#fucking look at him he's so stupid all goofy n shit with his dumbass party hat fuck you lookin happy for go make some killing machines dork

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look at him being all happy and cute in his stupid little fucking party hat look at my boy my wife the light of my life look at him fucking go look

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Drunk n Love — Ethan Landry ★

PAIRING: Ethan x gn!reader

SUMMARY: Ethans drunk and he says some cute and lovey stuff

WARNINGS: none :)

You were walking around this stupid frat party wondering where your boyfriend went. You saw Mindy and Anika on the couch so you went to them first. “Hey guys, have you seen Ethan? I can’t find him anywhere,” you ask worriedly.

“Uhh I think he’s in the kitchen with Chad,” Mindy tells you and with a nod of your head you go to look for him. Pushing past all these sweaty people you wonder why you’re even here. Chad had convinced Ethan to go and Ethan didn’t want to go without you, he had practically begged you. You loved him but he was such a piece of work when he wanted to be.

You go to the kitchen and the first thing you see is Chad and Ethan chugging whatever’s in their red solo cups. “Heyyy Y/N!” Chad shouts as he slams his cup on the counter, clearly drunk. ‘Oh god’ you thought. You look over at Ethan who can barely stand on his own. “Chad, what have you made him drink?”

“Hey I didn’t do anyyythin’ he has a mind of his own and a very smart one too! What I do- or wait what HE does is not my fault,” he says defensively with his hands raised.

“Uh huh- right.” You go over to Ethan and put your arm around him. Fuck he was heavy. “Hiii y/n you look so pre-pretty,” he says with a hiccup. You mutter a ‘thank you eth’ and then look over at Chad, “I’m taking him home. You stay here and I’ll get your sister,” you say pointing to Chad with a stern look.

“Yeah yeah whatever mom,” he slurs and pours himself another drink.

“C’mon Eth, let’s get you home.”

“Yes ma’am.” You roll your eyes and make your way back over to where Mindy was. “Mindy! Your brother’s in the kitchen absolutely wasted I think it’s time to take everyone home.”

“Aw shit alright. Thanks, y/n.” You nod and try to get Ethan to move with you but he was too busy staring at his hands. “Ethan what the hell are you doing?”

“Look- look at my hands why are they so big? They’re like very large.” You try not to laugh and grab one of his hands. “Yeah they’re so strong now cmon let’s go home, Eth.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You have to.”

“Nuh-uh you can’t make me,” he says sticking his tongue out.

“Ethan I swear to god if you don’t move right now I will kick your ass.”

“Ooo i like you mad you look hot,” he says with a goofy smile and a giggle as he sways. “Ethan! Come on!” You’re now dragging him out of the door and he mutters an ‘okay okay’.

-

You end up finally making it to his dorm after a long walk that should’ve only been five minutes. You walk him to his room and place him on the bed. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt and jeans that probably weren’t going to be comfortable to sleep in.

“Ethan, do you have any pajamas or something more comfortable?” You ask pushing some curls out of his face.

“Mhmmm they’re in the sec- second drawer, baby.” The poor boy could barely hold his head up. You nod at him before going to the drawer and pulling out plaid blue pajama pants and grabbing a random gray t-shirt.

You sit the clothes in his lap, “Here go get dressed in the bathroom.”

“I don’t wanna get upppp,” he whines.

“Ethan I don’t wanna watch you change-“

“You’ve never had a problem beforeee,” he giggles.

“That’s when you’re sober dumbass,” You playfully push his shoulder and he falls back on the bed dramatically with a ‘so rude!’

“Fine, I’ll just turn around.” And you do so as he changes. You could hear him struggle trying to get his shirt off and wanted to laugh at him. He didn’t get drunk often, but it was slightly amusing to you when he did.

“Okay Okay im good now,” he tells you.

“Alright, let’s get you in bed,” you say and he crawls under the covers. You put a light blanket over him and kiss his head as you go to turn off the light.

“Wait-” he stops you as he gently grabs your wrist. “Are you not gonna sleep with me?” he asks with a pout.

“Ethan, I have to go.”

“Nooo! No you don’t. Can you just- just stay with me until I sleep? Please?” He says with his big brown eyes looking up at you.

“Okay, but only till you fall asleep.”

“Yayyy!!” You shush him for being too loud before you’re under the covers with him. He turns so his back isn’t facing you anymore and instead he wraps his arms around you while his chin is on top of your head.

“Hey Y/n?”

“Yeah Ethan?”

“You know I love you right. I love you a lot and thank you for takin ca- caare of me. You’re a good partner.”

“I love you too and you’re welc-“

He cuts you off, “I’m gonna marry you some day, did you know? We’re gonna have a weddin a faancy one too,” he smiles to himself.

You’re stunned for a moment before the biggest smile is across your face. You’re about to respond but you see he already closed his eyes and was ready to sleep. You lay there with him not wanting to get up and decided you were going to stay there all night.

Even though he probably wouldn’t remember this tomorrow, you would, and you’d treasure the memory.

That boy has your whole heart.

this sucksss but I love him so much :( AND IM SORRY GUYS ILL WORK ON REQUESTS TMR!!

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Gross

Richie Tozier x Reader

summary: Y/N likes Richie so much its gross. 

Inspiration: Gross by Olivia Rodrigo 

warnings: literally just pure fluff, cursing we know who this is about 

word count: 2.1k 

The bass was heavy and loud, the people were insufferably packed together. Y/N was a really good friend, or so she kept telling herself, for coming to this party just to appease Bev. Ever since they met at a bookstore, they had gotten really close-despite living in two different towns. Y/N maneuvered her way through the swarm of people. She turned the corner into the living room and spotted her red headed friend in the corner alongside the group, she had heard called themselves ‘The Losers Club’. Her elbows starting jamming into people as she finally crossed the threshold of people and practically fell into the arms of one, Richie Tozier.

“Well, well, well. It appears that you’ve fallen for me.” Y/N let out a chuckle at the response. His brown eyes, goofy little grin and messy, curly hair did manage to melt her heart just a little bit in that moment.

“So, Y/N, you’ve met Richie.” Bev said as she pulled her from Richie’s arms and into a hug. The two stand swaying for a second before Y/N releases herself from the hug. She couldn’t help but notice the six set of eyes staring at her.

“Jesus guys, would it kill you to interact with her instead of stare.” Bev pulled Y/N’s back to her chest and looked toward the group. “You guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Ben, Bill, Mike, Stan, Eddie and Richie.” She pointed at each one as they were introduced.

“Ni-Ni-Nice to me-meet you, Y/N.” Bill said waving to her. Y/N and the group got acquainted a little before they all started breaking off in sections, leaving Richie and Y/N alone.

“Hey.” Y/N said breaking the awkward ‘silence’. “I don’t know this house at all, could you guide me to the kitchen for something to drink?”

“Of course m’lady.” He said taking on one of his many accents. He lightly grabbed her hand and dragged her through some people and into the kitchen. The girl somehow found a water bottle amidst the copious amounts of alcohol.

“Come on, not even one drink?” Richie said leaning in to shout over the music, their faces coming extremely close.

“No sir, I have to drive home tonight. Who’s your lucky DD?”

“Stan the Man Uris.” Richie slurred together slightly. He wasn’t drunk, but he wasn’t quite sober either. Y/N let out an ‘Ah’ in response. She noticed how many eyes were now spent looking at her and Richie.

“Hey Richie?”

“Yes my darling angel?” The nickname made her blush, but she had a bigger thing to focus on.

“Why is every girl in the room staring at you?”

“Oh…Uhh…well you see, I made a joke to some gullible ass freshman that I had a 12 inch wang and he’s started telling everyone. Now the class clown is somehow becoming the class arm candy. I just want it to stop.”

“What if we made them stare for another reason?”

“You got an idea?”

“Two, first off how do you feel about slapping?”

“Please don’t slap me.”

“Okay, what about pretending we’re gonna go hook up?”

“Now we don’t have to pretend if you don’t want to-“ She shoved his arm.

“Richie, do you want it to stop or not?”

“What should I do?”

“I’m gonna get really, really close.” She said as she pressed her body flush with his. Her face was centimeters away from his, she pulled his face down so that she could whisper into his ear. “Now wrap your arms around my waist and pull me closer. Start talking about something random and just ignore what I am doing.” She pulled back just slightly as to start making eye contact. Her stomach was a flutter with butterflies and the proximity. His arms wrapped around her and snuggly brought her closer to him. He began jabbering about something stupid Eddie had said earlier that day about your hand getting chopped off while it’s out the car window. To sell the point to ones close enough to see, which considering how dense the party was was a lot of people, she kept glancing between his eyes and his lips while he was talking. After a few minutes past, she pulled him down to whisper again.

“Is it working?” She watched as his eyes lightly glazed the room and shook his head no. She cursed to herself. Richie’s eyes lit up with an idea, and his arms squeezed her tighter into him.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” Richie leaned down to whisper into her ear. He leans back and Y/N shakes her head yes. He gently grabs her chin and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. They stay kissing for a brief span before pulling apart. He leaned into her ear and said “If I get you to the front door, can we go out to your car?” All Y/N did in response was grab his hand. He lead her to the door, and she led him the rest of the way. Once they get to her car, she lets her head fall against the headrest on the seat.

“Oh my god it’s so much nicer out here.” She let out with a chuckle.

“You can say that again.” Richie said in the same manner. “Thank you for back there by the way, I just needed to get the fuck out of there.”

“Oh yeah, no worries. What should we do about Bev and the boys?”

“I figured that when they can’t find us, they’ll come looking. In the meantime, we could hangout…that is if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” Y/N said with a beaming smile. And from that day on, they hung out as much as they physically could. Their weird fake relationship blossomed into a wonderful friendship and then a very real relationship. For nearly 3 months, the pair had seen each other at least five times in a week. Whether that meant Richie driving the 45 minutes to her or vice versa. It was a lot, and it was expensive but they didn’t care. They were having fun and loving where they were.

Y/N was hanging a new photo of her and Richie on her wall by her bed, as Richie watched idly on her bed. His eyes wandered around the walls and furniture at all the different photos and keepsakes she had kept. While most of the photos were of either him, or the two together, he didn’t feel narcissistic in loving how her room looked. He loved it just because it was hers.

“So tell me my darling angel, how was school today?”

“Fine.”

“No Y/N. We’re not doing this bullshit today. What happened?”

“Nothing, just this dumb bitch Penelope C.”

“God, I hate that Penelope C piece of shit.” He said, matching her same angered tone.

“Rich, you don’t even know her babe.”

“I trust your opinion of her, if you hate her, I fucking despise her.” Y/N grabbed her boyfriends face wasting no time in making out with him. She pulls back and just looks at him stunned.

“Why was that the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me?”

“What can I say? I know what drives the ladies crazy.”

“I’m sure of it.” She said sarcastically. Richie did his signature puppy dog eyes, and her icy heart was thawed. She gave him one more peck to the lips, and then began placing pecks scattered all over his face. He grabbed her by her hips and flipped her to be beneath him. He began tickling her relentlessly. Her laughter filled the room, yet also drained her. She pried him off of her. The two lay side by side, heads turned to make eye contact.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/N.” Richie said. Y/N moved her head closer and gave him one more soft kiss.

Music softly filled the car. Richies hand was placed gently in Y/N’s lap, his thumb absentmindedly grazes her leg. Her eyes were wandering, looking at each driveway, house, mailbox and road. One day, hopefully, her and Richie would be driving to their own house. They would pull into the driveway and go inside to see their pets or their kids. Her future with him seemed bright. A wide smile creeped across her face as did a light blush.

“What’s got you so smiley?” Richie said, glancing away from the road to look at her.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“You were thinking about me huh?”

“Yeah…” Y/N said embarrassed.

“Tell me all the dirty little details, my darling angel.” He said cockily, smirking towards the road.

“Ugh, Richie don’t be gross. I wasn’t thinking about that.”

“I’m sorry, but is it so hard to believe that my hot girlfriend is thinking about her incredibly sexy boyfriend?”

“Oh shut the hell up.” She said through her laughter. He started faintly laughing with her.

“What were you really thinking about?”

“Just about what it would be like to have a future together. And what it would be like to drive to a home of our own with things of our own.”

“You really want a future with me?”

“Of course I do.”

“I can’t wait for it then.” He said smiling, transferring his hand from her thigh to her hand. He gave her hand a light squeeze. They drove in comfortable silence for a moment, before Y/N had the idea to stir the pot.

“Oh and Richie?”

“Yeah?”

“Think of all the sex we could have in a house of our own.” She said with a smirk as they pulled into her driveway.

Bev wandered around Y/N’s room as she was chaotically putting away her laundry all over her room.

“Jesus, everywhere I turn, there’s Richie.” Bev said breaking the silence, making Y/N giggle to herself. “You really like that dumbass don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.” Y/N stopped for a moment to think about Richie Tozier before continuing,“I can’t help but think and talk about him all the time. He makes me feel so safe and loved, and he always makes me laugh harder than anyone else. I want everything from him- the highs, the lows, and everything in between. I want to tell him everything about my day and i want to hear about the trivial shit he talks about like the traffic coming to see me or what bill did at lunch that day. I like him so so much. I lo-love him.”

“Yeah, it’s kinda gross.” Bev joked with Y/N. “I’m happy for ya Y/N/N, as annoying as he is, he is a really good guy.”

“God, he is so annoying… but it’s kinda why I love him.” The girls continued their night as planned, but the thoughts of how Y/N felt about Richie never left.

As soon as Bev left her house early the next morning, she hopped in her car and went over to Richie’s house. Bev always had to leave super early because of her dad, so Y/N knew she couldn’t just knock on the Tozier’s door. She climbed her way up a tree and across some of Richie’s roof in order to knock on his window. A shirtless and boxer clad Richie came the window groggily.

“What are you doing here darling angel? It’s fucking 7 am.” He said, rubbing his eyes and through a yawn.

“I just really gotta talk to you.” His eyes widened at that sentence. He ushered her in and onto his bed. She sat for a few seconds and then stood up to pace a small line.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” Richie said.

“I just…I like you so much it’s gross.” Y/N said looking right at him. “And you were right.” She said with a roll of the eyes and a light stamp of her foot.

“What? What do you mean ‘I’m right’?”

“That very first night we met, hell the very first moments we met. You were right, I did fall for you.”

“Y/N…” Richie said quietly, coming up to bring his body flush to hers, just the moment at the party.

“I love you Richie.”

“I love you so fucking much Y/N.” He said, pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. Y/N sure was glad he was the one she gave her heart to.

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Explanations

Pairing :Jake x Reader

Word Count: 1,370

Warnings: none

Jake slammed the door behind him and threw the keys on the kitchen counter, making you jump. He never behaved like this, so it was a shock when he did so. Throughout the entire drive back home he’d been silent, which wasn’t unusual for him but under the circumstances you knew it was a different kind of silence. One that kept you on the edge of your seat. You fucked up. You knew that. And Jake wasn’t the type to get pissed off, but that’s exactly what you did to him tonight. You turned around and looked into his eyes-they were dark.

You weren’t the type to get plastered during a party but this time you were having a really good time, all the Greta guys were there with their girlfriends, the music was good and you decided to go out on the dancefloor with Jita and MacKenzie. The three of you were having a great time with some old Rihanna song playing in the background, you already having a drink or two. You saw Jake in the booth, with the guys, eyeing you from his seat, a (non-alcoholic, since he’d be the one driving both of you back) beer in his hand, a small smile playing on the edge of his lips. He looked particularly good tonight- he had on his black jeans, a sleeveless Church of Rock and Roll shirt and a collection of necklaces resting on his collarbones. He looked absolutely breath-taking. As always. You sauntered up to him, breathless and thirsty- “Wanna come dance with me?”-you gently hooked your fingers on the edge of his shirt, pulling him towards you. He rested his hands on your hips and squeezed them, “Nah, you go and have fun. I’ll stay with the guys”. You kissed his cheek and ran back out on the dancefloor. After about 20 minutes you went to get a drink with the girls-

“Hey, can I buy you a drink?”-a tall, blonde man smiled down lazily at you.

“Ah thanks, I’m getting mine in a sec, actually”- you smiled politely, motioning towards the bar.

“Alright, sure...Hey, I love your tattoo”, he nodded at your collarbone.

“Thanks, -you grinned-” it's a Sylvia Plath novel, “The Bell Jar”? -you sipped your drink, looking around. Jake met your eyes and smiled a little but kept his eyes on the man in front of you.

“I have this one. It’s an inside joke with my brother”- he rolled up his sleeve, you chuckled reading the silly quote and traced the tattoo with your fingers-” I like it”.

****

You looked up, her sweet smile sending a shiver down your spine.

“Jake, what’s up? -” Danny followed your eyes-” Dude, come on, you know Y/N would never-”

“I know. I just don’t like that guy being so close to her. Look at him, all smiles and shit,”-Jake growled.

“She’s with you, dumbass. You gotta chill”, -Sam laughed. You knew she’d never do anything to hurt you. She was everything you’d wanted in a partner: she was gorgeous, had the best laugh and you loved the way she’d rock out to karaoke like she didn’t care about her voice but most of all- she cared about you. She made you feel safe. It was something you could feel in every kiss, every touch and action. But right now, you were so blinded by jealousy, you weren’t thinking straight. Shoving the nearly empty bottle of beer away from you, you made your way towards her.

****

“Hey babe. What’cha doin’?”- he wrapped his arm around your shoulders possessively, squeezing them slightly. Was he jealous? -” Nothing. Just talking. This is Shawn. He’s a big Greta fan”- you gestured towards the man in front of you. He was beaming.  

“Oh, yeah? Were you at last night’s concert?”

“Ah, no. Tickets were sold out in two minutes!”

“Aw, that’s too bad, man”- you swear you could see a smirk playing on his lips.

“Do you mind if I get a photo with you?”- Shawn smiled.

“Actually, me and my girlfriend here, whom you’ve had the pleasure of talking to for the past twenty minutes- we got friends to entertain. So uh, sorry man”, you looked at your boyfriend, with your mouth agape. In all the years you’ve know him, he never declined a photo with a fan. Ever. And he was always gracious towards all of them. Now he just seemed pissed, his mouth set into a rigid line, arm still around you. He spun you around towards the booth without letting you finish your drink.

“Jake, what the hell? Why were you so rude?”- you smacked him on his stomach.

“I wasn’t. He was the one being too close to you,” God, he really was jealous. “And you didn’t even- I don’t wanna talk about this right now”-he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know what? You’re right. I don’t either. I wanna go home. Now. You’re being ridiculous, you know that?”-you half growled.

“Who should go home? The nights still young!”-Sam practically half yelled, Joy putting a hand over his mouth.  

“We are. It’s been a long night”- Jake sighed, closing his eyes.  You scoffed, detaching yourself from his grip and grabbing your purse from the couch. “Bye guys, see you soon”- you hugged them all goodbye and faked a smile. Josh sent you a look.  

Storming out of the bar, you heard him call your name twice, then cursing.

Slamming the passenger door shut, you glared at him-the alcohol only fuelling your anger.  

“What’s your damn problem? That guy didn’t mean anything. He was just being nice! And he liked the band. You saw how happy he was!”

“Damn it, Y/N. Why do you always have to be so naive? He was flirting! I saw the way he looked at you. Like you were a piece of meat”- he squeezed the wheel harder.

“God, Jake. We were just talking! I wasn’t going to jump on him! This conversation is ridiculous”- you slammed your hand on the door handle, making him jump. You were rarely angry.

Now the two of you, fuming, sat in silence, the street lamps illuminating your faces every few second.

****

Jake slammed the door behind him and threw the keys on the kitchen counter. His eyes were dark.

“You don’t understand. I can’t-”-he groaned, brushing his hair back with his hand,” I can’t stand it when I see you with someone else". You laughed. This was ridiculous. Three years together and the man you saw yourself spending the rest of your life with was saying this. You thought he always trusted you. Knew that you only saw him.  

“That’s why I got so angry. He’s all...six feet tall and stuff, just flirting with you-” you took a few steps towards him and put your hands on his chest.  

“You honestly think I would want him? I want you, idiot. I don’t care about your height. Or weight or whatever else that’s bothering you. You’re perfect to me. Your stupid laugh and smile. Just those two things alone make my heart swell with pride because you’re mine”. He looked at you, a huge smile stretching on his lovely face.  

“Yeah? What else you like about me?”- he peered down, brining your hands up to his lips, kissing each finger lovingly.

“Love, "you corrected him, “well, your silky hair. Your goofiness, your ability to make everyone smile-even when you’re not trying! Your sense of style is better than mine, look at you! And how talented you are”- you giggled- “An absolute rock god”- he chuckled, picking you up and throwing you onto the couch, sending you into a fit of giggles. Jake wrapped his arms around you, sighing.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m just jealous. I can’t help it. But it won’t happen again- I swear. I was such an ass about this.”- he whispered, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen into your face. You smiled up at him, kissing his nose.  

“It’s alright. You're forgiven. How about a hot bath?”-you raised your eyebrows.

“I’ll start it. You get the wine”- he called, already running to the bathroom like a little kid.

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Hate to Love You Part 9

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Playlist for shits and gigs if you care

Summary:  You and Jimmy have never gotten along. To say you hated each other would be an understatement. But when a night at a party takes an unexpected turn, things between the two of you change forever. Word Count: 2,240

Warnings:alcohol, like smut adjacent lmao 

The days following your fight with Jimmy sucked. There was no other way around it. You felt so stupid, wondering how you ever let yourself believe that Jimmy actually cared about you. Most of all, it hurt. It really fucking hurt. 

To make matters worse, Brady was suspicious. You went totally MIA for a little over a week, needing time for yourself. As much as you loved Brady, he was tied to Jimmy and you just didn’t want that reminder. Eventually, however, you answered his calls because he was getting worried and you didn’t want to totally freak him out. 

“Did something happen between you and Jimmy?” Brady asked. You were grateful this was happening over the phone so you didn’t have to regulate your facial expressions.

“No why would this have anything to do with Jimmy,” you lied, curious if Jimmy had told him what was going on. If he did he was going to fucking hear it from you.

“I don’t know, I thought things were getting better with you two and now...” his voice trailed off.

“No Brady it’s not like that,” you sighed. You were trying not to get annoyed, but these were exactly the questions you didn’t want to answer right now. You knew that Brady was coming from a good place, and you appreciated his concern, so that kept you from snapping at him. “It’s just I- it was a guy I was talking to. I thought we were on the same page but we weren’t and he’s a total ass. Just kinda been nursing a broken heart I guess.” That was kind of true, you supposed.

“Do I know this dude? Because I’ll kick his ass for you,” Brady replied, making you laugh. Yeah he’s your fucking roommate, you thought bitterly. 

“No,” you replied, “Just some idiot I met through Tinder.” 

“Well shit I’m sorry y/n,” Brady said, “You deserve better than some shitty Tinder guy. It’s his loss.”

“Yeah that’s what I keep telling myself.”

“Good because it’s true,” Brady affirmed, “I’m not a broken heart expert, but I think a night out with friends could help. What do you say? Come out with me tonight?”

“I don’t know Brady,” you replied. If he was going out, Jimmy was coming with him and you were not ready for that.

“Come on y/n,” Brady playfully whined, “Jimmy’s back home for the weekend and Gracia’s still in Minnesota. I’m going stir crazy over here.” Jimmy wasn’t going to be there? That made things different, and a night out would be fun...

“So it would just be us?” you confirmed.

“Well I was gonna invite Kevin too, if that okay?” Brady asked.

“More than okay, it will be good to see Kevin again,” you replied, as a smile found your lips for the first time in a while. Leave it to Brady to make you feel better even after the shittiest of times. 

Later that evening you met Brady and Kevin outside a club they frequent. You were feeling better - getting dressed up did wonders for your self esteem. You looked good and for the first in awhile you felt good. Plus, the way Kevin was looking at you didn’t hurt either.

You got a drink inside, vowing to yourself it would be your only one. The last thing you needed right now was to get hammered and word vomit what’s been going on the last few weeks to Brady and Kevin.

“Man whatever guy hurt you is a dumbass,” Kevin said, joining you at the bar. He looked you up and down, in the least weird way possible. It didn’t feel creepy or anything, it was nice to have someone openly compliment you.

“You could say that again,” you muttered into your drink.

“Seriously though,” Kevin said, slinging his around your shoulder, “I’m really sorry some guy was a total dick to you. You don’t deserve that. I’m sure Brady already offered but I will totally beat him up for you if you want.”

You chuckled, if only Kevin and Brady knew the person they were so eager to beat up was their best friend. “It’s all good,” you replied, “He’s not worth the time or energy. I appreciate the sentiment though.”

“Course,” Kevin flashed a goofy, but adorable smile, “So would you wanna dance with me or is it too soon?”

“Definitely not too soon,” You smiled. However, just as the words left your mouth, a familiar face caught your eye. Jimmy.

Kevin followed your eye, smiling brightly at his friend. “Jimmy!” he exclaimed, grabbing his attention. You wished you could run away, but it was too late. He’d already seen you and you were wedged between Kevin and the bar.

“Hey Kevin, y/n,” he greeted casually. You rolled your eyes, not bothering with a response.

“I thought you were in Boston for the weekend?” Kevin asked.

Jimmy shrugged. “Sister wasn’t feeling good. Didn’t wanna risk getting sick,” he explained. That was a lie, you just knew it. It was something about his dad, but that wasn’t any of your business. Kevin nodded though, either buying the story or knowing better than to question it.

“Brady was looking for you Kev,” Jimmy said, his eyes on you.

“Did he say what he wanted?” Kevin asked. You got a sense he didn’t wanna leave your side and you were too keen on that either.

Jimmy shrugged, “Didn’t say, but he’s back there somewhere.” He pointed back to the crowded part of the club.

Kevin sighed, “I’ll be right back y/n.” His hand lingered on your arm before heading off. Jimmy stepped over in his place, trapping you.

“You and Kevin?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but he was tense.

“Are friends. Not that it is any of your business,” you answered, taking a sip of your drink. You were gonna need that to deal with him.

“Listen I know I w-”

“Save it Jimmy,” you cut him off, “I have no interest in what you have to say. You know, I really convinced myself you weren’t that bad of a guy, but boy was I wrong. You’re the asshole I always knew you were.”

Jimmy’s face shifted as you spoke. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so aggressive, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You’ve felt like absolute shit the past few days all because of him, so his feelings weren’t your top priority at the moment.

“So that’s how it’s going to be?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“What you thought you could treat me like a punching bag and come back and fuck me again? You’re fucking delusional. Do me a favor and fuck off,” you spat, returning your attention to your drink.

“You don’t know me. You have no idea wh- you know what never mind. You don’t give a fuck and neither do I.” He must have stormed off because the talking stopped. Thank god. Just moments later, Kevin returned.

“Where’s Jimmy?” he asked.

“Who knows, who cares,” you mumbled. 

“Brady didn’t even wanna see what me, what a little shit,” Kevin joked.

“You could say that again,” you said under your breath. Then you remembered what Kevin had asked you before. “I’m ready for that dance Kev.”

“Yeah, okay,” he smirked as you grabbed his hand dragging him to the dance floor. Dancing with Kevin was fun, he was afraid to be a little goofy with it and the way he smiled at you made your heart skip. You almost forgot about Jimmy... until you say him chatting up another girl.

His eyes met yours and you looked away quickly, but it was too late. He knew you saw him and now he was going to make a show of it to piss you off. Well two could play that game. As he wrapped his arms around the girl, you pulled Kevin closer you. Jimmy’s hands ghosted over her boobs, you tilted your head back letting Kevin kiss your neck. You were each trying to one up each other by getting more and more intimate with your partner. 

Finally Jimmy went in for the kill, kissing the girl. He kept his eyes opened, locked right on you. You weren’t about to lose, you grabbed Kevin, pressing your lips to his. So there you were, in a stare down with Jimmy across a crowded club as you both made out with someone else.

Wait what the hell am I doing?

You suddenly snapped back to reality. It was hitting you how much it sucked to see Jimmy kiss another girl even though you wanted so badly not to care. On top of that, you felt like a total dick for kind of using Kevin. 

You jumped back abruptly, “I have to go.”

“Wait I’m sorry I didn’t me-”

“No it’s not you I-” you were struggling to find the right words, “Fuck I’m sorry I just have to go.” You ran out without another word, refusing to look at Jimmy again. You didn’t know what would be worse to see: his cocky triumphant grin or him still kissing that girl.

That night you didn’t sleep well. You kept seeing Jimmy kissing her every time you closed your eyes. It was torture. You just wanted to forget everything that ever happened with him.Of course, it couldn’t be that easy.

A knock at the door pulled you from your sulking the next morning. You wondered who could possibly be at your door that early in the morning. Okay it wasn’t that early, but early enough that it seemed bizarre. Part of you wondered if it was Jimmy trying to pull some shit after last night, so you braced for the worst.

You were met with a surprise, however, and a nice one at that. It was Kevin, and he brought flowers.

“Hey,” he said shyly.

“Hey,” you replied, relaxing against the door, “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I know I’m sorry. I don’t know, I just kinda felt bad about last night,” Kevin explained.

“Kev, I should be the one apologizing to you. I ran out on you like a crazy person,” you replied.

Kevin shook his head, “I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. With everything that happened with that guy. I pushed you too fast.”

“I’m pretty sure I kissed you,” you teased, “But seriously, you have nothing to be sorry for. You probably won’t believe me, but I did enjoy it.” It wasn’t a lie, Kevin was a good kisser.

“I’m happy about that,” he flashed a soft smile, “I guess I just wanted to make sure we were going to be okay... I meant if there even is a we I don’t mean to b-”

“Kiss me,” you cut him off.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah Kevin, kiss me. I won’t run this time, I promise,” you replied. You needed to know if there was anything between you two or if that was just a one time thing. Kevin didn’t need anymore convincing. He stepped into your place, dropping the flowers to wrap his arms around you and pull you in.

Okay, it definitely wasn’t a fluke. Kissing Kevin was nice. It was easy for things to escalate. One minute his hand was sliding in your hair in the door way and the next he was sliding down your pants on your bed. It all happened so quickly, yet you kind of felt like you were moving in slow motion. 

Is this really happening? Am I really sleeping with Jimmy’s best friend.

The answers to both those questions were yes. And it was good, Kevin was really good. He was somehow bigger than Jimmy, but he was good enough with his mouth that it was a pretty easy fit. He made you cum three times before letting himself get off. God and the fucking smile he gave you after. Like he liked you, really liked you. It was certainly different from your hook ups with Jimmy.

But a good different? You didn’t really know. Yeah, it was great sex, but... something was missing. You couldn’t quite but your finger on it but it just wasn’t the same. Maybe it was because you were just so used to the hate sex that anything else was throwing you off. It was a good enough excuse for yourself now. 

It was nice enough that you were interested in more. It could take a little time to get Jimmy fully out of your system, but you thought Kevin could help with that. He was always so sweet to you, giving him a chance couldn’t hurt.

“You know I didn’t just come over here for sex,” Kevin nudged you, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Could have fooled me,” you teased, nudging him back. 

“I know we did this a little backwards, but I’d love to take you on a date. If you want to that is,” Kevin replied, nerves peaking through in his voice. It was sweet.

“I’d like that a lot,” you smiled, giving him a quick kiss.

“Awesome,” he beamed, “I gotta run to practice, but I’ll text you.” You nodded, walking Kevin to the door. You picked up the flowers he had dropped, thanking him again for them, before saying goodbye. You pressed your back against the door, breathing in the sweet scent of the flower and desperately trying to ignore the mess you surely just created.

[stansrichie]

Valentine’s Disaster

prompt: “nobody’s ever sent me a valentine before…” by @littlerose13writes and “this would never have happened if you had just read the instructions.” by @daily-prompts 

ship: reddie 

warnings: none, just fluff & some cursing

a/n: not my gif, lowercase intended 

valentine’s message: this is dedicated to @africareddie for the secret admirer gift exchange! i hope you enjoy this little story and had an amazing valentine’s day <3 // @itfandomsecretadmirers

richie wasn’t the best chef. this was blatantly obvious to everyone in the loser’s club, as well as himself, but when the loser’s club decided to throw a valentine’s day party, richie insisted on baking the cake. nobody trusted richie enough to let him bake it on his own, but they also didn’t want to tell him he couldn’t so they decided volunteering eddie as his personal babysitter for the evening would suffice, much to eddie’s protest. eddie may have had a fat crush on richie, but that doesn’t mean he wanted to witness the greatest catastrophe of the year alone with the trashmouth himself. 

“hey richie, i don’t think you’re doing it right,” eddie said, peering into the large bowl that contained a multitude of ingredients that probably hadn’t been measured properly. it looked quite a mess, honestly. 

“hey eddie, i think i know what the fuck i’m doing. i don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but i was chosen to make the cake this year. not you!” he said, whisking the mixture intensely. eddie rolled his eyes and hopped down from the counter he was sitting on. “you weren’t chosen to bake the cake this year, you complained for a week until every had enough of your whining.” 

ignoring eddie, richie continued to mix the ingredients and pour the batter into the cake pan. “alright, hand me the lighter, eds,” richie said, motioning to eddie and looking at the boy with pride. eddie looked hesitantly at the lighter and then at richie before handing it off to the taller boy. “shouldn’t you read the directions? i don’t think you’re supposed to light the cake before you bake it, richie.” richie whipped around to face eddie, the lighter twirling around in his hand as he squinted his eyes. “eddie, eddie, eddie... someone with such grace and elegance and i have doesn’t need stupid ass instructions from a fuckin $5 box we bought at walmart. i know what the hell im doing, okay, i promise. this is gonna be the best valentine’s day cake you’ve ever had,” he said, flashing the brightest smile eddie had ever seen before. 

eddie thought it was not only too late, but also pretty wild to ask richie to be his valentine. he thought richie liked him, hell, the entire loser’s club had TOLD him richie liked him... so why hadn’t richie asked HIM yet? he got richie a small gift, a little more special than what he got the others, but not big enough to be seen as anything more than best friends in case richie didn’t share the same feelings. 

“hey richie... have you ever made someone a valentine present before? or bought someone a valentine?” eddie asked, watching richie try to light the cake. it was some kind of fire chocolate lava cake, and eddie was 100% positive he wasn’t supposed to light the cake AFTER it was fucking baked.

“no, not before i met you guys. i’ve never had anyone special enough to give one to,” richie said, shrugging his shoulders and attempting once again to light the cake. “this fucking lighter won’t work, what the hell,” he groaned in frustration, shaking the lighter up and down.

 “what about when someone has sent you a valentine. you’ve never given them anything in return?” eddie questioned. eddie himself had never had many friends before the loser’s club, but he always gave his mother something for valentine’s day. 

richie turned to look at eddie, giving him a look that was mixed with confusion and almost sadness. “nobody’s ever sent me a valentine before.” eddie didn’t know how to respond except by whispering a quiet oh. “don’t worry about it eds, valentine’s day is kinda dumb anyways,” richie said, a goofy grin playing on his lips. eddies eyebrows furrowed. “you really think it’s dumb? i think it’s nice to celebrate love with someone you... love.” richie blinked and looked around the kitchen of the tozier home. “well, i mean, if you don’t think it’s dumb then it’s not dumb,” he said, a red tint taking over his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck.

 richie turned his attention back to the cake, missing the matching redness that played on eddie’s cheeks and neck. not even a moment passed before eddie heard a loud swoosh and a scream. “EDDIE FUCK OH MY GOD EDDIE HELP HELP HELP THE FUCKING COUNTER IS ON FIRE EDDIE,” richie yelled, running around in circles while searching for something to put the fire out. 

“THIS WOULD NEVER HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU HAD JUST READ THE INSTRUCTIONS YOU FUCKING DUMBASS WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING RICHIE OH MY FUCKING GOD,” eddie yelled, grabbing the hose from the sink and spraying water in all directions as richie screamed. 

“MY FUCKING CAKE EDDIE STOP YOURE GONNA RUIN MY CA-“

 “SHUT THE FUCK UP, THE CAKE WAS RUINED THE MINUTE YOU STARTED MAKING IT AND NOW THE FUCKING COUNTER IS ON FIRE,” eddie screamed, cutting richie off. 

eddie finally got the fire to go down, the aftermath being a crusted over and soggy cake and a burnt countertop that none of the tozier family would probably notice. “now that you’re finally done playing aquaman, look what happened! my cake! it’s RUINED,” richie said, throwing his hands up and falling to his knees dramatically. “all i wanted to do was make one cake... just one cake,” he whispered mostly to himself and turning up to look at eddie with puppy-dog eyes. he hoped his dramatic attitude would distract the frantic boy from the fire he had just caused.

 “richie, now is not the fucking time or place, you just DESTROYED your countertop. IMAGINE IF YOU HAD LIT YOURSELF ON FIRE ONE VALENTINE’S DAY, THEN WHO WOULD I GIVE THIS FUCKING VALENTINE’S CARD TO?” eddie yelled, flailing his arms around. once eddie had realized what he said, he immediately stopped in his tracks and laughed awkwardly. “i mean, uhh, who would i- richie stop looking at me like that,” eddie cut himself off mid sentence and deadpanned once he realized richie was standing in front of him with the biggest smirk on his face. 

“i’m sorry, what was that, eddie? i don’t think i heard you correctly. what would happen if i lit myself on fire?” richie said, putting a hand behind his ear as if he were trying to hear something and leaning into eddie. 

“if you were to light yourself on fire you’d burst into flames and fucking die,” eddie said, pushing richie out of the way. richie laughed and grabbed eddie by the hand to keep him from walking away. “eddie wait, come on, what would happen?” eddie sighed and looked down at his feet. instead of repeating himself, he grabbed a small package that he had been keeping in his jacket pocket since that morning and handed it to richie. he had wanted to give it to richie at school first thing this morning but chickened out. richie slowly opened up the package and looked at the contents of the box: a cheesy valentine card and a gift card to the arcade. richie smiled to himself and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a crumbled envelope and handing it to the embarrassed boy in front of him. eddie cautiously took the envelope, kind of thinking it was a prank. inside was a handwritten note richie and a drawing of the two boys with a heart in the middle of them. eddie looked up to tell richie thank you, but was cut off my the curly headed boy’s lips touching his. 

“considering i just started a forest fire in my kitchen and the party starts in 15 minutes, i think we should probably go buy a cake because that baking shit isn’t happening,” richie said, happily tucking the present eddie had given him into his pocket. 

“uh, yeah... we should do that,” eddie said, coughing awkwardly and putting his gift in his pocket as well. richie grabbed eddie’s hand and pulled him towards the door. “i’m gonna tell the whole school you confessed your love to me after i made you a bomb ass cake for valentine’s day.” 

“yeah, you sure made a “bomb ass” cake alright. i’m gonna tell everyone the cake fucking exploded because you can’t cook,” eddie responded, following richie down the street. 

“fuck you, eddie. i did it out of love.”