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What if like the bnha series was an in canon thing. Like in the future a company came to Deku asking to make a manga/anine about his life (ofs is no longer a secret do to shit going down), and after talking to his friends and family (and getting their permission cuz u know he would) he agrees to it.

And like Bakugou knew he was going to get some backlash for the bullying and his shit attitude and he was fine with that... Deku and him had talked and come to terms on that shit years ago, but... what he wasnt expecting was his entire fanbase and everyone around him to start referring to him as Kacchan and only Kacchan

And he has like a total kick ass hero name too but no

He is now only Kacchan

He's so fucking pissed about it

HEY!!!!! Just a reminder that I have a book! Also, I decided to put it on sale for the holidays!! YAY! So, if you ... or maybe you have a friend or family member who likes horror/mystery stories than BAM! this is the story for you!

I also decided to post the first chapter on AO3 so people who are afraid to commit can get a little taste of what they’d be getting into! WHOOO! You can find that here!

I WROTE A BOOK/SHORT STORY/WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT!!! The point is I finally published something! Yay!

If your a fan of mystery with a bit of a horror aspect to it you should come check it out! There’s a kindle version too for those of you who like online books (it’s a bit cheaper too).

Also, I would like to thank @dememod for supporting me through this book writing journey and drawing me my beautiful flaming tree.

Lastly, if you do give my story a shot feel free to message me and let me know your thoughts. Good or bad I’m interested in what people think of it.

One of my favorite common fanfiction tropes that I see in Bakudeku fanfiction (and absolutely love) is the one where Katsuki is like the perfect little house wife.

Like he knows how to cook any dish, and he keeps his home super clean and then Izuku it’s kind of like... well ....sometimes he helps with the dishes ...and occasionally he remembers how to breathe

So, I was listening to that John Mulaney joke were he talks about how great it is to finally call his girlfriend his wife, and I couldn’t help but feel that if Katsuki and Izuku ever got married that would be them.

Like Izuku is so happy because he loves Kacchan so much and Kacchan is his husband and Katsuki is just so proud to call the little nerd his that they just have to share it with the world.

Like any conversation they have with their friends or coworkers they always try to throw the word husband in as much as possible when referring to one another.

Izuku meets some stranger on the street and when he happily brings up his husband they expect another kind cinnamon roll, but instead see Katsuki yelling fuck at the top of his lung while lighting trashcans on fire.

In the middle of an argument someone asks Katsuki “who could love an asshole like you?” and Katsuki just proudly yells back, “my hot fucking husband that’s who” and gestures to Izuku who’s smashing a building down with his fist and crushing a watermelon with his thighs while the sun shines out of his ass

Their friends and coworkers are happy for them, but so over it. Strangers are just confused. Life is beautiful.

Thank you for coming to me TED talk.

Behold! Deku Dog!

AKA that moment you realize that both one of your favorite anime boys and your dog are both short and muscular.

You can literally see the done in his eyes.

Activate!

The most unrealistic think about the BNHA/MHA Movie is the fact that nobody made fun of, or even mentioned Izuku’s suit. I mean the moment he said that he just “found” his suit I knew it was going to be bad, but just...

Just look at this boy:

It’s like Ron Weasley’s dress robes all over again.

He is wearing a brown pinstripe suit with a yellow undershirt for gawd sake.

He is literally the king of all nerds in this freakin thing.

Everybody else looks fly as fuck...

and then there’s this nerd...

and to make matters worse:

BAM!

Like are these really the only shoes you own.

Somebody help this boy, I swear....

I WROTE A BOOK/SHORT STORY/WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT!!! The point is I finally published something! Yay!

If your a fan of mystery with a bit of a horror aspect to it you should come check it out! There’s a kindle version too for those of you who like online books (it’s a bit cheaper too).

Also, I would like to thank @dememod for supporting me through this book writing journey and drawing me my beautiful flaming tree.

Lastly, if you do give my story a shot feel free to message me and let me know your thoughts. Good or bad I’m interested in what people think of it.

This is Flex.... he's afraid of leaves

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I think my favorite thing about the new Cool Patrol album is the fact that I’m not only one who immediately thought of Dan wearing a female cheerleader’s outfit while listening to GFY

*sighs*

My gf everytime I make a stupid pun

Dixie Boy

Relationship: Bichie (Bill x Richie)

Tags: Songfic, Possessive Behavior

Summary: Richie knows he's a bit possessive of his boyfriend. Bill doesn't seem to mind. Inspired by the song: Dixie Boy by April Smith And The Great Picture Show (lyrics in the fic)

Read on AO3

 I know you've got designs on my man     I see you giving him the eye     And I don't like what I see     And I know you don't want to get into it with me

Richie knew he was a clingy person. He wasn’t stupid or in denial about his issues. He knew he had a weird habit of clinging to his friends a little too tightly. Hell, his friends knew he had it too, but yet they never called him out on it. In fact, if anything they just let him do it, or always gave him the option to do whatever it is what they were doing. If he showed up their house in the middle of the night they’d let him in, or if everyone had stuff to do one would make sure Richie was invited. They never talked about it though. Just like how they never talked about how particular Stan could be about certain things, or how Bill seemed to avoid sewer drains like the plague.

Richie also knew he was very possessive of his friends. Of course, all the Losers were somewhat possessive of one another, but Richie knew he was just a touch more. If one of them was bullied he was the first one on the scene swinging, or if there was ever a possible chance of someone leaving or being added to their gang he was always ready to shut it down. He hadn’t had to do this yet, but he’d thought about it a few times.

The thing is though it never accord to him just how possessive he was until he started dating Bill Denbrough.

 'Cause like a soldier defends his land     I stand up, I get up, I defend my man     So don't make me ask you twice     'Cause I asked you once and I asked you nice     Keep your damn hands off my     Dixie Boy

Now, this was of no fault of Bill himself. Bill was just a nice guy. People were drawn to him by his good looks, easy going attitude, and kind words. He’d draw people pictures to make them happy, and then always got very nervous when he gave it to them. He’d stutter his way through an explanation, cheeks flushed, as he passed them the paper. Bill may have been a stuttering, klutzy mess, but he was always trying to make people happy and Richie absolutely loved him for it.

And from the way people would act around Bill they seemed to admire that about him as well.

 Well, he's sweet, isn't he?     But I'm sorry, ladies, he belongs to me     My Dixie Boy     Well, he's fine, but get in line     'Cause he's mine, he's mine, all mine, all mine.

It was one of the biggest things he noticed about Bill when they started dating. He saw just how much people actually payed attention to Bill, or worse touched him. Richie knew for a fact that Bill was not very comfortable when it came to strangers touching him. When it came to the other Losers Bill was fine, but anybody else seemed to make Bill nervous. Bill was too polite about things to just pull away from these people though. He’d just stand there and grin until the other person moved away, or somebody, mainly Richie, tugged him away.

This is why Richie uses every opportunity he gets to put an arm around Bill’s waist or shoulders. He kisses Bill in the hallways, sneaks up and hugs him from behind every chance he gets, and if he catches some fool leering at his boyfriend then he slips a hand in Bill’s back pocket to cup his ass right in front of them.

Bill always gives the most delicious squeak when he does this.

Well, I know the way that you girls operate So keep your hands to yourself and your eyes on your own plate It's not nice to stare Don't make me come over there 'Cause ladies, I'm a lady but please understand When it comes to my boy, I will fight like a man I will seek, and I will destroy For the apple of my eye, my pride and joy

Then there was the time at a party. He’d taken his eyes off Bill for what felt like a second, when he’d heard a loud smack followed by a yelp. He turned to see another male pressed up against Bill gripping his boyfriend’s ass like he owned it and seeming too whisper things in his ear. Bill looked a deer caught in the headlights. Body rigid and eyes-wide.

Richie couldn’t even remember moving. All he knew was one minute he was looking at his scared boyfriend, and the next he was looking down at the fallen asshole that dare smack his boyfriend’s ass.

Then Richie was being pulled away from the scene. Away from the party, and out into the cold night air. He expected Bill to be angry with him for punching the dude. Expected Bill to yell at him for resorting straight to violence, but no.

Instead Bill had shoved him up against the wall, and kissed him so hard his lips bruised.

 My Dixie Boy     Well, he's sweet, isn't he?     But I'm sorry, ladies, he belongs to me     My Dixie Boy     Well, he's fine, but get in line     'Cause he's mine, he's mine, all mine, all mine

The other Losers did call him out over his possessiveness of Bill. They joked about it. Would role theirs eyes when Richie got a little too touchy, or glared at people for staring.

He didn’t care though. Bill was his.

    I'm a lover not a fighter and I don't want to have to get rough     I'm just warning you ahead of time     I can be a bitch when it comes to my stuff     So keep your damn hands off my     Dixie Boy

And though Bill called him out on it too at times Richie knew Bill actually loved it. He’d scowled Richie for touching his ass in public, or for glaring at people, but Richie could see the lust in his eyes whenever Richie acted this way. Could feel it in the way Bill would grab him and kiss him behind closed doors.

And especially in the way Bill always seemed to fall apart as Richie whispered that he was his, while he peppered kisses across his skin.

 Well, he's sweet, isn't he?     But I'm sorry, ladies, he belongs to me     My Dixie Boy     Well, he's fine, but get in line     Tell you one more time, the boy is mine     He's mine, he's mine, all mine, all mine

Welcome to the Loser’s Club

Relationship: Bichie (Bill x Richie)

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Bill, Alpha Richie, Mpreg Bill, Birth (though not the graphic), fluff, flashbacks

Summary: Through a series of unfortunate events a family is brought back together just in time to welcome their newest member. 

This is part 2. Part 1 can be found here

Read it on AO3

He’s watching Bill paint the moment it happens. Typically, you’re not supposed to paint the walls in a rented home, but the older couple their renting the house from just couldn’t seem to say no to Bill. They’d loved the sketches Bill showed them up what he planned to do for the nursery (animals on the walls and a mix of day and night skies swirled together on the ceiling) to the point they’d even asked if he could paint a few pictures for them to put up in the own home. Bill had blushingly agreed.

The nursery wasn’t going to be ready in time for the baby though, and that wasn’t just because Richie refused to let Bill climb on things to paint the higher surfaces. By the time they’d finished the deal on the house (at a cheaper rent thanks to the old couple taking pity on them), and gotten their furniture and stuff moved in (Richie owed his buddies a lot of beers and thanks for that) Bill’s due date was just shy of three weeks away. So, here they were trying to get as much done as they could before their newest member joined the world.

Richie felt it was all worth it though. They had a yard now, space to spread out, and in all honesty Richie’s old apartment was no place to raise a baby. Plus, watching Bill paint the walls of the nursery was probably the happiest and most content he’d seen the other man since they’d met back up.

“Oh.”

He glances over at Bill watching as the other male pauses mid stroke to rub a hand along his swollen midsection. It completely blows Richie’s mind just how big Bill has gotten the past couple months. Not that he’d ever say that out loud to Bill. Just like he’d never saw how much Bill’s swollen breast turned him on too. No, those were things he was better off taking to the grave.

“Something wrong, Hot Stuff?

Bill snorts and gives him a little smile.

“No, just the baby moving a bit.”

He nods and watches Bill go back to painting. He’d been banned from helping paint the walls ever since he drew a dick on the wall that take several coats of paint to paint over.

He lets his mind drift again for a while before the loud clack of a paint brush hitting the ground snaps his attention back to Bill. Bill’s bent over now, both hands pressed to his belly as he clenches his eyes shut.

“Bill?”

“Oh.” Bill takes a shaky breath and opens his eyes. “I’m fine. Just a cramp R-richie. I think I’ve just been s-sssitting too l-long. Help m-me up, will ya?”

“Yea, yea.” He gets up quickly and takes a solid hold of Bill before helping him up as well. “You go stretch your legs Babe. I’ll clean up in here.”

Bill gives him a long look before surveying the room and nodding.

“I-if you’re sure?”

“Course I’m sure. Now go take a break. I’ve got this.” He kisses Bill on the cheek, and watches him waddle out of the room.

He picks up the fallen pain brush first, and scrubs away the splatter of paint off the floor. He manages to get the last bit of blue off the floor, before he hears Bill waddling back into the room.

“So um I d-don-don’t want you to p-p-panic, but my wa-waa-water just b-broke.”

Richie turns so fast he knocks the blue paint can over.

Shit.

---

Richie thinks Bill is far to calm for somebody in labor, and doesn’t have a ride to the hospital. Ever since Bill had shared his news Richie had been a mad dash of nerves running from one end of the house to the other. He’d helped Bill change into a fresh clean outfit, shoved him into as many coats as he could, and made sure to grab Bill’s bag before shuffling them out the door. It hits him then that neither of their cars are in the drive way. Bill’s truck was at the mechanics, and Richie had let one of his buddies borrow his own car for the day.

Well, damn.

He almost has a full-on melt down right there and then, but Bill takes one of hands and smiles.

“It’s okay Richie, we can take the b-bus.”

“What? No, Bill I’m not going… I can call us a taxi.”

“No, it’s fine R-r-richie. Taxi c-cost too much anyway. I d-don’t mind taking the bus. My wa-waaa-water just b-broke. We have time.”

Richie wants to argue, but Bill’s giving him one of those “we can do this smiles” and Richie can’t help but just follow along as Bill starts making his way to the bus stop.

___

The first bus they get on doesn’t go to any stops near the hospital, so they get off at a stop in the middle of the city to wait for another bus.

So, far Bill’s had three contractions that have left him completely breathless and clamping down so hard on Richie’s hand that he may have broken a few things, but he’s still smiling optimistically that even Richie’s starting to believe they can do this. The next bus will pick them up, they’ll get safely to the hospital, and everything will be fine. They can do this. He can do this.

A loud crash startles him, and both turn to look over in time to see a man bending down to pick up a crate of vegetables he’d dropped. Bill stands with a bit of difficulty and waddles over to the man to offer some help.

Because of course he does. Because he’s Bill. Richie huffs and follows.

“E-excuse me, do you need any help?”

The man grabs a runaway potato, before looking back at them with a smile.

“No, it’s okay I-“

Richie get a glance of charcoal brown eyes and the flashbacks start.

 “See now this is what I call a truck,” Richie says gesturing to the large white truck with the wooden back. Next to him Mike laughs and Bill looks slightly insulted.

   “Are you saying S-SILVER2 isn’t a r-r-real truck?”

   “Bill, SILVER2 is like 75 percent duct tape. This though-“he gestures to the white truck again. “This thing is all truck.”

   Mike laughs again, and wraps an arm around Bill’s shoulders.

   “I like your truck Bill.”

   “Thanks M-mike. Glad to know s-ssssomebodies on my side.”

  He shakes his head as the flashback fades and looks to see Mike and Bill embracing each other. Mike is strong looking, stronger than Richie remembers him being. His skin has become worn with age and long days of working outside in the sun. He cradles Bill against himself like one would a newborn kitten though His smile just so wide and loving, and it’s all just so Mike that Richie feel like he wants to cry.

Instead he throws himself into the hug. Tightening his grips around both males, and it’s somewhat awkward with Bill’s belly but they make it work. People around them are stopping to stare at the three questionably, but none of them seem to mind.

The moments ruined though when Bill suddenly clenches up and lets out a loud groan. Mike steps back like he’s afraid he hurt Bill, but moves forward again as Bill clamps a hand on them both for support. Mike looks at Richie questionably.

Richie gives him what he hopes is a smile.

“Oh yea, uh Bill’s in labor.”

---

Mike, just like Bill, drives the same truck he did when they were teenagers. The sides are dented up from being out on the farm, some of the wood panels of the bed need to be replaced, and the inside smells more like dirt than rowdy boys and one flowery tomboy but the truck is just as perfect as Richie remembers. Plus, it’s got heat which is already a step up above SILVER2.

He feels a bit guilty about interrupting Mike as he works, but Mike didn’t seem to have any regrets about leaving the veggies on the ground and not making his delivery.

“This is more important,” he’s said while hustling Bill and Richie over to his truck, and helping them both get in before taking the driver seat and peeling off as fast as he can into the traffic filled streets.

So, now here they were in Mike’s old farm truck driving to the hospital. He catches up with Mike as they drive. He learns that Mike has a farm of his own just outside the city, and sells his vegetables to the local business. Richie tells him about the record store, and him and Bill buying a house together. Next to him, on the window side, Bill is mainly quiet except for a few soft groans. The contractions seem to be coming quicker now, and Richie wishes more than anything to be more than something for Bill to grip onto as his body clenches with pain.

Richie has just about let himself relax when shit hits the fan again.

Because of course it does.

There almost halfway to the hospital when a strong force slams into the back of Mike’s truck from the side. Mike slams on the breaks as his truck spins from the force. Richie reacts without thought, and pulls Bill against him making sure the omega doesn’t slam his head against the window.

Bill’s the first one to move once the truck stops spinning. He’s shaking like a leaf (or maybe that’s Richie), and he lets out the most miserable noise Richie’s ever heard him make.

“R-r-richie.”  Oh not good. Richie knows that tone of voice to well.

He has enough time to reach over and shove the door open, and hold tight to Bill as he helps him lean out the car before Bills gaging and vomiting all over the pavement. He can hear Mike opening his own door, can feel the truck shake a bit as the other male gets out, but he keeps his focus on Bill. He rubs at the omega’s back in what he hopes is comfort, and keeps a firm grip every time Bill lurches forward.

It's not pretty, but other than the vomiting and shaking Bill seems uninjured and Richie’s unbelievably thankful for that.

It seems to take forever before Bill finished and turns to throw himself into Richie’s arms. He’s openly crying now. Trembling as he clenches tightly to the front of Richie’s coat, and presses his face into Richie’s hood. He’s probably getting vomit and snot on Richie’s coat, but Richie doesn’t care. He just shushes him and presses kisses to the side of his head. Every time a contraction seems to wrack through Bill’s body he murmurs how proud he is of Bill, and reminds him that everything is going to be okay.

“Are you two okay?”

Richie looks up to see a man peering in at them from the passenger door. Another familiar pair of eyes meet his, and though the man’s body is much firmer than Richie remembers he’d know that face anyway.

 “Are you sure this is safe?”

   Richie looks back at Ben as the other male climbs up in the bed of SILVER2 after him.

   “Ben, when is anything we do safe.”

  Bill, who’s quieted down to sniffles and low groans of pain, lifts his head and wipes at his face with his sleeve before turning to Ben.

“B-b-ben?”

Ben gives them a large smile and hold his hand out towards Bill.

“Yea, it’s me. Are you two okay? Do you need help getting out?”

Bill nods and reaches to take Ben’s hand. Together Ben and Richie manage to help get Bill out of the truck. Bill stumbles a bit as he avoids his own pile of vomit, but another pair of strong arms come out to help support his weight before he can fall.

The new man looks a bit disgusted to be standing so close to a pile of vomit, but he keeps a solid hold of Bill. Even when the omega looks up at him with his still tear stained cheeks, and doesn’t even object when the omega gasps and tugs him into a tight hug. He’s defiantly uncomfortable about the uncleanness of Bill, but he hugs the omega back.

Richie waves Ben away and jumps out of the truck with ease, while giving the new comer a giant smile.

 “Bill, what the fuck you can’t just throw the stuff in there.”

   Bill jumps a bit from surprise and turns to look at Stan confused. There’s a candy bar sticking out of his mouth, and Richie can’t help but snigger at how goofy he looks. Bill wipes his hands on his jeans, and takes the candy out of his mouth. This seems to bother Stan a bit as well.

   “Wh-wh-what do you mean?”

   Stan gestures to the bunch of junk Bill just threw into the back of the pickup truck.

   “You can’t just throw it in there like that. You have to secure it or it’s just going to fly out.” Bill seems to give the junk a long look before shrugging and one handedly slamming the tail gate shut.

   “I-it will be fine Stan. W-we’re not going t-too far.” He gives Stan an encouraging smile before making his way to the driver seat.  

   “Yea Staney, everything will be fine,” Richie says while giving Stan a swift pat on the back. Stan swats him away. He looks like he wants to climb in the back and secure everything himself, but he huffs instead and makes his way to the passenger side of the vehicle.

  “Hey Stan. Nice haircut.”

Stan glares up at him. His hair is cut much shorter that Richie remember, the curls tight against his head.

“Still looks better than yours Richie.”

“Your just jealous you don’t have such flawless locks as mine-”

“So, the trucks not going anywhere,” Mike interrupts as he comes over and stands next to Stan. “The trucks not too badly damaged, but the other driver hit one of my back tires and screwed the alignment up. Popped the tire too, and I don’t spare right now to change it out. On the bright side nobody appears to be hurt, but Bev went to call an ambulance when I told her about Bill being in labor.”

“Bev?”

Mike nods and gives them a smile as he gestures to red-haired vixen running towards him.

 Richie laughs as he glances over at Beverley who’s laughing along beside him. Her whipping around her like crazy as they fly down the road.

   “You dare me to do it,” she asks looking back at Bowers’s beat up car as it follows behind them. Bowers and his gang had been chasing them for at least a good twenty minutes now.

   “Do it,” he says. Bev laughs and slides her way to the tail gate of SILVER2, she leans her weight against the rusted metal as she sits up on her knees, and lifts up her shirt flashing Bowers and his petty little gang.

   This seems to take Bowers by surprise because the small car swerves right into a stop sign. She lets her shirt drop down, and flops back down next to him. They laugh harder, imagining what Bowers’s face must have looked like as the old Ford leaves the tiny hunk of junk in the dust.

  Bev comes to a stop in front of them smiling.

“Hey, you guys okay?”

Richie nods and goes over to give her a hug. She smells like flowers and cigarettes, and squeezes him so hard that his back pops. She gives him a reassuring smile when she notices him looking at the bruise poorly hidden by make up on her cheek. He makes a mental note to ask her about it later, as she pulls away to look at Bill who’s still leaning against Stan. He’s looking at her with wide-eyes like he’s unsure of she’s really there.

“You okay Bill?”

Bill blinks at her and nods before groaning and curling in himself. She walks over to rub a hand along his back.

“Don’t worry Big Bill, there’s ambulance on the way.”

He groans at this and shakes his head no. He opens his mouth to speak, but ends up whimpering instead and turning pleading eyes towards Richie.

Richie curses. Their running out of time.

“I don’t think Bill has time to wait for an ambulance. Do any of you guys have a car we can take?” The three new comers glance at each uncertainly before shaking their heads no.

Great.

“I could give you guys a ride.”

The six turn to see a shorter male walking towards him. He’s wearing a white suit that looks a bit ridiculous on his short frame.

 “I didn’t even know you knew how to get dirty, Eddie.” Eddie flips him off, as passes Bill the wrench. Bill mumbles a quiet thank you, and leans down to work on whatever it is he’s attempting to fix in the old truck.

   Eddie still swears that he hates the old truck, but all the Losers know that’s a big fat lie. Whenever Bill has to do work on SILVER2, Eddies always next to him passing him tools and holding the flashlight as Bill works. By the time Bill drops the hood shut their both usually covered in black grease, and bits of rust.

   Richie reaches over to swipe some grease off the engine and smears it against Eddie’s arm. Eddie swats at him.

   “What the hell Richie! Don’t you have better things to than annoy?”

   “Now Eds, I think we both know the answer to that.”

   “Don’t call me Eds!”

  “Nice suit Eds.”

“Beep Beep Richie.”

“Eddie?” Bill’s eyes are watery as he pulls away from Stan and shakily makes his way to pull the shorter male into a hug. Eddie gives him a sad smile and hugs him back.

“Hey Big Bill. You’re not looking so good buddy.”

“It has b-b-been the l-longest d-da-day.” Eddie chuckles softly and rubs his back as he looks at the other losers around them.

“Looks like it.”

“You can g-g-give us a r-r-ride?”

“Yea.”

Eddie pulls away to an expensive looking sparkly-white limo.

“I own my own limo business now. Cool, huh?”

Bill just nods, and looks at Eddie like he’s the greatest thing Bill has ever laid his eyes on. Richie would have probably felt a little jealous if he didn’t feel the exact same way.

He makes sure to grab Bill’s bag from Mike’s truck, and together him and Eddie help Bill waddle over to their fancy to new ride. Richie climbs in first, so he can help Bill climb in after him, and together the two settle down against each other by the door. The rest of the Losers file in except for Eddie who goes to take his spot in the driver seat. Mike takes a few minutes to tell the driver that hit him what’s going on, before running over and getting in the limo last and slams the door shut.

“Everybody in,” Eddie asks. The driver screen is down, so that they can all see the back of his head.

“Eye,eye captain! HI-HO Silver away!”

He can see Eddie roll his eyes in the mirror, but him and everybody else chuckle at the familiar phrase so Richie counts it as a win. Next to him Bill is using his shoulder as a pillow as he grips the front of his coat with one hand, and Richie’s pant leg with his other. His panting now, eyes fluttering shut it every couple of seconds as the contractions hit. Mike passes him a tiny water bottle that Richie helps Bill drink from.

He listens to each of them share a small story of their lives since moving away from Derry, and just how they somehow all managed to meet up today of all days. Ben had been on his way to some new bookstore that had just opened when he saw the crash. Eddie was going to meet a new client, Stan got off work early for a chance and had decided to take a walk, and Bev was wandering around trying to find some ideas for her new clothing line. Now, here they all were together once again.  

It seemed impossible, yet there was still an ache radiating from his hand from Bill squeezing it earlier that let him know he wasn’t dreaming. This was all completely real.  

“R-richie.”

He turns to look back over at Bill. His face is pale, and his hair starting to stick to his forehead with sweat. Eddie was right. Bill really doesn’t look good right now. He runs his hand through Bill’s hair and shushes him softly.

“It’s okay Babe. We’re almost there.”

Bill shakes his head no.

“Can’t wait.”

“What…. What do you mean can’t wait?”

“N-need to push.”

“Bill, you are not giving birth in my car,” Eddie shouts from the front. The other Losers have stopped talking, and are now watching Bill worriedly as the omega whines and tenses up as another contraction occurs. There seems to be no pause between them now, just one contraction after another.

Richie looks at the other Losers in hopes that one of them will know what to do. They all look equally lost except for Mike who seems to have some idea what to do.

Bless Mike.

“I think we’re going to have deliver this baby in the car.”

Never mind. Mike’s no fucking help at all.

“And just how do you expect us to do us that. None of us know how to deliver a baby,” Stan points out. Bill groans and clenches up again, biting hard down on his lip as he tries not to scream.

“Plus, nobody is giving BIRTH IN MY CAR!”

“I don’t think we have much of a choice at this point Eddie,” Mike says as he gets up and places himself in front of Bill. “I’ve helped deliver a few baby sheep in my time. I know it’s not the same but it’s something, right?” He tries to give Bill a reassuring smile. “You mind if we take your pants off, so I can take a look?”

Richie has to bite his tongue to keep himself from making a comment, and by the way Bill’s literally trying to rip his pants off Richie can assume that Bill doesn’t seem to mind Mike’s limited experience either. Once, they manage to get Bill’s pants and boxer’s off, Mike has Bill shift to the edge of the seat and rest his feet on Mike’s shoulders. The other Losers offer as much privacy as they can by looking away. Eddie smartly keeps his mouth shut.

“Holy fuck there’s a head!”

“What?”

Richie, who it should be reminded is not known for his tack, piers down between Bill’s legs to get a look. Male omega’s do have both male genitals and balls, but there much smaller than male betas and alphas. Under the male’s balls is a third hole referred to as the vaginal hole. It isn’t a vagina though; male omegas are very specific about that.

Currently, Mike is holding Bill’s male genitals out of the way, so he can get a good look at the vaginal hole which seems to have something pressing against the edges from the inside. It takes Richie a second to realize it’s the head.

Holy fuck indeed.

“Okay, uh Bill on the next contraction I’m going to need you to push.”

Bill nods and reaches out to take one of Richie’s hands. Richie prepares for the possibility of Bill breaking his hand. He gives Bill the biggest smile he can manage. Not even a second later he has to look away and bite is lip as Bill squeezes tightly. Bill lets out a shout of pain that startles all of them, including Eddie who swerves a bit but manages to get the limo under control.

Mike works trying to help coax the baby out, but keeps getting distracted by Bill’s feet constantly slipping from his shoulders.

“Hey.” He glances back at the remaining Losers in the car. “Can you guys get over here and help me hold his legs up?”

Stan and Ben stare at him frozen, but Bev moves over and takes a hold of one Bill’s legs. She smiles at Bill, and gives him a soft kiss on the knee as she rubs at his trembling thighs. Ben seems to snap out of whatever stupor he’s in when he sees Bev move, and moves over to support Bill’s other leg. Unlike Bev though he keeps his eyes for away from the scene between Bill’s legs. Stan’s the last one to move. He seems very hesitant at first, but moves to sit next to Bill in the seat and allows Bill to hold on to one of his hands. Richie’s just glad he’s not the only one getting his hand broken today.  

They seem to fall into a pattern as Bill alternates between pushing and not pushing. Bills keeps up a constant stream of curse words, Mike continues working to help get the baby out as much as he can, Bev whispers words of encouragement, Ben mutters praises now and then, and Stan and Richie try their best not curse along with Bill every time he squeezes their hands.

“Come on Bill, your almost there. Just a few more pushes.”

Richie takes a peek back between Bill’s legs. Bev is now holding Bill’s junk out of the way, so Mike can give all his attention to the baby. The baby’s head is now almost all the way out, and Richie stares wide eyed completely flabbergasted. He had no idea such a tiny hole could stretch open so much. He doesn’t even register as Bill clenches down on his hand again. Just watches as more of the baby slips out. A pair of shoulders slip out, two tiny hands, two knobby knees, and then finally two tiny feet. Bills slumps back in the seat completely exhausted.

The newborn’s loud cries fill the car as Mike reaches up to pass the baby to his new mother. Bill cradles the baby in his arms like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen. The baby’s still covered in birth goo, and Bill himself isn’t looking too good with his bright red cheeks and sweat soaked hair, but Richie doesn’t think he’s ever seen something more beautiful.

---

“Can you get me a pack of M&Ms?”

Bev nods at him before quietly shutting the door behind herself. Richie turns back around in his seat, and smiles at Bill’s sleeping form on the hospital bed. He leans over to wipe a bit of drool of his chin, and gives him a soft kiss on the cheek. Bill mutters but doesn’t wake up. The sleeping baby in his arms makes a slight noise of protest, but doesn’t wake up either and for that Richie is thankful.

He sits back in his chair and readjusts the baby in his arms. He looks down at the newborn baby boy and smiles.

“Hey there Sammy.” The baby doesn’t so much as flinch, so Richie finds it okay to keep talking. “Sammy Georgie Denbrough. You know Bill was so happy when he came up with that name.” He glances over at the omega on the bed with a loving smile. “He has a bit of hard time saying it though, because of his stutter but he’s been practicing saying it for a month now, so if he seems to be struggling just give him some patience, alright? S’s just aren’t his strong point, but he’s a very stubborn man and refused to name you something easier for him to say. Plus, your middle name, Georgie, that was the name of a very special person in your in your Mom’s life, so don’t be surprised if he struggles a bit with that one either.” He takes a shaky breath and adjusts the baby in his arms again.

“Oh, and those losers that just left. Those are your aunts and uncles. There a bit scary at first but I promise they’ll grow on you.”

“As for me well… I’m not your real daddy… at least by blood but I… if it’s okay with you and your Mom, I’d love it if you called me dad.” The baby in his arms lets out a what could be considered a pleased noise, and snuggle up against him. Richie chuckles.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the top of Sammy’s head.

“Welcome to the Loser’s Club, Sammy.”

I feel like I have a lot in common with Eddie Kaspbrak, because I too am short and ready to fight 24/7.

Proving Richie Wrong

Relationship: Bill x Eddie (kaspbrough), Tozenbrak (Hinted)

Tags: PWP, roughness, bruises, Top Eddie, Bottom Bill, Mild Language

Summary: Richie pisses Eddie off. Bill comes up with a solution, and a way to make Eddie feel better. 

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Eddie storms through the Denbrough house without a single care how loud he is. Bill’s parents aren’t here (though even if they were he would have probably been just as loud just to see if they’d acknowledge his or Bill’s presence for once). He slams the front door open, marches through the hall, stomps up the stairs, and opens Bill’s door so hard that it flies against the walls causing the items on the shelves near to shake. Bill looks up at him from his spot on the bed like he’s surprised Eddie’s here, and didn’t just come storming through his household.

“E-eddie? What’s wrong?”

“Richie.” He clenches his teeth as he says the name, fist shaking as his sides. Bill doesn’t even look surprised.

“What did R-richie do now?”

“What did he do? What did he do? What doesn’t he do!” He throws his hands up in a rage, kicks the door shut, and begins pacing around Bill’s room as he rants. “I know I shouldn’t let what he says get to me, but the asshole knows just what to say to get under my skin and it makes me so mad. Today he kept making short jokes at me, and had the audacity to say I must be a bottom because I’m short!”

“What’s wrong w-with being a b-b-bottom?”

“Nothing, but ugh! He can’t just assume shit like that, and even when I said I’ve topped the asshole wouldn’t believe me!” He pauses midstride to look at Bill who’s watching him slightly confused. “Tell me Bill, who tops in our relationship.”

“Well, technically we s-ssswitch-“

“Yes, but who usually tops?”

“You do.”

“Exactly!”

“I j-just don’t get why y-you’re so angry about w-w-what R-richie thinks…”

“I’m not I just,” He sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “I couldn’t give a fuck what Richie thinks, but he just knows the right way to get under my skin and I just UGGGHHHH!”

Bill watches him have a little mini rant dance in the middle of his room, before speaking up again.

“I know something w-we can do that will make you happy.” He drops his hands and looks at Bill defeated.

“What?”

“We could p-prove R-richie wr-wrong.”

Eddie stares at Bill uncertain how to respond to that before surging forward and tugging Bill into an aggressive kiss. Nothing about it is cute or innocent. It’s hungry, rough, and bruise inducing. Their lips slide together. Their tongues dance. A soft moan makes its way from the back of Bill’s throat.

Eddie is the first to pull away. He slides his lips along Bills chin, down his neck, and finally holds his shirt collar to the side so he can latch onto Bill’s collar bone. It’s his absolute favorite place to leave his mark, because he knows Bill can hide it from wandering eyes, but Eddie still gets to see the splash of colors peek through whenever Bill fiddles with his shirt collar.

He pulls away long enough for the both of them to lose their shirts.

“Is this okay,” he whispers. Bill gives a needy moan as Eddie latches onto one of his nipples.

“Y-yea.”

There a mess of limbs. Hands gripping and grabbing. Lips marking any open flesh.

Eddie worms his way between Bill’s legs, and has him lift his hips so he can yank his pants and boxers off. Bill shivers at the expose, a flush spreading from his checks to his upper chest. Eddie gets hit with the scent of his favorite strawberry soap that Bill owns, and the heavy musky scent that’s all Bill. He grabs at the other boy’s thighs, and presses kisses along Bill’s hips. There’s a slight taste of soap that makes him smile.

“Did you clean yourself for me Big Bill? Get yourself ready for my arrival?”

He looks up to see Bill giving him a sly little smile.

“Well, you s-sssaid you w-were coming over today.”

“Your ridiculous Billy.” He gets up so that he can strip out of his own pants, grabs the bottle of lube and a condom from Bill’s bedside dresser, and drops the bottle onto Bill’s belly before climbing back between his legs. “But you may as well finish what you started.”

Bill seems a little nervous as he pops the cap and pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. Especially, when Eddie grabs a hold of his thighs again, and holds his legs open for him. His knees held up near his head, and everything he has being put on display for Eddie’s pleasure.

“E-e-eddie.” He whines. Eddie rubs comforting circles with his thumbs against his thighs.

“Come on Bill, I wanna see you. Let me see you open yourself for me.”

Bill shivers at this and nods. He reaches down and presses the first finger to his entrance. There’s some slight resistance, but he slips the finger in. Eddie kisses his thighs as he works himself. Watches as the finger moves in and out of Bill’s ass before another one is slipped in next to it. By the time he inserts a third Eddie has left dark hickies all over his thighs and bite mark a few inches from his knee. The faster he moves his fingers, the louder he moans, the darker the bruise Eddie seems to leave on his flesh.

“I’m r-r-ready E-e-eddie.”

Eddie smirks and gives his thighs one last kiss before tapping Bill on the hips and telling him to roll over. As Bill changes positions he slips the condom on, and moves to position himself behind the taller male.

“Let’s prove Richie wrong, shall we?”

Bill smirks back at him, and wiggles his ass in encouragement for Eddie to go for it.  

----- The next day at school Bill arrives with a slight limp, puffy lips, a few visible bruises, and a happy smile on his face. Next to him, almost a full half a foot shorter, Eddie stands looking smug as fuck. Richie looks between the two of them confused.

“How does that even work?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and gives him the finger.

“Like I said Richie, size don’t mean shit. Plus, you’d be surprised by the stuff I can do in bed.” He gives Bill’s ass a hard slap as though to emphasize his point, and then swaggers off with his head held high. The other two watch him go before Richie turns to Bill.

“You got something to add Big Bill?”

Bill shrugs.

“B-before I didn’t think I w-would like b-bottoming but… Eddie always m-makes it really en-enjoyable.” He gives Richie a little smile before trailing off after his boyfriend.

It takes Richie several minutes to will his erection away before he can follow after them.

Nothing But Duct Tape and Hope

Relationship: Bichie (Bill x Richie)

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Bill, Alpha Richie, Mpreg Bill

Summary: It takes three chance meetings, and the presence of a beat up rusted-red Ford for Richie to realize who the omega is.

This is part 1. Part 2 can be found here

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The first time Richie sees the omega he doesn’t think much about him. He’s out with some of his buddies, minding his own business when a familiar scent passes by. It triggers odd images of rickety old bikes, cliffs overlooking a sparkling water hole, and a pair of the most intensive blue eyes he’s ever seen. He turns trying to catch a look at who producing the scent by all he sees is tail end of a tall figure in jeans, and a grey hoodie disappearing behind the corner.

The next time he sees the omega he still doesn’t think much about him. He’s out buying himself a sandwich for dinner on his way home from work. They’d gotten several boxes of new records in today that he had to put away, and he finds himself too tired to bother making himself a meal. It’s the same grey hoodie that catches his eyes this time. A figure sitting outside the deli, their head bent low as they scribble away at a well-used notebook. Their hair is a lovely shade of red and long enough to hide their face from his view. The scent hits him next, but it’s off, different. He briefly wonders what a pregnant omega is doing by themselves sitting in a sidewalk when his order gets called, and for the time forgets all about it.

The third time he sees the omega is when it all finally comes back. He’s walking back to his car when he hears the loud ding as someone’s keys hit the pavement followed by someone cursing loudly. He turns to find the same grey hoodie wearing omega clutching to the side of a beat of red ford pickup as they go to pick up their keys.

And then the memories come flooding back.

He’s sixteen again. His glasses are too large for his face, his socks don’t match, and his jeans are honestly more holes than fabric at this point. Next to him Eddie stares in horror at the rusted-up machine in front of them. On the other side Stan stands looking very unimpressed. Bill is the only one who looks happy. He’s smiling like a loon, gesturing to the beat up old truck like it’s the greatest thing in the entire world.

“Is it safe,” Eddie asks. “I feel like just being around that thing will give me tetanus.” Bill doesn’t let this bother him, he shakes his head and keeps smiling.

“It’s s-ssafe E-eddie. I promise. I even had a mechanic l-look it over before I drove it home. E-everything works.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s safe,” Eddie mutters.

“Who’d you get to look at it? Derry mechanics, or Larry’s auto,” Stan asks. Bill pats the hood, bits of rust fall from the underbelly.

“Larry’s auto.”

Bill’s answer doesn’t seem to make Stan happy. Richie doesn’t blame him. The truck literally looks like it’s on its last wheel… if that.

“I thought for certain you’d go for something a little more silver,” he finally pipes in. Bill laughs and gestures for them to follow him to the back. They do, but all three continue to keep their distance. It hits him the second he sees the only new and good-looking thing on the truck as to how much this vehicle means to Bill. On the back, surrounded by rust is a brand-new license’s plate with the words ‘SILVER2’ written in blocky letters. Bill looks so proud of this that Richie can’t even bring himself to comment on how the truck isn’t even silver, can’t bring himself to make side remarks when it takes a few tries for Bill to get the driver side door open, and can’t bring himself to say no when Bill offers to give all three a ride. 

Somehow all four boys manage to squeeze themselves into the bench seat of the old Ford. It’s a tight squeeze that’s made even more awkward by the fact the trucks a manual, and Bill has to be able to access the clutch as he drives. The truck still smells like whoever Bill’s dad bought the truck from, and lemon cleaning spray that instead of masking the scent seems to just makes things worse.

But none of that bothers him. Not the fact that he’s uncomfortable pressed against Eddie and Bill. Not that the Ford smells like old man and lemons. Not the fact that he’s pretty certain the truck is held together by nothing but hope and duct tape.

No.

 All he cares about is the look Bill gets when he turns the key and SILVER2 somehow roars to life with only a few loud clangs. He decides that as long as this truck keeps Bill smiling like that than it’s the best damn truck he’s ever had the privilege of sitting in.

He comes back to reality feeling like somebody has punched him right in the face. Memory after forgotten memory filling his brain. Pleasant memories of summer filled nights with seven losers laid out in the bed of the old Ford laughing together until the early hour of the morning. Sad memories of saying goodbye, watching the rusted red Ford piled high with junk drive off in the direction opposite of his own.

He’d forgotten. They’d promised to stay in touch. They’d promised to always be friends. Somehow, he’d forgotten them, and it took a rusted red truck to get him to remember.

He walks over to the omega, who’s now fiddling with his key ring to get the key he needs to unlock the vehicle. He thinks for a second that the person before him may not be who he thinks it is, but then a familiar pair of blue eyes peek up seeming to sense someone is watching them. Brown meets blue and Richie swears the whole world stops spinning for a second.

Bill seems lost for a few seconds as he stares Richie. His face blank as he stares uncertainly as some unknown alpha steps into his space, but then Richie can see the moment Bill seems to remember. His eyes light up, and he smiles just like on the day he showed off his “brand new” truck to the rest of the losers. He meets Richie halfway and the two embraces in the middle of the parking lot without a single care in the world.

Bill is still slightly taller and the small swell from his baby bump presses awkwardly into Richie’s stomach, but Richie decides then and there that this is the best hug he’s ever had. He thinks he could hug Bill forever, but a car honks at them to move so he sadly has to let go.

They move to go stand by the old Ford. It’s the same as Richie remember it. Seats made mostly of duct tape, more rust than red, and the radio antenna dented slightly in the middle from the time he tried to slide across the hood.

He laughs at this and runs his hands along the hood of the vehicle.

“How in the hell have you managed to keep this thing running?” Bill laughs.

“The same as when we were younger. S-ssshear hope and duct tape.”

Man, did Richie miss that stutter.

The talk for over two hours. Richie tells Bill about his job at the local record store, the band he’s in, and the weird friends he’s made since leaving for college. Bill talks about graduating college, some of the things he’s written, and one wild story involving him having to seduce someone into getting some free stuff for his buddies (“like B-bev did for us”). He shares the story sounding like he’s surprised it actually worked, which just reminds Richie how cute Bill is. He learns that Bill is exactly six months pregnant. Bill never says anything about another Alpha in his life. Richie never asks. They agree to meet up again in a few days then they go their separate ways.

The next time Richie sees Bill it’s for their intentional meet up. They meet up at Richie’s favorite dinner. They talk mainly about the past, and all the fun times they’ve both started to remember. They even discuss the weirdness of forgetting everything. They never discuss the real cause of what could be behind the amnesia. Even though Richie dreamed of claws and red balloons the night before, and Bill’s stutter seems to be just a degree worse than the last time they met (he also swears it had been completely cured until a few days ago) neither seem up to being the first to bring up the forbidden topic.

He also learns the baby’s a boy. Still nothing about the father.

Throughout the next month they continue to meet. They talk about the past. They talk about the present. They talk about the things they love, the things they hate, and everything in between. The weather gets colder, the seasons change from Fall to Winter. Somehow Bill’s baby bump grows larger.

He learns on their seventh meet up about Bill’s relationship status. He makes an off comment about making Bill’s baby daddy jealous with how much time Bill’s been hanging out with him. Bill gives him a sad smile and shrugs. He explains there is no ‘baby daddy’ in his life.

“It’s just m-me and my truck.”

Richie’s almost annoyed with himself by how happy that makes him.

The fourteenth … or maybe it’s fifteenth time they meet isn’t planned. Richie’s out with his buddies again. Their walking down the sidewalk late on a cold winter night. Their all a bit drunk. It’s been a pretty fun evening so far.

But then he spots a familiar red truck parked near a street lamp. It’s sitting alone in an empty parking lot. He waves for his buddies to keep going and makes his way over to the beat up old Ford. Something about this entire situation feels off, and he’s determined to figure out what’s up. He looks over the truck first. The tarp Bill keeps tied over the bed of the truck is untied in one corner, but other than that there appears to be nothing wrong. There’s a large mound of blankets piled up in the bench of the truck, and when he knocks on the driver side window the lump shifts just slightly before Bill’s head appears from the mound. They blink owlishly at each for a few minutes before Bill seems to snap out of his surprise, and unlocks the passenger door for Richie to climb on in. The inside of the truck is just as cold as the outside air, but the blankets Bill offers him are nice and warm and the inside smells strongly of Bill so he can’t complain too much.

“Bill, why are you sleeping outside in your truck?” His own voice surprises him. It sounds a little too gravely. He feels oddly sober now too.

Bill fiddles with the edge if his blanket. He looks embarrassed. He shrugs.

“It’s like I told you R-richie… it’s just me and my truck.” He gestures for Bill to elaborate. Bill sighs and continues. “A few months ago,… when I found out I was p-p-pregnant… my boyfriend at the time was-sssn’t happy about it. He s-sss-said I should get rid of the baby. That he d-doesn’t want to b-be a father. I refused, so he kicked me out.” Bill pauses to sniffle and wipe at his eyes. Richie scoot closer. “My writing makes decent money b-but not enough for me to live on my o-own, so since getting kicked out I’ve just been driving around. I was honestly just passing through, but then you showed up and….” He shrugs and gestures to space around them. “Here we are….”

“Why didn’t you tell me.”

Bill shrugs again.

“I didn’t want to be a b-b-bother.”

“You’re never a bother Big Bill.” He pulls Bill close and hugs him tight. It’s a bit awkward with the space and Bill’s belly but they make it work.

“God Bill your fucking freezing. Why the hell don’t you at least have the heat on.”

“H-heat doesn’t work.”

He lets go of Bill to take the keys off the dash, and puts them in the ignition. The truck sputters a bit before finally roaring to life just as Richie remembered. Bill seems surprised when Richie messes with the radio and it comes to life too.

“The radio hasn’t worked in years.”

Richie just smirks and winks at him.

“Guess it just missed me.”

Bill snorts and rolls his eyes. Even in the dim light Richie can see the tear marks on his cheeks, but he’s smiling softly.

The heat doesn’t magically work, but Richie figures that’s a problem for another day. He convinces Bill to drive them out of the parking lot, and directs him towards the apartment he shares with his roommate.

“Are you sure your roommate won’t mind me spending the night.”

“Yes Bill, and even if he did I wouldn’t give a shit.”

He leads Bill up the stairway. Bill seems a bit uncertain, but Richie fills the silence with shitty jokes that gets Bill giggling. He apologies for the messy state of the apartment, Bill says he doesn’t mind, Richie make sure to keep a hand on Bill’s back as the fumble around in the dark to make sure he doesn’t trip over anything. He leads Bill into his room and shuts the door. He tugs Bill into his bed, and rubs the omega all over trying to breath warmth back into frozen limbs. Bill giggles and squirms when Richie ‘accidently’ rubs at his sides. He feels the baby kick against his palm. Bill flushes a bit. Richie stares at him amazed. They fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Another month passes. Richie can’t believe how time has flown. Bill is eighth months, and looks ready to pop. Currently he’s asleep on the couch, cuddled up close against Riche’s side. The grey hoodie is long gone, and now Bill is wearing a lovely blue sweater. There’s a notebook resting on his belly, and a pencil loosely held in his slack grip. Richie leans over to give him a kiss on the cheek, and takes the pencil and notebook away.

Things aren’t easy. The baby’s due date is coming up, and neither are as prepared as they want to be. Bill still seems upset about dragging Richie into his baby drama, but Richie continues to tell him that it’s all okay. It’s odd how much he doesn’t seem to mind that the baby isn’t his by blood. The idea of helping Bill raise a child pleases him in a way he doesn’t fully understand, but has come to embrace with open arms.

They still don’t talk about the dark parts of their pasts either. They don’t talk about the months Bill spent living alone in his truck, or the images of bright red balloons that seem to fill both their nightmares.

They’ll probably have to talk about it someday, but not yet.

No, for now Richie has more important things to focus on. He looks back down to the newspaper in his lap, and continues to read the ad for the house for sale off Fillmore Street. It’s a bit above their price range, but he figures is he takes a few extra shifts at the record store they just be able to pull that one off. He smiles and circles the ad with a bright red marker. Next to him Bill smiles pleased in his sleep.

Richie wouldn’t have things any other way.

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING IVE EVER SEEN

This is my favorite video, Jack is the one on top btw

Gazebos, Yellow, and Red

Relationships: Bill x Richie x Eddie x Stanley (OT4)

Tags: Talk of sex, safe word discussion, no actual sex though

Summary: Every relationship should have safe words. Especially, one with four teenage boys.

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“I don’t see why your freaking out Eddie. You know all the answers.” Eddie paused midstep to look over at Stan who was alternating between staring out the window, and watching the smaller boy pace as he answered Bill’s questions. He made a little huffing noise, flailed his arms a bit, and gave Stan a look.

“I do not. Didn’t you hear Bill say I got the last one wrong. Wrong Stan! Wrong!”

“I actually ssssaid you only got it half-wr-wrong,” Bill said peering up at them from his own spot on Richie’s bed. His head was resting on said boy’s lap, as said boy stared off into space absent mindedly played with Bill’s hair. Bill was holding their biology textbook in his hands, and had been spewing Eddie question after question for the past hour.

“Half-wrong, wrong, same thing. Bill next question.”

“No Bill, no more questions.” Stan moved from his spot near the window, and walked over to wrap the irritated boy into his arms. “Eddie you’ve got this. You know this material better than any of us.” Eddie huffed again, but nodded at the praise and leaned against him. “Plus, if I have to hear one more biology question I’m going to scream. Right Bill?” Bill smiled and nodded as he let the book fall close next to him. “Great, so no more biology-“

“I think we should come up with a safe word.”

The three other boys in the room froze before slowly looking over (or up in Bill’s case) at Richie who had seemed to have finally snapped back to reality in the most awkward and typical Richie way possible. By spouting weirdness. Bill was the first to speak up.

“A s-sssafe word?” Richie nodded.

“Yea, you know like when we do sexy stuff. That way if somebody feels uncomfortable or overwhelmed they can use the safe word, and the rest of us will know to stop.” Eddie gave Richie a freaked out look, and shook his head.

“What type of weird-kinky shit do you think we’re going to be doing that we would need a safe word for?”

“I’m not saying we’re going to do be doing weird shit… though if any of you guys have some ideas I’m totally down for hearing them… but I mean even in the vanillaest of sex you should have a safe word.”

“It pains me to say this, but I think Richie’s right,” Stan finally spoke up. “Especially, considering there’s four of us in this relationship. Even the vanillaest of sex is a little out there.”

“See, even Stan agrees. So, anybody got any suggestions?”

“What about B-beep, beep,” Bill asked. Stan shook his head. “No, I feel we use that one too much already as it is. I think we’d wind up saying it more accidently than as a safe word.” He gave Richie a look. Richie just shrugged and smirked at him. “Anyway, this was your idea Richie, you got any ideas?”

Richie seemed to make quite a show of thinking about it before a shit eating grin spread across his cheeks. Stan instantly had regrets.

“How about gazebos?”

“Fuck No,” Eddie instantly responded as he moved away from Stan to shake his fist at Richie. Bill laughed.

“Gazebos! I l-l-like it.”

Stan nodded in agreement.

“Our safe word is not going to be fucking gazebos! It was years ago, stop bring it up!”

“Oh Eddie, you should know by now that we will never let gonna let gazebos die.” Eddie gave Richie the finger. “Those in favor of gazebos raise your hands.” Three hands shot up.

“No, I refuse!”

“But Eddie-“

“W-we could try the sssstoplight s-system.” This time three heads turned to look in Bill’s direction. His cheeks had turned a soft pink, and he looked a bit surprised by his own suggestion.

“The what system?”

“The s-ssstoplight system. I read about it in a b-b-book. Green means your g-good to go. Yellow means you’re a l-little uncomfortable, and you either n-need to stop or s-ssslow down. R-r-red means your too o-overwhelmed or unhappy and you need to s-ssstop.”

“Wow Bill, what kind of kinky shit have you been reading? You holding out on us Big Bill?” Bill flushed darker and tried to hide is face against Richie’s lap. Stan gave Richie a look as he walked over to run a hand along Bill’s ankle in comfort.

“I think that’s a great idea Bill.”

“I agree. All in favor of gazebo, yellow, and red raise your hands!” Eddie looked like he wanted to argue more, but reluctantly raised his hand with the other three boys.

“Then it’s official. We’ll use the gazebo stop light system as our safe words.” Richie nodded proud of himself.

“Great lovely, we have safe words… what about Bill though,” Eddie brought up as he came over to join the others on the bed. “What if he can’t say the words?”

“I don’t s-stutter that much d-during sex.”

“Bill, honey, I love you… and your stutter is getting better but, the last time I gave you a handjob you couldn’t speak for like a full hour afterwards,” Stan pipped up. Bill, who had finally recovered from his last embarrassing statement flushed darkly again. Richie smile and patted his head.

“Eddie spaghetti’s right. We’ll just have to pay closer attention to Billy boy then. Get him to mouth the words at us, focus on his body language, have patients… all that jazz.”

“I-I don’t want to be a b-b-bother.”

“You’re never a bother Big Bill.” Eddie leaned down to give Bill a quick little kiss on the cheek.

“So, it’s agreed then. Gazebo, yellow, red, and we make sure Big Bill’s happy. Can I get an amend?”

“Amend,” the other three boys chorused.

“So, now that were officially settled who wants to give our new words a try,” Richie said while attempting to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively. Attempted being the keyword there. Stan snorted and bopped him on the head.

“Though I’d love too, I promised my parents I’d be home by nine,” he said while standing from the bed and stretching. “You want a ride Eddie?” Eddie nodded and stood up as well before going about gathering his stuff. “What about you Bill? You want a ride?” Bill smiled up at him and shook his head no.

“N-no I’m going to stay here a bit longer.”

“Whatever you say Big Bill. You two play nice then.” He gave the two of them a kiss goodbye before going over to Eddie who was already by the door waiting for him with his nose back in his biology book.

Once the two were gone Richie looked down at Bill, and gave him one of his patented “hey-there-sexy” smiles.

“So, what do you say Big Bill?”

“Gazebos.”

Something About the South

Relationship: Bill x Richie (Bichie)

Tags: Crossdressing, slight feminization, bottom bill, smut, dirty talk

Summary: When the others are away, Bill and Richie will play.

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    “Come on Billiam. Now you’re just teasing me at this point!”

Richie could hear Bill chuckle through the doorframe.

Bastard.

Bill had shut himself in his room over ten minutes ago (though Richie would argue it was hundreds of years ago) to get ready. He knew it was worth the wait, but Bill was already amazingly beautiful so why did he have to take so freakin long.

“A-alright R-r-richie, I’m r-r-ready,” Bill finally called out through the door.

“Fucking finally.” Richie turned and swung the door open. He meant to strut in in his usual ‘I’m-the-greatest’ fashion, and throw in one of his famous crude remarks, but all thoughts escaped him once he took in the site of the other boy on the bed. He knew ahead time what Bill was planning on wearing (considering he was the one who’d bought it), but damn if Bill didn’t always manage to take his breath away.

“H-howdy thhh-” Bill paused taking a shaky breath before trying again. “Howdy thhh-there P-p-partner.”

Bill was sitting on his bed wearing a pair high-rise faded-blue daisy dukes, a long-sleeved plaid button up tied at his upper waist, a pair of brown cowboy boots, and a slightly ripped straw hat on his head. His short hair was pulled into two very tiny pigtails with bright pink bands, and his face was painted up with just the right touches. He was even wearing Richie’s favorite ruby red lipstick that always left the prettiest little lip stains on the collars of his shirts (The first time Eddie had seen one of those marks he’d freaked out thinking Richie was cheating on Bill. The conversation that followed had been one of the greatest conversations Richie had ever had in his life. Poor Eddie had never quite looked at Bill the same since).

Damn did he love that ruby red lipstick.  

“Why hello there Little Lady.” Bill giggled at Richie’s attempt of a southern accent, his red cheeks flushing darker and spreading to color his neck and disappear under his shirt collar. “What’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing in a place like this?”

“W-ww-w.” Bill snapped his mouth shut. He took a deep breath, opened his mouth to try again, and again snapped it shut after a few tries. He nibbled his lip in frustration, smearing the red off his lips, and turned pleading eyes to Richie. Bill’s stuttered had gotten better over the years, but whenever he got super nervous, or felt too much of an emotion it came back with a vengeance. It also always got worse during their sexy times. No matter how vanilla, or kinky they got Bill typically got so overwhelmed that he’d lose the ability to speak, because his stutter got so bad. This is also why Richie made it so important to focus on Bill during their special times together. He’d written his own little mental dictionary of the noises Bill made and the movements he made, and what each of these special things meant. If Bill bucked his hips a bit and squeezed his thighs that meant he was ready for Richie to move. If, like right now, he bit at his lip and held himself far too tense than he was uncomfortable and embarrassed. Richie needed to make things better. He put on his best cocky grin, and swaggered over to Bill obnoxiously and as ridiculously as he possibly could. This earned him a slight smile. A step in the right direction.

“Don’t you worry Little Lady. I’ve been known to take people’s breaths away.” He stepped in front of Bill and did an over-the-top bow. “It’s a curse you see. I’m just too charming.” This got him a laugh. Almost there. “But you Little Lady, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as fine as you. Come on let me see ya.” He reached over and took one of the hands Bill was holding to his chest, and pulled the boy off the bed. He spun him around, making sure to get a peek at the other boy’s ass, and ended his little routine by tugging Bill close and dipping him low. Bill was laughing loudly by this point, arms coming up around Richie’s neck to help keep his balance.

Back on track. Happy Bill accomplished.

“R-r-ri-ichie!”

“Yes, Sweet Thang?”

Bill snorted as he laughed. Richie smiled wide and pulled them both back into a standing position. He tugged Bill close by the waist, and pressed the giggling male flush against his chest.

“You know Sweet Thang you, you never told me what you were doing in a place like this.”

“W-w-well I … I was lo-looking for a r-r-ride.”

“A ride?”

“Yea. I w-was wondering if… if you h-had s-s-someth-thing large and f-f-fun I c-could r-r-ride on?”

“Something large and fun, huh?” Richie smirked tugging Bill closer, so the other male could feel the bulge pressing against the seam of his jeans. “I think I got something in mind perfect for the job.” Bill let out a soft gasp in mock surprise before giggling again, and rubbing up against him.

“I-is that ssso? Y-you think I c-could t-t-take a p-p-peak at it? S-ssee if its t-to my liking?”

“Honey, a sweet sexy thang such as yourself can do whatever you want. I’ll even let you touch it.”

And then they were kissing. Tongues dancing as they pressed and rubbed at each other. Hands wandering and squeezing. Things escalated so quickly that one moment Richie was massaging Bill’s lovely checks through his shorts, and the next he found himself laid out on the bed pantsless with Bill hovering by the bed side with no idea how he’d gotten there. Bill was panting loudly, the red on his lips almost completely smeared off. Richie was pretty sure his own mouth was probably smeared ruby red. He watched as Bill popped the button of his shorts and let the daisy dukes slide to the floor. Richie felt his mouth go dry as he took in the other boy’s weeping erection straining against the tight pair of bright pink panties.  It was the same pair Bill had worn last night when they’d tried out a different scene with the other outfit Richie had bought. A pale pink oversized sweater and a white skirt with long white thigh high stockings. The sex had been slow and drawn out. Bill had been a shy little stuttering mess, acting like a cute little innocent virgin that they both knew he wasn’t.

Now though, now that Bill seemed to be over the nervousness of trying out a new scene Richie could see a fire burning in his boyfriend’s eyes. Things were about to get very juicy.

“So, what do you think Sweet Heart,” Richie gestured to his crotch and gave Bill a little wink. “Does my rig look up to your standards?”

Bill gave him a dirty little grin and climbed on top of him still wearing his boots and panties.

“I don’t know. I thhhink-,” Bill paused and reached into his shirt to pull out a small bottle of lube. Richie watched as his boyfriend poured a generous amount onto his shaft and then tossed the bottle off to the side. “I think I’ll h-have t-to try it out ffffirst.”

And then Bill was shifting forward, reaching around to tug the band of his panties out of the way, and plopping himself down on Richie’s dick with little resistant. Both boys moaned loudly in response.

“Fuck Big Bill, you….fuck!” Richie groaned and reached out to grip at Bill’s thighs. Bill giggled.

“Wh-what? Y-you think I didn’t p-p-prepare myself ahead of t-t-time?”

“Fuck. That’s why you were taking so damn long.” Bill giggled and gave an experimental rock of his hips that sent a wave of pleasure straight through Richie’s body.

“I th-think I’m g-gonna like this r-r-ride.”

“Glad to know my rides to your stands Sweet Heart. I guess as they say I the south, Ride’em Cowgirl!” He followed this with a hard slap to Bill’s ass, that made the other boy squeak and laugh at the same time.

"Whatever you sssay Cowboy.”

And Bill began to move.

a/b/o Mpreg Bichie headcanon

So, I have this a/b/o au headcanon  idea of like when the Losers are called back to Derry by Mike Omega!Bill shows up pregnant without an alpha on his arm and all the Losers are like super protective of him. Like, they want him to stay far away from Derry, but they know they need him to help stop It, so it turns more into them just trying to keep him from doing anything stupid and safe. Que Alpha!Richie, who always kind if had a thing for Bill, being like extra protective and having mini heart attacks every time Bill so much as looks at the sewer. Richie being completely surprised when he finds out that Bill’s always kind of had a thing for him too,and is totally down for trying to make this work. 

ooooor

Teenage Omega!Bill learning he’s pregnant and Alpha!Richie being the most supportive piece of shit ever

.... really I just like a/b/o bichie with omega!Bill and alpha!Richie and babies

EXTRA: Richie referring to Bill as Mom, Momma, and Big Momma and Bill lowkey loving it, but flicking him off anyway (except for the Big Momma one because you shouldn’t ever refer to a pregnant omega as big even if their nickname is Big Bill so yes Richie you did deserve the hard punch in the arm).

So, I was watching the Humancentipad episode of south park, and for some reason the scenes were Eric talks or accuses his Mom of fucking him gave me weird Maxvid feels. 

Passing on with some pitty goodness.

Yep this sudden burst of anxiety is awful. I might go and binge watch markiplier videos. Maybe that’ll help.