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crimsonandcloverwrites · 3 years ago

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bhah ch7 can’t stop won’t stop

lmao Dani being like ‘we should wait to discuss kids til after we’re married’ yes doesn’t seem like a giant thing u should make sure u agree on before u make a major commitment at all

Dani is so in love with Jamie sdjkhdfkjg driving to her house on instinct and just like...gazing at her in her old t-shirt and sweats like you’ve finally seen the light girl just kiss her already

god I can’t believe I have 2 more chapters of them as adults just being the absolute perfect match for each other to get through before they finally kiss in ch 11 (i’m maninfesting it no one say anything) I am literally going to scream. Dani will like... feel a little off and it’s all “i need to go to Jamie’s house and also tell Jamie everything and she will make me tea and let me be myself without all the expectations and I will feel better” I AM VERY HAPPY SHE CAN BE THAT FOR YOU BUT ALSO CAN YOU SEE WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE MS CLAYTON (actually I think she kind of does but she must extract herself from her real life first I guess)

oh no the new chapter is almost here I still have so much to read

forget ‘there was only one bed’ this is now a ‘there was only one tent’ stan blog only

thirsty Dani truly is the funniest I am so sorry ur suffering is so entertaining. Dani: literally whacks her finger with a mallet bc horny for Jamie. Me: uncontrollable chortling

the idea of Dani wrangling 8 year olds that are probably just about as tall as her is too funny. tiny legend

aww the lil background Hannah and Owen moments. cute

Dani in a big ol’ straw hat pls that’s so cute

this Jackie and Jamie situation..... GIVE US THE DEETS

hmmmmnnnnnngggg Jamie just straight down on her knees in front of Dani to tie her shoe lace I will absolutely let u have this gay panic Dani u don’t deserve to be made fun of right now

Jamie “I have a story” absolutely NOT

Viola, emerging from the lake in this no ghosts childhood friends story: surprise bitch

these two drunk idiots are literally teenagers dsjkhdfkgjh just get in ur tent

Dani, drunk in a tiny tent w the love of her life: hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me

when we finally get a Jamie on her knees redemption moment-

Dani, drunk in a tiny tent w the love of her life currently taking her clothing off: oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck (y’all really wanted to torture her this chapt huh?)

“dawn was a saffron colored suggestion peeking through a pinhole gap in the tent’s zipper” god that’s a pretty sentence can i pls borrow some talent

Jamie and Dani w kids is sooooo cute they have such a nice balance between them

just thinking about if teenage Jamie desperately in love w her bestie could see things now Dani being all into her w all her lingering looks etc how the fuckin turn tables

“Dani kept a firm grip on her sanity” lol

oh my god they’re both drenched in the tent w the soft lamplight and only their own bodyheat to keep warm whatever will they do

oh wait they also have the heat of their burning attraction to each other they’ll be toasty as anything

hhhhngggg abs

that’s like 4 mentions of Jamie on her knees aklhfdkjgkdjh enough

lads is it gay to imagine running ur fingertips over the scar on your friends back before pressing ur lips to it or...?

Jamie taking the time to teach Dani car things aww

lol not the smutty book

eddie honking at her gets so under my skin like my dude... my guy... stop

Dani thinking so hard about rain damp Jamie and how much she wanted to jump her while she’s in the car w her boyf and MIL. girl

imagine if we had to sit through a dani and eddie wedding before she finally managed to call this off how cursed

ayoooo Carson’s show I cannot wait. omg we get it this chapter too gbless this really is the Dani suffering hours

Jamie just so casually like.... not even flirting w Dani it’s all just kinda observations but every other thing she says makes Dani stop breathing skdhfdkfjh this is so good

Dani has like... a lack of object permanence but with Jamie feelings ok

pleeease the Dani Carson road trip that’s so cute I can just imagine what fun they would have had

uuughhh i wanna go to a sweaty bar n listen to loud music again

also would like a Jamie to press their hand to my lower back n make me lose my mind in a sweaty bar to loud music

this lil jamie dani carson trio is my faaaave

“Girls must be all over you.” and Jamie choking on her drink dsfkjsdhkf oh Dani u beautiful naive angel. god that’s so funny

Robin instantly going for Jamie... same bro

Carson’s lil found family band pls my heart is so full

Carson calling them his sisters n Jamie freezing up bby when are u going to accept these people care abt u and love u like family

Robin is so brazenly just like ‘ur hot’. a voice of the people i love her

Dani being lowkey jealous as IF Ms Taylor has eyes for anyone else babe

Carson knoooowwwwws. When do we get the Carson O’Mara biopic please I want his takes on everything I know they’re excellent

oh my god Jamie knowing Dani’s fave kind of pizza pls I love that so much (I can’t remember if it’s been mentioned in the past few chapters but I remember her being mad that Eddie didn’t in CH1? i love this lil detail) (also I literally just ate vegge pizza I feel so immersed in this experience)

dfkgjhdfkjgh Jamie licking her finger and Dani completely combusting this is so entertaining

fuck n then it gets all soft and about how they’ve been in love their whole lives this is emotional whiplash

Jamie constantly in protector mode but in this really quiet comforting way is so sweet I love her so much

god I just feel so bad for Dani that this kind of insane electricity she has with Jamie has probably never been a thing in her relationship w Ed bby u deserve someone that makes u feel like this

awww Carsons bf

Dani’s soul leaving her body when she sees them kissing oh no

Jamie giving Dani her jacket pleeease I am dying here... the romance of it all

and shariing cigarettes and intense looks these two really are somethin else

lmao even Robin is picking up on their vibes you two could level a building with the amount of tension between u

Dani’s moment of Realisation abt Carson n Jamie just being like... well yeah

lmao Dani subtly trying to figure out if Jamie is gettin’ it sdkgdfhkjgh

when these do two finally get together both of them are gonna be like... taken out by all of this. Dani has only ever known Eddie who just does not get her (and the fact that she is a lesbian so she’s never had real feelings for him in that way) and it seems like Jamie has only ever had surface level relationships with people who never really got her either (while also being in love w her best friend who she never thought would love her back). there’s no way this is wont eventually make at least one person cry a bunch (probably me) with how right all of it is

god Dani is so horny for Jamie sdflkdfjgkfdj preemptive RIP for Ms Taylor when Dani finally does get to live out all these daydreams on her I just know someones gonna end up pulling somethin

Does Dani like.... get that she will never love Edmund that way like is she fully aware of the fact she loves him but she’s not in love with him and all these feelings for Jamie aren’t just because it’s Jamie but because she’s not straight??? have we gone on that journey yet

aw Ed waited up for her

the book the book the book

dsfkdhfgkj oh Dani

“Jamie on her knees, looking up at her” listen-

girl u are so fucked

SIX. SIX MENTIONS OF JAMIE ON HER KNEES pls

THE DREAM

who could this possibly be about hmmmm Dani

christ

THE MEASURES SHE TAKES TO DEAL WITH THE DREAM lordt

“baffled but excited” i think is how I almost always picture eddie lol

dang get it girl take control

aw dani u poor confused little duck. i just wanna give her a hug

Dani dressed as Dorothy is awfuly cute

heh Jamie as a wolf i love her fursona

lmao toto

of course Jamie is well aquainted with the bleachers. cheeky. oh no not the art room. Dani dying inside and then imagining herself there with Jamie girl has got it baaaad u poor lil repressed gayby

Dani is... so thirsty... goddamn

lmao Jamie blatantly checking her out are u trying to kill her she already wants to rip ur clothes off

“To the third floor art room?” dfksdhfgkjdfhgjdhf imagine if this was it they just banged it out in the art room right now n got things sorted

god they go from horny to soft so quick i love the ways they care about each other

Jamie saying the scarecrow costume is fitting for Eddie PLEASE

ooh the infamous hickey

What Dani deseves: snuggles. What Dani recieves: struggles

the MEMES. god bless the memes

this was an excellent companion for my Wednesday hopefully I can churn through the rest of em before we are blessed w ch11 amen

#bhah

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stonedstozier · 4 years ago

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hey yeah can we get some wholesome stozier getting high together? they could be in highschool and already dating as well :))

a/n: first off! you’re an absolute angel for requesting this. it made my heart so happy to write.

okay some context (changed it up a bit i’m sorry), modern day au, they’re in their senior year of high school - 18. they aren’t dating, but mutually in love with each other, just too scared to say anything. and lastly, i would so i don’t condone smoking under age, but then i’d be a hypocrite. so, if you are underage and smoke, have fun but also please be safe about it <3

Stan and Richie are sitting upon Stan’s roof, watching the sun fade from a prepossessing pink-orange to a bruising blue and profound purple. Stan is sitting in Richie’s lap, leaning his back against Richie’s chest as Richie’s arms are wrapped loosely around the other’s waist. This isn’t something unusual for the two. When it’s just them, all alone, Stan will more often than not be in Richie’s lap.

Stan closes his eyes, feeling completely relaxed and content when he hears the chirping of a bird. He notices it right away, but keeps his eyes closed. He can tell by the tone of chirping what kind of bird it is. Since he’s seen this type so many times before, he decides to keep his eyes closed.

“Stan, look!” Richie says enthusiastically, shaking Stan’s left shoulder lightly. “A Yellow-rumped warbler! Your favorite!” Stan opens his eyes quickly, seeing that Richie is actually correct. He sits upright and turns to face Richie.

“You remembered?” Stan looks at Richie, trying his best to hold back his smile that’s so badly wanting to shine through.

“Well, duh!” Richie says, tapping Stan’s nose with his finger gently. “How could I forget Stan My Man’s favorite bird?” Stan feels heat rise to his cheeks, batting his eyes shyly as he does everything in his power not to glance at Richie’s lips. Richie smiles at him, Stan returning the grin as they stare at each other for what feels like eternity. “So, you ready?”

“Huh?” Stan asks, snapping himself out of his love-filled daze.

“To get high, silly goose.” Richie chuckles, ruffling up Stan’s curls as Stan slaps Richie’s hand away playfully.

“Yes, I am silly... but never a goose.” Stan furrows his brows. “They’re like you; annoying.” He shifts his eyes downcast, slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Oh, you love me.” Richie scoots closer, cupping Stan’s chin and lifting up.

‘I do’, Stan says in his head, never daring to speak it out loud.

“Stanley?” Richie asks. Stan’s heart sinks to his stomach instantly. Richie only calls him Stanley when he’s being absolutely dead serious.

“Yeah?” Stan gives a soft sigh, melting into Richie’s hands.

“Are you sure that you want to do this?”

“Richie, we’re not doing another blood oath, we’re just getting high.” Stan sits upright again, noticing he’s wrinkled his button-up a little bit as Richie is snorting with laughter.

“You know, besides me, I think you’re the funniest out of the others,” Richie speaks honestly through his laughter.

“You’re ridiculous, Trashmouth.” Stan rolls his eyes, pretending like the comment didn’t just make his heart skip a beat.

“Okay, okay,” Richie gains control of himself again. “Stay here, I’ll go get the stuff.” Richie carefully crawls his way back through the window as he gathers what he needs.

Stan sits there, watching as the sun keeps fading away. He sees the same bird Richie pointed out earlier, except this time he came back with a partner. Stan squints his eyes a bit as it’s getting too dark to see clearly, but all he can make out is shadows flying away.

“Okay,” Richie says, surprising Stan out of his concentration as he sits back down. Richie turns on his phone flashlight and gives it to Stan to hold.

Richie then starts rolling a few joints for them, doing it with much ease as he’s done this way too many times. Meanwhile, Stan sits silently in awe. He’s never seen anyone do this before so he’s immediately impressed. He watches Richie roll the last one up perfectly, licking the wrapping paper to make it complete.

“There we go!” Richie says in a terrible British accent. Stan lets out a silly snicker as he looks at Richie with pure astonishment. Richie takes his phone back and props it up where the light shines better. “Alright,” Richie says as he grabs one of the joints and the lighter. “I’m going to light it and take the first hit, then you can.”

Stan nods his head as Richie puts the joint to his lips, lighting it and inhaling for quite a while before pulling it away and slowly blowing out smoke. Richie smiles at him as he puts it up to Stan’s lips.

“I’ll hold it, you just inhale for three seconds and stop. Hold the smoke in and breathe out.” Richie explains as best he can.

Stan nods with a hum as Richie keeps the joint pressed to Stan’s lips and he starts sucking in. Stan can’t help but think about how this was just in Richie’s mouth moments before, getting as close to kissing him as he can get (aside from the time they played drunk seven minutes in heaven with the other losers last summer. Richie and Stan ended up making out in the closet… They’ve never spoken about it).

‘Doesn’t count’, Stan thinks to himself.

“Okay,” Richie says, pulling the joint away, snapping Stan back to reality once again. He tries to hold in the smoke, but he chokes, throwing himself into a coughing fit.

“Holy shit,” Stan breathes out heavily, still coughing. Richie tries his best to hold back his laughter but he’s unable to.

“Oh, Staniel!” Richie snorts, slapping at his arm playfully.

“If you push me off this roof I’m taking you down with me!” Stan threatens, grabbing at Richie’s shirt.

“Oh, relax, we’re fine.” Richie says, regaining his and Stan’s balance, taking another hit. Stan watches in awe again, seeing the way the smoke leaves his mouth, swirling out into the air and evaporating. “Okay, your turn.” Richie says, Stan breathing in, able to hold it for a second or two… and more coughing. “That was a little better,” Richie smirks slightly. “How ya feelin’?”

“I feel-” Stan is cut off by his own giggles. “Umm, I-” more laughter.

“Oh, you’re a giggler.” Richie chuckles as he takes a few more hits. “Want to take one more?” Stan nods and takes his last hit, only coughing slightly this time.

“Richie,” Stan says with a happy hum, his head starting to feel fuzzy, body all warm.

“Yeah?” Richie asks, throwing what was left of the joint off the roof.

“You know, I… I think you’re really funny.” Stan lets out another soft giggle. “Like the funniest out of all of us.” Stan meets Richie’s gaze, nodding his head at his own words.

“You’re stoned, Stan.” Richie shakes his head, pretending like the comment didn’t make his heart stutter.

“Okay, and?!” Stan sighs happily, leaning his side into Richie. “I still think you’re the funniest.” Stan leans more into Richie, closing his eyes, getting lost in thought, not realizing how open and relaxed he is.

Richie looks at Stan, the full moon making his curls glow slightly; resembling a halo. Now Richie is the one that’s blushing as he’s frozen in place. He doesn’t want to move an inch because he likes the way Stan feels all curled up against him. Richie takes a deep breath and leans his head against Stan’s. They sit in comfortable silence, Richie about to close his eyes when Stan breaks it.

“Richie?” Stan asks, his voice shaking slightly and Richie catches it.

“Stanley?”

“Do you…” Stan stops himself, trying hard to grip onto his words. “Do you think It will ever come back?” Richie goes stiff again, trying to process the other’s words.

“I don’t know, why?” Richie speaks gently, wrapping his arm around Stan’s shoulders and pulling him in even closer in a protective manner.

“I just- I don’t think I could go through all of that again,” Stan whispers. It takes Richie a few seconds to realize what Stan actually means.

“Stanly, don’t. Don’t talk like that…” Richie fully embraces Stan now. “If I lose you, then I’d lose my sanity as well.” Stan sighs, finding solace in Richie’s words. “Come on, let’s go inside, it’s fucking freezing.” Stan agrees, the two getting up carefully, grabbing their things and climbing back inside.

“Pick whatever,” Stan says as he watches Richie walk over to his closet. Richie takes his shirt off, Stan’s eyes go wide. He turns around quickly, hiding the blush that’s clearly painted on his cheeks. Stan starts to unbutton his shirt with shaky hands, heart pounding rapidly in his chest. He lets his shirt fall to the floor before turning back around, seeing that Richie has his favorite sweatshirt in his hands. “Hey! No, I want to wear that one!” Stan walks up to Richie, completely forgetting he doesn’t have a shirt on.

“What?” Richie shakes his head. “Stan, you literally said ‘pick whatever’!” Richie lets out a confused laugh.

“Okay, well I still want to wear it.” Stan crosses his arms.

“Well, so do I.”

Stan scowls and grabs at the sweatshirt, trying to yank it out of Richie’s hands when, instead, he ends up pulling Richie close to him.

“Jesus christ, Stan.” Richie laughs. “You’re stronger than I thought,” a light smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth.

“Than you thought?!” Stan asks, slightly offended, pulling on the sweatshirt even more that it knocks them both to the ground. Stan laughs as Richie falls next to him, both still fighting and wrestling for it before Stan is on top of Richie, pinning him down completely. “What are you going to do about it now, Tozier?” Stan taunts.

“Damn,” Richie giggles as his body relaxes in defeat. “You got me, you win.” Richie laughs some more. Stan’s frown shifts into a smile, joining in on Richie and his laughter.

The two eventually stop and are stuck staring at each other, Richie slowly sitting up with Stan still in his lap. Their faces are inches apart, both fixated on each other’s lips. Richie’s hand comes up to cups Stan’s cheek. Richie then brings their lips dangerously close.

“Stan-” Richie tries, but Stan cuts him off by colliding their lips together.

Richie’s a bit startled at the sudden action, but quickly kisses back. Richie’s arm then snakes around Stan’s back, pulling him even closer in his lap. Stan hums into Richie’s mouth as he tangles his fingers in Richie’s thick, dark hair. Richie licks at Stan’s bottom lip, Stan opening his mouth right away, Richie sliding his tongue inside. Their tongues dance around, Stan following Richie’s lead as he isn’t as experienced as Richie. Stan moans, Richie letting the kiss linger a bit before pulling away. Stan whimpers at the loss of contact, leaning in to try and kiss Richie again.

“Stan,” Richie chuckles, placing a hand against Stan’s bare chest. “Take a breather.” Stan exhales heavily, nodding his head.

“I’ve wanted to do that since-”

“The party,” Richie cuts off Stan, finishing his sentence.

“Yeah,” Stan lets out a breathy laugh.

“Me too,” Richie agrees, resting his forehead against Stan’s, smiling.

“Then why didn’t you?” Stan asks softly, his hands going from Richie’s hair to resting on his shoulders.

“I was scared,” Richie admits with a slight shrug.

“You- you were scared?” Stan tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy.

“Yes, Stan, I get scared too.” Richie trails his finger gently down Stan’s nose. “I’m not brave all the time, only when I need to be.”

“But you show no fear,” Stan furrows his brows now.

“When you’re confronting fear, you can’t show it.” Richie stares into Stan’s honey-golden eyes.

“I wish I could be brave like you,” Stan looks down, feeling ashamed about his coward-like mindset.

“I can be brave enough for the both of us,” Richie smiles, kissing Stan again. “C’mon, let’s get changed and we can watch a Disney movie.”

“Disney movie?!” Stan gasps excitedly, a wide smile on his face.

“Peter Pan?” Stan’s smile only shone brighter.

“Of course,” Richie smiles back, taking Stan off of his lap. The two standing up, changing into comfy clothes, climbing into bed as they quickly fall asleep in each other’s arms.

#stozier #stozier fanfic #stozier fanfiction #stanley uris #stan uris #richie tozier #the losers club #it

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ohallthecrushes · 4 years ago

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Drawing you in, part 3 // Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: smut is coming for ya. ;D This time no cliffhanger, just the tension being released. Arthur is still creepy and cunning even, though the reader doesn’t realize that.

I’m sorry for any mistakes, it’s 06:03 a.m. here and my mind is too sleepy and i’m still at work for another hour. :(

Comments and supports are appreciated. Enjoy! :)

@call-me-harley-quinn @darkshadow90 tagging you cause I thought you’d like to read it. :)

Summary: Arthur loves you. He’s obsessed with you. After stalking you for some time and making a few conversations, he kidnapped you to his apartment. Into his bed to be more precisely.

Contains: dirty talk, smut

Word count: 4931

I was dreaming about touching you.

Those words were flying inside your head like a little bird trying to break out from a cage, but all it could do was bouncing off of walls in uncontrolled excitement.

The message behind of what he’d said was simple and clear. And the smirk on his face only emphasized the meaning of his sentence. You were thrilled and embarrassed of your own reaction as well as of the situation you’d been put into. Your cheeks turned a rosy color and suddenly you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You just stood there, playing with the strings of your short, you gaped at him and he tilted his head watching you for a moment in curiosity. The smirk slowly disappeared from his face as he looked down, eyes on the floor, and he licked his lips. He focused on his thoughts as if he was reconsidered his last words but you could see that his sudden confidence was still present in him, though he was starting to doubt whether or not he should had said it to you.

- You... - your voice was quiet and shaky but you spoke anyway - you were dreaming about touching me... w-where?

His eyes quickly glanced at you, dark and mysterious, they met yours for a moment and you shivered at how lustful he was looking at you.

- You really wanna know?

You bit your lower lip and nodded.

- I was dreaming about touching your soft skin - he answered with a low voice - putting my hand underneath your shirt and starting with your ribs as I slid my fingers over your skin, slowly and delicately, feeling how warm and soft it is... before I moved up to your beautiful breast, finding one of your nipples and brushed against it with my thumb until it shrank and got hard...

He stopped for a moment, waiting for you to give him a sign that you wanted him to continue and you did, nodding again as you watched him, more and more aroused.

- Then I think I spread my fingers and grabbed your breast, weighing the fullness of it in my palm - he smirked - It felt very real... Your body was warm and comfortable and I just couldn’t resist to press against it, have you as close to me as I could - he paused before he confessed - I was hard for you.

As much as his new found confidence helped him with telling you about his dream, his last words were spoken very quiet and with hesitation. He felt like he was risking now of losing you or winning you over if you, in any chance, had the same feelings towards him. As he was watching you under his brows, he already knew you were curious and excited, but he wasn’t sure if that was enough for you to make love to him. Oh, how much he longed for you to say yes to him, so he could show you how much he loved you.

He chuckled at how much his desires were taking over him right now. He’d never felt like this before, he’d never had such strong feelings towards any other person before you. It frightened him, because no one had awoken so strong desires in him before and he didn’t know what would happen if he simply gave in to them, but on the other hand, he wanted to let go. At least once in his life he wanted to just let go and do what he pleased.

- I was so hard I rubbed against your butt and kept teasing your nipple... You moaned in my dream and it was the prettiest and the most melodic sound I’ve ever heard.

You blushed even more as you focused your eyes at your feet, trying to stay calm and keep your posture straight as you ordered your heart to stop beating so damn fast.

- Then I think I moved my hand lower to your belly and played with the waistband of your short for a moment before I untied the strings.

You smiled at this as you started imagining everything he was telling you, but then you furrowed your brows and glanced at the strings. They were indeed untied when you’d started playing with them but you’d been so preoccupied with Arthur that the thought of why they were untied, hadn’t even crossed your mind. You always tied them up, because they were long and you preferred them being strung up in a pretty bow. Yet, they were unknotted.

You thought that maybe they had untied by accident when you’d been struggling with Arthur in bed, but maybe... Maybe... Could he? No, he’d said he hadn’t done anything to you, only had dreamed about it.

- Darling?

- Emmm... - you glanced at him with confusion - It’s alright, just... My strings are indeed untied - you chuckled nervously.

- I noticed - he acknowledged it, just simply agreeing with you as he observed you for a moment, taking some time to consider something. He shook his head in disbelief to the conclusion that appeared in his head - No, Y/N, that was only a dream, you have nothing to worry about.

You nodded waiting for him to continue.

- I was putting kisses all over your neck when the song started playing. Cliff Richard’s song, Living doll. Have you heard it?

- No.

- I like this song, I think it suits you.

- Suits me? You think I’m a living doll?

- You look so pretty like a doll.

You blushed again and smiled.

- Thank you.

- You’re welcome - he smiled back and got back to his dream - And as I was kissing your neck... I think I nibbled a little at your skin... I put my hand on your butt and slid it lower to- - his confidence once again failed him a bit as he needed to cleared his throat before he finished his sentence - to touch the sweet spot between your tights.

You gasped at his words as you felt a familiar throbbing inside of you. It was like you were listening to a porn and watching it inside your head as your imagination had picked up Arthur’s words and was forming them into very vivid images. You were so wet, you were afraid that your arousal might soaked through your shorts and you didn’t want Arthur to see it. That would be so embarrassing if he did and you would feel ashamed about it. Standing in front of your crush, hearing about what he’d done to you in his dream, and then he realizing how much it was arousing you? Fuck. This was too crazy to think about it.

He opened his mouth to say more, but suddenly he closed them and sniffed the air. He turned his head to look at the pan and he realized that the pancakes was burning.

- Shit.

He rushed to the kitchen and took the pan off of the gas burner.

You slowly followed him and even felt sorry for the wasted pancakes, but really, you didn’t care about the breakfast that much. You only were thinking about the way he'd described his dream to you. It was the only thing that you were focused on now. There were so many details in it and it felt so realistic and stimulating. He had a really vivid and good working imagination. Too bad he was now preoccupied with trying to safe your breakfast, you wanted him to finish his story.

Him brushing your nipple, touching your pussy, kissing and nibbling at your neck... You definitely wanted to hear more.

You placed your hand on your neck and rubbed against the skin there, just trying to imitate his touch on you. He didn’t see what you were doing as you were slowly touching the side of your neck, sliding your fingers up and down, down and up.

You watched his silhouette, his worn out but gentle hands touching things, his fingers grabbing a panhandle, his eyebrows furrowed as he was hyperfocused on everything he was doing.

Your fingers drew a small circle on the crook of your neck and you felt a little sting in one place when you pressed there with more pressure. You slowly withdrew from the kitchen and looked around you. You found a small mirror hanging on the wall and you moved there to look.

There was a small redish spot on your neck. It wasn’t a bruise nor a hickey. But you hadn’t had it yesterday and it didn’t look like an insect sting. When you looked closer at the shape of it, it reminded you of a bite, but larger than any insect could had made. You weren’t sure, maybe your imagination was giving you a wrong impression, but it looked like a love bite to you.

You swallowed hard and started to think about the...worst? possibility. Could had Arthur made it? Could he left a love bite on your neck when you’d been sleeping? Just like in his dream?

But what if...

What if it hadn’t been a dream at all?!

- Doll?

You turned around and looked at Arthur. He was standing there, watching you attentively as he had been since you’d woken up. With the light coming behind him, his figure was swathed in shadows, increasing the dark and mysterious vibes that made him look so intimidating and compelling.

- What is it? You’re hurt? - he looked at your neck slightly furrowing his brows.

- There’s a... There’s a red mark on my neck and it looks like a bite - you explained - A-are you sure you were only dreaming, Arthur?

The crease between his brows deepened as he glanced at your face. His mind grasped your way of thinking and even though you’d put your thoughts into a question, it still felt like an accusation to him. Accusation that his ability to distinguish the reality from his imagination was defective again. He felt hurt by your words. There were too many people in his life questioning his sanity through over the years that he’d grown very insecure and sensitive to any signs or doubts that the reality might not be what he thought it was. Most of the time, he couldn’t find any evidence that what he thought was real, wasn’t in fact, or the other way around, and sometimes he was so sick and tired of doubting that he couldn’t stand when someone was telling him that he might be hallucinating again.

He’d been dreaming about touching you or he hadn’t? Was he dreaming now or was it real? How real could reality be if dreams felt as much damn real?

- It was only a dream - he said certainly, emphasizing the word only - I wouldn’t touch you without your permission. I wanted very much, but I was reminding myself to wait.

He closed his eyes, focusing on trying to block the doubts that was filling up his head now. If it had been only a dream, he could tell, couldn’t he? It felt very real, but... Also too good to happen. He wished it was all real, but could it be enough to actually make it real?

As he was focused on his own thoughts, you concentrated on your own doubts. He wouldn’t lie to you, but what if he was lying to himself? What if he confused dreams with reality? You noticed him being confused, even though he sounded very certain to you. He insisted you to believe him, but the red mark on your neck and the untied strings were telling you otherwise. And you still hadn’t figured out how had you lost your memory. You didn’t know what to think. You wouldn’t mind if he did touch you, but you want to be awoken and aware of it.

- Artie?

- Yes?

- Did I upset you with my question?

- No, no, Y/N, I just... - he glanced at you and smiled slightly, almost apologetically - I promised, I’ve waited.

- Waited for my permission?

He nodded.

- Till morning.

There was a long pause before you ask your next question.

- D-do you want to touch me now?

He nodded. His eyebrows raised slightly in hope.

The arousal you felt was pulsing inside your core way stronger now as you realized how close you were to make it happen. You swallowed and walked closer to him.

- You have my permission. You can touch me.

He glanced at you with mix of disbelief and gratefulness in his eyes. In that moment he stopped looking so intimidating. He was innocent again. His hands raised and hung in the air, unsure of what to do now. Where to touch you.

You slowly took his hands in yours and guided them underneath your shirt. His fingers gently brushed against your waist, making you laugh.

- It’s tickling.

- Sorry - he smiled apologetically and moved his hands to your belly.

He was touching you lightly but with more pressure, slowly sliding his fingers against your skin, moving them up and up your ribs until he stopped right under your boobs. He looked down at you with a silent request. You gathered your confidence even though you couldn’t help but blush and reassured him that you wanted this.

Your shirt was pulled up and your boobs were there for his eyes to see. He placed his hands flat on your breast and gently squeezed them before he used his thumbs to make your nipples hard. His every move was thought out and he admired every part of your body that he placed his hands and eyes on.

- You’re so beautiful, you know that? - he asked as he knelt before you.

You mumbled something incoherent, lost of words were you as you watched him putting kisses on your lower abdominal as your nipples were twirling between his fingers. You wanted more, more of his kisses and touches, you wanted him to fuck you here and now. Against the wall, on a carpet, in the kitchen, just wherever, but now.

You took a deep breath, understanding now what it had taken from Arthur to withhold himself.

- I like the way you smell here - he said as he inhaled the scent of your arousal before he pressed his lips on your shorts. The pressure against your clit and the view before you were enough to make your knees bend slightly. You supported yourself by placing your hand on his shoulder, while the other hand tangled in his hair.

He slid his hands down and tucked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts before he pulled them down to your ankles. His eyes wandered to your pussy and he licked his lips to make them more wet. He knew... he saw on porn movies that women loved being licked down there and he thought that if you taste as good as you smell then he would loved to lick you all night long. And if he got it right then you would come for him as many times as it possible.

But to get it right, he also had to start properly.

He stood up and took your face between his hands. Looking you in the eye, he leaned down and join his lips with yours. It was a soft and innocent kiss that he gave you. The first kiss of lovers.

He closed his eyes and felt as you slightly parted your lips, so he did the same. You captured his lower lip between yours and with that you both started kissing each other with more passion and hunger, naturally following each other’s steps. His lips felt so kissable and even though he tasted like cigarettes, he also tasted like something you always wanted to find, but hadn’t till now: gentleness, comfort and overwhelming love.

You pressed your body to his and rested your hands on his bare chest, gasping at the feeling of his hardness against your lower belly. You felt the hair that covered some parts of his chest and you brushed your fingers over his nipples. Touching his body was something you’d dreamed of for some time and you could finally feel how your dream was coming true.

His mouth parted from your lips as he kissed his way from your chin to your neck, nibbling at the exact same spot where the red mark was.

He thought that this time that he was allowed to do it, he could make it more visible.

He could do much more to you in fact.

He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it slightly as his fingers were pinching the other one.

You moaned loudly and covered your mouth. If you were going crazy by nipples stimulating, you couldn’t imagine what power he would have over you when he slipped inside you.

He switched between the nipples and started sucking on the other, making you moan once again. The wetness was dripping down your thighs, you could feel your neediness grew in and through your abdomen.

- P-please, your mouth o-on my... clit, p-please - you mumbled as you glanced down at him.

He glanced at you back and smirked, standing up and grabbing your waist. He turned you around and put your back against the wall, before he sat down on his feet. Grabbing your leg he threw it across his shoulder and pressed his mouth onto your throbbing pussy. You felt his lips wrapping around your clit as he sucked on it gently, licking it with the tip of his tongue. You leaned your head against the wall and closed your eyes. This felt fucking amazing.

He smirked as he flatted his tongue to press it against your petals. He wanted to taste you and he did, which was crazy to him. He’d never had woman’s pussy for his mouth to eat and had never known the taste. But now that he had you in front of him, pressed against the wall, with your sensitive parts wet and opened up, he could finally feel what it was like to pleasure a woman this way.

He used his fingers to spread your petals and he rubbed the spot between them, feeling the wetness as he was watching your face, analyzing your reaction. He liked that you couldn’t quite control yourself, your expression was so easy to read, he could learn from it.

He played with your clit, using his tongue and his mouth as he caressed one of your legs, the one that you were standing on, the one that was shaking slightly from excitement.

He thought about entering you with his index finger, wondering how did you feel inside. He slid it lower to your entry and made a small circles around it. You were so soft, so warm, so delicate. The member in his pants twitched impatiently, painfully hard and throbbing.

He wanted to touch himself, to release some tension, but he knew he had to focus on you first, make you cum and then take you to bedroom to make love to you.

His index finger slipped easily into you, slowly moving deeper and deeper until he decided to pull back. He repeat that a few times still pleasuring you with his tongue and mouth. It surprised him how wet you were, your liquids were basically dripping down his hand and he wondered if he was really the one that had caused it. The wetter the woman was, the more aroused she was - that was what dr Sally once had told. But how much wet a woman could get? Arthur wondered.

You moaned and grabbed his curls, your hips were rolling as you were very closed to finish. You looked down at him, watching his closed eyes, his nose bumping against your pussy, his brown curls into the grip of your hand...

You felt another wave of pleasure coming through your body and you opened your mouth letting out a loud moan.

Arthur added another finger as he thought it was a good time to do it and fastened fingering you, matching the way your hips were moving.

You were on the edge now, loosing control over your body, fucking on his fingers as you pressed his head onto you wanting more pressure to be applied to your nub. You were cumming now, shaking with pleasure, moaning his name. More liquids were going down his hand and your knee bent as you couldn’t stand straight anymore.

Fuck, you were coming hard.

He let you ride your orgasm on your own, not quite sure when to stop pleasuring you. He slowed down fingering you until he stopped completely, but stayed inside you, feeling your walls clenching around his fingers. His hand was all wet, and he liked it even, the evidence of your climax were all over his hand. That was a really nice view.

You opened your eyes as the last weaker wave of pleasure ran down your body and waited till you were able to control your body reactions again. You looked down at him and smiled shyly. You hadn’t expect yourself to cum this hard and you were almost sorry that your liquids were everywhere, down your legs, all over his hand and even on the floor underneath you.

- That was... wow! Arthur, you were amazing - you said as you saw his cheeks turning pink - But also I’m so sorry for the mess...

He didn’t replied, just looked at you with a small smile on his face as he slowly pulled out of you. He didn’t mind the mess, not at all. He’d made you felt so good you climaxed. He didn’t know why would you apologize for that.

You watched him as he observed his fingers for a moment before he put them into his mouth and sucked your arousal off of them. He didn’t do it to turn you on, he did it to show you that it was okey or even more than okey that you’d made a mess. It was also out of curiosity, he wanted to know the taste of you after you cum.

- Mmmm - he murmured - much sweeter.

He stood up and pulled you closer to him to kiss you. You tasted yourself on his wet lips and his tongue that was dancing with yours for a moment. After a while he pulled away to ask you a very important question.

- Do you want to - he started in a low voice as he looked you in the eye - to make love to me?

You nodded.

- Yes - you replied keep nodding as your lips curled up into a big smile - God, yes.

He chuckled relieved that he had you willing for him and he took your hand to lead you to the bedroom.

He wanted to lift you and carry you there, but that would he save for your wedding night.

As you laid down on a mattress with your legs spread, he removed his pants and freed your cock that was glossy with pre cum already. His shaft was thick and veiny, all hard and ready to enter you.

He crawled onto the bed and hovered above you with his hands placed on sides of your head.

He pressed a kiss onto your lips and lowered himself, rubbing against your clit a few times.

- It’s... - he closed his eyes, not sure how to say it - I’m afraid it’s... - he sighed - I’m not gonna last long it’s my f- I mean... If you’re okey with...

You kissed his cheek. You wanted him to know that you accepted him and wanted him to feel as good as he’d made you feel a moment ago.

- It’s alright, I understand.

You reached down with your hand and wrapped your fingers around his shaft, guiding it to your entrance.

You looked each other deep in the eyes, recognizing each other’s feelings and needs, and took the time to appreciate the moment you had, seeing yourselves in the eyes of another. You communicated with no words, because you both knew that no words could express of what you both felt at that moment.

He entered your warm and tight walls with a slow push. You bit your lower lip feeling him going deeper and stretching you the way that gave you an irresistible pleasure. He fit perfectly inside you as if his shape and length was made for you. He kissed you as he stayed still for a moment, remembering that women needed some time to adjust.

Little he knew that you were so ready for him that you adjusted to him almost immediately.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and made him push into you slightly. He understood and started to move, pulling out and pushing in, slowly but deep as he lowered down to rest his forehead against yours.

- Does it feel good? - he asked.

- It feels more than good.

- I’ve been dreaming of making love to you.

- I know... Me too.

He smiled as he still was looking into your eyes, cherishing this intimate moment that was between you two. The feeling of being inside you, of filling you and giving you pleasure was the best thing he’d ever felt in his entire life. He’d never experienced sex before even though it was one of his dreams to become intimate with someone. He knew he could go and pay a hooker, but that was too instrumental for him, too indifferent and deprived of any feelings or bond.

And sex was always more than sex to him. That was why he’d waited. He couldn’t just have sex with you. He was making love to you.

He closed his eyes and parted his lips. His pace fastened and his movements became more rigid as he was close to climax. He looked so attractive right now as you looked at him. With his curls bouncing, his eyes shut and his muscles tightened. He was even moaning quietly and you loved how he made you feel.

You held him closer to you, your hands wrapped around his body as he started move instinctively towards his own release.

- I... I’m gonna-

- Yes, Arthur, come inside me, I want you to.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck and growled, slowing his thrusting. He pumped his load inside of you with deep and erratic thrusts, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned as well, surprised by your second climax that was building inside of you. You were so close to it that you used your legs to guide Arthur to thrust into you a few times more, before you cum too, clenching your walls around his cock.

You both rode your orgasms right to the end and stood still for a longer moment, taking the time to come back to your senses. You rested your hands on Arthur’s back as he was breathing against your neck. You had his weight on your body and you could feel his heart beating as fast as yours and you could smell his sweat on his skin.

Everything about this was perfect.

- We really... - he breathed onto your skin - we really did this?

- Yeah... And it felt amazing.

- It was amazing - he agreed as he tilted his head to look at you - I’m so happy that I’ve waited for you.

You slightly squinted your eyes not sure of what he meant.

- That you waited till morning or...

- That I’ve waited all my life. I didn’t know who i was waiting for, but now I know it was you - he smiled before he kissed your forehead - And it was worth to wait, baby.

- I’m your first... - you couldn’t believe this.

- Mhm - he pressed another kiss onto the tip of your nose - And my last.

- Are you asking me to be your girlfriend? - you chuckled, not quite believing his words.

- Yes? - he asked with a hope in his voice.

You blinked in consternation. You thought if this was what you should agree to. You had crush on him, yes, you fell in love with him even, but you didn’t know him that well. And he didn’t know you. You were both admiring each other from a distance, but never dating. You felt like he had already planned his life with you, which was ridiculous and probably you got the wrong impression. He wouldn’t get so far with his imagination, would he?

He lifted off of you, but was still observing you, waiting for your response.

You opened your mouth and hesitated for a moment before you decided with a smile.

- Yes, I want to be your girlfriend.

He smiled and chuckled satisfied as his presumption was proven correct. You agreed to become his girlfriend, his one and only, just like he’d thought you would. He was sure you would also agree to live with him in his apartment and wake up every morning in his arms.

He smiled. This dream of his was going soo well for now.

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Temptations- Adult Eddie Kaspbrak X Reader

Word Count: 2968

Warnings: Cursing, smut, alcohol

Request: Hello! I was wondering if I could request a smut for adult Eddie Kaspbrak please? Maybe where the reader is a member of the losers club and her and Eddie had crushes on each other when they were younger and those feelings came back when they met up again at the restaurant. Maybe have it be set towards the end of the film and Eddie survives and figures what the hell and just gives into his feelings. Thank you so much in advance! ☺️

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When Mike had called, you were in the middle of teaching a lesson to your fourth period class. At first, you had let the phone buzz in your purse. The second time, you let it buzz again. The third time, you sighed, just throwing the answer key to the previous night's assignment under the ELMO to let the kids check their own work.

You pulled out your phone and answered. "Hello Ms. L/N speaking- if you'd please call at a later time- I'm in the middle of a lesson."

"Y/N, it's Mike."

The class had gone quiet so they could try and hear your conversation. You gave them all a slightly scolding yet somewhat amused look as you stepped out of the classroom. Outside, you spotted a teacher with her plan period across the hall.

You hurried over, phone still near your face but not quite pushed against it.

"Hey Diana," you smiled nervously, "can you take my class for a few minutes? They're juniors, it shouldn't be much trouble."

Seeing you had your phone, she nodded with a small smile and wordlessly stepped into the classroom.

You started walking towards the teacher work room and put the phone back to your ear. "Hello, yes, I'm sorry about that. I had to leave my classroom," you sighed. You lightly shook your head and forced a smile although the mystery man on the other side of the line wouldn't be able to see it. "So, I don't believe I know a Mike. Are you sure this isn't the wrong Y/N?"

"I'm positive. It's Mike Hanlon, from Derry. We used to be friends."

"I-" you paused, something starting to poke at your memory. You began to walk a bit faster, heels clicking viciously against the tile floor. "You were homeschooled weren't you? Had a little farm?"

"There we go. You remember."

"Yeah I do," you hummed softly, now wondering why on earth he was calling you after... how long? ... 27 years?

"It's back."

When you woke up, you were laying on a sickbed in the school infirmary, your legs just barely fitting on it. You moved your legs to the floor and sat up. The room spun a bit but it slowed down after a few moments.

You didn't remember much after that other than the pain as you collapsed in the middle of the hallway and hushed but panicked voices nearing.

_____

A few footsteps shuffled in and began to bombard you with questions over whether or not you were alright. Truthfully, you weren't and you'd say you weren't, but with a totally different explanation.

"Oh you see, I had a family emergency. My mom... she..." You struggled to come up with an excuse since your mother had passed away about a decade prior.

Luckily, one of the staff members, Diana from earlier, changed the subject. "How many days do you need off?"

The flight and arrival in Derry was all blurred to you. You were shocked you had managed to function like an actual human being. Or at least you thought you did; you couldn't say for certain.

"Maybe a week," you smiled small, but you hoped, you prayed it was less.

_____

Although as you entered the Jade Orient, part of your sanity seemed to return. You were clearheaded as you talked to the hostess, mentioning that you were there for a party of eight.

She gestured back towards a seating area that was blocked off by a wooden screen. You were hesitant to enter, there was no doubt about that, but you stepped in and gave a sigh of relief. There was no jump scare or moment of shock; just faces you knew that had aged over the years.

Mike and Bill were engrossed in a conversation that made both of their eyes light up. You overheard something about Bill's writing- oh yeah Bill was a famous writer now- and Mike's library.

Now, the other two were antithetical in comparison; Richie and Eddie were sitting across from each other, making fun of each other, bantering.

You smiled to yourself. Just like old times.

Richie was in the middle of a 'your mom' joke before he looked up and whistled. "Oh damn who is that thiccums over there?"

Working with high school students, you knew exactly what that meant and you turned red, shaking your head, but unable to stop smiling. "Keep it in your pants Richard." You held your arms out to hug him. "But get your ass over here and give me a hug."

Richie nearly leaped from his seat, tripping over his gangly legs, and wrapped his equally long arms around you.

It felt weird having Richie, who used to be shorter than you, stand above six foot and hug you so tightly, but it felt nice.

After he pulled away, he laughed. "Shit, you're showing me up. I got the dad bod and here you are with childbearing hips and an itty bitty waist."

You laughed embarrassedly. "Oh Richie you're flattering me."

You turned back towards the table, ready to speak but you stopped yourself. Staring at you was a slender but sharp face with inquisitive eyes as big as a Disney princess. His nose had sharpened in angles over the years but very faintly you could see familiar freckles from sunshine trailing over both cheeks and his nose.

He smiled at you and you smiled back, feeling the heat of a childhood crush fill your cheeks. "Hi Eddie."

He was up on his feet in an instant, pulling you close and into a hug that was almost too tight. Just almost. Yet you found your embarrassment fading and your cockiness growinf. "Miss me that much?"

He pulled away almost immediately, rambling over how it was "so amazing to see you" and how you "grew up to look exactly like your mother".

You rolled your eyes but your smile stayed as you went to squish his cheeks. "And you haven't changed at all," you cooed.

And you drank. Richie drank. Bill drank. Mike drank. Even Eddie, who had scolded you once or twice for underage drinking, drank to the point of delight.

He lightly pushed your hand away before you turned to the rest of the group, laughing. "I don't know about you guys, but I need a drink!"

______

When Ben and Bev arrived, they joined the festivities.

You didn't quite remember how, but you ended up in Eddie's lap, giggling, feeling like a teenager again. He felt the same as he had an arm lazily wrapped around your waist.

He kept his arm there as he walked you back to the townhouse; neither of you felt like it was suitable to drive back with how drunk you were.

The walk upstairs was jovial as you swung your hands together and laughed even though no jokes were told.

But the air changed once you had reached the top. Eddie's bedroom was closest and you weren't sure if he dragged you in or if you had pulled him in, but that didn't matter at all.

As soon as the door was closed, arms were wrapped snug around your waist, a chest surprisingly tough pressed against yours.

Eddie was staring at you, mouth barely agape, breathless. Inside he was panicking some but God he knew he wanted this.

"Tell me to stop," he warned.

You returned his look, but yours carried a smugness to it; like you were confident in the first place that things would go accordingly.

"Don't you dare stop."

With that, Eddie's mouth slammed against yours in a way that threw you off guard entirely. Eddie, as long as you had known him, had been somewhat pristine. Sure, he could be as loud as Richie and much angrier, and he was no Stan, but Eddie always had a neatness to him.

So to see him do something so intense, so sloppy took your breath away.

You kissed him back with a similar if not equal force that made your lips tingle and burn.

Your arms planted themselves around his neck; your hands grasped onto fistfuls of hair just as soft and thick as it had been before Eddie even hit puberty.

Eddie pulled away slightly, your lips maybe a centimeter apart, foreheads pressed together. "Maybe we should move this to the bed?" He phrased it more so as a question than a statement.

You nearly agreed, but you remembered something. "Eddie, we can't. You're married." You pulled your arms away from him and stepped back. "I don't care if your marriage isn't going well. I don't want to be the one to make you cheat." You looked to the ground, feeling as if you had sobered up.

Eddie stepped back a foot and tried to look anywhere that wasn't you. "Y-yeah, right. Sorry, I think I drank too much."

"I did too." You slowly made your way closer to the door before you told him, "have a good night, Eddie."

The following hours and days, you weren't exactly sure how long the process of killing a demon clown was, were grueling. Yet, all of you made it.

He mumbled something in return, but you didn't hear it because you were already down the hall.

_____

Yes, there were extremely terrifying moments that made you feel like you pissed yourself. Like when: Bill nearly drowned in water, Richie got put in the deadlights, Mike tried to get you all to do a ritual that killed the original casters, Ben had more shit carved into his stomach, Bev nearly drowned in blood, Eddie was stabbed in the fucking face, and you nearly suffocated at one point.

You took joy in watching the house on Neibolt Street collapse into itself. That house that had haunted you for nearly three decades was finally gone.

You looked around at your friends. Everyone was dirty and covered in blood of their own or even someone else's. "Hey guys," you began, "how about we go swimming?"

A small chorus of delayed and tired 'yeah's followed. All of you walked through town, ignoring those who looked at you like you were insane.

About halfway there, Eddie squirmed his way next to you and reached out for your hand.

After the quarry, you all went back to the townhouse, deciding to rest up before you'd all inevitably leave Derry once again. Only this time, you wouldn't forget. You'd remember your friends and go on in life with them as your friends.

You let him.

___

Quietly, you walked to your room and as soon as you could, you took a long shower. You took great care in getting all of the blood and dirt off of your skin. You washed beneath your nails. You spent time carefully working the knots out of your hair.

Once you were out, you walked to your luggage, going through it for anything comfortable. You wondered if you had left some things from a previous trip inside because you did not remember packing lingerie.

You thought about it for a moment before saying fuck it and you put on the lingerie with a small satin robe over it.

Just as you tied the robe, a knock came on the door. "Y/N, may I come in?" It was Eddie's voice.

"Yeah come on in, Eddie," you called, going to sit on the end of your bed.

Eddie carefully opened the door, and peeked his head inside before he completely appeared. You noted that he was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. You had never seen Eddie in sweats before and you weren't complaining at the change.

Eddie's cheeks went red at the sight of you but he sat next to you nonetheless.

"So I called it off with Myra."

Those were not at all the words you expected.

"Woah Eddie, I'm sorry." You reached out to put your hand on his shoulder.

He sighed and turned toward you. "This week made me realize something. Well, more accurately, it made me remember something." He takes one of your hands between his own. "I care for you more than anyone else. You make me laugh, you make smile, you make me brave. You do all these things to me and I know what that means. I think I've known since we were kids." He looks into your eyes. "I love you."

You practically tackled Eddie, knocked him back onto the mattress and kissed him. It was a soft kiss, but it lingered as you cupped his non injured cheek with your hand. "I love you too Eddie. So much."

You kissed him again, slightly harder this time and planted yourself to where you were straddling him.

It didn't take long for you to feel something underneath you. Just the thought of it was enough to drive you crazy.

Just like Eddie had said once before, you looked down at him and said, "tell me to stop."

He quickly shook his head. He wanted this even though he wasn't exactly sure what all of this entailed.

You leaned down to kiss him once again before dragging your lips down to his jaw. You found a spot that made his breath hitch in his throat and decided to mark it, gently biting and sucking until you left a deep purple mark there.

Eddie groaned before switching gears. You were the one laying on your back as Eddie kneeled between your legs. "Can we get this robe off?"

You leaned up a little before untying the robe and tossed it to the floor.

Eddie took a moment to stare at you. You wore baby doll lingerie; essentially a type of intimate nightgown that's usually see through.

That's exactly how yours was. He could see your nipple starting to poke at the fabric, stretching it.

He reached down and gently squeezed your chest, earning a shaky breath. He moved to cup your breast, his thumb tracing your nipple. You whined a bit at the feeling of lace scratching over it and the feeling of Eddie's hand.

It had admittedly been quite a while since you had the touch of someone other than your own hand or a Hitachi so you felt extremely sensitive.

In a swift movement, Eddie pulled the fabric away from your chest entirely and replaced his thumb with his tongue. You moaned quietly as he began to work on your chest. His hand found its way to your other breast.

Your legs tried to clench but Eddie sat between them and once he felt that, he moved his attention downwards.

He moved back and grabbed the waistband of your panties. He looked at you. "May these come off?"

You nodded. "Yes take them off. Please."

He gingerly slid them down your legs before tossing them onto your robe.

He leaned down between your legs but didn't use his mouth yet. Instead, he tested the waters with one finger, first rubbing your clit, which earned a whine. Then he stuck a finger in to see exactly how needy you were. The answer? Very.

Eddie began to methodically finger you while his tongue flicked against your clit repeatedly. Just knowing that Eddie was the one doing it made your heart beat fast and your head dizzy.

"Eddie," you moaned, "more."

With that, Eddie added a second finger and began to curl them inside of you, earning a somewhat loud gasp. You put your hand over your mouth, fully aware that Richie's room was the next one over and man you did not want that conversation tomorrow morning.

It didn't take long for you to tangle your fingers in Eddie's hair and chant his name. He ate you out more viciously, his fingers pumping in and out at a rate that made you dripping wet.

When your orgasm came, you bucked your hips up, moaned into your hand, and squirted. Luckily Eddie was out of the way by that point. You knew how he was about bodily fluids but he didn't seem to mind right then.

He leaned down and kissed you. You were much more eager in the kiss as you tried to get over the high of your orgasm. He whispered praises into your ear and after a moment, you switched it over again.

Now Eddie was beneath you as you slid his sweats and boxers down in one swoop.

You looked at Eddie. "Do you care whether or not we use a condom?"

He shook his head, surprising himself. "Not at all."

You whispered a small "thank god" before lining yourself up with him. You slid down onto him with a lewd mew.

Eddie's hands found themselves on your hips, lightly squeezing. A nearly lightheaded feeling washed over you, but you admittedly wanted more.

You brought your hips back up before sliding down onto his cock again, making both of you groan.

You rested your hands on his chest as both of you whimpered and groans at each slap of your thighs against his torso.

It felt like an embarrassingly short time before your thighs tried to clench around him.

It felt embarrassing for him as well once he began to feel the coil in his stomach tighten.

You came with a rather pornographic moan and your walls tightened around Eddie. The sensation was enough to finish him off, making him cum.

Breathlessly, sex drives and overall shape not as great as it used to be, the both of you lay down.

You find yourself cuddling into Eddie's chest as one of his legs lazily lays over your own.

Eddie sighs happily. "Well that's like a wet dream come true."

You giggle. "And one hell of a way to start a relationship."

Eddie smiles softly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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papipopsicle · 5 years ago

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AFTERTASTE PART FOUR

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Short!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether friendship and can co-exist without causing conflict. Including my OC's Flick & Cherry, a lesbian couple and best friends of Y/N. Set Pre-Veronica.

Song: Feeling Good by Sofi Tukker

Warnings: Dom!Archie, Oral (fem receiving), swearing (probably)

Words: 3K

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!PING!

Y/N giggled as soon as she saw the picture Archie had posted, it had been taken a few hours ago at lunch. She hadn't even realised he had taken one, off guard beaming up at Moose as he told the group how the Andrews boy had face planted the turf during football practice. The caption read ‘when you're having a lousy day, i'll try my best to make you smile like an idiot’ and her face lit up at the kind gesture.

Today had been utter shit; Michelangelo had gotten into a fight with one of the neighbourhood cats and lost very badly, Josie picked a fight for no reason in Maths and called her a ‘brain dead bimbo’ in front of everyone, and to top it off she'd overheard Chuck sharing very private, personal details with his friends like they were nothing.

She felt miserable and hopeless, wanting nothing more than for this day to be over already. While the boy wasn't there with her when any of these events happened, he knew as soon as he saw her saddened expression that it was his duty to turn her frown upside down. After an hour of cheesy jokes bad enough to make her father proud, Y/N felt a little bit lighter.

Now, the two sixteen year olds were being blackmailed into making dinner for themselves, Y/N's family and of course Fred too. It wasn't uncommon for this to happen though, since Y/S followed in her mother's footsteps when it came to cooking abilities, and they felt bad for always making Y/D cook. So the blonde had rolled up the sleeves of her grey sweatshirt and pulled her hair into a messy bun, while Archie gathered all the ingredients for the perfect steak dinner.

"Okay," Y/N huffed out, putting her arms up and looking over the boy's broad shoulders to see the recipe, "what's the first step, Nigella?"

Two frustrating and hilariously messy hours later, the two teens were serving their masterpieces. Y/N showered while waiting for the steak to cook, her hair now in damp ringlets as she wore a black concert t-shirt and a burgundy pair of gym shorts.

She carefully placed the piping hot plates in her mother and sisters respective places, returning for her own and Archie's as the boy brought out ones for their fathers. Y/D and Fred sat at the heads of the table, with Y/S and Y/M on one side and Archie and Y/N on the other. It had been that way since the very beginning, the teen's chairs always closer than necessary.

The radio played hits from the eighties and nineties in the background; the atmosphere warm and cozy as the group began tucking into their gourmet meals happily. Conversation flowed easily as usual, soft smiles mirrored around the room in the amicable scene.

"How's school been today?" Y/D asked casually as he piled food onto his fork dangerously high, it disappearing into his mouth seconds later.

"Shit." Y/N answered with a shrug and a wry smile as she copied her dad's actions and stuffed her face. Her eyes closed for a moment to fully appreciate the perfection of her cooking, but in that moment she missed the sad look the redhead threw her way. Everyone at the table was aware her high school experience wasn't rose tinted, and she was never able to lie to her family about it.

"McCoy's girl again?" Y/S asked defensively, rolling her eyes in annoyance as she even brought up said name.

"It's no biggie, honestly. She's just holding a grudge against me for something that literally happened over a year ago. She'll have to let go of it sooner or later." The y/h/c girl ended the conversation, continuing to fill her mouth with copious amounts of food. While her parents had moved on to talk about another subject, Archie kept his eye on her and she knew it.

Y/N didn't hate being pitted per se, but she couldn't stand to be watched by loving eyes when the person those eyes belong to wishes to fix her problems for her. Knowing that's what his mind was preoccupied with, the girl turned to Archie sharply and began chewing with her mouth wide open, sticking her tongue out for emphasis.

The redhead gagged and couldn't stop himself from snorting in laughter and Y/N took this as her queue to close her mouth. Not truly phased by the grotesque sight, Archie returned it for just a second, leaving them both giggling. Finishing the mouthful, she bumped shoulders with the boy, keeping her head resting there for a few moments as she spoke with a grin, "You've already done enough, stop making my issues yours. We do everything together anyway, leave me this little slither of sardonic sanity, okay?"

She sat up straight again and sent Fred a wink upon finding his knowing grin slung in their direction. Looking around the table, three other faces have the exact same looks, and Y/N only rolled her eyes, "Can we have just one family dinner without planning our wedding? For all you guys know we could both be gay and just use each other for style advice."

Y/D scoffed, eyeing up his daughter with amusement, "You're not gay."

"What?!" The blonde's cutlery clanged against her plate as she threw her arms up in exasperation, "I could be!"

Y/M cackled her usual laugh and rolled her eyes, chiming in, "Darling, have you seen your wardrobe?"

"Cherry and I share clothes!" Y/N defended herself, only halfheartedly as she knew the conversation was completely false, but still stood her ground.

"Yeah, well, she has a blue-haired girlfriend and you only share dresses when you're going out because you're the same size. I'm pretty sure she'd rather be dead than wear a pair of your heels." Y/S interjected and received her sister's glare with a smug grin.

Archie silently ate his food, but soon his best friend turned to him, "I could be bi, right? Like Elizabeth Olsen and Sebastian Stan both own my life."

"You can be whatever you want to be, Tiger." Taking a sip of his drink, the boy continued, "But, to be fair, have you seen The Bronze? Like if there's someone I'd turn for, it'd be Sebastian Stan."

"See!" Y/N raised her arms in the way Will Smith had when showing the world his beautiful wife, "This is why he's my best friend!"

They high-fived with matching grins and the bubbly atmosphere carried on until Fred left for the night, Archie staying over in lieu of helping with unfinished homework. After washing up, the three teenagers headed up to bed.

But before the elder Y/L/N daughter fully entered her room, she swung back on the doorframe and locked eyes with her younger sister in a deadpan manner, "I haven't slept properly in three days, please have the decency to wait until I'm asleep before you start boning, thanks."

Y/N swivelled in the direction of her room, cheeks dusted pink at the insinuation. She closed her curtains and headed straight for bed, exhausted by everything the day forced upon her shoulders. Finding her phone, she sent a round of goodnight streaks and scrolled through Instagram before the bed dipped and a tuft of red hair came into view.

"It's only just gone ten, you lightweight." He bumped her shoulder with his bare one, soon copying her actions with his own phone but not finding anything nearly as interesting.

"Well, I fancy wasting time on my phone instead of doing anything productive, problem?" The blonde hummed, not turning away from the device holding her attention. A few moments of silence and mindless scrolling passed before Y/N's phone was ripped from her grasp and set down on the bedside table.

"Yeah, I do have a problem with that, Tiger." Archie grinned at her clueless expression, climbing on top of her, either elbow caging her face in his hold. A light pressure appeared between her thighs with a small twitch, forcing a giggle from the girls lips. She hooked her thighs around his waist and linked her feet together, pulling his entire being closer to her own.

"Oh," Y/N forgot all about whatever had been on her phone screen moments ago, hands now brushing through Archie's fiery locks, "and what would that be."

The boy dipped his head without warning, lightly pushing her jaw to the left to expose her soft neck. His tongue slowly ran from her collar bone to the bottom of her ear, kissing small pecks along her jawline until their lips met. Y/N smiled into the kiss, lifting herself up while pulling his torso closer into her own. Her hips moved on their own accord, needing more friction to scratch an itch only his mouth could fix.

Archie broke the kiss, looking down at the petite girl with lustful eyes as his hand found her neck once more, "There's so many better ways for us to waste time than on our phones. But I'm going to need you to stay quiet for me, Tiger. Can you do that for me?"

As the words left his lips, his index finger lifted from her neck and pressed against her own. Y/N couldn't help licking a stripe down the back of it, taking the digit into her mouth and letting it drop with a popping sound. She nodded her head in agreement with an innocent smile and wide expectant eyes.

Archie watched her for a moment in awe, giving her throat a small squeeze before moving down her body. He lifted her ‘All Time Low’ t shirt up, planting wet kisses from her bra line to the waistband of her lycra shorts.

“You okay?” The boys soft voice sounded through the room, any dominance dropped from his tone but ready to be picked up if he got the right answer. Y/N sat up, planting each hand on either side of his face and pressed her lips to his nose lightly.

She grinned down at him, “I’m sure.” Her excited tone couldn’t be missed, and without hesitation she hooked her fingers into the shorts and pulled them away from her velvety skin, flinging them to the floor carelessly. Archie felt another grin filled kiss skim his forehead, a small hand carding through his hair as the girl relaxed back into the plush bedding.

Y/N closed her eyes in content as hot breath traced her thighs, up and down in a slow rhythm, leaving goosebumps of anticipation in its wake. Her hips rutted upwards needing some kind of contact, but Archie’s firm hand pushed her back into the mattress and held her in place. He settled with his legs hanging off the edge of the double bed, pushing her legs to rest open. The girl resisted the urge to squeeze her legs together, desire overcoming her body but submission overpowering her mind.

Archie’s lips left trails down her silky thighs, plotting temporary marks by nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. He enjoyed feeling her squirm under his touch, showing how much she needed his touch. This was more than just helping each other get off, there was a raw urgency and need within them for only one another. He licked around the edge of her pink thong, another unintentional jut from her hips pushing him closer to her heat as a whine escaped her lips.

The redhead’s hand moved from her stomach to her neck while he forced her to look down at him, “No noise, kitten. Okay?” He warned and Y/N’s bottom lip curled under her teeth as she sent him another nod. With that, her underwear, if it could be even called that, was pulled from her body and joined her shorts on the cool wooden floor moments later.

Archie carried on teasing the girl, licking down her inner thighs and getting dangerously close to what her body was pleading for, but he enjoyed watching her struggle to stay silent and it was far too easy to bring her to the edge by barely doing anything.

“Please.” Y/N’s voice begged with a shaky moan she’d tried so hard to keep in. The boy smirked up at her before giving her exactly what she wanted, feeling her fingers tighten in his hair as he latched onto her clit. But as soon as the pleasure started, it ceased once more.

“You want me to carry on, little girl?” Archie asked in a low tone, watching his best friend panting in want from the smallest of actions. “Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes, please, Arch. Please.” The girl nodded again, never needing a release so badly in her life before.

Archie’s tongue lapped small circles around the bundle of nerves, pausing again to elicit a small noise of bliss, “I need you to stay quiet for me though, Tiger. Don’t want Y/S finding out what a slut her little sister is.”

In any other circumstance, Y/N would slap someone for calling her something like that, and Archie would never let the word slip from his lips. But in this moment, with his tongue skilfully taunting her clit and a finger dipping inside her wet pussy, it sent a wave of pleasure and praise through her entire body.

He was her drug, one touch and Y/N was completely intoxicated, whatever he wanted is what she wanted and there wasn’t a single thing she would say no to.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to reach the edge of release, with Archie’s fingers pulsing inside her while switching from licking at her clit and sucking on it with his tongue swirling her into a trance of ecstasy. He wanted to play with her more, keep her tilting on the edge until she couldn’t handle it any longer.

But Y/N had a difficult day, he could tease her any time he wanted, for now he just wanted to give her one reason for this day to be good. With that, he tactfully curled his fingers bringing them in and out of her hot core, not stopping his mouth from all but assaulting her over stimulated clit. Her hips buckled once again and this time Archie didn’t stop her, then they began rutting back and forth riding his face until her body couldn’t take any more

“Oh god.” Y/N whined in a hushed tone, her body convulsing in euphoria she finally toppled over the edge of her climax. Archie pressed a final kiss to her clit, resting his head on her spread thighs for a few moments as they both caught their breath.

The girl giggled as Archie appeared back at her side, pressing her lips to his not caring about the taste of her lingering in the air.

“You okay?” He whispered, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her under the duvet with him. Her head rest in the crook of his neck, leg over is stomach and hand lightly tracing patterns over his muscular chest.

“More than okay, pretty boy.” Y/N hummed into the dark room with a bright smile adoring her features. “Arch?”

He mumbled an agreeable response, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Archie’s hand found her thigh and he gave it a small squeeze, keeping his hand there to hold her close.

“Can we play a game?” The girl sounded apprehensive yet excited with her words.

She felt him nod, “What kind of game do you want to play, Tiger?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smirk at her idea as the words left her lips, “I’m proposing a little bet.

Clearly were both attracted to each other, and it ends there, yes? Nothing romantic, just two horny best friends who need an outlet. So, why don't we have a little fun with this? We tease the other to breaking point, bring them to their fucking knees begging for it, and the first one to cave, loses. Nothings off limits, but you can't kiss the other, otherwise you lose."

At this, Archie lifted his head wearing a matching smirk, though it couldn’t be seen as the street lamp sending orange hues into the bedroom only lit up their silhouettes, "What does the winner get?"

"Whatever the fuck they want.” Y/N’s hand made its way to the boy’s neck and she tilted her head upwards to whisper into his ear, “And, when I win the first thing I'm going to have you do is eat me out again."

The boy chuckled dryly and shook his head, "Tiger, I'll be doing that when I win anyway."

Y/N giggled, tempted to throw the bet immediately if the consequence was his head between her legs once more. “Game on, Andrews.”

Archie couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of this situation, though he had to admit he couldn’t wait to see what his best friend would do to try and make him lose.

“Okay little girl, it’s time to sleep I think.” His voice felt more authoritative this time, and Y/N loved that about him, he wasn’t afraid to tell her what to do.

“Goodnight, Arch.” The girl said with a smile in her tone, anxious to see what Archie would do to her over the coming weeks. She felt his head shake once more, knowing a grin was etched into his lips. Y/N rolled onto her side, the boy’s arm tightly wrapped around her still as she drifted off into a fairytale land where this was all real. Not just two friends messing around.

PART FIVE

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softest-cinnamon-roll · 5 years ago

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You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out + reddie

not exactly something that I thought would come from this prompt, but here we go anyway! I hope you enjoy Amelia!

Warning for Character Death in this.

Read on AO3

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“Fuck no. Absolutely no. No way.” Eddie shook his head, blocking the door with his smaller, yet somewhat toned body. There was no way he was letting Richie pass him and go out there into what was essentially a danger zone. It had taken them way too long to find a safe space for Richie to risk giving it away.

Richie wasn’t having it though, and he stepped closer to Eddie, a gun strapped over his shoulder, the blood and dirt still stained on his cheeks. He shook his head at Eddie, trying to push past him but his body was lankier than Eddie’s, and he definitely wasn’t stronger. “Move, Eds.”

The losers were all gathered in a small safe house Stan had located on one of his missions to find food. In the past few weeks, Beverly had caught a cold and it had turned into an infection with a fever. She was getting worse and Eddie, the medic of the group, knew they had to find a safe and indoor place for her to sweat it out.

Eddie wasn’t even sure what had happened. One moment, he was snuggled up at the Quarry with Richie and the next there was some…dead thing crawling out of the bushes and rushing towards them. When they had made it into town and found the other losers, it was clear that something was terribly wrong.

In usual Richie fashion, he had made continuous jokes about the whole epidemic. It’s a zombie apocalypse, Eds! We are in a real life zombie apocalypse! None of them were funny because they were true, and no one knew what to do, or where to go. They had all piled into Richie’s truck and drove out of Derry, encountering their fair share of ‘zombies’ on the way.

They were all alone in a world full of brain eating monsters, and each and every one of them were fucking terrified. Yet, the whole ordeal never really truly sunk in until Bill was attacked. It had happened so fast and Eddie only barely missed being hit himself. It was just Bill and Eddie on the mission, trying to locate a pharmacy for simple medication when a ‘zombie’ had jumped out from the trees, skimming past Eddie and knocking Bill to the ground. By the time that Eddie had smashed the ‘zombie’s’ head in and pushed it off of Bill, he had already taken a huge chunk out of Bill’s arm.

As much as Eddie didn’t want to do it, he knew deep down that when Bill passed away he would just be reanimated as one of them, and any trace of their friend would be gone. Bill knew it was also the case and only nodded at Eddie, tears streaming down his face.

With tears in his eyes, and shaky hands, Eddie had pulled out his dagger and proceeded to stab Bill through the chest, before smashing his head in with the boulder, ensuring he would not come back. He had carefully made his back to the group, without Bill and broke the news. That night, they had all sat curled around each other, mourning for their lost friend.

After that, Eddie became much more vigilant. He always made sure there were at least three people on a mission and that they were well equipped to deal with any sudden surprise attacks. They all did regular exercises to build up their body strength so that if they did in fact, encounter a zombie, they at least could hold their own.

Guns were also out of the question. Eddie has seen 28 Days Later enough times to know that loud noises would attract them, and as soon as one hears you the others will simply follow. Mike had protested at first, but eventually he realised that Eddie was right, and there was no way they were losing another member of the losers club. No way.

It seemed though, that right now, Richie had completely forgotten about their system and it was really beginning to get on Eddie’s nerves. “Richie, sit the fuck down and we can figure this out in the morning,” he hissed. He loved Richie, he really did. He was the love of his life, but sometimes Eddie just wanted to smack him across the face.

“Bev is sick!” Richie snapped, glaring at Eddie. In their whole relationship, the only time they ever really fought was over Eddie’s mother and his need to please her. Since this whole thing began, they had always been on each other side. Until now. “She needs antibiotics and Stan said there was a hospital not far from here when he came back from the mission with Mike and Ben! I could go, get the medicine and be back in no time!”

Eddie held back his need to scream, shaking his head, “You don’t- you don’t understand! You can’t go out there on your own. Now turn around and go back to the group. We can get Bev medicine in the morning, she even said so herself!”

A look passed across Richie’s face before he nodded and sighed, returning to the group. Eddie waited by the door for a few more moments before he followed him. For the first time in a long time, Eddie fell asleep without Richie’s arms around him.

The sleep must have only lasted around an hour or so, because when Eddie woke up in need for the toilet, he realised that Richie was gone. Panic filled in his gut and he searched the whole house from top to bottom, waking everyone up in the process. Tears were streaming down his face as he realised that Richie had left and gone to the hospital without telling them. He didn’t even leave a fucking note.

Due to the fact that he was terrified out of his mind that he might never see his boyfriend again, Eddie had no room to be angry at Richie, even though he really wanted to be. The night soon turned into day and the sickening feeling only worsened in Eddie’s stomach. What if Richie had been attacked? What if he was bleeding out on the street? What if he was one of those things?

Just as the last thought left Eddie’s mind and the sun was just beginning to rise, the door to the safe house opened and Richie stumbled in, bloody and dirty. Stan was the first to his side, wrapping an arm around his waist as he helped him into the living room.

Still unable to be angry, Eddie rushed over to his boyfriend, searching every inch of his skin for any sign of a ‘zombie’ bite. Richie didn’t object, letting Eddie make sure he was okay for his own sanity before he handed over the bag full of medicine. As soon as Eddie realised that Richie was fine and he had the medicine, the anger was back and he grabbed the bag from him, storming into the room where Bev was. He had to make sure his friend was alright first.

Once he had administered the antibiotic to Bev’s system, Eddie walked back into the living room, where Richie was chilling on the couch. “You are so fucking stupid. I can’t believe you did that.”

Richie looked up, tilting his head to the side in confusion, “Eds it’s fine. I’m fine. Bev is fine.”

“That is not the fucking point!” Eddie hissed and Richie stopped short, blinking at Eddie as if he had been punched. “I told you to wait until morning when two other people could go with you! I fucking told you that it’s safer in groups and you ignored me and went off on your own! You risked all of our lives!”

“What the fuck?” Richie rolled his eyes a little. “Eds, you’re being so over dramatic. You guys were here and I was the one out there. The only life at risk was my own.”

Eddie’s eyes darkened and he scoffed just a little, “What? You think that if you didn’t come back we’d all just forget about you and move on? You think we wouldn’t have gone out looking for you? Putting ourselves at risk to find you? This- this isn’t a game Richie! This is real life and you fucking- fuck! You are just so fucking stupid!”

With that, Eddie stormed away and up the stairs of the house into one of the bedrooms. Tears of anger were in his eyes and he harshly wiped them away, taking in a few shaky breaths. He had no idea how long he sat up there, alone and in the cold, but it was dark when the door knocked and Richie stuck his head in. “Can I come in?”

The anger was no longer there, instead it was replaced with hurt and the resting fear of losing Richie. “Yeah, come in,” he whispered. Richie crossed the room and sat on the bed next to Eddie, pulling him into his arms. “You were so stupid,” he whispered, his voice cracking.

“I know,” Richie whispered, running his fingers through Eddie’s hair. His hands were cleaner now, so Eddie assumed he must have washed up before coming to find him. “I know Eds, and I know I wasn’t thinking. I’m so sorry for putting everyone at risk. I just- I wanted to be able to do something for once. It’s always you, Stan and Mike who go on the main missions and I- I just wanted to be useful.”

Eddie looked up, his eyes wide as more tears filled up, “Richie- you are useful. Your boy scout experience and your trips with your dad give you the knowledge of how to cook food. None of us know how to do that, or how to build a fire or how to break into a house. That’s all on you. We’d be screwed without you. Just because you aren’t out on missions doesn’t mean you’re not useful.”

Richie leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together and he leaned in, pressing a light kiss to Eddie’s lips. Right now, life was too short to stay mad at the person who made the world a little bit brighter and Eddie knew that. “I love you, Eds.”

Life was going to get a whole lot worse before it got better. They were going to encounter way more problems and possibly suffer more losses. As long as they have each other though, Eddie was sure that they could take on anything the world threw at them.

“I love you too, Rich. I love you too.”

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tinylilemrys · 5 years ago

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So due to some tumblr ask box fuckery, I published this prompt by accident this morning before I filled it, so the post format is a little off.

Anyway, here is the prompt from @softbeefeminist:

I have a whole list of reddie prompts but the one I've been thinking about the most today is never have I ever (I haven't seen a lot of the sleep over game trope for them which is odd because they're kids) Essentially they accidentally confess, possibly through a specific pointed never have I maybe Mike says he's never had a crush on a member of the club as a way to make Ben lose but accidentally winds up making all the losers put up a finger.

Thanks so much for this! It was really fun to write.

Never Have I Ever

Richie knew Bev was trying to catch him out before she even opened her mouth. She had that gleam in her eye that meant she was scheming and he braced himself accordingly.

“Never have I ever been so scared of Ronald McDonald that I hid behind my friends when we went for shakes and he was there doing a kids’ party.”

“Fuck off, Ringwald,” said Richie, putting up a finger for what felt like the millionth time since the game started. The Loser’s Club laughed and though Richie was used to losing at this game, it was starting to get ridiculous. It wasn’t his fault he was the friend who did all the crazy shit. Well, okay it kind of was, but that didn’t mean he should be punished for it. They were all staying over at his house – surely that should grant him some kind of immunity?

“Jesus, Rich, how many is that now – like fifteen?” laughed Eddie.

“Twenty,” Bev responded, wearing that shit-eating grin that Richie both hated and loved. “Out of twenty seven questions.”

“For fuck’s sake, what did I ever do to you guys?” asked Richie, putting down his hand again and preparing himself for the next round.

“You’re just an easy t-target,” Bill replied.

“Yeah, you’re fun to annoy,” Eddie added, eyes sparkling mischievously. Richie relented. It was hard to stay mad when Eddie was smiling at him like that.

“Don’t worry, Richie, I’ll go easy on you this time,” said Stan. He seemed genuine enough, but knowing how good Stan’s poker-face was, there was every possibility that he was lying through his teeth. “Okay, here’s a good one. Never have I ever had a crush on another member of the Loser’s Club.”

For a moment, no one moved. Richie’s own heart was beating against his ribcage and his palms began to sweat. There was no way Stan knew, was there? He’d been so careful.

Slowly, Ben raised a finger and then Bev, who was watching Ben with wide eyes. Bill followed after and then Mike, who was staring determinedly at the ground. When he turned and saw that Eddie was looking at him with his finger raised, Richie knew he couldn’t lie. He raised his finger too, though he would go to the grave swearing that he was madly in love with Bev if that’s who it turned out the rest of the Losers had a crush on.

“Holy shit,” said Stan. “That was not how I thought this was going to go.”

He glanced around at the rest of the room. Bev’s cheeks were filling with colour slightly and Ben looked as though he’d been hit over the head with a mallet. Bill was glancing over at Mike who still hadn’t looked up. When Richie turned back to Eddie and realised that he was still staring at Richie, wearing a similar expression to the one on Ben’s face, Richie’s stomach swooped.

Perhaps…

“So I guess we move on to Truth or Dare, then?” said Stan. “Ben you can start since you were the first person to put up your hand.”

Ben looked like he was going to throw up.

“I’ll go,” said Bev. “I pick dare.”

“Hmm, okay,” said Stan thoughtfully. “If you still have a crush on someone here, I dare you to kiss them. Otherwise, I dare you tell us who it was.”

Bev took a deep breath and then a step closer to Ben before pressing her lips to his in a sweet, gentle kiss. She pulled away beaming at Ben who in turn looked dumbstruck for a moment, before his face broke into the biggest grin any of them had ever seen. Richie was happy for them, there was no doubt about it, but there was also no denying that it complicated his plan to pin all his feelings on her if it turned out that Eddie liked someone else.

“Bev, who are you picking next?” asked Stan.

“Richie,” said Bev and his heart sank. She’d been playing mean the whole night and it wasn’t likely that she was going to stop now. “Truth or dare? I promise I’ll actually take it easy on you this time.”

There was no way he was telling the truth, but there was also no way he was going to be able to kiss Eddie if that’s what she dared. Or her for that matter. He was screwed. However, there was a softness to Bev’s eyes that suggested that maybe she was telling the truth about taking it easy. Taking a deep breath, he made his choice.

“Dare.”

“Aha. I dare you and Eddie to go play ding-dong-ditch at Eddie’s place.”

“Bev, are you shitting me?” hissed Eddie. “It’s past midnight. My mom would kill me.”

“Not if you’re fast,” said Bev with an evil grin. “Good luck.”

“I hate you so fucking much sometimes,” said Eddie, glaring daggers at her.

“Come on, Eds, it’ll be an adventure,” said Richie. He tried to sound braver than he was, but his heart was still racing. The fact that Eddie had been staring at him so intensely, like he was only interested in seeing whether or not he would put his finger up had to mean something, right?

Eddie’s house wasn’t far from Richie’s, only a couple of blocks, but with neither of them saying a word, the walk felt excruciatingly long. There were several times where he tried to start the conversation, but the words lodged uselessly in his throat. He was saved from the burden of having to say anything when he heard Eddie take a deep breath with his inhaler. When he turned around, Eddie was putting it away, eyes fixed on Richie.

“So, uh, you had a crush on someone in the Loser’s Club,” said Eddie, with a nervous quiver to his voice.

Well, fuck. They were in it now.

“I, uh, still do actually,” said Richie, fighting the urge to screw up his face in embarrassment. “How about you? You still suffering through your crush?”

“Kinda. Though, I guess the term ‘suffering’ depends a lot on how the other person feels.”

“Well Bev and Ben have made their feelings pretty clear, so I guess if it was one of them you’d already know whether you’re suffering or not.”

“It’s not Bev or Ben,” said Eddie.

“So it’s definitely a guy then?” Richie’s heart was already running away with itself, despite his best efforts to rein it in.

“Is that a problem?” Eddie replied, stopping in his tracks. Richie turned to look at him, and even in the ghostly white from the moon and streetlights overhead, Eddie looked paler than usual.

“Not at all,” he replied, reassuringly. “It would be kind of hypocritical of me anyway.”

“You mean your crush isn’t Bev? It’s a guy too?” Eddie’s voice was so filled with hope and oh how Richie suddenly longed and prayed for that hope to be about him. Surely that was too good to be true, though? There had to be some catch from the universe.

“I guess so,” said Richie, before setting off again for Eddie’s place, feeling overwhelmed that they were having this conversation at all. Eddie stayed rooted to the spot for a moment before following.

“I’m taking it that it’s also not Ben?” said Eddie, who’d had to jog a little to catch up with Richie’s long strides.

“Definitely not Ben.”

“Bill?”

“Nope.”

“Mike?”

“For fucks –“

Richie stopped again. They were almost at Eddie’s driveway. He lowered his voice, knowing how nosey Sonia Kaspbrak was when there was any kind of activity on the street outside.

“Look, we could eliminate all the possibilities one by one, or I could just grow a pair and tell you that I’ve been in love with you for almost as long as we’ve been friends and that if it turns out that you like another one of the Losers it’ll kill me, but I’ll try – “

“Oh my god, shut up,” said Eddie, clasping a hand over Richie’s mouth and dragging him to crouch behind a bush as a light at the house next door went on. Eddie looked at Richie apologetically. “Sorry, if Mrs Johnson sees us out here, she’ll definitely call my mom. She’s kind of a dick.”

“She would be with a name like that,” said Richie, though it was so muffled through Eddie’s hand he doubted he could understand it. He still didn’t know if Eddie felt the same way and the suspense was going to murder him long before Mrs Johnson or Scary Sonia would. He gently pulled Eddie’s hand away from his mouth and looked him in the eye.

“Eddie,” he whispered, taking a deep breath to get him through the rest of the sentence. “Please, for the sake of my sanity, is it me or someone else?”

Eddie reached up a slightly trembling hand and placed it on Richie’s cheek, swiping his thumb softly along his cheekbone. Though his hand was cold from the frosty October air, it was also the warmest thing Richie had ever felt in his life.

“Of course it’s you,” he said with a shy smile. “It always was.”

When the light next door went off a moment later, Eddie immediately sprang to his feet.

“Jesus, Spaghetti, warn a person,” said Richie, scrambling to his feet with his heart racing at the sudden change in atmosphere.

“Sorry,” he said, “but if we’re going to do Bev’s stupid dare, this is our chance.”

And before Richie could say anything in protest, Eddie was dragging Richie up the steps to their porch.

“As soon as I ring the bell twice, we’ll run and hide around the side of the house. She won’t think to look there.”

Richie had never been more in love.

“See, Eds, this is the kind of shit that makes me so crazy about you. Here we are in the middle of the biggest, most important conversation of our lives and you’re interrupting it for the sake of being a brave little bean doing shenanigans. Where else would I ever find anyone as perfect as that?”

Eddie didn’t respond, but Richie saw the pleased smile creep across his face. With hands still trembling, he reached up for the doorbell and pressed it once, then twice and without even waiting to hear if Sonia would come ambling to the door, the two of them ran. Eddie jumped the railing with a practiced ease and though Richie thought he would have no issues following suit, his foot caught the top of it and he tumbled to the ground. As the door began to swing open, Richie tried desperately to get to his feet and was rescued a moment later when a hand reached out and pulled him into the shadows next to the Kaspbrak house.

“Fuck me, that was close,” breathed Richie.

“Shh,” Eddie giggled. They were standing close together, probably closer than he’d ever stood in front of Eddie before and what little space there between them felt suddenly charged like it was full of electricity. It wasn’t even spoiled by Sonia’s furious threats to call the police on her invisible assailants.

“Eds, can I… I mean, can I kiss you?”

Eddie didn’t reply, but a second later Richie felt Eddie’s lips on his and the rest of the world disappeared.

It wasn’t his first kiss. He’d kissed Sally McCarthy after school one day a few years back because they were both bored and kind of curious about what it would be like. It had been awkward and weird, made only weirder when he had heard Eddie walking past the classroom he and Sally were in, calling out his name.

This was completely different. This was right. Eddie seemed nervous and hesitant at first, despite being the one who initiated the kiss, but once Richie reached up to splay his hands across Eddie’s soft neck and jaw, he seemed to gain confidence, pulling Richie closer and even slipping his hands up between Richie’s jacket and his shirt.

When they heard the front door slam, the two of them pulled apart.

“Just so you know, I carved our initials into the Kissing Bridge,” said Richie. “That’s how much of a heartsick cliché I am.”

“I did too,” laughed Eddie. “So I guess we’re both pretty sappy.”

“God, what do we tell the Losers?”

“I’m pretty sure Bev already knows. That’s why she sent us on a dare outside of the house – so we’d have a chance to talk without the rest there.”

“Holy shit, I knew it. She’s an actual hero,” said Richie. “Look, I mean, do you want the rest to know?”

“I guess I don’t mind them knowing, but the thought of telling them is…”

“Super embarrassing, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, let’s not tell them then. We’ll just do our thing and if they find out they find out. Saves us a conversation we don’t actually need to have.”

“Yeah, okay. I like that.”

Richie couldn’t resist giving Eddie another soft kiss.

“Well then, with that decided, shall we?” He held out a hand for Eddie to take.

“Hell yeah,” Eddie replied, threading his fingers through Richie’s. Richie forgave every romantic comedy he’d ever scoffed at as he walked down the street holding hands with the boy he’d been in love with forever. It really was as magical as they made it look.

When they arrived back at Richie’s house, it seemed that everyone was getting ready to settle down to watch another movie, although Bill’s sleeping bag was now a lot closer to Mike’s and Ben and Bev were cuddled up on the sofa. When Stan came through with an enormous bowl of popcorn to see that Eddie and Richie were holding hands, he rolled his eyes.

“Fucking Ben. I was just trying to catch out Ben,” he muttered to himself as he made his way back to the living room.

Eddie stood on his toes to press a kiss to Richie’s cheek.

“Never have I ever been so happy that a Stan Plan backfired,” he muttered against it.

The fingers that weren’t tangled with Eddie’s stayed firmly in Richie’s jacket pocket.

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hellyeahomeland · 5 years ago

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“Designated Driver”: an HYH recap

Disappointingly, this episode doesn’t pick up in Carrie’s hotel room after Yevgeny kissed her goodnight. It is the next morning, and she’s speed-walking down a street in Kohat. Her good buddy Arman, whom we met in the premiere, has driven all the way from Kabul to pick her up.

She races into his truck and starts frantically writing on the first piece of paper she can find. It is a real treat to see Claire Danes’ actual handwriting! ...Wait, none of you care about that?

Anyway, Arman is like, hello wtf?? Carrie explains it’s something she heard, evidence actually, and she needs to write it down before she forgets. That’s right, Carrie fucking Mathison was DRUGGED and woke up the next morning and still could recall the crucial climactic ten seconds of that cockpit recording even though right after she shared a steamy kiss with Yevgeny. She is brilliant, and we have no choice but to continue to stan. She asks Arman to drive her to Bagram Airfield back in Afghanistan, and off they go.

In the White House, Hayes, Linus, and Zabel are meeting with the Pakistani ambassador about the rapidly escalating situation on the border. Hayes is his typical uninformed self, Zabel is his typical racist warmonger self, and Linus is his typical silent “have I been swallowed whole by an alligator yet?” self. It’s all very… depressing, to be honest. The ambassador says they’ll defend themselves with all they have if the Americans invade.

Outside the Oval, the ambassador is verging on speechless. Linus says they have to be the grown-ups in the room but suggests that maybe as a show of good faith, they could get that special ops team released from Kohat. Remember? The one that Carrie tricked Jenna into giving up last week. Linus says they are thisclose to oblivion, and I have heartburn.

Back in Pakistan, Jalal is overjoyed that the government is protecting him. Balach, his father’s closest advisor, is like “coolio dude, congrats.” Jalal asks for some advice and Balach says he should gather men and weapons and lay low. Once again, Jalal is offended at the suggestion of hiding. Instead, he asks Balach to find a target (i.e., Americans) for them to attack. Balach refuses—he’s not afraid to fight, in fact he’s been doing it as long as Jalal has been alive. But he’s also not stupid, which Jalal most certainly is. And if this show has told us anything this year, it’s that the dumbest people in the room are the most dangerous.

A few hours later (but really, what is time?) Carrie arrives at Bagram Airfield, which is apparently like an open-air farmer’s market because she just walks right in, no issue. She finds Worley. Man, this episode is making us remember! He’s the mechanic from “Chalk Two Down” who had the pregnant girlfriend and whom Carrie initially suspected of being involved in the helicopter crash. She brings him her rough transcript and asks him to translate. He’s the third person after Saul who seems to give a shit about the flight recorder but confirms what it sounded like last week: the crash was an accident. Fluke mechanical failure due to metal in the engine oil. Carrie asks why they didn’t call in to tell someone what was happening. He answers: “Aviate, navigate, communicate. They never got past step one.”

Then Carrie finally rings Saul.

Saul: Thank God, I’ve been worried sick. Carrie: It was an accident, Saul. Mechanical failure. I’m at Bagram and they just confirmed it. Saul: Jesus. We need to get you and that flight recorder back to DC ASAP. Carrie: Oh, right… I don’t have it. Yevgeny stole it from me. Saul: What’s this transcript then? Carrie: I just Rain Man’d that shit. Saul: First, I love you. But second, we have nothing. Carrie: You are getting on my last nerve. I’ve risked my sanity, my life, and my reputation for the truth on this fucking flight recorder. I heard it. The Russians have it. These are fucking facts. Don’t tell me that’s nothing. Saul: You have zero credibility, Carrie. You’re somewhere between a rogue agent and a national security threat. Carrie: Ok, Mr. National Security Advisor. Why don’t you do something? Talk to the Russians and figure out their endgame. I’m so fucking tired. Saul: Fine. You should probably turn yourse— Carrie: [click]

At Kabul station, Mike Dunne continues to be the most annoying person alive. He whines to Jenna about Carrie showing up at Bagram, and Carrie shooting down the helicopter, Carrie giving up the special ops team last week, Carrie this, Carrie that. He’s obsessed with Carrie is my point. Jenna tries very hard to Play It Cool but her anxiety about Carrie returning back to Kabul is palpable. It’s only a matter of time before Carrie starts talking and sells Jenna down the river, too.

The show continues to bring back ALL THE MINOR CHARACTERS. Saul meets with the Russian ambassador from last season, the one who couldn’t make anything happen with Carrie’s release. He tells him about Carrie and Yevgeny and the ambassador is like “they were supposed to stay away from each other! Those crazy kids!” It’s very much two dads meeting to talk about their rebellious teenagers and just what are we gonna do about them? Saul asks for his help locating the flight recorder. He says he’ll see what he can do.

He calls Saul later and tells him the Russians don’t know squat. Which Saul knows is a lie. I mean, they both know it’s a lie. We all know it’s a lie. Saul does his best angry, menacing whisper but the ambassador just says that the Russians have what they want.

In Kabul, Carrie is amping up to go New Car Smell on Yevgeny’s ass. She suspects he’s already back in Moscow devising new ways to fuck her over, but she sneaks into his apartment looking for some evidence or clue as to his whereabouts anyway. Surprisingly, the place is completely empty. Afterward, she and Arman wait out a traffic jam in the truck.

Arman: What next? You always know what to do next. Carrie: Not this time. I’ve dug myself a gigantic hole, but I don’t see a way out. Just a few days ago there was a moment where I actually thought I’d done it. I’d won. Now look at me. God, I’m so fucked.

Suddenly, Carrie is grabbed from the truck by two men with guns and thrown into an abandoned building where Yevgeny enters.

Yevgeny: I’m sorry for the ambush. Carrie: You’ve done way worse things to me. Yevgeny: That wasn’t personal. Carrie: Fuck you, it’s always personal. Anyway, you took something from me and I want it back. What’s the price? Yevgeny: Saul asked the same thing. For him, it’s not for sale. For you, I could make a deal. Carrie: Please be less cryptic. Yevgeny: Saul’s been running an agent in the Kremlin for years. Find that agent, and I’ll give you the flight recorder. It’s the only thing worth more to my country than the US self-destructing in Pakistan. Carrie: That person doesn’t exist. Believe me, after all these years, I’d know. Saul probably just made up the story to get you all paranoid. Looks like it worked. Yevgeny: No, he exists. It’s the only explanation. Carrie: Look, even if this person existed, Saul would never give them up. It’s his first and only commandment. You never give up an asset. Yevgeny: I never said it would be easy. Carrie: It’s not that it’s not easy. It’s impossible. I’ll do anything else, but I can’t betray Saul. Yevgeny: Based on recent events, I’d say you can do just about anything.

Back at Jalal’s base, Balach says he’s found a target. He asks Jalal for some men to place an IED. Jalal wants a driver instead. That would make a statement: that they’re not afraid to die. Once again Balach worns that they’re inviting more endless war, but Jalal won’t hear it. He orders Balach to prepare the car, and he’ll find the driver.

In Kabul, Carrie and Arman are parked outside the CIA station. Saul calls Carrie again. He shares the dead end with the ambassador and asks Carrie why the Russians would lie about it. She’s silent and then lies about the meeting with Yevgeny. “I found it, Saul. The truth,” she says. But the truth isn’t much use if no one will listen.

Arman tries to dissuade her from turning herself in. He can get her to Dubai and she can hide out. But she knows that’ll only delay the inevitable, and things are about to get much, much worse. Arman senses a shift—just a few hours ago it was Bagram this, Yevgeny that. Now she seems resigned to her fate. He asks what happened with those two men. “They made me an offer, knowing I’d have to accept.” She thanks him and tearfully hugs him goodbye.

She steps out of the truck then and spots two girls playing in the street. It’s an interesting moment: is she thinking of Franny? Or herself, that fearless little girl Maggie recalled last season? We can’t know for certain, only that she ditches her phone and walks straight up to the gate at the station and turns herself in: “I’m Carrie Mathison. I’m wanted by the FBI. I’m turning myself in.”

Inside the station, a guilty Jenna has convinced Mike to let her supervise the handover of the special ops team at the border. Then Alan reveals that Carrie just turned herself in. There’s an extended sequence in which

Jenna looks like she’s about to throw up

Mike looks practically giddy at the recent development

Carrie looks like she wants to strangle every single useless person in the building

Balach is overseeing the assembly of the car bomb and notices that Jalal is sharing some food with his two young sons. He asks what the hell is going on and then Jalal tells him that he’s found the driver for the attack: him. Balach refuses.

Jalal: Fine, I’ll just kill your wife and sons anyway. Then I’ll kill you. It’s what my father would have done. Balach: Don’t hurt them. Jalal: They’re the family of a coward who wouldn’t agree with all of my dumb ideas! Balach: I can’t believe how completely terrible you are. Jalal: Look at it this way: you can drive this car and die a martyr. Then your family will be treated with honor. Or you can refuse and you’ll all die. Balach: Give me your word that they’ll be taken care of.

Jalal just nods.

In Interrogation Room #1, Jenna enters to give Carrie some water but it’s Jenna so she’s not able to hide her true motives for long.

Carrie: This little dance we’ve been doing all season has been amusing but it pays off now. Jenna: What? Also what the hell are you doing here? Carrie: I’m turning myself in. Jenna: Why now? By the way, the special ops team that you tricked me into giving up is being freed. Remember them? All that bullshit about a flight recorder— Carrie: It wasn’t bullshit. Jenna: Everything that comes out of your mouth is bullshit. Carrie: Just say what you came in here to say. Jenna: Are you going to give me up? Because I was dumb enough to trust you? Carrie: No. Jenna: How can I know you won’t? Carrie: I thought we already went over this. You can’t know anything for sure. If you’re looking for guarantees, you’re really in the wrong line of work. But I just promised you. Your bosses here will never know you were involved, and that’ll have to be good enough. Jenna: I lovehate you. You still put me in a terrible position. Carrie: Maybe I did. But in my own fucked up way I ended up teaching you a lesson. On the other hand, I have actual problems. And if this is the guiltiest you ever feel, consider yourself lucky. Now go, before the FBI catches you talking to a ~Russian spy~.

Vanessa Kroll—remember her, she’s the I Mean Business FBI investigator from “Two Minutes”—steps into the interrogation room for her turn. Jenna and Mike observe from behind the one-way mirror. She begins to lay out the facts in front of Carrie. Well, I should say “facts.” They’re really just statements about Carrie��s behavior, as told from another vantage point, that make her look really guilty. Carrie plays at the improbability of it all. Carrie singlehandedly convinced Beau Bridges to come to Kabul, then passed off the info to the Russians who passed it off to the Taliban who just happened to be waiting with an RPG.

Carrie is in deep shit and she knows it, but she is remarkably articulate and reminds everyone that she doesn’t fucking work for them and she can talk or engage with anyone she fucking pleases to, thankyouverymuch.

Vanessa: Not when you’re providing aid and comfort to the enemy. Carrie: If you’re talking about Yevgeny Gromov, it’s more like he provided aid and comfort to me. Sara: 😏 Carrie: Anyway, I want a lawyer. Vanessa: Fine, then you’re under arrest. Carrie: Peachy.

In the next room, Jenna is maximum confused. It’s almost like Carrie wanted to be arrested, which obviously begs the question of what she has planned when she gets back to America. Mike continues to possess a quarter of a brain cell and is all, weren’t you going to the border or something or other?

In Saul’s office, Linus gives him the lay of the land. Carrie has just invoked Saul in her defense, and he’s now on a fast track to the same amount of credibility that Carrie herself has: that is to say, zero. They bought some time with the release of that ops team but continuing to give Carrie cover is really bad optics. Saul reveals the whole deal with the flight recorder. Then he admits it’s pretty much all his fault. He was there when she was returned back from the Russians. She didn’t even recognize him. And he took her out of treatment when he knew she wasn’t ready, because there was a job to do and he asked nicely. He can’t turn his back on her now.

The episode closes with an incredibly-edited sequence. While Carrie is escorted out of Kabul station in handcuffs, Jenna arrives at the border where no one knows why she’s there or seems to give a shit.

Meanwhile, Balach approaches in the car and records a video for his wife, soon to be a widow. He’s going to die and he’s been preparing for that reality his whole life. He asks her to forgive him and to make sure that Jalal keeps his word about protecting them, lest he meet the fate of a vengeful God.

Carrie and Vanessa board an airplane headed back for Washington. Carrie struggles with her seatbelt before the zip ties around her wrists are removed. The bus with the special ops team pulls up to the border and the crew sits inside, waiting for the go-ahead. Balach readies the bomb. Carrie’s plane taxis, she exchanges looks with Vanessa. Everything gets very quiet.

Then Balach starts driving.

He speeds toward the border as soldiers scatter. Someone grabs Jenna and she ducks behind another vehicle. The team in the bus stare out the window. “Move the fucking bus!” they yell. They are sitting ducks as Balach heads straight toward them. The soldiers on the ground fire rounds and rounds at Balach, missing each time. The driver of the bus hurries out, saves himself. Everyone stares as they prepare for the inevitable. Balach screams, moments away from oblivion. His crying sons flash through his mind. He’s doing this for them, remember? He’s giving himself up for them. Then: a crash, an explosion, a flash of white.

Carrie’s plane lifts off. There’s a look of resolve in her eyes as she stares out the window at this place. This place where she fled to escape her grief, so many years ago. This place where, more recently, she fled to escape her trauma. Now she’s leaving and never coming back. Is she a martyr, too? Has she given herself up, for her family, for Saul? Or is it the reverse? Is she about to give them up? She’s exploded her life, in her own way. I would rather you say I was dead. Darkness.

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annes-andromeda · 5 years ago

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Fluffers Speaks

Part two of my Jonerys rant cause I’m bored and have a lot of thoughts. Bear with me, cause I get sidetracked at some points. And prepare yourselves cause this is long and I get pissed.

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So in my last post, I talked about the problems with Jonerys in Season 7. Now we go onto Season 8. And we all know how much of a train reck that was.

In Season 8, Jonerys seems to take a toll for the worst and turns from a relationship void of chemistry or logic to Jaime and Cersei 2.0. Or more controversially, Aerys and Rhaella 2.0. I’ll get to that later.

When the Season starts, the ship seems to be having problems already (I know, shocker). As soon as Daenerys arrives to Winterfell, the Northerners do not take a liking to her. I’ve heard Dany stans on Tumblr and Instagram say that the Northerners are Xenophobic, racist, and other foul names.

Now what do xenophobia and racism mean? Simple:

Xenophobia: dislike of or prejudice against people from other countries

Racism: prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one’s own race is superior.

When in the entire season did we see the Northerners say they didn’t like the Unsullied or Dothraki because of the color of their skin? Never. When have they said they don’t like the Unsullied or Dothraki because of where they come from? Never. The Northerners have good reason not to like them. The Unsullied are mindless soldiers who take orders without question, and the Dothraki pillage, rape, and murder for sport.

But back to Jonerys. Daenerys doesn’t seem to give the Northerners a good reason to trust her. She openly says that her dragons eat “Whatever they like”, which I guarantee makes the Northerners not trust her even more. And not to mention, the Northerners haven’t forgotten what her father did to Brandon and Rickard Stark. The North Remembers.

I’ve heard Stans say that the Northerners should be grateful for Daenerys coming North to help them. I disagree.

What are two of Dany’s titles again?

Queen of the Andals and the First Men

AND

PROTECTOR OF THE REALM

It is her job. If she proclaims herself as the “Rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms”, then it is her duty to resolve any threat that should come to her self proclaimed “people”. It’s like in real life: don’t expect people to be grateful to you every time you do something nice for them. Especially when you’re just doing your job.

Not only that, but Daenerys openly threatens Sansa twice. Once with the “Whatever they like” line about her dragons, and the other to Jon’s face when she says “If she can’t respect me-“. Jon doesn’t even confront her about it, he just lets his slide.

If he loves his family so much, why doesn’t he defend them? Cause this isn’t the Jon Snow we know and love. This is Jon “you are my queen” Snow who is just Dany’s lap dog and a mouthpiece for stans.

Cut to episode four, where the Long Night is over and the Northerners are celebrating. Daenerys visits Jon in his room (without knocking might I add. Manners, Daenerys, manners) and asks “Are you drunk?”. Jon stumbles on his own two feet, clearly indicating that he’s drunk. After talking about Jorah and Daenerys saying that she couldn’t love him the way she loves Jon, they make out.

Why did she have to make out with him while he was drunk? It just bothered me cause Jon couldn’t refuse cause of all the alcohol. Thankfully, Jon spares me another terrible boatsex scene and remembers “Oh yeah, she’s my aunt and incest is gross”.

Daenerys then confessed that she didn’t enjoy the way people looked at Jon with such love and admiration because she never had that in the North (similarly to how Viserys was jealous of Daenerys when she got the love and praise of the Dothraki). When Jon says he doesn’t want it (another line he repeats throughout the series), she literally shouts:

“It doesn’t matter what you want!”

What a great girlfriend, am I right? Putting her own needs over her lovers and not giving a damn about his feelings. True love😒

But seriously, this whole scene just made me hate this ship even more. Daenerys outright says that her and Jon can only be together if he lies to his family and swears Bran and Sam to secrecy. She literally begs him and even fake cries to him. I know it’s fake crying, cause as soon as Jon says that he’s still gonna tell his family, Daenerys drops the pity tears and gets angry at him.

Even when he kneels in front of her and she grabs his face forcefully, it just shows the power imbalance between them. Daenerys is always above Jon, and Jon is always below Daenerys. Jaime and Brienne also did the face holding thing, but they were on the same level. They were looking directly at each other. If anything the Jonerys face hold should be compared to Cersei and Euron, when Euron kneels in front of Cersei and submits to her.

See the difference?

Now, I get into why Jonerys is like Aerys and Rhaella 2.0. Obviously, Jonerys is basically Lannicest 2.0, where one person has more power over the other, but it’s also like the Mad King and his sister-wife.

After Daenerys burns Varys (which sucked because there’s no way Varys would’ve died that easily. Thanks Tyrion😒), she talks to Jon. She says that Sansa is just as guilty of Varys’s death as she is.

Sansa literally had nothing to do with Varys’s death. She wasn’t the one who passed the sentence. Sansa only gave Tyrion valuable information cause she believed that Jon was the better ruler with the rightful claim.

Anyways, Daenerys goes onto say that she doesn’t have love in Westeros, only fear (which is true). Jon then says that he loves her, which just sounds sooo forced. Like even his face said “Oh god, why do I have to say this?” Daenaerys confronts him saying “Is that all I am to you? Your Queen?”

It then leads to the most disturbing Jonerys kiss scene I’ve ever seen. I can’t put into words just how disgusted I was

Look at him. My poor boy with this demon (no offense Daenerys. I love you but you were awful this season). He literally closes his eyes as if to say “Just let it happen Jon and it’ll be over quicker”

And take a look at this:

Jon’s just standing there letting it happen, while Daenerys waits for him to make the first move. But he doesn’t because he’s afraid of her. This is the episode where D&D claims that Jon doesn’t love Daenerys, which for me I was like:

And then they completely forgot about that and I was upset again.

Now you might be asking: how is Jonerys like Aerys and Rhaella? Well to clarify, I’m not saying their entire relationship as a whole is like that, but this particular scene reminded me of them.

Take a look at this excerpt from A Feast For Crows:

Whenever Aerys would burn somebody, he’d go to Rhaella and “take his pleasure”. And when Daenerys burned Varys, she tries to make love to Jon, which he backs off from.

Daenerys then says “Let it be fear”, almost like saying “Alright. See what happens when you reject me”. What a healthy relationship, am I right?😒

And then finally, the finale. God, this pissed me off. Why did Emilia Clarke think it was a good idea to make Daenerys giddy after she literally burned thousands of people? It just made her look truly insane. Emilia, sweety, I love you. I really do. But please don’t come and say that Jon killed Daenerys because “he hates women”. Believe me, Jon is FAR from a woman hater. And apparently he didn’t talk to her? Jon literally tried to convince Dany to ”make them understand”, but he failed.

At first when Jon yelled to Daenerys saying that she burned children alive, I was like:

I thought “Finally! I’m getting my boy back! He still has sanity left in him!” But then he had to hit me with the “You are my Queen, now and always” and I was like:

Like, they did that. They destroyed my boy and everything he stood for. They made him a mouthpiece for Dany stans and Reek 2.0. The finale was bad enough, but Jesus Christ, this broke me.

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Well, that was a journey. Thankfully the show is over and I can focus on my AU and not worry about leaks. I knew the finale was gonna be bad cause I read the leaks, but it’s truly something else when you experience it.

If you want me to post my version of Jon and Daenerys from “Cookies”, let me know. Or not, I’ll probably do it anyways😅

But until then, the tea has been spilled and the pot has been stirred

#game of thrones #my thoughts #fluffers speaks #anti jon x dany #anti jonerys #anti daenerys #stans dont interact #dont want melted snowflakes on my dash

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foundlingmother · 7 years ago

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*cracks knuckles* Do you know what you’re about to witness, people? You’re about to see a certified Loki stan go full Thor stan on your asses. Buckle up, buckaroos.

Thor in Thor is misunderstood.

Actually, I have no idea if my interpretation is widely considered canon or not. The way I usually see people talk about Thor on this site, he’s either a beautiful, golden space prince(ss), or he’s THE DEVIL and does nothing but abuse poor, misunderstood Loki. I might see brief snippets of nuanced discussion in metas that are more about Loki than Thor, but not a lot on its own. Specifically in regards to Thor, I usually see his character development summarized as “He was kind of an arrogant ass, but he spent a few days on Midgard (and met a girl, and we all know how that changes a man), and then space princess levels of perfection were achieved, and we all agree that the swift transformation was kind of silly, but it was absolute redemption!”

I’m here to offer a slightly different perspective. So, without further ado...

A Comprehensive (But Not Necessarily Comprehensible) Analysis of Odin’s A+ Parenting and Its Impact on Thor in Thor (and Beyond)

For the sake of time and sanity, I’m going to begin from the assumption that Thor is Odin’s favorite. I could waste paragraphs proving this, pointing to Odin pitting Thor and Loki against each other and ultimately choosing Thor, mentioning what Loki says to Odin when he’s breaking down, and bringing in pages from the comics (which are applicable due to the principle of intertextuality... thank you @philosopherking1887 for writing that post), but you’ve probably seen it all before. Either you agree, or you don’t. However, my argument isn’t that Thor was Odin’s favorite, therefore he was an amazing parent to Thor. The way Odin parented Thor, his favorite, was different than how he parented Loki, but different does not equal better.

Where Odin’s parenting of Loki could be classified as neglectful, disinterested, and/or irresponsible, his parenting of Thor could be described as demanding and authoritarian. Thor is the heir, and Loki is the spare. There are advantages and disadvantages to both roles. Loki didn’t have his father’s support, but certain expectations weren’t demanded of him. He was allowed to pursue his interests. At no point are we lead believe that Odin vocally disapproved of or forbade Frigga teaching Loki her magic. Loki becomes insecure due to societal contempt for his interests and skills, and a lack of paternal (and, to a lesser degree, fraternal) respect and attention. Meanwhile, Thor, as the favorite/heir, has to meet all the expectations society places on a man, a warrior, a prince, and a king, with little to no regard given to what he actually wants. Prior to Thor, he seems pleased with his role, but that doesn’t mean his emotional well-being has been addressed. He just happened to enjoy the interests he was expected to cultivate. We know that his feelings aren’t part of the equation because of this little bit of A+ parenting:

Odin: I’m telling you this not as the Allfather, but as your father. You are ready. The time has come for you to take the throne. Embrace and celebrate what you’ve won. Join your warriors. Eat and drink. Revel in their celebration. At least pretend to enjoy yourself.

Pretend to enjoy yourself... *screams* Yes, that’s a thing that happens in the films, and I still see people defend Odin’s parenting. It boggles the mind.

There’s a lot expected of Thor. Failure would be public and disastrous (and it’s really not an option when your expectations are that you’ll take a hereditary position). Considering that, it’s not surprising that Thor is insecure.

Alright! Settle down! I’m going to prove it. Keep your pants on (unless you’d prefer not to... I don’t judge).

Arrogance is a massive red flag for insecurity. People with true self-confidence do not require their ego to be fed. When Thor enters his coronation, he showboats. He eats up the attention. It’s made clear in the script that he was not meant to enter like this, and that he often showboats.

We’re also shown Thor putting Loki in his place, even when it’s clear Loki’s speaking sense. Obsession with position and authority over another, and inability to heed their advice, indicate insecurity. For Thor, it’s also a learned behavior. Odin asserts his position over Thor and shuts down what Thor says when they enter the vaults together after the failed coronation. Odin criticizes him, which makes Thor stubbornly convinced he’s right, but visibly shaken that his father has not agreed with him. That stubbornness indicates insecurity (we’ll speak on this a bit more in a bit).

Thor’s very nearly convinced to leave Jotunheim, but then he’s insulted by a frost giant. Based on Loki immediately knowing how Thor will react, I imagine it’s not the first time Thor’s become violent when mocked. People with a high opinion of themselves are not easily ruffled by insults. I speak from experience. We should also take note of what the insult is. Thor’s masculinity is mocked. I wish I’d remembered this when I wrote about sexism in Asgardian society.

By the end of the movie, Thor’s in the same position we’ve seen Loki in the entire movie. He too wants to make Odin proud. Despite witnessing Odin do nothing to save Loki, Thor still admires his greatness as both a king and a father, and hopes for his approval. Odin grants it this once, but it doesn’t last (again, we’ll explore that in a bit).

There is also the deleted scene with Frigga, which chronologically comes after the “give us a kiss” scene, and prior to the coronation. It’s confirmed that Thor is nervous. He does not seem confident that he’s ready to be king. In private, that insecurity overwhelms him. Then he makes his grand entrance.

More than anything, it’s this insecurity that gets him banished.

Odin doesn’t care a fig for frost giants. I’ve already discussed in detail in other meta how keeping the Casket from them lead to a deterioration of their planet. Odin doesn’t seem concerned by that. He’s a big old racist that compares humans to goats. He never discouraged Thor from speaking about frost giants like they were monsters to slaughter. That’s the popular perception of them in Asgard. Lady Sif and the Warrior’s Three do not care about Thor’s crimes on Jotunheim. They’re quick to try and convince Loki that he should speak to the Allfather after they discover that Loki had the guard go to Odin. That doesn’t change anything about what Thor did (going to another Realm against the orders of his king and attacking), so the fact that they don’t care about any of that is the only conclusion. In TDW, when Frigga speaks to Loki, she only mentions the lives he took on Midgard. No one cares about frost giants. That’s not why Odin banishes Thor. It’s not about punishing him for his crimes on Jotunheim.

Odin decides to banish Thor after Thor says this:

Thor: And you are an old man and a fool!

(Also, Loki seems 100% aware that Thor’s just made things 1000% worse, so I’m willing to believe insulting Odin has historically been a way to get your ass turned to grass.)

What leads Thor to say this to his father, a man he idolizes? Thor’s feeling pretty badass on Jotunheim, even while Loki, Sif, and the Warriors Three run away, Fandral bleeding. When he kills the Jotunheim beast, there’s a moment he realizes that he’s gotten the people he loves killed by bringing them here. His face, full of pride and the thrill of battle, crumples. That’s the moment Thor realizes he’s made a mistake. Then Odin arrives. He embarrasses Thor in front of Laufey (calls him a child). They return to Asgard, and Odin continues to admonish him. An insecure person, confronted by criticism of mistakes they make (or even just the mistakes themselves), will double down. I spoke of how Thor stubbornly convinces himself he’s right when he’s put down by Odin. Here we see it happen again. Thor lashes out. Odin banishes him for disobedience and insolence.

It’s not that three days on Midgard teaches Thor humility and ultimate morality, it’s that Thor’s artificially inflated self-confidence implodes when he can’t lift Mjolnir (Odin finds him unworthy). Loki sticks the nail in the coffin when he lies about their mother refusing to let Thor return to Asgard. It doesn’t turn Thor from an asshole prince into a hero. Thor’s a friendly, good person under his arrogance. Even when he wants to invade Jotunheim, a significant part of his motivation is fear for the safety of Asgard and its people. There’s the desire for glory, too, since Asgard’s like that. Just like Loki, Thor’s motivations are multifaceted. When the arrogance is stripped away, he’s just friendly and good. He’s still misguided due to a millennium of racism. In Avengers, he’s still very aware of Asgardian superiority (willing to take Loki back with open arms even after he’s killed humans, mocks them under the influence of the mind stone). He’s not learned to love frost giants, he’s just learned to listen to Odin. Odin didn’t want to actively murder all of the frost giants (he just wanted them to slowly die out because he’s a monster), so Thor doesn’t want Loki to do that.

Odin gets the obedient Thor he wanted. That’s why he tells Thor he’s proud of him. Thor follows his example, saves them the embarrassment of being responsible for genocide, and the resources it takes to wage war. Thor’s obedience doesn’t last, and neither does Odin’s pride. Thor associated his friendliness, heroism, and self-sacrifice with Mjolnir returning to him, and those traits allow him to develop a sense of security in himself. When Odin’s willing to sacrifice Asgardian lives unnecessarily, Thor takes issue with that, and is able to betray Odin. However, Thor attributes developing those traits and discovering that sense of identity to Odin, since it was Odin’s punishment that helped him grow. The obedience he exhibits is a result of idolizing Odin. He’s probably idolized Odin all his life, but now it’s even more pronounced. He submits himself to Odin’s judgement at the end of TDW. He’s expecting for Odin for find him unworthy and take Mjolnir. He still respects Odin’s leadership ability. In fact, he believes the traits he most values in himself are incompatible with great leadership. The perfect image of Odin cracked a little in TDW, but not to a significant degree. When “Odin” praises Thor and allows him to leave with Mjolnir and an implied blessing, Thor’s love for Odin swells. He smiles receiving that praise from his “father”. The crack heals.

#my thor meta #odin meta #fandom: marvel #highlighted meta

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ninawritesastory · 7 years ago

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Stab to Kyle 11

(I know that’s a typo, but I’ve been laughing my head off thinking about Kyle having an anthropomorphic knife named Stab. xD Anyway, have some angst!)

At sixteen, there were things Stan Marsh should be focusing on.

That assignment for Algebra II that’s due tomorrow and he’s had a week to work on but hasn’t even touched; figuring out how to tell his dad that he really didn’t give a shit about football; getting used to calling Wendy Wendyl.

But, instead, Stan Marsh’s brain was completely focused on everything and anything related to one Kyle Broflovski.

That one particularly stubborn curl that fell over his forehead no matter how he cut or styled it; the way he chewed on the ends of his pencils and pens when he was focused; the cute little cluster of moles that existed on his right hipbone, the one Stan could only see when Kyle stretched just right; the fact that Kyle had taken to wearing clothes that fit his frame exceptionally well and drew Stan’s eyes to every lean, strong muscle and the particular curve of his waist and the round fullness of his ass….

Stan pressed his teeth into his bottom lip in an effort to stop that particular train of thought.

There was nothing wrong with being gay or having gay thoughts. Granted, the only ‘out’ kids in his class were Craig and Tweek (who had been out since they were ten), and Bebe, who came out as a lesbian on the first day of freshman year. He was pretty sure Red was also a lesbian, but she never said anything and didn’t seem to be interested in dating anyone at school. But, the thing was, Stan was pretty sure he wasn’t gay. He couldn’t be; he’d been with Wendy for years, and while Wendy’s decision to transition hadn’t been what killed their relationship, it was pretty much the final nail in the coffin. Stan couldn’t see himself with a guy, not even a guy who used to be a girl.

But he could see himself with Kyle.

He could see himself doing everything with Kyle. From his wet dreams and craziest fantasies to daydreams about buying a house together and getting a couple of dogs. It was the second part of that that let him know he was completely screwed. He was already aching for a level of commitment way beyond their years. Kyle had the next twenty years of his life planned out, and not one of those plans included or depended on Stan.

Kyle was going to an Ivy League school. He was going to graduate valedictorian with honors and plenty of job offers and he was going to live in a rich town doing what he loved best and he would never, ever have to step foot in South Park again so help him Moses. Stan, on the other hand, had no plans. The only thing he could think of was that he’d probably enlist in the military right out of high school in order to kill two birds with one stone: get money for college, and buy himself some time to figure out what the hell he wanted to do when he got there.

Those two futures didn’t seem compatible.

“-an? Stan! You still in there, dude?”

Stan crashed back into the present, where he was supposed to be working on that fucking Algebra II assignment, not staring at Kyle’s pert ass flexing as he kicked his legs back and forth.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Are you really having that much of a problem with algebra?”

“Huh?”

“We’ve been studying for an hour and you haven’t done a single problem,” Kyle pointed out, an infuriatingly gorgeous smirk on his face. Fuck, Stan wanted to kiss him.

“No, it’s not—I, uh, just have some other stuff on my mind. That’s all.”

The smirk slipped into a small frown, those bushy eyebrows furrowing in concern and Kyle looked so damn cute Stan wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“Do you wanna talk about it,” he asked, hesitating slightly because playing therapist wasn’t something Kyle was great at. People tended to confuse and irritate him, and he’d stopped trying to figure them out after nearly having a psychotic break in eighth grade. But he was almost always up to try with Stan. They’d been trying to get better at communicating again, since it now took way more effort than it did when they were kids.

“It’s nothing,” Stan replied, shaking his head. “Just…really want to quit football.”

“Then do it.”

“And deal with my dad’s practically guaranteed freak out?” Stan scrunched his face up in distaste. “I’d rather sniff Cartman’s jock strap.”

“Dude, gross! Are you trying to make me hurl?”

Stan laughed, and Kyle soon followed suit. And fuck, Kyle was so beautiful when he smiled or laughed. What exactly it was in that moment that prompted his lapse of sanity, Stan would never quite be able to figure out. But whatever the reason, one second he’s laughing with his best friend, and the next, Stan’s kissing him with all he’s got.

“What the hell,” Kyle sputtered, shoving him away after a few moments of being too stunned to move. “What the fuck was that?”

“Holy shit, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—”

“Why did you fucking kiss me?!”

“I don’t know—”

“That’s bullshit, Stan!”

“Fine! Because I fucking love you!”

It was like all the air got sucked out of the room. Stan felt his stomach lurch as Kyle stared at him, those gorgeous hazel eyes of his locked on Stan as though he were witnessing something horrifying.

“You…you…what?”

Stan felt his cheeks burn as he buried his face in his hands.

“Just…just forget it, okay?”

“How the fuck do you just ‘forget’ someone telling you they love you?!”

“I don’t know! It’s not like I planned any of this shit! I never meant to fall in love with you!”

There was a moment of silence, and Kyle averted his eyes.

“I think you should go home.”

“Kyle—”

“Stan, please. Just…just go home. Don’t make me beg.”

Stan swallowed and shoved his textbook and notebook into his backpack. He slung it over his shoulder and his feet felt like lead as he made his way out of Kyle’s bedroom. The sense that he had just destroyed his friendship with Kyle—permanently, this time—hung over him like a fucking thundercloud.

How the hell could they even begin to fix this?

#nina writes #writing ask meme #sassydreamerfan #sp style #sorry it took awhile #but i hope you like it!

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trash-the-tozier · 7 years ago

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Be There

Title: Be There

Length: ~1.8k

Summary: After waking up from a nightmare, Stan calls the one person he knows will make him feel safe.

Warnings: vague description of what could be seen as a panic attack, mentions of violence (of things that happened in the IT movie)

A/N: I don’t have any stanlon fic on this blog yet and it’s a fucking disgrace Title from this Seafret song of the same name also on ao3 here

Stan couldn't sleep.

Well no, that wasn't quite true. He had been asleep, a nightmare ripping into his subconscious almost instantly. He'd woken up with a cry, his hands going to the sides of his face; the round scars stung, feeling open and gaping and bleeding, but when the pads of his fingers touched them, he found the afflicted areas soft and scarred over, feeling more like silk than skin.

It was the same dream, the same nightmare plaguing his mind since the events in it had been a reality. It felt so real, after all this time, being stuck in the sewers, isolated and choking on both grey water and his own fear as he was shoved to the floor, rolled onto his back, the eldritch rictus leering over him.

He'd since calmed down, stopped his crying, but he still shook and felt slightly dizzy and couldn't quite breathe right. Anguish pricked at his eyes, hot and wet, surging forwards and spilling down his cheeks despite the headache he already had over dehydration from previous tears and his cold sweat. Why wasn't he over this? Why couldn't he get over this? Everything was fine. Everything had been fine for years. The danger had been gone for years, but still the nightmares didn't stop.

Numbers glared red from the clock on his bedside table, telling Stan it was just after three in the morning. The world was dark and quiet and still, and times like this, with everything so calm while a storm raged inside him, made Stan feel as though he might be losing his mind. He picked up the receiver of the phone on his bedside table and dialed a number, half hoping the receiving end wouldn't pick up.

Despite this desire, when the ring was cut short, Stan let out a breath of relief.

"Stanley? What's wrong?"

Mike's voice, rough with sleep and slow, but deep and concerned all the same.

"I... I just..." Stan hadn't tried speaking since he'd woken up, his voice horribly squeaky and strange to his ears, thin and strained. He swallowed. "I..."

"Do you want me to come over?"

"You don't have to do that." Stan said, but even as he did, he glanced at his window as though hoping Mike were already there, hopping off his bike and tapping lightly on the glass.

"Okay, but do you want me to?"

Stan sat there for a long moment, worrying his lip with his teeth, too conflicted to voice his answer. He felt horribly selfish as the truth passed his lips.

"Please. Yes."

"Good, because I was already on my way. I'll be there as fast as I can."

A sob came from Stan's mouth as they hung up but this one was of gratitude, at disbelief by Mike's selflessness. Over the years, Mike never once slept through one of Stan's calls, never hesitated to offer his company, time of the night or day of the week be damned.

Now watching his window, Stan was able to see Mike approach down the street on his bike. Mike let his bike fall into the grass as he hopped off, Stan opening the window for him. He stepped through easily, and barely had his feet planted on Stan's bedroom floor before he was pulling Stan into a hug, his arms warm and reassuring and strong, his grip tight.

Stan held him back just as tightly, pressing his face into Mike's neck, trying to let this safety sink in. Mike was something to hold on to, sanity in the silence, safety in the panic. That he wasn't alone. With Mike here, nothing could crawl from the shadows. Nothing could touch him.

Mike rubbed his back, a sign that he was about to let go but Stan's didn't want him to, and when his grip didn't loosen Mike gave a quiet laugh.

"At least let me take my shoes off." He murmured, his voice soft, and Stan stepped back, sitting down on his bed as Mike untied his tennis shoes and lined them up, side by side against the wall under the window. Then he pushed the window closed, sitting down on the bed next to Stan.

"Want to talk about it?" Mike asked, and Stan sighed, shaking his head.

"There's nothing to talk about." He said, feeling frustration bleed into his voice. "It's the same... The same nightmare."

"You're not the only one that still has nightmares, you know. We all do."

"But I... I call you about them, I wake you up, I make you come over and--"

"You aren't burdening me, Stan. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be." Mike reached over and took Stan's hand, sliding their fingers together. "Besides, Richie and Eddie wake each other up. You're not the only one."

"Okay, but Richie and Eddie, they... They have each other. That's what they're supposed to do. We're..."

Truly, Stan wasn't sure what he and Mike were. A little too comfortable to be friends, too reserved to be more than that. Stan had kissed Mike once before, but it had been near five in the morning then, Mike pulling back gently before simply telling Stan that he needed to go to sleep.

"We have each other too." Mike said softly. "I've got you, Stan. Don't doubt that, ever."

Before Stan could even open his mouth to respond, Mike let him go and began busying himself with Stan's blankets, straightening up his bed and patting the mattress.

"You need to sleep." He told Stan. "You look exhausted."

"Mike--"

"Come on." Mike laid down, opening his arms, but still Stan didn't move.

"If we all have nightmares, why don't you ever call me?" He couldn't help but ask. He hated how the question sounded, accusatory and almost desperate. He didn't want Mike to think him too fragile or damaged to give out the same comfort he always received; he didn't want Mike to think, that for whatever reason, he couldn't help him in the same way. Mike frowned a little, propping himself up on an arm. When he finally spoke, he seemed to have chosen his words carefully, but they came from his mouth stumbling and unsure all the same.

"Being talked to, or... Or being touched... That doesn't really help me." Mike's eyes fell to the blankets in front of him. "I need to be away, to be alone. I need to breathe, you know?"

Stan knew the question was rhetorical, but after a moment of consideration, nodded anyway. Mike's demon wasn't Pennywise, wasn't IT. It was the fatal damage he'd dealt to another human life: shoving Henry Bowers down the well. Stan could understand a desire for silence and solitude in an attempt to come down from that moment, when all the seconds leading up to it had been screamed curses and a physical struggle.

"I know he was bad." Mike said, his voice simple, his eyes still avoiding Stan's own. "I know he was trying to kill me. But... Sometimes I just need to open my window and close my eyes and remember that I'm a good person. And it's these moments with you I always think about." He finally looked up, and Stan felt his heart still in his chest as their eyes met. "Being able to hold you is a comfort to me too."

Wordlessly, Stan surrendered. He laid down next to Mike on his mattress, the bed almost too small to fit both of them side by side. Usually, from this problem arose Stan's excuse to rest on Mike, or Mike silently pulling him in, but nerves hummed in Stan's chest. The look in Mike's eyes nagged at a question that was constantly on Stan's mind, and he resolved to ask it, using the unwanted distance as a motivator to get his mouth moving.

"Mike?"

Mike made a small noise to say he was listening, and Stan heard him shift in the covers to look over, but Stan didn't glance back, half worried about losing his resolve and falling silent, half worried that if he saw Mike's face, he would simply give in, and kiss him again without asking this time. So he licked his lips, forcing the words from his mouth.

"What if I wanted us to have each other the same way Richie and Eddie do?"

Not exactly the confession he'd dreamt of, but it got his point across, and in the silent Stan lay, stilled in his own baited breath, waiting. He didn't think Mike would mock him, or get angry, or do something like get up and leave, but he almost felt that the gentle let down he was now waiting for might hurt worse.

To his surprise, Mike gave a light laugh.

"Well, do you want to be the one with the glasses, or the one with the asthma?"

"I... I'm serious, Mike."

"I know you are." There was still that amusement in Mike's voice, but when Stan turned his head to finally look at him, he saw it wasn't amusement at all. It was pure happiness, a smile on Mike's face, a brightness in his eyes despite the darkness in the room. "If that's what you want, then I think you should kiss me."

"I've already tried that."

"You tried it when you were deliriously exhausted and half asleep." Mike countered, and to that Stan couldn't really argue. "I wasn't going to take advantage. But... That doesn't mean I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, though."

Mike leaned forwards and Stan leaned in to meet him, his eyes falling closed. The kiss was light, gentle and comforting, the taste of a promise left on Stan's lips as he pulled away. Mike found his hand in the dark, looking into Stan's eyes and squeezing his fingers.

"You really do look tired." Mike murmured after a couple of moments. "We'll talk about this in the morning, alright? But you really should get to sleep."

He opened his arms again in invitation and Stan gave a little nod, shifting closer.

"Mike?" He asked again, as Mike wrapped an arm around him. Stan wanted to voice his appreciation, but already knew he wouldn't be able to find the right words.

"Yeah?"

"I really like you."

"Hm." Stan heard that smile in Mike's voice again, and nestled a bit more into his chest, rewarded with a chuckle. "I like you too. Though you sound so sleepy I can't help but feel that drowsiness is affecting that confession at least a little."

"I'll just have to tell you again in the morning, then."

Stan felt a kiss pressed into his hair.

"I'm looking forward to it." Mike murmured. Stan closed his eyes, and Mike began to hum softly, the tension leaving Stan's body with a sigh. A small smile still on his lips, Stan drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

#stanlon #stanlon fic #stanley uris #mike hanlon #it 2017 #I was taking a shower and my soapy half shampooed ass jumped out to write this #I turned the water off #wrote 2k words #and then got back in #idk I've been writing a lot of hurt/comfort fic lately #not sure what that says about me but I'm not willing to dig too deep rn #myfic

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buckysgoldenheart · 6 years ago

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Unprofessional: Seb Stan x Reader Part 5

Summary: Starring in the same movie meant feelings between any two actors was not allowed.

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Part: 5/?

Warnings: Cursing, I think.

Words: 2151

Hope you guys like it. Comments are appreciated!!!!

Part 5

SEB P.O.V.

I didn’t even say ‘bye.’ Why the fuck didn’t I say ‘bye, Seb’s mind screamed, disappointed in his actions, or lack thereof. What the fuck is wrong with me?

As he made his way to his car, Seb turned his head over his shoulder to get one last look at you as you talked to a member of the set crew, but he didn’t stop walking until he was forced to by a small body blocking his way. Seb’s head whipped so fast to the source that his brain slightly jostled in his skull.

“Ann?!”

The small red-head before him smirked and gave a little wink. “Hi, baby.”

After recovering from shock, Seb huffed out a breath as he glanced back in your direction to make sure you were nowhere near. “Ann, what are you doing here?” He asked, exasperated. “How did you even find out where I am?”

She stood on her toes, put both of her manicured hands on his chest, and placed a small kiss on his cheek before he had the chance to protest. “Was just missing my man; Thought I would come pick him up and take him home, and don’t worry about how I’m here, just be happy that I am.” She smiled and brushed her fingers through the hair just above his ear and Seb flinched at her touch.

He grabbed her hand from his face and placed it back at her side. “Ann, we talked about this. We aren’t—”

The girl rolled her eyes. “I know, I know…’involved anymore.’”

“Yea.” He replied, nodding his head just a little extra harder than normal, hoping to drill that point home. “That’s exactly right, so why are you here?”

Ann’s brown eyes trailed up and down the length of Seb’s body, his face growing more bored as she took her sweet time, until he had to look away from the eye-groping for his sanity. That look of hers may have worked on him months ago, but not anymore. “I gave you some time to think about us and now I’m back.” Ann said, turning Seb’s face back to hers by his chin.

“This wasn’t something I needed to think about. I was pretty clear.”

She made a humming sound at his statement that he recognized all too well as an indication of her not giving a shit about what he said. “Seb.” She said, locking her eyes with his. “C’mon, you can’t be seri—Oh my God, is that Y/N; That girl you’re working with?”

“What?” He hadn’t noticed Ann look over his shoulder until your name fell past her lips.

Ann pointed in the direction Seb knew you had been minutes before, he had just hoped you had gone home already. His ex was the last person he ever wanted you to meet. “That Y/H/C-haired girl over there?”

Seb didn’t need to look. It was too late to fix the problem anyway. “Yes.” He said, his tone solid, but angry as a result of this situation.

A shrill laugh passed her painted lips. “Well, thank God, huh?”

Seb’s eyebrows scrunched together, genuinely confused at her reaction. “What?”

“I thought she was going to be pretty. I was worried about her stealing my man.” She smiled and drew a fingernail from the tip his shoulder to the curve of his wrist. “But, clearly that will not be a problem.”

“I’m not your man, Ann.” Seb groaned. “And what the hell do you mean you thought she would be pretty? She is p—"

“Is, um, this a bad time?”

Fuck, Seb internally cursed as he heard your sweet voice behind him and rolled his eyes at the satisfied smirk on Ann’s face. Seb was so engrossed in arguing with Ann that he didn’t hear your footsteps. He turned away from the woman he loathed to face you and the uncomfortable look that had spread across your features. It was like all at once, you figured out what was happening in front of you, how he felt about you, who Ann was, and how utterly screwed he seemed to be in this moment; but, Seb couldn’t help his smile when he saw you, even with the awkwardness of the day looming over your heads. “Y/N, hi…”

“Is this a bad time?” You asked again, your beautiful Y/E/C eyes staring at him from under thick, long lashes. You hadn’t looked at Ann yet and Seb just prayed you couldn’t see her altogether. “I was asked to give you this.”

Seb didn’t even look to the thing in your hand, barely even registering what you said. He just saw you in front of him and knew that your bodies being so close made him forget that Ann was even there, but he should’ve known that wouldn’t last. Moments later, Ann’s aggravating voice piped up from behind him, drawing your attention away and forcing the magic Seb felt from his current connection with you to shatter to bits at his feet.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me, Sebby?”

When he made no move to bring you and Ann into the same conversation, the annoying one took it upon herself.

“Can’t trust this man to be a gentleman for his life.” She chuckled, and it made him nauseous. “I’m Ann, Sebastian’s girlfriend.”

At that word, Seb’s eyes snapped shut from frustration. Why I thought she wouldn’t try to stake her claim is far beyond me. When he opened his eyes, he saw your face had changed, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly how.

“Oh.” You acknowledged, your head down, eyes suddenly interested in the pavement.

“You’re not my girlfriend!” He groaned without turning to Ann, then quietly directed his words to you. “Y/N, she’s not my girlfriend.”

“It’s not really my business. It’s late, I should get home. I’ll see you on Monday.” You hurried away, the paper you were meant to give him still in your clenched hand.

Seb felt clear, sharp pain when you left him to trek back to your car. It hurt, the fact that you walked away from him so easily, the unreadable expression on your face, coming to the realization that he wouldn’t see you the entire weekend.

“Aww, she seems sweet. I would love to get to know her better; let her know where her boundaries lie when it comes to you.”

The sarcasm dripping from Ann’s mouth did nothing to calm Seb’s overflowing frustration.

He whipped around and grabbed his ex by her upper arm. “Boundaries are not going to be a problem, so Leave. Her. Alone.” He demanded, his lips close to her face and blue-grey eyes burning in a threat.

“Oh please, I saw the way she was looking at you.” She spat, before her lips formed a smirk rivaling any Disney villain’s. “She needs to learn a lesson. Maybe I should catch up with her before she leaves.”

Seb gripped the red-heads arm firmer. “You listen to me right now. Y/N didn’t do anything, ok? She is my coworker and I don’t need you causing more problems in my life than you already have.” He growled, then released her and stepped back. “Besides…she doesn’t like me like that.”

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SEB P.O.V.

The Next Day

“Oh my God, just do it already!” Anthony moaned as he laid along Seb’s couch, eating popcorn and throwing an occasional kernel at the screen in front of him when his team didn’t score.

Seb looked at his phone warily, reading the text he had written and rewritten while his thumb hovered over the ‘send’ button. “I don’t know if I can.”

“If you don’t do it, I will.” His friend replied, words muffled by a mouth full of snack food.

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Y/N P.O.V.

Your phone dinged with a notification, which was beyond odd, because your phone never dinged with a notification unless it was from your roommate, Billie. With a confused look on your face, your head slowly turned left to the tall, raven-haired girl sitting next to you on your bed, her eyes fixated on on the tv show in front of her as she munched on some Doritos.

Billie had always been great at multitasking, could text and do anything else at the same time, but considering her phone was nowhere to be seen, you guessed it probably wasn’t her.

“Billie?”

“Yea.” She asked, face stuffed with chips as she continued to stare at the show in front of her.

“Did you just text me?”

Apparently, your question was stupid enough to merit a judgmental face and direct eye contact, because Billie rarely looked anyone’s way once Netflix was turned on.

“Ok, hun, I know you’ve been kinda stressed lately, you know, with the ridiculously hot co-star and all, but maybe you should take it easy. Maybe take a nap.”

You grabbed your phone off the nightstand and fiddled with it between your hands, nervous to click the unlock button. “My phone dinged.” You said as you stared at the dark screen. One touch of a button and you would see who it was from, but no one ever texted you, No one except Billie.

This is silly.

You looked back to your best friend, her eyes re-glued on the tv. “Yea? I’m not sure what you want me to do about it?” She chuckled. “Maybe, I don’t know, check who it’s from?”

You nodded, still looking at the phone, then clicked the button with your thumb. The screen brightened, and the image of your dead dog popped up. “One new notification’ with the little messaging box next to it covered Fluffy’s big, brown eyes.

If I want to see my dog ever again I’m going to have to open it.

You entered in your pin and there it was, your ‘one new notification,’ from non-other than Sebastian Stan. You had forgotten the director gave you each other’s numbers before you even met in case you wanted to do outside rehearsing, or discuss the scene, or whatever came to mind.

“I’m having a party at my place tonight. I know its short notice, but I hope you can make it.”

That’s all it said except for his address a couple spaces underneath and the time the party started.

Party at Sebastian’s starting in 30 min and he wants me to come?

“Oh, no.” You whispered to the phone.

“What?”

“Uh n-nothing.”

Yours eyes had yet to look up and without expecting it, Billie had snatched your phone from your hands. You swatted at her and grabbed for it, but her arms were a little longer than yours. She held you back as she read the words in front of her.

“A party?” She said, excitedly, tossing your phone back in your lap.

You huffed in response. “Yea…”

“At the ridiculously hot co-star’s apartment?”

“Yea…”

Billie smiled mischievously and got up from the bed, chips and Netflix forgotten. “Oh, you’re going.” She said, walking over to your closet and rummaging through it.

You panicked at her statement, not question, but statement. “No! Billie, no way!”

She pulled out the only sexy dress you had; simple, short-ish without being slutty, and in a deep plum shade that gave you ‘killer curves,’ or so Billie claimed, then threw it near you. “Yes, way.”

You stood and moved to where she stood as she looked for your black heels and you took the opportunity to snatch the dress from where it laid on the bed to put it back in the closet.

“Don’t you dare!” She scolded from a hunched position, her back facing you. She knew you too well. “You are going!”

“Billie—”

“No!” She yelled again, standing and tossing your shoes on the mattress. “This is the first man you have been attracted to in I don’t know how long, and he has invited you to a party at his place. I will drag you there kicking and screaming if I have to.”

“We work together!”

“I. Don’t. Care.” She said as she repeatedly poked your shoulder with a finger. “Now, be a good girl and put on your outfit, do your make up, and get out of here.”

“It’s at 9.”

She wiggled her eyebrows. “Then, you better get cracking if you want to look like a sexy-as-hell goddess for that man of yours.”

Your face straightened out. “Not my man. I think he has a girlfriend anyway. I mean, he said he doesn’t, but the woman he was with seemed pretty damn sure he does.”

“Well, show up looking like a seductive temptress and figure it out. If she’s there, hanging all over him, making out with him, then yea, maybe he does…God, that would suck.”

“Maybe? Maybe he does? If he’s doing all those things with her, I would say he definitely does.”

Billie huffed. “Just go.” Then, she lightly slapped your ass in the direction of the bathroom where all of your make-up products lived.

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