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imincontrolofwestview · 2 years

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Hating Game mob!Tom x mob!Reader Part 6

Tom undresses you then himself only leaving his underwear on he kisses from your lips to the inside of your thighs. "Tom don't be a tease" He looks up at you "Patience darling" He leaves a mark on both your thighs then licks right where you need him causing you to moan. He starts eating you out like it was his last meal he is now 3 fingers in you. Your a moaning mess when he moans against you, you moan really loud. "Keep making those beautiful sounds"

"I-I-I'm close" he stops "Hey what the he-" He kisses you and the next thing you know he's bottoming out in you which made you both moan after a few minutes he starts thrusting into you to where now he's pounding into you having you screaming. "He fuck you like this huh who's making you scream he fuck you this good" You shake your head "Words or I'll stop" You gasp "N-N-N-No y-y-your m-m-m-making m-m-me f-f-feel r-really g-g-good o-oh f-fuck!" You were so confused how he could even get a word out without moaning.

"Fuck Y/n I should so fuck a baby in you" Your shocked but manage to talk "Do it" Tom looks at you "You sure because there's no turning back after this we're be parents" Your eyes roll to the back of your head "Y-Yes p-please d-daddy" He grunts "I can't wait to see how hot you look with that baby bump" You both moan and cum. He lays on you. "You need to go pee" You groan "I don't think I can walk" He smirks. You roll your eyes "Since you gave me jelly legs you gotta carry me" Tom smiles "I'll always carry you" He picks you up and takes you to the bathroom you both clean up and go pee then go back to the bed.

"I love you fiance" Tom has a goofy smile and You smile "I love you too fiance"

Its the next morning you wake up to your back against Tom everything from the night before comes back from Lucas really being Stanley to Killing your father you start to cry quietly trying not to wake him up but the second he hears you sniffle he wakes up and looks at you. "Hey, Hey what's a matter did I do something-" You shake your head "No you didn't do anything it just sunk I not only fucked a really shitty abusive ex thinking it was someone else because he tricked me once again to killing my father after thinking he was dead when he was really just faking it, it just really overwhelming"

Tom nods "I know I'm sorry" You smile "Its not your fault" He kisses you. "You are going to meet my brothers tonight" You nod "Ya your gonna meet mine too" Tom looks at you confused "You have brothers" You nod "Ya my um mom had them a few years before she passed away I've kept them off the grid since dad tricked me into thinking he was dead so they don't know anything about this lifestyle they probably don't even know what a mob is I mean granted they are 16 but still by the time I was there age I had killed more people then I could count" You raise an eyebrow "So that means that you are not to show them how to fucking kill someone" Tom chuckles "I'll try not to but they've had the talk right because my brothers are not PG" You roll your eyes "Yes they have you should have seen Taylor explaining that to them it was funny"

You guys get dressed and are waiting at the airport for your brothers to come you already met Sam, Harry and Paddy. Taylor walks in with both boys. "Who's she marrying" Taylor points to Tom "Tom Holland" Kyle stops walking "Your fucking kidding right the same asshole she told us to stay away from-" You interrupt Kyle "Kyle watch your mouth" Nate frowns "What happened to hating the Hollands" Taylor smirks "She boned him" You shake your head "You two are going to be respectful and nice do you understand me" They both look down "Yes" You nod "Good now give me a hug" They hug you. "Boys this is Tom, Harrison, Harry, Sam and Paddy"

All the boys shake hands. Kyle finally speaks up "I don't approve of you seducing our sister into boning her" You snap "You say bone on more time I'll break your bone" Tom smiles at you "Its ok I get it" Tom whispers "Your sister wasn't complaining trust me" You jaw drops "Thomas Stanley Holland they are 16 years old!" Taylor rolls his eyes "Oh like you didn't have a dirty mouth at 16" You sigh "Come on lets go" You guys are on Tom's private jet when you notice Nate getting really nervous. "You alright buddy" Nate looks at you "Y-Y-Y-Ya" You signal for him to come sit by you.

He walks over to where you and Tom are sitting and you tell him to sit in front of you and you hold his hand. "You'll be ok" Kyle rolls his eyes and mumbles "Baby" You raise an eyebrow "Shut up or I'll kick your ass" Kyle looks at you "I'd like to see you try" Taylor shakes his head "All three of you shut up" Kyle looks at Tom and then you "So basically you two fucked and became a thing" You shake your head "No that's not what happened, what happened was is um" You sigh "I need to have a serious talk with you both" Nate frowns "We already got the awkward talk" You chuckle and shake your head "No that talk, Kyle come sit by your brother" Kyle sits down to where he's infront of Tom.

"Either of you know what a mob is" They both shake their head "No" You look at them "Basically it is different families that make dangerous sometimes illegal deals that can involve murder, sex, money, marriage whatever you can think of we are the Y/L/N mob Tom is in charge of the Holland mob they is a lot of blood, killing and its very dangerous I took over ours at the age of 16 so I've been in it for 11 or so years that's why I don't really see you that much because if people don't know I have family or friends then they don't have any leverage or can't hurt you guys, I didn't want to force you both into it you don't have to be a part of it and if you want to me, Tom, Taylor and Harrison can start training you two but again you don't have to be in it I won't force it, Tom came to me with a deal on how to kill another mob that I thought was killed dad and stole from us and a bunch of other stuff so for 5 months I stayed with Tom about a 2-3 days before we were going to catch them we.... hooked up then a few days later I was going to go undercover as a.... whore pretty much and I went in and well "distracted" Lucas who was in the Gilbert mob well when Tom, Harrison, Taylor and our men came in Lucas started talking I figured out it was my ex husband Stanley it wasn't Lucas then I found out dad was still alive."

"He faked his death and sided with the enemy, he threanted to kill Tom if I didn't kill Tom so..... I killed him and Harrison killed Stanley" You can tell that Nate's trying not to cry about your dad faking his death while Kyle is fuming. "That asshole faked his death and left us, he left you with us what a fucking low life I mean a 15 year old with two 5 year olds hope he rots in fucking hell" A tear runs down Nate's cheek "H-He was still alive and d-didn't come back for us" Nate looks up at you and you are fighting back tears while you nod. Nate stands up and hugs you while crying. "I know I cried too."

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insideofwestview · 2 years

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Hating Game mob!Tom x mob!Reader

Part 6

"I love you fiance" Tom has a goofy smile and You smile "I love you too fiance"

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babytortie · 3 years

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peaches

peaches ❘ richie tozier x reader.

summary: in which richie can't remember his one night stand from a party last night and he tries to find her at school. his only memory of the reader is the smell of peach perfume.

warnings: some fluff and smut. <3

contains: flashback scenes that are bold and italicized. hair tugging, loooots of teasing and begging, rough-ish and unprotected sex.

* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are seniors and 18 in this one-shot.

~ 2.8k words.

it was after a class in the middle of the day right before lunch when richie gave up searching and walked right up towards the marsh girl. "hey beverly, you're a girl.”

the other members of the losers club already made their way towards the cafeteria, this leaving beverly standing alone at the lockers. currently, she was putting away the book from her last class when richie ambushed her and this caused her to turn around and face the cause of disruption.

beverly answered full of sarcasm and with a raised eyebrow, confused by the random comment. “that i am, nice observation trashmouth.” the red head paused what she was doing to adjust the belt around her waist.

richie rolled his eyes and snickered. “i know and it’s like not like have could of missed it too, with your hair grown out again and all.”

with the book on the shelf of her locker, she grabbed the jacket that she wore earlier since the group tended to have their lunch break outside. the red head slammed the door closed after this and richie jumped at the sudden action. beverly bit back a giggle and fiddled around with the combination again so it was at random. “alright tozier what’s up with you? what do you want?”

richie leaned back onto the lockers once he realized they weren’t going to move for a moment. afterwards, crossing one combat boot foot over the other to stand in an unbothered stance with a smirk playing on his lips to cover up the hesitation. “what makes you think i want something?” tozier questioned.

beverly pursed her lips while looking at richie and grabbed his arm. she led him towards the side door so they could go outside. the red head crouched down and sat on the steps, he followed after she handed him a cigarette.

after lighting it and breathing out a puff of smoke beverly sighed. “ok richie, just tell me. you were doing that thing you do when your nervous 'cause you put your hand in the jean jacket pocket.” she paused to copy his usual movement to demonstrate. “and you subtly play with the cigarettes box you keep in there. only a smoking addict would know something like that.” beverly laughed.

the other teen raised his hands up into the air and formed a surrendering gesture. “fine, fine you caught me! don’t tell eds please. he’ll yell at me again and as punishment i won’t see his mother for days.”

the redhead girl slapped his shoulder and chuckled. “you and sonia, geez. one day eddie is going to burst and you’ll never want to mess with him again.”

“until then, kaspbrak’s mine to tease.” richie smirked, leaning over into the elbows on knees position. he had a few more puffs left until the stick was done and the two sat in silence to finish up their smoke break.

almost two minutes later, marsh got up and threw the stub into the grass. richie threw his and the heel of his boot crushed it. while brushing off his jeans, she spoke up. “well, tell me what was wrong earlier so we can go eat with the others. ben will come looking soon.”

richie let out a small, nervous laugh while thinking of the right thing to say. “this is awkward as hell but do you know anyone ‘round here that wears peach perfume?”

this shocked beverly marsh. the trashmouth of the group was never interested in learning about somebody. always in his own world and full of secrets when it came to girls. it was a very strange turn of events for somebody like him. “why do you want to know that?”

“tell me what you want peaches.” tozier uttered in between a sloppy kiss. the two of you were out of breath from constantly making out, lips brushing against each other. it was messy with his tongue and yours taking turns, fighting for control.

your lips were puffy and red when you broke apart. hand still on the side of his face, finger rubbing alongside his jaw bone. sometime earlier he moved your shirt so it was rucked up past your chest, lilac bra showing and all. he kissed the middle, right in the cleavage spot and you giggled. “stop it!”

“all you have to do is let me know what you want toots.” he smirked and looked at you. his brown eyes reflecting back into yours, an unusual shade that he was memorized by.

what he didn’t know was that y/n y/l/n knew richie tozier. well, you knew of him. never being able to get close enough to say something to him before. he was either always around his friends or you were just too nervous to go up to him before. it was by chance that you and him were in this position right now.

you were sort of like stanley uris. the two of you were partners in science and it wasn’t hard to take note on how much of a perfectionist that he was. the materials were aligned together, straight, and spaced out the same amount in difference. uris always wiped down the table you shared with him and smoothed out any globs or specks that was left behind.

though it wasn’t the fact you wanted everything perfect, it was that you didn’t like change. always the shy, naïve girl not wanting to commit with anything serious. sure, you had some hookups and a boyfriend but it’s been almost a year since.

acting out was never in the cards but here you were at a party about to have sex with richie, richie tozier. your cheeks reddened at the thought and you tried to hide it by leaning into his kiss again. he took the opportunity of you being distracted to sneak his hand down and play with the hem of your lace panties.

“there, more please.” you practically begged into his mouth when his hand reached down further, fingers brushing against the bundle of nerves. you pulled him in closer by tugging on his unruly curly hair at the nape of his neck.

richie broke the kiss again, replying to your statement with a “tsk, tsk.” in return of your partial response, the palm of his hand cupped almost too perfectly around your breast. while slightly squeezing he smirked when you let out a gasp.

it was almost too much to handle so you swatted away his hand and he chuckled. “then tell me something peaches. do you want me to take these off?” he asked you and once again moved his pointer finger along the whole front hem of your panties. wetness pooled down between your thighs and you let out a half-groan and half-moan in response.

you bit your lip to contain the moans and richie moved his hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face. you looked up at him and playfully glared. “yes, please just take them off already and fuck me.”

he cackled at beverly’s sudden glare. ”yeah, so help me out here would you?” richie pleaded and for good measure he leaned over to ruffle her hair, making it all frizzy.

“wait you don’t know her name but you know what she smells like?” beverly asked but she saw him grinning and was immediately disgusted. “oh, that’s why you disappeared at the party. gross!”

“only if you admit i’m your best friend in the whole wide world and that hershey’s is better than reese’s pieces.” she smirked in retaliation, running her hands through the red strands to smooth them back out.

“sorry, unless your name is eddie kaspbrak, i can't tell you that and no they aren't!” tozier teased and stuck his tongue out as they walked back towards the school door.

tozier looked down then back up quickly. “listen, i don’t want to tell the others yet in case it doesn’t work out. uh, but i think there may have been a connection with this girl from the party last night?” he said, more questionably then for certain.

the red head teen opened up the door and they walked back in, passing the locker’s again as she chuckled. “okay richie i tried. anyway, i think the girl you’re looking for is y/n y/l/n. she moved here a few months ago. she’s in english with bill and stan is her partner in science. then again maybe y/n’s not interested being as she ran out after waking up and seeing the trashmouth next to her.”

richie bent down to the marsh girl’s level and placed a kiss on her cheek. she gagged and used the bottom of her jacket to wipe her face. “ew, it’s all slobbery!” while beverly was busy wiping off her face, he winked. taking this as an opportunity to run ahead while snickering, “you love me!”

his face came back up, licking his lips with an almost feral grin. “taste like peaches too.” you shook your head and laughed softly. richie grabbed your hands and put them above your head, interlocking one with his own. the other he used to keep his body upright. you moved your head from the pillow to kiss him when he aligned himself up and pushed inside, catching your loud gasp with his lips.

he stayed there for a moment and let you adjust. all you could hear was the faint thumping of the music coming from the speakers downstairs. you kissed him with everything you had, teeth clashing together and fighting for dominance.

you felt so needy from your lips locking with his and not wanting to let go, ever. you moved your hand that wasn’t holding his, to the side of his face, finger rubbing along the jaw bone. “you can move.”

”sorry, what was that?” he looked at you and played dumb. wanting you to beg him for more. richie knew you were sensitive and pressed his hips down on top of yours and successfully put down just enough pressure.

”move now before i change my mind.” you smirked and then your lips formed into the shape of an ‘o’. tozier pulled out and slammed his hips roughly back into yours. “shit!” you moved your hips up to meet his rough thrusts quickly when he moved faster.

richie let go of you to wedge his hand between your legs, spreading your thighs wider and you felt a whole new sensation. it was as if he went in deeper, hitting you in all the right motions. ”i think i found it peaches.” he half-smirked and half-smiled when he heard you practically purring, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

“fuck you.” you whimpered, tugging onto tozier’s hair and he let out a loud groan. you tried to meet his thrusts, feeling euphoria. he wrapped his right hand around your throat not to tight but just enough to leave your airway open. his other hand pushed you back into the bed.

that only resulted in another moan because he pressed against your stomach, right where you could feel him pushing into you. ”that’s what you're doing toots.” he smirked. moving his hand back down, richie used the back of his thumb and put it over your clit, rubbing you quickly into another orgasm.

roughly three hours later, richie was walking quickly through the halls before y/n left for the day. he didn’t want to find you at lunch while his friends were around and he shared zero classes with her so the end of the day was his only option.

y/n was standing by the door from her last class and talking with her friend about an upcoming project they were just paired into doing together. “i think we should go with the easy topic, that way we’d be done quicker?” you shrugged.

“well, the teacher did say if we pick the second column of ideas, we’d get more credit. though we already have decent grades, right? so yeah it’s fine with me.” her friend nodded in agreement.

while the two girls chatted for a moment more before departing a curly haired richie tozier snuck up on them. right when he stood behind you, richie could instantly smell the perfume. “peaches?”

before your backpack strap could slide down, you adjusted it and turned around, eyes widening. he was also taken aback but by how beautiful you were, something the alcohol didn’t let him realize the night before. “i’ll catch up with you later about this weekend.” you spoke then walked away quickly without waiting for a response. you felt so on edge, swearing that your heart just skipped a beat. it was like you could jump out from your own chest right now.

you remembered last night so vividly that when you woke up, you realized something. not wanting to have your feelings crushed, you gathered up your clothes and quickly dressed into them. your outing was a bit too fast since you still couldn’t find your pair of panties but ditching them was the only thing you could think of doing before he got up.

the two of you found a spot and stood in one of the corners in the hall, him backing you up against the wall like prey. not knowing what to say kept you quiet until he finally spoke up. “so, i think you missed these before you left earlier?” he smirked, grabbing the pair of lilac panties to your matching bra from his front pocket and held them up by his pointer finger.

quickly looking behind him to see nobody paying attention, you snatched them from his hand with a glare. “not funny, tozier.” you grabbed the backpack from your shoulder and unzipped it, stuffing them down into the bottom.

“oh, so since you know who i am, can i have your name now?” he pouted, big doe eyes looking at you. he bounced a bit on his combat boots, anticipating a response. though richie didn’t express it, he was a bit nervous you would reject him.

“you see usually people learn the other’s name before going down on them, but from what i remember you were too busy taking off my clothes to care.” you retorted, eyebrow raised and hand on your hip to get the point across.

he scoffed in disbelief, tapping his finger on his chin for a moment and smiled. “oh, sweet cheeks. you came onto me, all over trashmouth.” he put his arms out, gesturing to his body.

you rolled your eyes. “look, ‘trashmouth’.” you put your sleeve up to your lips, stifling a laugh at the name then continued. “i was a bit tipsy and not myself. plus, i didn’t want to have that awkward morning conversation, ya know?”

tozier knotted his eyebrows together, confused as to why it would be an unwanted chat. “uh, what? not following.” you looked at him and his brown eyes were almost sparkling in curiosity.

not knowing what to say you shrugged and looked down, playing with the weaved grey and black bracelet that was on your wrist. “well, i don’t mean to judge but you’re a player. i see you flirt with all the girls here and figured this was a one-time thing?”

now it was richie’s turn to look down, feeling a bit ashamed. he saw you fidgeting and grasped your hand, lacing his fingers through yours to hold. figuring it would calm you down but instead your breath hitched and you swallowed before thinking of what to say again.

the curly haired brunette saved you from that and spoke up first. “there’s no need to have that talk if you don’t want to. i was thinking we could see a movie sometime soon instead peaches?”

“is the trashmouth asking me out?” you asked, a bit shocked. you tried to play cool by mocking him from his previous statement.

he squeezed your hand slightly and tapped his foot twice from the anxious adhd he had inherited. “i guess i am that is if you want to?”

you were about to respond but realized he didn’t even know your name yet. did he know that? “well, actually before i say anything, my name is y/n y/l/n.”

“i already knew since i found out from one of my friends earlier, beverly marsh. i think you know her? anyway, she told me.” he said simply as if it were no big deal. though earlier he claimed the lack of not knowing your name. he greeted you with the name peaches and the both of you knew this.

you gasped and let go of his hand to slap his arm instead. “but you said you didn’t know my name! you’re full of surprises, aren’t you tozier?”

richie grinned. “oops and why is everyone hitting me today?” asking himself more then you. “so, what do you say peaches. me and you on friday?”

you paused to pretend you were thinking of an answer, though you already knew a yes would come out from your mouth. “i guess i can fit you into my schedule.”

a joke was already forming to show you the fact of why richie had his famous name and he smirked. “maybe fit me into other places too?”

you rolled your eyes, taking his hand in yours once again, and pulled him in the direction of your locker. “don’t push it tozier.”

he leaned down to peck your cheek and uttered so quietly you almost didn’t hear. “that’s what she said.”

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tommydarlings · 3 years

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All the good girls go to Hell | pt.2 - How bad can a good girl get?

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: smut ( male receiving ), blowjob, swear words, use of violent words and actions! quick mention of dugs, at the end a lil bit of fluff

w/c: 1.9k

Requests: OPEN

Summary: Tom tells y/n his rules. Is she happy with them? No. Does she accept them? Maybe... But Tom has just one Question in his mind, How bad can a good girl get?

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“Every good girl has a bad girl side. It just depends if her partner knows how to awake the beast”

When we arrived at a huge landing site, Tom took my hand in his rough and murderous hand and got out of the jet with me.

How do I know they're murderous hands?

Because everyone who owns a TV and watched the news at least once, knows that you better not fool around with this man. Not only Tom Holland, but his whole family and his partner Harrisson Osterfield could kill you in within a second in the worst way ever.

Let's start with the father and the mother:

The two people who founded everything. The two people who have the actual blood on their hands. Dominic Holland was a man with little words and more bullets in the gun, which was understandable. Nicola Holland was exactly like that. Everyone was afraid of both of them and wouldn't even dare to go near them. At that time, everyone thought that women could never lead such an empire. Therefore, women must not even be involved. But everyone was shown the opposite after Nicola chased a bullet through her own father's skull. Her father didn't want to hand over the drugs and started discussing with her... Which, by the way, you better not do with the Hollands. So she ended up having no patience, she ended her father and the deal with her own hands.

Let's go to the twins, Harry and Sam:

If you provoke even one of them... you will not be killed directly. no. worse. They will torture you until you beg them to kill you... There was a rumor that they gradually cut off a girl's skin piece by piece and gave it to their dog, Tessa, to eat. They also love to hear their victims scream. Not their name or anything, no. They love it when you scream 'stop' or 'I can't anymore'. However, what they abhor is rape. They would break all the bones of a girl and beat her until their fists were full of blood, but they would never rape a girl.

Then there's Paddy:

You can't say much about him... He's 16, so he can't do much more than help with the usual paper work and be there for someone when he's had a bad day. He is a good boy, but unfortunately he ended up in the wrong family.

And then, the last Holland aka. The boss and leader of everything. Thomas Stanley Holland:

Mercy? This man doesn't know this word. Rules? He doesn't know either. Except his own, and if you break those... Then you can say goodbye to your life. Women and even young girls telling all the time how good he is in bed and that you should listen to him because otherwise he punishes you... He's just a man who has limits, and you shouldn't push them. He tortured and killed more people than you could count. And if you don't follow one of his orders, you're one of them. He doesn't care if you're a young little girl who just wants to go to her parents, or a big strong man who can take a lot, he. doesn't. care. He treats you the way he wants, and if you don't want that... Then you better start praying darling.

Back to the present.

Tom went at a fast pace to a long and beautiful sedan. He opened the door and i stepped in with him.

"Do you want a drink now?" he asked me as he poured himself a glass of wine. "No," I answered briefly and quickly with a bitter voice.

"Why don't you drink? Did your daddy forbid you to drink because you once might have drunk too much and did bad things?" said Tom with a stupid grin on his face. "I've never done anything bad," I replied. "Then maybe you should do something bad"

"And what, for an example?"

"Don't know, kill someone, steal something, take drugs or... Break one of my rules "he whispered the last part.

"But you said you would punish me if I broke one of your rules"

"Yeah, exactly, that's why i want you to do it, because then you experience something that only bad girls do... And what I do with bad girls"

I swallowed. On the one hand, I wanted to find out what he was doing with me- no.

What am I talking about? You're a good girl.

Don't kneel in front of this monster and give him what he wants. He gets everything he wants. But not you.

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When we finally arrived we got out of the limousine and entered a huge large and beautifully decorated villa. But what surprised me the most were the family pictures hanging on the wall. If you looked carefully, you could see that every single one in the pictures is always happy.

You couldn't believe that this family killed so many innocent people.

"Darling, are you okay?" Tom asked with a little smile on his face. I just nodded my head a short 'yes' before following him. We went to a huge room, which I think is his office, and he locked the door behind him.

"I need to talk to you" he told me in a deep and rough voice.

He got closer and closer so I had to step back and finally fell on the chair that was behind a big table. He hoverd over me and put both of his hands on the armrest next me so that i was trapped between them.

He looked me deep in the eye and said, "I will tell you my rules now and you better listen carefully."

"Rule number 1: You do what I say and don't talk back."

"Rule Number 2: If I need a little distraction, then you'll give it to me."

"Rule number 3: If you break a rule, you will take every single punishment I give you like a good girl.

"Rule Number 4: If you are staring at one of my colleagues or even giving a compliment, I will do everything I can do to be the only person you think about in that pretty mind of yours."

"You a-are a b-beast" I told him while tears were flowing down my face. He put his hands on my cheeks and whispered, "Correct, and i just needed my Beauty, and now i found her" before giving me a gentle but long kiss on my forehead.

"And last rule, rule number 5: Don't push my limits, I'm a very impatient man and I always get what I want and I don't show any mercy. I don't give a single fuck that your a girl, I'll destroy you if i have to. And with destroy, I don´t mean that i will hit you, no. I don't hit women, and especially not you because you're mine from now on. Remember that. By destroy I mean that I'm going to tie you to the bed and fuck you so hard and long that you're begging me to stop, tears are going to run down your cheeks and your whole body will tremble. And we won't stop until I say so."

I starred with pure shook and glassy eyes at his face,

It slowly started to get dark and the clock on his table showed 10.42 pm. He also noticed that and said,

"Come on, let's go to our bedroom"

„Ours?“

"Do you seriously think we're sleeping separately?" he laughed.

"I-I don't want to sleep in a B-bed with you, please"

"Come on darling"

"No!" I shouted. We both stood now and he started to walk slowly to me.

"What did you just say" He was right in front of me and he pressed me against the wall... again.

I just stuttered because I didn't know what to say. I knew exactly that when I talk back it won't end well, so why did I do it? Where did self-confidence came from?

Tom grabbed my chin with his rough hands and whispered with a rough voice,

"Get on your knees"

I looked up at him with glassy eyes,

"N-no, p-please d-don't do t-this to me"

He just looked me deep into the eyes with a stern look and repeated,

"Get on your fucking knees before I make you darling"

Slowly, with tears in my eyes, I went down on my knees front of him. Right infront of my face was his crotch now.

He started to open his belt slowly and that was the moment I knew that I should have been quiet. He started opening his dresspants and took his cock out.

"Did you ever sucked a cock before?"

I shook my head 'no' and he just hummed a short 'alright' before he made a makeshift ponytail with his hand and pushed my head to his cock but I didn't opened my mouth.

"You better open that pretty mouth of yours, before I go and grab the ring gag, babygirl"

After he said that I looked up at him and slowly opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out.

I started to give his tip a few kitten licks, but that was too less for him, he pushed my head so far ahead that i had his whole length in my mouth and demanded me to suck.

"Fuck kitten, just like that"

I started to suck even harder and he started to moan louder and breath heavily.

"Such a good cockslut for me, fuuuuck!" he shouted with his eyes closed.

I bopped my head faster and i could feel him getting close.

Why don't I feel bad?

Why don't I find it disgusting?

Why do I even like it?!?!

"Fuck i'm gonna come kitten"

I got up again and he put his clothes on while I stood completely frozen infront of him and thought about what I just did.

After i gave his tip on last kitten lick he came in my mouth with a loud 'fuck'

"That was really good for your first time princess"

"Come on, let's go to bed, it's pretty late," he said as he walked toward the door.

"Don't you realize what we just did?" I said after a while.

"Yeah, you just sucked me off and then swallowed my cum like a good girl"

"You practically rapped me!"

"Rule number 1 darling" he said in a singing voice with a slight grin on his stupid but handsome face.

"You're sick" i whisperd in a harsh tone.

He turned and went back to me and put his hands on my shoulders.

"No, I just have my needs. And it looked like you were enjoying it "

"I would never enjoy to suck your cock" i growled.

He just let out a tiny laugh and leaned in so that his mouth almost touched my ear and whispered,

"I don't think you'll say the same thing in 1 month babygirl"

After he said that, he gave me a gentle kiss on my right cheek and scopped me up in his arms. I didn't wanted to break another rule, so i put my arms around his neck and let him carry me to 'our' bedroom.

When he arrived, he threw me on the bed and laid down next to me after he undressed all the way to his boxers. I was still in bed wearing a T-shirt and a leggins, the same thing I've been wearing since he took me with him.

"Do you want to put some clothes of mine?" he asked me with a soft voice.

I nooded a short 'yes' before he got up and came back with an oversized T-shirt.

"Take off the Leggins too, it's hot in here"

I obeyed and took off my leggins and T-shirt and put on his oversized T-shirt.

We both put ourselves back to bed and he pulled on my arm so that i put my head on his chest, then he swung his arm around me so that his fingertips caressed my shoulder.

Why did I like it?!

He's sick, get away from him!

Be a good girl and try to escape!

But fuck,I like it.

"Good night princess" he whispered with a rough and scratchy voice.

"Good night Tom"

And so I fell asleep in his arms.

In the arms of a monster but in the arms of a man with a big and good heart, i just have to find it.

There's something good in him.

And maybe there's something bad in me.

a/n: Hope you like this one! please give me some feedback :) You can comment or dm me when u may have some ideas!!! the crossed out name(s) sadly didn´t work :( Just want to say real quick that this serie won´t be that long and it will be mainly about Tom and y/n ! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <3

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tomdiddlyumptious · 3 years

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YES MA’AM- REQUESTS ARENT OPEN AT THE MOMENT I HAVE SOME TO FINISH AND ILL OPEN THEM BACK UP!

Summary: he makes it up 🥸

Warnings: soft smut? Language, acting drunk to leave, a jealous Tom holland, NOT PROOF READ

A/n: SORRY THIS TOOK ME SOOO LONG, I WAS LIKE MENTALLY PANICING AND WASNT IN THE RIGHT HEAD SPACE

T.H| Oop-

“I mean am I sleeping over though? Because I didn’t get these chocolate cakes for no reason, zendaya” you eye your phone. “Yes we will have a marathon of Harry Potter” you let out a little ‘yes’ “stop cheering y/n, and Toms gonna be there” “as in...” “yes. Tom holland, impossible tom holland” “REEEEE” you and zendaya have been best friends for what felt like foreverrr, like dramatically long, you played as one of her love interests.

But you’ve had a crush on Tom holland for longer, you had him on your wall, just kidding. But everyone in your family, mostly your mom said “oh you like snow flakes?” “Interracialllllll” “alright give me my privileged babies soon” “damn I kinda took you for the Asian type” “yeah I thought you liked BTS” “UK accents is hella annoyin, find someone else” “would you stop hoggin the TV? I’m tryna watch American Top Model!” “Nah let’s watch basesketball-“ anyways, ya you have annoying, irritating family, oh well.

“You think he likes dark skinned type?” “He likes girls with aggressive tans I know that much” “that isn’t helpful” “hey I’m just being honest” she shrugged looking at you through the phone as she picked up her makeup brush. “So what are gonna do for your birthday?” “I-uhhhh probably clubbing?” “As in golf?” “No, party y/n” she glared at you as you chuckled.

“Please ask hunter when we are getting married” “y/n, I know you have an insane crush on her to but it’s just never gonna happen, she’s mine” you stuck out your tongue at her as she did the same chanting “she’s mine, she’s mine” “whatever I need to get ready” “bye papas” “bye mamas” you hung up, instantly going to your closet and pulling out the dresses you have, only to put them back and grab a two piece, it’s neon yellow, the pants are high waisted, no belt, the top stopping right below your boob, the straps at the end of your collar bone.

For accessories you put on some black dangle earrings and a black purse, a gold but matching watch, but you put on sandals, no high heels because the pants were covering your feet anyways, for your hair you put on your wet and wavy lace front, you added lip gloss to your lips, and they look like glass, in a good way of course, the fox eyeliner with thick parted eyelashes and a neon eyeshadow with it. You brushed your eyebrows up and boom your done.

You stepped back and went to your full body mirror, checking your butt and your boobs, smiling at yourself “you look fine” you sigh, grabbing your bag, phone, and keys.

You phone rung and you answered. “Yes z?” “Are you picking me up?” “Yeah sure babe, I’ll be there soon” “alright bye” she hung up. Luckily for you, you just got your 1966 mustang, vibrant white baby, everyone would wanna touch your car, you named him KAI, stands for kiss ass ight. The License plate saying “white ssn”. (I’m sorry but I really like these old kinds of cars, I fucking had to) you hoped in your car and drove to dayas home, you picked her and her brother up, just listening to old 2000’s and 1900s songs, either rapping or singing your asses off.

You guys were there pretty early but of course you were, it’s her birthday, she didn’t want to dance yet because of her makeup and you felt the same, leaving her brother smacking his lips and eyes glued to his phone.

Now everyone was starting to come, hunter, Jacob, alexia, Barbie, everyone, and most importantly, Thomas Stanley holland. No cap you bout dead as fuck, did I mention you run on Red Bull’s? Just kidding. You remained calm, hugging hunter and talking to her. “Hey” zendaya said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up, pulling you to Tom. “Hi Thomas, this is y/n” “the one and only?” He laughed, making you both giggle. “Yeah” she nodded, Tom got up, opening his arms and she pinched you, silently telling you to hug him. And you did, taking a breath you smelled him, he smelled really good, sexy and musky, like something you’d want to smell all day.

“You smell nice” Tom whispered. “Yeah you too” you smiled, pulling back from his hands as he nodded at you and sat back down, you looked and zendaya as she silently cheered, you walked back over to hunter and ordered something to drink. “So you and Tom?” She asked, you only rolled your eyes. “You know I’ve had a crush on him for years now but I don’t think I’ll be making any progress” you thanked the person as they handed you the cheerily temple. “Whattt? This is your chance to get drunk and confess your feelings, like wake up in the morning with him” you smacked your lips at her “girl I don’t know, and I wouldn’t want him to forget what happend” you shrugged. She put her hand on your shoulder making you look at her “take a shot, before zendaya pressures the fuck out of you both” she warns, making you sigh and throw yourself back in the seat.

“I know and that’s the problem, I don’t think-“ “you’ve had a crush in him for years y/n, you can make this a reality, you don’t have to dream anymore” zendaya whispered in your ear “I told you” hunter smiled. “Fuck stop smiling at me like that, you’re gonna make me fall in love all over again” you said making them both laugh. “Okay Cupid what’s your plan?” “Don’t worry bout it alright girl?” “Alright”

“Harrison fuck off it’ll happen when it happens” “well it seems like she’s bored, I’ll go entertain her” “don’t you fuckin dare haz, I’ll beat the shit out of you” instead of haz getting up Harry did, he walked over to you and sat down next to you, the lights and music booming as he took out his camera. “Hey” he smiled at you. “Hi, I’m-“ “y/n, yeah I know, I’m Toms brother, Harry” he held out his hand and you took it. “I thought you looked really beautiful- I was just wondering if you wanted to take a few pictures?” “Oh I’m not the picture type” “pleaseee?” He beggged, you giggled and nodded. “Alright” he took a few pictures of you as Tom stared at you.

“He’s tottaly gonna get instead of you” Harrison whispered in his ear, making Thomas slap his arm “shut up div, I’m just gonna wait here and I’ll see what happens” he told haz his game plan, no progress. Zendaya walked over “I know you like y/n, please hit on her, you both would look so good together, you’d bring me smoll Bebes-“ “Jesus zendaya we get it” Tom rolls his eyes as haz lets out distant chuckles.

“This is so awkward, he doesn’t like me and-“ you sighed. “Oh my god, you never give up so easily y/n, what’s wrong you’ve liked him since preteens” hunter asked in all seriousness. “Are you talking about Tom?” Harry asks, both of you looking at him and letting out a way to fast “no” leaving Harry in giggles. “Well I wish I could help you but I don’t know anything” he shrugs, you soon see Tom make his way over to you, standing infront of you. He clears his throat to say something big but only lets out an-

“Hey” you wave back at him, hunter silently cringing, feeling the tension able to cut it with a butter knife. “Your so fücked” Harry laughed, Tom glaring at him but smiling back at you. “Uhm, how’s your day?” “To be honest I’m having a bit of anxiety right know” you both laughed “me too, yeah” he nods his head. “Look you don’t have to really speak to me if you don’t want to” you laughed “I think we both know-“ “zendaya” you both said. Hunter looked at Harry, panicking for you as you remained calm. “Okay- yeah- thanks” he smiled, as you returned, he walked off.

“You fucked up” “well what was I supposed to do Harry? Suck his dick?-“ “it would’ve made some progress” “shut up hunter” “I feel awkward for you” “second hand emarrassment hunter” “well you knew what I meant Harry so we are all good” you looked at them both “I’m fucked” they just both agree with you. “I think I’m gonna go” “then I’m coming!” Hunter said. “How are you gonna leave zendaya?” You only picked up his beer can, winking at him and hunter ‘helped’ you out.

“Woah woah woah where are you two going?” Zendaya asked, the shit in her hand as she looked confused. “She’s drunk” “whattttt no I’m nottt” zendaya looked at you as your eyes were barely opened, taking your finger and pushing it against hunters lips dramatically. “Let me tell yaa E sevret” you whispered at zendaya, you came close to her ear, “I’m so naw dunk” “you drunk, get out of here, Tom will give me a ride” zendaya waved you both off, Harry soon running up “let me get your number at least, yeah?” “Sureeeee” you wink at him, he hands you a pen and you write your number, a nice happy face next to it.

“Let’s get you home, nice show you out on” you took your time, trying to look drunk as possible. “My whole life is madness! I can’t- he doesn’t like me I promise you” you say, pulling out of the parking lot, hunter right next to you. “He does, let’s bet on it” “how much?” “200” “shake on it?” She handed you her hand and you shook it. “SOMETIMES YOU LAUGH SOMETIMES YOU CRY I GUESS YOU KNOW NOWWW, I TOOK THE HALF AND SHE TOOK THE WHOLE THING SLOW DOWNN” you both sung together “BABY” you both both failed the note, laughing together as you rode both of you home.

“She left” zendaya shruged, “what why?” “Shes black out drunk” Tom put his eyebrows together, he was litterally with you like a couple minutes ago, sober as hell. “Yeah... alright” he nodded, Harry took out his phone and sent you a simple hey, which you returned under a minute later.

Everyone had a lot of fun, you and hunter ordering some random stuff off of Amazon and making the cake that you would both send to zendaya the next day, on the other side everyone danced and drank, they were sober enough to go eat at least. “Who are you texting?” Tom asked Harry. “Y/n, she’s showing me the things that she’s ordering or something like that, I wonder why she’s a Harry Potter addict” toms jaw slightly clenched, “can I see?” He asked, Harry looked at him, forgetting that you’re supposed to be ‘drunk’ “Nah mate, she’s drunk texting me though” “bulshit, give me the phone” Harry sighed as he gave tom the phone, scrolling through the text messages the messages were alive, not dead at all, no lols, laughing emojis, more ‘lmao’ ‘AKDIHDIHFRJRFN-‘ ‘I- what? Okay-‘ he couldn’t help but be jealous, he handed Harry back the phone.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking at Tom confused. “You know I like her” “it didn’t seem like it back there” Harry smirked. “Do you like her?” Tom asked, Harry only shook his head “all for you, just making conversation and trying to pull her closer” “whattt Harry got the digits and you didn’t?” Haz whispered, “fuck off”

“But this is like, really ugly” “that’s why it’s called an ugly Christmas sweater, y/n” you layer on her arm, looking at Kohl’s, “green for sure, red is just plain” “how about we get like onzies of animals or the incredibles” hunter looked at you “perfect, yeah” you nod ferociously.

You checked your phone and saw some messages, from you dad and you mom but also Harry, you were quick to answer them all, and as the night got old you had finished the cake.

“I don’t know mate do some research on her, watch her interviews” haz suggests as they were all home, Tom mentally panicking because Harry’s eyes was glued to his phone, he whipped out his computer and searched your name, ‘Y/N has a CRUSH on who?’ He bit his lip and clicked it

“Sooo, we know your the romantic type- so who were you in love with?” The interviewer said, you smiled and shook your head. “I’ve always had a crush on Evan peters, algee smith from let it shine, Keith powers, and of course Tom holland, I don’t know but just in all his movies he was the cutest thing” you giggled, putting a leg over the other. “That’s a lot of people” “hey, I only crush on one now, and yes it’s Tom holland” the girl raised her eyebrows at the camera “you make sure you hit her up” “please do” you wink at the camera, “now, you feel sexy most when?” “Probably when I take a shower and put on my silk robe” you shrugged.

“Silk? Sexy” Tom smiled to himself, imagining you in it, maybe a towel over your freshly washed hair, lingerie under, maybe a mustard yellow to match your skin, his eyes widened in shock as he felt uncomfterble in his pants, he looked down at his pants “fuck, not now!”

“Are you really crying?” Hunter asked. “No I’m having an emotional roller coaster” “so your feeling different emotions, your so bipolar” hunter laughs, “your not helping you know” she only shrugged at you, then the door was knocked on “I’ll go get it” “alright” you acted sleep, thinking that it was probably zendaya and... you were right. “Hey is she sleep?” She asked, hugging hunter. “yeah, but come in- she’s on the couch” hunter smiled, hearing zendayas foot steps and she giggled “she’s sober by now” she bent down, wiggling your ear and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hiiiii” she waved at you, you only waved back, then she laid down next to you, her glasses on and in her sweatpants and a black t-shirt. “So you and Tom didn’t work huh?” She whispered and you only shook your head no, a tear fell down your cheek as she coed at you, wiping it away. “He’s stupid, he will come around one day yeah?” You nodded at her, “did you make the cake?” She asked and you nodded again. “Let me show you, come here” hunter said, she looked at you, you looked pretty lifeless at the moment honestly. Hunter and zendaya left and you checked your phone.

Ding

Your eyebrows furrowed at the anonymous message. You opened it and it said-

Hey it’s Tom, I was wondering if you’d like to get lunch yeah?

You texted him back-

As In... Tom holland orrrr...

Tom smiled at his phone

Yes y/n, Tom holland here, take it while you can

Cocky asshat

He laughed at your reply sending winking emojis,

Yeah lunch, I’ll see what I can do

Cya love

Bye luv

As time passed Tom looked at your work, your charity events, your women’s rights, your debates, your everything. He grew more interest then he already did, already wishing to work with you. “Hamburgers? What if she’s vegan, fuck” he only searched up what food you like, “burrito truck?” He could tell you weren’t like the other people with loaded of money, you were more of the cheap rich, not a bad thing but a very good one. “Sparkling water? That doesn’t really go with burritos, she doesn’t like cheese by it’s self or where you can taste it over anything, she sticks to the basics, god I need a pen and paper for this” “I got it, lover boy” Harry says, throwing it at him.

“Hey your the one who’s trying to take her away from me” “no that’s not true, I was trying to help you actually, her favorite color is (y/f/c) she likes nature or a big view of the city, beach sometimes, she actually wants a beach house” he shrugged, Tom smiled and thanked him, writing some things down

-nature, somewhere green for lunch

-quiet too, somewhere not to public

-sparkling water for sure, no burritos though

“Shit I don’t know, chicken or something!” Tom struggled.

-fruits, nuts, macoroons, nuts, wine

He smiled at the ugly written bullet points, “aha” he then took his phone, biting his lips as he tried to find the perfect place.

“He asked me to lunch last night” you smiled, hunter and zendaya looked at each other, mouths agape as they laughed. “Really? Oh my god y/n can I be the god mom?” “Oh I’ll be the god dad all the way!” Hunter added as you laughed and shook your head, you’ve been on a Harry Potter marathon all night, now your on a Star Wars one, so many tears fell of your face, you cried for draco, zendaya cried for George and Fred, hunter cheered on voldermort, which almost got her kicked out, how petty.

“What if it’s only lunch?” You asked, looking at hunter and zendaya. “I mean, yeah it is only lunch” hunter shrugged making zendaya slap her arm. “No it isn’t, you are probably gonna get laid and he’s gonna confess his love to youuu, then you both naked and kissing” “ew don’t make me imagine that” hunter shuddered, sticking out her tongue. “Welp we are staying here when you leave” “how do you know I won’t be back?” “Because I know things”

Tom spent his day visiting places, until he found the perfect one, green and the ocean? Best thing ever. It was pretty too, no plastic, no damage to the ground, the ocean is to be heard, perfect for you and Tom. He texted you to get ready, it was about 6, he bought everything he needed for it, put the ice cream in the cooler with ice in it.

“Alright, this one” hunter held up a dress, a small slit but it was a sweater dress, like for the fall or winter, it’s white with brown buttons that go down to the end of your stomach, the dress stops in the middle of your thighs. “Then wear some comfterble shoes please, we don’t want you to run your toes” zendaya said, pulling out some neon yellow huaraches. “That doesn’t match” hunter said, zendaya put the shoes back and pulled out some dark dark black ones.

You got dressed, comfterble for sure, zendaya flat ironed your hair while hunter did your makeup, “alright” zendaya and hunter admired their art, high giving each other before turning you to the mirror, “don’t worry it’s sweat resistant” hunter said, zendaya laughed as you rolled your eyes shaking your head. Then of course their was a knock on your door. “I’ll get it” zendaya said, you went to your room and grabbed your phone, noticing you have no pockets you held it. “Keep your hands off of my girlfriend, have fun though!” Zendaya said, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you came out and seen everyone smiling at you

“What happened?” You asked as everyone shook their head. “Nothing!” Hunter said smiling at you, Tom came up and gave you flowers, not roses but daises “you look lovely” he says, giving you a hug, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, not in a Percy way of course, just a very friendly and close hug. “Can you put these in a vase for me?” You say, handing the flowers to hunter as she only smiled and made her way to the kitchen. “Have fun, once again, we want her back by 10” “that’s only 4 hours zendaya” “we’ll make your way over there, it’s starting to become late” “alright mother, we’re out” you sarcastically say, leaving Tom laughing as he takes your hand and pulls you to his-

“El Camino!?” You said, practicly smiling a a child when they get ice cream. “Yep, I know how much you like old cars so why not get you one right?” He squeezed your hand. “Oh I could so kiss you right now!” “I wanna save it for later, let’s go” he smiled at you, he pulled you to your seat and opened the door for you, you sat down and he closed it, running to his side and getting in. “Your pretty fast” “shut up” he laughed and started the car, Kendrick Lamar playing in the background as you both rode in the city.

It was silent but comfterble, you slipped your phone in the cup holder, played footsie with yourself, and almost shook when he placed his hand on your thigh, you looked at him and he smiled at you “warm” he only said, paying attention to the road, rocking his hand back and forth.

“I love this, you gave me all the things I love tonight” you smiled. “You now at the birthday party I didn’t show that I liked you” he commented, laying in his stomach ontop of the very large blanket as you sat with your legs closed. “Yeah I don’t think you like me... I know if it’s weird and-“ “what no I like you! I do! I’m just stupid, like zendaya would say, so” you both giggled as he sat up and grabbed a grape vine, it has grapes on it by the way. “Lay down” he smiled, and you followed, laying down. “I’ve seen all the work you’ve done” he smiled, the radio in the band Toto playing, Africa currently playing. He leaned down the grape and feed it to you and you chuckled. “I really like how dedicated you are, how hard working you are, how nice you are, everything about you is beautiful” he complemented, the moon popping out for the ocean, the sounds of water slapping the rocks calming the both of you.

“Well thank you” you say, done with the grapes he fed you, he fed you some more. “I bought ice cream” “what kind?” “Uhmmmm, not vanilla, cookies and cream!” “Doesn’t that have vanilla in it?” You looked at him, he shrugged and put the grapes down and took the ice cream out of the freezer “I didn’t know you were such a 80s fan, what would you bring back?” He asked you. “Probably all the color, the music, I love mullets and shags I just love it all, how everything was in fashion, freedom and dumb teenagers and yelling old people, ya know?” “So your a very detailed person?” “Yeah, I don’t pay attention to the big picture that much if I’m being honest” ‘it never rains in Southern California, by tony’ playing, now the moon full on display, he grabbed two spoons and handed it to you, you both grabbed a scoop. “Let’s try something”

“Like what?” “Cross my arm with yours yeah?” You wrapped your arm around his, your spoon facing you “and 3” he said, taking the ice cream in his mouth as you followed, giggling “I like the flavor” you covered your mouth. “See! I knew what I was talking about, and doing!” He cheered, you both laid side by side and looked at the view, still eating the ice cream of course, until he put his lips on yours. “I really like you y/n, I hope-“ you put your lips on his, holding onto his cheek you smiled into it, he made his hand go down to hold onto your waist, the moon shining on both of you, he flipped both of you over so he was on top, you let out a quiet moan as he kissed your neck and slipped up you dress, taking off your panties, you trailed your hands down to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, rubbing over his torso, moaning as he found your sweet spot, kissing it and sucking harsh circles on your neck, he sat up and helped you take of his shirt, unbuckling his pants and taking off the belt to where ever.

He unbuttoned your dress, taking out your breasts and sucking on one of them, you whimpered as he twisted the other, your hands making it to his hair and tugging a bit making him hum in satisfaction. He switched nipples and looked up at you, you head was thrown back, breathing heavy and he opened your legs, you bucked your hips up allowed him to pull your dress up and over your head, he ditched his pants, well not really, there still around his ankles and both of your shoes are off, how? I don’t know. He came up and you leaned on your arm while the other was on his cheek, your lips hovering his, he muttered a ‘ready’ you nodded and he bottomed out in you, both moaning at the sensation, he kissed you and rocked his hips, you moaned as his hands found your waist, holding onto his bicep for support. Soft moans shared “y/n, fuck your so tight” he whispered in your neck and you whimpered, clawing his arm as he went harder, still slow though,

“Tommy, I’m gonna-“ you swallowed, bucking your hips up and arching your back, he rubbed your hips and held on tighter to them. He groaned and started going fast, high pitched moans leaving your lips as he stopped going hard, “cum for me” he let one hip go and rubbed your pearl slowly. “God- mm” you bit your lip trapping the moans, your head tilting back as he used it to suck more hickies on you, claiming you as you just took it all in, your head slowly starting coming up, leaving cries as your arm circled his around his arm, your back arching more, connecting chests as you said his name like a prayer while you came “fuck fuck fuck” he moaned, so close, your walls to warm to leave. “You on the pill?” He choked out. You repeated ‘mhm’ and just like that he came inside you, your name left his mouth as he rode out both of your highs, breathing heavy as a new song played ‘ask of you’ by Raphael, you both chuckled as he pressed his forehead on yours.

“Would you be my-“ “I think you know the answer Thomas, this is my 12 dream right here” you giggled. He pulled out and rolled over next to you, taking his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest “your moans are adorable, we have to have sex more often” you only laughed at him, coming up to kiss his neck on his sweet spot, his jawline under his ear, sucking hickies on his neck as he looked at the water that the moon is glistening on. You both cleaned up with his baby wipes and covered yourselves with the extra blanket he had, he poured you both a glass on wine too, just taking each other in and the perfect view.

On the other side zendaya and hunter were high giving each other, FaceTiming Harry and saying “we got em!” He smiled and cheered, lifting his beer with Harrison and taking a sip. They set it all up, how? Who knows.

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stufftippywrote · 4 years

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Not My Type (fake dating au) part 2, version 2

Part one

Lardo fiddles with Jack’s tie. “One more time,” she prods.

“Show up at the party,” Jack recites. “Look for blond caterer with a ... cowlick?”

“Cowlick. You saw the picture.”

“Yeah. Right.” If the photo Lardo showed him was any indication, the cowlick is pretty distinctive.

“Go on.”

“Meet him. Say hi. Flirt.” Jack turns doe eyes to Lardo. “I’m still not sure about the flirting.”

“Don’t worry,” she says, turning his collar down. “Bits’s got it.”

“Bits?”

She frowns. “Don’t call him that.”

“What should I call him?”

“Sweetheart,” she says flatly, then snorts. “Kidding. Call him Eric.”

The gala was easy enough to get an invite to. It’s a red-carpet something for some charity or other, maybe involving animals. Jack’s head is too full of other details to remember that one. As he ascends the stairs toward the ballroom, he’s thinking, blond, cowlick, caterer. Blond, cowlick, say hi, flirt. Cowlick, caterer--

A reporter from the local NBC affiliate appears before him, camera-ready in a red gown. “Jack Zimmermann,” she exclaims, and several people turn their heads. “Imagine finding you here so soon after your Cup win! I thought you’d be waterskiing in Tahiti.”

“Yeah. Um.” He wasn’t expecting to be interviewed. “Well. It’s an important issue.”

“I had no idea baby seals meant so much to you!” She’s delighted.

Jack wants to melt, just sink into the floorboards and leave behind a puddle of a tuxedo. “Uh, yeah.” He’s looking everywhere but at her, still searching for the right blond head.

“So how is it, being the most talked-about Stanley Cup champion in years?” Jack’s not sure if she’s here in her reporter capacity or simply as a guest. Maybe a little of both. It sure feels like she’s got a phone or microphone in her hand, even though she doesn’t.

The question irritates him. “Actually,” he says, and searches for her name. “Candace -- I’m here to meet someone--”

And then it appears, like a lighthouse in a storm, a tuft of yellow hair bouncing to and fro atop a roundish head. Thank God, Jack thinks. He pushes past Candace, hurrying across the room toward who he suspects is his quasi-date. He’s short, Jack thinks. Not enough meat on his bones. Needs to eat more protein.

“Excuse me--” he calls out, but the cowlick won’t stop bouncing, blond hair won’t stop moving. “Um--” He finally catches the guy and tugs on his shoulder. “I think we’re--”

“Can I help you?” Eric -- because it’s definitely him, Jack’s seen a picture -- turns around and cocks his head. Smiles like he’s in a beauty pageant.

“I-- um-- you’re-- I’m Jack,” Jack stammers.

For a moment, Eric’s eyes are blank. Then -- and Jack sees it, like a switch is flipped -- his eyes light up and his whole body begins, all at once, to hum with energy. “Well, hello there, sweetheart!” he declares at full volume. “Fancy meeting you here!”

And before Jack can say another word or move a muscle, Eric’s on his tiptoes, leaning up, and planting a wet kiss on Jack’s cheek.

It takes all of Jack’s strength not to recoil and put as much space between them as possible. Flirting is one thing. This is practically making out in front of everyone. He can hear the murmurs and the shutter sounds from the cellphone cameras all around.

But it isn’t really making out. After the kiss is through, Eric remains on his tiptoes and whispers into Jack’s ear. “Don’t you worry, Lardo told me everything. Leave it all to me.”

This is probably supposed to be reassuring, but Jack’s on edge. It doesn’t get any easier when Eric takes his arm, looping his skinny hand around the muscle of Jack’s forearm and tugging. “So?” he says. “How are you enjoying the party?”

Jack frowns. “Don’t ... don’t do that,” he says.

Eric blinks at him. “Do what?”

If Jack wasn’t pink already from the kiss, he’d be flushing now. He lowers his voice to just above a whisper, leans in toward Eric. “Don’t k--kiss me.”

Eric laughs, a round, tenor sound that seems to fill the ballroom. “Well, honey, I can’t much do what I’m supposed to be doing if I can’t even kiss you!”

That urge to melt into the floorboards is good and strong now. “Shh,” Jack scolds. “Listen. All we have to do...”

“Is get seen canoodling, I know,” Eric finishes for him, sotto voce. “But to do that, honey, we’ve got to canoodle first.” He swings on Jack’s arm, pressing close. “Come on, sweetheart, canoodle with me.”

He’s got a point. Jack is reminded of Lardo’s last instruction: flirt. It’s not something he’s used to doing, especially not with a man. Especially not with this man, this scrawny kid who can’t be more than a few years out of college, who’s doing all of this far too easily. If anything, his ease is making Jack even more uncomfortable.

“I, uh.” Jack looks for conversation. “So, um. Do you ... cater here often?”

Eric is about to burst out laughing again, but a sudden presence by his side sobers him. A demure girl in a waitress’s outfit says, “Bitty? Can you come look at the dessert spread? I think Chris had an accident with the petit fours.”

Bits and Bitty, Jack makes a mental note in his head. Of everything about Eric so far, the nicknames please him the most.

Eric straightens up, letting go of Jack in an instant. “Of course,” he tells her, abruptly the picture of sober responsibility. She hurries back to the dessert spread, where a lanky boy with Asian features is trying desperately to rearrange what looks to be an unkempt pile of small cakes. “You stay put,” he says to Jack. “I’ll be right back.”

Jack watches him head toward the dessert table, confounded. He doesn’t know what he was expecting, but this Eric -- this over-the-top, jubilant, totally un-Jack-like personality -- definitely wasn’t it. And Jack’s supposed to flirt with him? He’s seen documentaries of WWII spy operations that seemed like simpler tasks.

Then the vultures swoop in, and Jack is in the center of a ring of reporters and TV personalities who have all seemingly forgotten that they’re not here to do a job tonight. “Jack!” “Jack Zimmermann!” “Jack, any comment on --” “Who was that--” “Did you come here tonight with--”

Jack shakes his head and tries to muscle his way out of the throng. It’s going to be a long night.

Part Three

#this is as good as it's going to get #part 3 will be a little better #do i get a gold you-tried sticker #zimbits #zimbits fic #check please fic #check please #omgcp #omgcp fic #stuff tippy wrote #stuff tippy rewrote #*#not my type

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ohblackdiamond · 3 years

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little t&a deleted scene (julia)

i mentioned this and a couple other scenes from “little t&a” in an earlier post-- i’ve cleaned up and added to the bare bones of this. it’s really just an alternate take on the paul portion of chapter 25, where julia calls prior to or maybe instead of ace. thanks for the encouragement re: posting these, i appreciate it!

The phone rang before he could decide what else to do, whether to wait on Gene or eat something or waste awhile in front of the T.V. It startled him a little. Ever since Gene had come, he’d rarely been in the house enough to hear it ring. Another cushion from reality.

He ignored it. It kept ringing. Six times. Seven. Eventually, the answering machine tape started up, and he heard his own, actual voice, another piece of bewilderment.

“Hey, this is Paul Stanley. If you’ll leave your name and number, I’ll be in touch as soon as I can. Thanks.”

“Stan?”

He froze.

“Stan, this is Julia. Mom gave me your number--”

He picked up the phone before he could think to stop himself, throat suddenly desert-dry.

“Julia.”

“Who’s this?” The question was abrupt and immediate. Irritated. Julia was always far quicker to irritate than he was. The agitation still sent slight pinpricks of fear driving into his skin. Paul swallowed hard. He hadn’t even thought about it. God, he hadn’t even thought about what it’d be to talk to his sister the way he was now.

“I-it…” and, stupidly, he started to cough, trying to buy himself a second or two more on the line, desperately trying to drop his voice down at least a little, for all the good that would do. A week and a half ago, he would’ve hung up. He would have rather gone another three years without speaking to her. Now, something was tugging at him, awful and aching and desperate. “Julia, it’s-- it’s--”

“Who?”

“Don’t hang up. Please don’t hang up.” He took a breath. “I… I just want to… I can give him a message for you. Whatever you’ve gotta say, just let me know, and I’ll--”

“Has he told you about me?”

“Yeah.”

“He said I was crazy, didn’t he?” Julia snorted. “He is, too. He’s been in therapy since he was fifteen.”

Paul swallowed thickly.

“Really?”

“Stan’s a wreck. He wants everybody else to be just as fucked-up as he is.”

Paul’s tongue felt like cardboard. He wanted to argue with her. It had been three years since he’d seen her. Three years. He’d never reached out to her on his own. Never invited her to a concert, positive she’d come loaded or with a bunch of druggie friends or-- or mental. Julia was supposed to be somebody hidden away. Somebody with a carved-out space miles and miles apart from his life.

He didn’t support her. Not directly. He knew his parents gave her some of the money he sent them. He knew they had her contact information. He knew Bill had it, too, in case something happened to her that KISS’ publicity machine had to cover up. But he’d made a point of knowing nothing himself. Like not knowing where she was meant she couldn’t affect him. Couldn’t infect him, either. The terror he’d had as a child, not wanting to be in the same room with her, her anger, her rages, had morphed over time. Gone from terror of her to terror of being her. Wondering whether he’d be just the same. Whether he’d be a secret his parents didn’t want to bring up, whether he’d end up on pills and drugs and off-and-on committed, too. It scared him worse than anything else, going crazy, really crazy-- not just all worked up inside his own head, but out of control.

Sometimes, at his lowest, he thought the only reason he hadn’t had anything heavier than therapy as a teenager was because his parents couldn’t stand the thought of having two fucked-up, lunatic children. It was bad enough as it was. Him missing an ear and her crazy. Hilsen had assured him over and over that that wasn’t the case, reminding him he’d come of his own volition, reminding him he showed no signs of her illness. But he never could convince himself entirely. Not with the rest of what they had in common. The bisexuality he could pop off about casually to Gene or Ace or Peter or Bill, or even hint at in the music mags for shock value. It bothered him when he was at his lowest. It bothered him to know she was like that, too.

It bothered him more these days than it ever had before. Growing up, they hadn’t looked any more alike than most siblings, but right now, especially with his face softer, features not quite as jutting and angular, the similarities stood out more starkly. It was still his face, sure, but the flickers of resemblance were more pronounced, more uncomfortable. He’d kept thinking about her-- oh, hell, he thought about her a lot, anyway, every time he called his parents, every time he took Ericka out to the movies or to an amusement park. But she’d never been on his mind half this much before the curse. He was even talking to Gene about her at random-- Gene, who’d never figure out how much he’d pissed Paul off by calling him by Julia’s name.

(julia is out of her mind)

(she was nuts even then)

(you’re too hard on her)

(i have a right to be)

He couldn’t speak. He heard Julia blow a loud sigh against the receiver, and he was surprised she didn’t hang up at his silence.

“You don’t believe me, huh? God, I have all the stories on him. I see what’s in the magazines. Whatever he told you is a bunch of shit.”

“I know how he is.” Paul swallowed again. It wasn’t just his tongue feeling like cardboard now. The whole roof of his mouth was almost like sand. “He wants to talk to you.”

“No, he doesn’t. He hates me.”

“H-he… he wants to apologize.”

“For what?”

“For putting you down.”

It could’ve been him. Some of what had happened to her could have happened to him. Nineteen years old and knocked up by God knew what boyfriend. It could’ve happened easily. Just someone willing to pay him a little attention. As a guy, he’d fallen for Gene over something as pathetic as a tiny reassurance, and ended up all over him as soon as he’d gotten the opportunity. As a girl, a real girl, dumpy and easily rattled, desperate for attention and approval, he would’ve been the same. Would’ve gone for whoever looked his way, been willing to do anything. As a girl, he would’ve reaped all the consequences, too, instead of being able to shrug most of it off in the morning after.

“He can’t mean that.”

“He does, he…” Paul trailed, not knowing how to say it. “He didn’t know how bad you had it. Maybe he’s not ever going to know. He…”

“What the fuck did he say to you? Who the fuck are you?”

“Julia--”

“Who are you?”

He couldn’t tell her. Not like this. Not the way he was now. She’d never believe him. He couldn’t drop his voice down enough to really sound like himself. The inflections and the lisp were still there, but the pitch was all screwed up. She’d think he was trying to-- to make fun of her, or hurt her. Something. She’d never even realize it was him.

“H-he’s just been talking about you a lot, lately. That’s… that’s all.” Paul swallowed. “Let… let me have your number. Please. I’ll have him get back in touch.”

“He won’t call me.”

“He… he will. I swear.” His throat felt warm. “Maybe, maybe he wants to see you.”

She laughed shortly. He could almost picture her shaking her head. His throat only felt worse with each passing moment, heavy and hot, as he realized he was edging on a promise he couldn’t keep as long as he stayed this way.

Julia was the first memory he even had. Julia, much taller than he was, carrying around that Muffie doll, with the blonde hair and blue dress and red socks. He remembered wanting to just touch that doll, knowing, somehow, it had to be special, because she was holding it. He had gotten hold of it as soon as she set it down, tugging off the socks, and then she’d snatched it back.

All that time. All those years a room apart. Knowing her, being scared of her, angry with her, and now even the chance of connecting again was gone completely. The way he was now, he couldn’t ever see her again. He’d never, ever be able to see her. If he wanted even a shot at making things up with her, he’d have to go back. If he wanted his family at all, he had to stop fooling around, stop the outings and teasing and get it all over with. Cut it out for their sake, if not for his own.

“You’re nuts,” she said, and hung up the phone.

#kiss the band #kiss fanfiction #paul stanley

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dahmerthepeoplenomer · 4 years

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Special Moments

Hey all! So I’m obsessed with Stanley Tucci right now. That being said, I thought about writing a Mr. Harvey piece from ‘The Lovley Bones’ where Harvey finds someone that wins his heart for the first time in his life. This is through the readers eyes but we see conflict in Harvey because he’s scared of hurting someone so close to him. Maybe she changes his ways? It’s worth mentioning that the reader is of legal age in this. Not sure if this is a finished piece or if I’ll write another part to it. Depending if people like it!

Enjoy! <3

I was riding my bike over to Mr. Harvey’s house for the 5th day this week when I started to get caught up in my thoughts. A couple of girls I know were bagging on me for hanging out with him. Their most popular phrases being, “ew, he’s such a creep” and “do you have a crush on him?!” and “be careful, he might lock you up and never let you leave”.

‘Well, that last one wouldn’t be so bad. Little do they know how much I actually DO like him.’ I think to myself.

Shaking my head I try to forget all the mean things they say about Mr. Harvey. He would never hurt me, he’s said it himself. He calls me special and likes that I’m different from everyone else. He says I’m wiser and more mature than everyone else my age.

If I was 16 years older, I would skip the dating phase and just ask him to marry me...I mean...I am technically an adult so that wouldn’t make that scenario impossible.

I ride up to the edge of his driveway, hopping off my bike and letting it drop to the pavement. I adjust my clothing and slowly start to walk towards the porch. I wasn’t sure how to express to him how much I cared about him. Just the thought of him makes my heart race. I could stare at his beautiful blonde hair and his bright blue eyes for the rest of my life and not grow tired of the sight. Why doesn’t anybody like him? Why doesn’t he have any friends? He’s not as weird as everyone says he is....at least, not with me. In fact, he NEVER tries to make me feel uncomfortable. Or maybe I just love him so much that I adore everything he does.

I decided to sit down for a moment on the doorstep to recollect myself. With my knees to my chest, I just stare and fiddle with a few flowers from a hanging basket. He has the most beautiful yard in the neighborhood...almost as beautiful as him.

*tap tap*

I look up to see Mr. Harvey at the window by the door. He raises his eyebrows and smiles.

‘That damn smile’, I think to myself.

I smile back as he puts the curtain back in place and opens the door.

“What are you doing just sitting on the porch? Don’t you want to come in? It’s cold out here” he said with a little concern.

I then stood up and brushed the dirt off of me. “Oh yeah, sorry, I...it’s just been a weird day. I thought I’d just sit and have a minute to myself.” I said with a little hesitation.

He escorts me in and gives me a look like he can see right through me.

“Alright, what’s wrong? You’re a terrible liar you know?” He instantly says closing the door.

“You’ve been distant lately, staring off into space and avoiding me at times. Did I do something to upset you? I would never want hurt you.”

“No no no! You didn’t do anything wrong! I’ve just been caught up in my own head again lately.” I try to laugh it off.

He doesn’t look like he’s buying it.

“I know my special girl and how she gets sometimes but this is different. There’s something else going on up here.” He says as he playfully pokes the side of my head.

I smile back and blush slightly at his words. He notices I’m not going to say what’s really going on so he changes the subject to my relief.

“Alright, well come here. I got a structure piece for the new dollhouse I’ve been working on and I need you to hold the pieces while I screw them together. There’s also some furniture pieces you can help put together cause I know you like doing the little technical stuff”, he looks back and smirks.

“Ok! Awesome!” I say.

~~~~~

“Ok now just keep them together like this”, Mr. Harvey says, placing his hands over mine to position the pieces where they need to be.

I can’t help but stare at him as he lets go of my hands and grabs the drill to screw together the wood. My eyes trail up to his head, examining the few stray hairs falling in his face. His eyes are so focused on the task at hand. My gaze starts to travel down his neck where the top few buttons are undone on his flannel. I catch a glimpse of chest hair and I start to wonder what it’d be like to feel him. I continue further down his arms all the way to his huge hands at work and can’t help but think of what it’d be like for him to feel me.

‘I want to see that chest hair again..’ I think to myself gazing back up only to realize he’s staring back at me. I quickly look back to the wood pieces in my hands. He only sniffs out of laugh and continues on.

“Well that’ll do it.” He puts down the drill.

I sit on the stool in front of the dollhouse and notice that I can look through the windows of the miniature house and get a view of him from behind. He puts away his tools and starts back over to the table. I begin to tinker with the furniture pieces making it look as realistic as possible, whilst keeping my gaze on him.

He’s started painting the outside of the house from the other side. Glancing up at me he laughs, “Okay, do I look funny? Is my hair a mess? I feel like I’m being silently interrogated.”

“I’m sorry...I just..like looking at you.” I mumble out the last part.

“What was that?”, he says.

“I just like looking at you! You’re handsome and you’re so sweet and I don’t know..I..I..just like you is all.” I half shout out, flustered. I look down at the ground realizing I just outed myself.

He pauses for a long while before saying,

“Our time together is special to you, hm?”

I nod, too embarrassed to make eye contact.

He hums for a moment.

“Mmhm, it’s special to me too. You’re not like those other girls. I would never hurt you, you know that?” He seems guarded when asking that...like there’s something he’s hiding.

I only nod in return. He then gets up off his stool and walks over to me and extends his arms out, looking to me for permission to hold me. I raise my arms around his waist and he pulls me in tight and hums. I’m loving every minute of his attention. I sink deeper into his belly, his scent is overwhelming....like a cozy scent of musky autumn...must be his cologne...maybe his soap?

He pulls away a bit but my arms are still locked on him, not wanting to let go. He laughs a little and says, “Do you want something to eat?”

I look up and nod, not really confident in my answer because I’d rather spend the rest of the day in his arms.

~~~

It’s been a few days since our long wonderful hug and things are much more playful between us...

“You better give me that paintbrush or so help me god, I will pin you down and pry it from your hands.” He tries to look serious but can’t help the corner of his mouth that twitches up.

He’s almost done with the dollhouse, it just needs a few finishing touches of paint but I want his attention directed toward me.

“I’d like to see you try.” I taunt, wiggling my eyebrows.

His blue eyes stare into mine for a solid 10 seconds before he lunges towards me as I run from behind the couch. He scales the ottoman as I shriek and giggle, running down the hallway and up the stairs to his bedroom. I dive for the bed and hide under the covers.

“Hmm I wonder where you are...” Staring at the lump on his bed. I giggle as he rips the comforter off me. I turn over so he can’t get the brush in my hand.

“Give me my paintbrush!” His hands diving around me trying to get it. I squirm when his hand grazes the side of my stomach.

“Oh...mmhm...I see I’ve found a weakness.”

“Don’t.” I say warningly, I crane my neck to look at him from my facedown position.

Mere seconds after our eyes make contact, he’s sitting on my legs to hold me in place as his hands go in for the attack.

“St..op...p..please! Ahaha...ah..I can’t..” I wiggle beneath him and end up rolling over to my back. “Okay! Okay...p..please stop! Heres your damn brush!” I laugh out.

“Thank. You.” He says each word triumphantly, grabbing his valuables.

I only now realize the position we’re in....in his bedroom, he’s on top of me and I’m starting to feel extreme heat pool where he’s sitting.

I look up at him, he places his paintbrush on the nightstand without breaking eye contact and leans down towards me. I almost don’t believe what’s about to happen. Our lips are mere centimeters from each other and he lingers there for a few moments as if waiting for me to make the next move. I do just that by wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down on me, lips crashing together.

He shifts to a more comfortable position above me and cups my face. The kiss getting more intense as he slides his tongue along my bottom lip begging for entrance. I open my mouth and our tongues dance and fight for dominance, to which he wins. He pulls away after a few minutes and we both gasp for air. He rests his forehead on mine. I lick my lips wanting to taste him again so I do just that. I pull him down for another long kiss. His lips leave mine and start to travel down to my neck. I can’t think straight until I notice a stiffness rubbing at my groin. My body goes somewhat rigid after realizing what it is I’m feeling. He stops and looks at me, noticing that I’m staring where our bodies are connected.

“Oh, oh no. I promised myself I wouldn’t put you in this position, I promised!” He says as he starts to get off me only for me to lock his legs with mine and grab the front of his flannel to make him stay.

“You better stay where you are or so help me god I will pin you down and make you stay!” I say, laughing at my use of some of his words from earlier. He looks torn inside. Like he’s battling with himself.

“I can’t...once I have you, there’s no turning back. I won’t be able to control myself...not with you.”

I reach up to grab his face, looking into his blue eyes, “I want this with you. Ever since that long hug the other day.”

That was enough to break his walls down. His mouth crashes to mine and his hands instantly slide under my sweater. I lift my arms so he can slide it over my head, exposing my breasts. I’m glad I decided against a bra today.

He gazes at me, his face full of pure admiration and hunger. His breathing intensifies as he reaches to unbutton his own shirt. I watch as his hands move quickly towards his belt, popping open his jeans with a sigh of relief. I try to reach for my own jeans but he pushes my hands away. He then unbuttons them himself and pulls them down. He looks so flustered and frantic that I pull his face to mine and whisper, “hey, everything’s fine, I’m here.”

He looks me up and down and nods, leaning in for a chaste kiss before removing his pants along with his boxers. I stare at him in wonder, never having seen such a thing, let alone how he was going to fit in me.

He takes notice in my concern. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

I nod. Something flashes in his eyes...suddenly I feel like prey.

“I’ve never had somebody want me like this, let alone a virgin. I’m not gonna hurt you, you’re my special girl.” He says trying to calm himself down.

And in that moment I felt a pain in my heart for him but also a feeling of reassurance.

“I trust you.” I say.

He nods, leaning down to kiss me. His lips start to travel down my body, stopping at the trim of my underwear. His hands reach up to pull them down gently, spreading me open. Practically drooling, he wastes no time connecting his mouth to me. My hands instantly go to his hair, pulling him further into me.

“Mmm, Mr. Harvey!” I practically scream his name.

“Mmhm, George, call me George from now on”, he hums into me.

Bringing his hand up, he slides one finger into me. I cry out louder at the new wonderful feeling. Not long after, he’s able to slide another finger in, hitting just the right spot, making it impossible for me to focus on anything but his fingers and mouth. His ministrations getting faster and faster.

“George...George...” I gasp out loudly.

“Just let go sweetheart.” He mumbles against me.

Just as I’m about to fall over the edge, he reaches up with his free hands to intertwine our fingers.

“Mmmm, Oh god, George!!” Pure waves of pleasure crash over me, over and over.

I’m floating on a cloud where nothing else exists besides me and him. Finally after minutes or hours, who knows, I open my eyes to see him over me, staring back.

He smiles and says, “Welcome back. You’re one of a kind, you know that?” I can only lightly laugh in return.

He positions himself above me so that our nether regions align.

“This may hurt a little at first.” He says.

I then feel his large head poke through my entrance, my muscles clench and I grab onto him. He slides the full way in, hitting spots I never thought imaginable. It feels uncomfortable but not unpleasant. After sitting there for a moment, I raise my hips to encourage him to move.

He pulls back and pushes back in...and again...and again. After the fourth or fifth thrust, I’m starting to feel the knot inside me building up again. I wrap my legs around him, thrusting up to meet his movements. He leans down to capture my lips with his own as he speeds up. The pleasure getting almost unbearable.

“Mmm...mhmm”, he mumbles against my lips.

He reaches under me to lift my hips up. He’s now hitting that sweet spot again, throwing me out of my mind. I almost can’t take the pleasure. We’re both a moaning mess of yelling each others names and meaningless words.

That’s when he looks down at me and says, “I love you. I’ve never loved anyone like...mmm..like this before but I love you. I’ve been..*grunt*..holding my emotions back for a..*grunt*..for a while.”

I look up to him in disbelief and say, “I love you too.” Meaning every word I say.

His lips crash to mine again as I’m sent over the edge into another, more powerful wave of pleasure. My walls clench around him, sending him onto cloud 9 with me. We ride out the wave as long as we can. Him leaning on one elbow and holding me with the other arm, me wrapped all around him.

He finally comes to, rolling onto his back pulling me to his side. My hand runs up and down his chest. ‘Finally...’ I think to myself.

“What was that?” He asks.

“I didn’t realize I said that out loud”, I laugh. “The other day I couldn’t stop staring at your chest hair through your open shirt and I was wondering what it would feel like.”

His chest rumbles with a chuckle and he says, “Ah so my hair WAS what you were staring at, just wasn’t the hair on my head like I guessed.”

I lightly laugh and hug his side tighter. He hums a bit and rubs my back, lulling me into a deep sleep.

#stanley tucci #mr harvey #George Harvey #the lovely bones #underrated characters #mr harvey x reader #mr harvey x oc

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readinglikechickensoup · 4 years

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Ive seen this sort of idea before and thought it was cute, so stenbrough where one of them has a service/therapy dog like in a public place and the other is staring. The one comes up and is like (in the nicest way possible) “you can’t stare at my dog when she/he’s working” and the other person is so flustered because they were staring at the OWNER not the dog (because the owner was such a cutie blah blah) and it turns into an accidental lil confession but with a happy ending!

I hope you like it! Feel free to request again :)

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“Beautiful Stranger” Stanley Uris X Bill Denbrough(439 words)

Stan was working on Stats homework in the campus diner, eating fries with a fork, when he saw him.

In the booth diagonal to his, a student about Stan’s age scribbled in a notebook. His dark, auburn-streaked hair fell across his forehead and almost into his eyes. His hands were broad and long fingered, stained blue-black with ink. When he scratched at his nose, he left a long smudge down its freckled bridge.

A glossy black-and-white border collie sat at his feet, probably a service dog by the harness.

Stan returned his attention to the boy’s face. He’d stopped writing and was looking at Stan with eyes that were surely carved from lapis lazuli, they were so blue, made more intense by the damp pink of his mouth. Stan swallowed.

The boy slid out of the booth and Stan quickly looked at his textbook, though he couldn’t read over the pounding in his chest.

“H-Hi.”

Stan looked up slowly. “Hi.”

“I’m s-sorry to bother you,” he said, voice warm like the Florida sun. “I n-noticed you looking at my s-service dog. I d…d-don’t blame you. He’s really c-cute, but it d-distracts him.”

Stan’s face burned. “I’m sorry I distracted him. But.” He took a deep breath. “I wasn’t staring at him.”

“O-Oh?” The boy’s forehead wrinkled.

“I was looking at you,” he mumbled, heart somersaulting against his ribs.

“Oh. Oh!” Suddenly he was smiling, and every thought slid out of Stan’s head. “I’m B-Bill,” he said, holding out his hand.

Bill’s nails were trimmed short, but ink had gotten under them anyway. He had a thin, silvery scar on his palm.

Stan took his hand, warm and soft, and shook it. “Stan.”

The handshake stopped, but their hands remained fused together, magnet-like. After a long moment, Stan forced himself to let go.

“W-Why were you l…looking at me?” Bill asked.

“You have ink on your nose.”

“Oh.” Bill blushed and rubbed at his face with the sleeve of his red and grey flannel shirt. The ink on his nose disappeared, but his fingertips brushed his cheek, leaving a new smudge on the bone.

Stan smiled. “You’re also very attractive.”

Bill’s blush deepened. “S-So are you.”

"Do you want to join me?”

Bill nodded and grabbed his stuff. He sat across from Stan and signaled his service dog to sit at his feet.

“What are you writing?” Stan asked.

“A n-novel.” Bill shrugged. “N-nothing much. Just a-an idea.”

“Tell me about it,” Stan said, closing his textbook. “Please.”

Bill smiled, wide and brilliant, a faint flush still staining his cheeks. “It’s a h-horror novel s-set in Maine…”

#stenbrough #stanley uris #bill denbrough #stanley uris x bill denbrough #meet cute #fluff #fanfiction #it #losers club fic #readinglikechickensoup

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bowieandqueen11 · 5 years

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It Was Your Fault / Stanley Uris Angst

Request: may i request a uris!reader x bill where she’s there when they see Stan as the spider??

Ahhh why you make me cry <3

As always, comments are much appreciated and a great help in this trying time XD

Stepping into the darkness, the slamming of Mike’s hand on the door falters into the background of your mind as your breathe catches in your throat. You feel Eddie’s hand grip painfully tightly into your bicep, the side of his hip brushing up against yours as he whispers,

‘Is- is that fridge...moving?’

‘What the f-’

Richie swings his light towards the fridge, his eyes widening as he trembles slightly in fear, hoping no one sees him as he takes a large step back.

‘Yep, yep, that fridge is definitely alive. Ohhh, I’m going to throw up.’

This grotty little refrigerator hummed as loud as a small truck warming on a wintry morning, blocking the rest of Richie’s words out as it begins to shake on the spot, moving closer and closer to them like tendrils reaching out, seeking the last remnants of heat before the darkness overcomes the room. The stickiness, the tangy yellow colour, the little bits of black mould that begin to sprout out of the door like little reaching tendrils was enough to make Eddie gag. He had had enough; this wasn’t happening, whatever was in there, he wasn’t doing it.

‘Guys, guys I can’t do this.’

‘Dude, come on, we have to, we have t-t-o e-end this, for Ge-eorgie, for St-st-’

‘For Stanley.’

You gasp at the voice that emits from the metal container, Eddie and Bill slowly turning their heads towards you, their hearts breaking at the slow tears that dripped down your cheeks and left dirty tracks against your skin. Eddie’s fingers dig further into your arm, his thumb rubbing comforting circles as he feels you tremble, not sure what to say or do as your mouth drops open.

‘...Stan-Stanley?’

Richie slides his torch over the rusting metal, his eyebrows rising in surprise as his brain racks to try and place that voice he knew in his heart, not even realising his fingers had begun to shake lightly against the black metal.

‘Why...did you let me die Y/n...why did you kill me?’

Given the state of the outside, Bill prepared to hold his breath as he slowly inched forward to open it, creaking along the tilting floorboards with each step.

‘I-I k-know that voice. I know you. I know you-’

‘I want to go home, I can’t do this.’

But the swinging open of the door made all the words, the fear, the sadness swirling around in your brain dissipate into the air like smoke in the wind.

The house had seemed to become aware of itself, of the history that echoed within the walls, the bodies that lay underneath its structure like a plague, or a deadly moss. Somewhere within, the walls had become one with the rats who crawled and the sticky spider webs.

Nobody could move. Nobody wanted to move. Nobody dared talk, or even breathe as blue jeans and a dirt soaked, blood flecked orange shirt trembled into view, his limbs tangled above his head like a rag doll, before the head fell out of the door and rolled to your feet with a sick, wet thud.

‘It was your fault, y/n...why weren’t you there? Why didn’t you save me?! You were ALWAYS SUPPOSED TO BE THERE FOR ME.’

‘i’m sorry-I’m sorry Stan, I’m sorry’, you manage to stutter out between sobs, not even realising Eddie had fallen back onto his hands and feet, scrambling across the dirty floor with desperate kicks. He couldn’t even care less about the black goop that begins to soak through the floorboards and stain like blood drops against his fingertips as he hits the corner of the wall. He thwacks away the cobwebs that hung from the rafters with a little yelp, his fingers becoming stuck in their sticky goo. They hung like great sheets of hair from an ancient hag, white, dirty looking and tangled. They were on the frosted panes of the windows too, obscuring the little light that struggled through them in the dim of twilight, as you reach down, trying to stop your hands from shaking as your fingers brush against the side of Stanley’s face.

It was cold, so cold, it felt more like plastic than skin. It made your soul shriek as the blood began to seep out from the massive hole in his neck, his mouth twitching up in a distorted, rotting grim grin that reminded you of him. Of the clown.

‘Y/n...what’s happening to me?’

You drop him, rushing backwards and straight into the broad chest of Richie’s open arms as you thump a hand against your mouth, trying to stifle the screams that pry their way out through your fingers. Richie’s fingers leave welts in your skin as you feel his left arm snake around your stomach and pull him closer to you. His breathe is warm in your ear, his glasses smooshed familiarly against your temple as he murmurs sadly, ‘just close your eyes. It’s not real, y/n, it’s not real.’

‘H-he’s right, Y/n, this, t-this isn’t Stanley.’

‘I don’t know Big Bill, this feels pretty real to me.’

Stanley starts laughing wildly, his black teeth making you wince as the laughter turns into whines of pain, fear coursing through your veins as spider legs start bursting out of small holes of his cheeks, his high whines as his eyeballs start pulsating and more hairy, tapping legs hit against the floor from the crinkles of his eyelids finally making you squeeze your eyes shut.

‘Look at me- LOOK AT ME Y/N.’

You shake your head, ignoring the feeling of spiders crawling all over your hands. They scuttle in seemingly random directions. Their feet tickle my skin as the crawl up your arms and begin to surge across your face, their clicks deafening in your ears. But Richie doesn’t let you go, although you can feel the hairs rise and bristle on his arms, and you’re not going to let go either.

This thing, this creature, isn’t your brother. And you’re going to be damned if you allow Pennywise the satisfaction of making you break.

‘It’s alright Stanley, we collected your shower cap, see?’

You open your eyes, stepping slowly out of Richie’s reaching, fumbling grasp to instead take a few faltering steps towards this drooling, growling spider creature that only seemed to resemble the memory of your brother.

You smile a little, a sad little twitch of the lips as you see the uncertainty flash through his flittering eyes, gazing up at you with a mix of hostility and fear as you take another step closer. He wants to move, he wants to scuttle forward and eat the flesh off your bones, sucking up every last drop just like you sucked the life out of him, but something in the back of his brain makes him stop.

You take another step,

‘And our shower caps, the ones you gave us, protect us from spiders, see? They make us invincible, and it was all thanks to you.’

Another step, another flash, another gleam of hope in Stanley’s eyes as the curls begin to fall familiarly over his eyes, brightening slightly in the dim rays that flash through the cracks of the doorway.

‘I’m not afraid of you, Stanley, because thanks to you, I’m not afraid of spiders.’

‘P-please Stanley, please, it’s me.’

You nearly doesn’t notice the small hindrance in his legs as tap against the floor, his eyes dipping down.

‘Y/n? Everything seems so far away. Everything seems so numb. I don’t want to hurt like this anymore. I just want it to be over.’

Tears rolled down, wetting every part of your cheek before splattering like blood onto his forehead.

Before you can speak again however, you hear a high pitched shrieking from Stanley’s mouth, his lips pursing into a perfect ‘oh’ shape as his head collapses down onto the floor with a wet thud, his legs skidding down over your feet as you glance up at a wide eyed Ben, the knife once held in his hand now firmly planted in the back of Stanley’s head.

‘Wh-why did you do that?!’

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eddie-boii · 4 years

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Never Let You Go (part 14/14)

Fic info: Both Eddie and Stan live because I do what I want. Multichapter.

Rating: Mature.

Pairings: Reddie, Benverly.

Ao3 link: here

Summary: The Losers prepare for a wedding.

This is it, guys. I’m gonna miss writing this :’)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

Sunlight streamed through the screen doors illuminating thousands of specks of dust as they swirled in the air in a gentle dance. Eddie let out a low groan as the light shone through his closed eyelids, rolling over in the bed and burying his face in Richie’s bare shoulder to shield himself from the harsh light. Richie shifted slightly in his sleep, his arms tightening around Eddie’s waist and pulling him close against his warm body. Richie may have complained his body wasn’t as aesthetically pleasing as Eddie’s, but in Eddie’s mind, it was the perfect body type for warm hugs.

He smiled against Richie’s shoulder, relishing this feeling of warm bodies tucked together beneath cosy sheets while outside, frost crept up the windows searching in vain for a way to get in. Eddie could get used to this.

He cracked his eyes open a little to check the clock on the bedside table and let out another groan.

“We should get up, Rich,” he said, pressing a kiss to Richie’s shoulder to wake him. Richie let out a whine and only pulled Eddie closer. “Come on, Trashmouth, we’ve gotta say bye to Ben and Bev before they go off on their honeymoon.”

“We can text them,” Richie mumbled. His face was pressed to Eddie’s neck so his voice came out muffled. “They’ll understand.”

“Come on, dickwad, you know you want to see them off,” Eddie laughed, prodding Richie’s chest. “And we need to fucking shower.” Richie groaned but released his death grip on Eddie slightly, instead moving to kiss him, but Eddie clamped a hand over his mouth before he could. “Ew, no, your breath smells like ass. Brush your teeth first.”

Richie kissed Eddie’s palm before tugging his hand away from his mouth. “Effort,” he whined. Still holding Eddie’s hand, he pressed kisses down his arm. “I can kiss everywhere but your mouth, right?” he said, moving to kiss Eddie’s forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his jaw…

“You’re such a fucking sap,” Eddie laughed.

Richie hummed softly against his skin. “But you love me.”

“You’re never gonna fucking let that go, are you?”

“Never,” said Richie, his mouth trailing down to Eddie’s neck.

“Don’t leave any marks, remember,” Eddie warned him.

“I have a huge hickey on my hip that says you’re a fucking hypocrite.”

“No one’s gonna see that.”

“You never know,” said Richie, making his way down Eddie’s torso, his lips brushing tenderly over the scar.

“Come on, Trashmouth,” said Eddie, pushing Richie away before he went any lower and they really did end up never leaving the bed. “We need to shower.”

Richie whined once more. “Don’t wanna.”

“We both need to shower,” said Eddie, looking at Richie pointedly until he finally got the message.

“Oh! Yes, we need to shower right away!” said Richie, practically leaping from the bed before shivering violently from the sudden cold. “Quick, before I freeze to death.” He grabbed both of Eddie’s hands and pulled up him, tugging him in the direction of the bathroom.

Eddie didn’t make it easy for him. He flopped down like a dead weight in Richie’s arms, and Richie huffed, told Eddie he was a bastard, then picked him up and carried him giggling over to the bathroom.

Yes, Eddie could really get used to this.

Eddie and Richie tried not to let their change in relationship status show when they went downstairs to meet the other Losers who had all gathered around the fire in the lobby once more, even going as far as to arrive at different times. They didn’t act overly friendly, didn’t touch each other too much aside from ‘accidental’ hand brushing, didn’t even glance at each other lest they accidentally gaze too long. But even so, Stanley took one look at them and -

“You two boned.”

“What the fuck, Stan?” said Eddie instantly. “No, we didn’t fucking bone.”

“Yeah, Stan,” said Richie. “We didn’t ‘bone’, we made love.”

“Richie!” Eddie squawked as Stan’s expression turned into one of triumph.

Richie only shrugged. “What? They were gonna find out anyway.”

He had a point, but Eddie scowled at him and turned away in a huff.

“Are you serious?” cried Bev not bothering to suppress her squeal. “Oh my god! I’m so happy for you two!”

“Fucking f-ff-finally,” said Bill.

“Congratulations, guys!” said Ben excitedly, leaping from his seat to pull them both into a tight hug.

“Woah, Haystack, watch the ribs,” Richie wheezed. “Don’t forget you’ve got huge-ass muscles now.”

Ben let them go with an apologetic smile and Mike pulled them into a hug in his stead, thankfully not as tight as Ben’s hug, although Mike did have some considerable muscles on him too.

“Wait,” said Mike after he’d released them. “Important question: did you two hook up before or after midnight?”

Eddie and Richie exchanged looks.

“You know, it was all kind of a blur,” said Eddie, his mouth twitching as he tried to hide his smirk.

“We really have no idea,” said Richie, not bothering to hide his.

“But then who wins the bet?” said Stan.

“Guess none of you assholes do,” said Eddie smugly. “Which serves you fucking right.”

“You mean to say we get no compensation for having to watch you two pine for thirty years?” said Stan.

“None at all,” said Richie. “And shut up, you only had to watch us pine for like three years.”

“Felt like thirty,” Stan grumbled.

“Oh, who cares about the bet? My favourite gays are finally together!” Beverly squealed. “I better be your maid of honour, Rich.”

“We literally just got together,” said Eddie at the same time Richie said, “Duh.”

“I mean-” Richie coughed, his face getting a little red. “Yeah, calm down Bev. We aren’t about to start picking out china patterns already.”

Eddie only smiled slightly, watching as his friends teased Richie for his little slip-up. He couldn’t really blame him for it; they had some catching up to do, after all.

Ben and Bev set off not long after, not wanting to miss their flight. Richie tried to persuade them to let him have Ember while they were gone, but Bev was adamant that the dog stay with her aunt who actually knew what she was doing and didn’t have trouble remembering to feed herself let alone another creature.

Bags were piled into the trunk of the cab, hugs were exchanged, goodbyes said. Mike insisted they send him a whole bunch of postcards and Stan gave them a list of birds to keep an eye out for.

“Take care of Rich for me,” said Beverly as she hugged Eddie tightly.

“I’ll try my best,” he replied. “But I can’t promise not to kill him myself if he refers to my mom one more time in bed.”

Bev laughed then kissed his cheek before going to hug Richie, and Ben moved to hug Eddie in her place.

“Don’t let him go,” he whispered as he pulled Eddie in. “He loves you so much, man.”

“You are such a fucking romantic loser,” said Eddie.

“I know,” said Ben. He smiled as he pulled away and opened the cab door for Bev.

“It’s been fun,” said Bev, grinning at them all as she hovered in the cab doorway. “I love you guys.”

“Love you too,” said Bill. “Have a ss-safe flight.”

“See you all at the next wedding if not sooner,” said Ben, winking at Eddie who scowled back at him.

“We won’t have long to wait,” Stan said, smirking at Eddie’s glare.

“See you soon, then, Losers,” said Bev, and with that, they were off, and the remaining Losers waved until the yellow cab faded into the distance.

The others headed back into the hotel to warm up and pack for their own flights home, but Eddie and Richie stayed outside for a little while longer watching the still steadily falling snow cover the tire tracks on the road.

“So,” said Richie after a moment. “You going home today, or…?”

“That was the plan,” said Eddie.

He hadn’t been looking forward to going back to his cold lonely flat, sparse and empty after Myra had gotten the house in the divorce. He’d never liked it there - it was always a temporary thing until he figured out what he wanted to do - and he despised the loud upstairs neighbours and the landlord who looked like he never washed his hands. He remembered Richie’s house, alive with his merry friends as they got up to drunken shenanigans, full of good memories. It was a nice place after Eddie had thoroughly cleaned it, but, he thought, far too big for just Richie.

“Coz,” said Richie who was fidgeting with the zipper of his coat agitatedly and quite obviously avoiding eye contact, “if you wanted, I could get an extra ticket to LA… I mean- Unless you-” he added quickly, fumbling over his words now. “Unless that’s too fast. Yeah, fuck, that’s way too fast. Forget I said anything.”

“No,” said Eddie. He reached out and took Richie’s hand, his fingers like ice in the January air, and Richie finally looked at him, eyes wide and lips ever so slightly parted. “No, I’d like that. We’re catching up, right? Let’s fucking commit.”

Richie’s mouth split into a grin. “Hell yeah, spaghetti!”

“I’d have to actually go get my stuff at some point, though,” Eddie added.

“Well, yeah. And we should redecorate,” said Richie. “Make it a proper reddie home.”

“‘Reddie’?”

“Richie and Eddie, keep up,” said Richie. “It’s what the kids call a ‘ship name’.”

“Thanks, I hate it,” said Eddie. “Redecorate how?”

“Oh, you know, making it more artsy,” said Richie casually, though that shit-eating grin was still on his face. “Add a few black lights, and if we get a move on, we could have our own Jackson Pollock-themed digs.”

“I’ve changed my mind,” said Eddie immediately, turning and walking back towards the hotel. “I’m going to live with Mike or something. Bye.”

“No, wait!” Richie cried, grabbing Eddie’s hand before he could move any further and falling to his knees at Eddie’s feet. “Oh, Eddie spaghetti, love of my life! Angel from the heavens! Please oh please move in with me, Eddie my love.”

“I hate that song,” Eddie grumbled, trying and failing to hide his smile at Richie’s theatrics. “Get the fuck up, dumbass, your pants are getting soaked.”

“Not until you say yes.”

Eddie heaved a great sigh even though there wasn’t really any question about it. Of course he wanted to move in with Richie. He wanted to wake up next to him every morning and receive those lazy kisses. He wanted them to cook together and sing along loudly to the cheesy eighties rock they both secretly loved, slipping on the kitchen tiles as they danced around in their socks. He wanted to fall asleep next to him on the couch in the evenings, wanted to adopt a dog with him, maybe adopt other things too. He wanted every sickeningly domestic thing he’d been dreaming about since he was twelve.

“Fine,” he said. He tried to sound exasperated but was unable to hide the smile fighting its way onto his face. “Yes, I’ll move in with you, Trashmouth.”

Richie leapt to his feet and grinned before sweeping Eddie off his feet and kissing him like some sort of Disney princess.

“Don’t you dare fucking drop me, asshole!” Eddie shrieked, clinging to Richie until he pulled him back upright.

“Couldn’t resist,” Richie shrugged, still grinning. “Now, our flight’s not until this evening, can we at least turn our hotel room into a Jackson Pollock painting before we go?”

“You are fucking disgusting,” said Eddie.

“But you love me.”

“Yeah,” said Eddie softly, lacing his fingers through Richie’s as they made their way back to the hotel. “Yeah, I do.”

#it chapter 2 #it chapter two #reddie #benverly #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #the losers club #fic #fanfic #writing #fix it #fluff #slow burn #EB writes

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stellar-alley · 4 years

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Moonstone

•Chapter 8•

Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

(Summary: Richie and the Losers share an emotional goodbye)

Shout out to my amazing writing partner @ _hannahisodd on Instagram for allowing me to bring her amazing artwork to life!

Also, don’t forget to check out my Instagram Stellar.Cosplays if you want to see more of me and what goes on in my life!

“Did you even start packing yet?” Stan asked, tossing open the empty suitcase that sat on Richie’s floor.

“Oh shit-” Richie gasped “I knew I forgot something”.

Stan’s eyebrows shot up, “Richie you leave in four hours! Holy shit- alright, um, you pack your toiletries I’m gonna get your clothes okay? And you are not going to The Dragon Lands wearing that” Stan rapidly began explaining. He watched as Richie remained seated on his bed in his Van Halen T-shirt. “Well come on!” Stan exclaimed, that got Richie up and on his feet, he scurried off to the bathroom to go retrieve his things.

Stan opened the closet, his eyes scanned the contents before him as he began creating possible outfit ideas in his head. He ended up choosing a dark blue crewneck and some black pants, plain, but he knew Richie would find a way to spice it up. He carefully laid the clothes down on his brother’s bed just in time because Richie had just re entered the room.

“Okay I’ve got them” Richie waved his little toiletries bag in the air as proof.

“Well don’t just stand around, start packing your clothes” Stan waved his hands as if that’d get Richie to move any faster.

Richie quickly straightened up and gave Stan an army like salute. He began walking towards his dresser but before he kneeled down he turned his head to shoot stan a small smile, “Thanks Stanley…”.

His soft and sinier voice warmed the brother’s heart, “Don’t mention it Richie”.

Nobody told Richie that the hardest word to say would be Goodbye, because all of a sudden, when the dragon stood before all of his closest friends, that was the last word he could imagine saying.

“We’ll leave in 20, so you have some time to say goodbye to your friends” Andria had told her son before she gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.

Richie was in the main entrance of the Uris’ house, just before the main door. He knew exactly what stood behind this door but that didn’t make it any less scary. Deep down all he wanted to do was retreat to his room but he knew his time was running out, so he had to make it count. He sighed, reached down and turned the doorknob, opening the door that would lead to the beginning of the end.

“Ah there he is, the Prince!” Mike called out the moment Richie stepped outside.

The dragon automatically blushed, his markings softly glowed purple with embarrassment, but also anxiety. He waved towards Mike with a hand that lightly shook, “Guy, guys, please… Today I’m a Loser, and nothing else. That’s all I wanna be” his tone told the others more than enough to get them to knock it off.

“Ey there he is, Trashmouth” Beverly hollered, stepping up beside him and wrapping her arm around his neck. She pulled him down and gave him a noogie. That was exactly what he needed to snap back into reality.

He laughed, pushing her away and brushing out his hair. When he looked back up at her, Richie Tozier saw something he never thought he’d see before. Her eyes were glossed over, slowly filling with tears. Her voice lightly shook as she spoke “I’m gonna miss you…” Trashmouth, “Richie”.

That struck a heart string. His stance fell, his heart pulsed a little harder inside of his chest as he reached out to wrap his arms around her. His arms went around her shoulders and Bev wrapped hers around Richie’s waist. She squeezed him, holding him tight as if he’d somehow slip from between her fingers.

“I’m gonna miss you too Bev” He whispered into her red fiery hair. When he slowly pulled away, his teary eyes met hers. “Don’t ever let anyone extinguish your flame” He put a hand on her shoulder.

She nodded, it was hard and small, as if she were to move any more, then she’d break.

Richie gave her a nod in return before he stepped to the side, now face to face with Ben. “Haystack” Richie breathed.

Ben had already shed a tear and when Richie stepped in front of him, he immediately stepped in to give him a hug. When he let go he looked at Ben and told him “Never stop being you, you’re so much more than anyone has ever realized. And uh-” Richie leaned in, “Treat her well” he nodded at bev, who had to look away. “And watch out for-” He nodded at Stan, “he may not know it but he needs a close friend sometimes”.

Ben whipped a tear from his cheek, “Yeah of course Richie, and uh- I love you man” his voice shook a little.

“Aw, whittle ol’ me? You really know how to make a girl blush Bennifer” Richie forced out a western accent which made Ben laugh. That made Richie smile, making them smile always did.

He turned towards Bill. “Ah, The Little Mermaid” Richie hummed.

“Oh god” Bill choked out a breath, forcing a smile. “I’m guh-guh-gonna miss you Trashmouth” Bill warmly smiled as he and Richie went in for a hug.

Richie’s hands shook as he let them go of their hug, “You’re the leader Big Bill, so you’ve gotta keep them in line, alright?” His voice became stern. It broke when he continued “And with me gone- crack a couple more jokes every now and then, will ya?”.

Bill smiled brightly, tilting his head down to hide his face as the dame broke, sending tears from his eyes. When he looked back up, his green eyes were tinted red, giving Richie a small nod “Will do” he whispered.

Next was- “Mikey!” he exclaimed, immediately going in for a hug, because at this moment he needed nothing more than a ‘Mike Hanlon Best Friend Of The Year Award Winning Hug’, and that’s what he got. Mike wrapped him up in a hug that felt the same way hot chocolate does on a warm day, filling his body with the same feeling of serendipity that you get when you eat a cookie fresh from the oven.

“You’re such a good friend, a better friend than a trashmouth like me ever deserved” He admitted with tear filled eyes.

“Aw- Rich don’t say that” He could tell Mike was trying to hold back the tears as well.

“Ah, it’s okay… Just- do me a favor and watch over Billy boy alright?” Richie sniffled, “He needs a leader too, from time to time”.

Mike smiled a little bigger as if that would stop the tears that began to flow from his eyes. He rushed back in and got another hug from Richie.

Next was- Richie sharply inhaled, “Eds…” He didn’t even get to say anything else because a small elf had already latched himself onto his chest, his arms wrapped around Richie in a bone crushing hug. For a moment he wondered if he’d have to bring Eddie with him since he didn’t plan on letting go. When Eddie finally leaned back it was only to get on his tippy toes and kiss richie with the heat of a thousand suns. It was filled with the same love a wife shares with her pirate lover who was about to go to sea, with no guarantee that he’d return.

“I love you so much Richie” Eddie whispered against the dragon’s lips.

“I love you too Eds” Richie exhaled, “more than you’ll ever know”.

Richie hugged Eddie again. This one didn’t last as long, he pulled away since there was one last person he had to say goodbye to- “Stan”.

Richie’s eyes fell upon his brother. Stan’s eyes were red, puffy, and filled with tears. Richie could never say he’s seen Stan cry like this. And that was what broke him. The tears began to fall from Richie’s eyes, rolling down his cheeks like hot lava.

“Richie” Stan choked on his own words. He held up a hand, as if that would stop the sobs that threatened to spill from between his parted lips.

Richie took a quick step towards Stanley and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around the witch’s waist and lifted him up off of the ground. When he put his brother back down he held his hand up to go into Stan’s messy golden curls. He slowly pushed his head down so their foreheads would touch.

“You're the best brother I could’ve asked for” Richie sobbed, tears dripping down his face and onto the pavement below.

“I’m gonna miss you Richie” Stan whispered.

“I love you brother” Richie lifted his head up and saw Stan’s lip as it trembled.

Stan went in for another hug, that’s when he whispered “I love you too” to Richie and only Richie.

Richie pulled away and gave Stan a small pat on the shoulder. “Don’t overwork yourself alright Stanny?” Richie advised.

“Well don’t fuck up a kingdon Rich” Stan shot back with tear filled eyes.

“I’ll try” he replied with a wobbly smirk.

Finally, Richie took a step back, when he looked, there stood before him, The Losers. Behind him, on the road was a packed car that both Donald and Andria now sat in as they waited for their son. Richie knew his time was up.

“Bring it in Losers” He held his arms open. They didn’t need another invitation, they all made their way in with open arms as they enveloped Richie in a big group hug. Everyone had a hand on Richie whether it was his back, arm, or chest, they were all with him for one moment. It was filled with so much raw love and passion.

Sadly the moment came for them to let to. Richie looked up at them as they all stayed generally close to him, and well, if he was gonna leave he was gonna do it with a bang.

So with rapid speed he went in. He kissed Beverly’s nose, Ben’s forehead, Mike’s cheek, Bill’s forehead, then Stan’s forehead. Finally he gave Eddie one last love filled kiss with as much passion and tongue that he could muster.

They all stared at him with shock and amusement, “I love you guys so fucking much. And I will be back, don’t you ever forget that”.

They all yelled and shouted their goodbyes and various other things as the car slowly drove down the road. Leaving the six teens in the middle of the road in front of the Uris’ house.

Richie said he would be gone a week or two. But something deep inside of each and every one of them told them that things wouldn’t work out as they had planned. He knew well enough, they all did.

“He’s here” An older Wentworth told his wife, who was currently waiting anxiously by the window that overlooked their kingdom.

She immediately perked up, her eyes wide with shock and anticipation, “Really?” Maggie asked nervously. She aimlessly fiddled with the ring on her finger . “How can you be sure?”

The king went around and stood behind his wife, he slid his arms around her back and gently held her waist. He leaned forward, resting his chin on her shoulder. He whispered “Because the guards just saw the Uris’ car pull in”. Went felt Maggie tense in his arms.

She quickly turned, now face to face with her husband, eye filled with tears, “our boy is coming home” she whispered.

Went gave her a warm smile as he finally gave in and allowed the tears to come, “Finally”.

The two went in for a hug, holding each other tight.

A new voice cut through their tender moment, “Pardon” he caught their attention, the guard’s face filled with worry, “Sorry to interrupt you two but, he’s here”

Maggie slid from her husband’s grasp, taking his hand and pulling him as she followed behind the guard. They followed him down into the big entryway of the castle. The guard stopped before the massive staircase, allowing the King and Queen to proceed on their own.

Tha main entrance had large quartz pillars and a beautifully marbled floor. Sun shined in from the crystallized windows which created pretty rainbow patterns on the floor. In the middle of the farthest wall were two big double doors, the main entrance to the castle.

The doors towered over a small group of 3. The two made their way down the stairs and they quickly realized that the group consisted of Andria and Donald Uris. They stood on either side of a teenage boy, their son.

The Uris’ noticed the King and Queen pretty early on, but they still listened to their son as he talked about how nervous he was. When the Tozier’s reached the final step, Donald nudged his son, grabbing Richie’s attention and directing it to the royalty that stood before them.

There was maybe about 20 feet that separated them. The moment Richie turned towards them, Maggie stopped. She froze where she stood with Went by her side, her arm had been linked with her husband’s. But for a while she just stayed still, taking in the boy- the man that stood before her.

He has changed so much. Okay of course he’s changed it’s been over a decade but aw, look at him! His black curls, ah! He has my curls. His eyes are just like Went’s though, soft but I know the look they’d give when he gets mad. It’s him- it’s-

“Richie?” Her voice was just above a whisper. It was filled with shock and disbelief, because deep down she never thought she’d see him again. Yet here he is.

The sound of his own name caught his attention. The young dragon recognized that voice, it had been so long, but he still knew it as the voice of his- “Mom?” his voice broke as his posture sagged just like something had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Oh Richie” Maggie whispered, her arm slipping from her husband’s so she could rush forward towards her son.

Richie took a step away from the Uris’ and ran towards Maggie. Her arms wrapped around him the moment he got close enough. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders with one hand holding his head. She held him tightly as if if she were to let go he’d slip through her fingers, again.

They were both in tears. Richie could feel his chest heavy with every breath he took, eyes hot with burning tears. His head was tightly tucked into the crook of Maggie’s neck, the shoulder of her fancy shirt she had been wearing was now dampened with Richie’s tears.

Maggie was the first to pull away, only because she had to see her son’s face up close. She moved her hands down to cup his face, “My boy” she kissed his forehead.

There was so much more she wanted to say, how every day she has hated herself because she couldn’t be what he needed. She couldn’t protect him, she couldn’t stop The Cresent, hell I fucking sent him away the moment he began showing those goddman powers-

“Son” Went’s voice was soft, unlike his usual stern voice he normally used as a king.

Richie looked at Maggie, he gave her a small nod with a warm smile and teary eyes.

Maggie took the hint and took a step back from Richie, her smile wobbled as she wiped a tear from her cheek.

Richie turned around and gave his dad a small once over before he opened his arms up just as Went leaned in and enveloped his son in a Hug. The two slowly leaned away at the same time. Went’s eyes mirrored Richie’s, tear filled.

“Look at you” He cracked a small smile.

Richie’s cheeks burned, a chill went through his body when he felt another hand on his back. Maggie came up beside Went. The king wrapped an arm around his Queen.

“We…” Maggie started but she couldn’t continue.

Good thing Went knew his wife and swooped in “We know we weren’t there for you for, a long time-“.

“But we’re here now” Maggie cut in, the tremble gone from her voice, replaced by a steady, proud voice. “And we want to be here for you from now on” she declared.

Richie’s eyes started to tear up again, “I-I’d love that” he nodded quickly.

They all leaned in and hugged. It was filled with the love of a family finally back together. Richie felt so happy, and complete.

When they leaned away, Went turned towards the nearest guard “Gather the Council, tomorrow we celebrate, the Prince is back” he declared.

Word Count: 2767

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detectivejigsawpines · 4 years

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Hideous Creatures part 4 (Day 1-Ford)

The first day of the competition dawned with the brothers Pines standing in the clearing, in front of two large golf carts which had been decorated with a number of protective spells and wards, and had large red question marks painted on the roofs (an extra decorative touch on Stan’s part).

Both of them had dressed up to the nines for the occasion: Stan had used some of his unicorn gold to actually buy himself a tailor-made black suit, complete with scarlet bow tie, and slicked his hair back off his forehead. He was also still wearing the fez, which had been brushed and cleaned to perfection, making him look like a rich carnival barker.

Ford, on the other hand, went with a nice dress shirt and slacks and (despite-or perhaps because of-Stan’s opinions) a wine red sweater vest, all under a long brown trench coat-fortunately the weather had cooled down enough that he wasn’t in danger of having a heat stroke. His own mess of curls had actually been combed as neatly as he was capable of, and he’d remembered to shave and trim his sideburns today. Tucked in his pocket were notecards to help him remember the lines he’d carefully rehearsed, and under his arm was a spare journal filled with useful notes about the doings and history of mankind.

The two men were decidedly not looking at each other as they waited for the group of tourists to come.

“Guys, come on!” Dan, who was standing next to the golf carts, said for the umpteenth time. “This is stupid! If you really wanna settle your differences, do it with something MANLY-like arm wrestling, or a caber tossing competition! There’s no need for any of this!”

Neither of them even acknowledged him.

Dan sighed, and rolled his eyes.

“I’m gonna go split a few trees into firewood with my bare hands,” he muttered, stalking off towards his truck.

********

No sooner had he driven off than a crowd of unique creatures came out of the woods, many of them species that neither of them had ever seen in Gravity Falls Forest before. Stan looked gleeful, probably pleased that the word about these tours appeared to have spread. Ford just adjusted his collar and went over his lines in his head again as his brother stepped up to greet them.

“Welcome, ladies and gentle-tourists, to the Tours of Mystery, where you can unlock the secrets of humanity by observing real live humans in their natural habitat! Who’s ready ta have their minds blown?!”

A blonde woman standing at the front of the crowd, wearing a pair of sunglasses perched on top of her head and a whole lot of aqua eyeshadow, burst out laughing.

“Oh man, you’re a riot!”

Stan’s mouth widened in his “oh man after all this time I still got it” grin. “Anything for you, gorgeous!” he told her with a wink; she simpered and giggled. Just for an instant, however, Ford thought he could make out a flash of mandibles in her mouth, and stifled a smirk.

Stanley has no idea what he’s getting himself into flirting with her kind.

“And over on my left you’ll see Dr. Mystery, the dumbest smart person that ever lived!”

“Hey!” Ford protested, glaring.

“I’m just callin’ it like it is, doc.” Stan’s smile was unrepentant. He looked back at the crowd. “He’s gonna be givin’ the other tour today, so if you’d just form inta two groups, please-one’s gonna go with the boring tour, the other’s gonna go with me!”

Ford whirled on Stan. “Or, to put it another way, if you come with my tour group you’ll be on the one that will give you genuine, factual information!”

The group, probably thinking this was all part of the show, laughed. But they did start splitting up and getting into the two separate carts.

Ford stood by his cart, waiting as the various monsters entered his cart, accepting their payments as they climbed in.

And then his blood ran cold as his final passenger approached: an ancient birdlike woman (literally, her arms were wings with clawed hands at the ends, and her feet were webbed like a duck’s), still handsome and straight-backed in her old age, and peering down her hawklike nose at him.

“I look forward to your little presentation, Stanford,” she said, her accent faintly Greek and clipped, and still enchanting despite the disdain behind it.

Ford groaned inwardly as the grandmother of the siren he’d briefly dated climbed into the cart, sitting in the seat right behind his.

Great. Just great.

********

Ford really did not understand Parthenope. The whole time he had dated her granddaughter, she had made her disapproval of him quite clear. But she seemed to view his breaking up with her as even more of a personal insult, regardless of it being a mutual thing for them.

“Eleni is doing well,” she said icily as he drove towards the town hall.

“That’s good, Ms. Parthenope,” said Ford with an inward sigh (the sirens did not have surnames to speak of).

“She says she’s thinking of going to the Gulf of Mexico for school this fall, instead of the Mediterranean as we were expecting.”

“Mmm.”

“I suspect outside influences have affected her judgment; she never acted out like this before she dated-”

“THE TOWN OF GRAVITY FALLS was founded in 1842, supposedly by a man named Nathaniel Northwest. My research, however, has led me to the conclusion that he was not the true founder, but I have yet to discover who he replaced or why the truth has been covered up.” Ford parked, and removed some of his notes from his pocket, ignoring the old siren's outraged stare. He cleared his throat, and began reading from them.

“Part of my suspicions come from some of Gravity Falls’s more absurd laws and precedents, such as the ‘Finders Keepers’ law, in which anyone who possesses a legal document corresponding to a property can claim legal ownership of the property. As unstable and greedy as Mr. Northwest was, as exemplified by his death by attempting to eat a tree, I don’t think-”

“What’s that mean in English?” called a voice from the back; several others laughed.

“...If you can get ahold of the deed for a property, even by theft, then the property is yours.”

“Sounds good to me!” the same voice boomed; by turning around Ford saw that it was a large manotaur with a bone through his nose and muscles the size of cantaloupes. “My bro Mascular told me about this place where they have tons of magic Idiot Boxes-can we go there so I can take the deed for it?”

“No!” Ford snapped. “Those are not Idiot Boxes, they’re called televisions! And I’m not going to assist you in stealing the deed for the store!”

“But you said it was legal!”

“That doesn’t make it right!” He stuffed the note cards back into his pocket, seeing that the opportunity to teach them some of Gravity Falls’s history had been lost. “Next we’re going to visit the library!”

********

The rest of the tour was more or less the same. The manotaur kept arguing with him that he should show him where the electronics store was because he wanted easy access to Idiot Boxes, until Ford finally drove to a barbecue restaurant and let him get some ribs to shut him up. And then of course everyone else wanted some ribs too, and he had to keep track of what everyone took so he could secretly pay the owners back later.

There were members of the group who asked honest questions about the human world, and seemed genuinely interested in things like how electricity worked, or how humans got along without magic, but most of them seemed to be bored out of their minds at his explanations (he actually saw several of them falling asleep while he was describing the invention of the lightbulb).

And Parthenope’s scornful commentary in his ear the whole time didn’t help at all.

By the time Ford drove back to the forest and the tour group departed, he was mentally and physically exhausted from being around so many people.

He leaned his head against the steering wheel with a sigh, feeling a headache beginning to blossom.

I need to up my game if I ever want to beat Stanley.

#flipside au #stan pines #ford pines #mystery tours #stan being mr mystery #ford being dr mystery #both boys being stupid #and stubborn

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masosade · 4 years

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Maso’s Escape

Warnings: Contains mentions of torture, lots of blood, mentions of vomit and, obviously, violence

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"Rise and shine! It's another beautiful day to get tortured, you useless bag of shit~" Alice sang as she entered into the dark, musty chamber, which smelled worse every time, she felt.

Unlike her prisoner, she was refreshed and well rested after a peaceful night in cuddling with her sweetheart. It was the first day back in the Grimdark Office after her stay ('VACATION' as Birch insisted stubbornly) at Morayne's Office, which sat quiet and undisturbed most of the time and Alice was ready to return back to business, to start anew with fresh motivation, and that meant taking out the trash first.

She kicked the limp form sitting in its chair to wake it. Its four arms were shackled to the tattered armrests and its feet, bare and bruised despite not having moved in the last months, were bound tightly to the chair's legs.

The figure reacted slowly, first flexing its hands and then lifting its head up at her, like it had just been woken from a nap. Which it wasnt — Alice had made sure Maso had been unable to sleep ever since she caught him.

Sure she could’ve just let Melissa torment him with his own personal nightmares, but nothing felt quite as bad as not being able to sleep. For months.

Any sane human would’ve broken down at that alone. But Alice prided herself in creativity when it came to cruelty, so depriving Maso of his sleep was just one in many tactics she used to utterly break his spirit.

She grabbed a handful of Maso's hair and yanked it back, forcing him to squint up at her.

"Didnt you hear my greeting?" She sneered. "It’s only polite to return it."

His eyes were unfocused, confused, bloodshot. Dark rings circled his lids both where his eyes were and where he used to have an extra pair, which had been self inflicted mutilation. He was a sad, mismatched mutation of two Stanleys brutally fused together under the name of science, and now this pitiful body only housed a broken soul. He was doomed to die alone in misery and Alice couldnt be more pleased.

Pleased because, no matter what he endured, she had suffered far worse at the hands of the god he sacrificed her to back in spring. No matter how he hurt, he had inflicted more pain on both her and her loved one. There was no room for sympathy in Alice’s eyes.

Maso’s gaze finally focused and instead of the look of fear Alice was expected, he simply grinned. It stretched slowly from one side to another, like syrup pooling reluctantly out of its glass.

"Heyyy," he croaked hoarsely. By now his vocal chords had endured torment of its own with his screams and incessant rambles followed by weeks of silence. It was awful to listen to, he sounded like rusty hinges grating on sand.

Alice's glee disappeared and she dropped his head, wiping her hand on her dress in disgust.

"What are you smiling at?" She snapped.

"Eevvvery time I look at you," Maso began, but stopped. He straightened up and flexed his hands again.

"...every time, I think about how funny it was to watch you get your ass kicked by Cipher." He finished, grinning. Impishly. A sure fire way to get Alice pissed and she would’ve smacked him across the mouth earlier, but something had distracted her.

"Whats wrong with your hand?"

"Aww, dont you remember? You cut off four of my fingers last month."

"Yes. Last month.” Alice took one of Maso's hands and pulled it up to examine it closer.

Maso's smile widened, but she didnt notice.

"It’s bleeding. It hasnt scabbed or infected or even healed in any way." The blood oozing out of the dismemembered digits wasn’t black or tainted, it didn’t even smell bad. Even if he had simply rubbing his wounds against the chair to keep it from healing, it would’ve been infected by now, surely changed into a sickly dark brown or worse, pulpy with pus.

Alice looked down and noticed a giant puddle of dark liquid pooling at their feet, soaking into her boots and what remained of Maso’s shredded clothes.

'The blood would explain why its so wet in here but...'

"But thats impossible."

The smile had changed into a big, shit eating smirk.

“If you’ve been bleeding since last month, then that would mean you wouldnt have any blood left by now. You would be a fucking husk, or dead, or—”

Alice stopped. She stared at the hand she was holding up to her face and realized with an onsetting dread that she shouldnt be able to hold his hand this high if it was shackled...to...the...chair.

Maso brought his knee up and kicked her in the stomach. She dropped his hand and stumbled, doubling over in pain. If she had anything in her stomach, she would've lost it but nothing came out as she retched and gasped for breath.

"Oohhh yesss," Maso sang, his voice suddenly a lot stronger and less hoarse than he made it out to be. He got up from his chair and stretched leisurely while Alice heaved at his feet.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that. Oh, that felt so good!"

Alice turned her head up to look at him and regretted it instantly when he kneed her in the face. A loud cra-ack filled the room and she cried out in surprise and pain as bone shattered.

Maso cackled with utter glee while Alice cradled her broken nose, blood streaming down her face and dripping onto her dress.

"Man, you don't know how often I've fantasized about beating you to a bloody pulp! I thought ol' Jonny was cruel but you give that word a whooole 'nother meaning!" He grabbed her by the hair like she had done earlier and yanked her head up.

"You know, if I were as evil as you, I would drag you the chair and do a little repeat of aaall my memorable sessions," He grinned. "Show you just how well I paid attention to your lessons. That's what they were, weren't they? Lessons to teach the bad boy how wrong he was~"

Alice spat a mouthful of blood at his feet. "Y-you couldn't-" She rasped. "They would find out- you wont get away w-with this--"

"Wanna bet?"

He leaned close and Alice flinched, expecting another hit. But he didn't strike her again, at least not the way she expected.

“Maaybe if they’re distracted..”

Maso smeared his bleeding hand across Alice's face, mixing it with her own. He laughed at her disgusted expression and let go of her hair, letting her crumble down onto the floor, right into the old pool of blood. From up close she realized she had been mistaken. It wasn't blood, or not just blood. She was sitting in water, water ran from the ceilings, from the walls...from Maso's pores.

It churned with unseen forces and the ground seemed to give way underneath her, pulling her down through the opening doorway.

"Calypso says hi," Maso purred.

Alice scrambled for halt, but her arms felt heavy and her mind was filled with paralyzing dread. It felt like it had in her time out in the Void, where she was trapped with the Creature that whispered the most awful things known to the Universe into her thoughts, filling her with despair undescribable for words.

It was coming back to get her, She lay dormant in the depths of the waters now threatening to swallow Alice whole.

The sheer panic couldn't move Alice's muscles as she pleaded for something to give her halt and keep her from sinking back into Calypso's grasp.

Maso smirked and tipped an imaginary hat at her.

"See you later...ooor maybe, see you never again! I wish you endless sufferings in your path~" He taunted and sauntered out of the door, once again leaving her to die at the hands of Calypso.

She tried to scream for help, but found her throat strung shut by the suffocating fear now coursing through her veins.

She was waiting, eagerly and there was nothing Alice could do to break free and save herself from drowning-

Just as her head dipped underneath the surface, something yanked her back, hard to knock what little air she had left out completely.

Alice hacked and coughed, trying to refill her lungs desperately. Still blind in panic, she crawled away from the hole where the water licked at her ankles, ready to drag her back in. But something had changed and only when she had collapsed, shivering, in the corner, did she realize what happened.

The necklace, the one she had made for herself and Melissa only hours prior had warmed up. The blood red gem was glowing, creating a barrier of warmth around Alice as she shivered, knees drawn to her chest. The portal seemed to hiss sinisterly but the tides couldnt reach Alice past the protective bubble and so it retreated, reluctantly, slowly, making sure Alice knew that it was going to try again, and more viciously than before.

Alice watched it retreat, not daring to blink before it had vanished completely. Only once it was gone for good, did she ease. Dizziness replaced the terror she had felt mere seconds earlier and she was just able to call for help before she collapsed, this time unconscious, onto the dirty floor.

#x drabbles #x dont leave me here alone #long post

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