet. "What?"

Jean looked Levi over again in that way Levi hated. It made his blood bubble over as if were in a pot that was close to overflowing. Like Levi was an insect Jean had stepped on but could easily flick off the bottom of his shoe.

Jean began again. "There's no point in pretending you don't. I can tell."

"And what? Did you come here to tell me to stay away?"

Jean shook his head, lips slightly curved as he spoke again. "I'm not that kind of man."

"Seems like you were before she dumped you."

A flicker of something being held back something almost violent rose in Jean's eyes but it was barely noticeable after a couple seconds a little forced chuckle falling off his lips.

"I wanted you to know.. that I want Y/N too. I love her and I want her back but I'm not gonna tell you not to pursue her. Whoever she picks is whoever she picks, now I don't know you personally but I'm hoping you're not the kind of guy to purposefully sabotage the competition." He paused stepping closer. Levi looked up to meet Jean's eyes with the same bright intensity.

"Cause then things actually will get heated."

"Why.. can't you just step aside and let her be happy with someone new?" It was a question Levi hadn't even meant to ask but before he knew it the words were out of his mouth.

Jean turned from where he'd already begun to leave. "I made a couple of mistakes while dating her. One was letting her go and two.... two was being a guy she couldn't feel safe around."

He stepped forward once more. "But I've been working to correct two, she finally feels safe around me again. I can't let her escape if I have a chance to do better. I know you probably have your own reasons for liking her."

"Y-yeah.."

Levi felt a pit begin to grow in his throat but he quickly swallowed it down. Nothing about Jean had given him even the slightest impression that he genuinely felt for Y/N..

"And now this probably sounds a bit.. commanding but don't tell anyone I came to talk to you. Connie has already started suspecting that we have some kind of beef and he's an idiot who can't keep secrets if he finds out about your feelings Y/N'll find out that same day."

With that said Levi nodded and Jean finally took his leave. Retreating while Levi stood alone at the cracked door, head pounding with protruding thoughts.

~~~~

Day three

When Levi finally came to it was pitch black in the room. His eyes strained open slowly forming a picture from pieces of darkness. A loud banging sounded not only from his chest but what he soon discovered was his room door.

With an angry grunt he slid out of bed, yanking the door so hard it slammed into the wall behind it.

"Damn someone's got bed head." Hange grinned

With a huff Levi was slamming the door forward again but unfortunately Erwin caught it and him and Hange quickly followed Levi back into the room.

"Come on Levi get up! We're going to the grocery store!" Hange yelled, jolting Levi back and forth with both hands.

"I told you he'd be asleep." Erwin said with a sigh and a small yawn. "We all should be asleep it's 1 am."

Fucking-" Levi turned over "One in the morning? Go fuck yourself please." He yanked one of the pillows from the head of the bed over his face.

Hange sighed, "I can't do it twice in one night. That's overkill."

Erwin pulled a face but chose to move past it. "Jean was in here earlier. Well.. yesterday. What did he say to you?"

"Wait! He was?!" Hange yelped

"How do you even know that?" Levi asked

"I saw him being weird in the halls and then I saw him enter your room so what did he say?"

"You're starting to become as annoying as Hange when it comes to gossip."

"What'd he say dammit!" Hange practically shouted.

A couple of soft knocks distracted them and they all turned. "Guys we're leaving in a couple minutes hurry and come downstairs." Y/N called

Hearing her voice no matter how many times set a flame in Levi's stomach with enough intensity to keep a neighborhood warm for the winter. Simultaneously coupling it with a frigid intensity akin to a blizzard that froze everything in the first place. An icy chill through his veins.

"Tell us!" Hange demanded

"I'm going right back to sleep so get out." Levi replied, tossing the pillow at Hange's head.

Erwin rolled his eyes. "Well, I guess Jean will get yet another chance to show you up."

Hange joined with a laugh. "Levi makes it so easy at this point."

Levi muttered a curse, quickly slipping his discarded jacket from earlier over his shoulders along with his coat, gloves, hat, scarf and a couple hand warmers slipped into his empty pockets. He reached for his phone adding the device to the list of things in his pocket.

"What the hell are we buying at 1am?"

Surprisingly the car ride had been quieter than Levi expected. Connie giving Jean directions, Sasha stuffing her face with who knows what, Hange and Moblit talking, Erwin listening to another podcast through his earbuds and Levi sat right next to Y/N.

They'd only talked briefly conversated thanks to Levi's impressively bad wording of things and his terrible stuttering which only seemed to get worse now that it was so late.

Jean had barely parked the car before Connie and Sasha pilied out with Hange behind them. Hange had only a thin hoodie on which was pretty irresponsible even for her.

"Where's your coat, Hange?" Moblit asked, slipping his coat off his shoulders.

"Huh?? Oh!" Hange immediately laughed "Must have left it back at the lodge."

Levi squinted at the two in the fairly darkened parking lot. Connie and Sasha had run up ahead and Moblit and Hange were talking amongst themselves. She was being weird even for her. Playfully nudging her shoulder with his and whipping her hair a lot.

"That's interesting." Y/N was surprisingly watching too. Her smile downright mischievous as she made eye contact with Levi. "What'd you think they're saying?"

"I-uh.."

"Ok, so they do have marshmallows here." Jean approached from behind forcing Levi's soul to ascend though he tried not to outwardly flinch.

"Oh good!" Y/N replied turning back to Levi. "We wanted to make s'mores. Or well Sasha had the idea and we all just agreed to it."

It was a split second. Almost unnoticeable the way it flashed away, Jean's eyes slightly darker with the way they flicked over to Levi past Y/N's shoulder.

"Oh you know what I also want!" She turned to Jean breaking the little gaze between them.

"Hmm?"

"Milk!"

"Don't worry, I'll pay so get some snacks while we're here." Jean replied, his hand came up to Y/N's lower back giving her a gentle pat. To Levi's own irritation she stepped a little closer in their stride.

"Sasha will definitely eat anything I get." She continued the conversation.

Jean shook his head. "Don't worry, I'll hide some in my room and you can come get them whenever you're hungry. Whether it's afternoon or midnight."

"You're so sweet."

In the bright light stretching over the dark ground Levi could see Erwin almost at the entrance to the store. Just narrowly avoiding Connie and Sasha speeding past. Sasha with her legs kicking up in the cart loudly whooping and Connie pushing the thing at an alarming speed through the automatic doors.

"Shit." Jean growled quickly running to catch the two.

Levi quickly caught up with Erwin almost pushing him aside as he joined his stride. Erwin threw a glance over his shoulder. "Ok Levi, I know you're not good at this yet but.. she's alone. Why don't you take the opportunity?"

Levi let out an irritated huff. "We have nothing to talk about."

"Excuses."

"Huh?"

"I didn't stutter Levi."

The two of them walked side by side. Levi with both his hands in his pockets and Erwin holding his phone in one hand, while the other pulled his headphones off his ears.

"Do you need anything here?" Erwin asked

"It'd be nice to get some beef.."

"Beef?"

"I want stew.." Levi responded with a small hum of weariness.

"Why don't you get beef stew in a can so you don't have to spend time cooking?"

"I like cooking."

Erwin threw his hands up in mock defeat. "Hey, did you see where Hange disappeared to?"

"Tch why would I be paying attention to that?"

Levi paused staring up at the top shelf before immediately making eye contact with Erwin. Erwin chuckled lowly, "What do you need?"

"Red wine."

"Oh wait I can get it for you." Y/N marched over. "Which brand?"

"W-well.. doesn't m-matter y-you pick." Levi inwardly groaned, kicking his foot back and forth.

Erwin gave a quick thumbs up that Y/N fortunately couldn't see before rushing off. Levi stood up straighter as Y/N handed him the bottle.

She let out a playful exhale. "Phew, Levi I didn't know you drink." She pointed to it. "Try not to get too tipsy it'd suck if you didn't remember how much fun you had on this trip."

"N.." Levi looked down at the bottle suddenly very conscious of his sweaty palms. "No, n-no I don't.. well.. it's for stew."

Y/N immediately nodded. "Sorry to assume." She smiled her own cheeks beginning to look flushed. Or maybe it was just Levi being hopeful. "Maybe we should go get a basket? Cause I don't think we're gonna see Connie and the cart till after we check out."

"Ok.."

Levi was glad to feel the overly anxious sparks dying down. The basket about semi full. For whatever reason no matter what aisle they went down it was just the two of them in this big store. And as much as Levi definitely should've felt more concern he was also half hoping everyone had left them.

"Should we go look for everyone?"

No.

Y/N pointed down another empty aisle with her thumb. She pulled out her phone, scrolling over the screen. "I mean, Jean, Sasha or Connie would've definitely called me before leaving the store so I doubt they did." She brushed a thumb over her lips.

"I'm sure they're fine.." Levi replied, though he was a bit concerned that she hadn't heard him when she didn't reply for about a minute.

"Oh! Milk that's what else I came for!" She said, pushing her phone back into her pocket. "Do you need anything else?"

Levi stared into the basket, pushing aside and removing one item to look under. "No."

"By the way when that beef stew is ready you'll let me taste right?"

Levi could only nod and then be quickly led through a couple more aisles quickly turning into the dairy section. It was noticeably colder here. Tubs filled with frozen pizza lining the center of the aisles with big fridges against the walls.

Y/N quickly grabbed the milk holding it against her chest. "Ok, now we can go find the others." She chuckled

Levi quickly grabbed the milk from her grasp, placing it in the basket. "What a gentleman." She said, her remark innocent as it may have been caused heat to flow through Levi's body like he'd been stuffed in a furnace.

"Oh.." She stopped

"Huh?"

"This song! Oh! Come here Levi!"

Levi hadn't once paid attention to the music since they'd walked into the store. He didn't think he ever did but now that he was listening he immediately recognized it, though from where he had no clue? It sounded slow, not too slow to the point where it was boring but gentle and easy going almost.

"This is my favorite song! Come here."

"Wh-what're you?" His stupid voice cracked as Y/N pulled him in closer.

"Do you know how to dance?" Her breath flushed over Levi's cheeks. Sweet like sugar cookies was the first thought in Levi's mind.

"N-no."

"I need you to dance with me here though." She almost whined in her mild neediness. "Hmm I'll teach you."

Her fingers sifted perfectly into Levi's right hand. Other arm snaking its way under Levi's left arm to place his hand on her waist. And if he could catch fire and melt into the floor he probably would've by now.

"Follow my lead." Her voice was calm and soft. "Just shift your weight between your feet."

And Levi tried his best but he was stepping on her feet within the first minute. Surprisingly though she just giggled. "Don't move your feet ok. We can go the easy route."

Her arm outstretched itself on Levi's back, hands squeezing his as they swayed and rocked gently to the music blasting over the speakers.

"Much better right?"

Their bodies were pressed into each other like a perfect mold. Puzzle pieces slotting together in a empty dairy aisle at too early of an hour. This was the first time Levi was really able to look into her eyes. The color dazzling in an almost blinding way but he didn't look away.

No matter how scared that gaze made him feel it was in a good way. It was a perfect, warm, dangerous and relaxing combination.

The smile on her face had gradually faded but she kept her softened features. Lips slightly parted as the two of them continued to sway. She leaned in almost impossibly closer and Levi's heart was banging on his rib cage.

"Here comes the dip." She let out a breathy giggle as she slowly dipped Levi back. His hair flopping back from his face, everything turned upside down for just a few seconds before he was getting lifted close again. Right back into her arms.

So close. So perfect..

"You're such a fast learner." She said, continuing to rock him.

He kept up with the pace. Uttering a small thank you. He wanted to compliment her back but his brain refused to give him the words to do so and his throat refused him the saliva neccessary to make proper conversation.

"At some point we have to try this again, you know during a normal hour and in a different place."

"Y-yeah.."

The two of them once again fell silent and when the music stopped they were still standing together. Minus the hip swaying and the gentle dip. It was just..

It was almost quiet. Every noise that had once filled the supermarket seemed to leave along with Levi's fears. All of it exiting his body at once. He was standing here, holding the girl he liked in his arms, partially in her arms with their fingers intertwined.

Which.. speaking of intertwined fingers she was currently tugging at his. Their arms came down together and Levi let out a strained breath he hadn't even realized he'd held in.

"Levi.. I think I should tell you something."

Her face fell stern almost and Levi watched the quick movement of her throat as she swallowed.

"So.. in the store huh?"

"Huh!" Y/N stood taller, ripping herself unceremoniously from Levi. "Jean!" She chuckled nervously.

Jean let out his own little chuckle. "I know I never used to dance with you in the store. Glad you've got someone who would."

Y/N's eyes looked ready to pop from her skull and roll off. "I-I uh.. Jean it's.."

"Come, Connie and the others are already at checkout.

Y/N turned back to look at Levi as she quickly walked to follow Jean. And Levi could hear his teeth groan under the slight grit he administered. He yanked the basket up almost too fast storming after them with a grunt.

Jean had managed to cut the time to the line down by cutting across the aisles. That and he wasn't walking ridiculously slow with Y/N like some kind of old married couple.. Now that the image was place Levi actually began to wonder if that was how they looked together..

"Oi, how many times do I have to tell you to get out of the cart?" Jean asked as they finally joined everyone.

Sasha was a giggling mess inside the cart as Connie "unintentionally" tickled her stomach as he worked to remove items and place them on the conveyer belt.

"She can't right now or she'll crush some of the stuff." Connie replied

"She shouldn't have climbed in, in the first place." Y/N chimed in. "You know the way Connie pushes this thing is a hazard."

Sasha just let her head fall back in a fit of laughter as if that were the funniest thing she'd heard all year.

Y/N sighed quickly moving to help Connie as Jean moved past the three of them to the register.

"So how'd it go?" Erwin asked with a nudge as Levi lifted the basket up onto the edge of the conveyer belt.

"Jean interrupted us again."

"He's persistent." Erwin acknowledged "But then again I don't even know if he has to try, she seems kinda drawn to him on her own."

Levi watched as Jean and Y/N playfully fussed over the food sliding its way towards them. Their barely audible conversation including small remarks about the price and how they had definitely gone over the amount they had wanted to pay but Jean didn't let up.

"By the way where's Hange? And Moblit? I haven't seen them since we entered the store.."

Y/N was grabbing Jean's shoulder slightly rougher at this point her eyes rolling, teeth gritting together but she couldn't hide her smile. And Jean was still doing that thing that made Levi wanna shove him into on coming traffic.

His hand rested splayed on Y/N's lower back. And Levi had missed most of the conversation as it droned on lowly under the music blasting through empty aisles but this part actually struck him.

"You guys make a cute couple." The woman behind the counter laughed.

"See? She thinks we're cute." Jean took the opportunity as if it'd flung itself into his arms. Problem was it had. He pressed Y/N closer to him.

Though.. oddly enough Y/N only grinned, patting Jean's chest as he spoke with the cashier. Though.. her eyes trailed away and her smile was quickly fading. And Levi could see an opening.

He was moving faster than his brain could access the situation. "Y/N, I'll buy your milk for you." He managed, honestly proud of himself.

"Oh that's yours?" Jean asked suddenly snapped out from the conversation he'd been engrossed in. "It's cool Levi I got it."

"You've got everything else, let me." Levi replied

All the other groceries had already been piled at the end of the conveyer belt and Connie and Sasha were stuffing it back into the cart. Completely unaware of the current stare down that was happening right in front of them.

"Levi, I insist it's cool I have enough money." Jean retorted

"I already said I'd pay for it."

"You have your own groceries let me worry about the milk."

At this point Jean reached over but Levi was quicker snatching the milk off his basket and holding it to his chest like a newborn baby.

"Jean, just let him pay.." Y/N said

"I had already said I'd pay for you."

"Don't start this right now. Just let him pay for it so we can go."

At some point Moblit and Hange had rejoined the group and everyone was staring at the scene before them. Connie and Sasha with their hands deep in the chips Jean had paid for eyes wide with attention. Levi just looking to Y/N who was shaking her leg, arms crossed and hand on her forehead.

The cashier returned Jean's card and he almost snatched it away. "I'll pull the car up." He simply said

Y/N squeezed the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger and everyone stared in awe, Jean's figure retreating to the parking lot as Levi slowly placed his own basket of food onto the conveyer belt.

He felt Erwin brush a hand over his shoulder before giving him a look. He approached Y/N as if she were a rabid dog on a leash. His fingers clenching as he inched his hand closer until it was rubbing her arm.

His gaze fell away, "A-are you.. ok?"

Her lips twitched at the corners and she returned Levi's affectionate grasp. Squeezing his shoulder with one hand. "Don't worry too much about me." She replied

Though the statement didn't help at all.

The walk to the car was surprisingly slow and awkwardly silent. Connie pushing Sasha along as she practically inhaled another bag of chips. Hange and Moblit matching pace with each other with barely enough space between them to fit a piece of paper from the look of it. And Erwin back on his phone.

"Thanks." Y/N said suddenly and Levi stared up at her in confusion. She glanced over and a small huff of a laugh fell from her lips. "Dancing with me." She elaborated

"O-oh! No problem.."

When they got to the car Levi held the door open for Y/N and she slid inside with a smile patting the seat next to her. Which Levi quickly took. The rest of the seats filled in fast with Connie being the last one in after he'd shoved the food into the back.

"Buckle up." Jean grunted, he snuck a gaze into the rearview mirror that Levi almost smirked at.

Y/N's little yawn didn't go unnoticed and it was even harder not to notice the way she leaned into Levi's shoulder. Her hair tickling his skin and making the entire car impossibly hotter.

"I hope you don't mind." She muttered so only Levi could hear. "I just find you kind of comforting."

(Hey Siri, play Sweet by Cigarettes after sex)

#attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan imagine #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #levi #levi x reader #levi imagine #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman imagine #hanji zoe #x reader #reader

[kaminobiwan]

inhibition

pairing: obi-wan kenobi  x  jedi!reader

summary: Fluff. Sap. Domesticity with a little bit of plot sprinkled in. Dash of sa(n)d, but that's to be expected at this point. It’s Tatooine, y’all.

a/n: Having not read Kenobi yet I actually have no idea how Obi-Wan’s demeanor is towards young Luke, but it’s fic so who cares. They get FAMILY VIBES

This one got away from me. Positively wrenched out of my grip and flew away, leading to the longest fic I’ve ever written, but I think the end result is so worth it. Requested by @snips-n-skyguy0501 and an anon that wanted breakfast in bed and forehead kisses — I hope your foot feels better, Sam! (Taglist)

In the slick of the heat of Tatooine, there isn’t much you could really do but sleep it off.

Even with tiny windows, the determined rays of the planet’s twin suns never failed to make their way into the small compound that had served as your sanctuary for the better part of the past half decade. You can feel the warmth of the dawn seeping in, lingering on your features, but you’re not ready to come back to the living just yet.

It’s not usually that you lay in bed for more than a couple hours past sunrise, but given the past few days, you definitely deserved it — repeated visits to the Lars homestead had acquainted you with some of their regular customers, other families that lived in the Great Chott. With Obi-Wan being the least inclined out of the pair of you to interact with anyone not in immediate danger (“saving his sociability for you,” as he called it), you’d been the one to volunteer some of your talents when you could in exchange for food or parts. This week had seen a favor to one of the couples that bought water from Owen and Beru, with you helping to repair a lower-end vaporizer that had seen shinier days.

The trips across the salt flat had inflicted more of a beating on your feet than normal, and your shoes hadn’t been enough to protect you from the coarse desert floor. You’d come home the night before looking worse for wear, left hand rubbed raw from tinkering and right foot split open by an unforgiving blister, but Obi-Wan had patched you up without hesitation and insisted that you let him wrestle your weary bones to bed.

Now, your lover lays ever-present at your back, but judging by the heavy unmoving arm strewn across you, he’s not fully up either.

Without raising your eyelids, you turn in his grasp, the weight upon you comforting despite the swelter. You hear Obi-Wan mutter something incoherent, but you pay it no mind as you crane your neck slightly in search of his face. Lips meet a bearded chin first, and a hum escapes him, louder now. Still determined in reaching your goal, you stretch, limbs awakening, but mind lagging as it tries to shake free of the clutches of slumber.

It’s a race to consciousness as Obi-Wan starts to stir as well, evidently joining you in your quest for a kiss, and finally, after a few minutes more of half-asleep fumbling, it happens — mouths moulding together blissfully, weak and sweaty from the blazing heat, but your heart flutters at the taste of him.

When you open your eyes, a blue gaze is waiting. Obi-Wan smiles at the way your noses touch, unwilling to separate much from your embrace.

“Good morning.”

You yawn before responding, jerking as Obi-Wan juts an evil finger in your side midway. You’re not sentient enough to shoot him a half-hearted glare, so instead, you mumble it back and accidentally smack him in the face as you move to rise. 

He stops you before you can, chin hooking onto your nearest shoulder and tugging down, and you slump back to the sheets with a subdued giggle. “Feeling better?”

“Much,” you reply, and he nods, obviously pleased. “I have you to thank for that.”

He mouths at the skin behind your ear, only half-listening, but still fully fixated on you. You wonder if you’ll ever completely get used to his unbridled affection, even after more than five years living together in isolation, free to feel and show your love blatantly and unapologetically.

Not without a price that had been paid, but it was soul-healing love regardless.

“The Marstraps and their garden are doing well,” you comment absently, more to fill the silence as he lavishes you in physical worship than anything. “Maybe we should get into hydroponics.”

A sound of indifference.

“Did you know they have a daughter?” At that, Obi-Wan stills, face buried in your hair. You think his hand twitches at your abdomen, but in your groggy state, you can’t be completely sure. He never seems to know what to say when you talk of such things. Not then, not now. 

It’s not like you mean to imply anything by bringing it up, really. It’s more of...a gauge, of sorts. You’re probing. You’re not even sure why.

“Her name is Camie. She’s very sweet.”

Obi-Wan lifts his head lethargically, looking like he wants to utter a thousand words and nothing all at once. This time, he really does grip your hip, thumb grazing your ribcage thoughtfully, but you take it upon yourself to change the subject before things get too complicated.

“What time is it?”

“Still early,” he rumbles, and the gravelly tone sends satisfying vibrations to where your torsos are pressed against each other. “You’ll be able to get a couple more hours of rest.”

“Hmm.” His words trigger your body to succumb to the drowsiness you hadn’t quite gotten rid of, and your eyes droop contentedly again. “Will you be joining me?” 

Obi-Wan slips his other arm from underneath your neck, languidly sweeping over your form and nudging your temple fondly with his nose. “Unfortunately, no,” he murmurs into your hair, “but I think you’ll appreciate why.”

Your eyebrow lifts at the cryptic line, but you’re already falling back asleep as he lifts himself fully from you, and you give into the tiredness as his footsteps fade from your hearing.

———

Moments later — you’re not sure if he’s made good on his promise of extra hours — you feel the pressure of puckered lips against your eyelids, the scratch of his beard poking the thin skin around your eyes as you arise for the second time. This time, however, the enticing smell of food invades your senses, and you realize with a start that it’s not the boiled mealgrain that you usually have in the morning.

“Is that — ?” You shift in bed, reclining upon the headrest, but not yet sitting upright. You’re wide awake now, blinking alertly to find the source of the delectable aroma.

“Iktotch toast,” Obi-Wan announces proudly, setting a tray stacked with plates of steaming food on the table beside your shared bed. “And my attempt at a gartro omelet. Though, I couldn’t get all the necessary ingredients.” He sits on the edge, hand finding your blanketed shin and caressing it like second nature. “Just a fair warning.”

The thin sheet falls to your stomach as you twist to get a good look at his cooking, and you’re rewarded with the sight of brightly colored eggs and buttered bread topped with carbosyrup. Compared to the monochromatic meals you’ve come to expect day to day, it’s a welcome change.

In your excitement, you forget about the abrasions from yesterday, the still-raw skin of your palm screaming out in protest when you try to prop yourself up. Obi-Wan spots the small wince, and reaches for you as you cradle your stinging hand to your chest. “Better doesn’t mean good, apparently.” There’s a teasing to his locution, if only because he knows you too well. You don’t want to make a fuss out of it. You’re bested, anyhow, when he squeezes the blistered foot and you yelp. “Here, too. It still hurts? Shall I redress the wounds?”

A shake of your head precedes your response, as you assure him, “No, there’s no need. Truly.” Still, he’s adamant on being of more assistance, and it seems today is a good day. He’s happy, playful, even — it’s instants like these where you catch a glimpse of a different man, the echo of an old friend.

“Anything I can do to ease the pain?” Obi-Wan smirks, but it’s free of sarcasm as he leans above you, his hair falling in his eyes. It’s grown longer now, not quite the lion’s mane of a mullet he’d sported so many years ago, but unrulier than the clean-cropped cut that he’d had during his last years on Coruscant.

Another life. 

Though, you suppose, the rugged desert look is growing on you.

“A kiss on the bandage, maybe,” you quip, just as light-hearted, basking in the mood — what a rarity, nowadays, but always because of each other. “Perhaps it’ll help it heal faster.”

Obi-Wan scoots downwards, ruffling the sheets and uncovering more of your pajama-clad figure to the world, and grabs for your toes —

“Not there! I meant the hand,” you cry, just short of a laugh. “Were you really about to kiss the bottom of my foot?”

He joins in your amusement, chuckling as he traces his way back up to you with light kisses that begin at your legs. One on the knee, then on your navel, and right under your breast — the tease. His hands follow hotly along the trail his mouth leaves, yet it’s a heat you’re all too willing to endure. “Darling, you’d know I’d kiss you anywhere,” he says, grin honest and eager, and you smile suggestively at him from your place upon the pillows.

The moment turns soft, though, when he takes your injured hand, touching his lips to the pads of your fingers, completely avoiding the wrappings. Instead, he marks the exposed skin peeking from the bandages, leaving warm touches where he can reach. You let him make his way up your arm, relaxing the muscle and leaving it pliant in his hold, and these kisses are tender, sincere, adoring.

His lips brush the inside of your elbow, and you catch his gaze then, eyes serious and lacking the mirth of before. He beams, nevertheless, and it takes another four pecks up your shoulder, collarbone, and neck until he finally reaches your mouth. Your lips connect in a quiet climax, tension releasing and hushed sighs escaping the both of you as hands find cheeks and jaws to hold. His beard is longer, too, and a subtle drag of your fingers along his scruff doesn’t go unnoticed as he groans into the kiss.

Sluggishly, as if he’s struggling against the pull of quicksand, Obi-Wan pulls away, your digits still tangled in his auburn locks. “Eat,” he murmurs, placing one last kiss on your bare palm. As he places the tray in your lap, you sit up properly, kicking the last of the covers aside. “Company is coming.”

———

Company was actually more of a child-sitting gig, with the Lars traveling to Anchorhead and reluctant to let their nephew tag along just yet. The four of you had all agreed it was best to shelter the boy until you and Obi-Wan had gotten better at shielding the signatures of three Force-sensitives, and while you were quickly growing used to the strain of the constant use of the Force, there wasn’t a need for unnecessary ventures outside of the community when Luke could just stay with you and Obi-Wan.

On the other hand, if you asked Obi-Wan, he didn’t see why a trip to Tosche Station couldn’t wait until next week, seeing as how you couldn’t walk much without pain. Luke would undoubtedly aggravate the blister when he begged you to play.

But you hadn’t asked Obi-Wan, you dutifully reminded him throughout his musings over the food, unconcerned at the prospect. Breakfast had been as delicious as it had smelled — your taste buds had been assaulted with the flavor, but it had been a gratuitous ordeal that had reminded you of a bustling diner and the toothy grin of a Besalisk. “Just missing the powdered Christophsian sugar,” you’d praised, and he’d barely hidden his glowing simper as he cleared the dishes. You know his apprehension at looking after Luke today is more out of concern for you, rather than lack of willingness.

Just as there were good and bad days of disposition, Obi-Wan’s interactions with his old student’s son were varying. Some visits were joy-filled and vibrant with childish merriment, at the mercy of Luke’s wild imagination, but it wasn’t uncommon for Obi-Wan to retreat to your bed, floored by the striking resemblance the boy had to his father, the memories he tried so hard to forget rushing back in a dark cloud of resignation. Luke was under the impression that his favorite playmate suffered from intermittent cases of sand-fever, trusting enough to believe the excuse. Though he loved you just as much, it was Obi-Wan that Luke idolized the most, and you couldn’t at all blame him for feeling disappointed when Obi-Wan was too unsteady to come out and say hello.

But today, the promise of a happy afternoon rang throughout the air, and you allowed yourself the indulgence of looking forward to the rest of the day. At five years old, Luke was an adoring child, innocent in ways you’d never been able to see, not even with Anakin. He reminded you of a fresh snowbank, ironic as it was, pristine and untouched by the world. Your heart ached to keep it that way.

Luke launches himself at you as expected when he arrives, Owen being kind enough to deliver him instead of letting Obi-Wan make the ride over. Just as well, too — after the doting attentiveness of the morning, you didn’t want to stray too far from Obi-Wan’s side. The former Jedi catches the boy in midair, strong arms wrapping around his tiny frame and swinging him away from you to save you from exacerbating your wounds, and Luke screeches in hysterics as he’s tossed in a wide circle. He attacks Obi-Wan with energetic pokes when he’s finally set down, the older man letting out a surprised oof when he’s headbutted rather hard in the stomach. You muffle a guffaw in your elbow as Obi-Wan shoots you an accusatory scowl, massaging his middle as he assures Owen he’ll return his nephew in one piece. The farmer thanks you both, leaving without a second glance, and Obi-Wan is whisked away by the young Skywalker to entertain his latest fascination with womp rats.

———

They return before dusk, smelling like sweat and death, acrid scents practically steaming off of their robes. You cover your nose as Obi-Wan staggers in through the side door, steadying a chittering Luke as he trips over the trapdoor to the cellar. “Target practice,” Obi-Wan explains, somewhat apologetically. “His aim needs some work.”

“I blew a rat’s head off!” Luke declares boastfully, and cackles while running a victory circle around the kitchen. “It just exploded!”

You turn aghast to Obi-Wan, who ushers the boy into the refresher and instructs him to wash up. As Luke rinses off the trace of the outdoors, you stop Obi-Wan before he can come any closer. You can almost taste the sour aroma that wafts off of your husband. “Don’t tell me he means an actual womp rat. They’re twice his size. If you’re letting him near those predators, Obi-Wan, I’m going to —”

“Relax!” Obi-Wan exclaims defensively, palms raised as if to shield him from your wrath. “It was just a profogg. And we weren’t hunting in the beginning, just setting stink capsules near the hut. Poor thing got too close when we set it off and its friends decided they wanted revenge.”

The clarification does little to placate you, the knowledge that it’s most likely rodent guts contributing to the fumes only further motivating you to stay at a distance. But Obi-Wan has other plans, and a mischievous expression takes over his features as he runs at you, grabbing for your face as you squeal. “Disgusting! Obi-Wan!”

“Not even a peck for your one true love?” He asks, and you bat his hands away. “I was willing to kiss your foot this morning.”

“But you didn’t,” you remark impishly, holding in bubbling laughter. “I’m not kissing you while you smell like an eopie’s ass.”

“Language.” He seizes your wrists as you squirm, though your spirits are still high. You arch backwards, grappling to escape. “Luke might be listening.”

You catch your breath without inhaling in his direction, but it fails when you descend into snickering when a small voice protests, “No I’m not!”

“Go.” While he’s distracted, you push Obi-Wan towards Luke in the refresher, hard. “It’s time for a trim. I think you have profogg gunk in your beard.”

He stumbles back, too late to stop your words from being heard, and Luke yells, “You told me it was a womp rat!”

Another bout of laughter arises in your throat, and Obi-Wan fixes you with a withering glare you’re too perceptive to fall for. “Thanks,” he grumbles, none too grateful, and disappears into the sink.

———

“Careful of your fingers — you don’t want to cut yourself.”

After the bits of wildlife had been safely discarded down the drain and the boys had changed into fresh clothes, you watch as Obi-Wan guides Luke’s wobbly hands down his own stubbled throat. The sight of the shaving cream that covers most of Obi-Wan’s face is priceless, but you opt for appreciation rather than humour as the touching moment transpires.

“Better to cut me than you, but let’s aim for no one, alright?” Luke nods, tongue poking out in concentration as he shucks off more hair from Obi-Wan’s chin. He’s holding the razor with both hands, standing on a stool while Obi-Wan kneels to stay within reach. “Firmly, but with precision. Very graceful.”

Luke’s hyperactivity is nowhere to be found, and you admire his focus. Maybe you should have him shave your husband more often. Both the Lars and you would certainly benefit from the resulting tranquility.

But, no — you’d miss the beard too much.

“Done!” Luke leans back and throws his fists up in delight. Obi-Wan is quick to snatch up the tool to avoid any accidents, and places it back in its compartment as he turns to the boy overflowing with pride.

“Let’s check, shall we?” He rises from his knees with a low grunt and the pop of his joints — one you don’t miss, but refrain from pointing out. For a second, all you see is the back of Obi-Wan’s head as he washes away the lather, then it’s the dismayed twist of his mouth as the uneven patches of missed hair gleam in the mirror.

Luke bounces up and down, making an effort in vain to assess his work. Obi-Wan quickly readjusts his features as you hide your face, silently shaking with amusement. “Did I do okay?”

Obi-Wan squints down at him warmly, brushing the boy’s bangs out of the way. “Yes, An — Luke, you did.” Luke cheers underneath the large hand on his crown. “You did splendidly.”

In a flurry of shouts and whoops, Luke ducks out of Obi-Wan’s arm and exits the refresher, unaware of the almost-slip, but you freeze, more shocked than you have been in months. Years. Obi-Wan’s never done that before.

He meets your wide eyed stare in the mirror, all remains of Luke’s comical shaving job gone, neither of you able to verbalize exactly what you’re feeling.

But eventually, the impact of his blunder fades, and you break free from the fog of your stupefaction.

Your bandaged hand finds his shoulder, soaking up the droplets from his shower, and rubs consolingly, back and forth. You hope it conveys all that words can’t say. A pang strikes you as Obi-Wan lets out a trembling exhale, the unfinished name falling away to the empty room, and you resist the impulse to crush him into a hug.

He needs space.

The watery eyes you expect to see are dry in seconds, and all is well again.

———

You look on as Obi-Wan props Luke’s tuckered form into Beru’s waiting arms, meeting her gaze with a gentle understanding. She secures him into the passenger seat as she mounts the landspeeder slowly, seemingly sensing the hesitance radiating from two of you, uready to let the day end. When they finally depart, Obi-Wan watches them leave from the entrance of the dwelling.

“It’s alright to love him, you know.” You approach him once Beru and Luke are barely a speck on the horizon. You come up to latch around his chest, tiptoeing to kiss his back. “It’s okay to be attached.”

He shifts, rotating so that his back is to the wall after he’s sealed off the door. His own arms raise to encircle you, and you lean your cheek against his bicep before he plants a kiss to your forehead. It spells devotion as you sink further into him, muted ardor enveloping you both. “I know.”

“Do you?” Your voice is quiet to preserve the shroud of calm. “I worry you’re holding back, and you don’t have to. Not here.” Another kiss to his skin. “Not anymore.”

You feel the deep inhale more than you hear it, and his breathing soothes you more than you ever thought possible. It’s proof he’s here, real in your grip. You have each other. “I’m not,” he promises, lips stuck to your hairline. “Though you should know, my heart is reserved for you.”

That brings a laugh out of you, tinkling and bright. You clutch him tighter, warmth swelling inside you in spite of the cooling air of the evening. “You have room for Luke in there.”

Obi-Wan examines you closely, pausing only for a second before he speaks again. “Perhaps more than just him.”

And there it is, the admission you’ve always been curious for yet never wanted to ask. Your breath hitches — only a tad, but you know he picks up on it, and you peer at him cautiously. It’s a conversation you’ve avoided so many times before. 

Admittedly, today was the perfect day as any to prime the subject. You’ve never been sure whether Luke has assured Obi-Wan that he wants nothing to do with parenthood or if it inspires a desire to have a son of his own.

It’s not revisited until you’re crawling back into bed, back to his bare chest, and the ghosting touch of his hand smoothing down your front draws your attention away from the sensation of his body enfolding around yours. He’s trying to be discreet, you can tell.

“Practicing?” You whisper, with only a hint of knowing so as not to scare him off. There’s no need, you realize, when you feel his mouth twist into a lopsided smile against your nape and his fingers spread unabashedly across your stomach.

“Perhaps,” he repeats, and it’s enough.

#rini writes #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi imagine #SORRY FOR THE WAITTTT LOL SHE'S HERE #I almost named this one 'tales of tatooine' as in 'tales of ba sing se' but I decided not to lmao #this one came out of nowhere tho all the ideas just flew out #as always I hope you like my loves #<3

[jeffchats]

Live Recap.

- Doesn’t really get into the situation about Cody, points out he has a mental illness so what did Ethan expect when he made jokes about him.

- Won’t be going on H3 because Jeff doesn’t think their comedy/sense of humor meshes well. Jeff says he likes some of the crew though.

- Says it’s hard for him to get serious or emotional because he uses jokes to cope.

- He is spending time healing and relaxing this week, going to Las Vegas this weekend for a fight without the posse. Vince and Jeff are cool. Seban is going with him to Vegas.

- Doesn’t want to get into David things because of emotions and friends that are involved. He received messages from people he talks to and says they want to stay out of it which he understands. A lot of the chat is asking about the drama but he doesn’t want to get into it and put focus on that.

- He is willing to lose weight to fight David.

- He is hesitant to talk because a lot of rats in the live that are ripping the lives.

- Mom called to talk about how much she loves Mariah.

- He’s trying to get Tana on the podcast.

- Nerf is good, Oscar makes a brief appearance. Kyle and Ryan are on there. (I really enjoy Ryan, lol.) Ryan moved back to LA. Ryan needs to work off the ATV he messed up in Utah and cost Jeff $4,000. He’s working for Jeff apparently to pay it off, lol. Jeff wants to make it clear Ryan didn’t replace Steven (Steven is considered talent, Ryan will be cleaning after dog, cleaning toilets, and organizing Jeff’s writing, he’s getting paid to hang out with Jeff).

- Oscar has Botox lmao. Nev is older than Jeff. Someone said no more 20 year olds HAHAH.

- Nerf is Jeff’s ashtray (Euphoria analogy.)

- He wants Kyle to get a beard and six pack, lol. Ryan thinks Kyle is Rue. Jeff gets annoyed (jokingly I think) and tells Ryan to use the filter to figure out what Euphoria character he is, lol. Jeff got Casey. Oscar got Nate.

- Cody won’t be brought on lives or emotional stuff.

- Someone asks if there will be black guest on the pod and he says yeah but he doesn’t think it’s necessary to separate and do it that way. He wants KSI, 50 cent, Kanye, Joe joe but he has sickle cell so he’s in and out in the hospital,

- Everyone on his team owes Jeff money. Kyle got an exotic animal, lol.

- He hopes to pass on generational wealth to his kids and genetically he has good vision.

- Hardest chapter in his life is being in an LA jail cause it sucked.

- Most embarrassing moment with a girl is the first time a girl told him she liked him and he said but I have a giant head. Ryan almost shit his pants with his ex-girlfriend in the car.

- He hasn’t slid in DMs in years according to but he prefers his DM’s get slid into.

- Favorite member of the gang is Cody cause he’s a wildcard and he doesn’t give a fuck. When H3 was like do I need to file a police report and Jeff said let me text Cody but Jeff stops because he can’t put it in or say anything cause of the rats even though he seems like he wants to.

- He doesn’t sleep with socks on and Kyle says his room is hot in there.

- They’re working on a future documentary now that may have uncut footage but it’s in the works.

- Talked about making a burner Patreon

- Crewnecks are not in production yet and Jeff wears the sample ones they got.

- Jeff has his week pretty much planned out but he’s been at the doctors a lot this week.

- He says Kanye is cringe because he got a Kim K look alike. He does the uncut gems thing, lmao.

- Jeff said they’ll go to family Europe trip when the war settles down (he’s referring to Ukraine). I’m praying for Ukraine 🙏!

- Talks about draft requirements. Talks about going to shooting range.

- Sal has his jaw wired shut but he’s out of hospital and they plan to visit him soon.

- Jeff doesn’t have a big head and it’s normal sized. He didn’t know as a kid because his siblings made fun of him, lol.

- Says mullet is a part of him now.

- Sends congrats to Trisha about her baby and pregnancy.

- Lots going up after the live according to Kyle. It’s been a tough month with surgery and beefs going on. There’s more stuff coming up in March. The lives are his favorite thing to do.

- Lives aren’t going to be ruined forever.

- Jeff tells Kyle not to read everything out loud cause he’ll end up on ENews (Kyle reads something about Trisha squirting??)

- Jeff loves the support despite the couple of rats so they were careful this time around but they’ll go back to regular programming.

- Next vlog has some juicy stuff.

- Reads a mention about some rumor and clarifies that Jeff told Ethan he won’t be going on. “Ethan made fun of a guy with a disability and that’s what happens and I know can’t control everyone. I’m surprised no one has done that to him before because he talks about a lot of people.”

- Wants to people to send in video suggestions for podcast. 

- No more fake dating with Tana lol

- Jeff says Converse and Vans are the same realm to him or the same thing to him. He prefers Nikes.

- Someone asks about if they should let people know they got a hair transplant and he says it depends. He says there’s two options he caan lie about it and cover it up or talk about and potentially help people (what Zane did with his hair and what he did with his eye journey).

- Says they’ll probably be back in a week for another live. He loves all of us.

Side note: Oscar looks nice with his hair shorter LMAO

[linskywords]

Okay I love this so much? Have to say, either could be a beast, but consider, early modern era (2014/15 era Jonny & pat) the mullet, the beards, the general hair situation? Pat the beast. But then Jonny with mutton chops? Okay Jonny the beast. But Jonny the confident handsome widely beloved but too stubborn for his own good to the detriment of his own (and possibly others) health? Clinging to the idealised expected version of himself? What if he's Gaston, and he's come to save Erica/Jackie/Jessica (his would be wife????) from the beast? Only to find out, he's not a beast, he's their brother? OR he is a beast, and pat is teaming up with Gaston to rescue them, only to eventually come around to realising they are ~happy~ and that's all he can hope for, and if they can love a beast, then maybe pat can realize/accept a couple of things about himself, and maybe Jonny can help him with that. (Cue dramatic twist where it turns out jonnys brother is the beast, and he's been dead set on not letting anyone near him, convinced if he was near a women the townspeople would panic with pitchforks and torches etc, and has clung to this role at the centre of town to the erasure of all else, in a bid to stay in front of whatever might happen to his brother, so he can protect him? Even if for all other intents he hates who he's become? (And then the Kane sisters break the curse (romance or not? You decide) and Jonny and pat go off on adventures teaching each other how to be happy together, luxuriating in the romance of it and learning to live beyond fear 🙃)

JONNY AS GASTON OMG the fractured fairy taleness of it!! You're blowing my mind, anon. Jonny is very determined to be the best he can be and that means being a hero, obviously, and rescuing the girl who's stuck with this horrible beast in the forest. But it turns out the girl is there because her stupid brother got himself cursed, and no, she doesn't want Jonny to kill him, actually, that would NOT be helpful. But she does want to go travel the world and live her life, and hey, if he's such a hero, maybe he can stay with her stupid brother? And Jonny selflessly agrees, of course, because a true hero always does what a beautiful maiden asks him to do. Probably she'll come back and marry him and all will be right and proper. Except then he starts getting to know the beast, and maybe the beast's sister is not the one he wants to end up with...

#beauty and the beast #truly there is so much potential here #1988 #patrick kane #jonathan toews #hockey rpf

[prettyponyblog]

(good luck with your surgery first of all) and second heres a list pick whichever ones you wanna do :3 1. pinkie pie 2. Moondancer 3. princess luna 4. Cheerilee and/or 5. Lightning Dust!

Pinkie Pie

Sexuality Headcanon: pan, i mean cmon look at her colour palette

Gender Headcanon: def fem-aligned but i do get agender/nonbinary vibes from her

A ship I have with said character: i mean applepie is adorable and is my go-to pinkie ship but for a few others i have!! cheesepie are honestly so cute in the comics i can totally be down with that i mean ‘our laughs are better together’?? comon thats cute as hell. uhh another one i found myself liking was sombrapie?? v v cute aaand i also like twipie, flutterpie, sugarpie and partypie!! those are some off the top of my head lol

A BROTP I have with said character: oh for sure show cheesiepie- they work great as friends on the show just not so much romance imo. pinkie and any of her sisters is also *chefs kiss*

A NOTP I have with said character: hmnnnnn, not any i can think of atm!

A random headcanon: okay okay bear with me on this one- its a bit off the walls. i think because of the amount of chaos magic pinkie has absorbed over the years (which i also hc to be the cause of her pinkie-ness somewhat) she has some form of miniature universe in her mane. wait wait dont go i cant explain but its a fun idea right?? right?? im not crazy am i?

General Opinion over said character: we have no choice but to stan. the pink candy party pony has stolen our hearts

~~~

Moondancer

Sexuality Headcanon: lesbian all the way. shes like that one ‘lesbiab, less bian? girls.’ meme

Gender Headcanon: gnc trans girl moondancer hasnt left my head so im making this your problem too

A ship I have with said character: ohhh twidancer is v good as well as tempdancer- another one i love is that shes in a herd w/ twinkleshine and minuette. oH and her and luna. so much potential

A BROTP I have with said character: this might sound weird but i think she’d get along really well with celestia??

A NOTP I have with said character: ooofH i guess any dude? lol

A random headcanon: she absolutely grows out a long wizard beard i dont make the rules

General Opinion over said character: adore her, love her, cherish her

~~~

Luna

Sexuality Headcanon: oghhhhh moon lesbian is right there,, either way- girls

Gender Headcanon: trans girl luna i dont make the rules

A ship I have with said character: as i mentioned above, moonluna v good. lotsa potential. OH HOW DID I FORGET pinkieluna fucks!! whaddya know everythings tying back in!

A BROTP I have with said character: her and celestia 😌

A NOTP I have with said character: her and celestia 😬

A random headcanon: she was totally an earth pony before she ascended. i like to imagine her power over the earth being so strong she could move this giant rock in the sky through sheer will

General Opinion over said character: best traumatised moon princess- which is a surprisingly prominent character trope in media!

~~~

Cheerilee

Sexuality Headcanon: i emerge from the shadows chanting “acearo cheerliee acearo cheerilee acearo cheerilee”

Gender Headcanon: cis gal!

A ship I have with said character: none lmaooo bUt cheerapple is cute!

A BROTP I have with said character: cheerimac all the way ace/mlm solidarity

A NOTP I have with said character: cheerimac, a cute ship but not my thing!

A random headcanon: will teach until the day she dies, you’ll have to drag her kicking and screaming into retirement

General Opinion over said character: a very good teacher. not enough screen time

~~~

Lightning Dust

Sexuality Headcanon: i physically cannot imagine her as anything other than a lesbian im sorry

Gender Headcanon: i cannot make up my mind her gender changes every five mins in my head vcscsfhajlvokkjdf

A ship I have with said character: listen. listen. i will stan lightningdash until the day i die- but limestonedust is also cute.

A BROTP I have with said character: i imagine her having this super funny relationship with spitfire, almost team rocket and ash style.

A NOTP I have with said character: listen. i cannot visualise her with a dude i just cant

A random headcanon: i dont care what anyone says if she was a human shed have a mullet

General Opinion over said character: fam we dont have enough time, pages or sanity to cover my love for lightning. ive already written like three essays on her and her treatment dont get me started.

#tysm!! its a p chill op shouldnt be too bad lol im just perpetually anxoius #text #ask meme #pinkie pie #princess luna #lightning dust #cheerilee #moon dancer

[lumberjackloverboy-moved]

who’s the hottest memeber of each trio in each trilogy?

prequel:

tie between atoc obiwan and rots obiwan. i LOVE the aotc mullet, but the beard in rots is 👌

(the real answer is jango, who outshines the entire franchise, but im a jango stan so...)

original:

i am not attracted to women, but leia, esp in anh. i don’t see her as hot so much as breathtakingly beautiful, esp in the white dress. i really like her hoth outfit too

sequel:

finn may be 👌👌👌 but poe looks so damn good in his outfit in ros, so im saying poe

#sw

[threeminutesoflife]

Shave and a Haircut, Two Bits

Pairings: Mad Sweeney x Reader Warnings: 18+, oral sex- female receiving, praise kink Summary: Sweeney stops by your salon Word Count: 2.2k a/n: Mad Sweeney was requested by the outrageously humorous and always kind @titty-teetee​   ❣️

You cashed out your last client and wished her a good evening before closing the store front's drapes for the night. Twenty more minutes and you'd be able to close the salon. You hoped the closed curtains would detour any last minute walk-ins. The day was long, but fast and profitable.

Grabbing the bin of dirty towels from the sink station, you made your way to the back of the shop. Another stylist offered to stay and help break down the till, but you didn't mind the bookkeeping and had time to spare before tonight's blind date. You turned up the volume to the shop's speakers, a fast melody elbowing out the quiet. With a quick stretch and roll of your shoulders, you filled the washer in hopes to get the load into the dyer before leaving tonight. 

Between humming to the song and the warmth of the water rising from the washer, you almost missed the shop's door chime. Wiping your hands and sighing quietly, you fixed your smile back into place and headed toward the salon floor. 

But when you rounded the corner, your smile drop.  Mad Sweeney leaned against the shop door, eyes roving over your form with a smirk. Smoke framed his face from the cigarette hanging from his cocky, plump lips.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath. 

“What kind of fucking welcome is that, love?” Sweeney asked with a deep, amused chuckle. He kicked his impressive form off the door frame before making a show of bolting the shop's lock. 

“Oh, no. No. You can unlock the door right now and let yourself out, Sweeney.”

“Come on lass, is that any way to treat your beau?”

“My beau? Really? Does this mean you're committing to me for longer than it takes to pull an orgasm out of me?” 

His eyes flashed with an unreadable emotion, but it quickly disappeared to make room for humor. 

“You wound me, ya do.” The cigarette bobbed between his lips as he dramatically placed his war-heavy hand over his chest. “We both know damn well, love- I'm a giver when it comes to ya. I always give more than a mere one. Plus, I gave them all with-”

“Don't say it-”

“With panache.”

“Quit soliciting, Sweeney. You haven't been around in weeks, and right now is the time for you to leave.”

“Don't blame me for that cunt Wednesday's doin'. You know I wouldn't be leavin' ya if it was up to me.”

“Look, I don't have time for this. You need to go, I have somewhere I need to be.”

“No, love- ya don't. I need a haircut and I missed the feel of your hands.”

“Sweeney,” you gave a soft, exhausted protest as he walked you to your station. 

After these weeks apart, the simple feel of his hand on the small of your back made you want to curl into his side.

“Your nights are for me. Give me a cut and shave, and I'll give ya somethin' after.” He took a drag of his cigarette before winking at you.   

“I thought you’d have richer words than that, Sweeney. What happened to being wooed by Yeats?”

Grabbing your hips, he spun you around and pulled you closer to him, “I’ll tell ya sweet words and use my mouth wisely. Just how ya like.”

Trying to hide the smile on your lips, you slyly reached to your side and grabbed the scissors from the counter, “Stop smoking in my shop.”   With a quick flick, you snipped off the glowing end of his cigarette resting between his lips. “Crazy Woman! Ya could have cut me!” Sweeney bellowed as he stepped back and inspected the severed cigarette before carelessly tossing it on the floor. “Time to go,” you huffed as your swept the cigarette aside. “It hardly is,” Sweeney sat down roughly and spun himself in your chair, lifting his legs up and letting the rotation take him. “We have all night together. I made sure of it.” “Sweeney,” you tried to remain indifferent and patient, but the longer and closer you were around him, the more you wanted him. Sweeney dropped his long legs, stilling the chair and leaning forward towards you, “Look love, the only thing that needs to be done tonight- is me.” “I have a date, Sweeney.” “Yeah, me.” “No, Sweeney, not you. With someone else.”

“Ya don’t.” Shifting your weight to the side, your hip jutted out, “I do.” With a dismissive tsk, Sweeney smirked knowingly at you. “No love, ya don’t.” You knew that look too well, “What did you do?” “Don’t need to do anything. Got luck on my side,” he confidently stated, a gold coin flipping in the air before settling in his palm. “Now where would ya like me? In this chair or ya gonna sponge bathe me first?” Unconvinced of his innocence, you frowned at him but said, “Get yourself over to the sink, sit down there.”  Sweeney shot up and moved quicker than you thought his large frame would allow. Standing by his side at the sink station, you threw the cape over his broad shoulders and felt him graze his knuckles against your soft thighs. The snaps slipped when he moved his fingers closer to your inner thighs, lightly circling and teasing you. You were touch starved for him, your body fully alert to the man before you. Visions of climbing him and sinking down on his lap ran through your head. “Ya alright, love?” Breaking from your daydream, your core tightened at the sound of his voice. Looking down at him, you noticed his own lust building in his eyes. Ignoring his question, you heard him grunt as you moved away from his side to test the water temperature. “So, are you making me butcher your hair again?” Sweeney huffed, “It’s called a signature look, love.” “It reads like mullet-mohawk.” “Aye, signature.” You bit the inside if your cheek, trying to contain your chuckle and not encourage him further. But Sweeney was already feeling encouraged. The fact he was still here in the shop with you, he knew he'd be buried inside you later. Cold water hit his face causing him to hiss and recoil away from the sink, “Bloody hell, woman!” This time you did laugh, “Oops. Lean back, you big baby. I’ll fix the temp.” Sweeney eyed you suspiciously but reclined with a grumble, “Fix ya blood aim is more like it, love.” He was silent as you worked the shampoo with your fingers into his thick hair. Little patterns along his hairline, then long strokes from forehead to nape. You hummed softly and watched as Sweeney’s expression softened. You would need to text your blind date later and apologize for not coming tonight. Well, you would be coming tonight but in a different way and with a different man.  You snickered at the thought and Sweeney cracked an eye at you when asking, “Something ya’d like to share with the rest of the class, love?” “Not really,” the water fanned over his head, the last of the shampoo escaping. A couple pumps of conditioner, you moved back to his side and ran your hands over his hair again.

“Fuck, love.” You hummed in response, leaning your chest in closer to his face as your fingers threaded through his mane. It was quiet between you two, both listening to the other breath between the breaks in the background music. Sweeney wasn't able to disconnect from the world easily or with just anyone, but he could with you.  He learned that quickly when he first met you. He was able to just be with you, and didn't feel like you wanted something from him.   Your fingernails twisted along his scalp sending goosebumps across his skin and a chill down his spine. The more your arms moved, the more you breasts danced along your shirt just out of reach from his mouth. Gods, he wanted to kiss you, kiss your body. From the corner of your eye, you noticed his leg was kicked out slightly, the cape tented over his lap. The thought of Sweeney growing hard made you squeeze your thighs together. “Ah, I know that look, love.” Sweeney smirked up at you, fully pleased with himself. Biting your lip, you turned the water back on and leaned deeper against him to rinse the conditioner out. “And what is that look, warrior king?” Electricity ran through Sweeney's torso straight down to his cock. With one swift move he ripped away the cape and he grabbed you over the chair's arm, pulling you on top of him.  “Say it again, love,” his words husky and heavy in his throat as he looked at you. Straddling on his lap, you rocked into him slightly and settled on him, “Say what again, Sweeney?” He grabbed your ass and pulled you harshly down against him. His cock straining against his pants, he could feel the heat of your core on him.  “Don't tease me, woman. Not with that. Say it.” You watched Sweeney's expression mix and shift. His eyes lusting and pleading for you to call him that again. Leaning over him, you ran your fingers through his wet hair. The shaved sides had grown in so much since you last saw him, since you last felt him. Pressing your forehead against his, you rolled your hips into him and tugged the ends of his hair, “Warrior king.” Sweeney growled and grabbed your face, his lips devouring yours before abruptly standing up with you and flipping you into the seat. Before you had time to react he removed your shoes and started undoing pants. You helped him strip your panties off before leaning forward to help him undo his zipper.  But Sweeney stopped you and told you to lean back in the chair, “Gonna cherish you, love.” The loud and crass, rowdy man got down on his knees before you. With a tenderness you didn't know he possessed, he draped your leg over his shoulder. Droplets fell from his hair onto your skin as he slowly kissed his way up your inner thigh. His hands ran along your legs as he nipped and kissed closer to your core.  The slow, teasing pace he set was almost too much as you gripped the chair. You bit your lip as you tried to steady your breath. You waited in anticipation when his kisses moved closer to your center, but then to your dismay, his mouth found your other thigh instead. His beard scratched and marked your skin as he kissed and bit his way once again closer to your clit. You whimpered out his name and tried sliding down the chair closer to him. “Don't worry, love.” He squeezed your thighs, his mouth above your core, “I'll provide for ya.” Sweeney dipped his head between your slick-covered thighs and ran his tongue with a long, slow lick against your wet lips. He dipped in closer, your clit between his lips as he sucked and ran his tongue along your nerve endings.  “Oh my god,” you whispered as your eyes closed and head dropped back against the sink's edge.  The feeling of his beard scratching your thighs and the timbre of his voice against your skin- you wouldn't last long. His hands gripped you tighter; one on your hip keeping you in place, the other gently kneading your thigh thrown over his wide shoulder. 

“Fucking delicious,” Sweeney groaned with a praise, your juices painted on his beard as his pants tightened even more. “Better than any offering left before.” “Sweeney,” you moaned out as he fingers ran along your slit; slow and teasing, dipping between and around your core. “You're mine aren't you, love?” His fingers spread your wet lips and he ran his tongue along your essence, circling your clit again. “Say it, love.” Your grip tightened in Sweeney's damp hair as your hips tried to rock closer to his talented mouth.  “Be my good lass, love. Tell me who ya belong to.” You were almost there, ready to tumble over the edge with each suck and bite he left on your clit and thighs.  This man was a god. You gasped and mewled as you felt Sweeney run his teeth along your clit before kissing and sucking on it again.   This god was yours. “You!” you screamed out as your core tightened. Sweeney's cock hurt from how gorgeous you looked. His thumb circled your clit as he raised his head, licking his lips and tasting more of you. He watched you wither in the chair, you were so close and he was ready to feast. “Come for me, love.” He dipped his mouth back to your core, his lips on you, “Come now.”  You screamed out his name in your release as your legs shook and calves tightened. Your fingers twisted and pulled his hair, forcing his face closer to you as your breath caught and burned in your chest with pleasure.  Smug and hard, Sweeney looked up at you as he licked you clean. He had luck on his side, but more importantly- he had you.

#Mad Sweeney x Reader #Mad Sweeney #American Gods #Sweeney x Reader #mad sweeney imagine #american gods imagine #mad sweeney x you #mad sweeney x y/n

[johnchurch]

Happy TAZ anniversary 2! So, it’s the second TAZ anniversary and I drew a piece for each of the boys! I’m gonna open up a little bit below. The image ID is LONG so this time I put it under the cut as well.

The Adventure Zone quite literally changed my life for the better and saved me from my depression. I’m genuinely so happy I started listening to the podcast. I start listening while I was going through a phase of being constantly sad and having horrible self-esteem, coming to terms with my own identity, and nothing to look forward to in my near future, with a bunch of stuff going on in my life that I still, to this day, don’t really talk about. Family problems, extremely personal issues, and some bad depressive episodes; I thought I would never make it to the point I wanted to be in my life and didn’t really see any more point in trying.

In December I started listening to The Adventure Zone. I had seen some art floating around and enjoyed the fantasy aspects, the cute Taakitz stuff I had seen, and heard Lup was trans; I was still coming to terms with my own identity at the time and felt very doubtful of myself. As I listened more I found myself laughing a lot more, having a much joyous mood overall, and it inspired me to get back into art and design and writing.

The first listen to TAZ was a phenomenal experience. I was smiling and laughing so much at their antics, I realized the potential around Petals, fell in love with the characters during Crystal Kingdom and cried over the Maureen story-which is very important to me, as someone whom’s relationship with his mother is so much to me; I cried a lot during Eleventh Hour and still remember the chills I got during ‘the clock ticks down’ scene and the backstories. The Suffering Game plot twists were amazing and then everything that came after? The metaphors with John Hunger, Johann-whose life had been dedicated to creating and wanting his creations to inspire others and be loved…it all meant so much.

I finished the podcast in May and the characters had grown so close that they felt like family, the music felt like returning to another home. The representation in it helped me grow to truly love myself and be confident again; The parallels with John and The Hunger and depression and the line ‘You’re going to have to fight, and you’re going to win!” all resonated deeply within me and gave me hope for myself I didn’t know I had. It feels weird to say this, but these aspects may have genuinely saved my life, or at least prevented me from going down some really dark slopes. 2017 was a really hard year for me, so discovering this podcast helped me so much.

I think it’s the positive outlook the Mcelroy’s just naturally emit? Their content has literally pulled me out of that dark hole I was in and I will literally forever be thankful for the Mcelroy’s and the content they create.

I am so SO grateful that I discovered them because I have no idea where I’d be if I hadn’t begun listening. Thank you boys!

[ID: Four drawings of the Mcelroy family featuring the boys interacting with their characters. The first drawing is of Traviz Mcelroy, with a pineapple shirt, a beard, glasses, and slicked purple hair giving his character, Magnus Burnsides, a fist bump. Magnus is much taller than he is, with a heavy beard and lots of battle scars. He is a tall man with brown skin and a crop top, revealing his abs. His IPRE robe sleeves are pulled up, revealing his bracer. They are in front of a yellow background.

The next drawing is Justin’s goddamn wizard, Taako, who has Justin underneath his arm playfully. HE is the big brother now. Justin has black hair, jeans, and a red flannel. Taako is a taller elf with light brown skin and brown hair and a floppy purple wizard hat. His metal bracer is over white sleeves and he has on a purple vest and ribbon over that. He’s dressed in purple pantaloons and high thigh socks, with some gray stilletos.

The third drawing is Clint Mcelroy, with his hands on his hips, looking down at his Dwarven cleric character, Merle Highchurch. Clint has a beard, square glasses, a purple shirt with a black open vest, and black jeans. Merle is a dwarf with brown skin and curly gray hair with pink, blue, and yellow pan flag colored flowers decorating it. He has one wooden arm, which is propped up with one finger up as if he is saying something. He has green cleric robes and a long green stole hanging down his shoulders.

The final drawing has a LOT going on. Griffin Mcelroy, a man with brown hair and glasses, is smiling up front with some dice wrapped in one hand and the other rolling them in the air. Davenport, a small gnome with beige skin and ginger hair, and a big mustache is smiling up front the camera on the left. Angus Mcdonald, a black boy with curly hair and freckles is smiling at the front on the right, a big front-gapped smile. Lucretia is standing directly behind Griffin, smiling. She has one arm down and the other on her hip. Lucretia is a black woman with short white hair and a Bureau of Balance uniform. Kravitz is a black man with red glasses, curly hair, and reaper robes behind her, floating in the air and holding his scythe as a cane.

Behind Griffin on the other side is Lup with her arm wrapped around a lich Barry-whose glasses are floating inside the robe over black shadow. Lup, however, has a body; she has light brown skin and a dark mullet, with the tips dyed red. She has a dark tux, earrings, and a ruby gem on her neck. She is doing a rocker pose and sticking her tongue out. Immediately behind and towering above is a cherry blossom tree in a river and blowing the leaves across the frame.

Killian, a green orc woman with long brown hair and muscles, is flexing in the middle background, with her girlfriend Carey-who is a small blue dragonborn- sitting on her shoulder and giving Avi a fistbump. Avi is a tall Japanese-Korean man with a Bureau of Balance uniform, brandy in one hand, and pale skin and a dark ponytail. Next to them in the far right, is Upsy, Your Lifting Friend, a genuinely terrifying elevator with a clown face; he has big red eyes and a tight smile with rosy cheeks. Each tooth has shiny detail on it. The scientist, Lucas Miller, is sitting cross-legged atop it. He is a thin Indian man with big glasses, brown skin, a bandage on his cheek, and his dark hair pulled up with a ponytail. He is smiling and tipping his head, as if enjoying some music coming from an unseen source. Lucas is wearing a blue vest, has a bright green tie, pink sleeves, and has light-up heelies on.

Behind him is Johann’s face; Johann is depicted as Mexican here, with brown skin and chin-length dark hair, which is flowing. He is frowning and seems a bit emotionless, if not for the tears floating from his eyes. The bright blue tentacles from the Voidfish-Fisher- float behind him. John Hunger is the final character pictured. He is an older man with pale skin and graying hair. He is smiling a wicked grin as the eyes of the Hunger open up around everyone; his face is flecked with black scars and orange, blue, yellow, and green lights from the gem Black Opal. He has a wacky green bow tie, blue undershirt, and striped tuxedo. There is also an eye opening up on his hand. His body is disintegrating and forming into the black background, and the eyes pictured. There is a bright light of Johann’s song flowing behind Johann, and going through the crowd, until it reaches Griffin’s ears. END ID.]

#taz anniversarry #taz #the adventure zone #the zone cast #zoneart #justin mcelroy #griffin mcelroy #travis mcelroy #mcelroy #clint mcelroy #thank you mcelboys! #magnus burnsides #magnus #taako #Merle #merle highchurch #so many characters...here goes. #john #john hunger #fisher #voidfish #johann #lucas #lucas miller #upsy your lifting friend #upsy #hurley #sloane #hurloane #killian

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series

• Ch. 3: The Right Stuff •

I’ve been writing this for the past couple of days, wanted to have it ready for today. Happy Halloween! 🎃

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    “Take everything but the Delicious Deals, guys,” Eddie instructed. “My mom loves them.

    Richie was rifling through Eddie’s kitchen cabinet, Bill and Richie had stopped by Eddie’s house before their trip to the barrens. They figured they should grab some snacks beforehand.

    Eddie watches, leaning against the kitchen counter.

    "Hey! First, you said the Barrens, now you’re saying the sewer.” He said. “I mean, what if we get caught?”

    “We won’t, Eds,” Bill assured. “The sewers are p-p-public works. We’re the public aren’t we?”

    “Hey, Eddie?” Richie stood at the other end of the kitchen, a cabinet full of pills open. “these your birth control pills?”

    “Yeah, and I’m saving it for your sister. This is private stuff.” Eddie retorted.

    The boys closed all the cabinets and exited the kitchen. The TV from the front room was playing softly, Mrs. Kaspbrak was seated in her living room, watching.

    “Hello, and welcome to the Derry Children’s Hour.”

    “Eddie Bear,” the boys stopped, looking at Mrs. Kaspbrak. “where you boys off to in such a rush?”

    “Umm…” Bill spoke up, already feeling the effects of his stutter. “J-j-just my uh, backyard, Mrs. K. I g-got a new…”

    “A new croquet set,” Richie jumped in. “Jeez, spit it out, Buh-Buh-Bill”

    “Okay,” she eased, her eyes drilling into the boys. “Oh, and sweetie, don’t go rolling around on the grass. Especially if it’s just been cut. You know how bad you’re allergies can get.”

    “Yes, mom. Let’s go.” Eddie mumbled, and he began herding his friends out of the door.

    “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

    Eddie froze, and his friends hesitated. Shamefully, he turned and walked into the living room towards his mother who held out her cheek. Eddie planted a quick kiss and returned to the front door. He could see Richie and Bill stifling laughter.

    “Do you want one from me too, Mrs. K?” Richie felt a harsh shove towards the door, and he chuckled. “I was kidding!”

    The boys, now joined by Stan, zipped through the streets of Derry, wind in their hair. As they barrelled through the town, the Derry Public Library cropped up into view.

    Inside, sat at one of the tables and thoughtfully scribbling on a postcard was Ben Hanscom. He had been mulling over the poem, trying to find the perfect words he could use that could possibly capture what he felt in his heart. Finally, when he had finished, he read the final draft in a hushed whisper.

    “You’re hair is winter fire, January embers… My heart burns there too.”

    His attention was brought to the windows when he heard muffled shouts outside.

    “Slow down!” Said one voice.

    “Hi-ho, Silver! Away!” Cried another.

    He spotted four bikes cruising down the street, just in front of the library. The first voice cried out again.

    “Your old lady bike’s too fast for us!”

    The abrupt smack of the book as it hit the table echoed across the quiet library, his attention on the snippy librarian. Her glasses sat perched on the edge of her nose and she was staring judgmentally at Ben.

    “Found it.” Her eyes squinted. “Isn’t it summer vacation? I would think you’d be ready to take a break from the books.”

    Ben who was fiddled nervously with his fingers, shrugged. “I like it here.”

    She blinked at his response and looked down at him distastefully. “A boy should be spending his summer outside with friends. Don’t you have any friends.”

    Ben looked away, before speaking, avoiding all eye contact with the stingy woman.

    “Can I have the book now?”

    She gave the book a quick pat and left promptly. Ben breathed a sigh in relief and grabbed the History of Old Derry, opening it up.

    He was constantly intrigued by his new town, and every time he could dig deeper into its history, he felt a little piece of the puzzle fall into place.

    He flipped through the pages, eyes trained on the different pictures, scanning the captions but nothing, in particular, caught his eye. That is until he reached one photo in particular. It was a rather tall building, flooded with people of all ages, mostly children. What caught his eye was an old circus caravan.

    It featured a picture of a clown. Some of it was cut off, but he could make out some of it. “Penny-” the rest was covered, and below it, he had gotten enough context to know it read “Dancing Clown.”

    Below the picture, the caption read “Easter Egg Hunt celebration at the Derry Iron Work, April 3rd, 1908” Unbeknownst to Ben, a woman at the back of the library, turned to watch him. Eyes fixed completely on Ben, an eerie smile on her face.

    Ben continued to flip through the book, fascinated. Another photo, this one of several kids, all holding their baskets of eggs. He turned the page, and featured on the next page was a photocopy of a newspaper, the Derry Herald. It read, “EASTER EXPLOSION KILLS 88 CHILDREN, 102 TOTAL”

    He scanned the page briefly, his eyes lingering on the photo featured in the newspaper. Ben felt a chill run down his spine, still oblivious to the woman staring at him in the library. As he advanced further in the book, it only grew darker. Bodies were strewn all over the grass in the photo, captioned, “Bodies of those killed in Derry Iron Works Explosion, 1908”

    Another page. This photo depicted a small crowd of people gathered around an old tree. “A gruesome discovery in the wake of the Derry Iron Works explosion, 1908”. Ben could not see the gruesome discovery he read about, and he was thankful. He turned the page again. Peculiar.

    A slightly zoomed-in version of the previous photo. He turned the page. The same photo, only closer. Another page. Another photo of the branches. Frantically, Ben continued to flip through the pages, heart thumping. Sure enough, like a slow-motion animation, it closed in on the branches of the tree. Closer and closer and closer and-

    A head. A boy’s head. An impossibly crystal clear photo of a boy’s severed head is caught in the branches. Ben felt his stomach lurch and he slammed the book shut, panting heavily. What the hell had he just seen?

    His eyes trailed from the cover of A History of old Derry to a recent headline of the newspaper. “Body found by canal not Betty Ripsom” What the hell was wrong with this town? Ben stiffed when he heard a soft giggle, the slow tune of an old music box began to play. Slowly he turned.

    Across the library, a bright red balloon was floating across the library, disappearing through a doorway. He rose to his feet and peered out the doorway, anxiety settling in his stomach. Perched on the steps was a smoking easter egg, charred and burned. For an unknown reason, Ben let his legs carry him down the hall, where he found another singed egg. And another. And another.

    He now found himself in the library’s basement, where everything was stored in a maze of shelves. He picked up the egg, despite its charred exterior, it wasn’t hot. He could have sworn he heard shuffling down the hallway of shelves and he crept forward. Was the librarian down here, he wondered. She couldn’t be, the lights were off. Right on cue, the lights flickered on and off, a sickening pale green.

    The lights flickered long enough for Ben to see a figure dart between the shelves. The room went dark once more and Ben beard a clatter from behind him. He turned around, and at the top of the stairs was the figure of a boy, maybe his age. It was hard to tell. Regardless, Ben watched cautiously as the figure took a few stiffened steps down the stairs one see step at a time. He froze, and Ben watched anxiously, his heart pounding. The figure took another step down, revealing to Ben that he had no head.

    Smoke wafted from his neck and while he had no head, Ben knew somehow it was looking right at him. He had been holding several eggs to his chest, which he now dropped. The eggs hit the ground, splattering everywhere. The figure of the headless boy trudged down the stairs and froze briefly. And then it took off after Ben.

    Ben sped down into the small maze of shelves, he could barely hear his own footsteps, let alone the footsteps of the figure over his pounding heart and heavy breathing. He cast a glance over his shoulder to see the figure running stiffly but swiftly after him. He made so many turns he lost count of where he was, much too frightened to paying attention to where he was going. He found that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the figure chasing him, too afraid if he didn’t look he would sneak up and grab him. He looked forward just in time to turn the corner.

    A taunting gravelly voice grabbed his attention, and he quickly glanced a final glance behind him to see a giant bulbous clown head on top of the boy’s once headless figure was right in front of him.

    “Egg boy!” It said.

   He felt himself collide with a figure and he stumbled back frightened. The figure he crashed into let out a startled gasp and dropped several books. It was the librarian.

    She looked Ben up and down sharply. “What on earth are you doing?”

    Ben spared a frightful look down the hallway of shelves, relieved to find nothing there. Still panting, in fear or exhaustion or possibly both, he had no idea. He looked the librarian in the eye once more and fled up the stairs, grateful to be caught where he shouldn’t have been.

    After gathering his things, and his composure, Ben exited the library. He trudged across the grass, passing the stone monument, unaware of the spiteful mulleted teenager that had been waiting for him.

    “Where you off to, tits?”

    Ben took one look at Henry Bowers and fled. Unfortunately, he hadn’t made it far before one of his goons had been waiting for him and snatched him up.

    “Gotcha.”

    The Bowers gang had dragged a fighting Ben Hanscom several blocks to Derry’s infamous Kissing Bridge.

    “Wait!”

    “Fucking hold him!”

    “Leave me alone!”

    “Smack him.”

    “Don’t let tubby get away.”

   "Help!“

    Laughter erupted from the vicious group of boys. Patrick Hockstetter had a hold on Ben, one of them had pulled Ben’s shirt up over his head, disorienting him. A cackling Victor Criss slapped Ben’s stomach teasingly and each of them got a shot at kicking, poking and shoving, in ignoring the boy’s cries of protest.

    Ben felt himself get pinned against the side of the bridge. "Just leave me alone.”

    “Look at all this blubber!” Exclaimed Belch, who ripped his shirt back down.

    Ben looked around in fear, struggling against his attackers. The rattling of a can came from Patrick, who eagerly shook the can of hairspray as he stood in front of Ben.

    “Let me light his hair, like Michael Jackson,” he said eagerly, flicking open his lighter and created a small bellow of flames.

    “Just hold him,” Growled Henry, pushing him out of the way and Ben roughly by the collar.

    “Get off me! Get off me!” Ben stopped shouting when he heard the low rumble of a car.

    Everyone else quieted as well, watching a car slowly cruised by, the window rolled down. The gang expected to be stopped, but the car kept going. The couple inside contributed nothing but a passing glance, and Ben cried out for help.

    The only kind of response he received, was the abrupt and unexpected form of a bright red balloon popping up in the window of the back seat.

    Henry landed a right hook in Ben’s jaw and another. Ben felt his sense getting knocked loose and he grew dizzy, his ears ringing. Henry grabbed him by the head, shaking it vigorously as he yelled in anger and madness. His hearing came back in time to hear Henry seething threats.

    “Okay, new kid. This is what us locals call the Kissing Bridge. It’s famous for two things. Sucking face,” he held up his pocket knife and suddenly unsheathed it. “and carving names”

    Nausea washed over Ben and winced, shaking his head desperately.

    “Henry, please,” he pleaded, shaking his head no.

    Ben roared in agony, searing pain erupted ok stomach as Henry forcefully carved a large H on his stomach. Patrick cackled madly and Victor said nothing. Belch was the only one who became uneasy.

    “Woah, woah! Henry!”

    “Shut up!” He bellowed, spit flying from his mouth. “I’m gonna carve my whole name onto this cottage cheese!”

    In one swift movement, Ben brought his leg up to Henry, kicking himself off and he tumbled over the side of the bridge. Grunting, he tumbled down the harsh slope, being poked and stabbed by various twigs but none of it came close to the pain of the mark Henry had left.

    He could hear the angry cries of Henry, who was peering over the bridge. “I’m gonna cut your fucking tits off. I swear to God!”

    He launched himself over the bridge and all his friends joined him. Ben jumped to his feet when he heard the rustling of the leaves up the hill he had just fallen. He turned on his heel, and sprinted into the trees, trying desperately to ignore the searing pain in his stomach every time he moved. Ben made several twists and turns through the trees, never allowing himself to stop.

    Meanwhile, Henry and his friends had reached the end of the hill, and Henry began sifting through the dirt and leaves frantically. “My knife. My old man will kill me!”

    Belch and Patrick watched, not knowing what to do. Henry looked at him expectantly.

    “You two get him!” They fled into the woods after Ben and Henry turned to Victor. “Move your fucking ass!”

    Ben could hear the approaching footsteps and voices behind him as he reached a fork in the path. He went down the left which lead him to the edge of the ferns at the edge of a creek. Patrick and Belch reached the same fork and they stopped. Patrick gestured for Belch to take the right while Patrick took the left.

    Ben felt his socks dampen, as ran along the creek leaving the Bowers gang far behind him.

×××

    “You holding up okay?”

    Beverly had returned to the living room, now fully dressed in a maroon tank top and denim shorts, her usual key around her neck and her long red hair hung at the side of her shoulders in a ponytail. The two girls had scraped together as many ointments and bandages for Y/n’s leg.

    Though they hadn’t had much luck. They couldn’t find a single thread of gauze and only half a foot of ace bandages. So Beverly did her best to clean the wound with a wet paper towel and applied some ointment. She found a spare white cotton cloth in the linen closet and wrapped it firmly around Y/n’s leg to stop the bleeding.

    Once Y/n’s leg had been taken care of, they got to work cleaning the carpet as best as they could. Beverly took most of the trips back and forth to the kitchen given Y/n was still much too sore. When the carpet had been scrubbed within an inch of its life, the girls finally retreated to the couch and talked into the sun came up. They talked about anything and everything - aside from what Y/n had seen, still much too frightened to speak of it.

    Beverly stood at the edge of Y/n’s living room, now fully dressed, looking at Y/n, trying to gauge her mood. She had not moved from her spot on the couch and she looked as if she was lost in thought, her eyes fixed on the barely visible pink stain on the carpet.

    “Y/n?”

    Snapping out of her daze, she looked to Beverly, still in a bit of a daze. “Hm?”

    “Are you alright to get dressed, or,” she trailed off, not wanting to offend her friend but still offering her assistance.

    “Oh, yeah, I’m good. Thanks,”

    She pushed herself off the couch and limped lightly into the hall, passing Beverly and retreated into her room to get dressed. She winced at the pain that seared in her leg but she relaxed gradually. She was growing used to it.

    Biting her lip and hissing slightly, she tried her best to step into her pair of overall shorts. She had almost gotten her leg in when she began to tip over. Thankfully she had landed on her bed, she used the advantage to slip easily in her shorts and sighed in relief, the hard part over.

    Satisfied with her handiwork, Y/n grabbed her lowest pair of socks and shoes and joined Beverly back in the living room. Beverly had prepared breakfast for the two of them, a bowl of cereal for her and a [y/f/b] for Y/n.

    Beverly smiled warmly, welcoming her back, but her eyes fell to Y/n’s ankle and she winced.

    “We really need to get you some proper bandages,” She eased.

    Y/n looked down at her leg to see the once white cloth was stained a deep crimson color and she sighed, looking back at Bev who offered a weak smile.

    A yawn escaped her lips and Y/n felt a twinge of guilt for keeping her friend up all night. Beverly recognized the look on her face and she smiled.

    “Don’t worry, Y/n it’s fine. Let’s just have our breakfast and then we’ll get you some proper supplies at the pharmacy. I was planning on making a trip there today anyway. You can come with me,”

×××

    Stan, Richie, Eddie, and Bill were treading the edge of the water, Bill in the lead towards the sewers. Stan was gesturing all around him, a sure frown on his face.

    “That’s poison ivy. And that’s poison ivy. And that’s poison ivy.”

    “Where?” Eddie looked around, watching his step. “Where’s the poison ivy?”

    “Nowhere,” Richie remarked. “Not every fucking plant is poison ivy, Stanley.”

    Bill and Richie stepped into the large cement mouth of the sewer tunnels, Eddie and Stan refusing to cross the threshold. Eddie was shifting on his feet, growing antsy.

    “Okay, I’m starting to get itchy now, and - and I’m pretty sure this is not good for my–”

    “Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?” Richie quipped, cutting Eddie off.

    “Sometimes, yeah.”

    “Then you probably have crabs.”

    “That’s so not funny.”

    The flashlights crawled along the walls of the slimy sewer tunnel and Richie turned around to face his two hesitant friends.

    “Aren’t you guys coming in?”

    Eddie took one look at the murky water and shook his firmly. “Uh-uh. It’s greywater.”

    “What the hell’s greywater?”

    “It’s basically piss and shit. So I’m just telling you, you guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of Derry pee. So…”

    The stick Richie had been carrying was swirled around the water before he brought it up to his face. He took a big whiff and Eddie used all his strength not to gag.

    “Are you series? What are you-?”

    “Doesn’t smell like caca to me señor!” Richie retorted in an accent.

    “Okay, I can smell that from here.”

    Richie smiled a toothy grin. “It’s probably just your breath wafting back into your face.”

    Eddie scoffed heavily, shaking his head in disbelief and he tried desperately to contain his frustration. “Have you ever heard of a staph infection?”

    Amused as ever, Richie grinned, waving the stick towards his friend. “Oh, I’ll show you a staph infection.”

    “This is so unsanitary. You’re literally-”

    The continued to bicker further and Stan rolled his eyes, already fed up with them.

    “This is literally like swimming inside of a toilet bowl right now,”

    Still grinning, Richie picked something up from the water with his stick and waved it around.

    “Have you ever heard of Listeria? AHH” Eddie screamed in terror and jumped back slightly when Richie launched the sopping wet piece of garbage at Eddie.

    He snickered at the boy’s reaction, and Eddie launched into another lecture. Bill, who was the deepest in the tunnels, had found a shoe floating in the water.

    “Guys!”

    The boys stopped bickering and looked to their friend. He was holding the shoe illuminating the dripping shoe with his flashlight.

    Stan grew grave, and his voice broke as he spoke. “Shit. Don’t tell me that’s…”

    “No. G-Georgie wore galoshes.”

    Richie had joined Bill’s side and he peered inside the shoe.

    “Who’s sneaker is it?” Eddie asked.

    Richie turned, and looked back at his friend, trying to hide his shock. “It’s Betty Ripsom’s,”

    An uneasy and solemn silence fell over them. All sense of mischief and jokes forgotten. Eddie let out a shaky breath.

    “Oh, shit. Oh, God. Oh, fuck!” Stan watched quietly, silently shutting down and Eddie was still trying to cope with the discovery. “I don’t like this.”

    Richie, who always reverted to humor as his coping mechanism, did just that.

    “How do you think Betty feels?” He stood on one foot and hopped a couple of times. “Running around these tunnels with only one frickin’ shoe?”

    Richie stopped when he saw the serious and frightened faces on his friends and he knew he went too far. At that moment, Stan spoke up, his voice wavering.

    “What if she’s still here?”

  V No one answered, but Bill and Richie retreated farther in the tunnels.

    “Eddie, come on!” Richie urged.

    “My mom will have an aneurysm, okay, if she finds out that we’re playing down here. I’m serious.”

    Bill hadn’t acknowledged what anyone had said, this attention still focused on the murky waters below.

    “Bill?”

    He turned around a sad look in his eyes.

    “If… If I was Betty Ripsom, I would want us to find me.” They all shifted uncomfortably. “G-Georgie too.”

    Eddie, who couldn’t contain his discomfort, shakily spoke up.

    “What if I don’t want to find them?”

   Everyone looked to Eddie, shocked. Not surprised that he felt that way, but that he brought it up. Like some unspoken thought, they all had in the back of their minds.

    “I mean, no offense, Bill, but I don’t want to end up like…” The name Georgie almost rolled off his tongue, and he shook his head feeling guilty. “I don’t want to go missing either.”

    “He has a point,” Stan added.

    “Y-y-you too?”

    “It’s summer. We’re supposed to be having fun. This isn’t fun. This is scary and disgusting.”

    The four of them gasped when a figure collapsed outside in the water. Stan and Eddie whirled around to see a boy gasping for breath on his hands and knees. He attempted to get back up but he fell once more. It looked as if this was the first time in a long while he had stopped to catch his breath. It was Ben Hanscom, but they knew him as the new kid.

    Richie peered out of the tunnel.

    “Holy shit! What happened to you?”

×××

    “I think it’s great we’re helping the new kid but we also need to think of our own safety.”

    The five boys emerged from the forest, there bikes bouncing slowly on the grassy terrain before descending onto the pavement. Ben had been offered the backseat of Bill’s bike, and the rest trailed behind as they made their way to the pharmacy downtown. As usual, Eddie was informing the group of the possible dangers of their current situation.

    “I mean, he’s bleeding all over and you guys know that there’s an AIDS epidemic happening right now as we speak, right? And my mom’s friend in New York City got it by touching a dirty pole on the subway. And a drop of AIDS blood got into his system through a hangnail. A hangnail!”

    The gang was now halfway to the pharmacy and despite his rapid speech patterns, his rant had lasted the majority of the trip.

    By the time they reached the alley outside the pharmacy, Eddie was wrapping up.

    “…and you can amputate legs and arms. But how do you amputate a waist? How do you amputate a waist? You guys do know that alleys are known for dirty needles that have AIDS, right? You guys do know that?”

    Like their knack for tuning out Richie’s trash mouth, the rest of them had a knack for tuning out Eddie’s medical rants.

    They parked their bikes in the alley, and Ben took a seat on some wooden crates, leaning against the brick wall.

    “Ah, we’re screwed,” Mumbled Stan.

    Bill and the others began retreating down the alleyway.

    “Richie, stay wait here. Come on,”

    Richie stood awkwardly with Ben, and he chuckled weakly.

    “Glad I got to meet you before you died.”

    Ben looked up at Richie, unimpressed with his joke and Richie shifted uneasily. And the unlikely duo waited in silence. Inside the pharmacy, Bill and Stan fell back, letting Eddie take the wheel. He grabbed nearly everything he could reach and in a few seconds, had a small pile packed against his chest.

    Meanwhile, Stan and Bill had scoured their pockets for money, but all the two had managed to scrounge together was a measly three dollars.

    “Can we afford all that?” Bill asked, referring to the small mountain of medical supplies Eddie was holding.

    Stan held up the three dollar bills in his hands and shrugged. “It’s all we got.”

    “You kidding me?” Eddie sighed, disappointed.

    “Wait, you have an account here, don’t you?” Bill asked hopefully.

     Eddie gave his friend an incredulous look.

    “If my mom finds out I bought all this stuff, I’m spending the whole rest of the weekend in the hospital getting x-rayed.”

    Two isles over Beverly stood facing the wall of feminine hygiene products. Y/n appeared from around the corner holding a small plastic bag of gauze and bandages that she had just paid for. She joined her friend’s side, noticing the indecisiveness in Bev and she quickly scanned the shelves. She finally found the familiar brand and grabbed a box off the shelf and handed it to Beverly. She took it and looked to Y/n.

    “If you’re looking for comfort, this one’s your best best bet.” She whispered, smiling weakly.

    Bev breathed a sigh of relief and sent her a grateful glance. Together, the two girls began treading towards the end of the aisle and around the corner. They both froze when they heard a familiar voice.

    “See you later, Dad.”

    They caught a glimpse of Gretta at the opposite end, closing up her bag and the two girls quickly shuffled to the safety of the next aisle before Gretta could spot them. Except for Y/n, who moved in more of a quick hobble.

    They rounded the corner and found themselves face to face with three familiar faces. Beverly instinctively shoved the box of tampons behind her back before they could notice it. And Y/n had realized why the boys were so familiar.

    One of them, she realized, was completely fixated on her. The smaller boy who held several first aid supplies held to his chest and when he saw her, a roll of medical tape slipped from his hand. But his wide eyes never left her.

    Everyone stood there awkwardly for a moment before Eddie broke the silence. He smiled nervously at her and shifted a bit on his feet.

    “Hey, uh, hi! I remember you, how’s the le-gaaahh…” his words spilled into a messy gasp as his eyes landed on her ankle.

    By now, the makeshift white bandage was stained completely red, and it looked as if no more blood could possibly be soaked up.

    Eddie tried desperately not to gag, though it was very difficult for him.

    Bill looked between both girls before his eyes fell on Y/n’s leg, but he tried not to stare.

    “Are y-you guys, okay?”

    Beverly quickly responded, looking between Y/n and the boys, eager to divert attention away from the ox she held behind her.

    “We just came to get supplies for her leg, that’s it. What’s wrong with you?”

    “None of your business,” Stan snapped, sensing her abrasiveness.

    “There’s a kid outside. Looked like someone killed him.”

    During the whole conversation, Eddie had looked at Beverly maybe once. His attention focused on Y/n, and all his energy went towards not looking at her ankle.

    “W-we need s-s-some supplies, but we don’t have enough money,” Bill said sadly.

    Beverly frowned the familiar sinking feeling in her stomach. She didn’t want to, but she knew she had to. It was the only way she could think of distracting him and helping the boys. She looked anxiously at Mr. Keene and sighed. She gave one look at Y/n and lowered her voice.

    “Go with them, or wait outside at least. I’ll be right out,”

    Y/n recognized the look in her best friend and she quickly shook her head.

    “Beverly, you don’t have to do this,” she whispered.

    “Just go, I’ll be fine.”

    Beverly took off past the boys and headed to the counter.

    “Bev,” she hissed, but she ignored her.

    Instinctively, she tried to follow her friend but she hissed in pain when she put pressure on her leg.

    The boys immediately noticed her pain and Bill took a few steps forward, ready to catch her if she fell.

    She caught herself before that could happen and Eddie shifted on his feet nervously.

    “Do you need help with your ankle? I know first aid and I could help you after I helped the new kid?”

    “Ew,” Y/n groaned, cringing.

    Eddie tried to mask his hurt unsuccessfully, he looked down to his feet and his cheeks turned pink.

    “A simple no would have sufficed, Jesus,” he mumbled.

    “What? Oh,” she shook her head, “no, It’s Mr. Keene, ”

    Y/n frowned, gesturing to Beverly at the counter.

    Mr. Keene was looking Bev up and down, hungrily. The way he was smiling at her made her nauseous.

    “Oh…” Eddie turned around to see what she was talking about, and Stan and Bill did too. “Oh.”

    They watched Bev take off his glasses of her face, folding them up. While handing them back she “accidentally” knocked over the small shelf of cigarettes. Mr. Keene smiled weakly and bent over to pick them up.

    “Come on, let’s go,” Y/n whispered quickly.

    She was backing up, gesturing for the boys to follow her. But they were still staring at Beverly in shock.

    “Now! Come on!” She hissed under her breath.

    Beverly grabbed a pack of cigarettes that had landed on the counter, and Y/n realized the boys were never gonna figure it out in time.

    “Oh for fuck’s sake,” rolling her eyes, she grabbed two of their wrists, her grocery bag hooked on one finger and began pulling them towards the door.

    Beverly cast a glance over her shoulder, to see Y/n dragging the boys away.

    The boys stumbled out of the aisle, tripping over themselves in the process. Y/n was dragging Eddie and Bill by their wrists and Stan had caught on. Eddie was taken aback, but he was mostly distracted by the fact that he was dropping his supplies left and right.

    “Jesus, you’d think you never saw a distraction before in your lives,” Y/n sighed, releasing the boys.

    Eddie scoffed, making a face implying he was going to say something but instead, he awkwardly looked away, words failing him.

    “Alright, well…?” she looked between the three boys expectantly, they were all staring at her, waiting to see what she had to say.

    She raised her eyebrows, not believing they had already forgotten about the injured kid.

    “The kid? Bleeding out somewhere? We gonna help him or what?”

    Shock washed over them and Eddie and Stan took off around the corner, and Y/n followed. Bill walked after them to the alley, seeming to linger by the entrance to the store to wait for Bev.

    Y/n hobbled down the alley and by the time she got there Eddie was already knelt down in front of Ben. He was riling through his supplies, and Ben lifted his shirt.

    Y/n noticed Richie Tozier had been waiting with the injured boy. Poor kid, she thought. When Richie saw her, he adjusted his glasses and smiled smugly.

    “Hey, toots!”

    Y/n plastered on an obviously fake smile and tilted her head. “Hey, dick.”

    Letting the name roll off his back he smiled, Richie clicked his tongue and winked. “That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

    Despite her annoyance, a small chuckle escaped her mouth and she rolled her eyes. She was now looking at the kid who sat on some crates, the small boy tending to his wound. She winced, and took a seat next to him, relieved to get off her bad ankle.

    “So,” she said simply, drawing the boy’s attention. “Whatcha in for?”

    He tilted his head, clearly confused. She extended her bad leg and pointed to it.

    “Bad leg,”

    The boy’s eyes widened slightly and he looked back to her. “Some gnarly cuts. What about you?”

    “Oh, uh, well same I guess.” He said, and she nodded.

   "Just suck the wound.“ The two looked up to see Richie who addressed the smaller boy.

    He immediately grew impatient, trying desperately not to get distracted.

    "I really need to focus right now.”

    “You need to focus?”

    “Yeah, can you go get me something?”

    “Jesus! What do you need?”

    “Go get my bifocals. I hid ‘em in my second fanny pack.”

    Y/n leaned forward, interested and slightly amused. “You have a second fanny pack?”

    The other boy, who was standing near her nodded. “Yeah, why do you have two?”

    “I need to focus right now and it’s a long story. I don’t want to get into it.”

    Bill, who had been lingering at the end of the alley, heard the jingle of the store bell and he stepped back out on the sidewalk. Beverly was leaving the store and she walked towards him, knowing her friend must be nearby. Bill could have sworn timed slowed when she smiled. Nervously, Bill reached into his pocket, pulling out a couple of dollars and offered it to her.

    “T-t-thanks.”

    She held up a pack of smokes and winked. “Even stephen.”

    Her attention was drawn to the voices coming from the alley.

    “Oh, God, he’s bleeding! Oh, my God!” It was Stanley.

    She saw Y/n and the boys crowded around a familiar face, she smiled fondly and headed their way. “Ben from soch?”

    “You have to suck the wound before you apply the Band-Aids. This is 101!”

    “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

    Ben looked up from the bickering duo and at the figure walking down the alley. His pulse quickened ever so slightly at the beautiful sight of Beverly Marsh.

    “Are you okay?” She asked worriedly as she approached them. “That looks like it hurts.”

    Ben shifted nervously and smiled. “Oh. No, I’m good. I just fell.”

   Richie scoffed. “Yeah, right into Henry Bowers.”

    Bill panicked, and shushed the boy, much to Beverly’s confusion. Y/n grew curious too.

    “Why? It’s the truth.” Richie defended.

    Beverly took a step forward, smiling coyly at Ben. “You sure they got the right stuff to fix you up?”

    She winked and Ben felt his heart might explode. He smiled bashfully and looked down at the ground.

    At that moment, the smaller boy had finished tending to him and had moved over to face Y/n’s leg. She hadn’t been paying attention and was surprised when she felt a tug on the cloth and she hissed in pain, drawing everyone’s attention.

    Eddie hesitated and looked up at her apologetically. “Oh, sorry. This is okay, right? That I do this? It’s just that right now you’re exposing yourself to hundreds and thousands of bacteria and infection and this really needs to be checked out, so unless you’re on your way to the hospital anytime time soon, I really think I-”

    Y/n chuckled and nodded her head, cutting him off.

    “Yes! Yes, it’s okay. I’d really appreciate it,” she smiled warmly, growing fond of this kid already. “I’m Y/n, by the way. Y/n L/n.”

    He nodded his head and for a moment he forgot how to speak. “Uh, Y/- Eddie. Eddie. I’m, Eddie. Kaspbrak.”

    Amused, she watched Eddie get to work. She heard him mutter something about how he should have grabbed latex gloves, and he gagged when he pulled the cloth off her leg. Everyone’s attention was pulled back to her and Eddie when he held the blood-soaked cloth far away from himself. Tossing it a few feet away from himself, they heard it land on the pavement with a sopping wet slap.

    Everyone, save for Beverly and Y/n, were shocked to see her actual wound. And poor Eddie looked as if he would faint.

    “Oh, my God! Oh, my-”

    “Holy, fuck!”

    “S-s-shit,”

    “That’s why we came here. All we could find was that cloth.”

    “Oh my God, where’s the gauze?” He looked to Richie in a panic. “Where’s the fucking gauze?”

    “Here take mine,” Y/n shoved her grocery bag at him and he took it gladly.

    He unwrapped the gauze and applied several strips to her leg in order to cover each cut. She leaned down, placing her hand on some of them to keep them in place for him while he unwrapped the bandages.

    “W-what happened anyway?” Bill looked between Y/n and Beverly.

    Bev shrugged, and Y/n grew quiet, her eyes shifting around. “cat,”

    Beverly frowned, clearly not buying it, knowing there wasn’t any cat around when I happened. Y/n met her eye, giving her. a look that screamed “Just please go with it,” And Bev let it go, for now.

    “What kind of cat could’ve done that?” Asked the boy with curly hair.

    Before Y/n could make up a lie, Richie jumped in, scoffing. “The bullshit kind, that’s what.”

    Y/n gave him a weak glare, letting her eyes fix on her leg as it was being wrapped up.

    “Thank you, Eddie.”

    “Sure thing.” He was just finishing up applying the special ace bandage tape from her bag. “You’re all set.”

    She gave him a warm smile and stood, wincing less. She smiled at the feeling. “It feels better already. Thanks again.”

    He nodded and stood to his feet.

    “Well, I guess we better get going.” Y/n said looking at Bev, who nodded.

    “Uh, t-thanks again, Beverly,” Bill said, referring to her distraction.

    She smiled. “Sure. Maybe we’ll see you around.”

    “Y-yeah, we were thinking about on-going to the q-q-quarry tomorrow,” he looked to Eddie briefly with a smirk, before returning his gaze to the two girls. “if you guys wanna come.”

    “Good to know. Thanks.” She replied.

    Y/n joined Beverly by her side, her bag of supplies she had retrieved in hand, and smiled. “Yeah, maybe we’ll see you guys there.”

    Her eyes landed on Eddie and he stood to his feet, much too fast. A pink hue dusting his cheeks. Y/n shared a nod with Beverly and the two were off, both of them casting a glance and wave at the group of boys before disappearing around the corner.

    Stanley turned quickly on Richie. “Nice going bringing up Bowers in front of Beverly.”

    “Yeah, dude, you heard what she did.”

    Ben, who had remained silent on the cartons, spoke up curiously. “What’d she do?”

    Richie smirked. “More like 'Who’d she do?’ From what I hear, the list is longer than my wang.”

    “That’s not saying much.” Stan retorted, rolling his eyes.

    Bill jumped in, his stutter got stronger. “T-t-they’re j-just rumors.”

    “Anyway,” Richie continued, addressing Ben. “Bill had her back in third grade. They kissed in the school play. The reviews said you can’t fake that sort of passion.”

    Ben’s heart sank, not in the least bit intrigued. And his sudden somber went completely unnoticed by the bickering boys. And somehow, all of them failed to notice the new figure painted behind the tire in the mural of the Bradley gang behind them. It was the pale white face of a clown, with a big crooked smile, and large tufts of orange hair and beady yellow eyes, right where Y/n’s head had been. It had been watching all of them.

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