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It’s a Deal (Ch. 15-Final)

Chapter Summary: THE END.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 6.2k

Warnings: I don’t wanna spoil anything, but if you’ve read the story so far and handled well with everything, there’s nothing to be worried about. If there’s anything you definetely can read and want to check if you’re safe, feel free to ask me about it beforehand.

A/N 1: Thank you Suz, @bucky-the-thigh-slayer for having my back for these last chapters. Love you. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated. More notes at the end of the chapter.

It’s a funny feeling to have to knock on the door which you’ve spent so long mindlessly walking right through after opening it with your own key. Yeah, it’s funny… but also a surprisingly liberating and exciting sensation. It’s just like a feeling of meeting someone new living inside you. Or someone you just didn’t know was already there, waiting for you to acknowledge them. But a great deal of what you were and had just feels foreign to you now. Like that door to your place, except this isn’t your place anymore, so you knock on the wood softly and wait to be allowed to come in.

You don’t have to wait long as you’ve barely knocked and the door is opened, with Eddie appearing in front of you.

“Hi, you’re back,” he lets out a breathy smile, a tad of nervousness on his voice.

“Hi…” you tighten your lips, not knowing how to react to the excited “you’re back” that has just blurted out of his lips. You want things with Eddie to go as smoothly as possible and you definitely don’t want another argument. Not now when you’re so eager to just do what you have to do there and then go find Bucky, “Ahm…I’ve just come back from the mission and checked in to a hotel, I need to grab some of my stuff. If you don’t mind.”

“Oh…” disappointment hardens his face as his chin lifts up, “Alright. Come in,” he nods, stepping aside.

With tentative moves, you enter your former home before Eddie shuts the door behind him, “Ahm…Can you believe I forgot my phone?” You chuckle lightly, nodding at the device on the center table in the living room, “I had to use the company’s one the entire time.” You comment, reaching over for your phone and attaching it to the Stark mobile battery charger.

As Eddie leans back against the door, you ignore the intensive and unsettling stare he holds on you while your phone’s screen lights up. You rush to check your missed calls and your heart skips a beat when you find out several of them from Bucky. Did you really have to be so stupid about forgetting your phone there?

Your eyes lift from your phone to Eddie for a moment while a thought crosses your mind… Did he see those calls? Could he have answered one of them? No… Eddie and you might not be on the best of terms right now, but you know his character, he wouldn’t…

“Your boy toy wouldn’t stop calling,” he says, his voice as bitter as his words, “Until he decided to drop by.”

“What?” You barely whisper as your heart rushes in your chest. “Bucky?”

Eddie scoffs, uncrossing his arms and leaning away from the door, “Yeah… Bucky…Bucky Soft Tongue Barnes,” he says the name you have in your contacts for Bucky in a mocking tone, “Do you have another boy toy by any chance? Dear God, Y/N…”

You register the vicious mockery coming from him, but you don’t even care while your eyes roam around the room, spotting all of the boxes with Eddie’s stuff next to your stuff, “What did he want?” You ask, your breathing becoming erratic at the possible outcomes from that encounter.

“The fuck I know.” He shrugs, walking over you, “He didn’t stay long.”

“What did you tell him, Eddie?” Your head tilts while you ask in an almost defeated tone, fingers gripping your phone hard.

His face hardens even more now that he’s right in front of you, “I told him the truth, that this is our home.” He gestures around before lunging at you and grabbing your arm, pulling you close to him, “And that what you and I have isn’t just a shitty deal with a boy toy that can be destroyed by a small and unimportant glitch.” He spits.

Your vision turns into a blur while a thick lump of pure anger lodges in your throat. You harshly pull your arm and, expressing a strength you didn’t even know you had, you push him, making him trip backwards, “Fuck you, Eddie.” You push him again, this time even stronger, making his ass fall to the ground, staring up at you with big and incredulous eyes that makes you anger even bigger, “Fuck you, I thought we could’ve salvage something of our relationship, become respectful with each other at least, for our history’s sake,” you scoff pointing down at him, ”But I see now there’s just no fucking point.” You shake your head while your teeth clench.

As you move to step past him, he swiftly stands up and grabs your elbow again. “Y/n, please… don’t go. We can talk-”

“Fuck off, Eddie.” You shake your arm away, untangling it from his hold once and for all, “I have no time to waste talking to you.” You hurriedly move towards the way out, but before you leave the place, you turn back to him, “And just so you know, he’s not my boy toy, or a shitty deal, he’s the fucking love of my life.” You state, slamming the door on your way out.

~~~

“Goddammit, Bucky, is it too much to ask for you to wait for us, you’re being too careless,” Steve chastises through the comms.

“I told you… we should’ve brought Sam.” Nat’s voice comes to his ears.

“Fuck off, Romanoff. And you, too, Punk. You’re the last person who can say anything about being careless on missions.” Bucky hisses, being way ahead of his partners in exploring the alleged facility they are supposed to turn down from some assholes, A.I.M is what they called themselves. The third facility from that mission. Gun machine pointed ahead, he kicked open another door, finding nothing in the room again, “Besides, this place is dead, that was probably a false lead.”

“No, it wasn’t.” Nat, the receiver of the lead, scoffs, “And you would know that if you had stayed for briefing before jumping out of the quinjet in your bike, like fucking Mad Max.”

“Bucky!”

The loud voice on his ears, not Nat’s voice and definitely not Steve’s, makes him halt at once before he can kick open the next door.

“Y/N?” He frowns, not trusting his ears.

“Oh, shit.” Now, that’s definitely Steve and Nat talking in unison.

“Bucky, thank God. Finally. I need to talk to you.”

Bucky notices the relief but also the urgency in your voice. It doesn’t help him at all to figure out what the hell it’s happening, but he registers his heart racing by listening to your voice.

“Y/N?” He repeats himself, “What the hell? Where are you? Are you ok?” The thought that maybe some way you ended up as a hostage in that mission brings a lump to his stomach and his heart beats even faster.

“Yes, I’m mean, no… not really,” you speak quickly, “I’m safe, but I need to talk to you. I’m heading to the safe house designated for this mission right now. I’m gonna wait for you there.”

“What?” Bucky’s mind races trying to understand what the hell it’s happening. “I can’t… I-I have nothing to talk to you about.” He steadies his voice when he feels it faltering.

He hears a scoff that he knows it’s Nat’s, but he says nothing, ignoring the nosey fuckers.

“Bucky… please,” you plead, the desperation present in your tone, “You have no idea how many codes I had to break find you and to get here.”

Fuck…

“You’re having a hard on right now, aren’t you?” Nat asks, breaking through the silence with amusement on her voice.

“He always had a weakness for the smart ones.” Steve comments. Whispering. Like that would help the jerk to remain unnoticed.

“You two stay fucking quiet over there,” Bucky chastises – even though neither of them were lying - while he listens to you clearing your throat, “What do you need to talk about?” He addresses you again, a bit too harshly, already regretting that reaction, but allowing the little bit of spite inside his heart to lead him on, “Is your fiancé there with you?” He clenches his teeth, “Y/N listen, I don’t want explanations, or pity-“

“Fiancé?” You practically screech into his ears, “Pity? Hell, no. It’s not what you’re thinking. Not at all. Eddie lied to you. That’s why I’m here, we need… we need to talk. There’s so much I need to say to you.”

“Like what?” Bucky whispers, heart jumping inside his chest. The fucker lied to him? Does that mean…

“Like I love you.” You burst out, punching the air out of his lungs, “Like I fucking fell in love with you and now you’re thinking I don’t, and I can’t wait another second to tell you everything I’m feeling.”

“What?” He checks, once again in barely a whisper, once again not trusting his ears.

“I love you, ok? I love you, Bucky.” You repeat, trying to speak with a calmer tone, but uneasiness still sweeps into your words.

Silence settles on his comms. No more words from you or from the snooping couple he knows is still there, listening to everything, as well. All he can listen to is his heart, frantically pounding against his chest.

“Meet you at the safe house?” You tentatively ask after a long moment of stillness.

That’s the precise moment the door in front of Bucky opens and he meets with a room full of armed assholes.

“I’ll be there in 15.” He states firmly, pointing his gun ahead.

In precisely seven minutes he has almost the entire room on the floor. He’s about to break the last man standing’s arm when Nat and Steve come running into the room.

“Fucking hell,” Nat exclaims, taking in the place.

“We’ll take it from here, now you go to that goddamn safe house,” Steve says with a teary beam – the big softie - and points to the way out.

Like hell Bucky would waste another second.

~~~

He’s been inside the place for several minutes already, which seems like an eternity, legs quivering while he sits on the first dusted armchair he’s seen, he’s biting on his nails when he hears the knock on the door.

Not two seconds and he has the door opened, meeting with the sight of you. Panting and disheveled and perfect. And he freezes. Not one muscle inside him moves. Except for his stupid mouth.

“You love me,” he says, spontaneously, the words mindlessly coming out of his lips like in a dream.

You’re visibly taken aback at the line as you gasp and your eyes widen a fraction.

Shit… What the hell is wrong with him? He swiftly clears his throat, “Ahm, hi,” he manages to say, praying that somehow, he could erase that first sentence.

“Hi,” you answer, still clearly nervous, fidgeting with your fingers, but not taking your anxious eyes away from him, until you take in a harsh breath, “Yes, yes, I love you,” you burst out, while you suddenly step inside the place, walking past him, “I’ve been so stupid, but I was confused,” you drop your purse on the floor and, gesticulating and shaking your head, continue, “I-I thought I wasn’t sure about you, and then I was afraid I was gonna hurt you, but ended up hurting you anyway. God, I wanna kill Eddie, but no, I’m not here to talk about him,” you pace around, your trembling hands all over the place.

While you keep your rumbling confession, you miss Bucky slowly making his way to you.

“I’m here to talk about us, I mean… if you still feel how you told me you felt, I mean… after what Eddie told you, I don’t know if you still feel the same way, but I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I had work to do, and I forgot my stupid phone, I-”

You sulk in a breath when Bucky is right in front of you. Staring intently into your eyes. You inhale some needed air, slowly, “I love you,” you say again, “I had no idea things would go this way, I didn’t even know that love could feel like this, so…” you search for the word taking another breath, “so damn wonderful. But it does, and I love you, I do. So much. I had a whole speech prepared, but that’s it. I love you.” You shrug.

Still unable to move a muscle or utter a word, Bucky keeps staring at you, like he’s in some sort of trance.

“Ahm…” You gulp, “Don’t you wanna maybe, ahm, say something?” Your voice falters, before you bite your lower lip, as if it’s getting hard for you to breathe.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky finally speaks, and, with the word choice, he can see the smile that threatens to curl your lips, but just don’t get through because you’re still clearly too nervous to allow yourself to smile, “I love hearing you talk.” He steps closer, seriousness all over his voice, “I could listen to you all day, all my life, but right now, I really want to kiss you, ok?”

That smile fully curls your lips now and Bucky smiles, too, but it’s short lived and replaced by a “humpf” as you jump on him and crash your lips on his.

He catches you and the craving you two feel for each other are expressed in the urgency of the kiss. Fingers grasp his locks. While you pull him by the neck, he pulls you by the waist, fireworks on his brain and his guts, pure longing for the proximity of his girl. His love.

Having you like that, kissing you, holding you, knowing how you feel about him is dazzling, mind-blowing, his senses falter and next thing he knows he’s sitting on the armchair with you across his lap.

Smiles surge through the kiss before you part from his lips, only to pepper kisses all over his face… neck… lips again, “I love you, I love you,” you repeat like a mantra between kisses, holding him with a strength he didn’t even know you possessed.

“God… sweetheart… I love you. You have no idea how much. You can never hurt me, don’t ever say that again. I love you,” he breathes, you thinking that you had hurt doesn’t go unnoticed by him, if only you could see how his poor heart is melting inside his chest with all the love he’s feeling and receiving from you.

His breath hitches when your teeth graze his neck, “I missed you…” You whisper, your voice becoming dangerously low while your hand wanders through his thigh, “And I missed this.” Your hand meets his crotch, caressing the bulge forming there, making Bucky’s brain short-circuit, “You’re so gonna love make up sex… I believe I have a lot of making up to do with Little Bucky.” You bite his earlobe, putting a bit of more friction over his bulge.

“Fuck… shit…” Bucky curses, “I want it so damn much, sweetheart, you have no idea how much, but, ahm…” He clears his throat, “Not in front of the baby.”

You lean back and frown at him, “Huh?”

Bucky wiggles his eyebrows and nods behind you.

You follow his gaze and there is Alpine. Seated on the carpet. Staring up at them, in all her confident and glorious demeanor.

“Oh.” You swiftly remove your hands from his pants. Suppressing a laugh in your lips, you turn to Bucky again, “What is Alpine doing here in the safe house from your very Avengey mission?”

“Yeah…” Bucky tickles his tongue before tightening his lips, holding you on his lap by your waist, “You know… she just can’t leave my side anymore. “

“Of course,” you put on a mocking frowning expression, nodding your head, “She is the one who can’t leave your side, yeah…” You chuckle.

He’s got a guilty smile on his lips, but before he can offer you a comeback, a meow catches your attention before Alpine jumps on your lap.

Bucky feels the tension on your body by the surprise as you stare down at the white cat.

“Bucky… Bucky…” you barely whisper, not moving your body in the slightest, while Alpine sniffs your hand before curling down comfortably on your lap.

“Oh my God,” You breathe and aim a disbelieved, yet incredibly satisfied smile at Bucky, still not moving a muscle as if you would break the spell if you did.

“I told her she would love you,” Bucky shrugs, feeling no surprise at all. He removes the arm from around your belly to allow Alpine to accommodate herself better.

“Aww, Bucky,” you coo, looking down and scratching behind Alpine’s ear, whose eyes shut at the petting, “You’re one protective little girl, aren’t you?” You address her, before turning to Bucky again, “I bet she knows I’m sure about you now, and there’s nothing she needs to worry about.”

“Is that so?” Bucky grins.

“That's so.” You nod, leaning over to place a kiss on his cheek, “Although, I gotta be honest…” You say, leaning back, with a smirk, “I thought it would be harder to win you over now.”

“Sweetheart…” Bucky puffs with a scorning expression, shaking his head, “The sooner you learn this the better: I’m a sucker for you.”

Your smile widens and you lean in to kiss him, but something catches your eyes behind his shoulder, “Ahm… is that my perfume?” You frown at the familiar bottle peeking out of his backpack thrown on the floor behind him.

Bucky doesn’t even look behind him, knowing he’s just been caught while you look back at him with amusement growing in your expression.

“Bucky Barnes, did you buy my perfume?” You ask with a gleeful voice.

Well, he better might as well use his armory, too, and, using the same tone of yours, he asks, “Is my name on your phone “Bucky Soft Tongue Barnes?”

You gasp, “How do you…” you start to ask, but doesn’t need to finish as you squint, “Nat…” You say in defeat.

Bucky laughs, while absentmindedly running a hand over Alpine’s back on your lap. “Face it. We’re a couple of creeps, sweetheart.”

You smile sweetly at him, “Yeah… But you’re my creep.” You lean over and peck his lips.

The sound of the door being burst open makes you yelp and almost fall from Bucky’s lap. He catches you steadily, while you hold Alpine protectively.

“Hello, lovebirds.” Nat has a smug smile on her face.

“Jesus, when will this ever stop?” Bucky glares at her, while you try to recover your breath.

“This is getting ridiculous,” you add, not bothered to leave your position on Bucky’s lap.

“Are they decent?” Steve’s voice is heard from the outside.

“Physically, yes. Morally? Never.” Nat answers, her smirk widening while she walks inside.

Steve then comes behind her, with a proud and excited smile on his lips.

“I knew this thing would work out,” Nat says, finger waving between you two.

You and Bucky look at each other and scoff, before you turn to her, “No, you didn’t. You were fucking terrified.”

Like a perfect eight-year-old and not the greatest spy on earth, Nat crosses her arms and, squinting, shows off her tongue at you.

And that’s when Alpine, still in your arms after the scare Nat gave you, hisses at her in her very peculiar and protective way. While Nat raises an eyebrow at her, your jaw drops and you exchange excited looks with Bucky before you smugly pet the cat’s head and tell her what a good girl she is.

Bucky decides, right then and there, having his two girls in his arms, that he’s the happiest bastard on the planet.

~~~

He is the one who knocks on the door while he holds your hand tightly. Bucky looks at you and smiles. When you look and smile back at him, he wonders if his heart would ever stop altogether at that sight, cause it sure feels like it every single time.

“Hey, oh-“ Eddie gulps down his words when he sees you at his door along with Bucky.

He obviously wasn’t expecting Bucky to be there, too, and it brings a smirk to Bucky’s lips, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Can I get my stuff now?” You ask and the sheer disdain in your voice could be enough to make Bucky hard right then and there, but he focuses on the glare on his face at the stupid short asshole in front of him.

Eddie’s gaze lifts from the joined hands before he looks at you and nods, an astonished expression on his face.

The scowl on your expression eases when you look back at Bucky with a smile, “Wait for me?”

“Sure sweetheart, call my name if you need me.” He smiles back before you lean in and peck his lips in front of Eddie.

Oh… his mischievous girl.

Without sparing one glance at the man on the other side of the door, you walk past him towards your former bedroom.

At the very same second Eddie makes a move to go after you, his shoulder is swiftly pushed against the doorframe by a metal hand.

“I know for a fact I can smash your head using only one of these,” Bucky waves his metal fingers in front of Eddie’s face, “That’s the reason why I haven’t laid them on you, yet, cause you know… I’m a good guy and stuff…but I’m willing to forget all about that and do it anyway if you take another step towards her,” Bucky threatens through his clenched teeth, “Am I clear?”

“Y-yes,” Eddie stammers, widen eyes on the metal hand.

“Now you go and sit on that pretty couch… which I know quite well, by the way,” a wicked smirk curls his lips, before the deadly glare shifts Bucky’s face again “And you wait there until we leave.”

When Bucky lets go of Eddie’s shoulder, the guy rushes to the sofa and stays there. Completely quiet and still, avoiding Bucky’s unyielding stare on him.

Minutes after, Bucky catches your packed bags for you and you walk away hand in hand without looking back.

~~~

As he takes quick steps to his place, Bucky can’t believe he’s finally going to see you again. Ever since you two finally set things up, work has been a complete bitch. He’s been called to another emergency mission, from which he has returned this morning, but then has been stuck in a conference room ever since. Fucking Nick Fury…As for you, you also had to work on the reports of your mission with Thor, and not even by phone you two have been able to talk much.

To be honest, it’s been only a couple of days, but now that he knows you love him back, he can’t wait to have you in his arms… and in some other parts of his body that’s been aching for you, too.

Thank God for Tony Stark, who just couldn’t cope with you staying at a hotel and, in a matter of hours, there was an apartment in the Tower waiting for you. Now that he’s only a few floors away, he plans on taking a quick shower and running straight to you.

His pace halts once he’s at his door. He frowns. Something’s out of place. Positioning his flesh hand over the gun on his thigh holster, he slowly turns down the knob of his door.

“Please, don’t shoot me.”

The sweetest of sounds, the sound of your voice makes him let out a relieved sigh right before a smile crosses his lips. He moves his hand away from his gun to open the door fully. The sight he catches when he does, takes his breath away all over again.

The lights are dim, only scented candles illuminate the place while rose petals pave the way from the door. There’s a small round table right there in the adjacent dining room, set with fine dishes and glasses and decorated with a crystal vase and fresh flowers.

Beautiful.

But not as beautiful as you. Standing there in his living room, wearing a short lace black dress with thin shoulder straps and a V-neck that makes his mouth water. You won’t be wearing that much longer, that much he knows as his pants become tighter.

He doesn’t realize for how long he’s been staring at you, until you move your gaze away for a second, biting your lips and scratching the back of your ear, “Hi,” you whisper and Bucky can see your shoulders getting a bit tense, “Welcome to our first date.” You give him a cringing smile and lift your arms, gesturing for him to see around the place, “Hope it’s not too much, though… I did spend a few hours fixing this up, Alpine was a doll and has been here keeping me company until she got bored and went to take a nap, I guess. I did not have time to cook but Tony offered his personal chef services and all we need is to call-”

After a few long steps he shuts your sweet nervous rambling by pressing his lips on yours. He pours all his love into the gesture and hopes he can erase whatever vestige of doubt and insecurity in that pretty mind of yours.

“I was dying to see you, sweetheart,” he says, breathing hard, just as you do, when he parts away, keeping both his hands on your cheeks, while you circle your arms around his waist. “This is… “ He looks around, “Incredible… You… shit… you look fucking sexy.” He groans, giving your body a once over, which makes you chuckle, “I’m only sorry you beat me to plan our first date. I should be the one to make all of this for you,” he says, tenderly brushing his thumbs on your cheeks.

You smile at him and tilt your head to place a kiss on his hand while one of yours starts drifting down his chest, “I’m still in debt with Little Bucky, aren’t I?” You wink at him while your wandering hand cups his cock through his pants, making him suck in a harsh breath, “And from now on I’m going to romance the shit out of you.” Your smile turns into a mischievous smirk.

“Shit,” Bucky breathes. Smiling, he leans over and captures your lips again. Not so gentle this time, since your cheeky words and your touch only makes the fire in him burn even hotter.

His hand drops from your face to your waist and he pulls you to him before he adventures down your ass, grabbing a handful of it through your dress, which makes you whimper through the kiss.

God, he loves the little sounds you produce when he touches you like that and he’s determined to coax a bit more out of you when he dips his hand under the hem of your dress and grabs your ass without the fabric’s barrier. But he’s the one to make a strangle sound to find out you’re wearing nothing underneath it.

“Fuck.” He parts from your lips only to ravish your neck, “Can the food wait a little, sweetheart?”

“Fuck yeah… please.” You pant, still brushing your hand on his aching cock.

He drags his lips to yours again, making the kiss deep and sloppy, savoring the feel of your tongue on his, the sweet taste of your mouth. You hike up your thigh around his waist, and his hand moves from your ass to between your legs. You moan through his lips and he groans to find you wet and ready for him.

His naughty, naughty girl.

“Honey…” He breaks the kiss but keeps his finger drawing little circles on your lips, watching closely while your swollen lips part and your eyes flutter. “I promise I’m gonna take my time and properly savor you throughout this whole night, but right now?” He pants and shoves a finger inside your damp cunt, “I just can’t take any longer, I need to have you. I want you so badly, do you want me, too?” He coos, curling his fingers on the point that always makes you yelp, gaining the aimed reaction from it.

“Fuck…” You curl your arms around his neck and lean over to whisper on his ear, “Always, baby. Always… I want you to rail me.” You grind your hips on his hand, like you’re desperately trying to get off solely from that.

“Dear God, I fucking love you.” Bucky bites the crook of your neck, but removes his finger from your pussy to grab your ass again. When he makes you come for the first time that night is going to be with his cock deep inside you, not his finger.

Breathing hard, you lean back and drop your leg. You quickly start working on his uniform. Not long after, you let out a frustrated groan. “Who the hell makes those?” You frown, fumbling with the complicated stripes.

“No time to deal with that right now,” Bucky states, and with ease, he handles you, ruthlessly, just like the way he knows you love, until he has you seated on the big and fluffy armrest of his couch.

He twists your legs to the side over the cushions, “Let me see that pretty pussy,” Bucky pants, voice thick with desire, lifting your dress just enough to give him the view and the access, “Shit…” he curses under his breath when he catches an eye of your glistening folds.

While he keeps himself on his feet, he works on his belt and zipper with one hand and holds your hips with the other. He absolutely loves the way you’re looking up at him, with that gaze of yours of sheer anticipation, lust and satisfaction he always saw in your eyes, but now, there’s something more. Something else… love. Hell, if that doesn’t make him even harder for you.

“You make me so fucking hard, sweetheart,” Bucky pulls his aching cock away from his confines and without waiting another second, he bends his knees a bit to align with your position and enters you.

“Holy shit,” you both gasp in unison.

At the comforting feeling of your warm and tight cunt - fucking finally - Bucky just holds back and, encouraged by the sweet begs coming from your lips, he supports one of his knees on the cushions, holds your hips still and starts fucking you. Right there, over the armrest of his couch, you both fully clothed, but desperate for each other.

You feel so damn good around his cock, and so damn beautiful with your cheek sunk deep on the sofa, your hands holding yourself on where you can, eyes closed and lips parted, sweet and filthy sounds coming out of you.

Bucky feels his core tighter and tighter and he knows he’s not gonna last long. He’s been waiting for this for so long, so desperately. He loves you so much. He wants you so much.

He tells you that, while he shoves his cock relentlessly inside you and leans down, not resisting to pull one stripe of your dress to expose one of your breasts to him. You cry out when he grabs the soft flesh. His hand moving in the same rhythm of his hips. Hard and deep.

“Holy fuck, baby, I’m gonna come,” you announce and, as soon as you open your eyes and your gaze meets his, your cunt squeezes his cock and you cry out. Not moving your hooded eyes away from his while you soak his cock with your climax.

Bucky is done for. If there had been any doubt of how much he’s a sucker for you, now it would be completely vanished. But, in fact, there hasn’t been any doubt about that in him for a really long time.

Having held himself back for a while now, the look on your face and you calling him “baby” are enough to make his pace become erratic and drive him to his own release. He moans and pants through the explosion of ecstasy, shoving his hips a few more times in you and filling you up with spurs of his pleasure.

You’re still fighting to breathe when Bucky leans over and crashes his mouth on yours, giving you a bruising kiss before sliding out of you and dropping his body on the couch next to you, not without pulling you with him.

He places you on his laps and you straddle his hips. You hold him, sinking your head on his neck, breathing him in. Your body shakes with the aftershocks of the pleasure you have just shared. The best orgasm he’s ever given you, the first one after you acknowledged and shared your feelings. Feels different… better… How you missed this… missed him…

“Enjoying our first date so far?” You ask, the sound of your voice coming out raspy and still breathless.

“Couldn’t be better,” he speaks, his hot breath fanning the skin of your neck.

You hold him even tighter and then giggle when you feel the wet touch of his tongue right there on the sweet spot between your shoulder and neck. You turn with the intention to kiss him and that’s when you realize he’s still in his mission uniform and you feel the fabric of your dress clinging to your skin, sticky with sweat.

You smile at him and brush your lips on his before getting up and, pulling him by the hand, you guide him to his bathroom.

This time he helps you with the strips of his gear and takes off your dress, before you two step into the shower. Nothing sexual happens, but that shared shower it’s one of the most intimate moments of your life. You leather him and he washes your hair. You play splashing water on him, and he kisses you. You hold him and he tells you he loves you.

After the shower you should’ve come back to the dining room and ordered your food, but he takes you to his bed instead.

You get between his legs and suck his cock, slowly, reverently, peppering sweet and small kisses all over it until you swallow his pleasure. He kisses and licks and bites every little inch of you, savoring you like he promised he would. He makes you come with his tongue right before he enters you again. Forehead to forehead, breath to breath, skin to skin.

“I love you” is whispered repeatedly between harsh breaths and long and deep thrusts. His hands and lips on your skin. Your teeth on his. With his cock in your cunt and his finger on your clit he begs to see you come, to squeeze and soak his cock and, after you do, completely out of breath, he reaches his climax, too. Like he always does, he finds pleasure by giving you yours.

Your man. Your love. Your Bucky.

He stays beside you while he kisses you, neither of you willing to break the connection, yet.

When he looks down on you, there’s something of mischief on his loving gaze and on the beautiful smile on his lips, “So…Little Y/N missed me, too, huh?”

Your eyes widen for a second and you choke on your laugh, “No.” You shake your head while he laughs, “Don’t even start. Absolutely not… But goddammit, you’re cute,” you pull him to give him a smooch on his lips and then on his nose, “Now...” you say, while he keeps the adoring gaze down on you, “I love you so much. But can we move forward with our first date and eat something?” You cringe, “I’m starving and it’s all your fault. And Little Bucky’s.” You quickly add.

His head falls back and his nose scrunches in that adorable way of his while he laughs, “Alright, let’s go… but first,” he stops you with his lips on yours when you excitedly try to get up.

The kiss is long and soft and everything you’ve ever dreamed of. The hell with food, you’re pretty sure everything you need is right there, on top of you, kissing you and loving you like that, making your heart flutter and turning your legs into jelly.

You almost whine when he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on yours, “You know,” he whispers, “I found out that it’s not just my buddy down there who has a strict preference,” he smiles cheekily, and you can’t help but smile, too, before he puts on some playful and exaggerated drama on his voice, “Turns out, my poor old fragile heart has it, too, and I’m gonna need you to take good care of it.” He brings your hand over his chest, “Do we have a deal?”

Your smile grows even bigger, filled with love, before you give him your answer.

“Always.”

THE END.

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A/N 2: There it is, guys, this was my attempt at writing some light and fun rom-com. I really hope some of you have enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It feels like I say this every time I finish a story, but I had so much fun writing it, this might be my favorite story so far. It’s definitely my favorite Bucky and I can’t part from him. That’s why I have a few oneshots planned so we can get a glimpse of their sexy adventures throughout their relationship, things that might’ve taken place during their deal, but also after what we’ve seen here in the main story.

I can’t thank you enough for the incredible support I’ve received for this story, I feel so fortunate for having such amazing readers, who I consider as a very important part of my life. I tried to engage and interact with most of you, sorry if I ended up missing a few responses. I do read and reread the comments and asks often, though. You make my days brighter. Thank you. Love you.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fanfiction #it's a deal

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yeosanggotaponytail · 3 years ago

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Secret Letter pt 1. //Reddie

In which Eddie receives mysterious letters on Valentine’s day:)

Eddie had always been bullied at school, so when a faint pink letter slipped out of his locker, he was taken aback. Valentine's Day had arrived, and couples could be seen everywhere, pink hearts plastered on every closet. Eddie has always hated this holiday, saying if two people loved each other, they shouldn’t just show it that day. Of course, his friends were exceptions to this. He was especially glad that they were all happy now. "Bowers must be having fun." He closed his closet with a sigh, tucked the letter in his bag, and left school with Stan, his best friend.

They met Bill and Richie outside, who had been acting suspiciously all day. "What about you, Rich? I haven't heard a single joke today about my mum. " Eddie laughed as Richie adjusted his glasses in confusion. " As a matter of fact, dear Eddie Spaghetti, I've been considering asking out your mother all day; I don't have time for jokes. " He shook his head. "Where's B-b-bev?" Bill asked, as he got on his bike. "They left with Ben first. I suppose they are in the bunker, so I wouldn’t go there. " Stan said his face flushed slightly as he looked at Bill.

“Guys I got a love letter tho. I guess it’s from Bowers, so let’s read it.” Eddie said cheerfully and opened his bag to search for the letter. Bill and Stan stood beside him, trying to look for the letter too. “I don’t think we should.” they heard from Richies direction. “How long have you been concerned about what we shouldn’t do?” Stan asked while laughing. “What if it’s serious? Would you make fun of the only bitch that Eddie gets? What if it’s just ‘Suck my balls’ with terrible grammar. It might trigger him so much that he calls the...” he was cut off by Eddie. “For fucks sake Richie I won’t read it just shut up.” he rolled his eyes and closed his bag. He is gonna read it when he is home. “We s-s-should hang out at t-t-the lake... you know with the b-b-big ass cliff.” Bill suggested. “I can’t. I gotta go home before my mom notices that I’m late. She really learned my schedule to know when I should arrive.” Eddie sighed as he got on his bike. “Bye Eddie.” They said in unison, and waved. Eddie looked back over his shoulder and smiled. He was so glad that he had friends, he would never admit it but he loved them so much.

He took his secret route to avoid Bowers and his shitty friends, he biked past the Neibolt street house. This house always gave him the chills, It was perfect for a horror movie shooting. When he got home, he greeted his mom and quickly ran upstairs to his room. He breathed heavily so he used his inhalator. When he normalized his breathing, he opened his bag and tried to find the letter again. He pulled out the pink letter and opened it. It obviously had a feminine scent on it, but from the handwriting he knew that it was from a boy. Fucking Bowers... He started reading it, highly concentrating. It wasn’t long, but it sure made Eddie blush harder than ever.

“I was already holding my breath when we first met, so I thought I'd ask for your inhaler. Since then, I've gotten to know you, and seeing your smile brightens my day. It's even worth going into this shitty place because of you. I've only fallen more in love with you over the years. Your soft hair, beautiful eyes, and rosey cheeks drive me insane. I adore everything about you, including your slight paranoia and the interesting facts you always share with us. I want to hold your hand, hug you tightly, and, most importantly, kiss you. I didn't want you to hate me after I confessed, so I'm writing you this letter to express my feelings for you. I wish I could say this to you; I love you

Your secret admirer”

Eddie was sure that one of his friends wrote this, since they were the only ones talking to him. But who could it be? Stan likes Bill, Bev and Ben are in a relationship, so this leads to three options: Mike, Bill, and trashmouth.

"Nah, Bill likes Bev." He sat back on his bed and stared at the ceiling. So it's just Mike and Rich. I can't imagine Richie talking like that. I mean, yeah, I do like him, but he always makes fun of me and he is kind of homophobic too... But Mike is straight too, I’m sure of that. Then maybe it’s not my friend... I have to find this out.

It was his first love letter, and even though he didn’t know who wrote it, he put it under his pillow and fell asleep smiling.

#reddie #stanbrough #it #stephenkingit #reddiefluff #reddie fanfiction #richie x eddie #it 2019 #it chapter 2

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chuuyas--boo · 3 years ago

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BIRTHDAY FIC FOR MY BEANNNNN

(short ish?)

An: I APOLOGIZE IF I SLAUGHTER ANYONE'S PERSONALITY ESPECIALLY LUCIAN'S @onesheart101

"Rileyyy~! Wake upp!" Lucian said in a sing-song voice, gently shaking the ginger. Riley blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the light and sat up, looking at the fluffy, white haired boy who was smiling, showing his little fangs. "Happy birthday~!" Riley tilted her head, her ginger hair messy from sleep and hadn't been brushed yet, fell into her face. "Birthday..?" "Did you forget?!" Riley hesitated and nodded. "I never really knew when it was..." "ahh! Don't worry about it!" Lucian grabbed her hands and led her out of the room.

Riley ran her hand through her hair, smoothing it out the best she could without brushing it and looked at Lucian. "What're we-"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY~!" Eddie and George cheered in unison as they both jumped out from behind furniture.

"Yooo! Happy birthday!" Carl chirped, jumping up as well, Eddie shot him a glance as the three boys ran over to Riley and hugged her.

Riley stood between the four; Lucian, Eddie, George and Carl, blushing heavily from embarrassment, surprised anyone would've remembered.

"Wait... where's Al? Do you know where he is?" Riley asked, eyes gleaming with concern.

"Nopeeee!"

"Nu-uh!"

George giggled when Riley's face turned bright red, as hands gently grabbed her waist. "A-Albert!"

Tears started to well in her eyes, not because she was sad, infact it was quite the opposite, she was extremely happy.

"H-hey! What the hell're you crying for? You're gonna ruin the day before we've even done anything if you start crying idiot!"

Riley turned and hugged Albert, who in turn blushed heavily.

"Crying? Hey what's wrong?!"

"Did we do something wrong...?"

"N-no! Ahh, sorry.. It's just I've never had my birthday celebrated before..and didn't expect anyone to remember."

Albert gently wiped the tears running down Riley's cheek and hugged her tightly.

"Shoo! We've gotta decorate!!"

Riley glanced at Lucian and giggled quietly, then went to go change. She changed into a white dress, and brushed out her hair.

❀

Each of the Bros and Lucian took turns doing things with Riley.

Carl played video games with her, George played murder with her, she, Eddie and Lucian had gone outside and ran around and played in the yard, Albert played piano for her,...and now she sat wearing a flower crown in the yard, watching the dogs.

"I haven't seen Henry at all today, that's weird...whatever!" She giggled to herself, knowing Henry had left her, and everyone else alone all day.

Suddenly a darker thought crossed her mind. She hadn't seen any of her family, of course they were dead, but the thought still bothered her.

"Riley...you scared me...it hurt... why'd you do that? It hurt a lot... why'd you kill Lexi and momma, and daddy too...?"

Tears started running down her cheeks, and she started shaking violently, sobbing.

"S-SHUT UP! I HAD TO! THEY WERE GONNA–...I had to..." Riley's voice shook as she spoke, not to anyone in particular, there wasn't actually anyone there.

"You didn't have to do it...Momma could've just stayed in jail, you didn't have to kill Lexi or daddy either...so why'd you do it?"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I HAD TO! I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE!" Riley's hands slowly balled into fists, holding the skirt of her dress in her fists.

"You always have a choice Riley."

"No I don't...they needed to die by my hands, not anyone else's. I had to be the one to do it... or else it would've hurt them more..." Riley's gaze fixed on a pale, ghostly figure deeper in the forest and her heart sank, it was Jack. She'd seen him...or his ghost at least before, but it seemed different, he seemed angry.

"Anyway...Happy birthday." The pale figure slowly faded out of view

"WAIT NO! JACK–" It was too late, the ghostly figure was gone. "god I'm so horrible and stupid..."

"Rileyyy~!.... Riley!"

Riley glanced back to the house, and noticed George standing at the door, wiping her face, she ran back towards the house, the dogs followed her.

"We need y– Heyyy! Why were you crying? Who were you yelling at?

Noticing the resemblance between George and her dead brother, Riley stood there silent, the resemblance was sickening, she loved them but they looked a little too similar.

"I wasn't crying..don't worry about it."

George looked up at her, blue eyes shining with worry but he grabbed her hand "Close your eyes!" Riley sighed, closing her eyes and then the two of them went inside.

"Don't peakkkk!"

"I'm not!"

Riley could hear Eddie's giggle, the one she'd heard so many times before, Eddie whispered something but Riley couldn't make it out, but she heard Albert's name and assumed Eddie was talking to his older brother.

"Open your eyes!"

Riley hesitated for a moment before slowly opening her eyes, once she did she gasped.

"Y-you guys– You guys didn't have to do all this!"

"Tch...Yes we did! It's your birthday, idiot!"

Riley still looked shocked, the entire bottom floor was decorated.

Lucian ran downstairs, carrying a box with holes in it.

Riley choked on her emotions, unable to speak.

Albert walked over to her, using up all his confidence, picked her up and held her close to his chest.

Riley's face flushed deep red as Albert held her.

"Heyyy! Put her downnn! We gotta hug her!"

Albert glanced at George and just rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath and then missed Riley on the cheek. Riley's face turned a darker shade of red and she shut her eyes, flustered.

Letting out a small huff, Albert put Riley down, everyone else ran over and hugged her, Lucian handed her the box, which shook a little.

"You did not...I- no...YOU GUYS DIDN'T, DID YOU?!"

"Hehe~! Open it and find out!"

Riley sat on the floor, with the box on her lap and carefully untied the ribbon, took the top off and gasped. There was a white puppy in the box with a blue ribbon loosely tied around its neck in a bow. Riley grabbed the puppy and hugged it, tears started to slowly toll down her face again, but she wasn't sad anymore.

Unable to speak, Riley say there, hugging the puppy, who licked her.

"I– I don't know what to say...THANK YOUUU!"

The brothers giggled, Albert looked at her fondly. "I'm glad she's happy..."

"I guess you like it huh~?"

Riley nodded. "Hehe~ Good! Marigold and I picked her well then!" Lucian looked proud of himself while Eddie nervously fiddled with his scarf.

Shanon came into the room, looking at Riley worriedly, she had heard Riley yelling outside, but was relieved to see the girl smiling.

"We have some more gifts for you dear!"

Riley looked up at Shanon, shocked. "R-really?!"

"Yep yep! Lots of em!"

❀

The rest of the day felt like a dream, Riley had finally had a proper birthday.

#Oc: Riley Morgan #Edward Mason #Carl Mason #George Mason #Albert Mason #Friends oc; Lucian Williams

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har-rison-s · 5 years ago

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heaven: 16

nothing lasts forever

request/plot: Stan x Reader where they were together back in Derry and kind of forgot about each other after moving away but they always had a void in their lives. And then when Stan is just about to do it after Mikes call his phone rings and it’s you and you’re crying after just getting off the phone with Mike to come to Derry. You both end up going back and seeing each other at the restaurant and you guys just catch up after all these years that passed and old feelings come back.

A/N: Hi! Part sixteen already. Whew, last one was quite long, wasn’t it? It’s one of my best works ever, I think. Has me feeling so many emotions, and quite strongly, idk. Welp, here goes one of the last chapters. I still haven’t decided how many more chapters there will be, but I just know this Heaven is nearing its end. I hope you all like how this turns out. I’m still a bit conflicted between a few characters and plot points of the ending, like I have a few versions of the ending in mind, and I wanna execute all and none of them at the same time. If I decide on this one ending that’s the most strong out of all of them, I hope y’all won’t kill me. I just finished rewatching the 1990 mini-series. Damn, that’s messy. The dialogues, the special effects… Don’t even get me started on the acting. Anyways, happy quarantine reading! Love you lots <3

warnings: long as always hahahah, wounds, blood, food, nothing else

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“Could we have six menus and a first-aid kit?” Richie Tozier asks the young waitress who has approached their miserable-looking table. Her eyebrows raise and she scans the eight adults to see why they would need a first aid kit—not that it’s any of her business—and she screams, coming across Eddie’s bleeding side. The Losers flinch at the high pitch of her scream.

“You need to get to the hospital!” She says, tears streaming down her face. Now this one’s quite emotional for six o’clock in the morning, the Losers think in unison and exchange looks between themselves, finding it imposible to say any words at the current moment.

“I promise, he’s fine.” Richie tells the girl, looking at her through his thick glasses.

“It’s just a scratch.” Eddie says non-chalantly, and the waitress thinks to herself that these really are a bunch of crazy people, as she presumed when they walked inside the diner. “Besides, I’m a doctor. Could you please bring the menus and a.... uh, a first-aid kit?” He squints and tries his best at a smile at the crying waitress.

She gathers herself, wipes her tears and smiles as wide as up to her ears. “Right away.” She says in a squeaky voice and leaves their table. The Losers exchange looks between themselves once again, overwhelmed by the events of the night and by the heavily emotional waitress that they have to deal with. They huddle closer together to one another in their red-and-white leather seated booth.

The place smells of freshly cooked food, coffee and cigarettes. Oh, they’ll all definitely have coffee. A mood and energy booster, that’s for sure, that’s what they need. Though none of them are sure they even have such a thing as a ‘mood’, or ever will. This morning they’re certainly not in any kind of mood. To be completely honest, the Losers feel quite hollow. They feel completed, and they feel a lot of love and pride, but they feel empty inside, as if there’s a hole in their chests and it keeps getting more hollow.

Stanley’s head rests on Y/N’s shoulder, his hair fallen against her delicate neck. She runs her fingers slowly through his semi-dry curls. Only the roots have dried, and slowly the draught moves further through his jet black strands, taking its time. Stanley places his hand over Y/N’s in his lap, their fingers intertwining seconds after. She lays a kiss on his forehead, and he closes his eyes. You can be at peace.

Y/N looks onto Eddie and Richie, both anxiously waiting for that requested first-aid kit. But they look more peaceful than ever before and Y/N thinks, they all must look that way. Richie’s arm has fallen with natural force around Eddie’s shoulders, and Eddie holds that slack hand in his own, creating a lock of security around himself. Richie’s other hand is drumming against the marbled surface of the table, and he looks at Bev and Ben across the table.

They’re talking to themselves abotu something so quietly that no one can hear them. Their foreheads are pressed together and they’re playing with each other’s hands softly, playfully. Bev’s crimson locks touch Ben’s cheek ever so softly and he closes his eyes. January embers. He opens his eyes again and looks strongly into Bev’s. My heart burns there, too.

Bill tries not to watch them too strikingly. But it’s hard, his first supposed crush and love sitting at the other end of the table with his best friend, completely in their own world, completely in love. It’s hard for his heart, to be precise. His mind knows better. You know better, Bill, you have a wife that you love and, now that you think of it, looks a lot like Bev here. And Beverly’s happy. So are the rest of your friends. You’ll go home and you’ll be happy, too. Back home with Audra, her movies, your novels and their shitty endings.

Maybe I don’t want to go home, he finds himself thinking. And he’s a bit surprised by that thought. Hmm. What does that mean? Maybe I could live in Derry, spend the rest of my days here, watching as the town, hopefully, evolves, changes. Maybe he can live with Mike now. Bill looks over at his friend. Mike’s smiling, smiling for his friends and his own self, but he’s not looking at them. Mike is probably gonna stay, isn’t he? So what’s so bad about me staying here, and with him?

Actually Bill doesn’t even wanna think about going back what’s been, for the last thirteen years, considered home. The thought of it makes him sick, for some reason. Maybe he’s not yet ready to think about it all, think about the possibility of going back to England and telling Audra they’re moving to Derry. Yeah, she is not gonna like it at all. And he’s not gonna like that she won’t like it. The thought of it makes him sick, as already said.

“Here are your menus and the kit.” The waitress has returned, and she doesn’t look shabby anymore. She lays out the menus on the table with her delicate, seemingly teenage hands, and puts the first-aid kit on the table in front of Eddie.

“Thanks so much.” Eddie speaks his thanks the loudest, and the young girl leaves again. Eddie immediately opens the red box and searches for disinfectant and bandages. He finds a bottle of Equate antiseptic and hands it to Richie, continuing his search for cotton gauze and pads, assuming he won’t find plasters as big as he needs in here.

Richie unscrews the antiseptic and lifts up Eddie’s shirt. Jeez Louise, it’s a bloodbath. Eddie’s started to bleed onto the seat. Y/N sees their desperate situation and hands the box of tissues on the windowsill to Richie. But Richie gives them to Mike, so he can help clean the wound while Richie cleans it with wipes Eddie’s found in the box.

“You’re losing a shit ton of blood, dude, you feeling okay?” Richie asks Eddie, carefully cleaning the scrape in his side. Eddie winces here and there, and even draws back when it really stings.

“I’m fine.” Eddie replies in that same non-chalant voice he’s used for the past half hour. “It’s not that much, anyway.” Richie shakes his head at that statement. They’re almost done with cleaning the skin and wound. The blood still flows, though.

“We’re going to the hospital later.” Richie states in a soft, commanding voice. Eddie doesn’t really pay mind to Richie’s words, having trouble connecting to thoughts about the next five minutes. He’s gathered some bandages from all that he could find in the kit. Then Eddie looks down at his left side and groans.

“Looks like something took a bite out of me.” He states, looking at the obvious strike in his skin and a bit further than that. There’s other layers visible already, a darker red than his skin. Muscle, that is, and he can see some blood vessels too. Oh, dear God, he’s going to faint. The blood flow is not stopping.

“Be thankful it didn’t.” Richie reminds him. Eddie takes some medical wool and gives it to Richie. He puts it, as softly as he can, directly into the wound after it’s disinfected, to hopefully stop the blood drip for at least a while. Eddie winces, and his face scrunches so much he feels tears squirting out at the corners of his eyes. That is not a nice feeling at all.

Mike presses his hand on the wool to keep it there while Richie gets bandages from Eddie. He puts the biggest plasters at the top and bottom of the wound, securing the wool, and Mike lets go. Then Eddie adds more wool, puts tissues and bandages over it, and Richie helps him secure it all with gauze. Quite messy, but for the time until they’re in the hospital, this will have to last. Richie cleans up the blood around their make-shift work place and puts Eddie’s shirt back down. They throw the tissues in a trash can under their table—wow, they have that kind of thing here?—and lean against the sofa, both tired, more tired than before.

“No staph infections in our lifetime.” Richie states between yawns. The ones who were there, in the back alley where the two holy words were spoken first, laugh. But Mike and Bev only share looks of confusion. Richie lays a kiss atop of Eddie’s head and embraces him back in his arms. Now they have time to look at what the menu’s offering.

Y/N opens the menu in front of her and Stanley so they can both read it at once. Stanley sighs. “I don’t have my glasses.” He mewls. The words printed on the laminated paper are blurry to him, and he realises his obstacles are either back at the hotel or lost in the over-flown sewers or the underground lair. He blinks his eyes twice, but he still can’t read anything except for Derry Diner Menu, which are much larger and in bold.

Y/N tilts her head to rest on his. “Breakfast. Pancakes - ones with caramel, ones with chocolate, ones with bacon and cheese, ones with berries and fruit, ones with ice cream…” She reads out loud. “Country breakfast - ham, eggs, fries, baked beans. Eggs Benedict, Lobster Benedict, Irish Benedict, Eggs Florentine, waffles, steak & eggs.” She sighs. “Anything strike your fancy?”

Stanley shrugs. “Keep reading.” He says, and feels his eyelids and chest heavy. Her voice is so sweet and soothing. Y/N nods.

“Breakfast burrito, mac and cheese, mac and cheese with lobster,” she widens her eyes, “chili, chicken pot pie… turkey, roast beef sandwhiches… sea food, side orders…” she flips through the menu, which requires to move the arm that’s around Stanley. And she finds that his body is limp against hers. She worriedly looks down.

His breath passes through his slightly parted lips, his eyes are closed and his face is completely relaxed. He’s asleep. Y/N almost laughs into his face, but she turns away and suppresses her giggles. Her friends look at her. “He’s fallen asleep.” She tells them in a whisper, pointing down at Stanley. They nod and most of them smile. No wonder. They feel like doing the same, and they’re actually on the verge, if they weren’t concentrating on reading the menu and hoping for coffee soon.

Y/N stops her giggling fit and looks down at the menu again. What do I want, what do I want… “What are you guys gonna order?” She asks her friends.

“Probably pancakes.” Comes from Bev, who’s decided for both her and Ben.

“Us too.” Mike informs. “Bacon?” He asks.

“Berries.” Ben responds.

“We’re gonna get that country breakfast or whatever.” Richie says. “To get proper fat, you know, grow into Eddie’s mom.” He explains further and everyone giggles, even Eddie himself.

Y/N hums. “I’ve got no idea. I want everything, but it just won’t fit.” She states and Bill chuckles. “I know what to order for Stanley, but myself…”

“Take the same and stop working your brain.” Mike suggests. Y/N looks at him.

“It’s worked enough for the past hours.” Bill supports his argument. Her eyes shift to Bill, and then she looks down at the menu again, a smile on her face now.

“I guess it’s just that easy now.” She admits and closes the menu, putting it on the table instead. Making decisions really is that easy now. She leans back into the seat, Stanley’s body moving with hers. He gets more comfortable while sleeping, his face nuzzling into her neck, tickling her a bit, and his arms going around her, securing themselves together at her waist. Y/N smiles and hugs him back, resting her cheek on his curls. She closes her eyes.

“What will you have?” Bill asks her and she opens an eye to look at him, her own eyelids feeling sort of heavy now. “Before you join him.” He whispers, smiling. She smiles back.

“Love you, Bill.” She tells him sincerely. “Eggs Benedict for us both.” She says and Bill nods. “And coffee, too. Both black, but two sugars in Stanley’s.” She’s surprised herself that she still knows how he likes his coffee, or which breakfast option he’d always choose. It’s like it’s basic knowledge now, something that’s imprinted in her mind and feels like it’s been that way since she can remember. She closes her eyes again and lets her exhaustion take over. She wants to rest, just for a little bit, just lay with Stanley for a while.

She did join him in sleeping for a while. Bill wakes her up when the food and coffees have arrive, starting to tickle her, Ben doing the same to Stanley. The two adults jolt awake, eyes wide and confused, and make their friends laugh.

“Morning, sleepyheads.” Richie nods to them with a smile. Stanley nods right back and Y/N and he both right themselves, sitting up straight. Y/N moves her hair behind her ear and Stanley flattens his shirt. They look down at the fresh food in front of them, though their vision and look on their environement is still hazy from the good-as-hell nap they just woke up from.

“Bone, apple, tit, was it?” Richie suggests as a toast for the Losers’ diner breakfast. Everyone laughs once more, but they clink their coffee cups together, repeating Richie’s ridiculous words and they laugh again, harder this time. Languages have never been Richie’s strongest side.

They all drink coffee in unison and regain some amount energy at that, then delve into their steaming breakfast which fill their noses up to the maximum with utterly irresistible aromas. Richie, like the beast he is, devours half of his plate in the first few minutes while everyone else devours their food bit by bit. But everyone is so endorsed in eating that they don’t pay mind to their friends, for the time they’re eating they even forget they’re with their friends, lest someone else entirely. Food is very good right now. Heavenly, if you might.

When they’re done, they all slump into their seats, letting out groans of content and holding their bellies. “For a diner, that was really good.” Bill says. Y/N laughs. Bill, Eddie, Stanley, Ben—cross that, all of them, except herself and Mike, have grown used to dining at fancy restaurants where it costs to even reserve a table, grown used to making great mega-dishes at home for themselves. They’ve grown used to business events with crazy dinners and a wide range of appetisers. Champagne, wine, whiskey of the highest classes. So this is entirely out of their usual menu, and Bill is, of course, taking it like a snob. Hence Y/N laughed.

She and Mike have not lived the life their friends have. Not that it’s bad lives they’ve been living upto this point, just different, way different from most of the Losers Club. Y/N hasn’t become a famous writer, architect or fashion designer, neither has Mike. So for one, their daily routine differs, and two, their eating habits differ from their friends’. Diner food may be the lowest of them all, considered so by the highest class of society, but Y/N can safely admit that she likes diner food and doesn’t mind having it once in a while. And what can Mike have in this shithole town, anyway, other than make-believe restaurant meals, takeout and diners? Neither of them mind eating here now or any other time.

“I want more.” Y/N manages to croak out, and everyone laughs. “Anyone up for a sundae split?”

“Ugh, we’re really gonna get fat.” Eddie sighs.

“Haystack’s gonna have a come-back!” Richie announces and changes his face into an excited expression. But he still makes his friends laugh, including Ben himself. His laughter rumbles deep and low like a bear’s roar.

“I’ll have a sundae split with you, Y/N/N.” Beverly says, then. Y/N smiles at her.

“Anyone up for a Diet Coke and salad?” Mike asks now, and they all laugh again. Richie joins the girls for a sundae split, and the rest agree with Mike’s offer.

“Wait, wasn’t Y/N working in a diner for a while? In, like, high school?” Eddie asks now, as they wait for the waitress, and he looks at Y/N. She looks at him, tired and full from the eggs, but nods.

“I was.” She confirms. “Not this one, though, the one in the center of town.” She leans towards the table to sit proper and rests her elbows on the surface. She crosses her arms and puts her chin on top of them. “After Bowers and Cockstetter were… out of the picture, I had the freedom to work in the skirt the diner required me to.” She recalls. Those boys were always onto her and Beverly, while they were still alive, which made it hard for them to ever wear something remotely feminine. They always got some sort of cat-calls, and groping was the worst of what would come from them. “Jesus…”

“What scumbags they were.” Beverly joins in, also leaning against the table. She moves her hair out of her face, and looks to Y/N, but Ben’s worried gaze catches her eye instead. She turns to him. He only reaches for her hand with his own. I’m here now.

“You working in a diner was the best thing, Y/N.” Richie says, putting emphasis on ‘best’. She looks at him now and smiles, remembering how stoked they all were for free food and the food that she actually made. Mostly deserts. Stanley’s arm makes its way around her waist. She leans closer to him. “I mean, the birthday parties there were amazing. Nothing could top them.”

“Wow, Rich, even college and work parties?” Mike asks, and they both chuckle.

“You bet your fur, Mikey,” Richie says, patting his friend’s shoulder. He looks reminiscent for a second, his head hangs down, and then he tries to put it into words, “you know, I think—I think because childhood, and teenage years, were the best part of my life. I mean, I’m forty now, so I’m old enough to say shit like that, you know, but… It’s true. I know that I thought it then and I know it now—those were the best parties of my life.” He admits and looks around at his friends. “Because—because I was still young, and because it was the best childhood, I think, any kid could wish for. Even counting in all the shame, the fear, and IT. And because I was with you guys.”

A silence falls upon the Losers Club. But they smile at Richie, and at each other, realising that’s true. Those were the best years of their lives, and actually, taking the horrible parts, the best childhood any child could wish for. The best friends anyone could wish for to spend that childhood and those confusing, difficult teenage years with. Without each other, they wouldn’t be the same, and they wouldn’t be as strong and as full of love and, perhaps, belief.

“You know…” Stanley starts to say, they look at him, “nothing lasts forever.” He states, shaking his head with a dreamy look in his eyes. Nothing does seem to last forever, that is true. But he has a feeling of differing in opinion with his own statement. Nothing lasts forever—the monster they thought had lived under Derry forever, eaten its kids and other residents, cast a spell on the adults and the whole air of Derry, is now dead. So that doesn’t last forever. The promise they made—it is fulfilled now, meaning it won’t last forever, either. It lasted as long as needed to unite them all again. But this… what they have…

“Except for friendship.” Y/N says, looking at him. “And love.” Yes, friendship and love. Those will last forever. The love they have for each other will outlive all their future deaths, all their future kids’ deaths, and their kids’ deaths. This love, and this bond, it will last forever. It will always be somewhere in the predicted long life of the Earth and humanity. It will fly with the wind, blossom in flowers and rosy cheeks, it will swim with the ocean and breathe with the air. Always.

“And love.” Eddie says it with Y/N in unison. They smile at each other. Love. What a wonderful thing. It might as well be a living creature, like fear was. Only much stronger.

“Desire.” Ben suggests. Beverly closes her eyes and leans her head on his shoulder. I know, Ben. But we’re here now. All the desire pent up in teenage and adult years seems much lighter now. For Beverly, Ben and for Richie and Eddie, too. And for Stanley and Y/N. All their desire towards each other has finally been released, even if the door to it is only open in a narrow slit now. Desire might as well live in all eight of them, desire for each other, desire to meet each other again, desire to have that unbreakable friendship again. Desire for that lived in their hearts all these empty years, it was unknown and mysterious, a feeling they could not guess. Now it’s known, and out in the open, nothing to hide from each other. Or anyone else, for that matter. They’re proud.

The Losers Club fall silent, but comfortably so. They’re finally in a comfortable state with themselves and each other, and with the world around them. Strange, vile and ignorant as it may be, the world is truly amazing, though, and much bigger than they all thought. Brought them together that one summer, made a bond that will last forever. They’ve got a lot to thank it for. But they’ve also got every reason to kick the world in the butt and other places.

For now, they’ll let it slide. For now, they’re only focused on being in the diner, getting desert and then showering. Most importantly, for now, they’ve got each other, safe and healthy, and that’s all they need. That will do.

“Anything else you’d like to order?”

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bitchinrichie · 5 years ago

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Fears of the Past ch 5

Major It ch 2 spoilers

I’m back y’all

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Walking to Neibolt this time around felt like you were walking on broken glass. You remember having nightmares for weeks and your dad having to console you almost every night. It was nothing compared to what happened to Stan or Bev however. You could feel Stan tense as you walked down Neibolt street and then he just stopped and stared at the house on the corner.

“Guys, I-I don’t think I can do this,” he shook his head and you saw a tear fall down his cheek- “I can't go back there, I’m sorry I can’t.”

“We’re all gonna be right there with you, I promise Stan.” Richie put a hand on his shoulder and Stan sighed.

“You’re brave, Stanley Uris, don’t you ever forget,” you whispered to him, wiping his tears and he nodded. Richie clapped his shoulder again and you made your way to the Neibolt house just as Bill approached the door.

“N-no guys, I h-have to do this a-alone, I got you into this mess in the f-first place because I needed to find G-Georgie,” Bill turned around and his shoulders slumped because he still blamed himself. Bev picked up an old iron bar from the fence,

“Well we aren’t leaving you now, losers stick together.” Bev gripped the bar tightly on her hand and no one moved. Bill sighed and nodded.

“Is anyone gonna say anything?” Eddie looked around.

“Richie said it best last time.” Bill looked toward and so did everyone else.

“I did? Uh I don’t wanna die?,” Bill shook his head- “It’s a good thing we aren’t measuring dicks?”

“Beep beep Richie,” you sighed in disgust and he stuck his tongue out at you.

“Let’s kill this fucking clown?” Bill nodded proudly and Richie straightened out and repeated with a deadly tone,

“Let’s kill this fucking clown.”

***

Following behind Eddie with Stan right behind you, gripping your hand for dear life, you all entered the house with a shudder. It was still as gross and dank as you remembered, You followed Eddie, who has followed Bill and Richie into the old kitchen that led to the basement.

All of a sudden Ben starts screaming in pain and the door between the kitchen and the front room is slammed shut. You banged on the door but it wouldn’t budge and then the fridge started shaking. You backed away from the door and close to the corner of the room as the fridge opened,

“No, no how could you.”

You recognized the twisted and mangled body as your mother. You shake your head, refusing to believe what you were seeing. To make matters worse, the body screamed and it’s head rolled off.

“Y/n, my love, oh how you’ve grown,” you let out choked sobs as your friends just stared at it.

“What’s happening to me, Y/n? Help me,” it started sprouting what looked like spider legs from the side of its face and it started laughing. It ran toward you and you moved out of the way as Bill tried hitting it with a piece of wood. You ran towards Stan and Richie, Eddie standing in a corner.

“Eddie? Are you okay?” Richie approaches him.

“Yeah I’m-” a string of drool fell between them and you all looked up to find the spider head. It launched itself at you but Richie pushed you out of the way and it attacked him instead. Eddie didn’t move, Bill jumped on Richie, trying to pull it off him and you lay stunned on the ground, Stan picking up a knife and stabbing the creature.

The door opens and the others walk in, Ben keeping a hand on the side of his stomach and the creature rolling down into the basement. Stan drops the knife immediately, reaching out to Richie but Richie pushes him towards you. Stan gets you off the floor and holds you for a moment, Bev running in handing Richie her sweater to wipe his face,

“Eddie! Are you kidding me?! Richie could’ve fucking died!!” Bill screamed at Eddie, who hadn’t moved from the corner.

“I’m sorry Bill, I was just scared,” Eddie breathes out shakily.

“I’m sorry Eds, I-I’m not mad at you. I j-just want everyone to be s-safe, I can’t lose anyone else t-today, Bill loosened up and pats his shoulder. Everyone joins in the room, looking to Richie, you, and Eddie to make sure you’re okay. Then you all look to the basement, standing proudly, together again to finally defeat IT.

***

“Ugh grey water, I definitely didn’t miss this,” Richie jumps into the sewer, complaining.

“Wow are you kidding me? I told you how gross this fucking water was last time!” Stan rolled his eyes, jumping into the shitty water after him.

“I knew it was disgusting! But I was dedicated to messing with you Stanny!” He splashes water at Richie who dramatically gasps, splashing some back,

“BOYS!” You yell like an annoyed mother.

“Sorry Y/n…” they say in unison, you laugh and continue wading through the sewers. You all come upon the cistern and start climbing up on the old circus cart. Then you heard bubbling up from the water and Bev screaming,

“TIME TO SINK” Bev was pulled down and everyone jumped in the water, except Eddie and you. Eddie held you back and you look back at him confused.

“I didn’t want to stay up here alone, I’m too scared.” He looks down at the water and you grab his hand,

“Eds, you’re not a coward. It’s okay to be scared, I’m scared too.” You smile softly and he nods and you both look back at the water. 6 heads pop out of the water and you all climb back up the cart.

***

“That doesn’t seem safe,” you looked down the uncovered hole in the ground with jagged edges.

Mike shrugs and starts climbing down followed by Bill, Ben, and Stan. Eddie refuses.

“Eds I promise we’ll be okay.” Bev hands him the rod she was holding and heads down followed by you and eventually Richie and Eddie.

You all squeeze through a narrow passage to find huge ragged spikes poking up from the ground. Entering the middle of it, Mike puts down the artifact he told you all about, for the ritual and adds a flame.

“Okay now we put in our tokens.” Mike points to the artifact on the ground. Bill puts in Georgie’s boat, Bev puts in her postcard, Ben a yearbook page, Eddie’s inhaler, Richie’s arcade token, Stan’s bird book, your diary which made your heart clench as you drop it in the fire, and Mike finally puts a rock in from the rock war with the Bowers gang.

He tells you all to chant, join hands, and close your eyes as to not look into the deadlights. You all chant, not really knowing what the hell is going on. So you decide to take a peak, one small peak and then everything goes dark.

There’s blood and crying and more screaming, Eddie was on the ground. Everyone, every single loser lay dead before you and you couldn’t move or scream no matter how hard you tried. You felt something wrap around your throat but you only saw the same thing; your friends dying and you couldn’t do anything.

***

You found yourself on the uneven ground of the cavern, propping yourself up on your elbows, you found your friends hiding behind the jagged spikes while Pennywise appeared larger than life with claws, like a crab.

“Y/n!! Jesus Christ are you okay?!” Mike crouches down beside you, helping you up carefully.

“I’m fine, what happened?” He sighs and tells you he lied about the ritual because the Natives that tried before, died. You had gotten caught in the deadlights while Pennywise started choking you. Bill threw rocks at IT and you were dropped on the ground, Stan and Mike pulling you aside.

“Are you and Stan a couple again?” Mike chuckled and you cocked your head- “he kissed you, that’s how we woke you up.”

“Oh. Y-yeah I guess. Wait is everyone okay? No one- one is?”

“We’re all here I promise you, I wouldn’t let anything happen. I’ve waited too long to kill this son of a bitch to let that happen,” you smile at him, grabbing his hand and joining the others. You find Stan, who hugs you quickly and drags you to another cave within the cavern itself.

Not even given a second to breathe until you two were separated by a rock wall and suddenly you were back at home. You weren’t alone however; Richie, Stan, and Bev were around your bed and Stan was holding your diary wide open. He looked up at you and laughed,

“You’re bisexual now? Wow is that just a grab for attention? This is sad Y/n and to think I actually had feelings for you,” he dropped the diary on the ground and walked towards you and you couldn’t breathe.

“Bisexuality isn’t real! I confided in you only for you to stab me in the back and make up this? You’re pathetic.” Richie shoves you on the ground and you feel hot tears on your cheeks.

“Oh Y/n, those girls only looked back at you because you’re weak and they needed a laugh. You’re disgusting and I can’t believe we were friends.” Bev started laughing at you and it got so loud in your ears but you could still hear your heart pounding in your chest.

“No” you balled up your fists.

“Aww look the little bitch has had enough, that’s cute,” Richie snickered at you.

“NO YOU'RE NOT MY FRIENDS, THIS ISN’T REAL” you screamed and closed your eyes. Everything went silent but you heard Stan- your Stan screaming,

“STAN! STAN IT’S NOT REAL!! STANLEY!!”

“Y/N?!” He sounded scared and confused.

“HONEY IT’S NOT REAL PLEASE TRUST ME” you were breathing heavily and ran forward in the dark expecting to find a wall but instead you ran into a body who caught you in his arms. Stanley.

***

You saw everyone back at the edges of the cavern, except Richie-

“Hey fuck face!! Wanna play truth or dare? Here’s a truth for ya, you’re a sloppy bitch!! Yippee-ki-yay mother-” Richie was slammed against the cave wall by one of IT’s claws and you screamed. You heard Eddie yell and launch the fence bar into IT’s face and then silence. Until you saw the back of Eddie’s head and IT’s claw launching toward him and his head disappeared.

Your vision was coming true, IT would kill your friends and you couldn’t do anything.

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freekshow17 · 5 years ago

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Reddie Ch2 ‘The Red Carpet”

Reddie with short appearances of Benverly and The Uris’

Word Count 1.9K

Richie was able to convince Eddie there was no time for a shower, wiping off would have to do. Eddie compromised with extra cologne. Richie laughed as Eddie sprayed himself liberally, "You can cover up the smell all you want Kaspbrak, but unless you got make up lying around, those little love bites ain't going anywhere." Eddie's eyes shot up to the mirror he stood in front of, he was instantly aware of the perfectly circular near purple bruise dead center, he whipped around to glare at Richie who was standing tall, full of pride, with a toothy grin stretched across his face. "Are you fucking kidding me Tozier?!" Richie kept his pose, only tilting his eyes down to meet Eddie's "Curious. What's a bigger problem? You with that, or me - with these." Richie rotates his head side to side exposing all the blue and black marks that trail from ear, down his neck around to the other ear. Eddie's jaw slowly lowers as his eyes go wide "Shit." Richie lets out a deep belly laugh opening his arms to embrace Eddie "Oh Ed's. It's alright, if you want, I'll blame it on a wild girlfriend, you can... well… say Myra came back to town" as Eddie leans into Richie's chest allowing his arms to wrap around him Richie finished that statement, Eddie snaps back. "Fuck you." Richie nearly topples over from the immediate anger radiating from his new partner, catching himself on the corner of the bed frame. Richie lets himself fall to the bed rolling to his back clutching his stomach, Eddie stares at him blankly "Why? Why are you the way you are?" Richie tries to look serious but the second he looks to Eddie he starts to laugh again. "Seriously, Fuck you Rich." Eddie says as he starts to walk out of the room, kicking Richie’s leg as he walks past him.

A few minutes pass and Richie has composed himself enough to exit the room and join Eddie where he sits on the arm of the couch in the living room by the door "Ready?" Eddie asks with a hint of anger still in his tone, Richie clears his throat before replying "Yes sir… hey, you actually had make up?" Richie says as he approaches Eddie realizing his bruises are not as noticeable. "Myra wasn't good for much but she was kind enough to forget to take all her crap from the bathroom." Eddie said as the two men make their way to Richie's car, Eddie sitting in the passenger seat, arms crossed over his chest. Richie takes the wheel and begins their journey to the premiere. With only a few minutes between them, camera crews, and more importantly, the other losers, Richie slows down to the actual speed limit instead of his normal 10 over, to give them time to talk. "Really though Ed's, if you don't want me to tell anyone it was you… I won't. But no matter what I say out there, you gotta know I don't regret what we did. Quite the opposite, actually." He turns to look at Eddie for a moment before directing his eyes back to the road, catching a slight smile peek at the corner of Eddie's mouth. That's all Richie needed; some sign, or gesture, to know Eddie wasn't regretting what they had shared. "I don't regret it either Rich… I'm… just not yet, okay?" Eddie looked up to Richie with what Richie could only interpret as uncertainty, he replied with a nod at first "You got it buddy." Richie said softly, hoping it would ease the obvious worry Eddie was feeling. He couldn't blame him, Richie had these feelings for 30 years and is just now acting on them, he can't expect it to all change at once. "It…" Eddie paused a moment, and they both went tense at the word Eddie hesitated on. Eddie quickly tried to continue "It's just, Myra and I haven't been separated long. I don't want anyone thinking… I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea." This time Richie just replied with a nod, he tried his best to forget Myra was ever apart of Eddie's life, tried to forget she got to have him in the years HE should have had Eddie. Just hearing her name would send Rich on a downward spiral. Eddie sees it but thinks it's from his proposed plan to keep the two of them quiet for now. "Also, I'm embarrassed to say I'm with trashmouth" Eddie adds to cut the mood, it makes Richie smile and a slight huff escapes him. "Understandable Kaspbrak. Here we are." He says as they pull up to a Red Carpet roped off with a small walkway for them to follow to the doors. "Are we supposed to walk together?" Eddie asks nervously. "Don't worry, we can wait a minute for everyone to get here." Richie replies as he watches his rear view mirror to see if anyone else is pulling up. "Rich." Eddie says pointing toward the doors. All the other losers are already inside just beyond the door. "Fu- wait!" Richie started and cut himself off "I knew I loved that man for some reason." Eddie turns to look behind them to see Stanley walking around to his passenger door, opening it and holding out a hand, leading Patty out of the car. "Hurry!" They say in unison as they scramble to get out of the car, cameras already flashing in their direction. "STAN! PATTY!" Richie yells to them as he puts a hand on Eddie's lower back guiding him toward their friends, he quickly moves his hand away and whispers a Sorry to Eddie "Oh, we thought we were gonna be late. I'm so happy we get to walk in with the star." Patty says as she opens her arms demanding a hug from her husband's childhood friends. They've met before and had time to get to know each other over the last couple of years, after Stan decided returning to Derry on a blood oath was not something he counted as an acceptable excuse to miss the vacation he had planned for his wife and himself. They were 40 with no kids and made damn sure their time together was memorable, introducing Patty to the horrors of his childhood were not the memorable moments Stan had in mind. However, after he got a SECOND call from Mike, saying it was all over, he decided to celebrate by bringing Patty into a world he did enjoy: The Losers Club. Now it was as if Patty was an honorary 8th member. "Congrats again Rich, we're so proud of you" Patty continued as they separated from their hug to allow Eddie to get one. "Well… more like surprised for me." smirked Stanley, offering a hand to Richie "Didn't think this trashmouth had it in him?" Richie questioned in a rhetorical sort; he knew Stan always showed his love through his sarcasm. A literal translation of what Stan had said would be more like God I love you Richie Tozier, and I am so proud of you for getting past your demons and making something of yourself. and Richie knew that, so he accepted the sarcasm. After the four friends have greeted each other they make their way up the carpet together, Richie purposefully positioning himself to the far end of the line next to Patty, with Eddie opposite Stan. Seeing the other losers inside he waves them out and they follow. "Richie! Mr. Tozier" Richie heard his name being called from multiple directions. As he stops to pose for photos, he answers a few questions Who's your date? "My best friend's wife" the crowd laughs Who are your other guest? "Oh, these people? Just a bunch a losers!" More laughter Is one of them responsible for all those hickeys? Richie looks down the line before replying making quick eye contact with Eddie but breaking before it was too noticeable "They all wish! But this neck is reserved for the finest of teeth… just ask your mom she'll tell ya." The crowd erupts and Richie thinks that's a good place to leave it be, just before entering the door they pose for one last group photo, the photographer tries to split them into two rows with the tallest man, and man of the hour centered back row, to his right stood Mike, and next to him Ben, to Richie's left was Stan. In front of Stan stood Patty making sure to reach a hand behind her grabbing the hand of her dear husband, then Eddie, Bev, and Bill. "Great guys, perfect, okay and three, two..." the photographer counted down and everyone gives their best smile. Just after the flash Patty took it upon herself to approach the photographer to be sure he had the names right and in the right order. Bev, still linked in arms with Eddie leans in close to whisper, "I never noticed just how perfect your teeth are Ed's." She says perfect with a hint of suspicion, she turns to offer Eddie a smile but that too seems pointed. Does she know Eddie panicked in his head; he goes to question the compliment as Ben steps up beside Beverly "Wow! Am I right? This is amazing." Ben says as he slides his arm around Beverly's waist, and she repositions herself against him. Beverly has had issues in the past with being touched like this, she would wince away from it, it was always out of possession, claiming her as if she were property. But that wasn't the case with Ben. Every time Ben touched her, she could feel his love illuminating from his fingertips, making her feel safe and comforted. Ben always had a way to make her feel better, even when she thought she was at her best. "I know right?!" Bev responds offering a bright smile up to Ben. "To think our Richie is getting an award for being the same knucklehead he was at 13? Priceless. Right Eddie?" Ben asked trying to bring Eddie into the conversation, Ben could tell he was in his own head somewhere. "Yeah. Yeah it's great." Eddie replied still giving Bev a confused stare. "Hey Bev-" Eddie started but was interrupted "Hey! There you all are!" Richie approaches with the rest of the losers crew in tow. "We were gonna head in, but I wanted us to all go in together." Everyone nods in agreement ready to go take their seats. "Now once we're all in there I think a couple people speak, they give me the award for 'up and coming blah blah blah' then the special starts. BEFORE you see it, I want you to all know" Richie waves a hand in front of each loser giving a thoughtful look "You're all in it, I bash all of you, it's hilarious!" He continues as a smirk creeps across his face. All the losers give him a wave of the wrist or a fake punch as the laugh their way from the lobby to their seats. Bev takes a step back from Ben and places a hand on Eddie's shoulder, leaning close to his ear "You used the wrong shade of concealer on those love bites babe, it's still pretty obvious what's under it." She pulls back glancing toward Richie and back to Eddie "Don't worry though, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one to notice. And you know I can keep a secret" she smiles widely, leaving Eddie with a wink as she turns on her heels and heads back up to Ben.

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reddiesetandgo · 6 years ago

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A Hornet is the Best Wingman

My gift to @mrs-vh for the @it2ficexchange! I hope you like it, honey, I just shoved all of our favorite ships into it! It’s really just lots of fluff and pining!

Summary: The Losers return to Derry the summer before their senior year of college. As they celebrate Georgie, they are ambushed by some angry bugs who force them closer together in ways they never expected.

Pairings: Stanlon, Reddie, Benverly, Bill Denbrough/Audra Phillips

Word Count: 3,480

Warnings: Bug mentions, sprained ankle, swearing, dummies who don’t know how to confess

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“And then-” Georgie continued, looking to each Loser as he spoke. “At the last second, I took off running towards the goal. My friends were screaming for me, they were shouting ‘behind you, Georgie! She’s right behind you!’ but I knew I could make it.” He looked to Eddie, who had been texting him running tips since he made the Lacrosse team, sent him a wink and he smiled, pushing forward. “The goal was right there, my arm was outstretched, the ball cradled in my net, and I could hear Penny’s foot steps hitting the ground behind mine! So I gave it everything I had and threw the ball towards the goal! The goalie missed it by an inch. WE WON!”

The Losers howled and hollered with excitement, each of them rushing forward to congratulate him.

“Atta boy, Georgie!” Beverly called out, ruffling his hair as Mike and Richie lifted him into the air on onto Mike’s shoulder. “The Lacrosse champion of Derry, we knew you could do it, buddy!”

“We are the Champions, my friiiiends,” Bill and Stan began in unison and seconds later they were all singing and cheering. It wasn’t long before Georgie was laughing so hard he could barely take in any air. He tapped Mike who leaned down and he slid off his shoulder with ease.

“Next time you have a championship we want to know about it, got it?” Stan stated, serious but kind.

He nodded his head, “Got it.” And they pounded fists as a promise.

“Okay, so what are the celebratory plans, then?” Eddie asked, leaning onto Georgie’s shoulder and looking to Bill.

“Richie had a few ideas I think. Rich?”

Their heads turned to a surprisingly quiet and still Richie who was staring at the ground close to Mike and Beverly. “Uh, earth to Rich?” she questioned before following his gaze.

They all leaned down and narrowed their eyes trying to see what had Rich suddenly so spooked.

“It’s a-“

“A wasp?” Ben questioned, concerned. “Rich, it’s just a wasp, it won’t hurt you.”

“THAT,” he whispered, “is a HORNET.”

“So?” Bill asked, watching the easily angered insect as its wings retracted.

Richie swallowed thickly, eyes flashing up towards Bill. “What do you mean ‘so’?” His eyes shot back to the hornet as their feet. “They smell your fear and they will follow you. We gotta go. Like, yesterday. Everyone back away slowly.”

Stan laughed, but kept a watchful eye on the thing as it crawled in circles through the grass. “Afraid of that tiny thing are you?”

Richie took a step back, hands reaching out on either side of him for Ben and Eddie. “These things have nests, dude. There is never just one!” Eddie didn’t move, but Ben let Richie grab at his wrist. “Okay, Rich, we can go,” he said calmly. The others hadn’t caught on just yet, but Ben could tell he was serious. He was afraid. “Let’s go, guys.”

“To where? We haven’t made any plans yet,” Beverly quipped, a hand at her hip.

“Rich, my guy. It’s just one hornet. I think we’re okay,” Mike said, but he was already slowly backing away from it too. It was closest to him and while he wasn’t afraid of them, he wasn’t necessarily keen on getting stung. “Mike, look out for the-“

But he hit some boards that had been leaning on Georgie’s old playset, sending them crashing to the ground. Stan rushed to him, grabbing his arm to steady him before he fell over.

“My hero,” Mike smiled.

They began to pick up the boards and lean them back where they had been, most of them still keeping an eye on the hornet who had meandered in the opposite direction.

Then, as Georgie was lifting his final board back up, he heard something strange. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

He furrowed his brow, thinking. “Like, a buzzing?”

Richie immediately looked towards the rest of the boards on the ground and noticed one was slightly angled up in the middle. “Eds,” he pointed. “Look at that one.”

Eddie took a step forward but Richie grabbed a fist full of his shirt tail, keeping him from investigating. “What’s wrong with it?” he asked.

“I think we should leave that one the way it is, guys.” Most of the others were looking at it now with suspicion.

“Why?” Bill asked, reaching for it.

“Wait!” The others shouted, but it was too late. He lifted half the board and out came a swarm of hornets, loud and angry.

“Fuck this!” Richie cried and he threw Eddie over his shoulder as he took off down the street towards his car. Beverly grabbed for Ben’s hand while Bill tugged at Georgie’s sleeve and ran for the back door. “We’ll meet up later!” he yelled as he slammed the door shut and watched the other two run towards the street.

“Mike, the shed!” Stan cried out, ducking away from the angry insects and running wildly.

But he was already there, door open and waiting. “Get in, quick!” And Mike slammed the door shut, praying they weren’t followed.

The buzzing continued behind the door, but they heard nothing inside. The both backed away, hoping there were no cracks large enough for them to squeeze through. Stan took a deep breath to calm himself as he crossed his arms. “I guess we’re stuck for now.”

“I guess so,” Mike replied, looking over his shoulder at Stan. He immediately looked away as he felt his cheeks flushed.

The heat Stan told himself.

It was hot and stuffy and dusty beyond belief. A few spider webs hung at the edges of the small room, still and unmoving. If Mike hadn’t been here, Stan admitted to himself, he might have been spooked. They had never gone into the shed, even as kids all those summers ago. They preferred Bill’s garage or the quarry for their hang-outs. This place held no childhood memories.

“Here, Stan,” he heard. Mike was sitting on a small table, a white linen sheet draped over it and just enough room left for him to nestle next to Mike. He combed a hand through his hair and cleared his throat as he walked over. “Nice find,” he said.

This was either Mike’s worst nightmare or his wildest dream. He had been hoping to talk with Stan. He wanted to tell him he thought he was in love with him but he wasn’t sure he was ready. He had practiced telling him in the heat of a moment, not in the heat of Bill’s shed. Would he say the words right? Should he say them at all?

They sat in silence for a few moments before Mike was removing his shirt and wiping the sweat from his brow. “Sorry, Stan the man, it’s too damn hot in here.”

Stan was horrified. He had seen Mike before, they had gone to the quarry many times with the other Losers after they had met. But he had never seen him like this, arms wide with muscles and chest smooth and hard. Stan hadn’t known that Veterinary school could do that to a man.

“You look a little flushed yourself, feel free to uh-“ he motioned lifting his shirt, and his eyes momentarily fell onto Stan’s torso. It sent a rush of butterflies into Stan’s stomach. He nudged at Mike with his elbow. “Nah, I don’t want to embarrass you with my abs of steel,” he joked.

“Abs of steel, huh?” Mike smiled. “The way I remember it, your abs were just fine when we all swam at the quarry last.”

Despite his best efforts, Stan turned a deep shade of red. Mike’s chest swelled with hope.

“Then,” Stan started as he pretended to find something on the far table too interesting to leave be. He deadpanned, “you must have really, really low standards.”

Mike threw his head back with laughter, the sound echoing throughout the small shed. Stan found himself smiling fondly, loving the way Mike looked and sounded when he was laughing, and decided that he was the tiniest bit happy that Bill had picked up that board.

Suddenly, a box caught his eye just above Mike’s still laughing form, leaning out towards him from its precarious perch. Mike must have dislodged it when he slammed the door.

“Uh,” he began, already inching towards Mike. “I think that box is about to fall.”

Mike looked back to Stan with tears in his eyes and a big smile on his face and another rush of butterflies poured out into Stan’s stomach. He almost wanted to tell him so when the box began to slide forward. “Mike!”

Stan reached out and pulled Mike towards him just as the box fell. It crashed to the ground and Stan felt the wind knocked out of him when he collided with Mike, sending them both to the shed floor. Mike landed atop Stan, heavy with muscle and sticky from the heat.

“Holy shit!” he said, scrambling backwards off of Stan. “I could have- do you know how heavy I am? What if I had hurt you?”

Stan sat up so he was facing Mike and pointed to the box laying silently now behind him. “What if that had hurt you?” On the floor were some old and rusted tools, spilling forth from the decaying cardboard box that had fallen directly onto the table where Mike had been sitting seconds ago.

“Oh.”

Stan reached forward and gently brushed at Mike’s face. He was thankful he had gotten to him in time.

“Dust,” he lied, fingertips still lingering on his skin.

Mike leaned into his touch. “Dust,” he agreed.

“Richie! Put me down, are you insane?!”

Eddie was holding onto Rich for dear life, Richie’s shoulder poking into his stomach with every new stride forward.

“Hornets don’t follow people, you’re ridiculous, put me down!”

But then he heard a buzzing sound fly past his face and his mouth fell open. There was no way. No way these insects, these bugs, these things the size of his pinky finger were following them. But then he heard it again, this time much closer.

“Holy shit, Rich!” he hollered. “It’s following us! Don’t put me down, where the fuck is your car??”

Eddie tightened his hold, keeping his head low.

“This is crazy!” he thought. “This is absolutely crazy!” He knew Richie running down the street with him thrown over his shoulder must have been a sight but, Eddie had to admit, he didn’t mind being in Richie’s arms. Or atop his shoulder. Or whatever this was.

The bugs put a damper on things, though.

“Rich, hurry up and -!”

Before Eddie could finish he was being thrown into Richie’s truck and Rich jumped in after, slamming the door shut and breathing heavy. The two of them sat in silence for a short while, their eyes searching the windows and their ears tuned for the buzzing. But nothing came. Nothing landed on the window, nothing made a sound, nothing else was left. Just the two of them.

Eddie turned sharply to Rich, shoving at his arm and surprising him.

“What the fuck was that, Richie?!”

Richie righted himself in the seat, rubbing at his arm and smirking playfully. “What? You mean saving you from that flying insect from hell? You’re welcome, my love.” He leaned forward and pinched Eddie’s cheek playfully before Eddie smacked it away.

“No, smartass, I’m talking about running across the street with me slung over your shoulder like a child!”

Richie opened his mouth to say something but Eddie kept going. “Do you know what people might think? And I might have a bruise thanks to you! Who is that scared of a wasp-“

“Hornet,” he corrected.

“A hornet! Who is that scared of a hornet?!” he sputtered. “And who tosses their friend over their shoulder to run off like that?”

Richie watched as Eddie continued, gesturing wildly and looking far more perturbed than he actually was. Richie probably should have been listening, he normally loved hearing Eddie talk about everything and anything, even this. But something Eddie said felt heavy on his chest and he suddenly felt like he had to say something or it would sink lower and lower until his entire chest was exposed and bare.

“And you could have tripped and I could have gone flying! One scrapped knee on the bacteria ridden concrete and then BAM! My leg is being amputated.”

Richie could wait no longer. “What would they think?”

Eddie paused. He looked to Richie for anything more, an explanation maybe. But nothing came. “What?” He asked quietly.

“What might people think, Eds?”

Suddenly, Eddie’s mouth felt very dry. And suddenly, everything felt very serious.

Eddie had meant that people might think they were more than just friends. He knew that they weren’t, but he also knew he was, in fact, in love with his best friend and he knew he probably shouldn’t be. He also knew that he could explain this away the same way he explained all the other stupid things he said. But something deep in his gut, maybe his heart since he’d tried to place it as deep down inside of him as it would go, whispered not to.

At a loss for which to listen to, his head or his heart, he changed the subject. “Why did you take me?”

Richie blinked, his eyebrows furrowing. Eddie didn’t wait for his question.

“Why did you take me with you and not Ben or Beverly? They were right there too.”

The silence between them wasn’t awkward or heavy, but it was like that breath you hold when you’re waiting for something, hopeful and a little nervous.

“Um...“ Richie began, looking at Eddie from behind his long lashes and blazing ember bangs. “I-“

Eddie was acutely aware that Richie was far closer to him now. So close he could see the specks of freckles along his cheekbones and across his nose. He willed himself to look no further, knowing just a short glance down would be lips he had thought about kissing too many times to count.

“I knew,” Richie whispered, “that your mom would never sleep with me again if I let anything happen to her little Eddie bear.” Eddie’s mouth gaped open but Richie dove across the seat, fingers reaching for Eddie’s sides and tickling him mercilessly.

“Richie!!” he shrieked, both of their laughter filling the car up and breaking whatever had been between them moments ago. “Richie, that’s disgusting!”

“That’s not what she said when I got back from California three days ago, Eddie!”

Eddie was in tears, cheeks aching and stomach burning. “Quit it!” he roared between gasping breaths and laughter. “You’re such a- you’re such an ass!”

He relented, hovering over Eddie with a big, goofy smile on his face. “I know.”

They stayed that way for the briefest of moments, just long enough for both of them to feel like they missed an opportunity they might not get back. But in that brief moment, they both thought to themselves-

Next time.

Ben was out of breath. He was out of breath but he felt like he was soaring. Beverly was grasping his hand, pulling him along, and she was smiling while she was doing it. Her form was muddled by their running but she was still shining as far as Ben was concerned. She glowed from within like the sun was inside her and he was a moth to her light.

‘I wish more hornets would show up,” he thought to himself. ‘If I could just hold her hand like this again.’

He groaned to himself, embarrassed by his own thought, and shook his head as if to rid himself of it. Instead, he just focused on running, happy to be running towards her.

Beverly hadn’t been worried about the hornets. She had just seen Richie tossing Eddie over his shoulder like a maniac and Bill hiking Georgie into his arms as he sprinted to his house and she thought ‘grab important person, grab Ben.’ All of the Losers were important to her, but Ben had become something entirely different the moment he had left for college three years ago. She wasn’t sure what had done it exactly, but she hadn’t entirely wanted to know when it happened. Just that it had.

And now she was grasping tightly to Ben’s hand, pulling him along down the street. She was smiling wide as she ran, the danger buzzing behind them relatively small but the thrill of holding Ben’s hand coursing through her, filling her up.

But then Ben’s hand was pulled from hers violently and she slid to a stop, hands already reaching back for him. He was on the ground, a pained look on his face and his mouth contorted into a grimace as he leaned back and his hands came to cradle his ankle.

She rushed to him, kneeling on the concrete beside him. “Oh no, Ben, what happened?” Her hands roamed over him briefly before resting on his back and bent knee, craning her neck to see his injury.

“I think,” he bit, “I think I sprained my ankle.”

He gently pulled up his pants leg, showing a small, blood laced scratch and a just barely protruding bump on the inside of his ankle. Beverly reached a hand towards it, careful and cautious.

Ben was mortified. It hurt terribly, but his embarrassment was far worse. Couldn’t he do anything right for just a moment? Couldn’t he have run with Beverly however far she wanted to take him without making a complete fool of himself? He clenched his teeth in frustration and tried to right himself.

“Hey, wait!” But Ben was already up on his foot, arms outstretched for balance. “You should wait a minute,” she said, holding his arm to keep him steady.

“It’s okay, Bev,” he gritted. “Just gotta, see how bad it is.”

“Ben,” she warned, keeping her hold on him. But he took a step forward and howled, falling back down to the rocky floor.

“Okay,” he admitted, rolling back into a seated position, his useless leg outstretched. “It’s bad.”

Beverly knelt beside him, looking him over with nothing but worry in her eyes. Ben desperately wished for a do-over. Beverly was beside him within arms reach but he felt so far away from her. What could she possibly ever see in someone as clumsy as him?

She stood up abruptly, her face lighting up again with another smile. “Alright!” she said proudly, “I’ve got an idea!” Beverly reached both of her hands out to him and his gaze switched from her hands to her face, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Come on, Haystack, you can’t stay in the middle of the road forever!” His eyes widened before a smile erupted on his face. She smiled back playfully. “That’s right, I used the nickname, give me your hands!” For a moment he almost forgot his ankle was injured as he took her hands in his; he missed that one. ‘Haystack’ had been lost to their childhood, but every now and then, someone would bring it back. It sounded the best when she said it.

Once he was standing, she put her arms on his shoulders to balance him quickly before turning around and patting her knees. She looked back at him with a smirk on her face as she said, “hop on!”

His mouth fell open and his eyebrows shot up, a strained laugh bubbling up from his chest. “Beverly,” he said, feeling suddenly as self conscious as he did as a kid. “You can’t possibly-“

“I can,” she interrupted. “What? Don’t think I’m strong enough, Haystack?” she said, drawing out his nickname so it lingered between them. He set his jaw, looking down shyly at his feet. “No, Bev. You’re the strongest person I know.”

His eyes darted back to her just in time for him to see the smile he elicited. Softly, she beamed, “then let’s go.”

He nodded once. “Okay, just don’t drop me. I’m delicate you know.”

“You are not,” she strained as he jumped onto her back. With hands grasping around his thighs she hiked him up with a quick jump, centering him at the small of her back. “You’re the strongest person I know too.”

He sheepishly buried his face into his arm which was slung around her neck, his other hand placed carefully on her shoulder. ‘This must be heaven,’ he sighed to himself.

“Just two blocks to my aunts place,” she mused. “Easy as pie. You’re light as a feather.”

And for once in his life, he felt that way.

It was two hours later that Bill texted everyone, asking to meet up at their favorite restaurant with Georgie. He asked if everyone would be okay if he brought one more. His girlfriend from college had surprised him.

I think you guys will like Audra, he texted.

And soon enough, they did.

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5. Judy is a runt a.k.a. an anonymous cow, basic instincts and semantic questions

„Judy, if you go on like this, you can publish a three-volume manual for beginner monitor engineers next week.” I peek over her shoulders to see the notes and illustrations she made listening to Karrie’s explanations on how to find the optimal frequencies for microphones. I have to acknowledge that she’s trying really hard, according to Scully she spends hours with memorizing the content of her notebook. Eddie and Stone are giving an interview so we have to wait for them with the soundcheck. Jeff and I decided to use the remaining time for showing her our instruments and pedal boards to give her some insight about what’s happening during the songs and between them.

“I’ve never played the bass but I’ve always wanted to try it.” Judy sighs cautiously touching Jeff’s twelve-string bass guitar he uses to play Jeremy.

“If you’ve ever played a guitar, it’s no rocket science. I’ll gladly give you a few lessons, if you want to.” Jeff offers his services but I’m convinced that he would show the same enthusiasm if he had to help her unclog a toilet without using any tools. Judy walks to Jeff’s amplifier to examine the little basketball player figures that serve as his stage props.

“You must be a fan …” she takes all of them in her hands, one after the other.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve always played, mostly in school teams. So it isn’t difficult to figure out that it was me who came up with the idea of our original band name.” he shrugs smiling.

“Which was…?”

“Mookie Blaylock.” we answer in unison, making Judy shake her head and giggle.

“You can imagine how happy he was when he learnt that Eddie could play too. Before that he had tortured Stone and me on the basketball court next to our rehearsal place all the time.”

“Tortured? Don’t you like playing?”

“I do but I’m not good at it. You can see my body structure; I’m not a big challenge for him. And Stone is… rather a cheerleader type, at least that’s how he likes to call himself.”

“With pom poms?” she raises an eyebrow. “Don’t answer, I don’t want to know about the bizarre role plays in the band.”

We all blurt out in laughter.

“No, no pom poms but he’s better at verbal basketball.” Judy is blinking with a confused expression asking me for a more detailed explanation. “When he isn’t playing, he always tries to irritate the others with his comments from the edge of the court. And when he’s playing… you know, he’s the type who tries to convince you using arguments that you don’t really want to score against him. Which is kinda annoying when you’re trying to get past him doing a dribble.”

“I can imagine…” she leans down to get a closer look to the microphone-head puppet sitting on Dave’s bass drum. “Jackson 5?” she’s thinking loudly but Dave suddenly appears behind the drum kit and answers the question.

“Sly and the Family Stone.”

“Oh, that explains the funky taste I feel in your playing.” Judy’s face lights up.

“Thanks for noticing it. Ninety percent of listeners can only hear that I make noise.”

“Well, I belong to that ten percent who is obsessed with rhythm sections.”

“So much for friendship.” I play resentful but she immediately corrects herself.

“But I also love Bach who was the Eddie van Halen of baroque era… imagine Eddie van Halen with four hands. Just listen to his organ pieces.” she gushes blushing. “He was the riffmeister, “the” composer, there’s no question about it.”

“Do you headbang at home when listening to them? Anyway, bummer, it’s not me who’s the riffmeister and main songwriter of this band.”

“But I feel the potential in you, trust me. And this?” she waves with the stuffed lamb she found on the amplifier at the other side of the stage.

“That belongs to Stone, it’s a kind of mascot; he received it from his girlfriend.” Jeff explains.

“Oh…” “I know, I know, it’s difficult to imagine that there are girls who can spend more than three seconds in his company. They probably say yes to him only to shut him up finally.” he jokes on.

“No, I didn’t mean to… I just thought that it must be hard to maintain a relationship under these circumstances… you’ve been touring for more than a half year, you focus on your career, that’s not an ideal background for love… Of course, if you have complete trust towards each other, let’s say in a long-term relationship, it can work but…”

“It’s a weird story, they had met a few weeks before we started touring, they began to date and… they seem to be still together, I guess. We don’t really know Amber, we saw her only a couple times.”

“Well, then they must like each other very much. But I don’t want to pry into your privacy.” she sits the lamb back onto the amplifier.

“I was in a similar situation that time but I broke up with the girl. Or, to be more exact, I didn’t even start dating her, I didn’t want to waste anybody’s time.” Jeff goes on ignoring Judy’s last sentence.

“Fair enough.” she nods. “And… a cow? A COW? I want this cow, this is cool, I mean… having a cow on your amp, that’s hilarious!” she laughs admiring the stuffed cow standing on Stone’s Marshall.

“Then you have to fight for it with Stone, it belongs to him. I’d bet on you, by the way.” I remark and I mean it, actually…

“But a cow… why???”

“I guess it has something to do with Dallas Cowboys… he had even used to wear a DC baseball cap until he lost it…”

“And what’s its name? I guess it’s a she…”

“I don’t know… a good question, by the way. You should ask Stone, it is him who’s in the most intimate relationship with her of us… I mean… I have nothing against it until they do it publicly.”

“So Judy, when do you want to take your first bass lesson?”

Surprisingly Jeff tries to direct our conversation back to the previous topic.

“First? I don’t think it’d take more than a half an hour in all. Including foreplay.” Stone arrives with the trademark smirk on his face, followed by Eddie.

“Screw you!” Jeff slaps back. Judy is standing right behind his back so I’m the only one who can see that her cheeks are literally flaming, I’m seriously concerned that her head explodes in seconds.

“I tried to hire a few local criminals on the way back here to kidnap him, I swear. But nobody offered, they said there were things that even they weren’t willing to do…” Eddie mumbles and his roasting comment makes everyone chuckle.

“What can I say? The armor of sarcasm and my irresistible humor protect me from every kind of danger.” Stone grins satisfied while preparing his guitar. Yes, sure. We’ll have that carved on your tombstone if someone happens to stab you to death.

“What’s her name?” Judy steps to him pointing at the cow but Stone ignores her question, as usual. Come on, you can’t be such an asshole! But Judy seems to be determined this time. She clears her throat and repeats the question perceptibly louder. “What’s her name?”

She’s still pointing accusingly at the cow. Stone lets out a deep, annoyed sigh and asks back rolling his eyes but still not glancing at her.

“Whose name?”

This time it is him who doesn’t get an answer to his question. He lifts his head and his eyes follow the direction Judy’s pointing at. Realizing it’s about his stage animal he walks slowly to his mic, takes it in his hands and strides back to his amplifier.

“I’m saying it into the mic to make it more understandable: this is a stuffed animal.” his voice echoes in the concert room. He knocks on the head of the cow a few times to confirm his statement. “It’s not alive, do you see? It has no na... Jesus!!!”

His words get interrupted by the loud, ear-splitting noise of microphone ringing. He puts the mic quickly back on the stand and turns to her with a sinister, cold smile.

“So, dear Judith… I’m very tolerant and I know it must have been very difficult to leave your toys at home but I wouldn’t think you should search for replacement until you can learn how to ring out a fuckin’ mic. Maybe it wasn’t part of your education at the vocational school of substitute music teachers but if you manage it, I’m going to buy you a teddy bear, I promise.” His words are followed by complete silence; Eddie stares him confused, furrowing his eyebrows while Jeff’s body radiates anger, his threatening, furious eyes make clear that he’s about to punch him. Judy listens to him with a poker face but concerning her burning cheeks I’m sure Stone’s arrogant style hit her hard. And she’s probably not going to defend herself; she’s not going to confront Stone with the fact that it was Karrie’s work he’s just criticized. And Karrie is outside, smoking with the others, she can’t speak up for her either. But that doesn’t mean I should assist to this scene.

“Man, can you hear yourself when you’re saying things like that? That happens all time, it’s inevitable. You act as if it was a felony!”

“Moreover, Karrie spent like forty minutes trying to ring out the mics but it’s impossible to manage it here, she gave it up. Judy didn’t even touch the gear; she was just listening to her and making notes about every single word, all along the preparations.” Jeff adds, although if I were him I would have let Karrie out of that before this idiot targets her too.

“Then it’s high time she began to do something apart from distracting Karrie.” Stone fires back. He can’t bear not having the last word in the discussion.

“You’re ridiculous. If you need me, I’ll be outside… I leave before my fist executes a plastic surgery on his face.” Jeff grinds his teeth and clomps out riled up of the room. Eddie peers for long seconds after him; his look wanders slowly to Judy, then from Judy to Stone. I can literally hear the cogwheels clicking in his head.

“I need some fresh air too. Judy, do you come with me?” he asks pointing with his thumb in the direction of the hallway.

“Sure, just a minute.”

I glance at Judy; I can’t see any hints of embarrassment on her face anymore, she looks rather almost challenging. She takes a deep breath, walks back proudly to the cow and pats it on the back a few times.

“You poor thing! I’m sure we’ll find you a name soon since you have such a baaad, eeevil keeper.” she murmurs in its ears and walks past Stone with an amused, contented smile.

***

I take a deep drag of my cigarette and exhale it slowly into the night sky. Okay, officially it’s not mine, I got it from Dave, I never buy cigarette since I’m a notorious grubber. The amount I need is basically nothing in comparison to Dave’s dose, even Mike smokes more. If I bought one or two packets, I would lose them about within two hours and I should grub anyway every time I needed one so the result would be the same.

I’m listening to the chirping of crickets, it always sounds twice as loud at night as anytime else... Jeff hasn’t talked me a word since the cow affair. He avoided me on the stage ignoring my presence when I was bouncing on his and Mike’s side and didn’t set foot to my side either. When we celebrated Mike he managed to get to the other side of the group hug. But who would have thought he takes the role of the bodyguard of that chick so seriously? His pathetic struggle for her attention is getting more and more embarrassing. She’s an adult woman, she can talk or for a lack of real, acceptable evidences I rather only assume she can, neither needs she a spokesperson nor an enforcer. And I’m not going to apologize to her, I’ve said what I’ve said, I don’t care whether she likes it or not. What I rather care about is my friendship with Jeff but as long as he’s blinded by his hormones – and he’s obviously literally blinded seeing his choice – I doubt he would realize that chasing a colleague isn’t the smartest thing he can do. There won’t be anywhere to hide if things don’t work… But after all, it’s mating season, I can’t blame him, it’s pure biology, it’s about instincts. Basic instincts... Like that new Sharon Stone movie. Damn, that woman is hot... Yeah, it’s definitely mating season…

I walk back to the busses where the others except Scully and Karrie’s padawan are stretching their numb legs, smoking and still talking about Eric’s hilarious pre-birthday surprise for Mike. At one point of the show he appeared on the stage dressed up – or rather stripped off – as Henry Rollins and lead the crowd yelling inarticulately in singing Happy Birthday.

“Man, I was in stitches, I could barely start playing after it, I was shaking of laughter.” Jeff is still snickering recalling the scene.

“It’s interesting, your smile didn’t seem honest to me.” I turn to Jeff and try to force him to talk about our quarrel. Our quarrel? It was him who stormed out like a rhino…

“Seriously Stone, do you really think it’s about me? Look, I know how insufferable you can be and I know how to handle it. But she doesn’t. At first you ignore her and then you humiliate her before the band, what’s next? You burn her during the gig in front of the whole crowd?”

Hm, not a bad idea…

“It’s about respect, Stone, you should show some respect towards her…” Eddie murmurs. Now we have two bodyguards. Excellent.

“Has anybody noticed that I treat her the same way as anyone else in the team? If she doesn’t know how to behave in a company where everybody teases everybody, it’s not my problem.” I grumble lowering my voice and taking a few steps backwards. I don’t want Karrie to hear this; I like her and rely on her help a lot and I probably offended her a bit with my outrage when she came up with her idea about her replacement.

“Actually, she does, maybe it’s new for you as you’re deaf to wittiness except yours… but she has a sense of humor…” Eddie goes on.

“If she says something really funny, I’m going to be the first to laugh at it, I swear…”

“Oh, really? You would rather cut your own tongue off than admit you were wrong…” Jeff retorts and joins the others closing the topic. Okay, crisis averted, we’re in middle-aged married couple mode again…

“Scully?” I inquire from Ed since he still hasn’t shown up yet.

“I don’t know, he must be in the crew bus.” he shrugs glancing back at me and follows Jeff.

As I get on the bus I hear someone moving in the backside so I pace between the bunk beds in the direction of the noise. I find him opening a beer at the fridge; as he notices me he takes one more can out and offers it to me.

“Thanks. Hey Scul, could you pass me a few guitar picks?” I ask him accepting the beer.

“I gave you a bunch of them in the afternoon, you can’t be serious you lost them within less than twenty-four hours.”

“I reject these malicious charges; I was just generous and gave them to Jeff and Mike.”

Of course I have no idea where they can be, I probably left them at the club after the gig.

“Okay, here they are but you pay me five bucks if you can’t keep them at least for one week…” he hands me the picks with a skeptical face.

“And, where’s your new pet? Or did you forget her at the last gas station? I would totally understand…”

Scully frowns hearing my question and starts nodding intensively in the direction of the hallway mouthing something that I can’t decode.

“What’s that? Your Tourette again? Dude, I’m not good at speech reading. So, is daddy’s little girl going number one alone in the wood? What a progress…”

“Sssh, you moron, she’s sleeping over there, in her bed…” he whisper-shouts still flourishing towards the beds.

“Bullshit, there’s no one there, I didn’t see anybody.” I snicker sipping my beer.

“She’s there, do you think I’m an idiot?” Bingo but that’s not the point right now…

“No, she’s not.” I step to the bed he’s pointing at and tug the blanket with a quick move from it to prove I’m right. And suddenly something or rather somebody jumps out of the bunk like a jack-in-the-box.

“What the fuck???” I recoil yelling surprised and end up banging my head against the edge of the bed behind me.

“Holy shit!” the content of the bed screams simultaneously. She’s embracing her pillow; her face is framed by her two tangled braids. She’s not wearing her glasses, which reveals her huge, suggestive brown eyes making me feel I’m eyeing with a terrified lemur.

“Haha… I told you… hahaha… Stoney… I know… I know you’re lonely…. but… but attacking this poor girl in her bed… hahaha… that’s too fast even from you…” Scully already sqeaks choking of laughter and slapping his thighs with her palms after every word.

‘You’re not funny, Scul.” I growl at him painfully rubbing the back of my head with the tip of my fingers, unfortunately I can already feel a hump developing at the place of the impact. “And you… how you dare…?”

“How… how I dare whaaaaaat?” she yawns rubbing her eyes with her fists like a sleepy small child, probably being ready to fell in coma again.

“How you dare…” I stop for a moment because I don’t really know either the reason of my outrage “be… so small?” I have no idea what kind of answer one can expect to a question like this but she scared me to death, it’s a miracle that I can speak at all…

“What? How I…? No, that can’t be real… I must be still in a bizarre dream… “ she mutters slipping into her bed again. She curls up like a little hedgehog, pulls the blanket over her head mumbling something about hippies against her pillow. How she dares be so…

“Stoney!” I hear Scully’s voice as dimly as if I were diving under the sea. “Good morning! Man, you should have your ears checked, I’m calling you for the third time… let that poor kitty sleep and drink your beer before it warms up. Or if you want to be her big spoon, I don’t mind but in that case I want your beer, so please decide fast…” he grins from ear to ear.

I lift the can to my lips and flip the bird with my other hand, trying to send my darkest look tohim. I’m going to buy a bucket of paint tomorrow and decorate the crew bus with the text “Psychiatric ward”, I swear. They’ve earned that.

***

“Thanks for lending your fridge, girls!” Eric says trying to make the huge cake box fit into the tiny fridge of our hotel room. “My fridge is full of… hehe… hydrating substances… but not for external use only…”

“Eric, alcohol actually dehydrates body.” I correct him.

“Aaand that’s why I became a road manager, not a doctor.” he shrugs.

“And not only your fridge is full with those mysterious substances… those of Scully and Brett, Dave and Mike and Jeff and Stone too…” Karrie adds winking.

“Security measures. The golden rule of road managers: always make sure if there’s enough beer.”

“Mmmh, but what’s that delicious aroma? I can’t figure out its taste…” Karrie sniffles licking around her lips.

“Rum-flavored chocolate. I hope Mike will like it.” Eric clicks with his tongue.

“Or rather a chocolate cake-flavored barrel of rum, concerning the smell…” I remark, closing quickly the fridge before I get drunk with the intense odor.

“Okay, I think we’re ready, I only have to get a knife for the cake slicing…” he snaps with his fingers. “I’ll ask the receptionist…” he makes his way towards the door.

“Wait! Since we three are here… could we talk for a second?” I call him making him stop in his tracks.

“Okay…?” he turns back and glances surprised at me.

“Could we sit down?” I scratch nervously my upper arm and keep repeating the speech I mapped out after yesterday’s events in my head. Right after the cow incident I felt confident; the protective attitude of the guys helped me quickly forget Stone’s theatrical scene. But observing their body language during the gig I realized it’s not only about me… I was chewing on that whole night trying to recall every single word I heard and facial expression or move I saw last week. I managed to sleep like one or two hours until I got woken up by a drunk or high or who the hell knows why crazy Stone. I tried to fall asleep again but I was struggling with nightmares. Hard day’s hard night.

“Karrie, do you know what she’s about to tell?” he takes place cautiously on the edge of my bed while Karrie and I do the same on that of Karrie.

“No idea but I assume, we learn that within a few minutes…”

“I’ve been thinking… I’ve been thinking a lot… since I got here…” I start but get immediately interrupted by Eric.

“That’s a refreshing twist; roads aren’t famous for speculating a lot.” Eric jokes and gets rewarded by Karrie who shows the most widespread hand signal in the world to him. I suppress a smile and go on.

“I’ve been thinking about quitting.” I gabble.

“What???” they exclaim in unison.

“You’ve just arrived, what’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with us? You can’t be serious!”

“Do you still think that you can’t manage it without me? If you do, then you’re wrong, I’ve seen a few beginner roads since I’m in the business and you’re outstanding, trust me.”

“We need you…”

“You can’t do that to me…”

“I arrange you a payrise!”

“I would never forgive you that!”

Eric and Karrie attack me immediately and every time I open my mouth to explain my motivations, they cut me off yelling by turn.

“Stop, stop, stoooop!” I scream hitting my fist against the nightstan. Surprised about my outburst they both hush suddenly and blink at each other like two guilty child who got caught doing something banned.

“I still don’t feel suitable but that’s not my main reason. I… can see that the guys are already sick of touring, sometimes even sick of each other. And seeing some signs… I think my arrival added only fuel on the fire. And that’s the last thing I want… If my presence… my personality causes only debates and fights, I shouldn’t be here; it only poisons the atmosphere of the team.” I exhale loudly, relieved by having finished my thoughts finally.

“It has nothing to do with you as a person…” Karrie remarks quietly, staring in front of herself.

“Then what? You called me, asked me to join, convinced me by telling stories about a team, the Jamily which consists of friends and buddies… And okay, that’s partly true but since I’ve been here someone has always always grumpy, Stone, Jeff, sometimes Eddie… okay, mostly Stone but…”

“We should tell her.” Eric cuts in addressing Karrie.

“What should you tell me?” I furrow my eyebrows, are they concealing something from me?

“I haven’t mentioned that yet as I didn’t want to influence you decision… but at the same time of course I wanted you to accept the request…” Karrie begins unwillingly crunching her fingers.

“For God’s sake, what?”

“When I told my idea about hiring you to the guys, everybody was very supportive of it except…”

“Stone.” I finish her sentence. “Yes, I’ve already noticed that he’s the center of the tension. It would have been hard not to notice that, he’s demonstrating all the time that he hates me.” I roll my eyes.

“He doesn’t hate you. He just hates the situation having been vetoed as a quasi band leader.” Karrie explains.

“But the band consists of five members, not to mention the staff, is he a fuckin’ despot, or what?

“No, of course not but he’s kind of pissed off when he can’t convince the others about his ideas… which usually doesn’t last as long as this time, I have to admit that. And I’m kind of helpless but I still believe you should stay…”

“And if I stayed, how should I behave? Should I always hide in my hotel room or in my bunk bed to avoid possible conflicts? He jumps at me for anything I say or do. He hates me, he does.”

“He doesn’t hate you! He just decided to find you insufferable before meeting you! ... Okay, that sounded better in my head.” Eric snickers awkwardly.

“So what you’re trying to say is that being convinced about his infallibility and paranoid about his role in the band, he labeled me as an unsuitable, unbearable, childish, prude and unviable piece of shit without really getting to know me?” I count the attributes on my fingers.

“Exactly!!! You see, it’s not as bad as you thought!” Eric cheers with a bright smile. “Okay, I’m just kidding, the guy is nuts but since you’re anything but what you’ve just mentioned, you could handle him if you weren’t so scared of him.”

“I’m not scared… I just didn’t want him to drive everyone crazy. And I thought he was basically my boss and employees usually aren’t allowed to talk back…”

“He’s not your boss. We… and they all are the employees of the management, and nobody in or around Pearl Jam can be treated like this. So here I ask you… I demand you to speak up for yourself and if he keeps messing with you, I’m going to have a talk with him. Are we okay?” He smiles encouraging, although I’m not lacking for courage. So here we are… The last hints of doubt about Stone’s possible feelings evaporate immediately from my thoughts and get replaced by anger. I can barely answer without shouting.

“We’re okay.” I respond with a cold smile.

“Great. Don’t be late for the party!” he ruffles my hair and leaves the room.

I slowly glance at Karrie who stares back speechless, probably knowing the impact of Eric’s words on me. I flash a devilish grin at her and walk in the bathroom. I turn on the cold water in the shower cabin and began to rub my skin with the sponge as roughly as I can. Let’s prepare for that party!

#pearljam #fanfiction #fanfic #pearl jam #eddie vedder #stone gossard #jeff ament #mike mccready #dave abbruzzese

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in love [r.t.]

Request: I’m actually combining two requests for this one y’all. They’re both anon requests and go a little something like “yooo could you maybe do a richie x reader set later in high school?? Like the reader is Bill’s sister and he doesn’t know that she and Richie are together until he (and the Losers) catch them like making out or something?? gracias” and “can you do a richie x reader fic where the reader is secretly in love with him, and he flirts with other girls so she gets upset & distances herself from him and he gets upset about it, so she comes clean about her feelings? just something a little angsty & fluffy?”

Also, this is a secret santa gift for @the-im-ghey. I hope you enjoy!!!

Also, this takes place a few years later. Like at 16 or 17 :)

Warning: make out session!!! Remember, both reader AND Richie are like 17 in this!!

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and sigh in exasperation as you sat down next to Mike. The Losers had agreed to meet up at the diner after school to celebrate Mike’s latest win as football captain.

When you arrived however, you were shocked to see your usual spot being taken up by Richie, who was smirking smugly as he sat in your spot, his arms wrapped around some blonde girl’s waist as she sat in his lap. Grumbling softly, you slid in next to Mike, smiling widely and placing a kiss on his cheek as you congratulated him.

Richie’s smirk dropped at your actions, a frown spreading across his face. Meeting Beverly’s gaze, he scoffed when she wiggled her eyebrows and tilted her head in your direction, attracting Bill’s attention. Bill simply glared at the girl on Richie’s lap before looking at him and shaking his head in disappointment.

Everybody knew that you and Richie had a thing for each other, ever since the whole Pennywise fiasco a few years back. The incident at Neibolt had both scarred you and revealed feeling that neither of you had acknowledged before then. Richie knew his feelings were mutual, yet he didn’t know how to deal with them. You were ‘Big Bill’s’ twin sister. You were kind and smart and fearless, how could he ever be good enough for you? So Richie handled his feelings in a different way and although he was not proud of his actions, he became Derry High’s biggest playboy.

Thank god puberty had been kind to him.

You, on the other hand, were completely convinced that the glasses-wearing Trashmouth had no feelings for you whatsoever. Especially when you saw him with a new girl sitting on his lap every other day as they made out.

To the rest of the Losers, Richie’s actions were doing nothing except causing unnecessary drama and pissing Bill off. Bill knew just how much it hurt you whenever Richie showed up to a gathering with a new girl hanging off his arm or whenever he blatantly flirted with whatever new girl was dying for his attention.

In fact, all of the Losers could see the sadness on your face whenever Richie placed that charming grin on his face and wooed another girl off her feet and straight into his lap. Likewise, they could see the heartbreaking expression on Richie’s face when Mike slung an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his side, smiling down at you as you grinned up at him.

They could also see the frown deepen when you snuggled closer into Mike’s side, stealing some of his fries as he pouted jokingly.

The Losers spent the rest of the evening rolling their eyes as you kept stealing everyone’s food and Richie made out nonstop with the girl, all the while wishing she was you.

“Hey Kim,” you greeted your locker neighbor quietly. The brunette girl simply smiled back in greeting. “I was wondering if I could see your chemistry homewo-”

“Well hello beautiful,” you were cut off by Richie, who leaned against your locker and smiled down at Kim, effectively shutting your locker door.

You and Kim scoffed in unison, rolling your eyes as you proceeded to turn around and walk away. Kim handed you her science homework right as Richie caught up to you guys, slinging his arm around Kim’s shoulders and looking her up and down.

“C’mon Kim. A beauty like you, me, a nice dinner, maybe a walk in the park,” Richie rattled off, giving her that charming grin he was known for.

Kim threw her head back and laughed. “Cute, Tozier. Really. But no.”

Richie grinned. “Playing hard to get huh? How about we find an empty classroom and I can give you a preview of what can happen if you accept that date?”

You rolled your eyes as you felt your heart drop into your stomach. You breathed in deeply before saying a small ‘thank you’ to Kim and rushing off, trying not to let your frustrations get the best of you.

Kim looked after you and shook her head before looking up at Richie. “Listen, you’re hot okay? It’s a fact. But you can’t keep doing this.“

“Doing what?” Richie mumbled, his eyes never leaving you.

Kim simply snorted and ducked away from his arm. “Good luck with her Tozier.”

Richie spun around when he heard slow clapping coming from behind him. The Losers stood there, Beverly clapping sarcastically as the rest of them looked at him in disappointment.

“Wow Richie,” Beverly stepped forwards. “How dense are you?”

“What do you mean!” The curly-haired boy exclaimed, glancing after you yet again.

“I mean,” Beverly continued. “Are you really so stupid that you can’t see that our dear (Y/N) is totally in love with you?”

Richie laughed humorlessly. “Please Bev. She likes me, it’s not like the girl is in love with me.”

Richie’s laughter died down as the Losers failed to meet his gaze. Sobering up, he looked to Bill. “Right?”

Eddie met his gaze and nudged Bill forwards, motioning for him to address the tall, lanky boy.

“W-well Richie,” Bill began. “It turns o-o-out that (Y/N) has a-a-actually been…fond of you f-f-for a while.”

“What?” Richie whispered.

“For goodness sake,” Eddie exclaimed, pushing Bill out of the way. “The girl is in love with you and we all know that you’re in love with her so man up and tell her how you feel already!”

Richie’s eyes widened at Eddie’s words and he slowly turned and trudged away, stuffing his hands into his pocket.

“Do you think we should have told him?” Ben asked, turning to look at Bill.

“I-I-I’m not sure, b-b-but at least now he k-k-knows,” he stuttered, rubbing Eddie’s back as he puffed his inhaler.

The rest of the week passed by with the Losers being shocked and surprised each time they were all together.

The day after Bill and Eddie had revealed your feelings to Richie, you had all met up at the quarry. You were sitting next to Mike, feet dangling over the edge, when all of a sudden, Richie had taken the empty spot next to you, sitting dangerously close.

You inhaled sharply as your cheeks heated up and your heart beat sped up, trying to avoid looking at Richie’s bare torso. The rest of the afternoon had been spent with you trying not to be too obvious in checking him out and Richie leaning back on his elbows, a smirk on his face as he noticed your burning cheeks.

The Losers all looked on in amusement.

The next moment had been in the diner, where instead of being seated at your usual booth, the Losers had decided to sit at another, slightly smaller booth. With not enough space to accommodate all of you, you had been forced to snuggle up against Richie, his arm slung around your waist as he held you in place. Your cheeks had been burning and although you couldn’t tell, Richie’s stomach had been flipping around nonstop as he smiled down at you softly.

It wasn’t until you noticed his eyes trailing Kim’s figure that you remembered that he had no feelings for you whatsoever.

“Guys!” Richie cried, catching up to Bill and Stan as they entered the school.

“What do you want, Richie?” Stan greeted, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“W-why has (Y/N) been avoiding me?” Richie asked meekly.

Bill and Stan exchanged uncertain glances as they mulled over Richie’s question.

“What? What’s going on?” Richie asked.

“W-w-well,” Bill began.

“(Y/N), well actually all of us, saw you checking out Kim at the diner. She noticed, thinks you don’t like her, and now she’s avoiding you,” Stan cut Bill off.

“What!” Richie cried, running his hands through his hair. “Oh no. Guys I fucked up. I fucked up real bad. Please help me out. God I can’t lose her.”

Bill and Stan exchanged uncertain looks once more before looking at Richie and nodding.

“Do y-y-you really l-l-like her Rich?” Bill asked uncertainly, his eyes showing just how tired he was of Richie’s playboy actions.

Richie bit his lip as his cheeks burned red. “I fucking love her Bill.”

Bill and Stan’s eyes widened as they looked at the taller boy, not knowing how to respond.

“Alright Trashmouth,” Stan sighed. “We’ll help you.”

Bill and Stan enlisted the help of the other Losers in order to get your attention, which all failed in varying ways. Eventually, Bill had decided that it was just better for Richie to talk to you at his house, and gave him a specific time and place to be there.

You, on the other hand, were completely unaware of what was happening and seeing as how there was no school to worry about on the weekends, you were dressed up in your comfiest pair of shorts and a loose long-sleeved t-shirt.

You were occupied in the kitchen, looking for the few slices of leftover pizza that you and Bill had saved from dinner the previous night. When your head popped up, you saw Richie staring at you as he casually sat on your couch.

“Hey hot stuff,” the boy merely grinned. “What a surprise to see you here.”

Your eyebrow raised on instinct and you couldn’t help the snort that escaped from you. “Really? That’s weird considering I live here.”

Richie’s cheeks flushed as he looked around awkwardly, only stopping and letting out a low whistle once you stepped out form behind the fridge.

“Damn Denbrough,” he mumbled, looking at your legs shamelessly. “You’ve been hiding those nice looking pair of legs from us for too long. But I bet they’d look better wrapped around my-”

“Okay, Richie!” you cut the boy off, knowing that what was going to come out of his mouth next was the very reason as to why he had earned the nickname ‘Trashmouth’.

You stood awkwardly by the microwave as your pizza heated up, proceeding to dart upstairs when the microwave dinged.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” Richie’s voice called out, causing you to stop at the bottom of the stairs.

You turned around slowly, plastering an innocent look on your face as you craned your neck to look at Richie. “What do you mean?”

Richie let out an exasperated groan, throwing his head back. “Don’t give me that bullshit! I know you like me and I know you’ve been avoiding me and I want to know why!”

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment at Richie’s words, and you quickly turned and made your way upstairs. You could hear Richie muttering curses as he followed you up the stairs and into you room.

“(Y/N), wait!”

You twirled around, face flaming as you glared at Richie. “What do you want Richie? You want me to confess? Fine, gosh! I’m in love with you, happy? I’ve been avoiding you because god knows I can’t handle seeing you with a different girl on your lap each fucking day.”

You huffed, glancing at Richie only to see his mouth agape as he stared at you, his large glasses sliding down his nose in a slow, almost comical way.

You scoffed before turning back around and placing your plate down on your nightstand. “Now you know. So you can just go and fuck yourse-”

Richie cut you off as he turned you around and pressed his lips against yours almost frantically.

“I’m in love you too,” he mumbled against your lips. You leaned back slightly, searching his face for any indication that he was lying, and finding none. He stared right back at you, a moment of silence passing between the both of you before you hurriedly leaned in once more, lips meeting in a rough, heated kiss.

Your arms trailed up his torso, circling his neck as you pulled him closer to you. Richie simply pushed you back softly, laying you down on your bed and climbing on top of it (and you) when your legs bumped against the bedframe.

The kiss was all teeth and tongue and so utterly Richie that you couldn’t help but get lost in the sensation, wrapping your legs around his legs absentmindedly as you pulled him closer.

Richie pulled away briefly, chuckling breathlessly.

“What?” you questioned, slightly confused at his actions.

A lazy smirk made its way onto his face, causing your heart to skip a beat, especially when he leaned in closer.

“I told you your legs would look fucking fantastic wrapped around my waist,” Richie whispered, lips skimming your jaw.

You rolled your eyes as you unwrapped your legs. “Beep beep Richie.”

Richie merely grinned before meeting your lips once more. Your hands found their way into his curls as he started kissing your neck, messing them up even more than they already were. Just as Richie began to leave a dark bruise on your neck, you were interrupted by a gasp.

“Oh my…”

The soft voice trailed off and both you and Richie shot up straight, meeting the shocked gazes of the Losers.

Ben was the one who had spoken, and was now blushing and looking at the ground as he avoided eye contact. Beverly and Mike were biting their lip to keep from giggling uncontrollably at the sight in front of them while Eddie was staring, wide-eyed, at the two of you.

Bill on the other hand, was stuttering like crazy, trying to find the words to say as Stan rubbed his back, trying to calm the blue-eyed boy.

“R-R-Richie! This was n-n-not what I meant w-w-when I told you to c-c-confess your feelings!” Bill stuttered, causing Stan to snort at his words.

A shit eating grin spread across Richie’s face as he glanced at Bill and then at you. “Maybe not but I’m sure as hell glad I decided to do it this way.”

((The rest of the Losers had to physically restrain Bill and keep him away from Richie for the rest of the week.))

to my secret santa, i really hope you like this and i hope that it was what you were expecting! i hope your holidays go well and that you enjoy your days relaxing and getting enough rest <3 once again, i hope you enjoy this little story i wrote :))) ~N.

#richie #tozier #richie tozier #richie x reader #richie tozier x reader #the losers club #the losers club x reader #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #stan uris #stanley uris #eddie kaspbrak #it #it (2017)#it movie 2017 #finn wolfhard

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