#thank anon i haven’t laughed that hard being caught off guard in awhile

[umbralstars]

Hello there, would Cloud shoving the black materia up his bum have successfully kept Sephiroth from getting it?

Oh so it's my turn? Jsnsjs I've read some Sefikura fics before but this is new

....theoretically that depends on if the Sephiroth Copies could get it out cause the real Sephiroth is trapped in a crystal prison until the Black Materia is somehow delivered. So that's all I have to say on that.

[robinrunsfiction]

-inhuman noise- you're one of my fave MCR writers; your Basement!Gee makes me squeal and flail happily. SO I kinda have a request? (Actually I have about a million requests but I'll try not to spam you.) Like, the (female) reader and Gerard are best friends, have been for awhile. Perhaps it's just after finals (or during the winter holidays) and they're hanging out in her dorm and maybe he finds her 'toy' stash? idk, confident!reader and shy!Gee are my jam. IDK BUT ILY MUCHLY

Learning Curve

Pairing: Gerard Way x Female Reader Rating: Mature (smut) Requested By: Anon Word Count: ~1,350 Author’s Note: Love a college AU! This was a fun request, thank you!

“Isn’t it kinda weird that we pack up our whole lives to live in these tiny, shitty dorms for like four months, and then we pack everything back up just to go home for another month, just to then bring it all back for another four months!” you practically shouted as you paced your room.

“You really hate packing huh?” Gerard laughed from where he was sitting on your bed.

“Obviously!” You said throwing your hands in the air before bursting out laughing. “I just don’t know what I can’t live without for the next month or so. Obviously my computer, art supplies, and some clothes. But I do have clothes at home, and hygiene stuff,” you thought out loud.

“You’re still gonna come up to my place for New Year’s Eve right?”

“Oh definitely! That means I’ll have to bring something I’d wear to a party.”

“I mean, I dunno if we’ll go out to a party,” Gerard replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well you know I’m always ok with hanging out too,” you smiled. Really all you cared about was the thought of kissing him at midnight, if you were lucky.

“Do you still have my Smashing Pumpkins hoodie?” Gerard asked as you folded up clothes and stuffed them in your duffel bag.

“I may have already packed it,” you giggled.

“Hey (YN), can you come here a second?” The girl across the hall called to you. She had a date that night and had been asking your opinion on what to wear all afternoon.

“Yea just a second! Gee, if you want the sweatshirt back, it’s in the bag. I was gonna take it home and wash it, but,” you shrugged before heading across the hall.

After confirming with your neighbor that she looked smokin hot, you headed back to your room. When you walked in, Gerard was kneeling in front of your duffel bag. In his hands was a smaller bag that you stashed your toys. It was open, and his cheeks were burning red.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what I had grabbed, and I’m ugh” he groaned dropping the bag back into your duffel and getting up.

“Gee, it’s ok,” you smiled, putting your hands on his chest to stop him from rushing out. “I mean, they’re just sex toys. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“How do they,” he shifted on his feet uncomfortably. “I mean… what all do you...”

“Do… you wanna check it out?” You asked hesitantly.

Gerard ran his hand through his hair nervously and shrugged before eventually nodding.

A smile crept across your face. Minutes before you were hoping you were gonna get to kiss Gerard in a few weeks. Now you were about to fool around with him? This was a dream come true. “Ok,” you nodded. “Umm, don’t think I’m like… busting all of this out every weekend or whatever,” you laughed.

“(YN), we usually hang out most weekends,” Gerard replied. “I think I’d notice.”

You laughed. “Ok fine, yes but umm, come on,” you said picking up the bag, and taking his hand, leading him over to your bed. “So I have some restraints and a blindfold. Those haven’t seen any action in a long time,” you said in a disappointed tone. “And umm, my vibrator, and some… other things, but maybe save those for another time.”

Gerard’s eyes were as big as the moon when you looked up at him. “How’d you know you liked all that stuff?”

“By not being afraid to try stuff,” you shrugged. “Practice makes perfect and all that.”

Gerard nodded again. “I’ve only done like… basic, vanilla stuff.”

“Do you wanna try something new?”

“Yea! Yea, I mean if you want?”

You nodded this time. “I’ve always kinda wanted to kiss you Gee. Anything more, well, that’s just icing on the cake.”

Gerard bit his lip as he tried to keep from smiling too big. You both leaned in and your lips met chastely at first until you ran your hands through his hair, giving a little tug, and he responded with a moan. You smirked to yourself as you realized how much fun you were about to have with him.

You climbed into his lap, pushing him down onto the mattress as his hands slid under the hem of your shirt. You let your hips grind down against his as your tongues moved together. You broke the kiss long enough to pull Gerard’s shirt off and grabbed the wrist restraints from your bag. You could feel how hard Gerard was getting underneath you as you got them set up around the headboard of your shitty dorm bed. 

“Hands please,” you said and Gerard complied. You secured his hands above his head, and bit your lip at the sight. “We probably won’t need it, but safeword?”

“Pomegranate?”

“Sounds good,” you nodded in agreement. You pulled the blindfold over his eyes before shifting down his body to undo his belt and pull down his jeans. You palmed him over his boxers, and he let out another moan.

You pulled his boxers down and then took him in your mouth. He let out another delicious moan as you started to bob your head, one hand working what you couldn't take in, the other scratching at his pale thigh. Gerard's moans and gasps had to be the best thing you'd ever heard. 

"(YN), I'm close," he warned and you pulled off.

"What do you want Gee?" You asked innocently. 

"You."

"To do what?"

"Ride me."

"Perfect," you replied. You grabbed a condom out of the bag, sliding it on him. "Ready?"

"Yea," he replied, almost whimpering.

You took off your clothes before climbing back over him. You lowered yourself slowly over him. His lips parted in ecstasy and you wished you hadn't put the blindfold on him so you could watch his whole face.

"Oh my god," you gasped at how he filled you. When you started to move on him, you watched as he tugged against the restraints, wishing he could touch you.

"I'm, I'm not gonna last," he moaned. "I'm close."

"Come for me, Gee," you gasped. With a moan you felt him coming undone beneath you. The sight was more than you ever could have hoped for.

You stopped moving after a moment and pushed the blindfold off and you couldn't help but giggle at how blissed out Gerard looked.

“Sorry that was so quick, I just, it was just so fucking good. Like better than I ever dreamed it would be. God, and you’re so beautiful”

“It’s fine, I… wait, you’ve thought about this before?!”

“How could I not (YN), you’re like everything I’ve ever wanted in a girl.”

You grinned and leaned in and kissed him hard again. “If you wanted to, you could take care of me another way,” you suggested when you pulled back.

“Yea, but you’ll have to let me go first,” he replied with a laugh.

“Right,” you laughed before releasing the restraints around his wrists. You rolled off of him as he took a moment to clean himself up.

When he turned his attention back to you, it was more than you expected it. It felt like he was practically worshipping your body. He kissed you passionately, and then made his way down to your neck, chest, down to your thighs. The kisses and attention he paid to each touch was deliberate and tender. As he made his way between your legs, you were caught off guard at just how good he was. Your back arched off the mattress as you grasped at his hair, moaning as he slid first one finger, then another inside you. It wasn’t much longer you were coming undone yourself.

“Well this has certainly been more fun than packing,” you laughed once you had calmed down.

“Can… we maybe not have this be a one time thing?” Gerard asked shyly.

“I would love that,” you grinned. “And I think we definitely should stay in for New Years.”

[bbaronpiper]

Red

Hi, to the anon who requested this, I’m sorry it took too long. I got a little busy and haven’t had the time to write it until today. Soooo.. here it is, I hope you’ll like it. 

Also, I don’t know if the translations of the lyrics are right. I just googled it. lol. thanks google! Parts in italics are either flashbacks or thoughts and paragraphs inside a parenthesis are translations. Some names here are completely made up. sorry if it happens to be your name. 

I don’t know which category will fit this story. fluff? angst? smut? definitely is smut *winks* or all of the above. 

Lastly, this one isn’t proofread yet, probably will revise later when I woke up (it’s 5 am and I haven’t slept yet. blame the coffee) if there are mistakes or rewrite the whole thing hahaha. okay enough talking. Enjoooyy! 

Hiii I saw your taking requests & I wanted to request an Arón Piper imagine. Where him & the reader are costars & he’s always had a crush on her but she was in a relationship until her boyfriend cheated on her & because of that her & Arón became closer & she eventually let’s him in for them to be more than friends. I got the idea from the song Soltera by Lunay ft Bad Bunny & Daddy Yankee (basically it just says how she’s single & that’s trendy rn & that she wants nothing to do w/ love)

Arón x reader

“Y/N, are you almost ready? the party started like an hour ago!” you heard Omar groaning in the living room. You are going to a sending off party the Elite’s casts and production team set up for Danna, Mina, Ester, Jorge and Alvaro.

You look at yourself on the mirror one last time and put on your red high heels before opening the door of your room. You wore a red sleeveless bandage dress that complement your curves and ends just before your knees, your hair tied up in a ponytail exposing your neck up to your chest. You matched your dress with a bright red lipstick. So bright enough to scare a hooker. You were never this extra, you’re more of a girl next door type of girl. But that was then.

Months ago, you believe that red symbolizes love, celebration and happiness. Funny no?  But now, you don’t believe in love or in any of those things anymore. The old you were long gone and now, red has a new meaning for you: fire, fierce, and power sometimes anger.

“Damn girl! You’re on fire!” Ester said excitedly examining you from head to toe. This was more of her style and it suits her perfectly. Me? I’m not sure, but I try so hard just to bury my old weak self. My old self that believed in happy endings.

You laughed “Thanks to you! I should do more shopping time with you!” you said to Ester. You heard Omar clearing his throat “Okay, okay, we’re going hot stuff! So impatient!” laughing even more with the girls as Omar rolled his eyes at you. “Finaaalllyyy!!!!” he said dramatically. You took his arm and went downstairs.

Once you arrived at the club, you saw paparazzi’s on the entrance blocking the way making it almost impossible to enter the club. You expected this as you are a public person now, but you never got used to it. Grown ass men calling after your name at the same time, sometimes saying nasty stuffs too while their camera flashes at your face almost blinding you. “Y/N! Y/N! I heard you and Mateo broke up? What can you say about that?” “Is it true he cheated on you?” “he’s with Elena now, he says she’s much better than you!” that last one caught you off guard that you almost stumbled. Luckily, a hand grabbed your arm, tucked you in his arms shielding you from everyone and pulled you inside the club. You didn’t freak out even though you didn’t see his face. You knew who it was by the smell of his perfume.

You looked up and saw Arón looking at you worriedly. He must’ve heard it, you thought. He was about to say something when you beat him to it. “God that was crazy! Thank you though” you said lively like it didn’t bother you. It did, for a second but you were over it. You promised yourself you wouldn’t let anyone hurt you ever again. So, you put on a smile on go on with life.

“Anytime, Y/N” Arón said as he loosen his grip on your arm, slides it down to your wrist before totally letting go. You notice him just standing there staring at you so you took his hand and led him inside the club, the others following you close behind. You didn’t mind holding his hand or any of your cast mate’s hands, you two are good friends, you see him as a brother. He was there when you’re crying over your asshole of an ex-boyfriend. He knew what he did to you. He knew about all of your drunken nights and one-night stands and you knew about his. He was just like you. He enjoys life, loves to party and likes to fuck but never commit. That’s why you two grew much closer than before.

After one to too many shots, you are now having the time of your life. You’re a hot mess dancing and grinding over Jorge on the dance floor with Danna doing the same on him on the other side. “Oh man, you know I’m gonna miss all of you!” you screamed over the loud music. “eh? You’ll be fine you still have Arón” Danna laughed devilishly and winked at you.  oh this girl is so drunk. You looked over at Arón on the other side who’s not looking drunk yet with Itzan who on the other hand is dancing like crazy. He was always like this. He needed to get drunk a little first to bring out his extrovert side.

He was already looking at you so you raised your middle finger up at him and smiled. He laughed at you knowing it’s something you got from him. You both stared for awhile and you notice something different on the way he looked at you but you can’t just point it out. Was it just the alcohol you had or is he really… “You know he’s crazy bout you right?” Jorge said close to your ear snapping you out of your eye-fucking contest with Arón.

“what?!” you heard him but you just want to make sure you heard it right. You hear Danna laughing loudly and suddenly you burst out laughing too. You don’t know why but probably it’s because you both are drunk as fuck and everything is so funny at this point. You took Danna’s hand and start jumping up and down with her, laughing about nothing. “Y/N!! Y/N!!! it’s so fucking fun in hereeeee!!!!” she slurred. "I knooowww rigghhttt!!?" You continue jumping all over the place with her until Omar and Mina joined you and eventually more people did. Your head was spinning but you didn’t care. You’re having fun. You needed this.

You felt your back, mostly your ass bumped on to something. You turned around and saw Arón smirking at you. Soft blush starting to show on his cheeks signaling he’s drunk enough. “Heeeeyyyyyy Julio Manueeell!!!! You having f-fuuunn?!!!” you laughed at his face and scratch his shaved head. “Eh, not as much fun as you’re having, Y/S/N” he said while shaking his head at you. You and Arón has this thing where you call each other by your second names. Giving you both some type of ownership on one another. Like no one can call you by it except him, and his by you. You closed the gap between the both of you. pressing your body against his and spoke close to his ear “C’mooon I’ll shooowww yyou what’ss fuunn!!” He turned his head to the side at the same time you finished talking making your face so close to him. So close your lips almost touched. Damn this alcohol.

Soltera by Lunay ft Bad Bunny & Daddy Yankee started playing and you both went crazy. “This is our jam!!!” you screamed. “Your jam!” he corrected laughing at your drunken state putting emphasis on the word your.

You are dancing closely with your back against him. Swaying your hips as his hands went to your waist. You smirked to yourself as you felt his growing bulge on your ass. You didn’t care how close you are to him or if people will see you. Again, Blame the alcohol. You just want him close. So you grab him by the back of his neck and pulled him closer. His face was now buried on the crook of your neck. The feeling of his soft lips and the warmth of his breath turned you even more. You both drunkenly singing along to the song when he suddenly tightened his grip around your waist and turning you around to face him.

He grabbed your face with both of his hands and started singing to you. “Me dijeron que te acabas de dejar, Que el bobo aquel te engañó” (They told me you just left that fool that cheated on you.)

 “Que ya no crees en el amor. Que andas suelta igual que yo. No sé, pero la noche está pa’ desquitarno” (That you don’t believe in love. That you’re on the loose like me. I don’t know but the night is made to get even) He continued looking straight into your eyes.

The look on his face confused you. You guys are just friends right? But why is looking at you with so much.. what is this? Passion? Even on your drunken state, it had you thinking if he was sending you a message. Whatever. You decided to go along with it and send him one too.

“Porque 'tar soltera está de moda. Por eso ella no se enamora” (Because being single is in style. That’s why she doesn’t fall in love.) You sang to him with as much passion as him, smirking. “'Tar soltera está de moda. Por eso no va a cambiar” (Being single is in style that’s why she’s not going to change). Now it was your turn to hold his face while singing the lyrics hoping he got your message.

You both just dance there not giving a fuck about anybody, singing the song to each other the whole time trying to send the message. You are not ready for love nor commitment. You think you’ll never be ready for it. You promised yourself never again. Besides, it’s Arón. What you have with him as friends was so beautiful that you never want to ruin it by taking it to another level.

“Si no, nos vemo', mami, en el after party. Ponte pa'l problema, ándale, déjate ver. Lo que aquí empezamo', lo matamo' en el motel” (If not, mami, we’ll see each other at the after party. Get ready, let’s go, let me see you. what we start here, we’ll end at the motel. You’re singe, I’m single) Arón finish off the lyrics, with eyes full of lust. You were sure of that by now.

“okay, mister, did you just ask me to fuck you?” you said seductively as you bit your lip.

“Si” he said simply.

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You woke up the next morning feeling like you’re still drunk. Your head was still spinning a bit so you decided to get up and go to the kitchen to look for some medicine. You grabbed the door knob and twist it open. Hmmm that was weird? since when did I paint the door white? you thought to yourself but shrugged it off for now as you desperately needed that medicine.

You walked around the apartment absent mindedly trying to get to the kitchen when you bumped into someone. “AAHHHH!” you screamed as you were surprised that someone is in your apartment when you live all by yourself. You heard the other person screaming as well. You looked up and saw who it was. “Arón! What the fuck are you doing here?!” you said trying to cover yourself as you are only wearing your oversized shirt. No bra, no panties, just your shirt.

“Umm, I live here?” Arón said unsure also questioning himself now. Scratching the back of his head.

“wha-? What do you mean you li-..? you looked around and saw the white walls, the windows made of glass where you can see Madrid’s skyline. Panic starts to creep in now. You looked at yourself. fuck. It’s not your shirt! It was Arón’s. You looked back at him turning red as a tomato. “Did we….? You trailed off afraid of his answer.

Arón laughed his ass off as he looked up laughing so damn hard. You hit him playfully on his stomach. He returned a small “oww!” from the hit you gave him. “The fuck you laughing about, dumb ass?” growing impatient now. Desperate to know if you fucked him.

“What do you think, Y/N?” he raised his eyebrow on you. “why are you all so red now, babe?” biting his lips trying to hold his laughter.

“Dare laugh one more time and I swear I’ll beat the shit out of you Julio Manuel” you threatened him as you massage your temples. “ugh damn this headache”

“C’mon sit, I’ll get you breakfast and medicine while you rethink your life choices… specially last night” he teases.

“fuck you, Arón” you gave him the dirty finger as you proceed to his kitchen table.

“You already did, cariño” your eyes widened as he gave you a wink in return. You took a deep breath and placed your elbows on the table supporting your head. Trying to think about the events on the previous night.

You tried so hard to remember but all you get was flashes of memories. The last thing you remember at the club was when you asked him:

“okay, mister, did you just ask me to fuck you?” you said seductively as you bit your lip. “Si” he said simply.

Then you remember grabbing his face and smashing your lips onto his. “Fuuucckk!!!” you whispered to yourself but Arón heard it and chuckled. “What you remember now?” he asked playfully.

You put your pointer finger up at his direction “Shhhh!!! Not a single word from you again, Piper!” as you went back to thinking again.

Arón came back with two plates of pancakes. One for him and one for you and one Advil for your headache. “Thank you” you murmured. You looked up at him and saw he has his goofy smile plastered on his lips. You knew he was about to mess with you again so you glared up at him. He just shrugged and bit his lips in return.

“Can I?” Arón asked with his voice full of lust as his hands was already placed at the hook of your bra. As soon as you moaned yes, he wasted no time and unhook it revealing your breasts. His pupils getting larger and darker at the sight of you. He then proceeds to kiss your neck down to your collarbone. He kissed everywhere around your breast but not your nipple. Trying to tease you. he kissed you lower and lower until he reached the hem of your panties. Your hand then travelled to his bare chest down to his belt buckle and undone it. you unzipped his pants and tried to pull it down but failed. “Arrrooonnnn!!!” you pouted and whined like a ten year old that can’t reach the jar of cookies on the top shelf. Arón then laughed at you, sit up and remove his jeans by himself.

“God you are so drunk Y/N, you sure you wanna do this. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you?” you didn’t answer him. You just pulled down your panties. “ohh okkkkaayyyyyyy” Arón said under his breath feeling himself getting harder. “say red if you want me to stop, okay?”

 “Just fuck me.” And just like that. Arón grabbed both of your ankles and spread your legs wide. He started off licking your clit slowly and slid a finger inside you and curling it. earning a moan from you.

“You’re so wet, Y/N” he spoke and dive back in. licking you harder and faster than before. Grabbing the back of his head, you felt his tiny hair around your fingers, pushing him harder against you. He looked at you from in between your legs. You had your eyes closed and your mouth opened forming an O shape. Just about before cumming, he stopped.

 “Why’d you stop? Haven’t said red. have I?”

“I gotta have you. Now.” He aligned himself on your entrance. looking at you asking for your permission once again. You trailed your fingers to his chest down to his abdomen ‘til you reached his dick. You wrapped your hands around it, stroking it a little before guiding him inside you. you heard Arón groan. As you sighed in pleasure. He felt so good. He started pushing in and out of you slowly until it became faster and faster slamming on your g spot. You heard yourself screaming his name.

“Fuck Arón, you feel so good.” You moaned thrusting upwards to meet with his. Earning loud groans from him. He leaned down and kiss you. Sucking on your lower lips. You wrapped your legs around him forcing him to go deeper. The sounds of your moans filled the room and you felt yourself clench around him. And you knew you were close.

“That’s it baby. Cum for me” Arón encourage you. With that, you finally let yourself go. Arón not far behind you feeling your pussy fluttering around him. He pulled out of you, stroke himself and cum on your stomach.

“Fucking hell” you said as you instantly dropped the fork your holding and looked at Arón who was sitting opposite of you. He still had his goofy smile on him. Is he seriously happy about this? “Arón, what happened last night… we gotta, we gotta forget about it” you stuttered as you watch his face drop.

“huh? Why?” He stared at you trying to figure out what you were thinking.

 “You know damn well why, Arón” You looked down on your untouched pancakes avoiding eye contact.

He didn’t say a word for a while. “I’m not him, you know” he said under his breath poking on his pancake with his fork.

“I know that. I never said you are him” your heart’s starting to race. Unprepared of the coming conversation with your best friend. “but we’re fine like this right? You don’t want to be in a relationship, and so do I. Arón, we’re friends. We don’t wanna ruin it” trying to make up excuses but in reality you’re just scared to admit it to yourself.

“We?!” he asked clearly disappointed at the words he just heard from you. “who’s we Y/N? you meant you? Cos if you’re gonna ask me, I’m more than willing to try”

 “Arón you know I can’t. I’m happy being single. I’m done with all those fucking heartbreak! I just want to be happy!” you raised your voice a little, getting frustrated at the fact that Arón, your best friend said, he’s more than willing to be with you.

“Then we’ll be happy together! I’ll make you happy!” he said at the same tone you had. His eyebrows furrowed.

“It’s not that simple!” you completely lost your cool now. “You don’t know what it feels like! It’s hard that you’re always the one willing to take a bullet for the one you love only to discover that they’re the ones behind the trigger! I can’t go through that again!” you pointed your finger at him.  “it would kill me. You think I chose this? You think I chose to be this stone cold?” tears now forming on your eyes.

Arón’s face softened at your words. He stood up and walked over to your side pulling you close to him. You were still sitting down so your head only reached his stomach. “Shhhhh! I’m sorry Y/N, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry” he tries to soothe you as he rubbed your back. “but please just hear me out?” you nodded your head yes as you sniffed. He knelt down on your level looking at you with love in his eyes. “Y/S/C, you know I had my eyes on you the first time you walked in on set.” He caressed your cheek with his thumb. “I figured I liked you that one time when you pulled a prank on Miguel and Itzan causing the whole cast to laugh. I knew I loved you the moment I saw you crying over him outside the club and you told me what he had done. I can't believe he treated you like shit when you deserve the world. I spent my whole night with you when all I wanted was to knock him out. I mean don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed your company. But yeah, I’d rather beat the shit out of him that night” he said causing you to laugh a little. “I know I said I don’t wanna be in a relationship right now but what I really meant was, I don’t want to be in a relationship if it wasn’t you.”

“I’m scared” your voice was trembling. 

“I know baby. I know. I can’t promise you I won’t hurt you ever in anyway. That’s not how love works, right? We will probably hurt each other at some point. But I can promise you that I would never ever hurt you the same way as he did. Just let me prove it to you. Please? Don’t give up on love just yet.” He said with sincerity. You knew him. You knew he wasn’t lying.

You felt yourself melting under his gaze. You stayed silent as words fail to form on your tongue. So you just placed your hand at the back of his neck stroking it gently like he did to your cheeks and your other hand layed on his chest close to his heart. You felt his heart beating faster and so is yours every second that passes by.

You thought about it hard. You weren’t exactly sure when it happened or when it started. All you know for sure is that right here and now, you are falling hard and you are hundred percent sure he was there to catch you. it would be tragic to let something like this pass.

“Sometimes we have to stop being scared and just go for it. Either it’ll work or it won’t. That’s life, no?” you stared at him waiting for his reaction. Small smile forming on your lips.

Arón smiled widely at you and exhaled the air he was holding in for a while now while waiting for your answer. He hugged you tightly whispering “Te quiero, Y/S/N”. He pulled away and kissed you passionately. You kissed him back with as much passion as his. You felt his hand travel up your thighs but just before things got heated, you pulled away.

“Woah, lover boy, can I eat my pancake first?” you said winking at him. He just laughed, shook his head and went back to his seat, pouting like a baby. “Why do you have to be such a tease?”

You stick out your tongue and your middle finger up at him, smiling. Happy at the thought that he brought back the meaning of red you once tried to forget. 

[emilightniing]

You Can Fix This (Part 2)

(Finally finished the second chapter; I really hope it was worth the wait! I was so happy to see that people seemed to enjoy chapter 1 so much, and I can’t wait to continue.

I’ve had a couple requests to tag people for new chapters, so @fleecal and @am-i-heaven-or-am-i-hell (as well as that one awesome anon; you know who you are!), here’s part 2! And if anybody else wants to be added to the tag list, please do send me an ask and let me know.)

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He looks like shit.

You’re surprised you didn’t notice it the first time around, but Mark really does look like… well, death. Standing much closer to him now than you did before, and knowing what you know, it’s blatantly obvious that he’s not okay. His eyes are hollow but manic, with deep bruise-colored bags underneath, prominent against his ashen skin. And that’s just the face— you don’t want to think about what you’d find underneath his robe. 

Thirty-seven times. Goddamn. You don’t know if it’s more disturbing that he’d choose such a brutal and painful method, or that somehow it still didn’t work. Now that you think about it, in fact, it makes sense that he’d want everyone to be drunk for this final attempt— drunken eyes miss things, and sure enough, nobody suspected a thing that night. It worked out far too well, and part of you feels a tug of doubt; maybe you’re already too late. Maybe none of you should have come at all.

You take a sip of your champagne, partly to calm your nerves and partly to hide any expression that might potentially give you away as you listen to Mark’s soliloquy. 

“… Who knows?” he’s saying with a smirk. “I could be dead tomorrow.”

A shudder runs through you and the drink turns sour in your mouth. You don’t want to listen anymore, and you certainly don’t want to talk to him alone. The way he laughs sounds so bitter and cold; maybe it’s just your imagination, but it sounds like he’s enjoying this.

It shouldn’t really surprise you, you realize. He does know exactly what he’s doing; this was all done as some sort of twisted revenge on the Colonel and Celine, and maybe even Damien— who, as far as you know, did his best to stay out of the messy affair between his sister and his closest friends, but you suppose that through Mark’s eyes, anyone who wasn’t on his side was against him. Neutrality wasn’t an option. 

Part of you wonders how much of that was really Mark, your friend, and how much came from the house’s influence… but regardless, he did steal Damien’s body. That’s something you still can’t really fathom, and you want answers. You need to know why he felt the need to drag everyone else into this. He may have been selfish, but he was still your friend. At least, that’s what you thought. The time you’ve spent in this house has certainly done well to challenge everything you thought you knew.

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Everyone’s mingling still, but you know the first round of poker will be starting soon. Now’s your chance.

“Mark,” you say, catching him just as he’s slipping out of the parlor, obviously trying to go unnoticed.

He turns around, clearly not expecting to see anybody following him. 

“Ah, Y/N! Glad you could make it tonight, what with your new job keeping you so busy.”

“I— of course I came,” you say, wanting first to try and lead him into trusting you. Then you’ll go from there. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. I’d like to ask, though… how have you been?” You look at him with a slight amount of sympathy, but not enough to give yourself away.

“Well, I’ve been excellent, thank you,” he replies, a little too quickly. Very, very casually, he picks up another glass of champagne off the butler’s tray and hands it to you. You accept but don’t drink it yet. It’s painfully obvious to you that he wants you to pay as little attention to him as possible. 

(This, you note with some amusement, should be your first clue that something is out of the ordinary with him.)

Cautiously, you press on. “Well, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you properly. I’ve been really anticipating talking with you.” Not entirely a lie, you tell yourself.

His smooth smile doesn’t falter, but you can see in his eyes that he knows he’s trapped for the moment and he’s looking for a way to divert your attention. Well, two can play at that game, you think. “I was actually hoping I’d finally be able to meet Celine tonight.”

There. It works as expected; he’s caught completely off guard. Of course he’s kept the affair a secret to avoid public scandal, and as far as everyone not directly involved knows, he and Celine are still happily married. But it’s been so long since he’s left his house that he hasn’t had to pretend for anyone for awhile. It’s clear from the look on his face that you’ve opened a fresh wound. Guilt tugs at you briefly, but you know you need to stand your ground now.

After taking a long sip of his drink— which is another thing, you’ve really only just realized; you haven’t seen him drink socially in years— he looks at you and responds noncommittally, “She won’t be joining us this evening, I’m afraid. She has other… affairs to attend to.” 

Your eyes widen; you can’t help it. The way he says is is so casual, so blasé, that it’s almost a little funny. But you realize immediately that it’s too late to cover your surprise. Mark’s seen your reaction, and it tells him more than enough. He just raises one eyebrow and smirks. 

“Aha. I knew Damien couldn’t keep himself from telling you. He swore up and down he wouldn’t, but I’m not stupid, Y/N. I know he tells you everything.”

You shake your head, perhaps a little too emphatically. “No. He didn’t tell me, I promise. He doesn’t even know that I know.”

He scoffs, clearly not convinced, but the two of you are interrupted by the detective as he comes over to introduce himself to you (so his name is Abe; why didn’t you bother to learn that before?) and chat with Mark. You excuse yourself after a moment, glad to have more time to prepare for the confrontation that will almost certainly have to continue later.

Not too long after that, a game begins at the round table in the corner. The butler— whose name, you learn, is Benjamin— continues to serve more drinks than necessary, clearly under Mark’s instructions. Unsurprisingly, it’s hard for you to focus on playing poker, and you end up losing a lot more often than you did the first time around. The others poke fun at you for it, and you take it in stride. What else can you do?

“Well, let’s see,” Mark muses as the third round begins (or is it the fourth? You can’t really tell; unfortunately, in your desperation to calm your panic, you’ve probably drunk more than you should in this situation). “Y/N, surely you can do better than that. Maybe you something to motivate you to play to your full potential.”

You stiffen slightly, now on your guard. This didn’t happen before, you’re sure of that. “Oh?” is all you manage to say. Clever.

Mark is shuffling the cards with impressive dexterity, not breaking eye contact with you as he starts to offer his wager. “If you lose this round…” He smiles mischievously; you can see his eyes light up as he settles on the stakes. “You’ll have to kiss Damien.”

The Colonel and Abe both laugh out loud; the former especially sounds particularly giddy at the prospect.

You’re less amused, however. “What? I— you’re joking.” It’s more of the unexpected nature of the dare than any unwillingness on your part, but you’re suddenly terrified. “Come on, be serious.”

“Oh come now, Y/N,” Mark says jovially, “you know I’m dead serious.”

Nobody else notices, of course, but you do, and your flushed face drains of color slightly. He’s trapped you. You have to play this off as embarrassment, or else everything will be ruined. “Well… fine then, but if you lose the round, then you have to kiss Damien.”

The words leave your mouth easily, and you’re thankful for that. To any uninformed observer, this looks like just some teasing banter between friends. William laughs even harder (you get the impression that he’s fairly intoxicated already, but still, part of you is glad to have made him laugh), and Damien raises his eyebrows as high as they can go. 

“Why is it me?” he protests indignantly, trying to play it off cooly, but you can see how deeply he’s blushing. For a second, you consider taking it back so as not to embarrass him, but then he shakes his head and lets out a resigned laugh. “All right, well then. I suppose this is a challenge for me to lose this round.” 

This makes everyone chuckle. The game begins.

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You try. 

At least you’d like to convince yourself that you’re trying your hardest, but you’ve never been very good at keeping a neutral face anyway, and your diminished concentration (and all right, perhaps some subconscious, well… curiosity) essentially guarantees that you lose the round in less than fifteen minutes. If you’re being honest with yourself, you never stood a chance. Your beloved host is clearly trying to distract you by any means possible, and it’s working.

Mark shakes his head in mock disappointment at you. “Well, well, seems like you’re not exactly on the top of your game tonight. One might almost think you’ve had something else on your mind entirely this whole time.”

Bastard. “Well, I don’t play well under pressure,” you mumble, taking another sip of the cocktail you’ve been holding onto for a bit.

Damien looks at you, sensing your embarrassment; you try to avoid his eyes. “It’s fine, Y/N, you don’t really have to—”

“Oh yes, you do!” Mark and William say in unison, cutting him off a little too enthusiastically. They exchange surprised looks followed by slightly warmer smiles, which you take as a good sign.

“Be nice to them,” Damien chides his friends, but you can see that even he’s suppressing a grin. Whether it’s due to the drinks and lively atmosphere, the fact that the Colonel and Mark finally seem to be reconciling their differences, or— do you even dare to think that he might be smiling at the thought of you having to kiss him? Surely, you think, it’s laughter that he’s holding back more than anything.

“It’s— it’s not really any trouble,” you rush to say before your nerve leaves you. “I mean, I don’t mind. I agreed to it, after all. If, well, if you don’t mind, that is.” 

You wince slightly at how much you’re stammering, but Damien looks… pleased?

“Not at all. It’s certainly not the worst possible outcome of that wager, anyway.” He gives Mark a pointed look, earning another round of laughter from the table.

Your seats are technically next to each other, but you still have to stand up and take a step over to him in order to be close enough to reach him. He stands as well, a few inches taller than you but not so tall that you can’t lean up a little and press your lips to his. 

So that’s what you do. 

It’s not as awkward as you thought it would be; in fact, it feels pretty natural. And warm. You can’t deny that.

It doesn’t last very long; only a few seconds pass before you both lean back, not daring to make eye contact. You know you’re already a little flushed from the alcohol, but your face is burning now. A side glance confirms that Damien is just as red as you are. But he’s smiling.

The Colonel, Abe, and Mark raise their glasses in mock toast. They spend the next hour or so grinning cheekily and making the occasional comment that makes you either shoot them a death glare or stare down at the table, feigning deep interest in your hand of cards. 

At some point, you feel a brief reassuring squeeze on your shoulder from Damien, and it helps you relax a little.

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The game is abandoned eventually, as you knew would happen, and the group splits off to begin some absurd drinking challenges. You politely decline this time; your head isn’t completely clear, but you still haven’t forgotten what you need to do here, even if the answer to why you’re here at all still eludes you.

Your watch reads 10:24 when Mark pulls you down into the wine cellar, requesting to speak with you alone.

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Mellifluous - REDDIE (Part Three)

Mellifluous - A sound that is sweet, smooth, and pleasing to hear.

(Part Three)

Reddie AU- Richie Tozier, a 17 year old broken boy in a broken home and his best friend/first love, Eddie Kaspbrak, a 16 year old mute boy who’s silence is loud enough to keep Richie sane.

hey guys! i hope you enjoy this chapter even though I’m convinced it turned out like shit. I’m sorry it took awhile to post but I’ve actually been fairly busy recently ( i even have a job interview tomorrow ) so thank you for being patient AND FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!! wow i love u all.

Warnings - shitty writing??? lmao

Word Count - 1.3k

The two boys stayed on the cold tiled floor for the next hour, surprisingly no one even looking for them. It made sense, they were probably invested in the movie and while normal people would feel bad that their friends forgot about them, Richie was sort of relieved.

With one hand, Eddie opened his fanny pack and grabbed the sticky notes and a pen he always kept for situations like this. Richie never got the hang of sign language but maybe someday he would.

Eddie rested the papers on the lid of the toilet, scribbling down some words with Richie still held tightly in his other arm, the rocking back and forth continuing slightly. He dropped the pen and shoved the notepad between them for Richie to see.

The paper simply read “I can’t help if I don’t know what happened.”

Richie sniffled and gripped the other boy’s shirt. Eddie wanted to help him and though Eddie had always been there for him, Richie still wasn’t used to people caring enough.

He squeezed Eddie’s shirt once before pulling back, a little too fast for Eddie’s liking, and stared at him. Eddie could see the broken pieces of Richie behind his eyes and it hurt. It hurt to see his best friend like this.

Richie just stared at him before leaning his head back and letting out a single laugh, his hands running over his face. He shook his head. “It’s so dumb, Eds.” He spoke, just staring at the ceiling. He wanted to play this off. Say he was over tired. Maybe even lie that he actually was scared of the movie but no one would really believe that.

Eddie ignored the nickname, it never actually bothered him but now wasn’t the time to bitch at Richie for saying it. Eddie tapped Richie’s knee, nodding as if telling him to continue when Richie looked at him again.

Richie searched Eddie’s eyes for any sign of him not actually caring. He didn’t know why he did this because he knew Eddie cared but his brain always told him otherwise.

He wasn’t ready to talk about it.

“I’m just tired, Eds. Haven’t been sleeping well. Just needed to cry I guess.” Richie spoke, hoping he sounded convincing as he stood, stretching his arms. Eddie looked hurt and Richie could see that but he tried his best to block it out. “Let’s just go back. They’re probably done with the movie by now.”

Richie stepped around Eddie, leaving the bathroom. Eddie just sat there, his heart clenching in his chest as he brushed his thumb over the notepad, shoving it back into his fanny pack and getting up to go back as well.

Eddie stayed silent, well, obviously. More so in the sense that he didn’t even look at Richie. He didn’t respond to his subtle touches with the lights off so the others couldn’t see. His heart hurt for and because of Richie.

He understood that Richie went through a lot and that it was probably hard for him to open up but after all this time, Eddie didn’t understand why he still couldn’t. Maybe it was because Eddie couldn’t speak. Eddie couldn’t have an actual conversation with him and that wasn’t good enough for Richie. Eddie’s throat tightened and he ignored Richie, deciding to focus on the movie he really didn’t care for.

Richie didn’t realize that Eddie wasn’t reciprocating until he rested his head on Eddie’s shoulder and Eddie stiffened before moving away. Richie pulled his head away, staring at the boy and feeling himself break again but he kept it in.

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Everyone was asleep but Richie laid awake, his hands rested across his stomach and his eyes tracing the popcorn ceiling. He couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he’d obviously hurt Eddie.

He turned his head, looking at the obviously smaller boy with closed eyes and slightly ajar lips, breathing steadily and Richie’s barely still together heart swelled. Richie turned, moving closer to Eddie and shook him gently. The boy’s eyes opened almost instantly, but he didn’t look panicked. Eddie was still quite obviously half asleep but Richie needed to talk to someone.

“Eds.” He whispered, earning a soft ‘hmm’ from the boy. Richie smiled, pushing Eddie’s hair away from his forehead. “I’m sorry for ear-“ Richie was shut up as Eddie pushed his body into Richie’s, his head resting perfectly under Richie’s chin.

Richie let out a short breath, instinctively wrapping his arm around Eddie and shutting his eyes. He’d talk to him in the morning.

For once Richie didn’t have a bad dream, in fact he really didn’t dream at all but that was better than what usually made its way into his brain at night.

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Eddie was always the first to wake up out of habit. His eyes widened when he realized that he was engulfed in a slightly snoring Richie. He panicked slightly, not remembering how that happened and pulling away a bit too suddenly. Richie stirred, causing Eddie to let out a breath when the curly haired boy stayed asleep.

He scooted backwards, leaning against the couch as he stared at Richie. Leave it to Eddie to end up cuddling a boy he was upset with.

When Richie finally did wake up, somehow still before the other losers, Eddie was still watching him. It was too early for Richie to make a snarky comment. He just rubbed his eyes and sat up, resting his weight on the palm of his hand. “How long have you been up?” he asked, looking right at Eddie.

Eddie looked at his watch, the time reading 8 am. He moved his hand from side to side before holding up one finger. About an hour.

Richie nodded, looking around and looking back at the boy who had since stopped staring. “You wanna go outside? I want to talk to you.” He spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the others.

Eddie hesitated though there’d be no point in trying to continue being upset with him. He’d already unconsciously messed that up. He looked around as if he was trying to think though he’d already made up his mind and eventually nodded.

Richie stood, stretching before holding a hand out to Eddie, his face falling when Eddie declined, standing himself and walking past Richie to the front door. Richie understood that Eddie was upset, he should’ve just told him.

He followed the shorter boy outside into the cool air, goosebumps instantly rising onto his skin but he didn’t care. “Eddie I know you’re upset with me.” He spoke as he caught up with Eddie, shoving his bony hands into his pockets to keep them warm. “I just…” Richie trailed off, silently cursing himself for not being able to just confide in Eddie.

Eddie looked up at him, his eyes making Richie want to melt. He wanted nothing more than to just grab the boy’s face and kiss him but of course that wasn’t an acceptable thing for friends to do.

“I know you’re here for me, you’ve never given me a reason to think otherwise,” Richie continued, now looking at his feet as they walked down the sidewalk, “but my brain always tells me otherwise. I’ve never confided in anyone before you came along and what happened last night- i just- that’s never happened before and I didn’t know how to explain it.”

Eddie, of course, was silent but that didn’t stop Richie from getting nervous. He looked to the boy to see his eyebrows lowered slightly as if in pity and Richie hated being pitied but he gulped down the embarrassment and looked forward again, kicking some of the leaves on the ground.

Richie hadn’t been paying attention and was caught off guard when a sticky note appeared in front of his face. He took it from Eddie’s hands reading the small letters, “I’m always going to be here for you, Rich.”

Richie smiled, looking down as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He stayed silent before wrapping his arm around Eddie’s shoulders and pulling him closer as they walked.

Though it was meant to be completely platonic, they’d both be lying if they said they wished it wasn’t.

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