#maybe eddie fell in the lake again idk

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now...there are 2 ways Barnaby can react to his missing arm option 1: "WHERE [no no word] IS MY ARM??!!"

or option 2: "oh...erm...my arm's missing...ain't that....something..."

secret third option, actually!

"huh... guess i'm all right now"

[devirnis]

For the soft prompts can I ask for Eddie calling Buck pretty? Like idk they’re in an established real shop and maybe buck is gross from the end of a hard shift or he’s having a bad day or whatever and Eddie just looks at him or something

hi hi! thank you for the prompt, and I hope you enjoy :)

Eddie loves being a firefighter. Even when he has a shift that’s hard or depressing, he can take solace in the fact that he’s making a difference in the world, helping people. But every so often, a shift comes along that just sucks the morale out of everyone. A shift where the calls are dumb and the people are angry and there’s barely enough downtime to decompress before the alarm goes off again.

Today, unfortunately, was one of those days.

The cherry on top of the shitty shift had been their last call that pushed them into overtime: responding to a car that had somehow managed to go over the barriers on Wilshire Blvd and end up in MacArthur Park Lake. Buck had been first out of the engine, wading out through less-than-pristine water (the seagulls were out in full force today) to get to the car. The driver had clearly been on something and was none too pleased about being extracted from his vehicle, even though it was mostly submerged. Before the rest of the team could get out there, the driver took a swing at Buck that had Buck stumbling backwards to avoid it. Something under the water made him stumble, and then Buck was pinwheeling his arms as he crashed backwards into the water.

Buck had only been underwater for a handful of seconds, but Eddie’s heart was in his throat the entire time. Sloshing through the water made it hard to get anywhere quickly; Eddie picked up his pace nonetheless. The driver was just lucky that Ravi and Chim made it to him first, so Eddie could direct his help to pulling a spluttering Buck up out of the water.

The ride back to the station is subdued. Everyone’s tired, not in the mood for smalltalk after such a demoralizing shift. On Eddie’s right, Buck has crammed himself as close to the side of the engine as possible, as if trying to keep the dirty water dripping from his uniform from getting on anyone else. Privately, Eddie doesn’t know why Buck is bothering; they’re going to dump their uniforms in the laundry as soon as they get home anyway, but Buck is radiating such intense don’t-touch-me energy that Eddie just has to grit his teeth and bear it for the moment.

When they finally arrive back at the station, they all file exhaustedly out of the engine. Bobby gives a short, somewhat lacklustre speech about shaking off frustrating shifts, and then they all make a beeline for the locker room. Hen, Chimney and Ravi are gone within two minutes, not even bothering to change and instead just grabbing their bags out of their lockers and practically sprinting for the parking lot. 

Once everyone else is gone, Eddie turns to Buck, who’s been slowly peeling out of his soaked clothes in the corner. “You wanna shower here or at home?”

Buck’s button-up lands on the floor with a splat. “Here. I don’t want this smell in your truck.”

After he shucks out of his pants, he scurries off to the showers in his boxers and undershirt. Eddie briefly considers grabbing a plastic bag from the kitchen for Buck’s clothes, but decides instead to follow him. He knows the shift was disheartening, but the little rain cloud of gloom that’s been hanging over Buck’s head since he fell in the water has Eddie mildly concerned.

Eddie finds Buck in front of the far shower stall, frowning down at the cheap shampoo and conditioner that Eddie knows he hates using. Making sure to keep his steps a little heavy so that Buck hears him coming, Eddie walks up behind him and winds his arms around Buck’s waist. It’s a little more PDA than is strictly workplace-appropriate, given that Buck is basically in his underwear, but somehow Eddie doubts that Bobby would give them grief for it today. After a few seconds, Eddie feels Buck relax slightly, leaning back against him.

“Eddie, I’m disgusting,” Buck says, but the protest is half-hearted at best.

And, look, logically Eddie knows that Buck’s talking about himself in this specific moment, still dripping and smelling of stale water – but Eddie also knows that Buck’s insecurities still pop up sometimes when they’re least expected, and Eddie will never pass up an opportunity to reassure his boyfriend.

“Nah,” Eddie says, squeezing him round the middle. “You’re pretty.”

Buck blinks, scoffs a little, but Eddie doesn’t miss the way the back of his neck goes red. “I’m literally covered in bird shit water.”

“I mean, I’m not gonna pretend this is the best you’ve ever smelled, but.” Eddie shrugs, smiles. “You’re still pretty.”

Buck turns around in his arms and, yep, Buck’s face is definitely flushed, “Oh yeah? You hot for me or something?”

Eddie rolls his eyes playfully. “You finally figure that out after eleven months?” 

He leans in, but before he can prove just how serious about this he is, Buck stops him with a gentle hand in the centre of his chest.

“Okay, okay, I believe you,” Buck says, chuckling. “And I also love you too much to risk you getting some weird bird flu if you kiss me when I’m like this.”

“Fair point,” Eddie concedes, and lets Buck go. “Better hurry up and rinse off. And then I’ll show you just how hot I am for you when we get home.”

“’Kay,” Buck grins dopily. And then he’s scrambling out of the rest of his clothes, nearly tripping as he gets his feet tangled in his boxers in his haste.

Eddie snorts at Buck’s eagerness, but he won’t tease him for it. Not today. As Buck bangs the shower door closed behind him, Eddie begins removing his own uniform. His shirt is slightly rank from the hug, but they have to do laundry anyway. And besides, a little smell is more than worth it to see Buck smile.

(also on ao3)

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Written In The Stars CXVIII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: You guys have no idea how attatched I am to this fanfic idk what I’ll do once it’s over omg -Danny

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Chapter Sixteen: The Agreement.

Mel felt the cloak fall off her and Harry tried to move, but Hermione held to his wrist.

"Not yet! She might not be gone yet."

"She's goin' back ter the castle," Hagrid replied, peering through the window. "Blimey... inspectin' people, is she?"

"Yeah, Trelawney's on probation already..."

"'Mountain's scenery'," Mel scoffed. "That old cow, I wish I could put her in her place..."

"Me too," Harry sulked.

"Um... what sort of thing are you planning to do with us in class, Hagrid?" Hermione inquired anxiously.

"Oh, don' you worry abou' that, I've got a great load o' lessons planned! I've bin keepin' a couple o' creatures saved fer yer O.W.L. year, you wait, they're somethin' really special."

"Erm... special in what way?"

"I'm not sayin'. I don' want ter spoil the surprise."

"Look, Hagrid," Hermione said tensely, "Professor Umbridge won't be at all happy if you bring anything to class that's too dangerous —"

"Dangerous? Don' be silly, I wouldn' give yeh anythin' dangerous! I mean, all righ', they can look after themselves —"

"Hagrid, you've got to pass Umbridge's inspection, and to do that it would really be better if she saw you teaching us how to look after porlocks, how to tell the difference between knarls and hedgehogs, stuff like that!"

"But tha's not very interestin', Hermione. The stuff I've got's much more impressive, I've bin bringin' 'em on fer years, I reckon I've got the on'y domestic herd in Britain —"

"What now?" Mel asked in fear.

"Hagrid... please... Umbridge is looking for any excuse to get rid of teachers she thinks are too close to Dumbledore. Please, Hagrid, teach us something dull that's bound to come up in our O.W.L..."

"Lis'en, it's bin a long day an' it's late," He said tiredly patting Hermione on the shoulder. "Oh — sorry —" He stopped when he noticed he was forcing her to almost kneel. "Look, don' you go worryin' abou' me, I promise yeh I've got really good stuff planned fer yer lessons now I'm back... Now you lot had better get back up to the castle, an' don' forget ter wipe yer footprints out behind yeh!"

As they made their way back, Ron spoke.

"I dunno if you got through to him, 'Mione..."

"Then I'll go back again tomorrow," said Hermione determinedly, then looked at Mel. "You with me. We'll plan his lessons for him if we have to. I don't care if she throws out Trelawney but she's not taking Hagrid!"

"I agree with you," Mel sighed. "I guess I could help you by keeping Umbridge busy with other stuff."

"Like what?" Ron raised a brow.

"Maybe it's time I take your brothers' offer..." She said quietly.

Fred caught up with her before breakfast that Sunday.

"Hi," She said awkwardly. It was her first time talking to him after the Quidditch match. "What's up?"

"I just..." Fred started, "we never set a time for our... you know?"

"Oh," She grimaced, looking around the Great Hall. "Right."

"Is it okay if we have it today?"

"Right now?"

"After breakfast?" He shrugged.

"Okay?"

Fred wasn't doing anything that could be taken as inappropriate but he was, however, sitting far from his twin and Lee Jordan, which was extremely rare. No one had tried to sit on the empty place next to her, which let her know people was definitely avoiding them.

"Fred?"

"Hmm?" He replied chewing.

"Does everyone know what we did?"

Fred snorted, swallowing his food and smirking.

"Was it supposed to be secret? Sorry lady, but if you kiss someone in the middle of the Quidditch field, people will see you."

"Not always though," She mumbled.

"What?"

"I don't understand why are they being so weird!" Mel frowned. "It was just a stupid kiss! We didn't turn into aliens or anything..."

"What's an alien?"

"Nevermind that," She pushed her plate away. "I've lost my appetite..."

"That's unlike you," Fred raised a brow. "You're sure you're okay hanging out after this? If you're not feeling well–"

"It's not that," She said. "I just... I don't like it when they stare at me like that."

"If it makes you feel better, they're all staring at me. They hate me."

"Pfft–" Mel snorted. "How could anyone hate you?"

"It's true!" He said. "They hate me because you kissed me, you didn't choose them."

"What a terrible loss that must be!" Mel said dramatically. "All those broken hearts!"

"Half the school hates you too," Fred added teasingly.

"I know that," Mel smirked. "But what's the reason now?"

"Because you snatched me away from them!" It was Fred's turn to be dramatic. "I had thousands of options but you've stolen my first kiss! Now I belong to you, I can't do anything about it."

"That wasn't your first kiss!" Mel exclaimed.

"It was, I swear!" Then he added cheekily. "It was my first as much as it was yours."

Mel's eyes widened in horror. "Who told you?!"

"Blimey, no one!" Fred's mouth fell open. "I was joking!"

That made her face turn redder.

"Fred!"

"Please, tell me you didn't kiss Flint–"

"I'd never kiss—!" Mel stopped, people were starting to stare more intently now. She continued in an angry whisper. "I didn't kiss Flint!"

"Ron?" Fred scrunched up his nose.

"Knock it off," She groaned.

"Harry?"

"..."

Fred frowned. "I have more questions..."

Mel stood up.

"Time's ticking, Weasley. You better use it wisely."

"You'll clear my doubts?"

"If they're all about Harry, then no," She glanced at him, trying to ignore the whispers as they walked past their classmates. "It would be weird to talk about him with..."

"With whom?" Fred smirked. "One kiss and you're planning our wedding? A bit forward if you ask me—"

"Oh, shut it," Mel rolled her eyes. "Don't you think it's weird?"

"I'm just trying to get to know you," He shrugged. "The romantic side of you– You know, if I'm going to take any part in it..."

"We'll see," She raised a brow. "You're allowed to step out of this if you want and so am I."

"Fine."

Fred continued to walk next to her with ease. He had a soft smile on his face, enjoying himself. Of course he would, he'd always liked the spotlight. Mel was having a more difficult time, this didn't feel like the attention she would get from her friends, this felt like cold analysis, they were measuring her and Fred, trying to form an opinion.

She felt a bitter nostalgia about the way things had unfolded with her and Harry a few months back, this was exactly what they'd managed to avoid, but she had messed up this time.

"So..." She started. "Tell me about your first kiss..."

Once he replied, Fred asked her about hers and she made him promised he wouldn't say a word to anyone, not even George. When Mel finished her story, Fred wasn't that surprised.

"Well, no one caught you kissing or anything," He tilted his head, "We could see there was something going on, but none of us felt the need to confirm it."

"As it should be. Some people are so nosy! Take Skeeter, she gets paid for making up rumours! This wouldn't happen if we could just mind our own business..."

"Life would be boring without a little bit of drama," He nudged her arm playfully.

They sat on a bench, right under one of the trees near the lake. It was cold but not freezing, and they were wearing their robes, so they would be fine for a while before the wind could become a problem.

"My turn again!" Fred said enthusiastically. "Why did you kiss me?"

For some reason, the question caught her off guard. She knew why she'd kissed him, but she didn't want to upset him. Ginny reacted badly when she'd thought Mel was using her brother, how was he going to react?

"I... uh..." Mel fumbled with the end of her scarf, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. "You know I'm fickle..."

"Not as much as before! The only times you lose your temper now is when you talk to Harry. Which is weird, because—"

"I know, I know," She huffed exasperatedly. "Because I was always soft around him! Ugh! I know I had him as this knight in shining armour–"

"Knight?" Fred asked with a smirk.

"I won't fall for it again, all right?" Mel crossed her arms, feeling cornered. "I won't let him get to me this time."

Fred's smile faltered.

"Listen, I know you're not one to play with people's feelings," He scratched the back of his head. "That being said, right now it feels like you only kissed me to prove a point..."

"I do like you," She said, gazing at her shoes. "Not that way though... but I think you're funny and nice— Don't let it get over your head, but your flirting was really good too, even if you were joking..."

"I was joking at first, just to get a reaction from Ron's," Fred gave her a small smile. "But then you kissed me... I mean, I'm confused, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to try..."

"It could," Mel sighed. "Whatever happened between Harry and me... Fred, I don't want to ruin our friendship."

"Me neither," He admitted.

"This is a bad idea..." She reflected. "I don't think I'd make a good girlfriend right now."

Fred stayed quiet for a moment.

"How about we keep it casual?"

"What?"

"We don't have to call ourselves anything if we don't want to."

"What do you mean?" Mel frowned.

"Kind of like... well, you know Eddie Carmichael?"

"Yeah?"

"He has this thing with Lisa Turpin," He moved on his place to face her. "They don't date but... well, they do plenty of things without being exclusive."

"Fred," Mel bit her lip to avoid laughing. "You're asking for a 'friends-with-benefits' thing?"

"No!" He said, then added. "Yes? Well, you don't want to date me!"

"I said I'm not sure!"

"You're in love with Harry," He stated. "Don't deny it. I get it, you were snogging seven months ago—"

"We weren't snogging—"

"You're not someone that takes this lightly. I'm giving you a choice, Mel, if we insist on making things formal when you clearly don't want to be with me like that, things will get messy, but I still want to make you feel better. Going out and having lots of fun is a good way to heal."

"So you're taking one for the team and decided to be the one who shows me what I've been missing?" Mel joked.

"We must make sacrifices once in a while," He sighed. "It hurts me, giving up my virtue, but you're my friend and your wish is my command."

Mel snorted, nudging his side playfully.

"I'm pretty sure I'd heal even if you don't snog the grief out of my body..."

"You're talking nonsense already!" He rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, Mel. I'll take care of you..."

He cupped her cheeks and kissed all over her face -but stayed far from her mouth- which caused her to laugh in a way she hadn't laughed in months.

"Okay! Okay, I get it!" Mel pushed him away. "We must set ground rules, though."

"How about... since you're still a lovesick mess for Potter, I'll try to keep him off your mind as often as I can, that way you can focus on other things."

"Like you?" She teased.

"Maybe," He smirked. "But also like the D.A.— You're a great teacher, lady. Your students can't have you moping over a boy."

"Okay, but you won't try to kiss me unless I say it's okay."

"Sounds a bit tough," Fred pouted. "You're a good kisser—"

"Also," She continued, speaking a bit louder. "If anyone asks, just say we're dating— even if it's not entirely true, it'll keep a few people away from me and that's wonderful, I don't want their company..."

"You mean Goldstein, don't you?"

"Merlin, the boy is so annoying," Mel murmured.

"You have to help my brother and me with our pranks and products," Before she could argue, he added, "my girlfriend would want to help me succeed! Others might find it strange if you don't spend time with me, they'll think you don't care!"

"They'd be right."

"That's no way to treat your future husband, Lady Dumbledore."

"Finally," She said, standing up and offering her hand to him. "No one can know about this agreement. If we start to date for real at some point... it's our business and our business only. Understood?"

"Yup!" He stood up, holding her hand with a pleased expression. "One last thing?"

"Yes?"

"You can put an end to this anytime," He said. "This is meant to be fun, so if you change your mind or it makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me. I promise our friendship will remain intact."

"You can't promise that," Mel said quietly. "You can't know."

"Look at me— I swear it won't change."

She stared at him carefully.

"...We're just fooling around, right? It's nothing serious?"

"Just fooling around," He conceded. "And we can stop anytime you want, just say the word. I only do this for the same reason I asked you last year to the Yule ball. I think we could have a lot of fun."

"This is not the type of fun you were thinking of the first time, right?" She asked doubtfully. Fred laughed.

"Not at all!" He admitted. "But I don't mind this either..."

"Yeah," Mel looked down at their intertwined hands. "I don't mind it much either..."

Mel had to endure the whispering and glances towards her for the rest of the weekend and the entirety of Monday. Fred was having perhaps too much fun with it, and if he was present during the whispering, he would loudly flirt or mess with her.

She was torn between enjoying his attention and mortified at the fact that they were lying to their friends. Sure, they had an agreement, but ever since their talk, Mel had been very careful not to be seen alone with Fred, and she became really quiet about her private life even though all their friends were bombarding her with questions about her 'relationship'.

One thing that she wasn't expecting was Harry's reaction to the whole thing. Sure, she wasn't doing this to watch him throw a tantrum and yell at Fred about betrayal and all, and she couldn't be sure about him not being hurt, but overall, he was handling it with utter indifference.

He would talk to her and share notes while studying or preparing the classes for the D.A. but gone were the hours spent talking about nothing and everything from years prior. Harry was just another classmate.

The others thought that the sight of Mel without Harry was strange, but the pair were warming up to the idea. Truth be told, neither Harry nor her knew what it was to live in the other's shoes anymore.

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Sunshine Riptide - Eddie Kaspbrak

Warning(s) : virgin! eddie, eighteen! losers club, smut

Authors Note : okay okay idk if i like how this turned out, we’ll see lol. i wanted to post some kind of fic because it’s been a while and i love you guys

Words: 2.6k

Request :

I love your writing so much!!! 😍 I was hoping for some Eddie action- maybe down in the quarry where it’s just him and the reader? ;)

I have a request for a fic! An Eddie smut . Where you find out he's a virgin and you offer to help him out with that and it leads to him confessing his feelings?

I have a request for a fic! A smut with Eddie , where you go down on him for the first time

The sun shone down on the crystal blue water of the quarry, it’s waves brushing up against the steep wall of rocks that lined around the lake at the bottom. It was a hot day in Derry, the high today was going to reach almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit and the low being only 89. Summers in Derry always seemed to reach a point where the heat was almost unbearable, and it had been a little late this summer, considering it was almost the last week of July. 

Deciding that there was no way to get rid of this heat at home, you and Eddie decided that it would be fun to go down to the quarry to cool off. Despite the heat, it was a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky. You couldn’t just waste this day. And there was no other loser that would come with you, some of them were stuck inside the house because of their parent’s fears of heatstroke, or they were hanging out with family. 

There was only one other person in the group who could go outside today, and that was Eddie.

Well, Eddie wasn’t exactly allowed to go outside either. His mother was increasingly anxious that he would die if he even set foot outside in such extreme weather. It was pretty common for him not to be allowed to hang out with the group for whatever reasons. But today you had practically begged your best friend to come out to go to the quarry with you. And he did, sneaking out of his bedroom window with a bag that seemingly had his swim trunks and a towel. 

Now here you two were, alone at the quarry, standing at the edge of the cliff. You were a little nervous about this whole thing, being here with Eddie alone. Mostly because you thought that Eddie was very attractive, kind, caring, and funny. It was a crush, a big one at that. And the fact that you were now standing with him alone, him only in his swim trunks were not making things better.

“We should probably jump before we die of heatstroke,” Eddie muttered to you, turning to face you. You looked over at him and laughed, taking a moment to take in his sppearance once again. His hair, which had now grown curly, was almost golden brown in the sunlight. And the freckles that peppered his nose and cheeks. His toned chest also made you swoon even harder. You couldn’t get enough of him.

Leaning over the cliff to take a look at the water, you said, “You should go first.”

“Oh, come on Y/N. You’re scared?”

“And you’re not? You’re telling me that you, Eddie Kaspbrak, aren’t freaking out about jumping?” You said to him. Eddie liked to freak out about the most random things, and you knew that the jump scared him half to death. 

He played it off cool though, his hands wringing together and nodding. “Nope, not one bit.”

You smirked. “Then you should jump first.”

He gulped. “Fine,” He looked at you one more time, walking backwards so he would have a running start. He took out a deep breath and then suprisingly, ran forward and jumped right off the cliff into the water. You watched him fall and splash into the water, waiting for him to get far enough away from the splash site and then you too jumped off the cliff. 

Feeling the water on your sunsoaked skin, you sighed out in relief. Eddie heard it and looked towards you, almost as if that noise had caught his attention. You shrugged it off, not thinking of it when you felt him splash water in your direction. “Hey!!” You yelled, arms raised up and splashing him back. 

This went on for a little bit longer, you two gradually getting closer to each other with each splash. There was a moment where his hand grazed your arm and you blushed like crazy, going under the water to hide it.

It was truly the best day to be at the quarry. And somehow, no one was here with you guys. Because of the opening of the new Derry pool, many people didn’t come down here anymore. Usually it was just the Losers who were down here to swim. Not that you minded, that just made the quarry all that much more special to your little group. 

Now Eddie looked even more beautiful. His curls were now soaked with water that dripped down the front of his neck all the way down his torso, glistening in the sunlight. You had to physically stop yourself from your jaw dropping at how hot he looked. And the funny thing was, he didn’t even know how hot he actually was. Eddie didn’t think that anyone liked him, which couldn’t be more from the truth. You heard the way that some girls would talk about him, about how hot he was, smart and funny. Some of them even wondered what he was like in bed. 

You too have had thoughts like that, thoughts that were starting to plague your mind every single passing second you spent with him right now. 

You wanted him.

Scratch that, you needed him.

And by the looks of it, he seemed to want you too. You pretended not to see it at first, like the first time he had looked at you when you let out that moan of relief from the water. But as time went on, you could feel his eyes on you when you weren’t looking. It excited you to think that the boy of your affections was thinking the same thing you were. 

So you started to toy with him, see how long it would be before he broke. 

You two had retired to laying on your towels by the water. You were laying down on your back with sunglasses on facing the sun. You made sure to puff out your chest as much as you could in your bikini, wiggling sometimes so that your breasts would move a little bit. 

Seeing that that wasn’t enough, you decided to go even farther. 

Sitting up, you reached behind your back and untied the back strap of your bikini, feeling the ends fall down to your side. You used your arms to keep the material along your chest in place while turning around so your exposed back was facing the sun. You heard him take in a sharp breath, making you smirk behind your sunglasses. 

“What? I don’t want any tan lines on my back,” You said in a sweet, innocent voice. Even though your intentions were anything but that. 

After a few more minutes, you turned back over, not caring as your swimsuit top fell off of you, exposing your chest to the sun. 

Eddie must’ve been drinking water, because you heard him breathe in and start choking on something. A smirk still not leaving your face, you took off your sunglasses and turned to face him. 

“Something wrong Eddie?” He motioned to your chest through his coughing fit, trying to attempt to shield his eyes from you. But you could see he was struggling, and there was a growing buldge in his swimwear. 

Just what you wanted. 

“Y/N, you should . . .” He trailed off, losing his train of thought. You cocked an eyebrow. 

“I should what?” You asked innocently, scooting closer to him so you two were only inches away. You blinked, a sickly sweet smile appearing on your lips. 

Eddie breathed out, his breath fanning your face. His cheeks were dusted a light rosey color, his breathing unsteady. It was silent for a few moments between you two, making you more and more anxious by the second. His eyes glanced down at your chest, then to your lips, and then back to your eyes. He opened his mouth, saying, “You should cover up before I can’t control myself anymore.”

That was enough to make you lean forward, your hands falling onto his chest. He met you halfway, pressing your lips together for a heated kiss. Being this close to him was making you get more aroused, feeling the bare skin of his chest against your hands. You had gotten what you wanted, and it seemed that he was as well. 

Eddie moved so that he was on top of you, hands coming to each side, still kissing you. Your hands trailed up to tangle themselves in his hair, pulling at the curls, earning a groan from him. Your stomach flipped in excitement, that groan was incredibly sexy, and you could not get enough of him. His lips were intoxicating, Eddie tasted better than you could’ve ever imagined. 

Your mind, which had once been thinking about Eddie as a friend, were now consumed with lust for the person above you, wanting to see him. To feel him. The need was forever growing. 

“Eddie,” You breathed out, pulling away from him. “I need you.”

He twitched in his swimsuit against the inside of your thigh at your words. Eddie looked into your eyes and took his bottom lip in between his teeth. Suddenly, he looked nervous. 

“I want you too Y/N, but what if someone comes down here?” He said. 

You put your hand on his face. “We’ll be fine. No one comes down here.” That was usually the case. However, there was still the chance of there possibly being a person coming down here to fish or something. But then again, the whole idea of getting caught was kind of hot.

That seemed to convince him, his lips pressing against yours for a split second before pulling away yet again. You groaned out, missing his touch. What was holding you back?

“Eddie, what’s wrong?” You asked, an almost annoyed expression on your face. If he was just nervous about someone catching you two again, then you didn’t know what else to say to him. 

“Y/N, I’m . . . I’ve never done this before,” He sputtered out. 

Your eyes widened, expression softening. Oh. “You’re a virgin?”

An embarrassed blush came to his cheeks. “Don’t say it like that.”

You shook your head, smiling at him. “It’s okay Eddie, I’m just suprised. You’re so . . . well, you’re so you.” How could you explain how great of a person he was? There was no real way, not enough letters in the alphabet. “I can help you with that, if you want?”

He looked at you with wonder in his eyes, a hint of lust if you looked hard enough. He wanted this, Eddie wanted you. You just about melted right then and there. Slowly, he nodded. Yes. 

You pushed him onto his back, crawling up his body to lay on it. With care, you kissed his lips, trailing all the way down his jawline, neck, and then his torso. Every single kiss was calculated, making sure to take your time as you got closer and closer to his waistband. Your hand teased at the edge of it, pulling the fabric and having it snap back onto his skin. Eddie’s hands flew to your hair, moaning a little bit at the contact. 

You took your time to slide his swim trunks down, pulling him into your hands and pumping. He was breathing heavily now, the hands in your hair pushing you towards him desperately. You laughed a little bit, “Eager much?”

He didn’t respond, instead smiling sheepishly. You licked his tip, still pumping him with his hands. A few seconds later you opened up your mouth and stuck your tongue out, looking up at him. Go ahead.

Eddie got the memo, pushing you onto him. You felt his cock go all the way to the back of your throat, sliding your tongue under it. The sound that came out of him was enough to drench your swimsuit bottoms. You glanced up at him, seeing his head thrown back with red cheeks puffed up. Your name slipped out of his lips like it was the only thing that he could say.

Bobbing up and down on him, you felt spit drip down your chin, feeling the need to breathe. Pulling off, his hands in your hair came and held your face, his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek. It was so sweet and caring, you’ve never felt this connection with anyone else you’ve had sex with. 

You leaned in to continue your previous actions, but he pushed your face away and instead rolled you over again, so you were on your back. He kissed you, his hands coming to take off the rest of what you were wearing. The kiss was sweet, passionate with lots of emotion. He wasn’t nervous, he was confident in himself. 

“Tell me how to make you feel good,” Eddie whispered to you. You nodded, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand down to your clit. He experimentally swiped over it, making you shiver, gripping his wrist and leading him further down to your enterance. A finger idly swiped against it, seeing a positive reaction. 

Feeling that same finger enter you, your hand gripped his wrist tighter, keeping him there. His thumb stayed rubbing against your clit. 

“Fuck, Eddie,” You moaned out, kissing him again. Once he got more confident with one finger, he added another one, stretching you out. The pressure was building up, making your moans more and more desperate for him. “I’m going to cum.” You looked at him in the eyes and he watched as you reached your high, feeling that familiar sense of euphoria wash over you while he still thrusted his fingers in and out of you. 

He pulled the two fingers out, both of them slick with your arousal. You looked so beautiful like this, spread out before him, your hair surrounding your head like a halo. You took his breath away. 

“Okay, I’m ready,” Eddie said in a moment of confidence. You spread your legs, waiting for him to push into you.

It wasn't long before he did, giving you a moment to adjust to him bottoming out. He thrusted in and out, finding a steady pace. Your legs came to wrap around his waist, making him hit a deeper spot in you that sent you screaming. You were so tight. Eddie started to get louder as well. 

Right away you can feel that chase towards your high forming in you again, getting closer and closer as you heard Eddie muttering your name. His hand came and started to rub your clit again, just how you had showed him before. He was so hot, thrusting into you out in the open. Pleasure took over, along with lust, guiding you both to that peak. 

His name rolled off of your lips like a mantra, kissing and nipping at his neck to make a few marks. 

“I’m-” He started, but you interjected with, “Me too.”

His thrusts got harder this time, out of rhythm with each other. 

And you both saw stars.

You two rode out your orgasms together, him eventually stopping and stalling inside of you. For just a moment, you two just sat there against each other.

Eddie pulled out of you, rolling over to lay beside you. Your breathing steadied and you turned to face him. 

“Eddie?” You asked, putting your hand on his cheek so he would turn to face you. 

“Yes?”

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “I didn’t just do this to be your first time.” He raised an eyebrow, staying silent as you still spoke. “I guess . . . I guess I’ve always had feelings for you.”

You bit your lip, awaiting some kind of answer. 

Him pulling you into his chest for a hug, kissing your cheek was an answer enough.

[slaymamahouseboots]

Platonic stozier for the soul

Honestly I’m so starved of stozier content I decided to just feed my self so let’s go shall we pallies? Also IT never happened coz I’m a slut for au’s

Stan and Richie are BEST FRIENDS

Fite me m8

You literally can not take that away from me

Richie joined stans kindergarten class half way through the year because he was kicked out of his last one (totally not for calling the teacher a whore because he heard his dad say it)

Stan was totally a loner

People made fun of my small boy for liking birds and always having his pencils in neat little line

The first week of Richie’s new school he accidentally bumped stans table, and made him draw a thin i black line on the bird drawing he was doing, while he was excitedly jumping around

Stan got mad and punched Richie in the face with his tiny fists of rage

They both had to stay in at recess to ‘think about what they’ve done’

After 10 minutes of lil Richie shuffling awkwardly in his seat next to stan he apologised for knocking his stuff and told stan he liked the bird drawing he had been doing

Baby stan can’t keep a grudge like big boy stan so he forgave him and they’ve been inseparable ever since

In first grade the bigger kids picked on Stan for his (at this point undiagnosed) OCD and Richie would sit with him and make dumb inappropriate jokes till he felt better (“staniel?” “What” “why did the boy drop his ice cream?” “Why Richie?” “Coz he got hit by a bus!” *SnOrT*)

In fifth grade a kid with a stutter was having trouble presenting to the class and peeps were starting to laugh so our lovely boys decide to fake a fight to get the pestering crowds eyes away from 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂(*whispering* “stanthony punch me in the face” “what?” “I said punch me in the face did you not hear me?” “I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ when you talk but usually it’s subtext”)

The next day bill thanked them and introduced them to his besty the one and only Eddie and suddenly our duo was a- four...o...? I’ll stop

Entering middle school Richie realised he may slightly possible have the teeniest tiniest crush on a certain asthmatic germaphobe and obviously went straight to Stan to freak out because ?????????? A crush on a boy ?????????? This was Unheard-of to the poor 11 and his dad would KILL him if he found out

But as y’all probably already guessed Stan completely shut him out and never spoke to him again the end.

But seriously stans closeted ass gave rich a huge hug and let him hush over Eddie spaghetti for hours then on end with zero judgment and just a few eye rolls at the really sappy shit (“omfg Stan you don’t understand his eyes are just so pretty I could literally stare into those fuckers for the rest of my life and never get tired of them” *massive fucking eye roll*)

Seventh grade stan realised he was gay and immediately went to Richie to tell him even if he was scared he would be rejected because ‘Richie still likes girls’ ‘what if he thinks I’m a freak for only liking boys???????’

His nerves were settled by a sleepover at stans and more talk of crushes (coz maybe possibly perhaps Stanley has a dummy thicc crush on our boy Billiam) and cute celebrities

After Mike, Ben and Bev joined the losers club was complete and Richie n Stan felt comfortable enought to come out the rest of the group as bi and gay

Of course Richie came out with an inappropriate joke (“I know my heart belongs to Mrs. K but I have to say, Bill, you’re dads been lookin like a snack recently”)

The whole squad™️ were cool with it and Eddie looked excited when Richie came out???????? (Obviously our boys had another sleepover and just fucking died of squeal syndrome)

Sophomore year Eddie and Richie finally got together and Stan was just so fucking happy for them coz ?????? Richie is literally his best friend in the world????? And if Richie’s happy he��s happy???????

Obviously the very next week bill finally grew a pair and asked out his long standing crush and obviously that crush was stan and obviously Stan said yes and cried and obviously called Richie and obviously they squealed and o-

When Richie’s dad found out he was a big ol bisexual tho,,,, let’s just say things were less than ideal (“I didn’t raise a f*ggot!” “d-dad please!” *slap*)

Instead of going to Eddie (who he’d been dating for let’s say 6 months now) Richie went to his home away from home and let stan be his shoulder to cry on and ear to rant to and warm body to hug

When stans parents found out about Richie’s dad they let him temporarily move in until his parents got a divorce and he could stay with his mom in an apartment across town (because I refuse to let Richie be all alone and omg soft Maggie is everything)

The day before graduation the pair go to the quarry and just chill and talk and reminisce about their almost identically childhood and laugh about how different they each remember events (“hey rich remember that time in like ninth grade when you got so drunk you fell off a table and impaled yourself in the arm with a fork???” “AcTuAlLy StAn ThE mAn, I believe it was you who was stabbed.” “ThEn WhY dO yOu HaVe FoUr HoLeS iN yOuR aRm?¿?¿?¿” “...... oh yeah” *sNoRt p2*)

When the boys had to eventually split up to go to collage they cried so much Richie literally got a migraine and Stan was all light headed

They said their heart felt goodbyes to all the other losers except their respective boyfriends (coz no way are stenbrough and reddie breaking up now) and hugged till stan and bill had to got on the plain to fly them to wherever it is they’re going to collage I guess

Over the years tho, the bromance never dwindled and when it came time for them to both get married (obviously to Eddie and bill) they were each other’s best man and oh my god the embarrassing speeches (“The day I met you Richie was the best day of my life because before you even said your name I got to punch you in the face” *que laughter* “Stanthony Denbro-Urine, I’ll never forget the time you dropped out of a tree and into a lake while bird watching and subsequently broke your wrist because oH MY GOD was it fucking hilarious.” *more laughter*)

Even when they had kids they couldn’t help but be the worlds sappiest best bros with Daniel Stanley Tozier-Kaspbrak and Stephen Richard Denbrough-Uris being the best of buds for as long as they can remember

So basically Richie and Stan are inseparable and literally need each other to survive and omg I love them so much and stozier gives me life do yeah

Yeah idk how to end things so jckxnskdndknsnksk done. Also this is like literally the first time I ever written one of these so please give me fuckin validation????? And reblog????? And also fuckiiiinnnnnn??????? Let this get notes?????? And send in prompts for me to do if you don’t hate this?????? Coz I love y’all?????? And omg??????? Yeah

[hanscom]

💛-mermaids? Idk how specific i need to be but for the losers club lol

Everyone who’s from Derry has heard about what lives in the quarry.

There’s not a name for them. Those who are unimaginative (or perhaps just lazy) call them mermaids, but that’s not what they are, not really. Mermaids are supposed to live in the ocean - not in some small, dingy, manmade lake.

People come from all over to see them. All sorts of shops have set up downtown: quaint seafood restaurants with voluptuous, finned ladies as their logo. Gift shops with miniature blown-glass keepsakes. A visitor center with a half-dozen pamphlets, each with their own suggestions on the best way to see the creatures. Late at night, some say. Early morning, say others.

Personally, Richie thinks it’s all a big hoax. A tourist trap to drag people to Derry, to blind them with enough supernatural hope so they can’t see what an awful place it really is. They bring their children and entertain them with a few good hours of creature-hunting, and then the kids inevitably get bored of finding nothing, and so they move on. But not before they spend a few dollars in the McDonalds drive thru and at the gas pumps on the edge of town. These people keep Derry alive. They’re paying for a lie, but they don’t have to know that.

Richie works as a tour guide, of sorts. Mostly he keeps an eye on the quarry and picks up litter and occasionally saves a kid or two from drowning. He hates his job. He’s good at his job. He’s been doing this since he was sixteen. He’s almost twenty-eight now. Twelve years of this shit, and he’s never once seen them, these quarry creatures.

He used to believe in them. Every Derry kid did. They all got caught up in the magic, too young and dumb to understand that dull look in their parents’ eye, the way they didn’t quite believe what they were saying. That’s the way he talks now. The parents give him sympathetic half-smiles, but the kids latch on to his every word. He feels bad, sometimes, deceiving them, but it’s just harmless fun. Like Santa Claus.

It’s a Wednesday night in the middle of October, one of the slowest nights of the entire year. School is just starting to get serious. Kids aren’t worried about mermaids when midterms are coming up. Richie hasn’t seen a soul all day, but he kind of likes it like that. It’s peaceful down on the water when no one’s around. Cold already, but not freezing yet. Quiet. Sometimes the wind dips down into the quarry and makes a loud, hollow, miserable noise, but the air is pretty still now.

Which is weird, because he just heard a splash.

That happens, sometimes. There are fish in the quarry, and small turtles. But that sounded sort of big. Well, whatever. Maybe something rolled off the cliff and fell in.

Or maybe someone’s trespassing. Best to check. Just in case.

His boat is a little wooden single-person kayak. It floats perfectly on the water, used to his weight. He’s gotten good at rowing it, even when it’s stormy out and the water acts up. It’s calm now, but there’s that sound again. Splash! Far off to his left. The water ripples.

“Someone out there?” he yells, feeling stupidly like an actor in some bad horror film, the one that dies in the first ten minutes before the good shit even starts. He turns his phone’s flashlight on and casts the light onto the water. It reflects, suddenly and unexpectedly, off of someone’s face.

Richie jumps back so hard he almost tips the kayak over. A gasp tears out of his chest, raw-sounding. The person in the water flinches away just as hard, backpedaling in the water, surprisingly graceful. He has nothing to push off of but he somehow manages to dart back a few good feet, out of reach of the light cast by Richie’s phone.

“You’re not supposed to be swimming here,” Richie calls. He sounds braver than he feels. What kind of lunatic goes for a dip in mermaid-infested waters? Not that there really are any mermaids. But this guy can’t know that. He’s not a local. Richie has never seen him before.

The boy doesn’t say anything. Richie only knows he’s still there because he can hear the gentle way he’s treading water. His movement makes small waves lap quietly against the side of the kayak.

“You have to leave,” Richie tries, more forcefully this time. “Don’t make me call the cops.”

Richie can just barely see movement outside the perimeter of his flashlight’s reach. He leans in, trying to make his eyes adjust, and then jumps back again when the guy pops up out of the water, suddenly a few inches from him.

“Jesus!” he gasps, clutching his chest. “Stop doing that!”

The man smiles. “I’m sorry,” he says, but he doesn’t sound very sorry. He sounds like he’s trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, yeah,” Richie mutters, his heart still pounding. “Laugh it up. You done messing around now? You’ve played your prank, let’s go.”

The man bobs in the water. His movement is fluid. Seamless. He’s clearly a strong swimmer. Maybe he was one of those weird kids who always wanted to be a mermaid, and now he’s trying to come home to his real family or something. The thought almost makes Richie laugh.

He doesn’t say anything. A handful of strange, silent seconds pass. “Hello?” Richie says eventually, waving his hand in front of the man’s face, careful not to get too close. “Can you hear me?”

“I can hear you,” the man says calmly. “You’re very loud.”

Well, this guy is certainly not the first person to ever say so. “And you’re very quiet,” Richie points out. “You’re the one trying to sneak up on me.”

“I wasn’t trying to scare you,” the man says. “I thought you had left. You’re usually gone by now.”

The hair on the back of Richie’s neck stands up. This guy knows his schedule? Jesus. This might be worse than he thought.

Maybe he looks as terrified as he feels, because the man stares at him, cocking his head to the side. “Is something wrong?” he asks. “You don’t look like yourself.”

Fuck. Oh, fuck. “I’m fine,” Richie says faintly. How the hell is he gonna get out of this one? He’s a strong rower, but this guy looks like maybe he’s a stronger swimmer.

“Are you sure?” The man’s eyes are wide and dark, deceptively gentle. He floats closer to the boat and puts his hand on the side of it. Richie is half-afraid he’s going to tip it over, but he doesn’t. Instead, he says, “You look pale, Richie.”

Richie’s heart jams up in his throat. “You know my name?” he squeaks out, pathetically frightened and unable to hide it.

This strange man smiles a strange smile, like he’s humoring Richie. “Of course I do,” he says. “You’re the protector.”

The protector…? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

“Dude, I just do what I get paid for,” he says, trying to sound calm and convincing. “I’m not, like, the guardian of the quarry. I don’t give a shit what happens to it.”

The man looks strangely upset by that. His face crumbles into a displeased frown. “That’s not true. You protect it.”

Richie shakes his head. “The only thing I do is make sure no one litters and that people stay in the designated swimming area,” he argues.

The man nods eagerly. “Exactly. You keep us safe.”

Us…?

Richie stares at him. “The only thing I keep alive in here is the wildlife. So unless you’re part fish, I’m not protecting you.”

Something twitches on the man’s face, something both amused and exasperated. “Isn’t that what your people say we are?” he asks. “Part fish?”

God. Oh, God. This guy is cracked.

“Are you trying to say,” Richie says, his voice shaking just the slightest bit, “that you’re a mermaid?”

The man laughs. “Of course not,” he says, and Richie would be relieved except he follows it up with, “That’s not what we’re called.”

Richie probably shouldn’t encourage this delusion, but he can’t resist. “What are you called then?”

The man considers the question. “Eddie,” he finally decides.

Richie’s eyebrows furrow. “You’re called Eddies?”

The man shakes his head. “No. I’m called Eddie.”

“Oh,” Richie realizes. “That’s your name.”

Eddie nods happily. “There are others,” he says, more talkative now, perhaps pleased that Richie is humoring him. “Stan and Bill and Bev and Mike and Ben.”

“Those are pretty normal names,” Richie points out.

Eddie smiles. “You couldn’t pronounce my real name,” he says. “We stole these names from humans. We didn’t think you would mind.”

Richie nods like he understands. God, he has a headache. He just wants to get this nut out of the water so he can go home. “Where are you friends?” he asks, just in case.

“Oh, they’re hiding,” Eddie says dismissively. “They’re scared of you.”

Richie almost laughs. Of all the ludicrous ideas, that one almost beats out mermaids. “Why? I’m not scary.”

“I know that,” Eddie says. “You’re good. But we’re not supposed to talk to humans.”

“Why not?” Richie asks.

Eddie levels him with a flat look like it’s a stupid question. “Because they want to hurt us,” he says. His voice doesn’t sound playful anymore. Instead it’s melancholy. Heart-wrenching. Ancient, like he’s actually much older than he appears. “They come here to find us, pretending they would be happy just to see us. But all they really want is to hunt us.” He peers at Richie and his expression suddenly clears. “You’re not like that, though.”

Maybe this is all a dream. Maybe Richie never really woke up this morning. Maybe he fell and knocked himself out and and this is all in his subconscious. Maybe this is a feverish hallucination. Maybe he’s dead and this is some really weird afterlife.

He pinches himself, just to be sure. Yep, still hurts. Eddie watches the movement, looking confused, and then understanding passes over his face.

“You don’t believe me,” he says. He doesn’t sound upset about it, but Richie is still half-afraid he’s some kind of lunatic ready to snap, so he quickly shakes his head.

“Of course I believe you!” he protests, but he must not sound very convincing, because Eddie latches both hands onto the side of the boat. He’s going to tip it, Richie realizes frantically and he tries to brace himself for the cold water. But nothing happens.

Well, nothing except that Eddie lets his body float away from the body, so that it’s almost horizontal with the surface. His head and chest are still above water, held up by his grip on the kayak, and his back and shoulders are strong and muscled and bare, but Richie isn’t looking at that.

Richie isn’t looking at that because there, past his waist, where there should be legs, there’s… there’s a tail. It’s long and wet and shining, reddish-brown, flecked with gold. It is scaly and thick and pulsing gently, keeping Eddie’s body afloat. It starts somewhere near where his hips should be, vaguely flesh-colored at first, and ends with a fin, split and delicate-looking. It comes up out of the water and then falls back with a heavy splash, and then disappears underneath the surface as Eddie rights himself again.

Eddie, for his part, looks rather smug. “I told you,” he says.

Richie opens his mouth to say something. Anything. But slowly, steadily, his vision starts to blur and go black. He doesn’t realize he’s passing out, and there’s no time to save himself from falling back into the water. He hears a shout and then a splash, and then, right before everything goes totally black, he feels someone grab him, solid and strangely warm, holding him up, keeping his face from sinking below the surface.