#the losers of ‘89 were here
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I Want To Hold Your Hand
Fandom: IT (Muschietti Films)
Pairing(s): Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak), casual background Beverly and Stenbrough
Characters: (Major) Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, (More minor) Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Bill Denbrough and Stanley Uris
Rating: Honestly… probably my safest T in a while but I guess if language offends you, M
Description: “Fine, what do I want? I want to be your boyfriend. I want to hold your hand, Lennon-McCartney style. I want to take you out on dates and cuddle with you and make out listening to shitty music in your room. I want to tell you you look cute and—“ He was cut off by Eddie throwing himself at him, kissing him hard enough to send him back a step.
Author’s Note: Inspired by an idea of foulwitchqueen on Tumblr of how Richie would have asked Eddie to be his boyfriend. This is the REVISED version! Inspired by lyrics from “I Want to Hold Your Hand” by The Beatles.
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Eddie Kaspbrak was on cloud fucking nine.
For the first time he could remember in a while, he was actually grinning as he walked into school. Playing with one of the straps of his backpack, he felt his heart race in anticipation and he barely managed to get to his locker without getting lost. Spinning the combo this way and that nonsensically, he gathered his courage and glanced down the hall.
Several classrooms away, on the other side of the hall was his locker.
Richie Tozier’s locker.
Shaking his head and biting hard at his lip to stop from grinning like an asshole, Eddie turned away and tried to actually recall his combination. He wasn’t at all surprised that Richie wasn’t at school yet. It wasn’t uncommon for his… friend? He guessed? Whatever, it was normal for Richie to come crashing into class with only seconds to spare, sometimes still carrying his battered skateboard under his arm.
He wasn’t worried… He had only seen the boy in question an hour ago after all.
And it had been the best fucking weekend of his life, besides the sixteen hours he’d had to work between Saturday and Sunday, Eddie had hardly left his bedroom.
He felt his face warm, remembering the feeling of Richie’s hand on his cheek and his lips against his, the two of them tangled up on Eddie’s bed. All they’d done all weekend was make out and talk, laughing loudly when Eddie’s mom was at work and quietly when she wasn’t. On Saturday night, Eddie had even told his mom that Richie was spending the night and they’d giggled, setting up a bundle of blankets on his floor for when his mom checked in on them before bed.
Of course, Richie had slipped into bed with him seconds after she’d closed the door. He’d wrapped his arms around the other boy and their lips had met, playful and still exploratory.
He’d gone from spending pretty much ninety percent of his life wanting to kiss Richie Tozier to doing it so much his lips were starting to chap basically overnight and he was not complaining. They’d only bid each other goodbye that morning because Richie couldn’t show up to school in the same clothes he’d had on hanging out with Stan and Bill on Sunday while Eddie was working.
So, yes, it had definitely been the best fucking weekend of his life.
Finally getting his locker open, Eddie reached out and collected his geometry textbook but he couldn’t stop himself from casting one more glance down the hallway.
“Looking for someone?”
Jumping, Eddie nearly dropped his textbook and glared at Mike as he slipped around him, opening his locker right beside Eddie’s, “Jesus, Mike! Don’t scare me like that, asshole!”
Mike quirked an eyebrow, “I yelled at you from down the hall,” He gestured behind Eddie, “Figured you heard me.”
“Oh,” Eddie shifted, turning back to his locker and slamming the door shut, “I— I didn’t hear…”
Mike gave him a look and got his books out, “How was your weekend? You and Richie didn’t come to movie night at Bill’s on Saturday night so I didn’t see you.”
Eddie coughed, looking away and shrugging, “It was fine. I was just, uh, tired from work, you know, so I didn’t go. I have no idea why Richie didn’t show, I mean, besides that he’s a complete tool but, uh… what, uh, did you guys watch?”
Mike turned to look at Eddie, eyebrows drawing together, “Okay, psycho… It was Bill’s turn to pick so what do you think?”
“Silence of the Lambs,” Eddie nodded, eyes darting distractedly over Mike’s shoulder.
Mike looked back too before turning back to Eddie, “Okay, seriously, what is up with you?”
“Me?” Eddie asked, gaze snapping back to Mike’s as he shook his head, “Nothing. Nothing is up with me.”
“Fine,” Mike shook his head, closing his locker, “Well, I’m going to head to Lit but when you decide to tell me what’s up, you know I have free period during fifth. See you later, Eddie!”
Eddie smiled and waved to him, closing his eyes and cursing himself the second Mike’s back was turned. God, could he be anymore fucking obvious? Throwing his head back into his closed locker door once, he stood and sighed, looking down the hallway again.
His heart stopped.
Richie stood at his locker, forcing his skateboard in with one hand and jerking his economics textbook free with the other. As Eddie watched, he dropped the textbook on the ground and haphazardly slammed the locker shut. Smiling to himself and shaking his head, Eddie started toward him to help only to falter in his step halfway there.
Stevie Martin, a not unfortunate looking dark blonde Eddie recognized from his fourth period government class, had bounded up to Richie. She said something to him with a smirk before crouching down, almost getting on her damn knees in front of his —something?— to pick up the textbook. Licking her lips, she stood up slowly and Eddie watched as she let out a big laugh, reaching out and touching Richie’s arm as he laughed as well.
Scoffing, Eddie glanced away and shook his head, feeling like he’d been socked in the gut. All the excitement, all the anticipation he’d felt bubbling up in his chest a moment before was gone and all he felt now was like there was a lump in his throat. Coughing, his mind instantly went back to the weekend, their weekend… Friday night…
You’re not a joke to me… You’re not.
Richie had told him that just two days ago, hadn’t he? Like only forty-eight hours hours ago, right?
Well, maybe he wasn’t a joke to Richie, maybe he wasn’t… but he could also see he wasn’t anything fucking serious either.
Picking up his feet again, Eddie took off toward class, not daring to so much as glance over as he passed Richie and Stevie. If he didn’t think it would make him late, he’d have gone around the entire fucking building just to avoid them, but unfortunately he couldn’t. He didn’t have time to cry or be upset about his own idiocy either.
“Eds! Hey, Eddie!” He heard Richie’s voice calling after him and ducked his head, looking at his white Keds as he picked up his pace, escaping two doors down into his geometry classroom.
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Richie cocked his head to the side, confusedly watching Eddie slip into his first period class, “Huh…”
“What?” Stevie asked, following his gaze to look over her shoulder.
Richie blinked, having nearly forgotten Stevie’s existence after spotting Eddie, “Uh… Nothing, I just had a question to ask him…”
She nodded, fluffy blonde hair swinging, “So, I was thinking I could drop in on you next time you’re at work,” She shrugged, “My parents are always making me take my little brother to the arcade anyway and I just thought—“
“Sure, I don’t care,” Richie was only half paying attention, “Look, I gotta split. Econ’s like on the other side of the fucking school. Check you later, Stevs.”
Before she could bid him farewell, Richie took off after Eddie, coincidentally the very opposite of the best way to his economics class. Getting to the door, he peeked inside and found Eddie with his head down, bent over his textbook even with a whole minute left before the bell.
“Mr. Tozier?”
Richie looked around to see Ms. Allen giving him a unamused, pursed lip look, arms crossing over her chest, “If I remember correctly, I so very sadly don’t have you this semester.”
Glancing over to Eddie, Richie felt his heart swoop to his feet at meeting his gaze for a fraction of a second before he looked back at Ms. Allen with a mocking smirk, “Wait, this isn’t Econ?”
Ms. Allen narrowed her eyes at him, warningly, “Mr. Tozier…”
“Right,” Richie sighed, pointing over his shoulder and backing out of the room, “My bad. Sorry bout that, Hilary!”
Before Ms. Allen could give him detention, he ducked out of the class and took off down the hall.
A couple hours later, he dropped his chemistry textbook beside Eddie’s and fell into the chair beside the other boy. He’d been waiting for what seemed like forever to be beside him again, talking to him again.
Grinning, he elbowed his best friend, “Hiya, Eddie Spaghetti.”
Eddie’s eyes flickered over to him before returning to his notes open before him, coolly and mildly saying, “Hey.”
It wasn’t exactly the greeting he’d been anticipating… then again, he supposed they had to keep this thing pretty quiet, didn’t they? So, it made sense that Eddie was probably just making sure not to act out of the ordinary, not call attention to the two of them. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from accidentally brushing his arm against Eddie’s in the most casual way possible.
Eddie shot him a look before purposely scooting his chair away, creating a gap between them.
Richie’s eyebrows came together and he was about to ask what the fuck Eddie’s problem was when Mr. Dawson started up, calling the class to attention. Eddie ignored Richie’s every attempt to whisper to him and only acknowledged his existence to flick away the notes that Richie kept trying to pass him.
Sitting back in his seat, Richie glowered. Eddie didn’t even fucking need to pay attention in his damn class. He’d taken it because it counted toward his honors diploma, not because he needed it. He was taking Advanced Chem in the afternoon with Ben; this content was practically elementary to him so why was he acting like he had to scribble down every fucking thing Dawson said?
When the bell rang, Eddie slammed his textbook shut and didn’t even give Richie a chance to talk to him before rushing out of the room.
Seriously, what was his fucking problem, Richie wondered, gathering his things more slowly and lazily. He stuck his pencil behind his ear and froze as a thought suddenly struck him.
Jesus fuck, what if he changed his mind?
Swallowing down his panic, Richie shook his head. No. No, Eddie couldn’t have changed his mind. The universe couldn’t be that fucking twisted. Hell, Eddie was the one who fucking started this whole damn thing anyway, right? Sure, Richie had kissed Eddie first but only after Eddie had said that he liked Richie.
Shit, but what if he meant like a friend?
Uh, yeah, no. He thought back to the whole conversation from Friday night and shook his head, starting toward his next class. Eddie had not meant just like a friend. He’d meant more… he’d said that he more than liked Richie and then they’d spent the better part of two days blowing off their friends to make out and snuggle. So, no. That wasn’t it, couldn’t be it.
At lunch, Eddie didn’t even stand in line with him while he got his food like he usually did and he didn’t sit beside him either. Richie fell into his usual chair, trying to get Eddie’s attention by sulking at him. Eddie pointedly ignored him, sitting between Bill and Mike on the other side of the table.
Bill ran a hand through his hair and looked around, “Anyone w—wanna come over to my house t—tonight? Stan and I are g—gonna st—study.”
“Billiam,” Richie started, sitting back with a sigh, “You know what people really mean when they say ‘study’ right? You sure you want to invite all of us to sit in on that show?”
“Beep beep, Richie,” Stan glowered, taking a drink from his water, “We’re working on the essay I have due for Lit. Mike already said he’d come.”
“Alone with you and Bill,” Richie quirked an eyebrow, “I’m sure he will.”
“Rich,” Beverly shot him a look, “Shut the fuck up.” Sighing, he put his hands up in surrender as the red head turned to her boyfriend, “What do you think, babe?”
Ben shrugged, looking over at Eddie, who hadn’t touched his food yet, “Eddie, you free? We can work on that atomic equation project for AP chem?”
Eddie shrugged, picking up a baby carrot, “Yeah, okay.”
“I’ll come,” Richie broke in suddenly.
The other Losers looked at him questioningly while Eddie finally met his eye only to shoot him an annoyed glower. Still, it was something. Stanley raised his eyebrows, “I thought you didn’t want to ‘sit in on the show’, Trashmouth.”
Richie shrugged, giving Eddie a pointed look back, “Well, everyone else is going so I might as fucking well, too.”
Mike glanced between the two on either side of him and hummed to himself thoughtfully.
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After school, Eddie drove slowly to Bill’s, taking every detour and long way he could think of. He did not want to see Richie… It was embarrassing and he felt utterly humiliated. He was just so…
He’d wanted it so badly. He’d wanted Richie, wanted them being a them, so badly it had been a constant ache in his chest basically since he was 11 years old. And now he just felt like an idiot for ever thinking anything could really happen between them.
What had he even thought? That they’d be together forever? That he’d be the only person for Richie from now on? That Richie had wanted all the same things he did?
Yeah… he guessed he had but he’d been pretty fucking wrong, hadn’t he?
Maybe Richie did like him but Richie liked a lot of people and a lot of people liked Richie. He was fucking annoying but he was also so funny it made Eddie’s heart skip a beat. And in the last few years he had certainly grown into his looks, making him so handsome Eddie blushed sometimes just looking at him, then again Eddie had always thought he was cute but girls had started noticing as well.
Richie had already had three girlfriends, one of them even being pretty serious. They’d only broken up three months or so ago… what if Richie didn’t want something like that again?
What if he just wanted the making out and the fooling around in Eddie’s room? What if he just wanted the same old friend with just a few new extra benefits?
Because Eddie didn’t think that would be enough for him. Knew, actually, that it wouldn’t be, couldn’t be. Not anymore. Not when he’d tasted something more than that.
Pulling into Bill’s driveway, Eddie was a little surprised he’d actually made it without going off the road seeing as he couldn’t completely remember the drive. Turning his car off, he narrowed his eyes on Bill’s porch and was relieved to see there was no skateboard leaning against the house yet. Richie wasn’t inside.
Eddie got out of the car with his backpack over one shoulder, shoving his keys in his pocket and walking between Mike’s truck and Bill’s Plymouth that Bill, Richie, Mike and Ben had all spent most of the previous summer getting operational. Eddie had been around too but maybe—mostly—because of the way his heart raced watching Richie covered in smudges of grease and oil, eyebrows scrunched in concentration as he worked.
Shaking his head to clear it, Eddie dashed up the steps and knocked twice before going on in.
Bill and Stan were on the couch in the living room, Mike on the floor by the coffee table when Eddie got inside. Bill glanced up and quirked a smiled, “Y—you know you don’t ha—have to knock Eddie.”
“Sorry for being courteous,” Eddie quipped with a half smile, setting himself down beside Mike on the floor and getting out his Advanced chemistry book and starting on the assignment while the others talked about Lit.
“But I don’t get it,” Stanley said, shaking his head and waving his book under Bill’s nose, “It’s one story, one, so why is Ms. Burke having us talk about its power as an anthology?”
Bill smiled at him, pushing the book down gently between them, “B—because The Illustrated M-Man is an anth—th—thology, it’s just presented in the f—f—form of a single story.”
Stan stared at his boyfriend for a long moment before looking to Mike, “Did you get that?”
Mike shrugged and jerked his head in Eddie’s direction, “Ask the future valedictorian.”
“You don’t know I’ll get it. Monica Austin is only like a decimal point behind me and we still have three semesters until it’s announced,” Eddie warned, keeping his eyes on his homework.
“Monica Austin has the GPA she does because she takes softball classes,” Stan shook his head, “She’s never taken one step into an AP class or duel credit course. You deserve it. You’ll get it.”
Eddie bit back a smile and quietly highlighted a line from his notes before saying lightly, “It’s an anthology because it’s a series of stories but Bradbury purposefully wrote that all the stories exist in the same universe on the skin of the illustrated man himself. You could interpret it as Bradbury’s way of saying that we carry the stories of the world around with us everywhere we go.”
Stan and Mike stared at him for a moment before ducking simultaneously and scribbling in their notebooks.
A moment later, the door flew open and Eddie instinctually looked up to see Richie walking into the house backwards, arguing with Beverly as Ben followed the two looking exasperated.
“I never fucking said The Wall is better than The Dark Side of the Moon, Beverly, I just fucking said that Comfortably Numb is the best song on either of those albums,” Richie exclaimed.
“Fuck you, Tozier!” Beverly snapped in outrage, “Time is the best song out of everything on those two albums and if you say differently, you’re obviously kidding yourself! Fucking Us And Them is better than Comfortably Numb!”
Mike broke in, calling out to Ben, “Hey, Ben, how are you doing?”
Beverly and Richie quieted and Ben grinned at Mike, “A little better now, actually.”
Spotting Eddie sitting on the carpet, Richie threw himself down next to him and nudged him with his shoulder, “Why you been ignoring me all day, Eds?”
“Don’t call me that, fuckhead,” Eddie looked up at the other Losers, all of which were paying some degree of attention to him, and then glared at Richie, “And I wasn’t. Everything isn’t about you, Trashmouth.”
“Why are people always telling me that?” Richie asked before nudging Eddie again, “Come on, Eddie, I wanna talk to you.”
Shrugging, Eddie said, “Well, I’m going to work with Ben so I can’t—“
“You guys can talk,” Ben supplied after Beverly elbowed him hard in the ribs, “I think I got the first few equations.”
Rolling his eyes, Eddie shrugged, “Fine, whatever, I wanted water anyway.”
He got up and headed for the kitchen, Richie jumping up and following on his heels. Getting into the kitchen, the door slipped closed behind them and Eddie turned around, “What do you wa—“
He was cut off by Richie lips, one of which was still healing from being split open, on his. All his fight seemed to just evaporate and his arms came up out of instinct, slipping around Richie’s neck and pulling the taller boy closer without his brain even giving permission. Some voice in the back of his head was telling him that this was probably a bad idea.
He was mad at Richie, wasn’t he?
And all the others were just one unlocked door away, weren’t they?
But the rest of his entire being wanted nothing more than to just melt into this and it was so fucking hard to fight that craving. He’d missed Richie like oxygen all day, missed doing this with Richie. He hadn’t even let himself brush against the other boy and why? Because his ego was hurt? Was that why he’d been mad? Because he was honestly struggling to remember at the moment.
Richie backed him into the counter of Bill’s kitchen and Eddie felt a small part of reality come back to him. He shouldn’t be doing this… He couldn’t be doing this!
With a small gasp, Eddie dropped his hands to Richie’s chest and pushed him away, choking out, “Are you fucking nuts?”
“Actually, a little bit,” Richie argued, “You wouldn’t fucking talk to me all day!”
Eddie rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “Oh, please, you seemed prefect happy with that bottle blonde, Stevie Nicks wannabe.”
Richie tried not to but ended up turning away to laugh. Eddie, on the other hand, was not amused, “It’s not fucking funny, Richie! And if you’re into her fine but we have to stop this, whatever this is, now because— Why the fuck are you laughing?”
This just made Richie laugh harder and Eddie reached out to shove him away only for Richie to gently grab his arm and pull him closer, biting his lip until he had contained himself.
Looking down at Eddie, who was glaring at the zipper of Richie’s hoodie, he cleared his throat, “Look, I’m sorry.” He leaned in closer to meet Eddie’s sour gaze, “Eddie, I’m sorry for laughing, you’re right it’s not funny.”
Eddie tried again to push him away but Richie put an arm on either side of him, setting his hands on the counter to keep him in place, “Eds,” He dropped his voice quieter and drew Eddie’s attention begrudgingly back to him, “You’re right it’s not funny.”
Giving up on slipping away, Eddie fell back against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest again to try and put some space between them, “What do you want, Richie?”
“I told you, I just want to talk to you—“
“No,” Eddie shook his head, running his hand down his face and looking at the floor, “What do you want? Like, with us? What do you want to happen between us because I don’t want to be just the friend that you fool around with when you’re fucking bored, okay? I’m not going to—”
He was cut off but Richie kissing him again and this time Eddie managed to push him off right away, “Stop fucking doing that! I’m trying to talk to you, like you wanted!”
“But you’re saying shit that’s fucking stupid and I don’t want to hear it so,” Richie shrugged and Eddie looked at him unamused. Sighing, Richie shook his head, “Fine, what do I want? I want to be your boyfriend. I want to hold your hand, Lennon-McCartney style. I want to take you out on dates and cuddle with you and make out listening to shitty music in your room. I want to tell you you look cute and—“
He was cut off by Eddie throwing himself at him, kissing him hard enough to send him back a step. They kissed for a long moment before Eddie pulled away, dropping back down from his tip toes. Richie blinked, “Hey, you told me to stop fucking doing that—“
“I know I did,” Eddie sighed, looking up at Richie through his eyelashes and nearly sending the other boy into cardiac arrest, “But I couldn’t help myself. You were saying shit that was fucking wonderful and I didn’t think I could hear anymore and not kiss you so,” He shrugged, biting his lip.
Reaching up, Eddie put his hands against the back of Richie’s neck, lightly playing with the feather soft curls right there at the nape, “I want that, too. All of that. I was just… I was scared you didn’t.”
“You had a moment, fine,” Richie smirked and shrugged, “I’ll forgive you. So… You’ll be my boyfriend, then?”
Eddie rolled his eyes, the expression on his face one of utter endearment, “Yes, asshole, now come here.”
Pulling him down, Eddie kissed Richie again, opening his mouth and allowing Richie immediate access to his tongue. His boyfriend groaned, reaching out to grip his hips. His boyfriend, Eddie smiled into the kiss, brushing his teeth over Richie’s un-split lip before pulling away.
Brushing his hands down Richie’s shoulders, Eddie mumbled, “They’ll be wondering what we’re doing.”
“Fucking let them,” Richie muttered, going back in to continue their kiss but Eddie gently placed his hand on his cheek to keep him back.
Reaching down, Eddie grabbed Richie’s hand and lightly kissed it before nodding to the kitchen door, “Come on, Trashmouth.”
Leading the way, Eddie dropped Richie’s hand as they slipped through the door. Taking his seat back on the floor, he shot Richie a half smile when he sat beside him, even closer than before.
“So, Eddie,” Mike asked, calling the boy’s attention, “Where’s that water you were getting?”
Bev, Ben and Bill all fought to hold back their laughter, burying their faces further in their books.
Eddie felt his face grow warm and he looked down at his notes, “I just, uh, forgot, I guess.”
“Well, you were pretty busy with Richie’s tongue halfway down your throat,” Stan stated in monotone, shrugging. That broke the others, sending them into hysterics. “Mazel tov, idiots.”
“How—?” Eddie gaped, looking at Richie who looked confused as well.
“You guys are so f—f—fucking loud!” Bill shook his head, stuttered worsened by his laughter.
Beverly giggled and nodded, “God, we heard like every word! But, I mean, fucking finally!”
“Yeah, congratulations on being the last two to figure out that you two should be dating,” Ben quipped, giving them both a genuine smile.
Mike reached over and clapped Eddie on the back, “I knew something was up this morning!”
#revised#the losers of ‘89 were here#the losers club#losers club#reddie#eddie kaspbrak#richie tozier#stanley uris#mike hanlon#ben hanscom#bill denbrough#beverly marsh#it (2017)#it: chapter two
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LOSERS CLUB/NIGHTMARE TIME Mashup: Abstinence Camp
If you were to ask what was the worst summer of Richie Tozier's life, he would answer, "The summer of '89," no questions asked.
But fast forward to the age of 17, and his parents decided to top that by sending him somewhere more horrible than he could imagine: Abstinence Camp.
Camp Idontwannabang was boring and lame, and the camp counselors were creepy as hell. The only positive thing was that Eddie was here too, and any chance he could get to spend time with Eddie was always great, especially when they're far away from Derry and they can act like boyfriends without having to be afraid.
Sure, the purpose of the whole place was to stop them from having fun, but there was always a way around that, especially since Richie's heard about a secret spot that the teenagers can sneak off to without any of the camp counselors knowing. Richie isn't expecting anything from Eddie when he plans to take the shorter boy to that spot; he just wanted to be able to kiss his boyfriend without having to be forced to make a wallet.
But there was something in Richie that was telling him to put off taking Eddie to that spot.
Things take a turn when they notice that a lot of campers have gone missing, always in pairs, and always the ones who have gone to that secret spot. Richie and Eddie begin to feel uneasy about the whole thing. When they manage to sneak away, they decide to head to the woods to investigate and come across the half-naked corpses of two more campers, hacked into pieces and covered in a pool of blood. Richie and Eddie barely have time to react when they hear the sound of stomping growing closer and closer. For the first time since they were kids, they feel that familiar feeling of fear.
#reddie#otp: he knew well enough#richie tozier and eddie kaspbrak#losers club in nightmare time au#IT 2017#stephen king's IT#source: team starkid
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ok nobody's gonna see or care this but I'm gonna rant bc I am sick of my life and maybe someone can relate: so long story short, I'm a 27 year old graphic designer who was working 2 years at a big e-commerce shop until the new asshole supervisor didn't want to continue my contract that expired bc of his hurt ego bc I (along w pretty much everyone else bc he liked to pick fights w ppl from all departments bc he got into everyone's business) dared to argue w him BC HE KEPT CHANGING HIS MIND EVERY TWO MINS AND KEPT CONTRADICTING HIMSELF ALL THE TIME. so I lost my job last October and ever since I'm unemployed. I live in germany (Berlin) so I get unemployment money, but it only lasts for a year and it's already the end of July and I still can't manage finding a job although I've probably applied to 90 jobs by now of which only about 10-15 turned into job interviews - or the new trend "getting to know you meetings". of which only 1 invited me for a 2nd interview. now I get there's sadly so many designers, the job market is kinda oversaturated and for one job probably 20-30 ppl apply. but then sometimes this isn't even the problem. I had an interview for what seemed to be my dream job so I was super excited for this but then when I met the two guys doing it, they were very underwhelming. I mean little to no reaction to what I was telling them about myself and at the end they only asked 3 quite superficial questions. that's it. meanwhile others for companies I'm less suitable for, ask me like 20. then there's this other case, where they give you tasks and I don't mind tasks but one time I'd have needed the whole creative suit for them and like - hello? I'm unemployed and don't have the extra money to spend 60 euros every month on Adobe? I only an old Photoshop Version and that's it. then another time they gave me tasks that were only 40% graphic design related (but very vague descriptions/no real info) and 60% marketing/copyright related and like sorry, but I only have basic marketing knowledge and I'm not a fcking ad writer? there's this trend nowadays, they say they want a graphic designer but what they really want is a graphic designer / marketing expert / social media manager / copywriter / photographer / editor / etc. but still w only a graphic designer salary, so they don't have to pay five different ppl. like FCK YOU!
and thing is, in my desperation I even applied to random jobs (which said "No experience needed" in the description) like vendor or barrista. even in a copyshop where I thought I should fit in bc of my knowledge of print products, but either no response at all or I "lacked sale experience". bc Idk how it's in other countries but here you need a certificate for anything. even for a shop vendor you need a 3 year long apprenticeship. for a moment I contemplated going freelance or self-employed but a) I got no fcking clue how and what I have to do and b) taxes and insurance system in Germany is insane, I read an article and was overwhelmed.
So yeah, I'm getting fed up and sad and mad mostly also very anxious about my fcking future bc it honestly seems like I'll end up just moving back to my parents at this point. idk what to do anymore. I try and try and try, but nothing happens and I'm just done. the pressure is overwhelming and the sad thing is, I purposely decided not to visit my relatives/my grandparents this summer (the live in greece) thinking I "might find a job" and even if not, I don't have the extra money for plane tickets! they're extremely overpriced. and it's sad bc whenever I talk to my grandparents they say they miss me and how they're worried about me being unemployed. and my grandparents aren't the youngest anymore either (83 and 89) and I haven't seen then in a year, so that only saddens me more on top of feeling like an overall loser.
#young adult#adult life#real life#work life#personal rant#feeling lost#feeling depressed#Greek#i need a job and money#jobsearch#job seekers#the universe hates me#self pity
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Sexyman Poll Analysis
Preamble
While the official total vote count is easily found underneath every finished poll, the numbers for each option aren't. All individual option numbers were found with math. (Total vote count) * (percent finished with)%. If any of my numbers are wrong, feel free to correct me! This is all just done for fun.
For the most part, to prevent myself from saying the same things over and over again, the format is going to be:
(Winner) vs (Loser). Total count. Won with (Winning count), loser had (losing count), for a difference of (difference). Any additional comments would go here.
Bonus ish
Here's the full spreadsheet, if you don't want to see me break it down in text.
Round 1
Round one had the most battles, the cleanest shutouts, and biggest differences.
Lewis Pepper vs. Professor Venomous. 34,726. Won with 17,710, loser had 17,016, for a difference of 694. Aside from the polls that had equal votes, this is the closest difference out of all of them, including the other 51%-49% poll in round 2.
Bill Cipher vs. Guzma. 38,543. Won with 24,282, loser had 14,261 for a difference of 10,021.
Almond Cookie vs. The Warden. 27,914. Won with 19,261, loser had 8,653, for a difference of 10,608. This was the least voted match overall.
Megamind vs. The Once-ler. 46,989. Won with 31,013, loser had 15,976, for a difference of 15037. This match up has the highest amount of total votes for round one, but it doesn't have much else going for it.
Sans vs. Junkrat. 42,742. Won with 37,186, loser had 5,556, for a difference of 31,630. This match up nearly has the highest difference (mentioned in biggest sweep in summary) but what it's narrowly gotten stolen, it makes up for in highest individual vote of round one. Out of all the round 1 winners, Sans has a extra 5,336 votes above the 2nd most voted character.
Tony the Talking Clock vs. Black Hat. 31,634. Won with 18,348, loser had 13,286, for a difference of 5,062.
Raymond vs. King Dice. 36,764. Won with 18,382, loser had 18,382, with no difference. Seems to me as if Tumblr choose a winner randomly? I don't know enough about how polls work in the terms of a tie breaker. My instinct tells me if there was even 1 extra vote it would've been shown as 51%-49%, but also 1 percent of this match would've been about 368 votes, so there's a lot of wiggle space.
Wheatley vs. Doc Ock. 37,414. Won with 20,204, loser had 17,210, for a difference of 2,994.
Komaeda vs. Dr. Habit. 30,329. Won with 22,443, loser had 7,886, for a difference of 14,557.
Cecil Palmer vs. Slenderman. 38,130. Won with 20,209, loser had 17,921, for a difference of 2,288.
Jack Skellington vs. Turbo. 35,786. Won with 31,850, loser had 3,936, for a difference of 27,914. Turbo is the least voted for individual in the entire poll. Also, this match has the highest percentage win for the entire competition at 89%.
Ingo vs. Bruno Madrigal. 37,674. Won with 20,344, loser had 17,330, for a difference of 3,014.
Spamton vs. Purple Guy / Michael Afton. 36,280. Won with 23,582, loser had 12,698, for a difference of 10,884.
Loki vs. Alastor. 33,986. Won with 21,411, loser had 12,575, for a difference of 8,836.
Reign vs. Beetlejuice. 42,815. Won with 28,686, loser had 14,129, for a difference of 14,557
Herobrine vs. Benrey. 34,405. Won with 22,707, loser had 11,698, for a difference of 11,009. Final match of round one, but sadly a uninteresting one.
Overall, round 1 had an average of 36,633 votes, and the most records. (Lowest total vote match, highest difference match, and lowest individual count)
Strong beginnings!
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salutations michelle dreamquackity it is almost 7am my time and I’ve been reading various dnf fanfictions the bast 6 hours bc.. idk. i don’t know where to take this, so I took it here because I saw a lot of ur posts on my dash. idk.
also some rando is like asking why I hate buildmart on Twitter and I don’t fucking know why like I have 24 followers how did you get here
it’s also weird bc I made a thread of just me ranting like a month ago and some OTHER rando commented on it earlier like a few hours ago and it was just one of those trolls who just says weird shit to you because they’ve got to like. think ur dumb or something. no actually I’m gonna tell you what they said you see ok so. i made this thread back when losers on Twitter were going “georgenap just have nOoOoOoO respect for the dsmp and lore and should be kicked off” which was stupid as fuck and whatever I had like 15 followers I don’t care no one reads my blabberings I make a rant thread- whatever it happens like every month. so that was last month, yes? now this weirdo just shows up yesterday out of nowhere and says “sir this is a kfc.” by good bitch this is MY 24 FOLLOWER ACCOUNT I made this thread LAST FUCKING MONTH it has TWO LIKES on the first tweet and no more. this isn’t a kfc you ****, this is my FUCKING HOUSE. get off my LAWN you are CRUSHING MY PETUNIAS!!!!!!! anyway moral of the story is I CRUSHED that twit in internet combat because they were a fucking moron. like I know I’m a very obvious dream stan and you probably think we’re all easy targets or some shit but that doesn’t mean I’m a fuckin idiot, get dunked loser. i mean they literally followed up with “do you want a cheese burger or a lettuce burger?” ok 1. you said KFC kfc has CHICKEN it is LITERALLY IN THE NAME. are you stupid??? like actually??? 2. what the fresh fuck is a lettuce burger. like I’m 89% sure they went “haha stupid dream stan, easy target. there’s no way this guy has more brain cells than I do” nah but I diiiiid. i had like twice the amount of brain cells AT LEAST.
cheese burger or lettuce burger have they never been to a fast food place in general 😭😭
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Tafsir Ibn Kathir: Surah Al-A’raf Ayah 148-149
In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.
7:148 And the people of Musa made in his absence, out of their ornaments, the image of a calf (for worship). It had a sound.
Did they not see that it could neither speak to them nor guide them to the way! They took it (for worship) and they were wrongdoers.
7:149 And when they regretted and saw that they had gone astray, they said:
"If our Lord have not mercy upon us and forgive us, we shall certainly be of the losers!''
Story of worshipping the Calf
Allah tells;
And the people of Musa made in his absence, out of their ornaments, the image of a calf (for worship). It had a sound.
Allah describes the misguidance of those who worshipped the calf that As-Samiri made for them from the ornaments they borrowed from the Copts. He made the shape of a calf with these ornaments and threw in it a handful of dust from the trace of the horse that the
Angel Jibril was riding, and the calf seemed to moo. This occurred after Musa went for the appointed term with his Lord, where Allah told him about what happened when he was on Mount Tur.
Allah said about His Honorable Self,
(Allah) said: "Verily, We have tried your people in your absence, and As-Samiri has led them astray.'' (20:85)
The scholars of Tafsir have different views over the calf, whether it actually became alive and mooing, or if it remained made of gold, but the air entering it made it appear to be mooing. These are two opinions. Allah knows best.
It was reported that when the statue mooed, the Jews started dancing around it and fell into misguidance because they adored it. They said that this, the calf, is your god and the god of Musa, but Musa forgot it!
Allah answered them,
Did they not see that it could not return them a word (for answer), and that it had neither power to harm them nor to do them good. (20:89)
Allah said here,
Did they not see that it could neither speak to them nor guide them to the way,
Allah condemned the Jews for falling into misguidance, worshipping the calf and ignoring the Creator of the heavens and earth, the Lord and King of all things. They worshipped besides Him a statue made in the shape of a calf, that seemed to moo, but it neither spoke to them nor brought them any benefit. Rather, their very sense of reason was blinded because of ignorance and misguidance.
They took it (for worship) and they were wrongdoers.
Allah's statement,
And when they regretted,
and felt sorrow for their action,
and saw that they had gone astray, they said: "If our Lord have not mercy upon us and forgive us, we will certainly become among the losers.''
or among the destroyed ones. This was their recognition of their sin and their way of seeking salvation from Allah the Most Mighty and Majestic.
#god#allah#islam#quran#ayat#hadith#dua#religion#pray#prayer#salah#muslim#muslimah#revert#revert to islam#convert#convert to islam#help#revert help#islam help#revert help team#welcome to islam
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The Art of (Smashing) Crockery Chapter 15: Rubber Biscuit
Summary: Stede overhears something he shouldn't. Izzy confronts Ed about his intentioned with Stede.
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The Family Man takes his wife’s car in to get the oil changed without being asked. The Family Man gets the dry cleaning without being asked. The Family Man plays with his children, but not pirates (because of the nightmares), without being asked. The Family Man takes out the garbage without being asked.
The Family Man tries to do the physical tasks, the actions, the movements that show his love, because he is only sure of one thing: he must remain the Family Man at all costs. So he doesn’t think about all the time he’s spent at work texting the person who feels closer to him than the woman he’s been married to for over a decade. He doesn’t think about the fact that the only people who treat him like he imagines should aren’t related to him, and don’t live under his roof. He doesn’t think about how his new friendships are more important to him than fatherhood. Because that’s not what Family Men do. They keep it in the family. They put up with family. They endure their family to the bitter end.
What kind of loser would abandon his wife and children, anyway? Not the Family Man. That isn’t an option.
So the Family Man is taking out the garbage without being asked because those are the actions of a Family Man. And he tells himself that that is enough, that his wife won’t ask anymore from him, not now. Won’t ask for love or tenderness or attention. When it occurs to him that she might need those things, and it occurs to him very rarely, he takes a breath in and out and pushes it right out of his mind. Nobody needs those things. He’s proof of that. He’s here.
He has memorized the lists of tasks he must perform for his role, and he accomplishes them day by day.
The Family Man tosses trash bags into the can at the side of the house. He grips the handle of the can and sighs. He hears a car pull up.
“Thanks for the ride, Ev.”
“No problem, hon. You remember what we talked about?”
Mary sighs. “Yes. I heard you. I wish it were as simple as that.”
“You just gotta rip off the bandaid. Trust me, it’ll go great. You’ll both be so much happier once you’ve done it.”
“I don’t think so, Ev. He’s trying. It’s not great, but he’s trying. We both have to try, don’t we?”
“Mary, that man is gay as a three-dollar bill.”
“Evelyn!” Mary grits her teeth. “You’ve made your point, I’ll think about it, now go!”
The car pulls away. The Family Man stares at his hand gripping the handle until he hears the front door close. He takes in a deep breath, and then lets it out. He rolls the trash can out to the street.
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Stede has started bringing people to the Rage Room. New friends he’s made lately, those weirdos from that Halloween party. Ed doesn’t mind. He’s getting in too deep, he knows. They text all day, and well into the night. They Skype, talk on the phone, watch movies at the same time. Stede’s been to Ed’s place a couple of times, just to borrow a movie or lend an outfit (or seven). And Ed is crazy about Stede. He suspects that Stede feels the same way, but the man has no clue.
Ed is pretty sure that Stede is deeply closeted. Like, 89% sure. And it’s wearing Stede down, the fact that everyone around him sees him in a different way from how he sees himself. Ed could wave his hand around and point out that every single friend Stede has made in this last month is queer, that everyone who ever meets him knows he’s gay, and he could point out all of the things Stede does that are so gay-coded you can see his gayness from space… but the look on Stede’s face when he brings up how others treat him… Stede is so accepting of everyone else, but Ed knows enough about Stede to know that accepting that part of himself would mean losing a lot else in his life.
Ed is going to be the one person in Stede’s life who doesn’t harass him about his sexuality if it kills him. But, again, he’s in deep. He has a giant crush on the most oblivious man on the planet. So they suffer together in their friendship in contrast to the happiness they could have as a couple.
And Ed knows that he likely just has to wait. Be patient and let Stede figure himself out. He’s so close.
“Listen, man, I don’t know if I have the temperance for this.” Swede Jensen’s slow Californian drawl pipes through Ed’s headphones. Ed doesn’t know this man very well, except his name is pronouncedSuedeand he is very unhappy about his parents’ inability to spell. That and he reeks of pot.
“I don’t either, Swede, that’s what makes it fun. You just sort of… let go.” Stede swings the bat and sends a table lamp flying.
Ed broadcasts his voice into the room. “I think your friend’s problem is he’s let go a little too much, mate.”
Swede just shrugs and slowly picks up his own bat. “I’m just not a violent person, man. I’d rather watch you destroy things or whatever.” He half-heartedly nudges a mug with the end of the bat. It lazily falls to the floor and cracks.
Stede scratches the back of his head. “Maybe you need some music? Ed! I think Swede needs some-”
“I got it, I got it.” Ed brings up his messy collection of playlists. “What do you want to here, Swede?”
“Oh, I dunno, something weird I guess.” Swede watches Stede obliterate a food processor.
“You got it. I’ve got something perfect for this.” Ed smirks and loads up a list he’s had for a while now.
The Queen’s High Seas by Boris Slavov pipes into the room, and Stede looks up at where he knows the camera to be.
“Ed, what the hell is his?”
Ed laughs. “Perfect rage music, man! Just get into it! Feel the rhythm! Make it work for you!”
He watches as they both attempt to destroy around $750 in consumer goods to the rhythm of the song, and Ed wishes not for the first time that he was recording this. When the song ends he loads upPutting on the Style by Lonnie Donegan so he can watch Stede mouth “What the fuck?” at him. But Swede seems to be into it.
When Popcorn by Hot Butter starts, Stede just shrugs and keeps going. But Swede drops his bat, throws up his hands, and with a “Yeah! This is the song!” starts grooving and jumping up and down the only way a man blazed out of his mind on marijuana at a public place of business can. Soon all three of the men are giggling.
“What the fuck are you laughing about?” Ed jumps and looks over to see Izzy on the other side of the counter, glaring as usual.
“Izzy! I’m playing weird shit for Stede. You should hear some of the stuff I’ve found.” He turns back to the screen, only for Izzy to grab his arm.
“What the fuck do you want, mate?”
Izzy sighs. “It’s my night off, Ed. We’re supposed to go out.”
Ed grimaces. “Shit man, I forgot. Don’t worry, they’ve only got like twenty minutes left, then I’ll close up and we’ll go.”
Izzy rolls his eyes. “I don’t want to sit around for twenty fuckin’ minutes while you imagine flirting with some rich straight asshole you can never have.”
“Shit, you’re really a downer, aren’t you? Stede’s my friend.”
“Yeah, friend. I’m your friend too, but you don’t spend all day blowing up my phone with texts on inane bullshit and spending every waking moment talking about me, do you?”
“Well, I don’t do that because you’dfucking hate it, Iz, I know that. Let me do my job here.”
“You need to stop this, Edward. You’re just going to get your heart broken again. I don’t have time to pick you up off the floor again, I have a life and shit I’ve gotta do. Be a big boy and break it off before you’re in too deep.”
Ed shrugs and loads up Sukiyaki by Kyu Sakamoto. He hears Stede say, “Actually, I kinda like this one. It’s… relaxing?” Stede shows his relaxation by stomping on a lightbulb.
Ed smiles and sighs. Izzy is too late. Stede’s already lodged in his heart. And Ed knows that his heart breaks worse than it does for other people, but right now he thinks it’s worth the risk.
“I looked this asshole up, you know? He’s an entitled, spoiled twat. He works for one of the most evil fucking corporations in the city. And he’s married. He has kids. What do you have to offer him? Fucking nothing.”
Ed pulls his headphones off and lunges at Izzy, who slips towards the door.
“Go spend your fucking night off alone if you’re gonna be like that. You don’t know shit about him or me.”
“I’ve been your best friend for thirty years, Edward. I know everything about you.”
Ed bites his tongue back from saying what he wants to say. You don’t know how pissed I am that you make me feel like a project. You don’t know that I am one of the rich assholes you despise so much. You don’t know that I donate more to your group home than you take home in a year. You don’t know how closed I’ve been to running away, starting over, to giving up. You don’t know that Stede is the only thing keeping me sane right now, the only person who doesn’t think I need to be fixed. You don’t know…
But it isn’t the time or place to say any of those things, even if Ed thought Izzy would listen.
“Just get the fuck out, man. Every time I get happy about anything you try to make me miserable again. Find some other asshole’s life to fuck with.”
Ed puts on his headphones and glances at the screen. He watches Stede giving Swede a high-five. His new friend’s sun fills up his vision as his old friend’s dark cloud blows out the door into the evening.
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Excerpt from blog Hear Something Weird:
Recruiting: Five of my bestest friends to form a band. This is the only song we will play:
Rubber Biscuit - The Chips.
Triflers need not apply.
Comments:
BlueSwedeShoes86: wait is this serious
BlueSwedeShoes86: if this is real im in
BlueSwedeShoes86: it it isnt serious lmk ok
Chapter 16
#ofmd modern au#modern alternate universe#ellie modern au#cross posted on ao3#ofmd fanfic#our flag means death fanfic#ellie aosc
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Promt list
1. "Oh, don't stop on our account."
2. "Why can't you ever just trust me?"
3. "Where did you even get that?"
4. "I can't believe this is what you looked like as a baby... our kid is gonna be super cute"
5."Ooh kinky, I like it."
6."I know you're awake."
7." Here, I saved you a seat."
8. "Lay back, relax, let me take care of you."
9. "You cannot be serious right now."
10."You promised me I wouldn't have to do that ever again."
11."If you leave, we're done. I mean it this time."
12."I thought you were supposed to be handy?"
13."You are irresistible."
14. "you're not going to speak to them like that."
15."I'm fine..just...just tell me you love me."
16."you're sorry? YOU'RE SORRY?!"
17."Don't make me say something I'm going to regret."
18.".....I have no idea what you expect me to do with that."
19."What do you think? And I want your honest opinion."
20."How could you possibly be horny right now?!"
21."Hey, I'm gonna have to call you back. Something just came up."
22."Just tell me what you want me to say, and I'll say it."
23."So, was it all just a game to you? Did you ever care about me?!"
24."Stop! Please stop! I can't take anymore!"
25."Come here, I've got you."
26."Has that ever worked on anyone?"
27."Really? I would have guessed you were a model."
28."On the count of three, and loser buys. Ready?"
29."Well, those are new."
30. "you make me so happy"
31."You're getting way too comfortable around me."
32."Then why are you still here?! Go!"
33."I'm not doing this with you. Not again."
34."I loved you with every single part of me." "....you don't love me anymore?"
35."That's not what I said. Don't put words in my mouth."
36."Do you mean it this time? I need you to be honest with me."
37."There you go, good as new."
38."What is all this?!"
39."Is this really how you want to end this? After everything we've been through and overcome?"
40."How are you so pretty first thing in the morning?"
41."I mean, come on, it's not even fair!"
42."I want you to wear this, and only this."
43."I want to scream it from the rooftops!"
44."You can't expect me to just drop everything anytime you call."
45."That's not what love is."
46. Give me a chance
47. Not you again
48. Leave me alone
49. I don't love you anymore
50. We can't keep this up forever
51. Don't leave me
52. You're such a disappointment
53. I never meant to hurt you
54. Are you upset with me?
55. I fucked up
56. So that's it? It's over?
57. There was never an us
58. Dance with me
59. I'm so in love with you
60. Will you marry me?
61. Do you trust me?
61. Can I kiss you right now?
63. You look so cute
64. Is that my shirt?
65. Shut up and kiss me right now
66. You're making me blush
67. Of course, I remembered
68. Are you jealous? It's kinda cute
69. This is why I fell in love with you
70. I'm in love with you
71. please don't leave me
72. you are so adorable when you're half asleep
73. but I want to hear you sing
74. don't be stubborn, try it.
75. Don't get up I'll do it
76. will you let me rub your back
77. star-gazing was a good idea
78. you look beautiful/handsome in tonight's moonlight
79. I'll always be here for you
80. I'll be here to protect you
81. I think I love you
82. I love you, my love
83. it's okay I couldn't sleep anyway
84. I want to stay up with you beautiful
85. I love your hugs
86. how about a kiss? For luck
87. shhh, go back to bed baby
88. you were so cute speaking in your sleep
89. you are my favorite pillow
90. why haven't you kissed me yet?
91. I've been waiting all my life for you
92. I'm better when I'm with you
93. I want you and only you baby.
94. you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
95. it's always been you.
96. sharing a bed for the first time
97 blanket fort
98. fireside hot chocolates
99. patching up a wound
100. forehead nuzzles/kisses
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ok so i’m genuinely confused as to why a significant chunk of the fanbase on here keeps calling jon an idiot for mag 89
as in “lmaooooaoao he’s so stupid why would he shake the hand of someone who is literally made of boiling wax what did he think would happen”
because i’ve listened to that episode like three times and that isn’t what happened??
she got angry at the start because he refused to shake her hand
JUDE
You wouldn’t shake my hand.
ARCHIVIST
Well, no, I’m not stupid! Whatever the Lightless Flame is –
and then forced him to do it at the end of the episode for information
JUDE
That’s him. I know where you can find him.
ARCHIVIST
Where?
JUDE
Not for free.
ARCHIVIST
Okay. What do you want?
JUDE
Oh, nothing much. Just shake my hand.
there’s a possibility i’ve been reading the general fan consensus wrong, but in what possible way does this translate to “jon is stupid and shook jude perry’s hand lmao what a loser” when he clearly only did it to get information about mike crew (information that he doesn’t see another way he’ll be able to get)? he knew exactly what he was getting into (his reluctance at the beginning of the episode) but as far as he knows this is the only viable lead he has. and, as his thought process has been the entire show, if he has to get hurt to follow it, then so be it
also there was every possibility jude wouldn’t have let him walk away without at least burning him: she hates the eye in general and the archivist in particular because of what happened with agnes
so jon isn’t stupid, he’s just constantly being put in a position where circumstances have been literally manipulated to give him no other possible options
this goes for the table-smashing too: it’s actually a surprisingly logical move for someone who’s just discovered that their friend has been dead for an entire year and they didn’t even notice. as multiple people have pointed out, in fantasy, destroying the vessel holding a malevolent entity usually destroys or at least weakens the entity (didn’t they also say this in a q&a?) and jon’s only other real point of reference is gerry burning leitners, which usually works. also it was an incredibly stressful situation where he didn’t know any of the crucial information (eg that the table and the notthem were of different entities because at this point he doesn’t know that the entities EXIST) and wanted some form of revenge for sasha
the lack of knowledge isn’t his fault either; jonah and the web set this entire situation and hid information from jon, and it worked because they are master manipulators who hold every possible string, not because jon is stupid (he... isn’t, that’s the point of this entire, increasingly long post). one of the main problems might be that people are judging his decisions in hindsight, with knowledge of the lore and the consequences that ensued, without taking into account that jon had no way of knowing any of this
and then people turn around and compare him to sasha who “wouldn’t have made so many stupid mistakes and gotten marked so quickly because she’s smart and jon is not”??? in her statement she followed the distortion (who is, in my opinion, far more threatening at first glance than jude perry or mike crew due to knife finger and generally messed up proportions) without any apparent hesitation at all, and was marked by the corruption and the spiral in quick succession, to get information. but people hold her up as this flat paragon of perfection who would have solved all the problems if she were archivist??
jonah and the web would still be manipulating her, and sure they might have to use different methods, but she would charge into danger just as readily than jon (the aforementioned distortion encounter and mag 39)
guys it’s a cosmic horror tragedy, it’s deliberately written so that there’s no good or easy solution to the conflict and no one gets what they “deserve” (jon didn’t “deserve” everything that happened to him by making some decisions that in hindsight weren’t well thought out; sasha didn’t “deserve” to become archivist by merit of getting less screentime and therefore less scrutiny than jon). if we were in the same position, would we honestly say we would have done anything different?
wow this is a long post and i didn’t even talk about the coffin thing (he made a choice to come back but it seems like no one wants him back, so he feels like he needs to justify his continued existence by saving daisy)
so anyway tldr: jon is impulsive and self-sacrificial but he isn’t stupid, the just world fallacy is bs, the web and jonah both suck, and if sasha was archivist things would have gone very similarly because they are very similar characters, stop reducing her to this perfect archetypal hero when she had flaws that are evident even when she only appeared for like five episodes
#:/#tma#the magnus archives#jonathan sims#jon archivist#ginger yells#ginger shut up challenge#tma spoilers#right#yeah bc i talked about jimmy magma and the mum of marionnettes#[throws this out into the void because i haven’t even been active in this fandom for long#but holy Crap have i seen a lot of ‘jon is stupid’ posts]#oh jeez am i going to get backlash for this#probably#whatever it’s worth it#i did not proofread and i wrote this on my phone have fun#long post
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Watching You Watch Her
Fandom: IT (Muschietti Films)
Pairing(s): Pining but not established Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak), Richie Tozier x Sandy Montgomery (OC), Stenbrough (Stanley Uris x Bill Denbrough) and Benverly (Ben Hanscom x Beverly Marsh), Mike Hanlon x Mila Roberts (OC)
Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Beverly Marsh, Sandy Montgomery (OC), Mila Roberts (OC)
Rating: T
Description: Eddie struggles with the fact that Richie has a girlfriend, one that is actually pretty much perfect.
Author’s Note: This is the REVISED version of Watching You Watch Her. If you see any typos, let me know!
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Why did she have to be so fucking great?
Eddie contemplated this question as he watched Sandy Montgomery from across the room, cuddled up against the side of his best friend. Richie’s arm was slung over her shoulders and with her free hand, she had reached up to intertwine her fingers with his. He was absentmindedly tracing from her knuckles to the blood red fingernails that matched her shade of lipstick and the ribbon in her hair oh-so-fucking perfectly while he talked enthusiastically with Mike beside him.
Mike was a traitor, Eddie thought as he narrowed his eyes on them and took a sip from his red solo cup, grimacing slightly at the concoction Beverly had made him. Mike had promised him that if he came to the stupid fucking party with the rest of them that he and his current girlfriend, Mila, would stay by his side. Mike was across the room and Mila was doing shots with Beverly in the kitchen. And Eddie was standing against the wall all alone, per usual.
They were probably talking about their fucking stupid band. Richie played guitar decently and Mike could drum. They’d just started playing together at the start of the school year a couple months back and now it was all they fucking discussed.
Sighing, Eddie rolled his eyes and felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned his head to find Stanley sliding into place beside him. He quirked an eyebrow and had to practically yell to the other to be heard over the music, “I thought you weren’t coming?”
“It’s Jack Colins’ party. I’m not leaving Bill alone with all these drunk baseball players.” Stan sighed, looking out at the room.
Eddie shrugged. Jack Colins was the captain of Derry High’s baseball team, which Bill had played main pitcher for since Sophomore year. He, Mike, Ben and Bev were the only reason the Losers had even been invited parties of this kind, as the athletes of the group. Mike was the varsity star quarterback and Ben and Bev both ran track and field.
His eye line fell back upon Richie and Sandy and he felt annoyance flare to life in his chest. Before he could stop himself, he said, “Sandy wasn’t even invited.”
Stanley eyed him from the corner of his eye before sighing, “She’s Richie’s girlfriend. Loser by association, right? Those are the rules so she gets the same invites the rest of us do. Mila, too.”
Eddie set his jaw before taking another long gulp from his drink, “I know that. But we came up with those rules in middle school, when we were desperate for friends. It’s different now.”
“Different because?” Stanley asked, turning to give Eddie a hard look.
Eddie glanced away and shrugged, taking another drink, “Just because, okay? You’re dating another Loser, it’s not like it affects you anyway.”
“Are you jealous?” Stanley asked, bluntly.
Eddie nearly choked on his drink, sputtering and stammering, “What?! Why—Why would I be— I’m not jealous!”
Stan shrugged, looking between his friend and the other Losers across the room, “It would make sense, Eddie.”
Would it? Eddie thought, following Stan’s gaze to Richie, who was still wrapped around beautiful, funny, perfect Sandy. Would it make sense?
“You’re the only Loser who isn’t dating right now.” Stan continued, having not noticed the way that Eddie had tensed up.
Eddie felt himself deflate slightly and slipped his eyes closed, leaning back against the wall and nodding slowly. Clearing his throat, he glanced at Stan before nodding and looking at his feet, “Right… yeah, because I’m not dating anyone…”
“Speak of the devils,” Stan muttered and Eddie looked up to see Mike, Richie and Sandy heading toward them. He bit back a groan and kept his expression neutral as they approached.
“Hey, Stan The Man, came to keep an eye on your boy toy?” Richie asked with that twinkle in his eye he always got when mildly intoxicated. Eddie wondered if Sandy noticed it too before shaking the runaway thought from his mind. He couldn’t think like that, it was wrong and, more importantly, it was pointless.
Stanley said nothing, just gave Richie a look before pushing off the wall and muttering, “I’m going to go find Bill.”
Mike slipped into the spot Stan had been in and nudged Eddie, “Where’s Mila? I thought she was going to hang with you?”
“She went with Bev to do some shots in the kitchen,” Eddie shrugged, looking down into his cup.
“Damn! That sounds fun!” Sandy’s melodic voice exclaimed, drawing Eddie’s attention back up without his consent. He watched as she looked up at Richie and gently tapped his cheek, “You’re lucky I like you and am willing to stay sober enough to drive your drunk ass home.”
“I know and I cherish you, San,” Richie muttered, burying his face in the thick, curly hair a top her head.
Eddie glanced away and met Mike’s eyes, “I can take you to find Mila.”
“Nah,” Richie cut in, looking over at them with his chin resting on Sandy’s hair, “I got it. I need a refill anyway. Eds? Need anything to drink?”
Mike moved to stand with Richie, who was finally detaching himself from his girlfriend, as Eddie shrugged and shook his head, instinctually snapping, “Don’t call me Eds. And no, I’m fine.”
“Cool,” Richie nodded and quickly leaned down to kiss Sandy, “Play nice, I’ll be back.”
“Later, Loser,” Sandy laughed, shoving him away. He laughed, shortly squeezing her hand before letting her go and following after Mike.
Why did they have to be so good together?
Eddie sighed, inspecting his cup closely to avoid looking at Sandy and thus being pulled into a conversation with her. She wasn’t bad to talk to or anything… she was actually really nice and funny, which just made it all the more fucking worse.
He shouldn’t feel this way… he had no reason on Earth to feel this way…
His luck ran out within a minute as Sandy looked around the room, her eyes falling on him as her redrum lips curled into a smile, “Eddie? Can I ask you something?”
No, he wanted to say. Fuck off, he wanted to add. But he didn’t.
Instead, he just shrugged and muttered too quiet for her to hear over the music, “Free fucking country.”
Sandy ran her gaze over his face before crossing her arms over her chest and saying loudly, “So, you really don’t like me, huh?”
His stomach dropped and he stood there for a long moment, opening and closing him mouth as he stared at her like a fucking deer in headlights.
He… he should say she was wrong, right? Wasn’t that what a good friend would do? What a best friend should do? Because he was still Richie’s best friend, right? Besides, he really had no rhyme or reason for not liking her. At least not one that made sense and didn’t make him out to be a total dick.
Finally, he managed to shake his head, “No! I— I don’t not like you, Sandy. I— I don’t even really know you.”
“And you don’t really try to,” She cocked her head to the side, “Actually, most of the time it feels like you’re avoiding me, trying to duck out of talking to me and I just wanted to know, you know, why?”
“Why?” Eddie echoed, still floored. Sandy was watching him with observant but unbothered eyes. If she really felt like he didn’t like her, it was clear that she didn’t care all that much about his opinion. He blinked and looked away before glancing back at her, “I don’t—“
“Is it because you don’t think I’m right for Richie?” She asked, tucking some of her flowing hair behind her ear, which was pierced in three places. Jesus, if he brought home a girl like her to his mother… It could possibly be worse than the way he was sure she’d react to finding out he was gay.
“No!” Eddie shook his head instantly, “That’s not it!”
“So you admit it, then? You admit you don’t like me?” Sandy quipped, a flash of something like triumph in her lush green eyes, those lips forming a confident smirk.
Eddie’s mouth slammed shut again and he shuffled uncomfortably, shaking his head and looking anywhere but at her. It felt like she was picking him apart, taking his walls away brick by brick and worming her way behind his exterior to the things he didn’t want anyone, especially her, to see. Again, he didn’t know what to say and he figured anything he managed to come up with, Sandy wouldn’t listen to anyway.
She’d already made up her mind that she knew everything. That she was totally right…
She was right, though, wasn’t she?
“Come on, that’s gotta be it, Eds. You think I’m wrong for Rich—“
“Do not fucking call me that,” Anger flared, hot and fierce in his chest, roaring up his throat and burning it. He spun his head back to look at her, glaring and continuing on hotly, “That’s not fucking it, Sandy, okay? You’re fucking perfect for Richie, you’re goddamn everything he’s ever wanted! It’s great, really, is it! I just don’t like you because I don’t fucking like you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Sandy watched him as he practically yelled at her before falling silent. She sighed, shrugging, “I mean, I don’t think that’s something anyone wants to hear but okay. There’s hundreds of personalities out there, some are bound to clash.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Eddie rolled his eyes, spotting Richie head back their way with Mike and Mila trailing behind him, “I’m leaving now, Sandy.”
He ended up having to walk home, as Mike had been his ride.
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Two weeks after the party, Eddie had finally started to wind down from the whole thing. He’d spent almost all his time since waiting for Richie to confront him about being a dick to his girlfriend but he never did. Sandy must have not told him… shocking, really, with how wrapped around each other those two were.
Maybe it should have endeared him somewhat to her, having some secret that she’d kept, but it didn’t. He still felt like screaming every time she sat with them at lunch, on Richie’s other side, and wanted to throw up when he caught sight of his best friend leaning over to whisper some sweet nothing into her ear. It was getting to the point where he was avoiding ever hanging out with the Losers anymore because she was just always fucking there. There on Bill’s couch, snuggled into Richie’s side while they watched movies, there in the library, passing notes to Beverly about Bev’s clothing sketches, there all the time.
He couldn’t get away from Sandy and Richie and their nauseating obsession with each other.
However, he had agreed to pattering along with Mike to a rehearsal for his and Richie’s band in their bassist’s, Danny’s, garage.
Danny was fine… maybe even cute when Eddie gave him a little more attention but he wasn’t all that interesting or entertaining. Good enough at bass, though, Eddie guessed as he sat on the couch in the corner of the garage, reading his assigned book while the guys practiced.
“We could try You Shook Me All Night Long?” Danny suggested, playing with some cords on his bass nonsensically.
Richie shot him a look, “Can you fucking sing Brian Johnson, Danny? Cuz, I sure as hell can’t. I can barely manage some of Jagger’s range so no, we’re not going to try You Shook Me All Night Long. Ideas, Micycle?”
“I don’t care, Rich,” Mike sighed, glancing over at Eddie, who was still hunched over his book, “Something from Queen? We’re decent with Under Pressure or Another Bites The Dust.”
“See, Danny?” Richie snarked, pointing to Mike, “That’s what a good idea sounds like, you should try it on for size sometime.”
Mike laughed as Danny flipped Rich the bird before starting the iconic bass line for Under Pressure. Hearing this, Eddie glanced up, his eyes immediately finding Richie. He watched as the spastic asshole looked back at Mike, nodding in unison before they both joined Danny and started singing at the same time.
Eddie loved Queen… And he loved watching Richie play. Watching Mike and Richie play, that is.
Eyes trailing to follow Richie’s spidery digits as they found the cords on muscle memory alone, he suddenly felt like all the air had gone from his lungs, like Henry Bowers had just clocked him cold in the gut. Biting his lip, he forced his head back down and stared at the words on the page before him but not reading a single word.
All he could think about was that look of earnest concentration on Richie’s face that he only got when he was still getting comfortable playing a song…
He let out a breath of air and felt his face burn. Fucking humiliating.
Humiliating and pointless.
They played through the song and followed it by striking up the rhythm of Everybody Wants To Rule The World and then playing into Bastards of Young. After that song, Richie called for a break, eyeing the clock. He sighed, “Alright, San just got off work so she’ll be here in a bit, that cool, Danny?”
Danny shrugged, “I don’t care. Just don’t, like, fuck in my house.”
Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and forced the image of Sandy and Richie intimately wrapped up together from his mind as he heard Richie chuckle, “I swear to save all the fucking for her place later, Danny Fanny.”
Jumping up from his seat on the couch so that his book went tumbling to the floor, Eddie hastily snatched it up and ran a hand down his face, “I—Uh—I just remembered I gotta go so I’m just going to—“
“Seriously?” Richie asked, eyebrows drawing together. “You have to leave?”
“I— Yeah, my mom’s got, like, a thing so I’ll just walk back home before she freaks the fuck out,” Eddie shrugged, being uncharacteristically rough as he shoved his book into his backpack and kept his eyes on the ground.
Richie sighed, watching him, “Why are you so fucking busy all the time, now? You skip movie nights, you flake out of study sessions at Bev’s and Bill’s… It sucks, we barely hang out anymore, Eds.”
Eddie let out a humorless laugh and shot Richie a look, “Yeah, because that’s my fault.”
“Guys…” Mike broke in, raising his eyebrows.
At the same time, Richie rubbed the back of his neck and shot back, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” Eddie huffed, turning back to face Richie fully, “You’re the one who’s been too busy shoving your tongue down some random girl’s throat to make plans, not me.”
“Some random girl?” Richie snapped, sounding genuinely angry for the first time in the conversation, “Sandy’s not some random girl. She’s my girlfriend.”
“Yeah, I know,” Eddie shook his head, “So, I’ll just wait the month or however long this one’s gonna last and then just hang out with you after.”
“Eddie!” Mike scolded, shaking his head.
Danny was watching the two like they were a tennis match.
Richie turned his head away, laughing to himself in a humorless fashion before nodding and looking back at Eddie, “You know what? Fuck you, Eds. At least I’ve been in more relationships than just one four-day long fling from a year ago. What are you, twelve?”
Eddie glared, jaw set as he slung his bag over his shoulders, “Fuck you, too, asshole. As if there’s even anyone in Derry worth wasting my time on.”
With that, he shoved his way out of the garage and out of the house, heart still hammering in his chest and his blood boiling. Why was everyone always so fucking obsessed with how many people you’d dated anyways? And it wasn’t like he had a ton of options, being gay in Derry, anyway and Richie fucking knew that!
Crossing his arms over his chest, he made it to the end of the driveway before Mike caught him.
“Eddie!” He heard his friend calling to him, “Eddie, come on, wait!”
Throwing his head back dramatically, he spun on his heel to face him, “What do you want, Mike?”
Mike stopped before him, opening and closing his mouth and glancing away before sighing and rubbing his hands together, “You… you can’t really be mad.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?! He said—“
Mike cut him off before his voice could rise up too high, “He said what he did because you started it! And you… really don’t have a right to start stuff about him and Sandy.”
“A right?” Eddie demanded, “What does that even—“
“You could have done something about it, Eddie,” Mike broke in again forcefully before sighing again and continuing softer and more somber, “You— you had every chance to make a move and you didn’t.”
Eddie stood there in Danny Costello’s driveway and felt like sinking right through the crust of the Earth so that he could burn up in the fucking core. That would be better than this, then having this conversation, because this couldn’t be happening. No one— No one could know that he—
He swallowed and stared at Mike, barely whispering, “I— I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Mike let out a long breath and nodded, keeping Eddie’s gaze, “Well, I think you do… And you can’t be mad at him for not waiting around for you to do something about it.”
“I’m not mad,” Eddie answered without thinking, “And I’m not— I didn’t expect— I don’t— Mike, I — I gotta go. My mom— I gotta go.”
He nearly tripped over himself in his haste to get away.
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It was movie night again and Eddie had forced himself to go.
He was being ridiculous, he had realized that on his walk home from the band rehearsal two days before. He was the one with the problem. He was being unreasonable, he was being crazy. And in the long run, it wouldn’t matter one way or another what Sandy thought of him but it would matter if Richie was mad.
His own idiocy wasn’t worth fighting, really fighting, with Richie. They didn’t fight, well, at least not the kind of fighting where they ended up honestly mad at each other. They snapped, they bickered, they argued but they didn’t ever mean any of it. It was just the way they were and Eddie wasn’t willing to risk that just because he was being a fucking psycho.
He’d gone to Richie’s locker first thing the next day and apologized. He even taken it a step further, promising he would make time to get to movie night that week… Which was how he’d wound up in his current situation.
It wasn’t actually bad yet, he thought, laughing as he watched Beverly, Mike, and Bill playing flip cup, without alcohol as Bill’s mother was upstairs, around the coffee table before him.
Richie, and by extension Sandy, hadn’t gotten there yet, his eyes unwittingly flickering to the other end of the couch, where the two usually snuggled. His chest constricted and he almost reached for the inhaler he didn’t carry anymore before grasping the pillow he had been hugging tighter.
Stupid.
“D—Dammit, Bev, how are you suh—so good?” Bill asked, leaning back on his hands as Beverly won yet another round against him and Mike.
The red head winked at him, adding, “I’m even better at beer pong.”
“We know,” Mike rolled his eyes, reaching up to flick one of the empty solo cups at her. Beverly easily caught it in air and set it on the edge of the table, flipping it in one try before giving Mike a cocky smile.
“Where’s Mila?” She asked as she gathered up the other cups and handed them up to Ben, who took them out to the kitchen for her.
Mike rolled his eyes, “She had to work and she refused to switch shifts with her friend because I guess she’s mad at me for something, I don’t know. She said she wants a night where she doesn’t have to see my face.”
Beverly laughed, leaning into Ben’s side as he took his spot beside her once again. From the chair over to the side, Stanley glanced over at them from his homework, “Well, you must have done something. Mila is the first sane girl you’ve dated.”
“I think she’s bugged that I cancelled plans to meet her parents this weekend,” Mike shrugged, “I didn’t want to but my grandpa said he needs me all weekend to help with this seasons harvest.”
“Still,” Bill said, shaking his head, “C—Can’t cancel on the girlfriend’s p—parents, Mike.”
Mike was about to respond when the front door flew open, causing half of them to jump. Eddie, so thoroughly desensitized to Richie’s dramatic entrances, merely glanced over his shoulder and felt his heart jump into his throat. Richie was grinning, actually grinning, not the smirk-smile thing he did most of the time, and he was alone.
He felt his palms grow sweaty as he turned around fully to greet the trashmouth, “You’re late, asshole.”
Richie raised his eyebrows at him, still smiling wide and real, “Am I? Whoops.”
Behind Eddie, on the floor Beverly shot him a playful glare, “Yeah, Trashmouth, and it’s your turn to pick the movie, too, so we couldn’t even start anything without you.”
“Right,” Richie laughed a little and shook his head to himself.
Eddie’s eyebrows drew together and he glanced over his shoulder at Stanley, who also looked perplexed. Something was off. Usually about now, Richie would make some joke about how his pick for the week was some porn knock-off of a famous movie or something like that. He’d have already climbed over the back of the couch and pinched Eddie’s cheeks, saying hi and commenting about how cute he looked.
Instead, he was still just standing there, smiling to the point Eddie was starting to wonder if he was high on something.
Stanley spoke before he could, asking, “What are you giggling about, Trashmouth?”
Richie reached up, rubbing the back of his neck, and laughed again before declaring dramatically, “My dearest friends, I have come to the conclusion that I am completely obsessed, utterly in love, totally devoted!”
Before he could stop it, Eddie felt his expression go slack, his lips parting slightly as his breath caught in his throat.
Richie didn’t seem to noticed that or anything else, throwing his arms skyward as he rambled on, “I am in love with Sandra Penelope Montgomery and I must declare my love to the Heavens!”
“Please,” Eddie heard Beverly’s voice from somewhere distant, even though he was sure she was within reaching distance behind him, “Don’t do that, Tozier. But congratulations, I like Sandy. She’s good for you.”
“Yeah, that’s awesome, Rich,” Ben, again sounding miles away, added.
Eddie blinked, feeling the air in his throat and lungs like a fire that was licking him up from within. He couldn’t look at Richie, at his big, wide smile anymore, his eyes darting to his hands instead as he heard all the others cracking jokes or talking about how fucking great Sandy was and how happy they were for Richie. He wanted to join them, wanted to be happy for Richie too, but instead all he felt was that burning and a sense that he was on the verge of an asthma attack.
Breaking into a coughing fit, grasping his throat, he muttered something about needing water and bolted for the kitchen. He barely stumbled through the door but managed, going to the sink and turning the cold water on to full blast.
Each breath of air felt like pins and needles in his lungs and he felt his eyes prickle with tears as he reached out to grasp the counter so hard his knuckles turned white. His vision was becoming tunneled and it hit him a like a Mac truck that he was having a panic attack. A full blown, real deal panic attack.
He was having a panic attack and he wasn’t sure wether he was going to pass out, vomit down his front or just fall over dead right there. All he was sure of was that something awful was happening, something so awful he couldn’t even think it without wanting to cry.
Leaning down, he forced his eyes closed, taking in one breath at a time. He started off shaky and lightheaded but slowly, slowly managed to achieve some semblance of steady oxygen flow before he felt a hand fall onto his back. He jumped, standing up straight and whirling around to find Mike leaning against the counter beside him.
Eddie met the other boy’s eyes and quickly darted his gaze away, shame and embarrassment welling in him. He looked up at the ceiling, letting out a long, shaken breath before barely whispering, for only Mike to hear, “He’s in love with her.”
“I know...” Mike mumbled, shifting beside his friend, unsure of how exactly to help. He settled on reaching out to rub Eddie shoulder, “I’m— Eddie, I really am sorry.”
Eddie shook his head, bringing his hands up to run them down his face, wiping away any tears that had slipped through his defenses, “It doesn’t matter.”
He wasn’t completely sure who he was trying to convince, himself or Mike. Either way it was true. It didn’t matter, how he felt about Richie, how Richie felt about Sandy, none of it. It never had. Because so what if Mike had been right? So what if he did have feelings for Richie? Not a single part of it changed what was happening now. Richie was in love with Sandy and Eddie...
He squeezed his eyes closed and shook his head at himself before turning his head to Mike, “I’m fine Mike, I just need some water. You’re going to miss the start of the movie. Just, go.”
Mike watched him carefully for another minute before nodding slowly and slipping out of the kitchen. Eddie stood there alone for another minute, feeling that overwhelming sense of dread wash over him again but this time keeping himself together despite it. He bit his lip hard and bounced on the spot, taking more deep breathes before turning around and getting himself a glass of water.
He wasn’t dead, he reminded himself.
He could live with Richie being in love with Sandy. He could move past that, right? Surely.
Eddie’s brain flickered back to that sight of Richie, smiling bigger than he thought he’d ever seen, coming into the house just moments ago. Richie, looking happier than Eddie could remember him being in a long time. That couldn’t be a bad thing, could it?
Richie being happy?
He could survive this, live with the burning in his chest. As long as Richie was happy, he could do that easily.
Gulping his water, Eddie schooled his expression into a casual smile and went back to the living room to watch whatever dumb ass movie Richie had picked with his friends.
As long as Richie was happy, Eddie would find a way to be fine with it.
#the losers of ‘89 were here#losers club#the losers club#reddie#eddie kaspbrak#richie tozier#beverly marsh#mike hanlon#bill denbrough#stanley uris#ben hanscom#revised
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Hi Rae! 🙂 If you’re still taking prompts, either 68, 79, or 89? Whichever speaks to your writing muse the most? 👀 I started with 10, narrowed it down to 3, and then couldn’t decide lol.
68. “You didn’t have to ask.”
This one fought me the whole time and went through at least 3 different plots before I ended up here. AU where Owen was shot instead of TK.
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It’s like he’s underwater.
He knows there are people around him and he can hear their voices but he can’t make out the words. They’re far away and muffled and he feels like he’s floating.
Like he’s having an out of body experience.
It wouldn’t be the first time but it’s happened before in bathrooms of clubs and back alleys. Never in a hospital and never while his father is clinging to life in an operating room.
Suddenly, he hears a new voice and the tone and cadence of it is so familiar he almost lifts his head from his hands but it’s not until there’s a hand on his shoulder and his voice, clear yet soft, in his ear does he actually do it.
Carlos is sitting beside him, still in uniform.
“Carlos,” TK says, voice weak and watery and he doesn’t care that there are other people around, watching, when he pulls Carlos into a hug, hands clawing at his back to get him closer and closer.
For the next three days, Carlos is a near constant fixture at TK’s side, leaving only to run out and grab TK fresh clothes or coffee from the good coffee shop around the corner, that makes lattes exactly how TK likes them, light and sweet.
At midnight they sit together in the near-empty waiting room, snacking on candy from the vending machines and talking until TK falls asleep on Carlos’ shoulder.
In the morning TK’s neck is sore and the following night the nurses take pity and give them blankets and pillows but they still wake up in the same position, curled toward each other, awkward but comforting.
The first thing Owen hears when he comes to is laughter, far away and muffled.
It feels a bit like he’s floating until he hears TK’s voice.
“I can’t believe you think I’m cheating.”
“You have to be cheating,” a second voice says. It’s familiar but Owen can’t quite place it. “You’re counting cards or something.”
TK laughs. “We’re playing Go Fish. How would I count cards? You’re just a sore loser.”
“I am not. Come on, it’s your turn.”
“You got any fours?”
“TK, I swear to god.”
TK laughs again and Owen forces his eyes open. He has to find out who is making his son that happy.
Officer Reyes is sitting opposite TK, out of uniform and pouting as he slides three cards across the small table between them.
“Do you have any sixes,” Officer Reyes asks and TK shakes his head.
“Go fish.”
Officer Reyes hangs his head for a moment and when he picks it back up, Owen makes eye contact.
“Oh,” Officer Reyes says, “Captain Strand.”
TK whips around and stands so quickly he nearly tips the chair and the table.
“Dad!” TK scrambles to his side and grabs his hand while Officer Reyes stands.
“I’m going to grab a nurse,” he says as he slips out the door.
“Dad,” TK says again. There are tears in his eyes and Owen knows his body is weak but he has enough strength to squeeze his son's hand.
He tries to talk but his voice is thick and scratchy from disuse and TK grabs a glass of water off the table beside his bed and holds the straw to his lip.
“So,” Owen says after he’s drunk half the glass, “how long have you been seeing the cop?”
TK stares at him for a moment before he runs a hand down his face and laughs.
The best thing about being shot is not remembering it.
The worst part is the doctor telling him how long he’s going to be out of work for.
“You were shot,” TK tells him, “you need some time off. Carlos, back me up on this.”
“Oh,” Carlos says, looking like a deer in the headlights. “I think recovery time is very important and I also think I’m going to give you guys some time alone.”
“Very smooth,” Owen says as TK rolls his eyes fondly.
“Can you text Paul and tell him Cap is awake. He’ll tell the others.”
“Of course,” Carlos says as he starts to lean in for a goodbye kiss before he rethinks it and pulls back. “I’m glad you’re okay, Captain Strand. You’ll be back on duty in no time.”
“Thank you, Officer,” Owen says, “and thank you for being there for my boy. I couldn’t have asked for a better man for my son."
“Dad,” TK says, clearly embarrassed and Carlos smiles.
“You didn’t have to ask, sir. I’ll always be there for him.”
TK ducks his head but Owen can see the way his cheeks turn pink as he follows Carlos toward the door.
TK reaches for him, stopping him from going too far, and even though Carlos is already out the door and hidden by closed blinds Owen knows he gets his goodbye kiss from the way TK leans up and into him.
When TK comes back into the room his face has bloomed from pink to red.
“So that’s serious,” Owen says and TK rubs the back of his neck with his hand.
“I want it to be. I couldn’t have gotten through this without him.”
“As soon as I get out of here we’re inviting him over for dinner so I can get to know him.”
“Are you going to embarrass me the whole time?”
“No, unless you think telling adorable stories from your youth is embarrassing.”
“It is but that’s okay.” TK leans down and, being careful of his wounded shoulder, hugs him as hard as he can. “I love you, dad.”
Owen hugs him back. “I love you, too.”
#not that happy with this one#Sonia—I’ll fill one of the other numbers too to make it up to you#911 lone star fic#911 lone star#ask
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Hi! Is 105 “Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.” OK for a father-figure Tony?? I really don't mind where you go with it, up to you :)
Tysm!
Trivia Night
Pairing: Avengers & Reader, Father-figure!Tony & Reader (kinda)
Word count: 584
Summery: Trivia is chosen for team night and everyone is a little competitive.
A/N: I am so sorry this has been sitting in my inbox forever but every time I tried to write it I kinda just couldn't come up with anything. I am not sure this is exactly what you were hoping/looking for but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
The idea of doing a team night of Trivia had arisen and before it had even been confirmed, the competition had started. Teams were being chosen and smack talk had started almost immediately.
You couldn’t deny that you were also pretty excited, you were someone who always loved a lot of odd facts and that made you great at playing trivia, you would always swoop in and steal those super bizarre questions that no one else had even heard of.
“Want to team up with me for the trivia night?” You asked Tony as you were chilling with him in the lab getting some of your own work done.
“Sorry kiddo, Natasha already snagged me as her partner.” Tony gave you an apologetic look.
“No worries! That just means I get to kick your butt!” You smiled. You decided to then quickly send Peter a text asking him to be on your team. Honestly you were sure that between the two of you, you’d be able to beat most of the team.
He immediately answered, agreeing. He already started to send you his thoughts on what the categories were going to be and the best strategies for winning. You couldn’t help but laugh at his dedication but you were happy to indulge him.
Trivia night was finally here and you had even done a little of the “studying” that Peter had suggested. You were mainly going to rely on the knowledge you already had but you never said no to learning new things.
The game was intense, everyone wanting to win. So that it was fair, the categories excluded most science areas since Tony and Bruce would have an unfair advantage. Steve and Thor both tried to argue that the pop culture category was unfair to them but ultimately they were overruled by everyone else. Especially when you got to watch them try to rake their brain for the answer or when they would burst out a totally wrong answer that they were confident in. It made the game all the more fun.
You were finally down to the last round, which was being done in a final jeopardy style. You and Peter were barely behind Tony and Natasha for points so you decided to go with an all or nothing mentality. You figure if you weren’t going to win, you might as well lose it big time.
When you heard the question you almost laughed, you knew the answer immediately without even having to think. Peter was impressed as he saw you scribbling down an answer without so much as a word. The other teams were all scratching their heads trying to figure it out. You watched in amusement as they were slowly writing down answers with uncertainty.
As the answer was revealed you had to try to hide your smile as everyone else sighed. Once it was your turn to reveal what you had put down, you beamed when everyone realized that you had the right answer and had definitely won the game night.
“How did you two manage to beat us all?” Tony huffed, he was not the best loser.
“Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.” You shrugged, as if it was no big deal. Tony just rolled his eyes at you.
“Well I taught them how to be a nerd so I think that means basically I also won.” Tony tried.
“That is definitely not how that works!” Everyone chimed in, which only made Tony pout more.
“Whatever.”
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In the lull between college and their unspeakable F-words, the losers pool all loose change and concession-stand pocket money and manage a small, uninterrupted break up in the mountains, just to see what they can remember of themselves.
The wind is cool, the air is quiet, and they spend most of their time sprawled around a fireplace out back, feeling known—that summer of ’89 still warm in their bellies all these years later.
What else is there to remember? Over the flames, Stan rotates a still-white marshmallow with steady precision, Ben watches the crackled ends that break away beneath like he’s counting them. Bev, Mike, and Bill swap their one-night-stand horror stories while Richie slouches low in his lounge chair and kicks absently at the bottom of Eddie’s sneakers and Eddie listens, the thud of each kick reverberating in his chest.
“But anyways,” Bev is saying emphatically, which is what she does when she’s embarrassed about something she’s just said, even though she doesn’t need to be. Eddie knows this because he’s known her his entire life. He didn’t have to relearn it—didn’t have to relearn anything about his friends, and why that would even be a fear of his isn’t clear.
But. Another thing about that is: all the other things inside Eddie that he knows. Things that that summer picked and peeled at, that never got a chance to be buried back down. And they grew, and they festered—except Eddie wouldn’t use the word “festered” anymore. Unfolded, maybe. Bloomed, even. The ends of it brushing pleasantly against his insides, curling around his ribcage like a beg to never leave.
There are lots of romantic spots around here, Eddie thinks. This fireplace, for one. They’re the last to leave, Richie and Eddie are, because they’re always the last to leave—both waiting out their friends while quietly willing the other to stay. But all that happens tonight is some shoulder brushing and a hand around Eddie’s waist when he almost trips on their way in. The lingering touch on his skin keeps him up the rest of the night.
There’s also the hot tub, but that thought doesn’t get very far before Richie takes one look at Eddie with a towel in his arms and acts like he planned to join the others on their hike, barefoot in swim trunks, all along—yes, really. But maybe that’s for the best anyway, considering Eddie spent the morning hushing a mild anxiety attack just at the idea of being alone with Richie in a hot tub.
It’s not for another two nights that anything significant happens, when a fuse blows and their heat goes out, and Bill kicks Richie out of bed to see what the problem is. Eddie is already up and follows him out around the cabin in the pitch dark where he can only see the shape of Richie, and even then wonders if it’s only because he knows it so well. Knows that when he says “how about those stars, huh? Really ‘light up’ the night sky,” that he’s looking back at Eddie, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and that when he mutters “lights up my ass” under his breath, he’s turned away.
“I didn’t grab a flashlight, Rich,” Eddie tells him, and it should have been an obvious problem the moment they stepped outside, but they somehow managed their way around without noticing until they were faced with finding a fuse box on a wall they couldn’t see.
“Shit,” Richie says. “Stay there.” But when he brushes past, Eddie turns and grabs his hand.
“Hang on.”
To be clear, it’s not easier to kiss Richie in the dark. It’s not easier because he can’t see his face. It’s just that Eddie’s reached a breaking point, where the number of times he’s gotten Richie alone outweighs his patience, the number of touches, and he is so fucking neurotic he can’t give a shit about the romance now. They can make their own, in the cold, in the dark, with the wet earth soaking through their socks, and if Richie doesn’t get it by now—that Eddie means it—then he can say it out loud. He knows he can.
But for now, he just kisses him, and it heats him up like the fire might have, like the hot tub, and is more thrilling than anything he could make up in his head. Richie sort of whines, sort of melts against Eddie’s mouth, and Eddie can feel, when they touch each other, something more than air come out of him. He’s surprised not to share the same relief, and sorry for not giving it to Richie sooner, but mostly just warm and mostly just content.
They break apart, only some, but Richie keeps his hands on Eddie’s hips, where they somehow ended up. Eddie wants them in so many other places, but he needs them on the fuse box before they can be anywhere else, so he takes them in his own and pulls them off.
“Um,” he tries, voice not all there, “I think if we hurry, we’ll have a couple hours before the others wake up.”
Richie whines again, and there’s a long pause where Eddie can hear his brain cycling through all their options, knows they’re sharing the same ideas and have been all week.
“Okay.” Richie takes a step back. “Okay, I’ll be two seconds. Two seconds, Eddie, I swear.”
And Eddie still can’t see him, but he can hear him tripping and cursing all around the corner, clumsier without Eddie there to guide him.
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IT OC Masterlist
Name: Bree Hanscom
Story: Something Wicked
Face claim: Madison Iseman
Name: Bree Hanscom
Story: Something Wicked
Face claim: Jennifer Morrison
Name: Brittany Uris
Story: Worth Dying For
Face claim: Sabrina Carpenter
Love Interest: Richie Tozier & Bill Denbrough
Name: Brittany Uris
Story: Worth Dying For
Face claim: Reese Witherspoon
Love Interest: Richie Tozier & Bill Denbrough
Name: Caitlin Watson
Story: Houses In Your Heart
AO3 | FFNet | Wattpad
Face claim: Rowan Blanchard
Love Interest: Stan Uris
Summary: “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that Pennywise The Dancing Clown wishes It were as scary as Caitlin Watson.” - Bill Denbrough
Caitlin Watson was a Loser, she’d always been a Loser, ever since she met Stanley Uris when they were four. And then she met Bill, Richie, and Eddie, and the five became inseparable. And Caitlin, always the toughest of the bunch, would do anything to protect her friends: blackmail Greta Bowie, punch Henry Bowers, fight a fucking clown, Cait would do any of it. And Pennywise is going to have to learn what happens when someone messes with her boys.
Name: Caitlin Watson
Story: Houses In Your Heart
AO3 | FFNet | Wattpad
Face claim: Crystal Reed
Love Interest: Stan Uris & Bill Denbrough
Summary: “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that Pennywise The Dancing Clown wishes It were as scary as Caitlin Watson.” - Bill Denbrough
Caitlin Watson was a Loser, she’d always been a Loser, ever since she met Stanley Uris when they were four. And then she met Bill, Richie, and Eddie, and the five became inseparable. And Caitlin, always the toughest of the bunch, would do anything to protect her friends: blackmail Greta Bowie, punch Henry Bowers, fight a fucking clown, Cait would do any of it. And Pennywise is going to have to learn what happens when someone messes with her boys.
Name: Cathy Tozier
Story: No Good Deed
AO3 | FFNet | Wattpad
Face claim: Malina Weissman
Love Interest: Stan Uris & Bill Denbrough
Summary: When the summer of 89 began, Cathy Tozier knew three things with absolute certainty: she would protect her twin brother with her life, she was absolutely, undeniably in love with Bill Denbrough, and she would go through hell and high water if he asked her to. And, well, he asked. Three months, three new friends, and three near death experiences later, Cathy Tozier knows one more thing with absolute certainty. It’s time to kill a clown.
Name: Cathy Tozier
Story: No Good Deed
AO3 | FFNet | Wattpad
Face claim: Jenna Louise Coleman
Love Interest: Stan Uris & Bill Denbrough
Summary: As far as Cathy Tozier is concerned, what you don’t know can’t hurt. Yeah, sure, maybe she doesn’t remember her childhood; doesn’t know why she has scars along her brow line or why she has periods of severe lethargy and akinesia; doesn’t understand why it feels so wrong to tell her students that no, she doesn’t know the comedian Richie Tozier; but she’s perfectly fine with that. But then Mike Hanlon from Derry calls and Cathy returns to a home she doesn’t remember. And she learns - not only can what she didn’t know hurt her, it very well could kill her.
Name: Felicia Cox
Story: Streets Here Are Cemeteries
Face claim: Sadie Stanley
Love Interest: Stan Uris
Name: Felicia Cox
Story: Streets Here Are Cemeteries
Face claim: Karen Gillan
Love Interest: Stan Uris
Name: Heather Marsh
Story: The World Is Quiet Here
Face claim: Annalise Basso
Love Interest: Richie Tozier & Bill Denbrough
Name: Heather Marsh
Story: The World Is Quiet Here
Face claim: Isla Fisher
Love Interest: Richie Tozier & Bill Denbrough
Name: Lauren Kaspbrak
Story: You’ll Never Get Free (Lamb To The Slaughter)
Face claim: Millie Bobby Brown
Love Interest: Bill Denbrough
Summary: Lauren Kaspbrak spent most of her days in the hospital. The rest of her time was meant to be spent at her mother’s beck and call, taking care of the Kaspbrak household while her mom watched TV; it definitely wasn’t meant to be spent running around with a group of boys, getting dirty and breaking a different bone every month, but, well, Lauren had never been one to do what she was supposed to. She wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her brother’s best friend, but she did; and she definitely wasn’t supposed to fight a demonic clown, so of course, what else could she have done with her summer?
Name: Lauren Kaspbrak
Story: Everything’s Not Fine
Face claim: Natalie Portman
Love Interest: Bill Denbrough
Summary: Lauren Kaspbrak spent most of her days in the hospital. The rest of her time was meant to be spent at her mother’s beck and call, taking care of the Kaspbrak household while her mom watched TV; it definitely wasn’t meant to be spent running around with a group of boys, getting dirty and breaking a different bone every month, but, well, Lauren had never been one to do what she was supposed to. She wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her brother’s best friend, but she did; and she definitely wasn’t supposed to fight a demonic clown, so of course, what else could she have done with her summer?
Name: Libby Denbrough
Story: If We Fight
Face claim: Elle Fanning
Love Interest: Beverly Marsh
Summary: Libby Denbrough was many things; a twin, a big sister, a caregiver, the most self-sacrificing of the Denbrough siblings, a writer, exhausted, and absolutely determined to find her baby brother. Although Georgie has been missing for months, the twins haven’t given up on him. So when summer begins, they’re quick to drag their fellow losers into the sewer - into a walking nightmare. As their summer goes from bad to worse, and she begins to lose all hope, Libby finds herself questioning everything she thought she knew about the world. But despite that, there’s one thing that she can confidently add to her list: Libby Denbrough is going to have to kill this fucking clown.
Name: Libby Denbrough
Story: We’re Still Standing
Face claim: Amy Adams
Love Interest: Beverly Marsh
Summary: Libby Denbrough was many things; a twin, a big sister, a caregiver, the most self-sacrificing of the Denbrough siblings, a writer, exhausted, and absolutely determined to find her baby brother. Although Georgie has been missing for months, the twins haven’t given up on him. So when summer begins, they’re quick to drag their fellow losers into the sewer - into a walking nightmare. As their summer goes from bad to worse, and she begins to lose all hope, Libby finds herself questioning everything she thought she knew about the world. But despite that, there’s one thing that she can confidently add to her list: Libby Denbrough is going to have to kill this fucking clown.
Name: Mara Milton
Story: The Only Thing We Have To Fear (Is Fear Itself)
Face claim: Kaya Scodelario
Summary: When Mara Milton was a little girl, her best friend died. Within a year, everyone in Derry seemed to have forgotten about Georgie Denbrough - everyone except Georgie’s brother and his friends. But the Losers refused to answer her questions and Mara found herself incapable of moving on. Son her need for closure grew into an obsession with cold cases and Mara became the best of the best in cold case detectives. But she never forgot about her long lost best friend. And when, twenty-seven years after losing Georgie, more children start disappearing from her hometown, Mara knows in her gut that it’s related. So she packs her bags and gets on a plane home, ready to solve the case no matter the cost. Only this time, she’s going to make sure that Bill Denbrough tells her the truth.
Name: Megan Denbrough
Story: Summertime Sadness
Face claim: Mackenzie Foy
Love Interest: Richie Tozier & Stan Uris
Name: Megan Denbrough
Story: Summertime Sadness
Face claim: Anne Hathaway
Love Interest: Richie Tozier & Stan Uris
Name: Shelley Marsh
Story: My Sister’s Keeper
Face claim: Sadie Sink
Love Interest: Bill Denbrough
Summary: Shelley Marsh was living a nightmare every day. Between her father’s abuse, taking her twin’s punishments on a daily basis, and Henry Bowers’ obsession with her, she didn’t think that things could get any worse. And when she finds herself with six new friends, she’s even foolish enough to think that things are getting better. But in a town like Derry, nothing good will last.
Name: Shelley Marsh
Story: A House Is Not A Home
Face claim: Bryce Dallas Howard
Love Interest: Bill Denbrough
Summary: Shelley Marsh was living a nightmare every day. Between her father’s abuse, taking her twin’s punishments on a daily basis, and Henry Bowers’ obsession with her, she didn’t think that things could get any worse. And when she finds herself with six new friends, she’s even foolish enough to think that things are getting better. But in a town like Derry, nothing good will last.
Name: Sydney Hanscom
Story: Get Busy Living
AO3 | Wattpad
Face claim: Meg Donnelly
Summary: In 2019, the Losers left Derry. They decided to grow up and leave It in the past. In 2030, Beverly Marsh and Ben Hanscom found each other again, and Sydney Hanscom is born. By the time she’s ten, her parents have both died, and when she’s sixteen, mysterious disappearances start up in her parents’ childhood down. That’s when the Turtle shows up, and Sydney learns the truth. It’s been twenty-seven years, and this time Pennywise will be too powerful to stop. The only hope is the Lucky Seven. So Sydney is given a choice: go back to 2019 and get the Losers Club - all of them - back to Derry to fight, or watch a demonic clown alien destroy the universe. It’s an easy choice, and in the blink of an eye, Sydney finds herself in 2019; in Atlanta, Georgia, with just one goal. Do not let Stanley Uris take a bath.
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Better Than You
female reader x kuroo tetsurou
to sum it up: It's a cliché enemies to lovers
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Kuroo Tetsurou.
Has an average 100 in chemistry.
Teachers adore him.
He's a sneaky bastard and he knows how to get under people's skin.
Hates english.
Considers Y/L/N Y/N as his rival.
Y/L/N Y/N.
Has an average 100 in english.
Has a good relationship with a lot of people.
Doesn't argue with someone unless they make the first move, then it's game over.
Hates chemistry.
Considers Kuroo Tetsurou as her rival.
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It was a wednesday. Y/N hated wednesdays. Why? Because that was the day she had both chemistry and english. Which meant that she had to see someone she doesn't particularly like. Twice. Kuroo was her rival. They basically had the same grades in everything, except chemistry and english.
Kuroo was a natural in chemistry, plus it was his favorite subject. He was always scoring perfect grades when it came to chemistry. But English wasn't his territory. He wasn't bad at it, in fact he had an average around 89, he just didn't like it and he always had the most trouble with it.
Y/N however, was a natural in english. It wasn't particularly her favorite subject because she was usually bored and at the same time somehow knew everything that she was supposed to know. She always had perfect scores in english. But chemistry? No thank you. She never liked chemistry, it wasn't anything special, just a bunch of electrons and protons and some other stuff with fancy names. She always stressed about it the most, but usually, she did good. I mean an average of 89 is pretty good for a subject you don't like.
Right now it was English period. Which meant that a certain rooster would be here any minute.
"Hey chibi-chan~"
Aaand. There he was. With that stupid nickname he invented just for Y/N.
"Hello Kuroo."
"Ah why so cold. Are you having a bad day~"
"My day was fine until you appeared."
"Wow. Alright then, I'll leave you to it chibi-chan~"
With that he took his seat at the other side of the classroom and the teacher walked in.
~~~
Chemistry. How delightful. 45 minutes of Y/N sitting and listening to something she doesn't even care about and Kuroo occasionally butting in the teacher's words.
The bell finally rang and Y/N was about to get up and leave when a tall figure appeared in her way.
"Hey chibi-chan...I was thinking-"
"Huh. That's new."
"Ehem...I was thinking that we should make a bet~"
"A bet? With you? When I'm dead."
"Ah. Thought you might say that. How about this? The loser has to do anything the winner asks him to."
"That does sound like a good offer. What's the catch?"
"The catch?"
"Well you're the schemer of this school. There's always a catch with you."
"No catch. Just a simple bet."
"Hmmm...What's the bet?"
"If I get a better score than you on our next english and chemistry test I win, and the same goes for you. So what do you say chibi-chan~"
"Deal."
The pair shook hands and whilst Y/N had a suspicious look on her face, Kuroo just smirked at her and left the room.
Oh what did I get myself into...
~~~
It was the day of the chemistry test. Y/N prepared for this test. There was no way she was losing to that sneaky bastard. But it didn't go as planned. There were some really tough questions and everything mixed up in her head. Shit. She could say goodbye to beating Kuroo here. But there was still english and that was something she wasn't worried about one bit.
~~~
It was going great. The test was easy and with this tempo she'll be over with a blink of an eye. Y/N averted her gaze from her test to look around the room when her eyes landed on Kuroo's tall figure. He looked confident in what he was doing. She could've sworn there was a little smirk on his face. That's when it clicked. She could lose the bet! She needed to do this right or god knows what he'll make her do for him. The girl was panicking now. She didn't know the answers. She didn't understand any questions, her whole body was shaking at this point.
No no no this isn't good...focus Y/N...you can do it...
And then the bell rang.
Shit.
~~~
Today was the day they were getting their tests back. And today was the day they settle the bet. Y/N got a 81 in chemistry, as expected, she never put much hope in chemistry anyway. Kuroo got a 98.
Shocker.
But now it was time for the english results. Y/N felt uneasy. She doesn't even remember the test.
This won't be good...65.
She got a 65.
A 65! IN ENGLISH! WHAT THE FUCK?!
She looked across the room and her eyes were met with a pair of cat-like ones and with a smirking face.
Fuck. He won. He won. the fucking bet.
~~~
The class was over and Y/N was the last to leave.
"You really let yourself go. Huh chibi-chan~"
"Don't. I'm not in the mood."
"Oh come on it can't be that bad...What'd you get?"
"65. Don't look at me like that I know you did better."
A moment of silence passed with Kuroo looking at Y/N and Y/N looking anywhere but Kuroo.
"So about that bet..."
Y/N sighed heavily.
"Yes?"
"How about a date?"
Her brain just short-circuited.
Did he just say a date?
"A date?"
"Mhm."
"Well, I guess I have to. A bet is a bet you know."
"Oh I know~"
"Huh?"
"There's your catch chibi-chan. I'll see you tomorrow~"
What just happened...
#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu x reader#kuroo x reader#kuroo being a little shit#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo tetsuro x you#kuroo fluff#kuroo imagine#kuroo x y/n
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I’d just like to “clarify” a few things Anne - I saw the review you left one of my friends. And since you didn’t bring your concerns to me - like an actual person - I’ll leave my response here.
Just know that I am blocking rude anons on Tumblr and any guest reviews on my stories just add to my review count! (I can recommend stories if you want!)
Do I know what it’s like to be ignored as a writer? I sure as hell do. You think I got here (wherever the hell this is) overnight? I have been writing for OVER A DECADE!!!! I’ve had this Tumblr since 2014 and it took me at least two years before I started to grow a following decently. But y’all always seem to call me out on how I got to this place, so I won’t bore you with the details again. I’m sure you know where to find the posts.
I don’t reblog posts because I feel bad for other authors. I reblog them because I made a commitment to myself to help promote others when I actually started interacting with the community. When I started writing, I was too scared to interact with other people. Also, believe it or not - it’s a nice thing to do and I like helping others. Doesn’t mean I feel bad for them.
How rude to call other people’s posts “loser posts” Hypocritical much? Here you are saying you don’t get enough attention but someone else gets attention and now they’re losers because the post isn’t yours? Sorry, that’s not gonna fly with me.
You really think I’m doing it just so people say “look at me I’m helping the needy - I want attention.” You do realize that people can be nice...to be nice. There doesn’t have to be some hidden motive behind being nice. Also, if I wanted more attention from others there are much easier ways than scrolling endlessly through tags to find people’s stuff to like and queue and get all the tags right. Like - I could just say I NEED SOME ATTENTION - and I’m sure someone would come to my aid.
Looking good making challenges? Have you ever made one? Do you know how much work they are? Again, there are MUCH easier ways to look good that don’t require nearly as much time.
Posters nobody likes???? Y’know, as long as one person likes it, that statement is false. Because that one person is someone and therefore not a nobody. But again, why does it have to be a popularity contest? Again, it’s something nice I want to do. The posters aren’t necessarily for everyone. There’s this thing called a tag and it’s made specifically for that person. So you don’t have to like it. But if you’d ever made something for someone else, you’d know they don’t care how it looks. The fact that someone took time out of their day to think of them is the point. Someone could tag me in a stick figure with the name of my OC and I’d be happy that someone thought of my OC enough to even try! But again, that point seems to be beyond you.
A lot of people weren’t on that poster list and they feel bad - OH MY FUCKING GOD! *pardon the language* First of all - there were 89 people on that freaking list! I can’t catch every single OC creator. It’s impossible. Also, you mean the poster giveaway that was open for over a month for other people to submit for? That a list was posted so people would know if someone hadn’t been recommended? That poster giveaway? All you had to do was submit someone (or up to 3 people) using your username. That was literally all I asked. All you and your little clique had to do was go - hey can you submit my name for Kass’s giveaway and I’ll submit yours? THAT’S ALL YOU HAD TO DO. But instead, you’d much rather bitch about not being included.
At this point, I’m pretty sure all y’all want to do is stir up drama. I’ve tried. Others have tried. Nothing seems to be good enough for you. So kindly, stay off my blog, my stories, my friend’s blogs, my friend’s stories - you go exist in your circle and we’ll keep doing what we’re doing.
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