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asteriismos · 4 years

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Beautiful - Stanley Uris

Warning(s) : self conscious reader, eighteen! losers club, smut

Authors Note: I did this more of in a third person style, I was reading fics on ao3 and I got inspired and decided to try it out. Is this good? I am not sure

Request :

can you do a smut with Stanley where you're self-conscious about ur body but Stan wants to make you feel better by just praising you and how good you look 🥺🥺 I'm so soft for Stan 🥺🥺

Stanley Uris stood idly against the kitchen counter of Y/N’s home, watching as she cut up a red apple on the cutting board next to him. The window to their left was open, the light it let in illuminated the room with the golden setting sun. It was Saturday, a typical day where the losers would all go to the Quarry to swim or go to one of their houses and just hang around. Summers in Derry were always absolutely gorgeous, the rays of sunlight never let up until around nine at night, and the warm breeze offered solace to the people who were outside. Children rode their bikes all over, much like their group used to do before they grew up and got cars.

After ruining his own Bar Mitzvah a few years prior, his father neglected to give Stanley the money to get his own car. His mother, however adamant, was not able to convince the stern rabbi either, so Stan was one of the only people in the group without a car. Bill was the first one, fixing up a red beamer with his father around sophomore year, and for a while, that was the car Stan would drive around when his best friend let him. The only two other people who didn’t have a car were Eddie ( who’s mother swore would get him into a wreck ) and Beverly ( for obvious reasons surrounding her father’s neglect and abuse ).

He didn’t mind it much, to be honest. Yes, it would be nice to have a car to drive around and get places faster, but at the end of the day, riding his bike and feeling the wind in his hair was good enough for him.

“Here,” Y/N spoke to him, pushing the apple slices she put onto a plate towards him, snapping him out of his thoughts momentarily to look at her and smile as a thank you.

Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, some of the tips still wet from the group’s dive into the quarry. They both had come back to her house to hang out before Stan had to go back home for dinner.

Y/N and Stanley have been in a relationship for a few years now, ever since Stanley asked her to homecoming their freshman year of high school. In all honesty, he wasn't going to do it at first, because Stan didn’t want to make things complicated. He had liked Y/N for a long time, ever since Bill Denbrough introduced her to their group because she was in Bill’s biology class. The stuttering boy thought that she would be a good addition to the club, since she had just moved to Derry and didn’t have any friends yet. Bill was always the welcoming type, and she was not just going to turn down the chance of having not just one, but seven new friends. She got really close with Mike despite the fact that he’s homeschooled.

Richie had been the one to dare Stanley to ask her to the dance. Well, it wasn't really a thing that was out of the blue. Stan had made the mistake of talking about it with Richie, and Richie being Richie, he wasn't just going to let it go. He dared Stan to do it, which wasn’t that out of the ordinary because Richie would do this sort of thing all the time to him, tease him for being too chicken to do most things. Come on Stan the man! Grow a pair!

And so he did. It was a little bit awkward considering Y/N was still taller than him in freshman year and he hadn’t quite grown into his lanky body and hadn't figured out how to style his curly hair. And he was stuttering and going over his words so much that you could’ve mistaken him for Bill. She thought that it was cute and sweet, so of course she had said yes.

The rest was history.

As life went on and the kids grew older into mature teenagers, there still wasn't much that had changed with them personality wise. Deep down, all of them felt as if they were those scrawny fourteen year olds that used to ride their bikes around town and throw rocks into the house on neibolt streets windows for fun. The boys eventually grew taller than Y/N and Beverly, much to their dismay of course. Richie’s glasses now fit his face correctly, Bill went to speech therapy and got his stutter corrected, and Eddie didn’t use his inhaler anymore.

They were all grown up.

It was sad to think that in just a month they would be saying bye to Derry, the place that they had grown up in for so many years. Y/N was new, only been here for five, and yet she still felt like she was losing a piece of her. She didn’t want to leave, graduation had been hard enough. The last day of school when the entire senior class were throwing all their papers off the roof of the high school in celebration, the losers instead roamed the halls of the empty school, reminiscing in the memories they had made. The biology classroom Y/N first made friends with Bill, the corner under the stairs where the group would sit during free period and study in silence, the library where each of them have shared a cry in one too many times after a failed quiz or test. It was hard to say goodbye. Each of them had a piece of themselves somewhere in Derry. Even Richie did, even though he insisted that he hated this town.

The group were adamant about hanging out every single day, since it would be their last summer here, even if it wasn't a full one. Everyone tried to stay light and happy, but as the days passed and the weeks started to add up, things were getting more and more solemn.

“Do you think we’re all going to stay friends?” Stanley asked Y/N, biting into an apple slice and looking up at her. “Like when we’re in college?”

It wasn’t the first time that he’d asked such a thing, just this time it was only to her. He had asked it that summer with Pennywise, in the club house with all of his friends except for Y/N. She came the school year right after that summer, meaning she didn't have to experience any of the horrors that came with that summer that still haunted Stan to this day. All of them said that they would stay friends no matter what and he wanted to believe that so badly, but he couldn’t help but think about the fact that they were all going to such different places, would they stay friends?

Y/N didn’t quite know how to answer his question. Stanley always managed to ask her questions she had to think about thoroughly, he seemed to always have some sort of wandering mind filled with thoughts beyond his capability of even answering himself. He was in the smart classes in school and wanted to go to college for math and psychology, which sounded typical for Stan, two polar opposite things that he has somehow brought into one. She answered after a passing minute.

“I’d like to think that we all would.”

It wasn't exactly the answer that he was looking for, but then again, he wasn't sure what he would've liked to hear. Stan understood the uncertainty in her voice. The future was unknown to all of them, and the unknown was scary.

The boy nodded, curls falling into his face. He brushed them away, glancing over at the time on the clock programmed onto her kitchen stove. It was almost five, he would need to get going soon, no matter how much he didn’t want to. He wanted to keep spending all the time he could with Y/N, hell, he wanted to spend his entire life with her. It was no secret that Stanley was absolutely, disastrously in love with Y/N, everyone knew. Even if you didn't explicitly know that they were in a relationship, just the way that he looked at her would be a dead giveaway. He looked at her like she was the one who controlled the sun and the stars, spinning his entire world around and around into one web filled with love. He would walk to the end of the world for her if she wanted to do. And she felt the same way about him, if not even more. She would lose herself to him.

He turned towards her and extended his arms outward, pulling her into his embrace. They sat there together like this for a while, listening to each others steady breathing and relishing in the idea of each other. Stanley couldnt help but marvel at her beauty, his eyes flicking down to stare that the part of her face he could see from the position they were in. As strands of hair fell from outside the bun and onto her face, tickling he forehead softly. Her eyelashes, which batted every time she blinked, were so long that he thought of them as flower petals upon her face.

She didn’t know how beautiful he thought she was. He knew that for certain. Every time he would mention something about her appearance she would blush and tell him that she wasn't that attractive. And it tore Stanley Uris to pieces, seeing her beat herself up about the fact that she didn’t look like the other girls that have been propped up as what a beautiful woman had to look like. No matter how many times he would hold her by the face and repeat you are beautiful over and over again, she still would have doubts. Stanley wanted to show her how beautiful she truly was, to make her feel all the love that he had for her.

His hands came to her hips and spun her around so they were looking at each other. Her warm eyes peered into his own, feigning a soft smile and giggling at the sudden action. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his soft hair on her fingertips, playing with a few of the strands. She did really love his hair, and in the light of the dropping sun, the brown curly strands almost appeared to be golden. The freckles that peppered his face here and there moved with his own smile. That sight alone was breathtaking for the young girl, making her heart almost melt on the spot.

Stanley raised an eyebrow almost as a question, his face leaning towards hers. She raised herself up on her tip toes and attached their lips together, closing the gap between both of them as their arms brought each other closer and closer. It was easy to get lost in the moment for each of them, the intoxication of love is enough to make them play into their infatuations with each other. The kiss was small, pulling away after a few seconds. They stayed close, feeling each other’s hot breath on their faces. Stanley’s eyes flicked down to her lips back to her eyes. “You’re gorgeous,” He whispered to her, his grip tightening ever so slightly on her hips.

And then there was that look again on her face, the same one that she made every single time he complimented her. It wasn’t of offense, she thought that it was so sweet that he used words like this, it was just that she didn’t feel the same way about herself. Y/N didn’t think that she was the most beautiful in Derry, there were many other better, more beautiful women here. And yet Stanley Uris picked her. She was flattered, though it never stopped the insecure thoughts she had.

“Thank you, Stan but-”

“Don’t deny it,” Stanley interjected her, pulling his hand up and putting it across her mouth. Her eyes widened, breathing getting heavier. Her heart started to beat in her chest rapidly, feeling a blush coming up to her cheeks. “You’re way to hard on yourself, Y/N.” Stan kissed her reddening cheeks, then removed his hand and kissed her lips. This kiss was different from the previous one. This one was more passionate and feverish, which is when she realized what would probably occur if they kept kissing this way.

They’ve had sex before, a few times actually, starting around junior year last year. With both of them being virgins, they lost their virginities to each other over winter break when they were opening up presents together. Even though his family didn’t celebrate Christmas, he still insisted on giving his friends gifts, and then an extra special one for Y/N. It was a necklace that had their initials engraved on the back of it, and she knew that it must’ve cost a fortune. How did you even get this? There’s no jewelry stores in Derry? She had asked him. I went with Bill to the next town over a week ago. He replied. Y/N had yet to take it off. One thing led to each other and they were all over each other.

His lips left her own and began to trail down her neck, stopping every once a while to bite on the extra sensitive spots he knew she had. A soft mewling noise left her mouth, her eyes closing and leaning into his touch. The noises she made during their intimate affairs never failed to turn Stanley on, no matter how slight they were. Just the fact that he was the one making her that way was enough to get the dirty fantasies starting in his head.

Stanley allowed his hands to fall down her sides, fingers fiddling with the edge of the t shirt she wore. His fingertips grazed the soft skin underneath for just a second and her breath hitched in her throat, her hand reaching for his head and pulling him up so he was once again looking at her in the eyes. Her lips parted, asking, “Aren’t you supposed to be getting home soon?” She wasn't look for an excuse not to have sex, she wouldn’t ever pass up the opportunity, but Y/N didn’t want Mrs. Uris to worry about her son who was supposed to come home soon.

“I’ll be okay. I just want to make you feel good,” Stan whispered, his head ducking down and kissing her neck again. Y/N allowed herself to relax into his touch, feeling the tension in her shoulders begin to dissipate with every kiss, nibble, and lick he put on her skin. The shirt that he had once been playing with was now off of her revealing her bare chest, dropping to the floor. They went back to kissing again, Stanley’s arms held her up by her thighs and helped her to sit on the counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist and his shirt was thrown off as well.

He pulled for a moment and admired her, seeing the slight red marks he made on her skin, wanting - no, craving to make more on her bare breasts. And he did just that, kissing the dip in between her breasts and using one of his hands to play with one of them. His touches were so gentle, like he planned each and every single one with expertise to get just the right reaction out of her. It wasn’t the first time that he had seen her, all of her, before but it felt that way each time. He would never be able to explain in words the feeling he got when she was exposed to him.

She was trying her best to kick off her jean shorts, pulling down the zipper herself while he continued kissing her body. Sliding them down her legs and kicking them away, Stan put his hand once again on her waist. He swears that he could compare her body to the ancient statues of goddesses in Greece, the curves and dips resembled chiseled stone, almost taking his breath away. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he muttered, his lips kissing along her chest and stomach, not missing an inch of skin with his lips.

They didn’t have much time, considering his need to get home, so he was quick to slide his hand into her underwear, his thumb brushing over where she needed him most. Her hips bucked into his hand, her hands pulling on his hair, his name falling out of her lips like a mantra. The way that she wanted him was something she has never felt with another person, Stanley was able to always take her to that state of arousal she couldn't achieve with herself. Two of his fingers finally slipped into her, curling slightly as they pumped in and out at an agonizingly slow pace.

Y/N thought that if he went any slower she would die, but she knew that he was simply doing this to get a rouse out of her. Which was the truth, Stanley liked to tease her sometimes. Her hand came down and wrapped around his wrist, trying her best to get him to go faster. Stan couldn’t help but chuckle out, his lips coming up to meet hers again.

The newly established pace along with his thumb still pressing on her bundle of nerves was already making her get closer and closer to her releasing. She was slightly sheepish at how easy he was making her come undone, but it just added onto the charm that Stanley had. He could be terribly sweet and incredibly sexy at the same time. And she knew that if he kept doing this that she would reach her high before she wanted to, she wanted to orgasm when he was inside her.

“Stanley, I want you inside me now,” Y/N was able to make out, his hand immediately stopping and pulling away from her. She didn't have to open her eyes to know that he was pulling off his jeans and boxers as fast as humanly possible, her own hands pushed down her soaking underwear.

He pressed himself against her, his tip already slick with her arousal. “You’re so wet for me,” He muttered. “So ready.”

And then he slid inside her, both of their moans filling up the entire room. His hips jerked up, a large smack was heard as their hips hit together. Y/N tried to adjust as best as she could as he started his pace slow. Her hands reached for his face and kissed him, moaning into his mouth whenever he buried himself inside of her. The pace quickened, their skin glistening with sweat. Y/N looked so natural and beautiful that he couldn’t control the groans that left his mouth. His hand reached down in between them and started playing with her clit, her moans getting higher and more frequent. He could get off of her moans just as they were, he was sure of that. They sounded borderline pornographic, perfect coming from her pretty pink lips.

“You take me so well, princess.”

Y/N spread her legs even wider than previously, feeling him be able to get even deeper inside of her. The constant hitting of that one spot in her making her go crazy with lust. She couldn’t think, hell, she didn’t know if she was even breathing anymore. The only thing in her mind was Stanley’s name, repeating like it was the only thing that she could say or think.

Stan himself was starting to feel his high form, the constant moaning from her in his ear along with how tight she is was making him get closer and closer. He could tell that Y/N was almost there as well, her head was thrown back in pure ecstasy from the pleasure that he was receiving. So he put his lips to her ear, and whispered in probably the deepest, most lustful voice that she thinks she’s ever heard before, “Come for me.”

That was enough to do it, and soon enough Y/N was coming undone right on top of her kitchen counter. His pace didn’t stop, it was relentless as he tried to chase after his high, finally achieving it with her. They road it out together, their moans synching together like they were one. His hips began to falter, becoming more erratic until he stopped, stilling inside her and keeping his gaze on the beautiful woman in front of him.

And Y/N could see it, the way that he looked at her. He could see the love that he harbored for her as if he was waving a sign. “I love you, Stanley,” She told him.

“I love you too, Y/N,” He said, pulling out of her and kissing her softly. “And you are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever met in my entire life, don’t ever forget that, please.”

Y/N knew that she wouldn't.

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paperficwriter · 4 years

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So Much Missed Time

Garou always spends too much time away for Badd's liking.

So funny story, this fic was actually born from a NSFW challenge on Twitter, wherein I offered bits and pieces for milestone numbers of likes. I hope you enjoy it now.

Cut is for length as well as content.

The messy, awkward kiss from upside down takes Badd off-guard. But then, he should have been paying attention, dozing in the open like this. He’s in full hero garb, lying in the grass at the top of the hill overlooking the city, holding his bat against his side. “Hey!” he snaps, but when he opens his eyes and sees a familiar jawline, a long muscular neck, and just the softest strands of white hair, he yanks the head down harder instead of smacking it away.

Garou purrs, cool hands grabbing his face.

Badd’s panting when he finally grumbles, “Fucker. Where ya been? Worryin’ me sick, with that stupid hobo monster boy bullshit…”

Sharp teeth nip his bottom lip before immediately sucking at the skin. It’s embarrassing how easy it is to make him gasp and shudder at that. “Shut up. Had to disappear for a bit. Blame your little hero club. They always want to make my life difficult.”

Badd doesn’t have a response to that. He could retort that he’s not exactly making it easy for him either, showing up like this when he’s on the clock as Metal Bat. All it would take is one nosy asshole with a cell phone, and they would both be in trouble.

God, he tastes good. Kissing Garou is like kissing a snowstorm and a knife fight. Badd’s the one who has to bring the softness to it, or they would both pull away bleeding and bruised.

“Did you miss me that much, little Bat?” the Human Monster chides, one of those stupidly perfect fingers drawing circles on his chin. His catike grin and gold, mirthful eyes make his heart ache as much as his fists clench. “Was it that long?”

“Two weeks, asshole.” Badd grabs him and flips him over, next to him, but the bastard even makes falling look good, laughing and landing like it’s nothing. Then, he licks into his mouth like a real wolf, a wild greeting of wet pink, and Badd lets him in.

It’s a lifetime - being born, living, and dying to kiss those lips - before Badd finally pulls away. Then, he grabs loose fistfuls of black sweater and shakes Garou twice. This isn’t a fight. Garou would know if he wanted to rumble. “Ya could tell a guy,” he says, headbutting firmly into his shoulder to hide his face as much as get a smell of him.

“Huh?”

“Don’t ‘huh’ me,” he snaps. “Ya think I’m gonna tattle on ya? Let ya get caught? At this point?”

“I--”

“Do ya know how bad ya made Zenko feel?! She’s askin’ me when you’re comin’ t’ dinner again, and I can’t even tell her.” His voice is loud, and that stupid perfect chiseled chest he’s muffling it into feels like a wall. “I don’t care if ya treat me like a dickhead, but if ya hurt my sister’s feelings again, I’ll kill ya.”

For several seconds, there’s nothing. Then, Garou moves.

If it were anyone else doing it, maybe the sensation of arms encircling him wouldn’t be that big of a deal. Badd gets hugs a lot: from his barber, from Zenko, from his neighbors and people he saves. But Garou hugging him - holding him, pulling him in, slow and tight, like he’s something important - that’s completely different.

“Sorry,” a voice murmurs in his ear. It tickles.

Badd dares to hold him too, and at first, it’s trembling muscles and everything thin, so thin, has he been eating? And he doesn’t say anything, because another two weeks of nothing seems like too much to handle, and if he scares him away…

“I won’t do it again,” Garou whispers, holding him even closer, until there isn’t even room to breathe.

“I don’t care if ya need space, yeah?” Badd kisses his jaw. “Just talk to me.”

His shirt is being pulled up from where it’s tucked into his hakama, and fingertips move up his spine. “Later,” Garou agrees, husky and already much too close to him.

“Ya couldn’t jus’...wait for me to get home.” Badd can’t stand the thought of pushing Garou away, telling him to wait, because he doesn’t even think he can. Not after this long, barely even touching himself because he’s gotten too used to way Garou does it, pressing and digging in, finding every pleasure center he didn’t know that he had.

“No,” Garou says simply, “I couldn’t. Because they keep you on this stupid shift, and by the time you get home, Zenko would be back from piano.”

“Babe.” Badd pushes him back, and at first Garou snarls - did he think he was going to poke fun for being considerate? Or did he hate being interrupted? - but he peppers his cheek with kisses anyway. “Did ya seriously remember our schedules?”

“Yeah? So?” He’s trying so hard to look nonplussed, the loser.

Badd rolls him over so he’s lying on top of Garou’s body, gazing down into eyes that are growing darker. “I dunno. Somethin’ about ya bein’ sweet kinda gets me goin.’”

“Oh, is that what does it for you?” He grabs his ass and uses it to pull him in so tight, and both of them react to it, hard heat striking and rubbing between way too many layers of clothing. “Watch out, hero. I’m going to woo the shit out of you.”

Badd almost chokes on a snort, because he’s moaning now under his breath, leaning down to travel through all the lines of sinew and muscles and pale glory beneath him. Garou manhandles his chest, pulls and grabs at all the soft spots that should be embarrassing as hell, but it just has him devouring his mouth.

Someone could show up at any moment. Any fucking moment.

“I gotta get out of these fuckin’ pants,” Badd growls, and his fingers are shaking as he gets to work.

Badd is so focused on his own pants - damning all the straps and buttons, a curse of looking so fucking cool - that he almost misses Garou disrobing. He’s so long and graceful, it’s like what he imagines maybe a snake might look like shedding its skin. Actually no. Probably not, because there’s no struggle to it, no effort. This is a practiced dance, and Garou’s skin shines pale like snow, flexes hard like a statue. There’s nothing with any kind of give to it…

Badd can’t wait to get his mouth on him.

And then off go the little slipper shoes (cute) and white slacks, and Badd will never, ever get used to how he doesn’t wear anything underneath, or how the length of him swings free, long and hard and rising, especially when he notices how Badd is staring. He strokes it like it’s the handle of a sword.

“Seriously? You haven’t even gotten those stupid parachute pants off yet?” Something in Garou’s voice isn’t actually as annoyed as his words would make it seem. He likes to be watched, Badd fills in. “Let me.”

He doesn’t actually go for the pants. Instead, he travels up under the shirt, across his belly, pushing it up with just his wrists while his hands stroke Badd’s torso. Groping. Studying. Playing. How can he still have all his damn clothes on but feel so exposed?

Finally, Garou lifts the whole red garment off, and turns his head at the pants. Back and forth, a little frustrated. He better not try to rip them off. “These things are fucking stupid,” he grouses. “A corset would be easier to get off.”

Just a few more knots and there. Finally. Garou tugs them off and practically growls when his briefs come into view, like he had put them on this morning just to rile him up. “Why? Is that what ya wanna see me in next time ya decide t’ jump my bones in the woods?”

The glint of his eyes makes Badd’s entire body burn. “No.” Garou takes the underwear off in a movement that’s so fast it’s like a magic trick, like someone removing a tablecloth from a set table without disturbing a dish. Garou kisses him, possessive, hard. “Only because I would kill anyone else who dared to see you in it.”

Maybe if it were a different time and place, they might be tender. They might take their time, exploring one another’s bodies, the chill of Garou’s skin creating and then subsequently rubbing away goosebumps as they scatter across Badd’s flesh.

But the moment they are naked, and all there is is this, is them, after weeks without contact...the desperation ignites between their bodies. They have to touch, they have to taste, they have to rub and grind.

Badd follows his desire from earlier and at some point he actually licks all the way up Garou’s abs. They feel like river rocks when they’re still soft, before the sun dries them out.

Garou grabs his biceps and squeezes so hard that it almost hurts. He does that a few times, with different parts of his body, actually. His stomach, crushing him back against his front. His thighs, leaving marks. And when he digs his nails into Badd’s chest, he moans and squirms.

“Watch it. Ya want...fuck, ya want me t’ finish already?”

That just urges him on. He bites a pec so hard the Badd sees stars. He almost doesn’t notice Garou touch his cock until he presses a finger presses past his lips. It’s only when Badd swirls his tongue he realizes that he’s tasting himself, that Garou is playing with the tears of arousal that are building up and dripping down the length of him.

“I...really fuckin’ missed ya, Garou,” he whines, when his mouth is free again. “Seriously.”

“You think you were the only one?” That’s as close as he’s going to get the words back. It’s fine. He’s not with Garou because of his romantic streak anyway. Maybe he’s not with him at all, but even if he isn’t, it’s pretty clear they are both not-with-each-other together. That’s enough for now.

Badd gives him a kick when Garou pushes him down and grabs for his discarded pants. “Swear to god, if ya fuckin’ did all that just to run off…” He knows he won’t, but he’s still frustrated. He wants to keep going. He wants more.

Garou holds up a travel-sized bottle of lube, and Badd actually laughs. “I just like to be prepared, okay.”

Badd isn’t really given an option on what position to take. Garou takes his legs on his shoulders like it’s nothing at all, shoving two slick fingers inside, both stretching him and strangling out a moan from his throat.

“G, am I...fuck, am I too heavy? Ya don’t gotta…”

“Stop that.” His voice isn’t even strained. “You’re perfect.”

Badd flexes his abs to sit up just enough to snag his wild hair and pull him into a kiss. His prize is a sound of feral pleasure, like a dog having the perfect spot scratched. And that’s not including the third finger inside of him, crooking and seeking the part of him that’s sending his toes curling in the grass.

“Get in,” he groans, reaching out and down between his legs. “Garou, I need it…”

“Okay. Okay, fuck, hang on.” Badd watches him pour lube on his cock, so much that it drips in strings onto the ground, and then he’s shoving it in so hard and so fast that it’s a good thing Badd didn’t give him a hard time about the mess because fuck.

He’s trying not to think of the grass stains. Or the bite marks on either of them. Or any of the other marks that Garou is leaving, deep and passionate, as red as his trademark shirt. He wants to say he’s missed this, and he knows that Garou has too. Their kisses start tasting coppery. It’s like their first fight all over again, but some dreamy version, one that Badd never, ever thought possible.

Garou is so big it feels like he’s splitting him open, and maybe he is, because the flicker of his Fighting Spirit is keeping his stamina up with the (former?) Hero Hunter. “Garou…”

He doesn’t answer. His pupils are tiny sunspots lost in a golden glow.

He should have asked about a condom. Because when Garou comes, he can already tell he’s going to be dripping all the way home, until he gets to the bath. But that thought isn’t stopping him from curling up into a tight ball and then exploding between them, all over their fronts. If anything, it actually makes him come harder than he had thought possible.

Usually, Garou is ready to go, after he finishes. He’s out the window, or zipping down the hall, or whatever...but right here, in one of the most dangerous places they could be, he stays. A cold marble spoon against his back, a bit sticky, and clutching him in a way, but...he stays.

“I should go,” Badd says after some time, even though long arms are criss-crossed around him like straps. Garou makes a sound like an unhappy cat. “C’mon. Jus’ headin’ home. You can come too.”

Okay, the Human Monster seems sated, and he’s about to pull his pants on when something hard and wide goes into his ass, which is still stretched but also elicits a noise from him.

“What the fuck is that?!” It’s not his cock. Or his fingers. Badd reaches back and feels the curved end of a plug that’s been rather unceremoniously shoved inside of him. “Where the hell were ya keepin’ that?!”

“While I understand that you like to wear pants that don’t have pockets,” he snarks, slapping one of his asscheeks and making the entire thing move inside of him, recharged electric heat coming from his toes and up to his eyes, “not all of us feel the same way. They are very helpful for carrying things like lube and toys and whatnot…”

Badd glares, and he’s not sure why, but he pulls his pants up the rest of the way. The walk to the train isn’t easy, and when someone offers ‘the best hero Metal Bat-san’ a seat, Garou shoves him into it, and for a second, his eyes roll up into his head.

Zenko isn’t home yet, thank god, and Garou backs him up into the bedroom. “You said so yourself,” he points out. “It’s been two weeks.” It’s only because he actually does sound somewhat longing that Badd doesn’t tell him to fuck off so he can go take the thing out and grab a shower.

Garou doesn’t remove it, though. He pushes Badd onto the bed facedown and tears the hakama off (which is fine, since it was never properly put back together). He pours more lube all over him, creating a layer of sheen so thick it catches the afternoon light in the window.

And he’s so glad they are alone, because Badd howls when Garou shoves the beast that is his cock in beside the toy. The bed, freshly clean, is quickly a mess of arousal and lubricant, pouring all over the sheets, not to mention the drool coming from the side of his mouth as it remains perpetually open.

When Garou comes, his fluids explode in all directions, and he wrenches his head up to kiss him like it’s a punch in the mouth. They’re both all in when it comes to making up for lost time.

#my paperfics #one punch man #batarou #metal bat #badd #garou #dirty paper #dirty paper warning

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wemayhavestartedthefiresorry · 4 years

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Drabble Game Requests!

Sometimes I run out of ideas for fics and it helps when people request something. Plus, it’s super fun to be involved in a writers process! I love doing these so much, request as many as you’d like! Thanks!

Rules:

1. Pick a member of The Avengers or an MCU character.

2. You can pick up to 3 in total, it doesn’t matter what category. (For example: [person’s name] 1A / 5B / 9D)

A - Dialogue

1.“I love you.”

2. “Did you eat the rest of my _____??”*

3. “Ugh…..”

4. “I’m tired.”

5. “Oh my god! I fucking love _____!!”*

6. “Put on a jacket!”

7. “I bet you liked that.”

8. “What song is that?”

9. “Friends?”

10. “Yes!”

11. “Wow, you are a really bad dancer…”

12. “Open your eyes.”

13. “Ah… Sorry, my phone’s dying..”

14. “Then why are you scared?”

15. “Gimme some!”

16. “I don’t know her…”

17. “Yeah… I locked myself out again… Mhm… How far are you?”

18. “No.”

19. “I don’t know what’s wrong.. He usually likes meeting new people..”

20. “Are you gonna say something?”

21. “It’s yours, it’s yours.”

22. “This is me being nice..”

23. “Where are your pants?”

24. “What’s your blood type?”

25. “Let’s wait for everyone…”

26. “What?? They’re dating???”

27. “Oh my god… Do you love her?”

28. “Excuse me? What are you doing…?”

29. “Oh, fuck off.”

30. “…….Go ahead and laugh…”

31. “I’ll protect you.”

32. “Wow… You are so beautiful.”

33. “Sorry… I guess…”

34. “Have you eaten?”

35. “I don’t believe you.”

36. “oOoOoOoOoOhhh!!!”

37. “Can you clean this up?”

38. “I miss you.”

39. “Who are you?”

40. “Can you help me?”

41. “Are you coming?”

42. “Wait… Slow down…”

43. “Have you seen him?”

44. “I’m never gonna be good enough for you.”

45. “I keep dreaming about you.”

46. “This is unfair.”

47. “I’m sorry, is this yours?”

B - Setting

1. Dressing Room

2. Fancy Hotel Room

3. Dorm

4. Cafe

5. On A Plane

6. Formal Party

7. Tattoo Parlor

8. Basement

9. Dance Studio

10. Sports Game

11. Aquarium

12. Tiny Apartment

13. University

14. In Bed

15. Broom Closet

16. The Mall

17. Recording Studio

18. Beach

19. Restaurant

20. Bar

21. Parent’s House

22. On A Bus

23. Botanical Garden

24. Salon

25. Museum

26. Shower

27. Road Trip

28. Bakery

29. Park

30. Wild Party

31. Open Field

32. Ikea

33. On The Floor

34. On The Subway

35. Club

36. Pool

37. Art Gallery

38. Cheap Motel Room

39. Backseat

40. Movie Theater

41. Closet

42. River

43. Karaoke

44. Grocery Store

45. Hospital

46. Rest Stop

47. Airport Terminal

48. School

C - Action

1. Kissing

2. Texting

3. Fighting

4. Eating

5. Whispering

6. Hugging

7. Teasing

8. Laughing

9. Waiting

10. Hand Holding

11. Falling Asleep

12. Talking

13. Touching

14. Cuddling

15. Tickling

16. Video Chatting

17. Blowing

18. Begging

19. Writing

20. Watching

21. Singing

22. Dancing

D - Random

1. Rain

2. Power Outage

3. Cardboard Boxes

4. Dirty Talk

5. Music

6. Rejection

7. Just Acquaintances

8. Cooking

9. Prank

10. Under The Influence

11. Roommates

12. Holiday

13. Sweater

14. Trust

15. Family

16. Anniversary

17. Glasses

18. Enemies

19. Death

20. Pets

21. Hiccups

22. Reunion

23. Insomnia

24. Camping

25. Thunderstorm

26. Daydream

27. It’s Complicated

28. Sunset

29. Games

30. Illegal

31. Vitamins

32. Secrets

33. Finals Week

34. Loser

35. Birthday

36. Rough Day

37. Truth or Dare

38. Ice Cream

39. Nightmare

40. Fans

41. Unicorn

42. Lipstick

43. Murder

*I get to fill in the blanks!

#drabble game #fanfic #fan fic #fan fiction #requests #the avengers #mcu #marvel #tony stark #steve rogers #clint barton #natasha romanov #wanda #bucky barnes

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tklpilled · 4 years

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feelings

summary: beverly has been targeting them all. it’s ben’s turn, now.

a/n: first, the title is shit because i came up with it in 0.05 seconds bc otherwise i wouldn’t have a title. second, kinda short but what else is new. also there isn’t much plot bc i ran out of creativity ten years ago. third, its not rlly that much tickling than “ben having a crush on bev for fifteen minutes” but theres still tickling in it because who do you think i am. fourth, this is for @ticklishraspberries’s wonderful losers club tickle fic week, for ben’s day! please enjoy :00

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Ben knows he was going to be next. It’s only a matter of time before Bev comes after him. She’s been sneaking up on all the other losers, quick and skilled fingers forcing them into an incoherent mess. It, of course, started with Richie, and now Ben is the only one left.

First it was Richie, because he deserved it and as much as he denies it, he does enjoy it, and because he’s the most ticklish of all of them, which made him such an easy target, and then it was Eddie, because he wouldn’t shut the fuck up, and then Stan and Bill and Mike and now, apparently, Ben.

He knows it’s coming. He isn’t prepared for it, though.

When Bev shoots him a grin and slides closer to him on the floor of the clubhouse, he feels a fluttering in his abdomen and a nervous smile makes its way to his lips.

He’s about to ask what she’s doing, even though he knows the answer, but it cut of by her hands reaching out and giving his sides a few small squeezes.

He quickly bursts into breathy giggles, grabbing her wrist but not pushing her away. She doesn’t acknowledge it, instead focusing on finding a more sensitive spot.

Each place she tries gives a different reaction. Light fluttering at his neck causes his shoulders to scrunch up and his giggles to rise in pitch, scribbling behind his knees results in squeals, but his wiggling fingers on his stomach creates snorts and full-on laughter.

So, that’s where she turns her attention to.

Ben’s cheeks turn red at the realisation that everyone else is watching, comforted slightly by the fact that a, they’re friends, and b, they’ve all been subjected to this as well.

Ben isn’t too sure about his laugh. He tries his best to be confident in himself, but it’s so hard when Henry Bowers and people like him make it their goal to ruin his self-esteem. His laugh is part of that. But he notices when Bev nearly stopped her tickling when she first heard it, and how even Richie has a fond smile on his face, it makes him feel so much better.

Then he can’t think anymore, because Bev’s attack is getting too unbearable and her presence so close to him is bringing heat to his face and he nearly begs her to quit it, but he doesn’t.

He stops himself because of her smile, the mischievous shine in her eyes, the way her short curls bob up and down as she laughs with him. It’s not that he isn’t having fun, it’s that she is.

But it’s getting slightly too much.

His hand is still on her wrist. He doesn’t remove her, but he gives her arm a gentle push. “Plehehehease, noho more!” He chokes out through his mirth.

Bev’s hands still slightly, still moving but not as intensely. “Do you really want me to stop?” She asks, concern just barely reaching her voice. She wouldn’t cross any lines that she knows exist.

“Kinda?” He tells her, breathless. For a moment, they both stare into the other’s eyes, faces flushing at the realisation of their position, forgetting about their friends until Stan clears his throat and brings them back to Earth.

“Do you wanna play this game we got?” He asks.

They do, and Bev gives him a few more pokes when he cheats (and when he doesn’t).

Ben is so lucky to be friends with Beverly Marsh.

#it #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #the losers club #my fics #arty writes #text #tickle fic

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octoberobserver · 4 years

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I recently had a dream about a plot for a fic where reddie get a duck from mike on their wedding day and the note makes it seem like it’s meaningful to their relationship and they spend their whole honeymoon trying to figure out what the deep meaning of this duck is and it turns out stan and bev dared mike to do it to fuck w/ them and when i woke up i immediately was like SOMEONE HAS TO WRITE THIS and i immediately thought of you! (literally u don’t have to it’s just funny how i thought of you)

Hi Nonnie! This *probably* isn’t what you had in mind, but I hope you like it anyway ^_^ ♥️

Your Love Life’s DOA (read on ao3)

“...a chick.”

“Pretty sure it’s a cock, dude.”

“It’s a chicken, asswipe. Cocks are roosters.”

“Huh. And here I thought cocks were—”

“Don’t,” Eddie Kaspbrak held up his hands, cutting Richie Tozier off mid-terrible-joke.

Richie just smirked, his eyes alight in a way that never failed to make Eddie’s stomach swoop.

“Cock, chicken, whatever it is,” he waved dismissively with the hand not cradling the miniature poultry, “it’s cute as fuck.”

Eddie stared at Richie staring down at the (probable) baby chicken, warmth spreading across his chest.

He only basked in the feeling for .2 seconds however as the irritation he had felt this morning when he opened the door to go grab their mail and nearly stomped on the little feather-ball, made a swift resurgence.

“But why the fuck was it outside our door?”

“...”

“Richie.”

“...”

“Rich.”

“...”

“Trashmouth!”

Richie’s head snapped up from where he had been gazing down at the chick that looked comically small in his ridiculously large hand.

Eddie’s treacherous stomach did an impressive (if annoying) front handspring.

“I don’t know, Eds. Maybe it was meant for the butcher shop down the street. Or a petting zoo,” he tilted his head, looking pensive, “maybe it’s Erica Delaney getting her sweet revenge on me after I broke our egg-son in the first five minutes of class. Or it’s the chicken god’s gift to us to raise in his image, fucked if I know. All I do know is,” he shrugged, gently, with one shoulder as to not jostle the chirping baby bird, “we're definitely keeping it.”

Eddie blinked.

“We can’t keep a chicken in the apartment, Richie.”

Richie’s eyebrows raised halfway up his expansive forehead.

“Why not? I own the building, and I say it’s all good for lil Chick-Fil-A to stay.”

“We’re not naming it after a homophobic chicken restaurant, dickwad.”

A slow smile spread across Richie’s face that had Eddie’s pulse simultaneously racing and screeching to a halt.

“...But we are keeping it?”

Fuck.

~*~

“Chicken Little?”

“No.”

“Chicken Run.”

“What?”

“Chick Flick.”

“Hell no.”

“Oh! Wait! I got it - Chicken Carbonara! Carbs for short.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I agree,” Stanley Uris piped up as he meandered his way over to where Eddie and Richie (baby chick loudly making her presence known in his shirt pocket) were arguing at the sink, glass in hand, topping up Patty’s Merlot.

“You don’t have a horse in this race, Staniel,” Richie dismissed his input, gently running a finger over the chick’s fuzzy head, adopting a sickening sweet baby voice, “Isn’t that right, Carbs? Uncle Stan the Man wouldn’t know a good nickname if it kicked him in the face.”

“Coming from the man called ‘Trashmouth.’”

“Eds gave me that name, so blame him,” Richie quirked an eyebrow, elbowing the man in question.

Eddie’s Chardonnay tipped dangerously close to the rim of the glass.

Richie ignored his murderous glare.

“Now all we need,” Richie beamed with pride as ‘Carbs’ gave another loud chirp from her cloth perch, “...is a duck.”

Eddie winced, “You need to stop binge-watching Friends, Rich. Who are we, Joey and Chandler?”

“Dibs on Chandler!”

Eddie rolled his eyes, gesturing up and down at Richie.

“Well duh.”

Richie merely smirked, tilting his head at him, “You’re definitely more of a Monica than a Joey, though.”

“So in this scenario, you two are married?”

Both Eddie and Richie whirled around to blink at Stan who had attracted the attention of the rest of the Losers, each now awaiting some sort of response with rising interest.

Eddie refused to give one.

He also refused to look at Richie not give one.

“Ooh we’re playing the Which Friends Character Are You game, huh?” Richie asked, stepping around Stan, eyes still focussed on the chick.

Stan rolled his eyes, “There’s eight of us, it doesn’t work.”

“Spoken like a true Ross.”

Stan shook his head and sighed.

Like the Ross he was.

“Alright, I’m game,” Bev piped up, raising her glass from across the room, her eyes glinting at Richie.

“Do your worst, Trashmouth.”

Richie smirked, clearly tickled by the challenge.

“Alright, Marsh,” he cleared his throat, beginning to pace the room like Columbo at the end of every episode, where he explained how he solved the whole damn case with nothing but a moved potted plant, “You’re Phoebe obviously, because you’re a fiery but lovable enigma who’s cooler than all of us combined.”

Bev chuckled, “Damn straight.”

“Haystack here,” Richie whirled around, cradling Carbs to his chest in one hand and pointing with the other, “is our Joey for his actor good-looks and lovable nature.”

Ben sank down into the couch next to Bev, picking up her socked-feet and rubbing them, “I’ll take it.”

Bev grinned, “I did always think Joey and Phoebe should’ve got together. Although Paul Rudd was great.”

“Which leads me to,” Richie turned to his left, smirking.

“Oh no,” Mike held up his hands, “count me out. Black people weren’t even a thing on Friends until like season 9 or whatever so—”

“Oh yeah, the diversity sucks ass Mikey, no one’s disputing that,” Richie agreed with a nod, “but hear me out. You’re Mike, Mike! A sexy, African-American Paul Rudd. Think about it...you may come in late in the game but you win everyone over instantly with your good looks, nerdy charm and wicked air-piano skills! Just like you did with the Losers Club!”

Mike blinked, amused.

Stan tilted his head.

“I don’t think that’s exactly—”

“Same with Patty!”

Richie cut Stan off, clearly on a roll, whirling around to point at his wife.

“It feels like she’s always been with us, right?” he asked the group at large, smile pleased when everyone nods in agreement, Bev winding an arm around her from where she was perched on the arm of the couch, causing Patty to flush and grin behind her wine glass at the compliment.

“And you know who was always with the Friends? Always there, like an honorary 7th member? Or 8th in this case?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, not quite believing he was going to participate in this.

“Gunther.”

Richie winked, “Gold star for Kaspbrak.”

“She does make a mean Cappuccino,” Stan mumbled almost absentmindedly as Patty gave her charming snort-laugh, letting her head rest against her husband’s shoulder as he stood next to the couch.

“Which leaves…”

Richie slowly turned on the spot, like the dramatic bastard he was.

“Congrats, Bill. You’re Rachel. Our Jen Aniston. People are gonna start copying your hairstyle soon.”

Bill chuckled, “Yeah, don’t think ‘The Bill’ has quite the same ring to it, Rich.”

Richie gave a dismissive wave.

“It’ll catch on. Then you’ll become a mega movie star and forget the rest of us exist. Except for Eddie, of course.”

Bill frowned.

“Why just Eddie?”

Richie threw him an exasperated look.

“Because he’s Monica! Courteney Cox. Best friend of Jen to this day. Duh.”

“So you two are married, then?”

Eddie felt his throat tighten as Richie squared his shoulders at Stanley, gently putting Carbs in her bed before huffing out a laugh.

“Nah man, we’re still in the friends-who-help-friends-give-their-dates-orgasms-in-seven-steps, stage.”

Stan rolled his eyes.

“Right.”

Eddie watched as the two friends stared at one another, a weird tension draping over them.

And in true Phoebe-style, Bev broke it.

“Hey, who wants to hear my Smelly Cat rendition?”

Richie’s analysis was flawed, of course. Bill didn’t know jack about fashion (that was Bev), Ben built stages not performed on them, Stan actually loved, cherished and respected his partner, Patty wasn’t desperately in unrequited love with Bill (that was Mike, though it was requited), Mike wasn’t married to Bev (that was Ben) and Bev…

Well.

Bev was spot on, actually. A riddle, wrapped in an enigma, shrouded in mystery, all while being simultaneously cool and lovable.

And Eddie?

He was Monica Geller and proud of it, dammit.

A damn shame Courteney never got the Emmy-nom, in his opinion.

As for Richie?

Richie wasn’t Chandler Bing. Chandler Bing was Richie Tozier.

“If only they had let Chandler be gay,” Richie sighed wistfully as Eddie closed the door, waving off the last of their guests, Bill and Mike as they hopped in an Uber headed for Casa Denbrough.

“Why? So you could fuck Ben instead?”

Eddie knew how his voice sounded as he slowly leaned back against the door, reaching out to pull Richie towards him by his collar, crashing their lips together in a bruising kiss that he had ached for all night.

Richie gasped into his mouth, his hands roaming Eddie’s body like a hyperactive octopus, pressing him back against the door and rolling his bottom lip between his teeth.

Eddie groaned, breaking the kiss, staring up at his best-friend-turned-secret-boyfriend.

“So, when do we tell them we hooked up at Ben and Bev’s wedding?”

Richie chuckled, leaning down and pressing his lips against Eddie’s neck, right over the spot he knew drove him crazy, breathing hot against his skin.

“Not until I ask Bill for his eyelash curler and Ben figures us out. Duh.”

~*~

They really should have been all fucked out after three weeks of eating, drinking, sleeping and sex-ing in Barbados, and yet, as soon as they got back to their apartment, they christened their old bed, their leaking shower and the living room floor because they just couldn’t get enough of each other.

Married.

They were fucking married.

Husbands.

Legally bound.

Til death—

No, not even death could stop them. They proved that already.

“You’re heavy,” Eddie groaned, his chest vibrating under where Richie had his face squished against it.

“It’s all the Barbadian food, dude. S’gone straight to my thighs.”

Eddie brushed his hand along said thigh, squeezing roughly.

“Hmm. I like your thighs.”

“I like you.”

“You better. You’re kinda stuck with me now.”

Richie lifted his head off Eddie’s sweaty chest, smiling softly, interlocking their left hands, pressing their rings together.

“Guess my love life isn’t D.O.A anymore, huh.”

Eddie groaned, and not in the sexy way he had been five minutes before.

“Those Friends references grew old in the nineties, dude. Stop.”

Richie pecked at his lips, letting out a sound of disagreement.

“I’ll have you know, Eds, I—”

The unmistakable sound of a knock echoed throughout the apartment.

They blinked at one another.

“Who the fuck is that? No one knows we’re home yet.”

The post-Honeymoon-fuck had come (heh) above all - including texting the group chat that they had made it back safely onto California soil.

Marriage had made them selfish like that.

Eddie shrugged, “I don’t know. Could be Rosa dropping off Carbs. I did tell her we’d be back today, and she might have like...sensed us. You know what she’s like.”

Rosa was their downstairs neighbour, a lovable, elderly woman who seemed to have had a sixth sense for everything Richie and Eddie-related even before they had become a couple, often calling them out for the pining bullshit before they got their act together, got tipsy at Benverly’s wedding and jumped each other.

Or as Richie put it once - “She high-key ships us, man. Wants us to bone it out.”

To this day, Eddie had no idea what that meant.

Another knock came, this one louder.

“Alright, I’m coming,” Eddie called out, pushing a whining Richie off his chest before he could make the obvious joke and forcing himself to sit up, grimacing as the sheet stuck to his back.

He’d have to be the one to answer. No way he was unleashing a half-naked Richie onto Mrs Hernandez.

Eddie actually had the decency to pull on sweatpants and an old Trashmouth-tee before padding to the door.

He knew his husband did not.

Husband.

Eddie smiled to himself, his stomach doing its usual somersaults that he knew would never fully disappear.

Richie Tozier, his lifelong best friend, was now his husband too.

Crazy.

“Sorry Rosa, we were—”

His incredibly made-up-on-the-spot excuse died on his lips as he opened the front door to reveal - nothing.

Frowning, Eddie stared into the empty air, turning his head to glance down the very vacant hallway.

And then, he heard it.

Quack!

“Oh, not again.”

“Duck!”

Richie said it like fuck.

Like he had been human-autocorrected.

“Yes, Richie, I see that,” Eddie sighed at his husband who had appeared over his shoulder, still shirtless, staring down at the baby duck sitting pretty in a box, much like Carbs had two years before.

“We’re not naming him Daffy,” Eddie grumbled, bending down to gently pick up the box, cradling the duckling against his chest and kicking the door shut.

Richie opened his mouth.

“Or Donald.”

Richie closed his mouth.

One quack called Donald was enough.

“We’ll brainstorm,” Richie grinned, leaning down and capturing Eddie’s lips, before softly patting the new addition to their family on the head.

They’d find the note later. The one that read,

To Chandler and Monica,

You two were the last to find out.

Not Stan.

Here’s a brother for Carbs.

We left her with you as a prank, for Richie’s Friends obsession, but you became the best dads ever instead. You’ll do it again.

Just don’t get them stuck in the Foosball Table.

~The Losers

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #prompt #lovely anons #friends #i tried lol #my fanfiction #writing stuff

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parkaiur · 5 years

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Perfection - Jihoon

❀ Comedy + fluff + a dash of angst

❀ Word count: 6.2 K

❀Being in love with your best friend sucks when they don’t feel the same about you. Once you think you will be pining over him forever, a new boy moves to your school and happens to share all the same classes as you. You start to become entranced with his cute face and fun personality, soon making you forget about the previous boy, or have you?

❀A/N: switching to first pov to see which i like more lol so dont attack me,,, also im sorry for making these fics so long lsakdjfas idk if ppl like long fics or short fics so some feedback would be nice >.< thank u all for supporting me on my last fic as well ! :D hope u enjoy this one <3

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I rode into the school parking lot, rolling my eyes at the loud music playing throughout school. Every Friday morning, the school blared loud music inside and outside the school which I despised. I groaned and parked my car crookedly-- I was a terrible driver.

“Wow, just another Friday morning.” My next door neighbor, Seunghun grumbled while getting out of the car. We had been neighbors ever since we were kids, and once we hit high school, Seunghun had to start driving me places since he was one year older than me. Of course, now that I was older, we took turns.

“I can’t wait to get out of this place.” I groaned while downing my coffee. I could never function without it. Seunghun patted me on the back. “You still have two years kid. Junior year is the suckiest too but at least it’s almost winter break.”

I sighed and tried to ignore the rambunctious teenagers that were screaming and dancing to the music. That was just embarrassing.

“Well, well, well, good morning to you two.” I jumped at the sudden deep voice behind me but my heart jumped when I saw who it was. “Oh, it’s just you.” I joked. Seunghun laughed loudly and poked Hyunsuk teasingly.

“Why do I even bother anymore?” Hyunsuk rolled his eyes playfully while walking next to my side. I felt warm at his close proximity, my face probably turning red as time ticked by. But of course, they were dudes, they didn’t notice.

Seunghun and I had been friends since we were in diapers, but I’d only thought of him as an older brother figure in my life, and he thought of me as a little sister. Hyunsuk had transferred to our high school during my freshman year of high school. Hyunsuk and Seunghun were both in dance club and in the same math class-- they immediately clicked. And somehow we all became best friends that told each other everything.

Except that I had a big fat crush on Hyunsuk.

“School dance tickets are now available at the register! Go get your tickets now!” I saw the president of leadership shout these words through the commons. I tried not to flinch at the volume. Seunghun giggled childishly at my reaction while I pinched his side. “Hey! Don’t hurt me.” He gave me a cute frown which made me resist pinching him again. I knew he could tickle me to death if he wanted to.

Hyunsuk then smirked and hit Seunghun’s shoulder playfully. “Hey, aren’t you taking Hyemi to the dance?” Seunghun’s demeanor immediately changed from confident to shy. Hyunsuk gripped my shoulder to keep him from laughing out loud. I felt empty when he set his hand down to his side once again.

“Shut up, I haven’t even asked her yet.” Hyunsuk and I gasped dramatically at Seunghun’s revelation. “Kim Seunghun, the dance is a few Saturdays from today, how dare you!” I faked being shocked while Hyunsuk played along with me. Seunghun rolled his eyes and kept on walking. He was so done my and Hyunsuk’s antics.

Seunghun then wiggled his eyebrows and punched the other boy on the shoulder. “Enough about me, I heard a little something through the grapevine that Hyunsuk is asking Kyungmi to the winter formal.”

My heart dropped at the news, but I kept a playful smile on my face. I hoped it wasn’t faltering. “Wait, what? Why haven’t I heard about this?” I punched his shoulder while he cringed at the pain.

I took a peak at Hyunsuk’s expression which was cheeky and mysterious. He was never the type to get flustered when it came to girls. The older boy adjusted his jacket and wiggled his eyebrows at the both of us.

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” He said suspiciously while fixing his hair. I felt my hopes getting lower and lower at his statement. Hyunsuk shook his head and slung an arm around my shoulder. I held in my yelp of surprise.

This is normal, friends do this. Don’t make it weird.

“How about you, y/n? Who are you taking to the winter formal? Any boys been lining up at your door?” I snorted and took his arm off of me so that my heart would stop doing little flip flops.

I took a sip of my coffee and shook my head. “Nope, sorry, I’m the one with the boring love life in this circle.” I tried to not let my voice sound disappointed. I felt Seunghun pinch my cheeks. “Aw, y/n, it’s fine, I’m sure someone will ask you soon.”

Most juniors and seniors had dates to the winter formal and if you didn’t, you were basically seen as a loser. I was going to be a loser, but honestly I didn’t care about being one. If I wasn’t going with Hyunsuk, I didn’t want a date at all.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind going alone.” Lie. I didn’t want to go at all. I knew Hyunsuk was going to pluck up the courage to ask Kyungmi and I didn’t want to see that happen. Nor did I want to fifth wheel the two of them.

Hyunsuk pouted and looked over at Seunghun. I was scared the two of them were planning something. “Are you sure? We probably have a few guy friends we could set you up with.” I saw his hopeful expression which broke my heart into tiny pieces and I shook my head. “Seriously, it’s fine, I don’t need one and I don’t want one.” My voice came out harsher than expected which made the two boys freeze. I heard the bell ring, meaning we had to now separate and go to class.

“Truly, I’m not upset about it, just leave it be. I can have fun by myself anyways.” I patted the two of them on the back and scurried to class.

As I plunked down in my seat for history, I released a sigh of relief. Most days I felt normal around the two of them, but whenever they brought up relationships or dating, I tried to avoid it at all costs.

I plugged in my earbuds, getting ready to drone out whatever the teacher was saying. I had already read the chapter for this week so my first period was about to become snooze town.

Before I could turn on my music, I heard a group of girls enter the classroom giggling and laughing about something. I was about to tune them out til I caught a sliver of their conversation.

“No way, he’s going to ask you? Shut up!”

“Yeah, he just texted me and asked me to meet him after school!” I felt my heart drop as I turned and saw Kyungmi gossiping to her friends. Of course, Hyunsuk already decided to act fast since Kyungmi was one of the prettiest girls in the junior class.

“Hyunsuk is asking you? I seriously thought he was dating y/n.” A wave of silence washed over the group until I heard a few chuckles.

I felt anxiety creep into my system and I quickly wanted to turn my attention away from the situation.

“Oh no! They’re just friends. I mean, y/n is a nice girl but...” I heard her whisper the last part. “But I mean, she just isn’t Hyunsuk’s type, you know what I mean?”

I clicked the play button on my playlist, refusing to let tears fall in this dingy high school classroom.

I dosed off in class, feeling the soft voice of Dean drift me to sleep. Suddenly, I felt someone kick my desk, jolting my eyes open. The teacher pulled out my earbuds which irked me to no ends. I hated when anyone touched my earbuds and I felt the urge to smack my teacher’s hands right then and there.

“Ah, glad you could join us miss y/n.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes when I saw an unfamiliar boy staring at me. He had round eyes that had sort of an edge to them, making him seem mischievous yet innocent. He was wearing a white hoodie and blue jeans which made him look good. I couldn’t help he was eye candy. “This, is our new student Park Jihoon.” He smiled at me and I gave my best smile back, which was my most awkward one.

“Um... cool.” I noted lamely, unaware of the situation. I heard a few giggles throughout the classroom. Mr. Kim kept his anger in.

He cleared his throat and directed my eyes to Jihoon. “I told Jihoon to sit next to the empty desk next to yours, but unfortunately, you were not awake to hear that. Also, mister Jihoon also happens to have the same schedule as yours, so you’ll automatically be his guide for school. Now, onto the second world war.” My jaw dropped as the teacher nonchalantly told me I had to be the guide for Jihoon.

It’s not like I hated the guy or anything, but being a guide for someone at my school means that I had to basically baby sit him. I had to include him in my friend group, talk with him during class, and make him feel welcome essentially. Usually people had to sign up for it, but I never did. I never liked the hassle. But apparently my luck keeps getting worse and worse as the day went on.

“Hey,” I heard the boy next to me whisper. I turned to my right and saw Jihoon looking at me with bright eyes. I felt my heart waver at his cute stare.

“Do you have a pencil I could borrow? I stupidly left mine at home.” He whispered. I nodded and tossed him an extra that he skillfully caught. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” I whispered back. This time, I didn’t plus my earbuds back in.

-----

Class seemed like it ended sooner than usual.

“So have you always gone to this high school?” Jihoon nonchalantly started conversation with me, which made me envious of him. I had never been the type to make friends so easily.

I lowered my head so that he could see my entire face. “Um, yup. Been going to school with basically the same people since elementary school.” His face scrunched up in disgust and I let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, it’s as horrible as it sounds.”

I noticed lots girls were staring at the new boy who was standing next to me, a nobody with two hot best friends. I tried to not look at the crowd but it was hard.

“So, math next. Love that subject.” He grit his teeth and pretended to look angry. I let out a small chuckle at his childish antics. I couldn’t help my laughter, he was a funny dude. He gave me a small smile in return. “I hate math too, it’s my worst subject.” He nodded but narrowed his eyes at me.

“That’s surprising considering you seemed like you were falling asleep throughout our entire history period.” I gasped at his accusation while he rolled his eyes. “Ok, in my defense, I already read the chapter, I don’t need to pay attention. I’m only there ‘cause our ass of a teacher has attendance as 20% of our total grade.”

Jihoon’s eyes widened while I patted him on the back, a habit I picked up from being around Hyunsuk and Seunghun too often. Jihoon didn’t seem to mine it though. “Yeah, I know, that’s I just sleep in it. He usually doesn’t even care besides today since you showed up.”

Jihoon shrugged and said nothing else as we walked to our next class.

---

The day went by quickly and soon it was nearing the last period of the day.

“Hey, y/n!” I heard Hyunsuk yell my name faintly across the busy hallway. I felt my heart jolt a bit in surprise as I stopped in the hallway. Before I could explain to Jihoon who was yelling my name, he was running at me at full speed.

Hyunsuk quickly embraced me in a hug, twirling me around. “AAAH HYUNSUK, LEMME DOWN!” I shouted into his ear, yet I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. As Hyunsuk set me down, he locked eyes with Jihoon. “Oh, uh, hey, I’m Hyunsuk, you one of y/n’s friends?” Hyunsuk obnoxiously wiggled his eyebrows which made my mood deflate. I hated when he teased me about other boys, even though I knew it wasn’t his fault he didn’t know my feelings.

Jihoon didn’t tease me but instead laughed and shook Hyunsuk’s hands. “Actually she’s my guide, but I’m sure we’ll be close friends by the end of the day.” Jihoon winked in my direction which made my cheeks turn a bright red.

Hyunsuk gasped and slapped me on the shoulder. Suddenly, I felt Hyunsuk pull me closer to him protectively. My blush, that was already bright pink, deepened at the contact. “Gasp, the only people y/n is close with is with me and Seunghun, the tall blonde tree over there.” Jihoon peaked over my shoulder to take a look at Seunghun. “Huh, interesting.” Jihoon mumbled.

I felt Hyunsuk’s arms grow looser around my body which made me sigh in relief. Jihoon raised a brow at me but said nothing to my odd behavior.

“Hyunsuk, over here!” I saw another group of boys calling Hyunsuk over which meant he was leaving me. He gave me a pat on the back and glared at Jihoon before walking away. “I’m watching you boy, no funny business with y/n or else you’ll...” Hyunsuk did the cutting neck motion to which Jihoon responded with raised brows. Hyunsuk ran over to the other guy and molded quickly into the group. He was always really good at fitting in.

I noticed Jihoon was already looking at me when I turned to meet his gaze. “Um, sorry about that, Hyunsuk and Seunghun, the tree, are sort of protective of me. We’ve been friends for a long time now.” I explained to him. Jihoon gave me a soft grin.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and glanced over to Hyunsuk. “So, does he know that you like him?” I choked on my own spit at his accusation. Wait, what? How did he guess that?

Lie. You have to lie. “Um, what? I do not like Hyunsuk.” I spat out fake laughter and shook my head nervously. Ok I was a terrible liar.

Jihoon gave me the look. That look someone gives you when they’re calling you on your bullshit. I sighed and gave in. “Ok, yes, maybe I do have a tiny crush on him but he doesn’t know, and he shall never know, got it?” I glared at the taller boy as he raised his hands in surrender.

“I’ll never tell another living soul, you’re secret is safe with me.” He pretended to zip his lips and throw away the key, making me chuckle in response.

We walked into our English class together, sitting near the back of the class, where I usually sat.

Jihoon abruptly turned to me. “Ok.. are you always this angsty? You sit at the back of classroom with your hood up and earbuds in in every single class. You act like you don’t know anything but somehow you answer every question a teacher asks you right.” He moved closer to you. He gently whispered in my ear, “and you fall for your best friend and never risk telling him because hmmm you’re probably too scared to get too close to somebody. What’s your story?”

I should be getting upset at his mention of my crush, but all I could focus on was how close he was to me. Snap out of it, y/n, your hormones are just whack because all the guys you see are Seunghun and Hyunsuk. Chill.

I leaned back in my chair, trying to calm my racing heart. His face wasn’t judgmental, but rather curious. “Hm, that’s a loaded question, or questions I guess. I don’t know how to describe my angstyness or where it came from. Also I can’t give you a reason as to why I like who I like and why I choose to hide it besides that it’s embarrassing.” I said the last two words louder and smacked his arm playfully. He laughed and clutched it like he was in pain.

“Ouchhhh,” He whined and held it out to me. “Kiss it and make it feel better.” He jutted out his plump bottom lip to act cute. I gasped and hit his arm again.

He, in return, laughed and pulled his arm away. “See, we’re practically best friends now.” He said softly. I had nothing to say because the teacher started class already but I had to admit, he had a way at making my cold facade warm.

------

It was the end of the day, finally, and Jihoon and I parted our separate ways. We exchanged numbers and he made me promise I wouldn’t drop him after the first day. To be honest, I don’t think I could if I tried.

I walked to the parking lot, my familiar hood up and earbuds in. Even though I expected it, I felt two hands on my shoulder that pushed off of me, making me stop in surprise. I paused my music and took out my earbuds to face an excited Hyunsuk and Seunghun.

“What-”

They both slung an arm around me, which made me greatly suspicious. “So, boy.”

“Dude.”

“Guy.”

“Male.”

“Cute boy.”

“Nice boy.”

“Funny-”

“Oh would you two shut up?” I shoved them away and walked faster to the car. I heard them both laughing, even though their teasing wasn’t that funny. Especially when I still had feelings for Hyunsuk.

“Aw c’mon, it’s just I’ve never seen you with other guys... or other people besides us... willingly... like ever.” Hyunsuk babbled. Seunghun nodded in agreement. “He’s right. You always keep to yourself, I swear you were never going to make friends with anyone besides us your entire high school career.” Seunghun admit. I rolled my eyes and tried to get in my car. But the two stopped me to question me some more.

Suddenly, in the corner of my eye, I saw Jihoon walking out, probably walking to his car as well. Somehow, the boy caught my eye and immediately waved and smiled. I didn’t want to be rude so I obviously reciprocated his actions. As he turned away, Seunghun and Hyunsuk looked at me with wide eyes.

“Woaaahhhh that was the nicest I’ve ever seen you act to someone. Are you sure you’re y/n??” Hyunsuk pressed his hand to my forehead which now burned because of his gentle touch. “Hey, you’re actually warm. Are you getting sick?” He stood closer to me and examined my face. I could tell he was worried because of his furrowed brows.

Before he could think too much into it, I pulled his hand off. “Maybe I’m warm because I’m so angry at you two for being annoying assholes.” I spat and then proceeded to jump into the drivers seat. “Bye, Hyunsuk.” I pulled out of the driveway quickly and ignored Seunghun’s stare.

“Y/n, are you really getting sick? It’s almost Christmas, I don’t want you to miss out on our annual movie marathon.” Seunghun said, concern laced in his voice. Out of the two boys, I was closer to Seunghun. Yes, I loved Hyunsuk as much as I loved Seunghun, but Seunghun and I had a history together. He got me and I got him. It was painful to keep this secret from him, but knowing Seunghun, he would tell Hyunsuk immediately, not to be a prick, but because he would think it was the right thing to do. And I could never let Hyunsuk know how I feel about him. Ever.

I slapped his hand away playfully. “Shut up, it’s like a month to Christmas, I’ll be fine by then even if I am getting sick. And if I am getting sick, it’s because you two had the smart idea to have a water balloon fight in the middle of December.” Seunghun burst into laughter at the memory. I couldn’t help myself chuckle as well.

“You’re right, I take full responsibility along with Hyunsuk. We will cater to your needs if you do get sick.” He pretended to bow and I just shoved him away. Bantering with him like this felt normal, and I liked normal.

-----

Normal did not last long.

I curled up in my bed, reading to read a trilogy I had been looking forward to getting into during the week. I felt my bed vibrate which signaled that I got a text.

As I saw who the text was from, my eyes widened. “What the heck.” I whispered to myself, praying my parents didn’t hear me having a mental breakdown at 11pm. I took a deep breath and opened the text.

‘what’s fun to do around here? i’m dying of boredom x_x’ I chuckled at the use of his self-made emoji. He even texted cute.

I waited a few seconds to not make me seem eager and replied ‘um... read a book?’

He read it. My heart was pounding. ‘... r u joking?’

I tried to conceal my laughter. ‘no... that’s what im doing right now’

‘wow... how sexy’ This time, I couldn’t help the giggles that flew from my mouth. Hopefully my parents were in deep slumber. ‘too strong?’ He texted back quickly.

‘no, you have the same humor as seunghun and hyunsuk tho lol’

‘wow the same humor as your two besties ,, im flattered’

‘is that sarcasm i detect?’

‘no sarcasm here captain’

I chuckled at his cute humor. I couldn’t help but feel like I’ve known this guy for years, yet I just met him yesterday.

Suddenly, I saw those three dots appear. I gulped in anticipation. ‘are you ok?’ he texted randomly. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

‘why wouldnt i be?’

‘... you know...’

‘???’

‘... hyunsuk asked kyungmi to the dance.’ he deadpanned. Somehow, that thought had completely left my mind. And for some odd reason, I didn’t feel all too upset about it anymore.

Fuck, that’s going on? You like Hyunsuk. You should be feeling upset.

‘oh yeah, im fine, ill get over it tbh’

He read my message, but took a little longer to respond. I grew nervous at his next words.

‘can i call you?’

Suddenly, my conscious just flew out the window. “What the... shoot what do I do?” I whispered to myself. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to call him, or that I was weirded out by it, but because I was nervous.

“Fuck it.”

‘sure’ I waited for him to read the text. I heard my phone ring and I immediately picked it up so my parents wouldn’t hear.

“Hi.” He said. His voice was deeper than usual and I heard lots rustling, meaning he was probably in bed.

“Hey.” I replied back lamely. I had never really done the phone call thing. Seunghun lived right next door to me, so if he wanted to talk, then he would just pop over. Hyunsuk would just drive to one of our houses and force us to hang out with him. I guess I’d never experienced a normal high school friendship.

“So...” He trailed off. I held in my laugh. It seemed like everything he said was funny to me. “So...” I trailed off as well.

“What are you wearing right now?” His voice dropped a few octaves, but his tone made me burst out into laughter. I covered my mouth quickly.

“What the fuck, Jihoon??” I whispered hurriedly. I heard him holding in his laughter as well. “Sorry, it was an innocent question.” He joked.

There was a moment of silence for a second. “Polar bear pajamas.” I finally answered.

“I’m wearing my boxers.” I spat out laughter at his truthful response. “What? Guys don’t really sleep in lots of clothes.” I covered my face, trying to not imagine what he looked like.

“You’re an idiot, Jihoon. But, I need to hang up because you’re making me laugh too hard and my parents are in the room next to me.” I said truthfully. I heard him whine over the phone and I couldn’t almost visualize a pout.

“Then why did you agree to call in the first place?” He whined. “Because, I was curious on what you had to say.” I said truthfully.

He paused for a moment, probably trying to soak in my words. “Good point. But, ok, I’ll let you go then so your parents don’t hunt me down for making their daughter laugh.” I bit my lip, hiding a smile at the declaration.

“Goodnight.” He whispered softly.

“Goodnight, Jihoon.” I waited a few moments til I hung up the phone, setting it on my counter.

What am I doing? I like Hyunsuk.

-----

I admit, I was a bit nervous to see Jihoon on Monday again. After our talk on Saturday, I felt like we got closer. I’d never bonded with anyone so fast before, well besides Seunghun and Hyunsuk.

I sat down in our history class and listened to music. I felt a tug on my shoulder, which made my eyes shoot open. I was glad he didn’t tug out my earbuds as most people did. I paused my music and set down my phone.

He was wearing an oversized sweater with dark jeans. His hair was styled today and framed his face nicely. “Hey.” He smiled at me. I noticed how his teeth were perfectly straight, meaning he probably just got his braces off. How cute.

“Hey, you do the history reading?” I started the conversation to show I was friendly. He leaned his backpack against his desk and organized all his things on his desk. He narrowed his eyes at me while I chuckled. “What do you think? I was too busy chatting up pretty girls on the weekend.” For some odd reason, I felt my heart sink at that statement.

He was texting other girls besides me? I crinkled my nose awkwardly, a habit I had when I was uncomfortable.

“For the record, the only girl I texted over the weekend as you." I looked into his eyes and saw his eyes softly gaze into mine. His brown eyes looked so doe-like that I wanted to reach over and kiss his cheeks.

Jihoon then switched gears and gave me a goofy smirk to show he was kidding. My nerves died down at his teasing. “Shut up. I’m sure you tell that to all the girls you text.” I fibbed nervously. Jihoon didn’t take his gaze off me when he shook his head. “Think what you want, y/n, but one day you’ll fall for my charms.” He gave me a shy smile that contradicted his confident words.

"Hyunsuk! Stop, just go to class!” The high pitched voice caught my attention with the name of my best friend. I took a look to the door and saw Kyungmi coming in, with Hyunsuk backhugging her. I felt my heart clench as I saw the two together. I knew they had been somewhat “official” after Hyunsuk asked her to the dance and she accepted, but it still felt weird and upsetting.

I felt my mood deflate when looking at them and it was obvious. “Hey.” I heard a faint whisper to my right. I pulled my strong gaze away from the two lovebirds who were laughing loudly and sharing intimate eye contact. Jihoon had his brows furrowed and concerned looking.

“Yeah?” I whispered. I hated people pitying me and tried to play off my sadness as fatigue. Jihoon didn’t fall for it. Instead of speaking, he took my hand and gave it a light squeeze. Usually I hated when people touched me without my permissions... or at all. But with him, it felt normal.

Hyunsuk barely spared me a glance when he was with Kyungmi although he knew my schedule to a T. Or at least I thought he did. I tried to catch his eye, but it was no use.

“Why do you even like him?” Jihoon mumbled close to my ear, so that no one could hear it. I scoffed at the question. What was there not to like? Hyunsuk is attractive, athletic, a good rapper and dancer, funny, kind...he was basically perfect.

I didn’t realize I said those attributes outloud until Jihoon leaned back in his chair in annoyance. “Well, that’s not what I asked. Why do YOU like him?”

“I just told you.” I spat. Jihoon shook his head slightly and pulled his hood up, copying my style.

“Sure you did.”

I opened my mouth to he meant by that, but before I could say anything, the teacher started spewing fact about the Korean War, making me lose my chance.

-----

A couple weeks had passed and soon the winter formal was right around the corner.

Jihoon and I were chilling in my living room, watching Infinity War as we ate pizza. I had grown close to the boy and found myself hanging out with him more than I hung out with Seunghun and Hyunsuk. Which they complained about constantly, but I couldn’t help if I hated seeing Hyunsuk and Kyungmi or hearing talk about her. It was a constant reminder that I wasn’t his to talk about.

“I feel like Dr. Strange is the most underrated of them all. Like deadass the man saw a gajillion outcomes of the future where they all died... what a traumatic experience.” Jihoon mumbled while stuffing a pizza into his mouth. I nodded in agreement.

“You right, bro. I would legit die if I saw myself die.” Jihoon paused at my dumb statement but just threw a piece of popcorn at me.

By the end of the movie, we were sobbing into our blankets while the boxes of pizza were strewn everywhere. Jihoon grabbed the tissue box and wiped his tears. I felt him dab my tears politely which made me laugh.

“Hey, at least you’re a pretty crier, some of us are less fortunate.” He joked while wiping his tears. He paused the movie so we could compose ourselves and mourn over the multiple losses. I threw my tissue at him. “Shut up, everyone is an ugly crier.”

“Nah, I mean, you’re pretty so that’s why you’re a pretty crier.” I felt him lean closer to me which made me feel nervous. “I’m not even pretty.” I mumbled. Honestly, I didn’t feel like I was stunning but I wasn’t ugly. I could be looked at for more than 5 seconds without pure disgust but it’s not like I was drop dead gorgeous.

“Hm, that’s debatable.” I heard his voice drop into a low whisper and suddenly he was leaning in. My heart beat picked up and goosebumps formed on my arms. Out of instinct, I backed away.

Immediately, I regretted it after seeing the dejected look on his face. “Jihoon, I’m sorry I just.” I sighed in panic. “I just still like Hyunsuk.” I whispered. I saw him turn away in sadness which broke my heart.

I thought we were going to sit in silence the entire time until he turned to me with slight anger in his eyes. “Or so you think.” He mumbled. He turned to stand and walk out. I furrowed my brows in confusion. I shot up from my seat and followed him to the door, thankfully, he didn’t make it too far.

“Woah woah woah, what do you mean by that?” I demanded. “Of course I like Hyunsuk, he’s like...”

Jihoon turned to face me and scoffed. “Let me guess perfect?”

Suddenly, with great timing, my door flew open.

“HO HO HO ! DID SOMEONE NOT INVITE US TO THE PARTY?” Before I could comprehend what was happening, Seunghun ran at me and scooped me into his arms.

Hyunsuk plopped on the other side of Jihoon and slung an arm around him. “Hey, is this your first date or something, sorry to intrude.” Hyunsuk wiggled his eyebrows and nudged Jihoon slightly.

Jihoon forced a smile and shrugged. “Nah man, we’re just friends.” For some reason, I felt my heart deflate at that statement even though I just turned him down a few seconds ago.

Seriously, what’s wrong with me?

Hyunsuk ‘awwed’ at Jihoon and pinched his cheeks to where Jihoon ignored him. Jihoon still stared intensely at me like there wasn’t even anyone around us.

His arms were crossed across his chest and his breathing was heavy.

I assume Seunghun and Hyunsuk realized the situation and took a few steps back. Jihoon finally released some stress in his body and took a few steps to the door.

“Just.. Just call me when you’re ready to be real with your feelings.” Jihoon smoothly slipped on his shoes and opened the door. He gave me one last final look before shutting it softly which matched the shattering of me heart as well.

Seunghun, Hyunsuk, and I stood in silence at the awkwardness that rose from Jihoon’s farewell. I reached up to touch my face, realizing that it was wet with my tears. At the sight of them, I only broke down harder.

“Hey, it’s gonna be-” I stepped away from Hyunsuk’s hug and held out my hands to distance myself.

“Can you guys just go? I don’t wanna see anyone right now.” I felt my voice break on the last note and tried to hold in my tears. At first, I didn’t think they were going to leave, but I felt Seunghun pat my back before hearing the door shut, leaving me alone to deal with my thoughts and insecurities.

------

It was finally the winter formal.

Yay.

It was five pm and the dance started at nine. I wasn’t going though.

I pulled the covers over my head and drowned out my sorrows with silence.

I had thought long and hard about Jihoon’s words, wondering what he meant. I liked Hyunsuk still...

but did I really ?

And what do I feel about Jihoon?

Do I even care about who Hyunsuk dates anymore?

I mean, I was staying inside crying over Jihoon and not even thinking to remember Hyunsuk and Kyungmi. I groaned and hit myself in the face with a pillow.

As I was laying still in my bed, I heard a knock on my door. I raised a brow as my parents knew not to bother me when I was in my room. “Are you decent?”

I held in my eye roll as I recognized the voice. “Define decent.” I snapped back. The door opened, revealing a very dapper looking Seunghun and Hyunsuk. Suddenly I felt like a loser next to them. I buried my face in my pillows again. I heard Hyunsuk chuckle and suddenly the both of them were sitting on my bed, patting my back. “What are you guys doing here?” I mumbled.

“Where else would we be when our best friend is here, dying in her room?” Seunghun knocked my head gently with his fist, something he always did to me when I was a kid. My eyes swelled with tears at their kindness. I really didn’t deserve friends like them.

“Now, since we are here...” Seunghun started.

“Would you tell us what you’ve been hiding for so long? You’ve been acting so distance and out of it... it’s obvious y/n. Just talk to us normally, we’re your best friends. We will understand no matter what.” Hyunsuk finally said. I could tell when he was frustrated as Hyunsuk could never hide his emotions.

“Yeah, what happened to the truth and nothing but the truth y/n?” There was a teasing tone in Seunghun’s words, but I could tell he was upset at me too, which made me feel like a bigger jerk.

Which is why I had to man up and tell them the truth.

“Fine.” I sat up from my bed and closed my eyes. Here goes nothing.

“So, basically, I had a crush on this dude. Who is not important. Anyways, Jihoon found out and I told him to hide it and he said he wouldn’t tell anybody. Long story short, I’m pretty sure Jihoon likes me and I am very, very confused on what I feel about him as I don’t know if I still like this dude. And also, I don’t really know what I like about the dude without what’s on the surface. And I guess I am losing romantic feelings for the dude as well. And with Jihoon, I feel so comfortable around him. Like everything is so natural and yeah I don’t know I hate myself.” I ranted before throwing my face down back on a pillow.

The two boys were silent for a moment until bursting into laughter. I lifted my head in confusion.

They both patted my backs and headed for the door.

“W-what? Where are you guys going?”

Seunghun walked out first and gave me a shrug. As Hyunsuk turned to shut the door, he gave me a knowing smile.

“Y/n, it’s obvious. I think you know what to do.”

Before I got a chance to say anything, Hyunsuk slammed the door in my face.

I sat there in a daze for a few short moments until I came to the realization.

“Fuck I have to go talk to Jihoon.”

-----

I reached for my phone in a rush and texted him.

‘hey um, what r u doing right now?’ I texted off quickly before I lost my confidence.

My hands were shaking in anticipation as I saw him typing.

‘im getting ready to go to dinner before the formal’

I felt my heart drop at his response. I lost my chance... great.

‘why?’ he texted back.

‘just wondering,, have fun at the winter formal’

‘thanks’

A one word response, that meant he wanted the conversation to end. I set down my phone with a deflated ego.

He already had a date. I guess he didn’t like me as much as I thought.

I sunk down in my bed and flopped over in my bed. I wasn’t the girl boys fought for, I was the girl you looked over, the girl you didn’t want.

I laid in silence to wallow in my self pity until I heard my doorbell ring. I groaned, thinking it was Hyunsuk and Seunghun coming to tease me again. I waddled down the stairs with a huge blanket wrapped around my arms. I flung open the door, ready to tell the boys to go away.

I was in great surprise when I saw Jihoon staring back at me instead of the two older boys.

My eyes widened in surprise as he was dressed in normal clothes but I could tell his hair was styled and he put on cologne.

“Hey.” His hands were in his pockets and his stance was really casual.

“Um, h-hi.” I stuttered out. Obviously I was more nervous than him. He gave me one of his familiar smiles. “Can I come in?” I nodded and shuffled out of the way for him to enter my house.

“I thought you were going to the dance.” I whispered, as if he wasn’t real. Humor danced through his eyes as he shrugged.

“Nah, I sort of lied.” I raised my eyes in surprise.

“Um, why would you do that?”

“So I could do this.”

Suddenly, he leaned down and captured my lips with his. The kiss was soft and sweet, yet passionate; it was everything I had imagined Jihoon would kiss like and more. His hands were gentle on the back of my neck and my hands moved to hold the belt loops on his pants.

I heard him sigh as he pulled me closer. I could feel my heart racing faster at the close proximity. When Jihoon pulled away, I felt like I was missing something.

“Hm, just like I imagined. You’re so perfect.” He whispered closely to my ear.

I shook my head shyly before pulling him down for another kiss. He was surprised at my action but melted into it.

“No, you’re the one who’s perfect for me. Not Hyunsuk or anyone else.

Just you.”

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fairyling · 6 years

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sunshine // stanlon

summary: stan can only think of sunshine and happiness when he’s around mike hanlon

a/n: i’m doing a thing where if you send me a word and a ship then i’ll write a fic for it !! i was sent ‘quietly’ by @typewriterthepasta so here you go !! i didn’t use the word too much but i hope you like this ??

word count: 1652

Sometimes Stanley couldn’t handle all the losers at once. He loved his friends more than anything, but they were all too much. Their personalities were too loud and bright. It felt like a sensory overload sometimes to sit among the cacophony of voices while he was surrounded by colors. Everything sometimes got to be too much and so Stan didn’t always hang out with everyone as a group. He made up for this by making sure to allot time for each of his friends so he could spend one on one time with them. Today was his day to spend with Mike and Stan particularly liked hanging out with Mike. All of his friends had their special qualities that made them unique, but everything about Mike was just so warm and inviting. Mike was patient with Stan and he always knew the right things to say. His hands were always warm in Stan’s own and he always smelled of flowers or a campfire.

Today they were sitting in Mike’s room and Stan looked around from where he sat on worn flannel sheets. Mike was sitting beside Stan and their knees were touching. Mike’s room was lived in unlike Stan’s. Everything in Stan’s room had a place and Richie often compared it to a museum. It wasn’t a complete mess like Bill’s or Richie’s, though. Things clearly had places in Mike’s room but not everything was so structured. There was a pair of dirty work boots in the corner of the room, one of the boots laying on it’s side. A jean jacket was draped on the back of a chair with a coat on top of it. Mike’s desk was messy, but Stan could still find the desk among the papers and pencils sprawled across it. The bed was unmade until Stan showed up and made it and there was a basket of neatly folded clothes by Mike’s closet that Stan assumed he hadn’t put away yet. Stan was comfortable in Mike’s room despite it not being up to his standards.

“I’d say we could go to the movies but we all saw the only good thing playing last week as a group. I think the only other film playing at the Aladdin is some horror movie and I think we’ve all had enough horror to last a lifetime.” Mike explained, picking at the hole in the knee of his worn denim jeans. Stanley’s eyes fell to the skin poking through the hole of Mike’s jeans and he shrugged. The last time they went to see a horror movie in the theatres Eddie had gotten sick and Bill had taken him out. Stanley was pretty sure that Bill was just looking for an excuse to get out of the theatre and the rest of the losers quickly followed since none of them were particularly enjoying the movie. They had even tried to watch an older flick at Bill’s house but Richie saw the look of discomfort on everyone’s face and pretended that it wasn’t playing in the VCR. No one complained and they settled on watching a movie that Bill claimed used to be Georgie’s favorite.

Stan was quiet for several moments before he laid back on the bed and smiled at the warmth of Mike’s bed. How was it possible that everything associated with Michael Hanlon was so warm? So inviting? Mike sat there with a fond smile as he watched Stanley pull the quilt that was folded at the end of the bed around him and close his eyes as the warmth enveloped him. He didn’t get impatient when Stan didn’t answer right away, instead he reached out to play with the curls that splayed out on the comforter of Mike’s bed. “Did you already do all your chores today, Mike?” Stanley asked, rolling over onto his belly and propping his chin up in a hand so he could look up at Mike through his lashes. Stan couldn’t tell if it was a new smile that was spreading across Mike’s features or of the original smile never left.

“My parents try not to give me too many chores on the weekends. Either way I finished everything yesterday. I knew we’d be hanging out together today and I didn’t want to have to cut it short so that I could go finish them.” he explained, wrapping one of Stan’s curls around his forefinger and watching as it bounced back against Stan’s temple when he released it. Typically Stan didn’t let people play with his hair because he didn’t want the oils from people’s hands to mess it up, but he was leaning into Mike’s touch with a warm smile. Stanley shimmied on the bed until his cheek was resting against Mike’s knee and Mike laughed quietly. “I have some comics that Richie gave me if you wanted to look through those. I also have some stuff from the library if you wanted. There was a bird book that got taken off the shelves so I grabbed it before they could give it to someone else. I thought you’d like it.”

Opening his eyes to look up at that radiant face through his lashes, Stan could have sworn that he felt his heart swell with affection. He didn’t know what the losers did to deserve Mike, he was almost convinced that they didn’t deserve someone so genuine, but he was grateful that they managed to rope him into their club. The only other loser that compared to Mike in genuity and kindness was Ben, but Ben was also obsessed with Beverly. It wasn’t a flaw, but Stan often believed that that contributed to why Ben followed the group everywhere. Mike had nothing tying him down to the other six, but he continued to be around them. Even after they all faced something horrific, Mike joined the blood oath and he swore like the rest of them. “I don’t want to read comics. They always make me think of Richie and I had enough of him yesterday. Plus, if they’re Richie’s old comics then I’ve probably read all the good ones at least three times.” he admitted, closing his eyes again as Mike carded his fingers through Stan’s hair.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of them and Mike sat there with Stanley’s cheek pressed against his thigh and his own back pressed against the headboard of his bed. Part of him felt like they should do something, but Mike was content just sitting with Stan. It was quiet which was a nice contrast to when all of the losers hung out together. Mike knew it got overwhelming for Stan and sometimes it would be too much for even him. Everyone was talking at once and it was difficult to know who to focus on. Usually Mike focused on whoever was being the loudest and he used to think that would be Richie, but the other losers knew how to make their voices be heard when they needed to be. Everyone was so affectionate, too. While Mike loved the cuddles, the hugs, and the wet kisses, he knew that Stan wasn’t always so fond of being touched. He typically asked Stan before he reached out and touched him, but Stan didn’t say anything this time when Mike did and he thought it would be okay.

“We could just stay like this, Mike. I don’t mind just… being around each other.” Stanley admitted, opening his eyes once more. Mike had his head tilted back against the wall and his eyes were closed. He was humming a tune that Stan recognized from nursery school but he couldn’t quite place. Carefully, Stan sat up and he watched as Mike’s smile turned into a frown when Stan moved away from him. The absence didn’t last, though, as Stan was moving into his lap and resting his cheek on Mike’s shoulder. Mike smelled like sunshine and happiness, something that Stan was sure he’d never get enough of. Mike laughed softly and he put his hands on Stanley’s hips. Stanley’s hair was tickling Mike’s cheek, but he didn’t say anything. Stanley seemed to fit perfectly in Mike’s lap and he liked the rare times that Stanley was in an exceptionally affectionate mood.

“You know I never protest to that.”

“Would you protest to this?” Stan asked, voice quiet as he lifted his head once more to look at Mike. Brown eyes met brown eyes and there was a bit of confusion on Mike’s face as he waited for Stan’s next move. He didn’t question it and instead waited for Stanley to do what he intended. He hadn’t expected soft lips to brush against his own. It was over before Mike had even registered that it had begun and he couldn’t quite pinpoint what Stanley tasted like. There was a nervously blush creeping out of the collar of Stan’s polo, but he didn’t move to hide his face.

Mike’s hand moved from Stanley’s waist to grab his chin between his thumb and forefinger. Stanley watched him with curious eyes as he leaned in and kissed him. Stanley’s hands settled on Mike’s shoulders and this time he didn’t pull away. He had never been able to pinpoint what happiness tasted like, although Richie always insisted that it was the flavor of the blue gumballs from the pharmacy, until he kissed Mike. He also never understood what people said about fireworks exploding when they kissed someone until he had Mike’s hands on his cheeks, pulling him in closer. The two boys pulled away and giggled quietly while they caught their breath. Stan’s thumb smoothed out the collar of Mike’s cotton tee before he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Mike’s forehead.

“We could do this when we hang out. It’s a lot cheaper than going to the movies and there’s no bullies in your room to chase us down.”

#stan uris #stanley uris #mike hanlon #stanlon #it #it 2017 #it fanfiction #fanfiction #stan uris fanfiction #stanley uris fanfiction #mike hanlon fanfiction #mine #mine.

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my-heart-burns-there-too · 7 years

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Bevvy’s Girl (Beverly Marsh x fem!reader)

Pairing: Beverly x fem!reader

Request: @noisilydelightfulhologram Hi!! I love your writing, can I please request a fic where Richie is always flirting with the reader and thinks she’s super good looking, but then the reader gets with Bev and Richie is S H O O K but the rest of the losers club knew that reader and Bev liked each other. Again, I love your writing, keep it up.

Summary: Richie has his eyes set on the reader and shamelessly flirts with her, only to find out she’s with the one and only Beverly Marsh.

Warnings: Nope!!

Your eyes. Your hair. Your laugh. Richie liked you, in more of an infatuation sort of way, but nonetheless you caught his eye whenever you and the rest of the losers hung out.

Little did he know, you had your eye on someone.

Beverly Marsh.

You were so upset when you realized it, how could you like her when you knew her and Bill were probably in a wonderful relationship? Yet no matter what, you couldn’t stop liking her. She was like a best friend, but even more. The way she hugged you and pulled you close while sharing a secret, the way she cupped your cheek and giggled when you said something hilariously stupid. She was the one for you, and you frankly didn’t care what anybody else thought on the matter.

“But Stan I can’t!!! Have you seen her and Bill? They’ve probably been sucking face for the past week now,” you whined as you paced back and forth.

“Actually, if you paid attention for once, you’d notice that Bill had a project and Bev is his partner. Therefore, they haven’t been sucking face, and you can go for it,” Stan said, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

You groaned, falling into the grass and staring up at the clouds. The grass tickled your skin as you thought. You thought about how you would tell her you liked her, as more than just your friend.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted when a certain trashmouth blocked out your view of the sky, his glasses making him look extra obnoxious at the moment.

“Hey babe,” Richie smirked, “how are you doing? A hell of a lot better now I’m here, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and sat up. “God you look good today, where’d you get that skirt? It makes you look-”

“Beep beep Richie.” You cut him off, look frustratedly down at the ground. Richie huffed and went to go talk to Eddie.

Soon all of the losers arrived at the Quarry. When Beverly got there, all of the boys looked at you, and you were suddenly interested in the rocks on the ground. “Hey Y/N,” Beverly smiled, her face flushed with a beautiful pink color, and you could see her eyes shine with something yet you couldn’t put your finger on it. She sat down next to you and put her arm around your shoulders, the boys smiling to themselves and Richie just looking confused.

“H-huh-hey guys, let’s play truth o-or dare,” Bill smirked as he looked your way. You groaned internally. Why did it have to be today? You could always tell her tomorrow, or in like a million years.

Truth or dare was going well so far, Eddie confessed that the dirtiest thing he’d ever touched were Richie’s shoes, and Ben had been dared to sing his favorite song, “Please Don’t Go Girl” by New Kids on the Block. Everyone laughed as the song ended, and now it was Stan’s turn to ask.

“Y/N truth or dare,” he stated, and you could see the devilish smirk in his eyes. If you did truth he’d obviously make you say who you liked, and you couldn’t have that.

“Dare.” Everyone let out oohs and ahhs as Stan leaned forward.

“Kiss the person you like in this circle and tell them you love them.”

Your eyes went wide as you looked around at the losers. Everyone watched you intently, were you going to do it or chicken out? Richie already was leaning in, his eyes shut and his lips puckered, when you turned your face towards Beverly and smashed your lips against hers. Beverly froze, this couldn’t be real. The girl she had liked ever since they’d met, was kissing her. Before you moved back to apologize, Beverly responded, her hands cupping your cheeks and smiling into the kiss.

You guys pulled back, panting. “Yeah, so, I love you Beverly,” you breathed out, surprised that all of this was happening.

“I love you to-”

“WHAT THE FUCK,” Richie exclaimed, completely shocked. His eyes were even wider than usual and his jaw was on the ground.

“You’re so oblivious, Richie, they’re so obvious that they like each other it’s crazy,” Stan said flatly, his eyes rolling over to the glasses wearing boy.

“But I’m a total babe magnet!! I mean look at me, I’m smoking hot, girls love my jokes, they-”

“Beep beep Richie,” you and Beverly giggled as she kissed your cheek again, your face flushing and you brought up a bright smile, the smile you’d only reserved for her.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

#beverly marsh x reader #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrack #richie tozier #stanley uris #the losers club x reader #losers club imagine #the losers club #it x reader #it movie 2017 #it stephen king

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secretleeblogging · 4 years

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Unfamiliar (Bev’s Day)

Word count: 914

A/N: Beverly’s day for @ticklishraspberries ’ losers club tickle fic week! I’ve had this sitting in my notes for like 2 weeks waiting for today so I’m glad to actually get it out - I hope you enjoy!

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to hear laughter echoing around when all the losers were together. There were different types of laughter among them, too, varying from person to person and changing depending on the reason for the laughter.

Eddie, for example. His laughter was as high as his voice no matter what the reason. When laughing at a joke, his laugh came more as a giggle rather than an actual laugh. All the losers thought it was adorable, but he certainly didn’t. His laugh when he was tickled was a lot more frantic and screamy, which he disliked even more.

These same factors applied to basically all the losers apart from Mike, Bill and Bev.

Mikes laugh was soft and low, as his voice was much deeper than the others. It suited him totally, though.

Bill’s laugh too was sort of a giggle, but it wasn’t as harsh as Eddie’s or Richie’s. It was more childish and bubbly, so high it sounded like his voice was going to break any second.

Beverly had a completely different laugh to the other losers. Her laugh was melodic and meaningful. It was like a song, and you could hear the happiness behind it. Her ticklish laugh, though... that wasn’t something anyone had heard that often.

You see, Beverly was the biggest tickle monster of the group - she was always tickling the losers because she adored hearing them laugh and just let loose for a little. She cared about them so much that she barely realised that they rarely ever heard her laugh like the way she heard them. And besides, her reflexes were too quick for anyone to actually manage to tickle her anyway.

Well, at least when she was awake.

Sleepovers were another common occurrence among the losers. Albeit, not all of them could always turn up, or some never able to host them due to strict parenting, they always held them whenever they could, as frequently as possible.

This time, they all resided at Richie’s, minus Mike and Ben whom were too busy with work on the farm and school work to turn up, though they swore to show at the next one.

The losers so often had sleepovers that it came to a point where most of the evening was spent sat doing their own thing. Eddie and Richie sat watching a horror film that Richie had pre watched beforehand so he could let Eddie know when all the scary parts happened (he called him a pussy, but secretly he found it adorable). Beverly too was supposed to be watching the film, but she had since fallen asleep, her chest steadily rising and falling. “Would you look at that? Unbelievable!” Richie exclaimed under his breath to Eddie, gesturing to the sleeping girl beside them. “I invite her into my humble abode, I put on a movie for us all to watch and she doesn’t even stay awake! Unbelievable!” He repeats, before giving a swift poke to her side. “Hey, Bev! You- woah!” He was surprised by the squeak that came from her, her arms moving down to protect where Richie had poked as she started to wake up. “Holy shit!” Richie said with a grin, turning back to Eddie. “She’s ticklish!”

Most of the losers were unaware of this fact, considering she had always been too quick for them to actually tickle her, but now Richie was seeing the perfect opportunity.

As stated earlier, all of them slept over so often that they separated off and did their own things. Stan was reading a book about birds he’d gotten from scouts, so engrossed in the pages that he almost didn’t hear what was happening on the couch. Tickle fights were such a regular event that he’d learnt to block them out when he was focused on something else, but this time both him and bill (whom sat reading over Stan’s shoulder) looked up at this unfamiliar laugh.

Richie had moved to sit on Beverly’s legs slightly as she started to shift and wake up, restricting her movement. She had barely even gotten a sleepy word of protest out before Richie used both hands to squeeze her hips and sides. She practically screamed, too tired to push him off or even react fast enough, loud laughter echoing from her mouth.

This was a completely new sound to the losers. It was giddy and higher pitcher than her usual laugh, yet still somehow majestic and musical - as oppose to Richie, who’s laugh was much less graceful, to say the least.

It was such a nice sound to listen too, and everyone else in the room couldn’t help but smile and laugh softly along with her. They wanted to hear more of it, it was so different to what they were usually used to, but they adored it.

When Richie’s squeezes moved across to her belly however, she bucked violently, laughter getting even louder, and she mustered the strength to push him off.

He fell to the floor with a thud, and Beverly clutched her stomach, cheeks flushed as red as her hair. Richie was laughing too, in slight shock of how strong she had reacted.

“Holy shit, bev! I didn’t realise you were that ticklish!” He laughed, though his smile faded when he saw her sitting up with that evil grin.

“Well it’s just unfortunate for you that you’re even worse,” she teased, flexing her fingers.

Richie was up and running before anyone could even fit in a word.

#losers tickle fic week #tickle fic #beverly marsh #lee!beverly #it #losers club

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ghostsandskulls68 · 6 years

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The Adventures of Red & Jesse- Chapter 5

Hello! Back again with another chapter for y’all! Hope you guys enjoy!

Characters: Red (OC), Negan, Simon, Dwight

Summary: Red begins his training and duties as Negan’s helper at Sanctuary. A week passes and Negan decides its time to go on an inspection run.

A New Beginning-Ch. 5: Initiation, Part 2 (The Fighter)

-Red returns to his room. He sits and lays back on the bed, Negan's words still ringing in his head.-

Negan: (Get nice and rested...cause tomorrow I'm gonna put you through the wringer.)

Red: The wringer, huh? Looks like he's gonna get tough on me...I’m actually kind of nervous. (Takes a deep breath and exhales)

-Red relaxes on the bed and closes his eyes. The hours pass. He’s awoken by the sound of heavy knocking on his door. A voice calls out.-

Negan: (from the outside) Rise-N-Shine boy! Time to get started!

-Red sits up and walks to the door. Negan flashes a smile at him and chuckles.-

Negan: Ho ho! Dressed to go already? Good. Grab your blades. Let’s get started.

-Red nods and obediently grabs his pouches. They walk out back to the warehouse where Negan puts Red through vigorous physical tests ranging from simple push-ups and sit-ups to sparring with other Saviors. The first day turned into three days. The days turned into a week. Each day Red would get up and push himself to his limits and afterwards, he would spar with several other Saviors who took a quick liking to him. Today he was standing toe to toe with Dwight, who swings at Red. Red dodges him and catches Dwight off guard with a right hook. Dwight retaliates and hits Red on the right side of his face, cutting his cheek. A little blood runs down. Red loved it. Felt just like home again.-

Red: (spits) Nice one, Spearhead. Thought I felt it tickle.

Dwight: Don’t mock me with your nicknames, kid!

-They resume fighting. Other men yell and clamor as Negan stands in the distance, watching and grinning wide. Red punches Dwight two more times before he counterattacks and punches Red two hard times in the stomach. Red falls down on one knee. The men yell loudly.-

Dwight: What’s it take for you to (kicks Red hard) STAY DOWN...huh?!

Red: (groans) Fuck...what’re you? Size 10? 11?

-Dwight gets ready to kick him again but Red catches his ankle and flips him on his back. He climbs on top and hits him twice in the stomach just as he did to Red earlier. As he does, one of the men walks in and begins to count down. Dwight struggles to get up but Red pins him down.-

Savior: 1...2...3...4...

Dwight: I can still...(strains) Fuck!

Savior: 5...6...7...8...

Red: (Please stay down this time...I’m runnin’ on fumes...)

Savior: ...9...10!! D’s out! Red wins!!

-The men cheer loudly. Red sighs in relief and let’s go of Dwight. He tries to help him to his feet but Dwight pushes his hand away.-

Dwight: I don’t need your help!

Red: Damn. Sore loser.

-Dwight stands up and grabs his shirt. The men pat him on the back and talk to Red a little before Negan walks forward, tapping his bat against the fence.-

Negan: You get better every day! I like your progress!

-He grabs Red’s face and looks at his scrapes and bruises.-

Negan: Got ya pretty good didn’t he? (Chuckles) C’mon. Let’s get ya down to Carson.

-Red grabs his shirt and walks with Negan down to Dr. Carson. They walk inside and Red sits on the table.-

Negan: You know the deal, Doc. Get him cleaned up, blah, blah, blah, send him back when he’s done.

-Negan walks out and Carson walks to Red.-

Dr. Carson: Well what’s the damage this time?

Red: Oh you know...the usual face lacerations, one on the right side is pretty deep but good.

Dr. Carson: How you have been in here almost everyday for a week is beyond me.

Red: Sorry, Doc. Just comes with the territory. OW!

Dr. Carson: Sorry...just so it doesn’t get infected. (Places a bandage on Red’s face) And good as...well...

Red: It’s alright. My face is gonna be purple for a while.

-As Red stands up, Dwight walks in.-

Dwight: Doctor, I....oh.

Red: Don’t worry, Spearhead. I was just leaving.

Dwight: (grits his teeth) What’d I say about calling me that?

Dr. Carson: Easy, D. C’mon.

-Red slyly grins and walks out of the room. He walks upstairs to Negan’s room. He opens the door and walks to the man sitting at his couch.-

Negan: Well that was an impressive cage-match. Did you always know how to fight like that?

Red: Kind of. My uncle ran a boxing club years ago...plus got into a lot of trouble in high-school because these guys kept fucking with me and my family.

Negan: I understand. (Grins and stands up) So...are you feeling sore? After the week I’ve put you through?

Red: I feel...rejuvenated. And loose...like I feel like a new person.

Negan: A new person eh? Heh heh...well...there’s one little thing I have to ask you as a “new person”...and I don’t want an answer right away...just something for you to roll around in your head...

Red: Y-yes sir. Ask me anything.

Negan: (his face turns into a cold stare) Who are you?

Red: I’m R-

Negan: NOT...right now...like I said...think it over a little bit.

Red: A-Alright.

Negan: Now! Let’s go...you and I are goin’ on a little field trip. You ready to learn more about us?

Red: Yes sir. I am.

Negan: Good. Meet me down at the docks in 15 minutes.

Red: Yes sir.

-Red stands and exits the room. He walks downstairs toward the docks area. He waits by a black truck for a few minutes before Negan comes along, talking to a man no older than him. They walk to Red.-

Negan: Lets get movin’...oh! (Looks to the man) Simon, this is Red. (Looks to Red) Red, this is Simon.

-The two shake hands.-

Negan: Simon’s my right-hand man. If you need anything and I’m nowhere, he’s your guy.

Red: Hello sir.

Simon: Oh Negan’s been talking up a storm about you. (Looks at the bandage on Red’s face) Says you have a knack for bare knuckle boxing.

Red: Well I don’t like to brag...(grins)

Negan: Hahaha...oh I think Mr. Red is gonna fit in just fine. Well now...(Looks to Red again) You and I are gonna follow Simon here to one of the newer outposts and do some inspections. Get it nice and ready to be occupied. Think you can handle it?

Red: You got it.

Negan: Heh...good. (Opens the truck door) Climb in.

-Red gets inside the truck and Negan starts the engine. Simon gets in his truck and they drive off toward the outpost. Red looks out of the window, scanning the area, Negan smiles having seen him. After a while, they arrive at a crude bunker-like building. Simon exits the truck. Negan and Red follow suit.-

Simon: We have some guys coming tomorrow with supplies. Today I was just going to clean up around here...(Looks to Red) You think you can handle helping me out?

Red: Mr. Simon, cleaning Walkers is second-nature to me.

Simon: We’re not just lookin’ for Walkers...we’re checking for EVERYTHING...Walkers, animals...squatters...anything.

Red: I understand.

-Simon walks ahead and opens the main door, Negan and Red close behind him. Simon takes a flashlight and goes left and Negan follows. Red hears a crash.-

Red: I’m going right...

Negan: No! Stick together...it’ll be-...

-Negan turns around and sees Red has gone on his own.-

Negan: Fuck.

-He turns around and pursues Red. Meanwhile, Red makes his way down the dark hallways, slowly walking forward.-

Red: (Damn...should’ve brought a light...)

-He extends a hand until he feels the wall and filled it until he feels a door and turns the handle. He walks into the dark room and feels for a switch for the light. He flips it and is tackled to the ground by an unknown man who pins him down.-

Man: Who the hell are you?!

Red: I could...(strains)...ASK...you the same!

Man: How’d you find this place?! How many of you are there?!

Red: This is a bunker...I was just inspecting it to be functional again. I’m alone.

-As he finishes, Negan calls down the hallway.-

Negan: (Distantly) Red! Where are you, boy?!

Man: (glares down at Red) Liar! Now I gotta kill all of you.

Red: Well so much for the element of surprise...

-Red suddenly jerks his body side to side to make the man lose his balance. As he does, Red kicks him off and punches the man in his face a few times. The man rushes Red once more, knocking him into a metal wall. In the hallway, Negan hears the echo and calls to Simon.-

Negan: Simon! Red’s in trouble! This way!

-Negan sprints down the hall toward the sound and Simon follows.-

Negan: (Dammit kid...I’m comin’!)

[End]

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lemon-drop-writings · 7 years

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Roller Rink Romance [Reddie (Richie/Eddie)]

Summary: The Losers Club goes to a roller rink for the day. Richie and Eddie have each been dealing with a mixture of confusing feelings towards each other for some time now. Stan and Bill take it upon themselves to help the two realize how they feel.

Word Count: 3137

A/N This is my first time actually completely finishing a fanfiction, let alone posting it, so I really hope whoever’s reading likes what they read!

Song List: *Bold are mentioned in the fic

Mr. Brightside - The Killers Origin of Love - MIKA All Star - Smash Mouth Irresistible - Fall Out Boy C’mon - Ke$ha True - Spandau Ballet

Richie stepped into the roller rink, the lights and sounds engulfing his senses as the group wandered over to the rental booth. They each carried a small red ticket in their hands, giving them each a pair of skates for the day. Bill led the seven of them, as it was his idea to come to the roller rink. They went up one by one to the old man behind the counter. They each removed their shoes, handing them to the man and reciting their shoe size as he exchanged the sneakers for skates.

“Size 10, please” Richie mumbled, placing his beaten-up Converse on the counter.

He was handed a large, clunky pair of beige skates with bright orange wheels, and he shuffled over to one of the benches where his friends were pulling on their own pairs. Beverly sat between Ben and Bill, lacing up her skates and flicking the loose curls from her face. They both watched from either side of her, admiring how her fingers moved as she pulled the strings. Stan sat on the opposite side of Bill, pulling his skates on and tying them, humming slightly and letting a small smile slip onto his lips as he watched Bill tug his socks up a little before putting his own orange-wheeled monstrosities on. Mike, being the first to get his skates, was already on the scuffed hard wood floor of the rink, following the railing around the perimeter to start off.

Eddie was reluctant to so much as touch the skates let alone put them on his feet, even with his socks as a barrier. He had no clue how many people had worn them before him. He shuddered at the mere thought. He felt something jab his ribs, causing him to grimace in pain.

“Richie, what the fuck?” He rubbed his side as he glared daggers at the taller, lanky teen who simply smirked in response.

“C’mon Eds, get laced up, we’re gonna get left in the dust,” replied Richie, wrinkles forming in the corners of his eyes as he grinned down at Eddie.

“I…I don’t know about this Richie; these skates are disgusting. And don’t call me Eds, dipshit,” he grumbled. His hair got ruffled by a pale hand, fluffing it out of his usual neat style. He swatted at Richie’s hand, making the other laugh.

Richie snickered, standing from the bench, “Hurry up and put them on Eddie. Don’t make me do it for you, Spaghetti boy!”

“Fine! I’m not a child, and you’re not my mother. And stop it with those ridiculous nicknames, Richie.”

“You know you love them,” He chuckled as the shorter boy fixed his hair and tied up the skates, pulling hand sanitizer from his outdated fanny pack and squirting it into his hands. Richie rolled his eyes and watched him struggle to stand up from the bench, “Need a little help?”

“No! ......Yes, get over here fuckwad,” and he gave him a look of irritation and slight helplessness. Richie snorted and stepped closer, putting his hands under Eddie’s arms and helping him stand up.

“Does wittle Eds need to hold Wichie’s hand while he skates out onto the wink?” He teased, using a soft voice. This only ended with Richie getting punched in the shoulder while Eddie reached for the railing. He chuckled and followed the smaller boy out into the rink.

Eddie took in the bright lights that pulsed and lit up the hard wood floor with different colours, the area somehow remaining relatively dim. The music reverberated through the whole space, the song finally being recognized within his mind. Before he could say anything, Richie snorted again.

“Wow, I can’t believe they’re actually playing this. I haven’t heard it in ages.”

“Really? If I remember correctly, you were playing it at lunch just last week, Richard,” Eddie smirked, causing Richie to cringe.

“Eds, why must you do this- “

“I distinctly remember you singing every single word to what is most commonly known as ‘Mr. Brightside’ by The Killers. Am I wrong?”

Richie mumbled in response, prompting Eddie to nudge him as he shuffled along against the railing, Richie gliding next to him with his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans.

“Oh, c’mon Richie, I’m only teasing,” he chuckled softly as Richie puffed out his cheeks and rolled his eyes, a smile slowly spreading across his freckle speckled cheeks. ______________________________________________________________

Eddie sat with Stan, sipping a can of Coke through a straw. They shared a small tray of fries as they took a break and watched the others.

“I see the way he looks at you.”

“What?” Eddie turned to Stan, his eyebrows furrowed and a blush staring to form across his cheeks.

“Richie. He obviously likes you. You can tell from the way he looks at you. His pupils dilate, he smiles more, his cheeks flush a bit, and aside from that, you’re the only one he gives nicknames. He only teases you, in all honesty,” Stan shrugged and took a swig of his Sprite, letting his words set in.

Eddie thought for a moment, his head swimming. He blinked a little bit and started to chew his lower lip. He thought of all the times the dark-haired boy had called him playful names and put his arm around him or joked around. He swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat, “What the fuck…”

“Just pointing it out. Sorry if I caught you off guard,” Stan took a few fries and placed them in his mouth, chewing and waiting for Eddie to respond.

Eddie was mentally going over all the times he could remember in which Richie had, now that he thought about it, been flirting with him. He wondered how he could have missed all the moments. Had the others noticed? Did he feel the same? It wasn’t like he hadn��t thought about the possibility before. There were small thoughts, but they were still there. They had been there since he was about 14 now that he took a moment to think about it. He’d never really gone further than a brief thought to begin with. Eddie Kaspbrak also recognized a surge of feelings coming to the surface, ones that had been repressed out of fear, shame, embarrassment, and a conglomerate of many other things.

He had questioned his sexuality before. There was no doubt of that. He never really found interest in girls. But did that mean he found an interest in Richie Tozier? He glanced over to the rink where said 17-year-old was skating. He immediately regretted doing so when he saw Richie squatting down and dabbing, all while screaming the lyrics to “All Star” as it blared over the speakers, most likely requested by the trashmouth himself. He promptly tripped over his own skates and landed on his face. Eddie raised an eyebrow, honestly not surprised with the result. He sighed as he concluded that, despite all the stupid things he did, he somehow liked Richie. Maybe more than “like”, but he wasn’t sure at this point. He took a breath and looked at Stan.

“I think I feel the same. I’m not sure but…I think I do? I don’t know, this whole thing confuses me completely. What do you think?” He turned to look at the boy next to him, a confused look spread across his soft, doll-like features.

Stan took a sip of his drink again, shrugging, “I mean, I’m bi. So, I could probably help through this whole thing.”

“Really? I would have never guessed…” Eddie raised his eyebrows and nodded softly, taking in this information. “So…I think I like Richie. Should I talk to him about it?”

“Well, sure. If you feel like you’re ready to confront him about it. If you don’t feel ready, I’m sure I could talk to him for you. He probably needs a break, he’s been skating for about an hour and a half with hardly any stopping… except for that face plant. So, why don’t you go skate, and I’ll talk to Trashmouth, okay?”

Eddie chewed his lip nervously, glancing over at the boy in the thick glasses. He felt his heart race as it sometimes did, only this time, he knew why. He looked back at Stan and nodded. ______________________________________________________________

Richie rolled over to the benches, collapsing onto it and sighing. He chuckled and rolled onto his back, smiling up at Bev as she looked down at him, “What a view ladies and gents!”

“Shut it, Tozier,” she giggled. Bev took a seat next to his lengthy and thin torso on the plush bench, patting his stomach teasingly.

He stuck out his tongue and sat up. He ran a hand through his dark curls, letting them slip through his fingers and fall back to his shoulders. He watched as Bill shuffled over towards where Stan and Eddie sat at the Snack Bar, feeling a wave of hunger hit him.

“Hey Bill, wait up!” He got to his feet and stomped over, having to lift his feet on the carpeted area so he wouldn’t fall again. He finally caught up and walked side by side with his friend.

“Hey Richie. N-Nice moves out there,” He laughed softly and grinned at Richie, his smile genuine and kind. Richie always appreciated that about Bill; he himself was genuine and kind.

“Thanks, Bill. What’ve they got over here? I’m starved,” He trudged over and looked over the menu hanging up on the back wall. He scanned it until he saw something appetizing, “One pretzel with cheese, please. And a Coke if you have any.”

After paying for the snack, he carefully moved to the booth where Stan was seated, Eddie having gone missing in the minute or so Richie wasn’t looking.

“Where’s Kaspbrak?” Richie inquired as he sat down across from the light-haired teen eating his fries.

“Bathroom, you just missed him,” Replied Stan, taking a swig of the drink in front of him.

“Oh, off to tickle his pickle to the thought of me, huh?” Richie teased, getting an eye roll from Stan and a look from Bill.

“Yeah, because he’s so into you,” Stan sarcastically retorted, earning a small snort from the teen next to him currently attempting to open a bag of M&M’s. He grinned to himself and continued to eat the fries he had been sharing with Eddie.

Richie simply smirked and took a large bite of his pretzel, pieces of salt left on his lips as he chewed the warm dough. He had no sooner taken a bite when he started talking again, “I think we all know Eddie has a crush on me. Have you seen the way he looks at me? It wouldn’t surprise me if I was the most prominent member of his personal spank bank- “

“Beep beep Richie,” Bill cut him off. He knew how carried away Richie could get, and he didn’t want anyone getting embarrassed or uncomfortable; this was supposed to be a fun day together.

“Sorry Bill,” He took a sip of his Coke to shut his mouth.

“Speaking of which,” Stan started, “Richie, do you…are you attracted to men?”

Richie paused for a minute, thinking. He had pondered this before, and he concluded that he liked both men and women. He opened his mouth to respond, stopping short as he watched Eddie come out of the bathroom and skate out onto the rink. The signature red shorts of the shorter boy fit his feminine figure well, reaching just above mid-thigh. Richie was broken away from his distraction by Stan clearing his throat, “Wh-what was the question?”

“Do you like boys, Richie?” He raised an eyebrow, awaiting a response.

Richie faltered for a moment before putting his head on the table, “Yes. I like girls and boys, mainly equally.”

“Is there anyone you particularly like at the moment?”

“……maybe.”

“Are you going to tell us?” Stan persisted, hoping they’d get an answer out of the lanky teen across the table from him.

Richie lifted his head and repositioned it so he was looking through his dark curls. He examined the faces of his friends through his thick glasses, taking a moment before murmuring, “Eddie…okay? It’s Eddie. But you can’t tell anybody! I don’t want him finding out and getting all weird around me…”

Stan and Bill were quiet for a moment before looking at each other and grinning.

“I knew it,” retorted Stan, holding in a small bout of laughter.

Richie sat up and glared daggers across the table, “What the fuck do you mean?!”

“The nicknames, the teasing, the constant contact, the way you look at him, not to mention the fact that you’ve carried around an extra inhaler for him since you were 13, even though we all know he doesn’t actually have asthma. Need I go on?” Stan smirked once again, causing Richie to chuck a french fry at his forehead.

The more Richie though, the more he realized everything Stan said was right. All the times he called Eddie little nicknames or put his arm around his shoulder; the times he would comfort him when he was upset, or when they would have a sleepover and spend all night watching stupid movies or reading comics. He always felt a slight increase in his heart rate, but he’d never associate it with being around Eddie. He took a shaky breath and shoved another piece of the pretzel into his mouth, coming to terms with this.

“A-Are you okay with th-this, Richie?” Bill looked at him with concern and worry, hoping his friend was taking this situation well.

“…Stan, did Eddie say something to you? Is that why you’re bringing this up?”

Stan stayed silent for a second, debating whether or not to give away the reasoning to his inquisition. He gave in, “Eddie was talking with me earlier. He’s been struggling with his sexuality and… I guess I may as well just tell you, he likes you back. Whatever you want to do with this information, go ahead. Just don’t hurt his feelings, because this whole group will fuck you up Rich, and you know it.”

Richie took a breath, looking over to where Eddie was skating with Bev, hand in hand, both singing along to the song playing over the speakers. He grinned as he watched the small boy wobble and giggle, a large smile spreading across his face while Ke$ha belted out lyrics that filled the building with sound.

Bill and Stan followed his gaze, looking behind them before examining his face again. Bill recognized the look in his eyes, letting a smile ghost itself onto his lips, “He wouldn’t mess with th-this, Stan. Not about Eddie.” ______________________________________________________________

Richie got up from the table, shuffling over to the railing and pulling himself forward onto the hard wood flooring of the rink. He worked his way around the perimeter until he got to where Eddie and Bev were resting against the cool metal of the railing.

“Hey Eds, could I talk to you really quick? Alone? Sorry Bev,” Richie fiddled with his fingers, subconsciously chewing his chapped lower lip.

“Don’t worry about it, Tozier. I’m gonna go see what the others are up to,” Beverly smiled and subtly winked at Richie as she rolled off.

Eddie looked up at Richie with wide, chocolate coloured eyes, wondering why he wanted to see him in private. His heart started to race as he thought of why Richie might have come over, especially after having seen Stan talking to the taller teen, “What’s going on, Richie?”

Richie swallowed the lump forming in his throat, opening his mouth to speak when he was suddenly cut off by the announcer coming over the loud speakers.

“Alright everyone, find that special someone and head onto the floor for our couple skate!”

Richie paused and stared at Eddie for a second before offering his hand to the smaller male, “Wanna skate with me?”

Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat. He had to take a second to compose himself. Richie just asked him to couple skate with him. Richie. Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier. Richie, the self-proclaimed ladies’ man of the group, had asked him to be his partner in a couple skate. In public. Where people would see them. Eddie felt like passing out on the hard wood floor immediately.

“Eds? A-Are you okay?” Richie cocked his head, wondering if Eddie had heard his question.

Eddie said nothing, instead grabbing the taller boy’s large hand, interlacing their fingers and grinning up at him softly, “Let’s go, four eyes.”

Richie let a relieved sigh escape his lips, squeezing Eddie’s hand and humming softly, “About time, Spaghetti boy.” He chuckled and pulled him off as a familiar melody played over the speakers.

This is the sound of my soul This is the sound Ha ha ha haah ha ha I know this much is true Ha ha ha haah ha ha I know this much is true ______________________________________________________________

Bill and Stan smiled from their seats at the booth, watching the two finally end up together out on the rink. Stan hummed contentedly, grabbing a fry from the tray and placing it in his mouth.

“So what a-about you, Stan?” Bill looked over expectantly. He hoped the other boy would catch on to what he was asking.

“P-Pardon?” Stan nervously took a sip of his soda, feeling his heart speed up a little bit as he thought of what this question could mean.

“Do y-y-you have anyone in m-m-mm-mi-mind? That you w-w-want to be w-with?” There was a slight sparkle in his eyes as he looked at the bird lover.

Stan moved a bundle of curls from their spot covering his face. He sucked in his bottom lip, holding it in place with his teeth. He looked over at the stuttering teen he had known for years, letting a smile work its way across his lips. He moved his hand from its place of rest on his thigh, placing it on Bill’s hand that rested on the bench of the booth they sat at. He let out a soft hum as he watched the other teen’s eyes widen in response, looking from their hands to his face.

“S-Stan-?”

“Bill, just shut up for a second,” He chuckled and nudged Bill, wanting him to stand up, “Let’s go skate, this place closes in like an hour.”

“…Alright,” Bill smiled and lead Stan out into the rink, going around with the rest of the crowd to the loud and vibrantly tuned music. ______________________________________________________________

Bev smiled from across the rink, “Jesus, took them all long enough.” She snickered to herself and glided across the polished floor to head out for a quick smoke, proud of her friends for finally “growing some damn balls” as Richie would so delicately put it.

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