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writingsbychlo · 5 years ago

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to fix a broken promise | stuart twombly

word count; 8919

summary; stuart makes a pretty big mistake and breaks a promise to you, and now he has to try and make it up.

notes; this is the first of two parts in a little tribute for my best gal @stylesharrys and her birthday. happy birthday, babey, you deserve it, just for putting up with my dumbass. the second part is the actual happy birthday bit, this just leads up to it.

warnings; smut, pretty tame to be fair, that’s about it.

Throwing his bag down onto his desk, he rubbed at his eyes, a headache forming at his temples as he tried to shake the unsettling feeling that he was forgetting something. He had his laptop charger, he had his laptop, he had a mug of coffee, he had his wallet, his phone, his house keys, he had everything, so why did he feel like something was off?

Chalking up to stress form the project they were currently working on, he flopped down onto his seat, spinning slightly in the office chair before tucking himself under his desk, humming happily as he took a deep gulp of the hot and bitter liquid. Not that it was bitter anymore, after he’d put plenty of milk and sugar into it. Opening the lid of his laptop, he pressed down on the ‘on’ button, a soft sound filling the room as the device began it’s boot up, and he sent a small nod to his coworker as she all but skipped into the room, plopping down into own seat at the desk opposite his as she got herself started up for the day as a much faster speed than he was doing.

“So, you must be excited, then?”

Stuart’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her, arranging all her trinkets and photos around her perfectly as she typed in her password, looking up over the edge of the computer to him, brows raised as she waited for an answer. Excited wasn’t exactly the word he would use, more like relieved. This project had been killing him for the last few weeks, he’d been throwing everything he had into it in hopes of getting a subtly promised promotion and pay rise in the outcome. Simply sending her a nod, he hummed, and she seemed to accept that answer as she grinned, and he tuned her out as she began to go off into a description of a dress she was going to wear for some kind of event as some point.

Typing in his password, he ran a hand over his face, taking a deep breath as he set off on a long days work of polishing up and perfecting the project he’d been putting his everything into for the last couple of months. He’d been pulling long nights in the office, often not going home until the sun had sunken behind the horizon, and sometimes even arriving before it had risen again in the morning.

He knew he probably should have balanced his time in a more effective way, but this way important to him, it was the first truly solo project he had been given and he wanted it to be flawless, he wanted to know he could produce something of merit and worth, and he knew he could if he put in all the work, and he had. He’d cancelled twice on his monthly visits to see his mom for it, promising that he’d come down for a whole weekend to make up for it once it was over. He’d denied every chance his friends had invited him out, opting to work on his project, and you had supported him. You’d brought him coffee and meals to his home office when he was working on the weekends, and you’d forced him to go to bed, no matter how much he’d huffed and puffed about it, only to ass out as soon as his head had hit the pillow.

The day had flown by, his stomach rumbling when lunch had rolled around and he’d actually smiled - genuinely - at Billy when the man brought him back a grilled cheese and chocolate muffin for him, a bottle of water on the side. He’d made a mental note to do something nice for the man in return, enjoying the large hand that had patted down on his shoulder as the taller colleague left him to it.

He hadn't quite realised how late it had gotten until he looked around and noticed that he was now alone in the office, his eyes glancing down to the clock in the bottom corner of his computer. Almost eight PM. He shook his head, his neck and back aching from his work and he stretched his arms up above his head, unable to hold back the grin on his lips as he hit save on his project, finished and ready to send it off. As soon as the small ‘whoosh’ sound of the email being delivered sounded out from his laptop, he cheered to himself quietly, shutting down the device and leaning his head back, letting his eyes slide closed for a moment.

He took a second, in his own solitude and joy, basking in the success of finishing his first project to the best of his ability, before rubbing at his eyes and standing up to pack away slowly. The lights in the corridor had gone off with the little movement, and so when they all began to flick on one by one, a single pair of footsteps echoing along the marble tiles, his head flicked up, meeting those of his boss as Stuart stood up straight, tugging his coat up his arms and fastening it as Chetty pushed the office door open, leaning on the glass panel as his brows furrowed.

“Twombly. What are you still doing here?”

Stuart cleared his throat, packing his bag and zipping it up as he licked over his lips, processing his words as his mind chugged slowly with his exhaustion. “Finishing up my project, sir. I just sent it over to you, I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

“I didn’t think you would still be here, isn’t tonight a special night?” The man chuckled out his words, and Stuart rubbed his hands in front of himself, brows furrowing as he rolled on the balls of his feet.

“Uh, what do you mean?”

“Isn’t tonight the night of your girlfriend’s charity event thing? Your whole office booked it off weeks ago, I had to approve all their day-off requests.” Stuart’s stomach dropped, and he felt like his blood was running cold, turning to cement in his veins as his heart just stopped beating.

That had been the feeling of something off. It had been so many months since you’d excitedly told him about it. Your work was throwing a charity event, hoping to raise some money to replace some of the equipment and get better facilities to help the residents in your care, and perhaps even take them all on a day trip out to cheer up some of those who needed it. You were giving a speech, a speech he was supposed to have helped you write and he’d been so busy with his own work that he’d completely forgotten.

He excused himself quickly, Chetty wishing him luck as he dashed outside to his car, the cold of the night hitting him at once as he made the quick walk across the campus to the car park, his feet stumbling under him as he tried to pull his phone out of his pocket. He had turned it off to stop it from distracting him, and he tapped his fingers against his leg anxiously as he watched the notifications suddenly become pouring in.

He had two missed calls and three texts from you, and a range of calls and texts from his team, before it had all gone silent around about an hour ago, and he swallowed thickly, opening a new message to you and nervously swiping his fingers over the electronic keys.

I’m on my way, baby! I’m so sorry! Be there soon! xxxx

He hopped into his car, running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath as he thought about what he had to do. Firstly, he had to go home and change into his suit. He knew how formal this event was, and suddenly he realised why Neha had been droning on for almost thirty minutes this morning about her favourite types of formal dresses.

[Baby 🌹]

dont bother. already did my speech.

He felt sick to his stomach as he read the message, you had blatantly told him not to come, and the normal slew of kisses and emojis you normal gave him were absent, his heart clenching painfully as he made his way home slowly, cursing to himself under his breath.

Stuart had actually collapsed on the couch from how much pacing he had done, his legs aching and he was certain the carpet actually looked a little worn down from all the walking back and forth he had done. His leg would not stop jittering, no matter what he did, and his dinner had long since been cleared away, half-eaten as he gave up, worry gnawing at his insides as he awaited your arrival home.

He was just pulling out his phone to text you, to find out where you were as the late hours of the night dragged on, when he finally heard the screech of tires on the sidewalk outside the house, and he peered through the curtains, watching as you got out of the cab, waving to Neha and the others as they handed you your shoes, your body stumbling up the garden as the car pulled away, and he dashed to the front door, uncoding the latch and swinging it open to look at you.

You were paused, your key half-way to the door as you paused to look up at him, and he worried his bottom lip between his teeth, his brow furrowed as you burst out in a fit of giggles, falling forward slightly and his hands came down to grip at your hips as he guided you into the house, your heels being thrown haphazardly to the floor.

Raking his eyes along you, he swallowed thickly as he took in your makeup, hair done to perfection and a beautiful dress hanging on your body, and he recognised the colour, your dress the same shade as the tie you’d asked him if he liked a few weeks back, the one still sitting out on the counter below the mirror in your shared room. Your hands pushed his away from you, a giggled mumble of ‘I got it’ being provided as you made your way through the corridors, stumbling along happily in your steps as he followed behind you.

“Baby, I’m really sorry. I haven’t been there for you lately, and I was supposed to help you write your speech for tonight, I really fucked up.” His hands were wringing in front of his body as he watched you make your way through the one-story home to your bedroom, hands tugging idly at the zipper on the back of your dress and he reached in, undoing it for you carefully as you stripped down, leaving it in a heap on the floor.

“Doesn’t matter. I wrote my speech myself, and it was fuckin’ ace!” Your arms flew up as you spoke, a wide smile shining on your lips and he scooped your dress up, folding it delicately and placing it on your dresser as you ran your fingers through your hair, pulling out all the clips that held it up in it’s pretty style, building up a small collection on your nightstand.

“I know, but I’m still sorry. Work has just been crazy lately, an-”

“Funny, you couldn’t make it because work had been ‘oh so crazy’, but all the rest of your team did. Every single one of them showed up, but nobody knew where you were.” it was the first bit of venom you had held to him so far, and his blood ran cold, watching as you shrugged and turned away from him, laying your pyjamas out before you as you looked at them carefully, saying in your spot slightly from the alcohol in your blood and he gaped at you, unsure what to say as more apologies began to fly from his mouth, and you held your hand up to silence him, a small smile on your lips. “Don’t worry about it, Stu. I get it.”

“You.. get it?”

You giggled, deciding you wanted a shower as you kicked off your panties and undid the clasp of your bra, dropping the items into the laundry hamper as you padded across the room. “Yeah, I get it. Work is more important than relationships to some people, you’re married to your job, or whatever. It’s cool. It’s good to know. You’re one of those people, you can’t help it.”

You patted his chest as you walked past, a slight skip in your step as you made your way through the house to get to the bathroom, and he watched you go, his mind blank and ears ringing as he thought about your statement. He stumbled over his own feet as he followed after you, your hand under the water as you checked it’s temperature, waiting for it to warm up and you glanced at him over your shoulder, his shoulders sagging and a frown on his lips.

You simply offered him a smile, deciding the water was warm enough, and you turned to him before stepping under the stream, clearing your throat. “Will you make us a snack? I’m super hungry, and if I don’t eat, I’ll throw up in the morning.” You punctuated the statement with a small laugh as you fumbled for the body wash, a dopey grin on your face as you groaned out at the sensation of the warm water cascading over your head.

He simply smiled, guilt swelling in his gut as he moved from the bathroom and clicked the door shut softly behind him, pressing his forehead to the cool wood as he cursed under his breath, no idea how he could have let it get to the point that you thought he prioritized his job over you, and yet he could understand exactly why you thought that. He moved around the kitchen quietly, choking down his sadness as he tried to make you both something to eat, something that would help soak up all the drinks you’d consumed tonight so you wouldn't feel so bad in the morning, and he was just finishing up by the time you came downstairs.

Your wet hair was hanging behind you as you moved around in the space, leaving a slight damp patch on the back of the oversized shirt you were wearing over a pair of sleep shorts, a happy gasp on your lips as he placed the steaming plate of food before you. “A cheeseburger! Fuck, yeah!” He chuckled at your enthusiasm, sitting down to eat his own food as he watched you took in happily, sipping at the cold glass of water he’d provided for you between bites, small hums of satisfaction leaving you as you ate.

“Did it, um.. did it go well then?” He wasn’t sure how his question would be taken, and your eyes ficked up form your plate to look at him, stilling momentraily, before you licked the ketchup from he edge of your mouth and nodded at him, taking off into a detailed description of everything you had done during the night. You spoke about everything from the socialising to the donations to the pictures you had taken, and while he was overjoyed to see that you’d had such a good time, it only made it feel even worse for not being there. His team, his friends had all been there to support you, no matter how busy they had all been with their own work and lives, and as you showed him the picture of you all in front of one of the screens, wide smiles on all of your faces, he felt his gut twist as he noticed himself being the only face missing from the joyful lineup.

Leaving the plates in the sink to be washed in the morning, you seemed to have sobered up a little thanks to your food and the water, your footsteps more steady as you made your way to the bathroom to clean your teeth. He followed behind you shortly after, having checked that all the doors were locked and that the lights were all switched off, and you were just finishing when he arrived.

He took his time, changing into his pyjamas and getting himself ready for bed, your body curled around one of your pillows as you hugged it to your chest, your back facing his side of the bed when he finally came to crawl under the sheets. It felt unusual to sleep on his side, he was so used to sleeping on his back as you curled into his side, and yet now, he threw an arm over your waist, holding you gently and sighing out under his breath when you didn’t move back into him in the dark, instead choosing to remain where you were.

Nuzzling into his pillow, he decided that he would definitely make it up to you, and he would call into work tomorrow to book the day off and spend it with you. There was a small smile on his lips as he thought about how he would make it up to you as he drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

When Stuart awoke in the morning, he was filled with a whole new kind of energy as he set his mind toward making up for the mess he’d made. Your side of the bed was empty when he woke up, the sheets cold as he stretched, listening out to see if he could hear your movements around the house.

Rolling out of the bed, he rubbed at his eyes and fumbled for his glasses as he made his way through the home, the corridors and rooms silent, and he let out a low groan under his breath as he noticed your work shoes missing from the space they normally occupied on the rack by the door. Upon seeing the folded paper sitting on the kitchen counter, he already anticipated the words written on the paper, and yet he looked at it anyway, his body deflating as his plan to fix things all came crashing down around him once again.

‘picked up an extra shift, home at the usual time. x’

He ran a hand over his face, glancing at the clock and deciding that with nothing better to do, he may as well go to work and see Neha. If anyone could tell him how to fix a fuck-up this collosal, it was her.

He felt especially lonely while he was getting ready to go to work, the word now having a bitter taste in his mouth as he thought about the place that had consumed so much of his time that he’d completely forgotten about all the things that really mattered. The car journey was boring, and he made a quick stop at the store on his way, knowing that he may well have to bribe Neha into helping him.

His feet dragged along the floor as he neared his team office, his body riddled with anxiety and he felt weighed down, the tension making him swallow thickly as he finally pushed the door open, and the chatter in the office fell silent as he entered, all eyes on him curiously, and he offered them a tight lipped smile, letting the door shut behind him as he entered the room.

Neha was the first to approach, as he’d expected, slapping the back off his head as she tutted at him, wandering off to the kitchen, and he didn’t even bother to complain. Lyle quickly made himself busy, heading off to his desk, and Yoyo refused to meet his eyes as he spun around in his desk chair, typing at his computer. Both Billy and Nick were fixing him with looks he didn’t quite understand, and he sighed out, holding up the box in his arms.

“I brought you guys donuts.” He waved the box, dropping it down onto the central table and pushing it toward the middle as everyone looked on curiously, and Billy and Nick shared a look, cracking open the box each as they seperated on the couch, Nick patting at the space between them.

“Grab a ring and take a seat, my man.” Stuart did as he was told, taking a plain glazed donut and making his way towards them, Billy’s eyebrows shooting up as he watched Stuart move, mumbling under his breath at his surprise at not getting fought on the request, and he didn’t even have it in him to fight. He really could use the advice right now.

Collapsing down into the space, his fingers nudged his glasse sup as he ran a hand over his face, adjusting the specs back on his nose properly as he stared down at the treat in his hand, not really feeling entirely deserving of it and he leaned over, placing it down on the table as the two men either side of him chomped happily on theirs. “What happened, kid?”

“I don’t know. I forgot.”

The blond hummed, licking the icing from his fingers as he thought about it, and Billy clasped his free hand down on his shoulder. “Well, first of all, I think you should know that she was a superstar last night. She did her speech - very moving, by the way - and then talked to pretty much everyone. I think they did really well, she was on fire, really.” Nick smacked Billy behind him as Stuart bit his lower lip, nodding at the words.

“I’m glad, really. I wish I’d been there. I really fucked up. Thank you for looking after her, and for bringing her home.” Stuart whispered, sinking further into the seat and rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans. He felt a large hand muss up his hair in a playful movement, and he couldn’t even form a glare for the tall man who had done it, instead just letting his head roll back on the edge of the couch so he could stare at the ceiling.

“You really feel bad, huh?”

“Yeah. I don’t know how to fix this, guys. She thinks I care more about work than her, and can you even blame her?” Tears were welling in his eyes and he scrunched them up, growling under his breath as he refused the emotions, choosing instead to just huff out his thoughts. “I love her so fucking much, and now, she thinks I’m never going to care about her as much as I care about my job.”

Silence sat over the room at his confession, and he sniffed lightly, not even resisting the comforting pat that was placed on his arm, and not even the clicking of keyboard tiles could be heard as they all listened in on his exclamation.

“So, just show her she’s more important than work is?” It was Lyle that eventually spoke, and Stuart lifted his head, cracking his eyes open to look at the man and his brows furrowed, eyes squinting for a second as he willed away the sting of tears that hadn't been released.

“Any suggestions on how to do that would be greatly appreciated.”

All eyes turned to Neha, who was stirring her coffee, the spoon clinking against the edges of the mug as she pointedly avoided all the males’ gazes, before letting out something between a sigh and a groan, fixing Stuart with a glare as she gave in. “For the record, I’m only helping you because your girlfriend is awesome and deserves something great.”

“I could not agree more.” He muttered, and she pursed her lips, glancing at the open box of pastries on the table and Stuart offered her a grin as he sat forwards, pushing it towards her temptingly.

“And you brought donuts, so fine. I’ll help you.” The men either side of him cheered loudly, whooping and hollering as Stuart beamed, his cheeks flushing red as relief flooded his system, and Nick pointed at the sweet-treat he had abandoned at the beginning of the conversation.

“Eat your donut. We have a lot of work to do.

Nick had been right, there really was a lot of work to do. He had spent the day running around the office building to gather donations from every team he could think off, not backing down until he had checks written out just to get rid of him, a proud sum of money in a stacked collection of paper slips that he had placed into an envelope, sealing it tightly and tucking it into his bag.

It had taken hours for Neha to warm back up to him, but when she eventually had, she’d brainstormed ideas one how to fix things, and show that he really cared. He’d had to practically beg Chetty for the time off work two weeks from now, and the hour he had spent being chastised by your protective coworker on the phone had been the longest and most intimidating of his life, and he was almost afraid to show up at your work to collect you anymore.

The team had throw idea after idea at him, his mind spinning as he tried to process everything he could do, and that was exactly how he found himself standing nervously in the middle of the kitchen, his fingers drumming on the counter as she waited for you. The smell of your favourite freshly cooked dinner was hanging in the air, a bottle of wine sitting out on the perfectly laid candles flickering quietly as one of your playlists played low tunes in the background, two envelopes sitting on the table, one small and thick, the other large and flat.

Finally, the clicking of keys sounded in the doorway, your tired sigh following it as Stuart made his way into the corridor, awarding you a soft smile as he watched you toe off your shoes, wiggling your toes for relief as you hung up your coat.

“Smells good in here.”

He grinned, taking a step forward and lacing your fingers with his, raising your hand up until he could place small kisses to your knuckles, pushing his glasses back up his nose as you laughed gently at his actions. “I cooked.”

“Oh, good, I’m starving. I didn’t get a chance to grab breakfast this morning before they were calling me in and I had to go.” You chatted, brushing off the events of the previous night entirely as he guided you through to the kitchen, pulling your chair out for you as you looked around at his attempt at a romantic setting. “You know it’s not my birthday for like.. three weeks yet, right?”

“I know. But I wanted to do something nice for you. Show you how much you matter to me.” You fixed him with a curious look, your brows raised, but you took the seat he was offering, letting him tuck you under the table before taking the food from the oven where it had been keeping warm and quickly serving you both up a plate, handing it over to your waiting hands as you grinned at him.

He put his own food down in his place, before popping the cork on the bottle of wine, holding it up to you in a silent offer and you nodded, letting him pour you a glass, repeating it for himself as he moved to sit down, and your hand found a fistful of his shirt, pulling him down until you could place your lips on his gently, a sigh leaving him as he eagerly returned the sweet kiss. His hands cupped your cheeks delicately, and he smiled against your mouth, pulling away and placing a final kiss to your lips as he sat down. “This looks so good, Stu.”

“Well, I’ve made it enough times that I’m almost certain I got it right, so, here’s hoping.” You raised your glass at his joke, tapping it against his before lifting your fork, taking a bite of the food and taking a few test chews, before you were moaning out happily at the taste and placing another forkful between your lips, your eyes sliding shut. “This is exactly what I needed.”

He grinned, tucking into his own food as the two of you ate quietly, sipping at your wine and simply enjoying the music, occasionally humming along to the tunes as you ate. It was at least half way through your meal before you spoke up again, licking the sauce from your lips before guiding your gaze up to him, his gaze fixed on you as he waited for you to finish your mouthful before speaking up.

“So, how was work?”

He grimaced placing his knife and fork down as he shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “Fine. Nothing exciting happened. How was your day?”

Your brows rose as he dismissed the question, the forkful of pasta halfway to your mouth as you looked at him, your eyes narrowing slightly. “What? That can’t be true. You always want to talk about your day at work, or your big project, what’s going on?”

“None of that really matters, I’d much rather talk about you.” He confessed, and you chewed slowly as you looked at him, awarding him with a simple hum as you considered his words, and he ate anxiously as he watched you sip your wine to wash down to food, swilling it around your glass before finally speaking again.

“What did I say last night that’s making you act so different?”

His gut churned, his mouth dropping open and his cheeks flushed, his shoulders slumping as he looked at you and he let out a sigh under your gaze. “Is it really that obvious?”

“No, it’s just that you’ve been so preoccupied lately that something must have happened that made you suddenly take a night off work to cook and light candles and do all this. Seeing as you couldn't even make it to my charity event last night, something big must have happened. I’m assuming I said something about it to you last night when I got home. I’d had a fair amount to drink.” You shrugged, like it was the simplest thing in the world to say, and you continued eating as the man put down his knife and fork, watching you longingly.

“That’s just it, you didn’t say anything last night that isn’t true, that you haven’t said now.” He reached out across the table, taking one of your hands in both of his and smoothing his thumbs over your knuckles as he thought about his next words. “You said that you think I care more about my job than I care about you, and that it was okay because that’s just who I am, but it’s not okay, and that’s not who I want to be.”

“Oh, Stuart, I was dru-”

“No, don’t say it was because you were drunk, because I know that I’ve been a really shitty boyfriend lately. I just don’t want you to ever think that you aren’t the most important thing in my life, okay?” He paused, glancing up at you as you watched him carefully, giving him a small smile of encouragement. “I love you, so much.”

“I love you too, you know that.”

“I know, but I love you so much that you're all I want, you’re everything to me and I feel awful that I didn’t help with your speech and I wasn’t there to see you and support you. I feel so guilty, and I know one stupid dinner doesn’t make up for how I’ve been treating you lately, but I’m kinda’ hoping these will.”

He took one hand out of yours, handing you the small envelope and you opened it curiously, your jaw dropping as you laughed unbelievingly, flicking through all the slips in the envelope as you looked at them, all donations to your cause for getting better equipment and healthcare for the residents in your care. “Holy shit, Stuart! What did you do, go door to door at Google?” Your words were joking, but he scratched at the back of his neck, chuckling under his breath.

“Yes, actually. I was very persistent and incredibly annoying. Unlocked my secret ability to be a door-to-door salesman, apparently.” You merely rolled your eyes, placing the envelope back down as he grinned, and you pushed your chair back, rounding the table and standing before him, hands on his cheek as you pulled his face in towards you for another kiss, but he moved at the last minute, head twisting in your arms as he reached for the other envelope, and your hands moved down to loop around his neck. “That one was for making it up to you for not being at your event yesterday. This one is for making it up to you for being such a crappy boyfriend lately. It’s also a birthday present.”

You cooed at him, taking the envelope and pushing his hands out from where they were covering the front of his body, and you seated yourself happily across his lap, one of his arms coming to fasten around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watched you skim your thumb under the seal of the envelope to open it. Pulling out the collection of papers, you scanned your eyes over the front page of it, laughing lightly under your breath.

“I’m taking a week off work?”

“Keep looking.” He grinned, and you moved the page that had the details of you week off from work printed on to the back of the stack, the familiar bright colours of the google insignia standing out on the crisp white paper as you read quietly, the words mumbled from your lips as he watched you carefully, pulling back to press a kiss to your shoulder, before balancing his chin there once again.

“We’re taking a week off work?”

“Mhm. There’s more, you haven’t even seen the best part yet.” Your brows raised, and you twisted in his arms to press a kiss to his lips, a happy hum sounding from him before he pulled back, lips still puckered and a whine in his throat. “No, no, read first. Kiss me after.”

“Okay, okay!” You chuckled at his enthusiasm, flicking the paper over and shaking your head fondly as you turned to look at the papers. Your eyes moved over the page once, twice, three times before your jaw dropped, your face turning to Stuart’s as your eyes searched his. It was silent for a moment, the papers in your hands being placed down as you turned to look at him fully, your hands holding his face firmly between your hands as he beamed at you, a wide and toothy grin on his face. “Why am I looking at plane tickets to Rome?”

Your voice was uncertain and shaky, and his smile only widened as he looked at you. “What reason could we possibly have for plane tickets?” He moved the seat reservations from your sights to show you the final paper, the hotel room tickets and details on the final one. “I can’t possibly imagine why we would have a hotel booked too, b-”

“We’re going to Italy?”

“We’re going to Italy!” He watched your reaction, a loud squeal leaving you as you jumped up from his lap, cheering loudly as you shook the papers, practically bouncing up and down on the spot as you cheered happily. He stood up, his hands finding your hips as he pulled you toward him, taking the papers from your hands and placing them down on the table, your chest pressed flush up to his as his arms wound around your waist. “So, forgiven?”

“Hm, I think so.” You teased, your nose bumping against his and he let the weight from his shoulders fall away as he relaxed under your touch.

“Kisses now?”

“Oh, I’m going to do a lot more than kiss you, Stuart Twombly.” Your hand around his neck pulled him down, your mouths meeting in a heated embrace and he groaned into your mouth, licking along your lower lip as his fingers dug into your hips. He dipped you backwards a little, your body arching into his as he leaned down, your tongues tangling together happily, your fingers moving to play with the shorter hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Stuart.” You mumbled the words into his mouth and he growled, nipping at your lower lip as he hummed, pressing a few more long kisses to your lips. “Now, are you going to take me to bed or not?” He nodded, smirking down at you as he guiding you backwards in slow steps, navigating you through the halls of your home, your feet moving in slow steps as he moved you, until you were standing in the middle of your bedroom, soft smacking sounds of your kisses echoing from the walls. Your hands smoothed up into his hair to tug on the soft chocolate strands, his own palms sliding down from your hips until he was squeezing at your ass roughly, your soft pants being swallowed by him as he kissed your hungrily, tongue dragging against your own.

“What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me how to make you happy.” You pulled back, peppering kisses along the smooth skin of his jaw as he tipped his head back for you, his breathing shallow as you did and he held you close to him.

“You do make me happy, Stuart.”

“Then tell me how to make you moan.” His voice was husky, and you took your lower lip between your teeth, whimpering under your breath as he dipped his own head, sucking on the sweet spot he knew so well as he licked over your skin, kissing and nibbling as he worked to leave a mark that wouldn't fade for days to come.

“Just show me how much you love me.”

“I can do that.” His fingers moved up, dancing along your waist as he pulled up the hem of your shirt, tugging the cotton item up and over your head, dropping it to the floor. He kissed along your neck, sinking lower and lower until he was dropping to his knees. He left open mouthed kisses along the skin of your stomach, nimble fingers popping open the button on your jeans as he inched them down and along your thighs, your hands on his shoulders as you stepped out of the restrictive material, kicking them away.

His hand smoothed up and over your thighs, massaging at the muscles tenderly before standing back to his full height, hands on your cheeks to pull your lips back to his. You didn’t even realise he was walking you backwards until your legs met the edge of the mattress, his fingers toying with the clasp of your bra, getting it undone and stripping it from your body, large and calloused palms cupping your tits and squeezing them lightly between his fingers.

Your mewls reached his ears only seconds later, your nails raking over his chest and you tugged idly on on his t-shirt, whining into his mouth.

“I want this off.” You whispered, and he chuckled deeply, stepping away from you to discard the shirt, his bare skin reflecting the dull lighting of the room, your eyes tracing each individual mole and freckle marked on his skin, the dark marks standing out prominently on his pale flesh and you swallowed thickly, licking over your lips as you took in the shirtless sight of the man you loved.

Catching your fingers in the belt loops of his khakis, you tugged his hips toward you, your lips pressings sweet kisses along his shoulders, and his rough hands rubbed up and down your sides, your skin erupting in goosebumps as heat flooded your body, leaving your skin flushed under your boyfriend’s lustful gaze. “These too?”

Two of his own fingers hooked under the waistband of his pants, tugging them away from his body a little and snapping them against his skin, your head moving before you could stop it, lips parted and mouth dry and you shivered under the look he was giving you. “Yes, please.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

He winked at you, his smirk never fading as he undid the front of his pants, his eyes locked with yours as he pushed them down his thighs, kicking them from his feet until the two of you were just standing before one another in your underwear; you in your panties and him in his boxers. You could feel your slick running through the thin and flimsy material of your underwear, and the wet patch forming on the tented front of Stuart’s boxers told you he was feeling the exact same way.

“You’re so beautiful.” His words could barely be heard, but you caught them, your heart swelling with pride and love as you nodded, taking his hand in yours and guiding the two of you down onto the sheets, crawling backwards up the bed as he followed above you, leaning you down until your head was buried in the pillows. His breath was fanning over your cheeks, hot and panted as the two of you watched one another, eyes locked in loving embrace.

Your hand slipped between you both, along your front and down to palm at the straining cock in his boxers, a low grunt leaving him as you did, your nails tracing the outline of his hard cock, even through the wet cotton. “Condom. Now. I need you.” You gestured to the bedside table on his side, and his jaw fell open, his eyes wide as he nodded quickly.

“Okay. Okay, I got it.” He pulled away, reaching over just far enough to grab one of the thin silver packets from the box within the drawer, the wood slamming shut soon after as he pulled back. Pulling away from your body, he dropped his boxers to the floor, foil packet held delicately between his teeth as he pumped himself slowly, moving back to kneel over you on the bed, precum leaving his red and taut skin shining as he toyed, finger pushing up underneath the head of his cock as he let out strangled sounds as he pleased himself.

Seconds later, he was tearing the packet open, rolling the rubber onto his cock and humming at the stimulation of the action, his hands finding the lace on either side of your body, your hips lifting up as he eased the material away, no longer hiding your soaked core from his views. With a hand on each knee, he parted your thighs, his body settling between them as he left wet kisses along your collarbones, moving down until he could wrap his lips around one stiff standing nipple, your back arching as a hand wove into his locks, holding his head to your chest.

Swirling his tongue around the taut bud, you whined out, hips rolling up onto his leg, a thigh clenched as you ground your dripping core onto his skin, a growl leaving him and he left wet and shiny trails on your skin as he dragged his tongue along your flesh to give the other mound the same attention. Your walls were clenching around nothing, flooding with arousal as your body thrummed with need.

He pushed two fingers through your folds, swirling them in the wetness that had gathered and pushing against your clit, and a shake ran over your body, your eyes closing and your head pushing back into the pillows, a loud cry of his name leaving your lips the second his lips wrapped around your clit. Sucking gently, he pushed a single skinny digit into you, your walls fluttering around his finger and sucking it into you deeper as the pad smoothed along your walls.

Pulling it out slowly, the nail scratched just enough to make your hips jump up, the pressure of his movements on the pulsing bud between your legs only getting quicker and rougher, his tongue joining the mix as he lapped at your core. A thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, his eyes watching as your face scrunched up in pleasure and your jaw hung open, calling his name out as he brought you waves of bliss, even just from the simple touch.

Setting a fast rhythm, he prodded a second finger at your entrance, soon allowing it to join the first, the tips of his fingers brushing your spot each time he plunged into you deeply, and he scissored his fingers, opening you up for him as your thighs trembled under his touch. Your own hands lifted up, palming at your tits and he slurped between his fingers, licking up every droplet of wet arousal you let out, drinking you in needily as wet sounds filled the room, filthy and pornographic as he moaned into your body.

The vibrations shot along your spine, and with a hand in his hair, you tugged, dragging his face back up to yours, his chin glistening with your juices as you looked at him, eyes wide and filled with lust glasses sitting askew on his face and you reached up, taking them from his face carefully and placing them on the set of drawers beside the bed. Yourhands held his face, thumbs running over his cheekbones softly as you pulled his mouth down to yours. The taste of you spread from his mouth to your own, and he groaned softly as you sucked on his lower lip, the tip of his cock prodding at your heat and he could feel the wet warmth coming from you, even through the rubber.

“I’m ready. Just fuck me, I need it. I need you.” He nodded, lips still puckered as you pulled away and he lifted one of your legs up to sit on his hip, his hand lining him up between you both and his eyes locked with yours as he sunk forward, filling you slowly, inch by inch until your hot walls were hugging around his cock tightly, your hips pressed together as he mumbled profanities and praises for only you to hear.

He gave you a moment to adjust, your walls stretching to accommodate his size and you let out a deep breath, rolling your hips up into him to give him the signal that you were ready, and he took it, moaning out your name as he pulled back slowly, feeling every dip and inch of your tight passage as he moved slowly. When he was almost all the way out of you, he snapped his hips back forward, your back arching up into his chest as he filled you up deeply once again.

Your nipples rubbed against his chest, the stimulation jolting through your body and you could feel every throb and vein of his member, your eyes fluttering shut as he held you close. One hand was sitting on your thigh as he set off in his thrusts, fingertips digging so tightly into your skin that there would be fingerprint bruises on your skin in the morning, the other holding him up above you as his movements picked up speed. “Harder, baby.”

“I got you.” His words were strained, and he gripped onto your body with more force, the hand beside your head tightening in the sheets, his thrusts hitting deep each time and he was pressing to your special spot, your vision flashing with colours as they rolled back, bliss coursing through your veins. He lifted your leg up higher, balancing it on his shoulder and a scream was torn from you at the new angle, and you only tightened around him.

“Fuck, sweetehart, you’re so tight for me.” His words were practically growled out, sweatlining his forehead as he rammed into you in touch thrusts, the bed slamming back into the wall each time he rocked his hips down, his shaft slipping in and out of you with some of the dirtiest sounds you had ever heard.

“Oh, God, I love it. I love you. Oh, fuck! Stuart!”

“That’s right, baby, scream my name.” He pulled out of you quickly, hands on your hips spinning you around until you were popped up on your knees, your face buried in the sheets, muffling the scream you let out as he slammed back into you in one swift movement. Your nails clawed at the bedding beneath you, your body jolting with every deep thrust he gave you and you felt the spring in your guts beginning to wind up tight, your eyes rolling back in your head as you pushed yourself up on shaky arms.

His hand laced in your hair, pulling your head back so that your sounds were free to echo around the room, clear and loud as you begged and pleaded for him, your back arching up closer to him, and you slammed your hips back to meet his as your thrusts were sloppy, the way he was moving making your head spin.

“Fuck, you gonna’ cum for me, sweetheart? Scream my name, tell everyone who’s making you feel this good? Tell everyone who loves you?” You nodded, gasping breathlessly for him and he leaned over you, his chest almost meeting your back as his movements became uncoordinated and sloppy.

Two of his fingers dipped into your mouth, your tongue swirling around them and soaking them with spit, and he moaned loudly in your ear at the feeling, your cheeks following around his fingers and you could still faintly taste your own essence on his skin, the thought only making you flood with wetness, soaking his cock and he slid easily in and out of you. Trailing the fingers along your skin, lines of saliva connected the tips of his fingers to your lips, until he moved them down to your clit, rubbing rapid circles onto the abused bead.

You threw your head back, letting out a near animalistic sound as your climax crashed over you like a rush. Wave after wave of pure bliss raced through your body, and he could barely move as you shook in his arms, and he held you tightly to his chest, fucking you through your climax as he reached the edge himself. He let out a deep growl into your ear as he came, teeth nibbling on your earlobe and kissing at your jaw as he rode you both through the high.

His skin slid against yours, sweaty and shining as he pulled back, your exhausted body collapsing down onto the sheets as you twitched and quivered, a dopey smile on your face as your eyes closed, a high and deep sigh leaving you as you squirmed in the sheets. Stepping back, he pulled the condom from his cock, his dick already softening as he tied it and discarded it to the bin in the corner, his muscles aching as he dropped down onto the mattress beside you.

You rolled over and lifted his arm as he chuckled tiredly at you, letting you tuck yourself under his arm and nuzzle your nose into his neck, your bodies curling up together to cuddle and he ran his fingers over your skin, tracing indiscernible patterns as you calmed your racing hearts.

“I missed cuddling with you last night. I’m glad you’re back.”

“We don’t cuddle?” You mumbled, yawning through your words and he hummed, nodding and pressing a series of kisses to the top of your head as he relaxed, his own eyes sliding closed as the two of you relaxed.

“No, you cuddled your pillow and we spooned a little.”

“When I woke up, we were curled up together. Guess my unconscious missed you too much to ignore.” He placed a hand over your face, scoffing and pushing you away from him as he teased you for your cheesy statement, and you merely giggled as a reply, squeezing your arms around him tighter as you pulled yourself back into his body, your front pressed up to his side.

“You’re sickeningly cheesy, I can’t stand it.”

“Says the one who booked a romantic trip to Rome.” You joked, and he rolled his eyes, a blush crawling up his cheek as you kissed lazily at the skin you could reach, before pulling back to tug at the sheets, trying to ease them out from under his body, and he shuffled lazily to allow you to, many groans and complaints being thrown in. However, when the covers were draped over his body, he snuggled down into them happily, your eyes rolling fondly as you looked at your half-sleeping boyfriend. “So, how did you get the time off work for both of us?”

“Oh, a lot of begging was done.” He joked, silence settling over the room, and he turned his head toward you, puckering his lips for a slow and deep kiss, which you happily granted you as the two of you adjusted yourselves under the covers. “I love you, and I promise I’ll be better.”

“You’re perfect as you are, Stuart. I love you too.” You muttered, a yawn covering your lips, and he nodded, squeezing you in a silent response. “It’s going to be a very happy birthday for me.”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

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prompt: “All that blood looks good on you. It brings out your eyes.“

requested: yes

ship: stozier, reddie (platonic)

warnings: blood, richie’s thicc trashmouth

summary: richie convinces eddie to help him get revenge on stan for not paying enough attention to him, and some crazy shit happens

a/n: they are aged up in this story (18-19 years old) and this is a more modern setting!!

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“Staaaaaaaan,” Richie groaned, sitting on the couch, wrapped in multiple blankets. Richie found a new movie at the Redbox down the street and wanted his curly headed boyfriend to join him. “What, Richie?” Stan yelled from upstairs, sighing in annoyance. Stan was currently rummaging through his closet, trying to find an appropriate outfit for the night. Loud footsteps were heard making their way into Stan’s room. “Come watch a movi- what are you getting dressed for?” Richie asked, cutting himself off mid-sentence. “I’m going out to dinner with Bill and then we’re going to go watch the new Star Wars movie in a little bit,” Stan said, pulling off his shirt and slipping on another one. Richie’s face dropped in disappointment. Why hadn’t he been invited to go out with them? “Hmm, well, thanks sooooo much for the invitation. No, really, I’m SO HAPPY my own boyfriend doesn’t want to hang out with me on a Friday night,” Richie exclaimed sarcastically, flopping down onto Stan’s bed. Stan smirked and fixed the collar of his shirt. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re jealous.” Richie sat up, unamused. “Oh no, of course not. Why would I ever be jealous of Bill Denbrough? With his stupid smile, his stupid soft, brown hair, and his stupid voice of pure angelic goodness.” Stan howled with laughter as he walked downstairs to grab his keys and put on a coat. Richie followed in suit. “Don’t worry, Richie. You have nothing to worry about….Or do you?” Stan said, touching his chin with his index finger, pretending to think. “Don’t fucking start that shit, Uris. Can’t you just stay at home and watch this new movie with me? I already made popcorn and everything,” Richie pouted, giving Stan the puppy-dog eyes. It was true, Richie had set up popcorn, candy, and drinks for the two to have a nice movie night. “Sorry Rich, guess you’ll just have to invite one of the losers over instead,” Stan said, making his way to the door. “WAIT, STAN, DON’T G-“ Richie was cut off by the sound of the door shutting. “That fucking bitch.”

Richie and Eddie were currently watching what felt like the 87th movie of the night. Richie had barely been paying attention to any of the movies they had watched; all he could think about was how to get back at Stan for leaving him tonight. There was always some excuse when it came to Stan hanging out with him. “I’m going birdwatching,” “I have homework,” “My parents hate you,” and blah blah blah. Stan was always too busy for him. “Ya know what, Eds? I’m gonna get revenge. If I can’t have Stan’s attention, nobody and nothing else can either,” Richie said, getting up from the couch. “First of all, if you call me that again you won’t have to worry about Stan not paying attention to you at all. Second, I don’t think that’s a good idea Rich, you know Stan hates being messed with,” Eddie replied, getting up from the couch as well. “Of course I know it’s a bad idea,” Richie said, matter-of-factly. “And you’re still gonna do it, aren’t you?” Eddie sighed. “Absolutely!”

“Richie, hurry the fuck up. It’s cold as shit and I didn’t bring a jacket,” Eddie whisper-yelled from the ground. “And whose fucking fault is that? Huh, dipshit?” Richie yelled back from above. “Well fucking excuse me for misunderstanding that your movie invitation was really just an invitation to play a fucked up version of Robin-hood all damn night,” Eddie shouted. It was 10:34PM. Richie had coerced Eddie into helping him get revenge on Stan by taking everything that could possibly distract him and hiding them all around town, including Stan’s bird-book. Richie laughed as he climbed back down from the tree. “Stop complaining, it’s not even that cold.” “SAYS YOU! YOU HAVE A JACKET YOU FUCKING PRICK! MEANWHILE, MY TOES ARE TURNING 75 SHADES OF PURPLE,” Eddie exclaimed, flailing his arms around. “75 shades of purple huh? That’d make for a pretty kinky version of ‘Fifty Shades of Gray’ wouldn’t it?” Richie said, smirking as he led the two out of the woods. “Fuck you, douchebag. Now what? Stan goes home and sees all his shit missing, then you have to go around town and get it back so he doesn’t flip a table?” Eddie asked, rubbing his hands up and down his arms for warmth. “I’m not a monster, Eddie. I’m gonna make this fun,” Richie said, pulling out his phone and smirking.

Stan was just pulling up at his house when he got a text from Richie. “I’m staying at Eddie’s tonight.” Stan rolled his eyes and put his phone down. Richie could be so dramatic sometimes. Stan hopped out of the car and went inside. Nothing looked too bad besides the mess of popcorn and candy left in the living room. He made his way upstairs and walked into his room, only to find that almost every important thing of his had been taken out. “What the fuck?” Stan said, walking around, looking for some sort of evidence. The house couldn’t have been broken into, could it? Stan walked to his bed and saw multiple pieces of paper tucked under his pillow. Stan, Stan my man, Stanarooni, read closely. Everything that could possibly distract you from spending time with me has been taken and hidden somewhere throughout town. The list of missing items are: - Your weird binoculars - Your damn bird book - Your fucking laptop - Your stupid ass backpack - Your mom and your dad Just kidding about the last one, even though I fucking wish…. Anyways…. Solve the riddles on the next couple of pages if you want your fuckin shit back, and maybe stop goddamn ignoring me all the fuckin time and give me some love and attention once in a while, yeah? GOOD LUCK, BABY! — Richie :) “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Stan said, dropping the pages on his bed. Stan dialed Richie, but he didn’t pick up. He called and called at least 12 times, but not once did Richie answer. Stan looked over at the time and it read 10:52PM. Is he really about to entertain Richie and this entire situation, and have Richie to hold this against him for the rest of his life just to get his bird book back? Yes. Yes he is.

It was now almost 2AM, and Stan was about to fucking LOSE IT. He had found every single fucking thing on the list except his goddamn bird book, and he just KNEW Richie had done this on purpose. “I swear to fucking Jesus Christ himself if something happened to my book I’m gonna murder Richie with my bare hands,” he mumbled to himself, stumbling around town like he was lost. On the other hand, Stan had started to realize that maybe he wasn’t paying Richie much attention. He kind of felt bad, but at the same time he’s walking around at 2AM because his dumbass boyfriend hid his shit. “I’ve read this dumb fucking riddle 600 times and still have no idea where the fuck my book- wait a minute. In the tree. This motherfucker hid my book in a motherfucking tree,” Stan said, coming to a complete stop on the sidewalk.

It was the next morning and somehow Richie had once again convinced Eddie to help him out. He wanted Eddie to come to his house with him in hopes that Stan wouldn’t yell as much if Eddie were there, and after offering 5 of his best comic books, a slushee from the arcade, and $12, Eddie had agreed. “Stan’s car is here but he isn’t,” Eddie pointed out, looking around the empty house in confusion. “Fuck, dude, do you think something happened to him? Holy shit. Holy fucking shit I killed my boyfriend,” Richie panicked, pacing back and forth in the living room. “EDDIE, WHAT AM I GONNA DO? WHO ELSE IS GONNA PUT UP WITH ME? WHO ELSE IS GONNA WIPE THE CEREAL CRUMBS FROM THE CORNER OF MY MOUTH IN THE MORNINGS? WHO ELSE IS GONNA ROLL THEIR EYES AT ME EVERY TIME I FALL DOWN THE STEPS? WHAT DO I DO, EDDIE, NOBODY IS GONNA BE HERE TO LOVE ME,” Richie yelled, putting his hands on both of Eddie’s shoulders and shaking him back and forth. “RICHIE CALM THE FUCK DOWN, IM SURE HE’S FINE.” “NO, I HAVE TO CALL HIM NOW!”

Last night after climbing 7 different trees and finally finding his bird book, Stan was completely exhausted and decided to rest for a few minutes on the branch he was sitting on before walking back home, but ended up falling asleep. Ring, ring, ring The noise of Stan’s cellphone ringing made him slowly wake up, only to realize he was a good 25 feet from the ground. Ignoring his phone, he decided it was time to go home and get some actual sleep in his bed. He was surprised he didn’t fall from the tree last night. Flashbacks from the previous night started to flood Stan’s memory, and he suddenly remembered why he was in a tree in the first place. Richie. “I can’t fucking believe that shit actually happened and I wasn’t just dreaming,” Stan ranted to himself, packing up his things in his backpack, which he had found hidden behind a dumpster outside of the arcade last night. In Stan’s haste to get home, while trying to stuff his bird book into his bag, it slipped from his grip. He attempted to reach out and grab it before it fell, but reached a bit too far and was sent soaring down from the tree along with his book and his bag. “AGH- AH- AGGH- FUCK,” Stan yelled, in-between hitting every fucking branch on the way down. Stan landed on the last branch before he hit the ground, and had thought it saved him from plummeting to the ground, only for the branch to collapse under the sudden pressure and send him crashing onto the dirt.

“Eddie, I’ve called him 27 times. 27 TIMES AND NOT ONCE HAS HE RESPONDED,” Richie shouted. “Maybe he’s just pissed off, I’d ignore you too if I were him considering you hid his things and made him find them all because he doesn’t have his head shoved up your ass,” Eddie replied, nonchalantly. “Oooooh, I see. You think you’ve got it all figured out, huh, Eds? I think you’re forgetting the fact that you’re just as guilty for helping me, so if I go down, you go down too you little shit,” Richie says, throwing a glare at Eddie, who now met the taller boy’s glare. The two were snapped out of their glaring session when they heard the front door open. In walked a very mad looking Stanley Uris, covered in dirt and cuts from the branches. Richie looked at his boyfriend with wide eyes, mainly out of fear for his life since he was at the butt-end of a murderous glare coming from Stan. Richie laughed nervously. “H-hey baby, how are you? You know, all that blood looks good on you. It brings out your eyes.” Stan walked slowly towards Richie, never once looking away from the boy. Richie started to back up in hopes of running away, only to be pushed against the wall behind him. Eddie took this as an opportunity to hightail it out of the house and escape. “Do you know what I had to go through to get this shit back? I FELL FROM A 25 FOOT TALL TREE, RICHIE. NOT 23, NOT 24, BUT 25 FOOT TALL.” “Ya know, I should be really scared right now considering the fact that you’re yelling at me, but something about the way you just pushed me against a wall is turning me on,” Richie said, smirking at his very pissed and very attractive boyfriend. Stan pushes himself off of Richie and walks upstairs. “Don’t even think about talking to me until tonight because I really can’t deal with you right now, especially not when you’re making sexual advances on me while I’m trying to be mad,” he says, walking into his room and slamming the door. “Sorry, Stanarooni, you’re just so irresistible.”

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