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overnowsfcb · 5 months

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halfway out the door; fermín lópez

summary: fighting to keep a little flame alive underwater, you couldn't lose the only stable thing in your life

warnings: ANGST!!! (no good ending) mature language, mental health issues (panic attack, anxiety, emotional distress), relationship struggles, unhealthy dinamics, brief mention of smut themes. if any of these topics makes you uncomfortable, i advise against reading this story.

word count: 3,3k

note: hiii! it's me again, this time posting for my sweet boy (who is not as sweet in this story) fermín. im planning to do something with all the 1989 vault tracks x barça players. so take it as the first from the series!! also, apologies if the angst hits hard, promise to post fluff next time (its a bit of challenge for me haha) super excited about this and would love to hear your thoughts or suggestions! – venus 🫂💐🫧 p.s.: im so proud of this one tbh

He didn’t seem to have enough time for you anymore. You didn’t want to see the subtle twist, but you knew him all too well and an imperceptible change for everyone was an imposing earthquake in your world.

It was in the hours that your messages would be waiting for a response and the way he wasn’t starved to taste your lips anymore. Once, he’d find an excuse to be with you, even if only for brief minutes. He’d dash to your apartment bearing your favorite chocolate with the pretext of keeping you fed. A smile brightening and your stomach still produced the same fluttering butterflies, as the first time he kissed you underneath the moonlight at fourteen.

Back then, everything was perfect, the chill air in your faces as you ran with sand getting between your toes, you could still feel his timid hands and tender touch on your waist as you both shared a breathtaking kiss.

Your mother's words echoed - relationships don't last forever. You'd always dismissed her musings, attributing them to the bitterness stemming from your father's departure. But now, that thought held a glimmer of truth.

He was your soulmate, your solid backbone, he would hold the candles for you even if his arm grew weary, drawing strength from unimaginable places. Unseen pictures would fill his phone, capturing your candid moments, proudly setting you as his lock screen. One cherished memory stood out: a photo of you, pajama-clad, returning from a late-night ice cream run, a victorious smile on your face. You had lost a bet that day, darting to the store at 1 AM, just a street away from your building.

However, now everything appeared to be falling apart; the last picture in his gallery folder, titled 'I love, mine, mine, mine,' dated back to July, and it was already November. It contrasted the warmth of July with the chilling absence of recent affection.

Yearning for something to blame, tears seemed futile as memories replayed relentlessly, etched deep within your heart. Each sob felt like a painful reminder of the emptiness in the cold, desolate bed without him by your side. Staring at it blankly, your mind echoed the silent void, your chest tightening with every expelled breath.

Sleeping alone always felt unbearable. You reached for your phone, gazing at the lock screen displaying a snapshot of both of you in a summer pool. His outings with friends never bothered you; you accepted that he was now part of Barcelona's first team, and you weren't his priority. However, deep down, a simple goodnight message like "Sweet dreams, Pip, I love you" was all you silently longed for. Was it too much to ask from someone who claimed to love you?

The absence weighed heavily as you saw the clock strike 4 AM. This hour always induced a sense of dread, a time too late to sleep, opening the gates to wandering thoughts about life's choices. Moving to Barcelona for him might have been a hasty decision.

In Sevilla, there wasn't much to lose. Your little town overwhelmed you, especially under the weight of your living nightmare, your mother and her pursuit of perfection. That was until she married your toddler brother’s father, her focus shifted almost forgetting about your existence.

He was your escape from that suffocating environment. Initially, it felt liberating, but gradually, it became confining again. The cage expanded as you became his pillar while his name was in everyone’s mouth, especially girls who found him attractive. The weight of being his support, witnessing the attention he received, caused an internal storm. But he wouldn’t change you, right? Yet, the conflict brewed within, the tug-of-war between being the support he needed and holding onto your own identity.

You grew tired of waiting for him, tossing and turning in bed for ten minutes, before finally succumbing to sleep, cocooned in blankets to ward off the cold.

Abruptly opening your eyes, hours later, your body spasmed and your heart raced, reflecting the recent struggles with sleep these days. Observing to your side, relief washed over you; he lay there peacefully, an arm draped over your waist.

Tears welled in your eyes, a sense of loss filling your chest. Deeply in love, you realized your first waking thought was about him, albeit taking a negative turn.

What if I lose him? What if I lost the lighthouse in the middle of the sea? The uncertainty of the waters and the potential fall weighed heavily.

You wanted to get back to those times when you smiled as you landed your eyes, his body next to you, where blonde strands of messy hair framed his face and you delicately organized them while you talked and kissed every morning, staying in bed like an old married couple, feeling each other's warmth, laughter used to fill the air as he playfully booped your nose.

The weight of invisible hands squeezed your chest, making each breath a desperate gasp for air.

You didn't want to feel this anxiety; your breath became erratic. Rushing to the terrace, you breathed as if your mind forewarned a trailer of what has to be.

Struggling to regain control, your hands tightened on the cold railing, a reminder of the grounding reality you struggled to grasp.

Peering down, the height induced paralysis, intensifying your vertigo. "y/n, estás bien?" (are you okay?) His concerned voice, muffled and distant, struggled to penetrate the thick fog of panic, fear rooted you in place, afraid the floor would fall through if you made a step.

"Amor, háblame." (darling, talk to me) He approached, unsure. This panic attack was the first in years. His hand on your shoulder offered reassurance like an anchor, and you emerged from the state, meeting his gaze with your tear-stained eyes; he was still your gentleman. He was still yours.

And you needed to repeat it to stave off madness.

"Abrázame," (hug me) you whispered in a fragile plea. His arms enveloped you, he was the refuge that you needed; his familiar scent eased your breathing.

His head on yours, he sought to share his heartbeat, attempting to quell the sudden anxiety and the questions that haunted your mind. His furrowed brows hinted at his confusion, but conversation could wait. For now, it was about you. The one who never failed him; he couldn't fail you now.

When your body distended completely, he gently guided you back to bed. You clung to him, as if he could run away at any moment.

You walked to your side of the bed and he tucked you in like no one ever did before, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead, an attempt to dissipate the negativity.

“What time is it?” you inquired, looking up at him.

“Six a.m., sleep. ok?” He stroked your head, and your eyes closed under the weight of fatigue. “I love you so much.”

Days passed after the incident. He chose not to ask more about the reason behind your anxiety, he decided to act as if everything was fine.

This didn't imply he lacked concern for you, but it certainly felt that way. His demeanor towards you was still unchanged.

Feelings unaddressed hung in the air, manifesting in the cold kisses and the superficial small talk that never deepened. But, in front of everyone, you maintained the façade, accepting compliments from everyone about your seemingly perfect relationship. Only if they knew the underlying truth…

Yet, you personally sensed his gradual withdrawal, a palpable feeling of him slipping through your fingers. The strain became evident as you found yourself having to repeat things that were important to you at least three times, only for him to continually forget. Or the lackluster pecks he gave you, making you feel pathetic.

Although feeling unwanted, you weren't a resentful person, so you would religiously sit in the stands at every game and witness how he gained fan's hearts with outstanding performances on the pitch, earning the title of man of one of the champions league matches and you loved how the stadium echoed his name as he made an incredible goal.

You found joy in his happiness, doing his thing with the team of his dreams. In that moment, your mind transported into a different time – those moments when you stood by his side, offering comfort during his moments of self-doubt, back when he believed his dreams would forever be just that – dreams.

His satisfaction meant the world to you. Meeting him as he emerged from the dressing room, already showered, you couldn't help but admire how his wet hair framed his face.

A big smile adorned his face as he approached you. Opening your arms, your bodies collided as he effortlessly lifted you spinning around, creating a whirlwind of laughter that filled the air.

Once he gently set you down, you couldn't contain your pride. Cupping his cheeks, you locked eyes with him. The sense of accomplishment and joy was overwhelming. Your lips met his in a deep, meaningful kiss – one that hadn't been shared in weeks, but in that moment, it felt like the perfect reunion.

You believed this moment marked a fresh start, a much-needed rejuvenation to propel you forward. That optimistic outlook, however, disintegrated after he bid you farewell at your apartment, scrolling through TikTok on your couch, a video of his post-match interview caught your eye, and an involuntary smile crept onto your face.

His voice echoed through the video, captivating in its beauty. The interviewer's final question lingered in the air, "Who are you going to celebrate this with?" Anticipating a mention of teammates, family, and you, you were bewildered as the final words left his mouth – your name conspicuously absent.

And in that instant, the realization struck: he hadn't kept his promise to do a heart gesture to include you in his celebration either. But you decided to let it slide; perhaps it was the adrenaline coursing through his veins that caused him to forget, and you were willing to overlook it.

You turned on the TV to avoid your thoughts. He no longer watched movies with you, and lately, the time you spent together felt like his phone held more allure than anything you did to catch his attention.

Without even mentioning that he wasn't fucking you lately, offering excuses of exhaustion from training or unexpectedly halting any progress when things got heated and leaving your folds wet.

But still, your mouth stayed shut, justifying every action. What you didn't know is that only one drop was missing in the glass before it overflowed – the last straw.

And eventually, the bomb exploded in the least suitable scenario. You stood by his side, his arm around your waist, desperately wanting to take his hand out and shout your feelings in front of everyone.

You didn't want to be there; you longed to be at home with your fluffy cat, who offered more comfort than Fermín did in these past months.

He was so smooth about it, engrossed in the conversation with his friends, seemingly oblivious to your distress. You whispered in his ear that you needed to get home, you weren’t feeling at your best, the strobe lights blinding you, the music pulsating louder than your heartbeat. It felt like water was reaching your nose, and you feared you'd stop breathing any moment.

Yet, you stayed, like a naive girl striving to make everything perfect for her lovely gentleman. But was still that gentleman who put you above all else?

The voices and laughter from his friends overwhelmed you. While you genuinely liked them and had never encountered an issue before, this night seemed a challenge you couldn't survive.

Your gaze darted around, hoping for a savior amid the sea of faces. But there was no one.

The air seemed to get thinner, and your chest constricted, as if locked in a slowly tight embrace. The blue dress discomforting your skin, felt like an additional layer of confinement, fantasizing to shed not only the fabric but also the skin beneath.

It was as if transparent walls were materializing around you, and this was the moment to escape a place to which you didn't belong, feeling like a misplaced puzzle piece, you watched him again with pleading eyes, silently urging him to notice you.

“Fer, really, I need to go home.” You whispered, careful not to let his friends overhear. He scanned your gestures, it took him a few seconds to realize that something about you was off. You wish he had seen it earlier.

Everything he did was later than you needed it, when he did the things, you have already fixed yourself into the uncomfortable.

“Okay, let's go.” He nodded and he finally took out his hand off your waist, allowing a momentary exhale. Greetings were exchanged with his friends and you reciprocated, not wanting to show an impolite image.

Almost running, your feet propelled you outside of the disco, pushing people out of your way, without waiting for Fermín.

The doors swung shut behind you, plunging the abrupt silence upon your ears. Relief washed over you.

Closing your eyes, you took deep breaths. You needed to hold yourself like the grown woman you were and not cry. As the doors swung open and closed again, you turned to find Fermín, a frown etched across his face.

“Why didn't you wait for me?” his voice held a trace of anger, making you shiver. Realizing the street wasn't the place for such a conversation, you began walking towards the car, your feet aching from the high heels worn that night.

He hurried to catch up, the tension palpable. When the car alarm reached your ears, signaling it was unlocked, you opened the door and entered as quickly as you could.

Sitting there, attempting to adjust to sudden silence, you sensed his presence beside you.

Leaning back into the headrest, you brought your hands on your face.

He started talking again. “What's going on you?” you hesitated to face him, reluctant to confront those expressive brown eyes you memorized like the back of your hand.

As he insisted again to hear a response, anger got to your head. Without warning, you exploded, all the carefully restrained words meant to preserve your relationship pouring into a torrent.

“I'm just so damn exhausted! I feel like I'm invisible. I ache to be seen, to matter in your eyes again. I’ve been here, baring my soul, and it feels like you're a million miles away.” Your scream echoed, tears smudging your makeup. You saw the weight of his actions settling on him as his eyes reflected comprehension. A sob escaped your lips, he stood frozen. “I'm just asking you to hear me, to truly see me, and realize that I'm shattering inside because I've already fought too much alone for the person who I thought I would marry.”

He shook his head, a boy who had always the right words now seemed that they left their mind, leaving him defenseless. A hesitant pause filled the car.

Lips parted, but the sentences seemed to dissipate before finding form. It was as if they were navigating a maze of thoughts, searching for the right words to offer comfort or understanding, yet coming up empty-handed.

You got tired of waiting, you've been doing it for such a long time, you almost felt old. But if he just opened his mouth, you knew you would forgive him. “Let's go home.” You whispered, disappointed about a man who you were calling the love of your life.

He gripped the steering wheel and hit the road. Memories flooded back of the anecdotes shared in that white car, now slipping through your fingers like ash.

You pondered the absence of rain, almost expecting the heavens to open up. Wasn't it obligatory for the sky to weep when something magical began succumbing to rationalism?

When you arrived at the house, he finally was able to speak. “I'm so sorry for everything that I caused you.” He didn't know if physical contact would be well received from you. So he gripped even more the steering wheel, needing to make something with his hands, getting out the tension.

“What happened to us, Fer?” your heart-wrenching question hitting him. You were already talking in past tense.

There wasn't an exit for this situation, and he knew that. He wished he could build a time travel machine and make everything alright, fix the first mistake that led to this big snow ball that was making an avalanche. “I-I don't know.”

“I think I'm coming back to Sevilla.” you confessed, stepping out of the car. Your headache due to the tears that you've been letting out and your eyes were puffy.

As you stood outside the car, the quiet suburban street provided a bleak contrast to the storm raging within your emotions.

Fermín, still gripping the steering wheel, searched for words that could somehow mend the gashes that had formed between you two. The realization of the inevitable distance settled on him like a heavy cloak.

“I never meant for it to come to this,” he finally uttered, voice heavy with remorse. “I let things slip away, and I can't forgive myself for that.”

You, caught between the pain and the need for resolution, gazed at him with a mixture of sorrow and longing. The familiar surroundings of the neighborhood seemed to transform into a backdrop for the end of something significant. You already knew you were never coming back here.

In the distance, a streetlamp flickered, casting intermittent shadows on the pavement. You took a deep breath, the chill in the air stinging your lungs, and said, “Sometimes, we have to go back to move forward.”

His eyes, filled with regret, met yours. “Is there anything I can do to make things right?”

But the answer remained unsaid, it wouldn't be fair to give him instructions and keep rowing and carrying him while he was just there. Wounds were already too deep and your energy was drained.

You turned away, the distance between Sevilla and this quiet street growing smaller in comparison to the emotional gap that now separated you two.

The door creaked shut, marking the end of a chapter that perhaps, in the unfathomable depths of your heart you didn't want to admit that you anticipated it.

In the solitude of your apartment, surrounded by echoes of shared laughter and the ghost of a love that once flourished, you confronted the daunting task of rebuilding your world. The faint glow from the streetlamp outside cast a melancholic light on the remnants of what was.

Fermín, still parked, felt the shared years withering in the blink of an eye, something you had been discerning for a torturing amount of time. The engine hummed softly, an averse companion to the lingering regret in the air. As he drove away, the distance between your hearts seemed insurmountable.

You watched as Blaugrana, your Calico fluffy cat, approached you unawarely of everything surrounding her, you sat on the wooden floor with her purring next to you. The sparkle of her collar made you remember how your life was bound to be lived with Fermín forever, in that collar your initials were carved. You didn't want to fall back to this cruel reality.

You even commanded yourself to religion to save your relationship, months before. Night after night, you poured the essence of your yearning into prayers addressed to Aphrodite, beseeching her to weave the threads of love and passion back into your relationship, to restore its former glory. Each whispered plea carried the weight of your sincere desire, a desperate hope that the goddess of love might heed your call and guide your connection to the blissful days of yore.

But even that didn't work. And you realized the hug of what you thought would be a fresh start unraveled into the deceptive clarity of terminal lucidity. Now you would hear the eternal melancholic tone of the complete loss of vital signs. Forever.

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rashomonss · 2 months

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A HUMANS WRATH

Part XV

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a/n: hey y'all!! yay i finally updated haha….im so sorry it took so long if you’ve been keeping up with my other posts you’ll know that february was not good to me haha

also i wanted to let y’all know that we’re finally reaching the end of this story!! i plan on only making a few more chapters then i believe that’ll be all!

lastly thanks for all y’all’s patience and continued support I love reading every one of y’all’s comments and theories, it means the world! love y'all ♡

warnings: violence, fighting, angst

express just how you feel, don’t bottle it up anymore

“MC how are you? Even though I previously saw you everyday I’ve missed this you” Diavolo said with a bright smile as you joined him for breakfast. No thanks to Barbatos’ constant pestering.

You gave him a polite smile and nod as a response. It was easy enough to come up with a basic answer that you were fine, even if that wasn’t the case at all.

However as he ranted on about missing you and what activities he’d enjoy doing with you after he finished his paperwork you couldn’t help but feel nauseous.

After all he dislocated your shoulder the other day and now he was acting as if everything was perfectly fine?

Even if it was another version of him it was still him in a sense, which filled you with unease. If that version of him could do something that significant to you without so much as a thought then you had every right to be worried.

Is this how the other version of you felt?

Is that why they hated being touched by any demons?

Another hearty laugh broke out sending a chill down your spine. It reminded you of when he cornered you in the hallway as you tried to escape.

“MC are you sure you’re feeling okay? You look a little pale?”

You went to nod but your body betrayed you. A new wave of nausea washed over you and you felt bile rise up in your throat.

“MC…?” Barbatos questioned as he moved closer to you when you ignored Diavolo’s question.

Your fingers gripped the soft tablecloth as you tried to ground yourself. If anything you refused to lose your stomach in front of them.

Both demons looked at each other worryingly and Barbatos went to place a hand on your shoulder for comfort. Immediately you jolted in response and slapped his hand away as a sensation of fear became present in the pit of your stomach.

You had no idea where it came from, much less why you were scared when the butler reached out to help you. But you did know one thing, you didn’t want anyone touching you.

“Don’t touch me!” you yelled.

Your tone of voice startled him and Diavolo but mainly you as well. What was going on with you?

You never acted like this before, even when staying in the other timeline for so long. So why now? Why was everything anyone was doing so triggering you in any sort of way?

“I apologize…I didn't mean to upset you, I only wanted to check if you were okay,” Barbatos replied as he backed off. Even though he didn’t bother showing it, he was clearly worried about your current mental state. It appeared to be out of control ever since you returned. Which was another point he’d have to bring up with him later, since many instructions weren’t followed.

“…I’m…heading back to bed” you replied as you swiftly stood up and made your way to the door.

“But…you just woke up” Diavolo said softly but you were well out of range for his voice to actually reach you.

With a sigh the butler looked to his lord then to the floor. Maybe they weren’t the right demons to welcome you back after being gone for such a decent amount of time. It was better if you were around demons you were used to, ones that were comforting.

So he picked up his D.D.D and quickly called the first demon that came to mind.

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Seven bodies rushed towards you faster than you could process and some large beautiful roses were shoved in your face as you tried to process everything that was going on.

All seven of your demons began talking at once and exclaimed how much they had missed you.

“Oh MC! I can’t believe you’re back, I’ve missed you so so so terribly” Asmo cried as he clung onto your shoulder.

“Hey let go of them!” Mammon yelled in your ear as he tried yanking you away from Asmo.

“Stop pushing” Belphie groaned as he hugged your frame from behind.

“Mammon stop yelling so loudly” Levi shouted out as he was hugging you from the same side Asmo was.

The other three demons who weren’t suffocating you were also arguing with their brother as they clung onto you. Yelling and shouting could be heard from all around you as you stayed in place watching all seven of them yell back and forth like children.

It was too overwhelming. The yelling in your ear, the way one would hold you tighter if they got mad, the way four of them were putting all of their body weight on you was too much for your liking. And the fact the other three were aggravating the four who were holding onto you.

You felt so suffocated.

You were suffocated in your own timeline due to your willingness to indulge all of the seven demons you lived with.

You were suffocated in the other timeline because you decided to show some demons some kindness they hadn’t experienced for a very long time. Look where that got you. A dislocated shoulder and some unresolved issues that you refused to acknowledge.

You were suffocated with the prince and his butler. They always were on some type of schedule, and when you didn’t follow what Diavolo wanted at that very second, you would never hear the end of it from Barbatos.

Why was everyone so demanding?

God forbid you do something for yourself for once.

You struggled in their grip and tried to get their attention to possibly settle down. The constant loud yelling was getting you more agitated by the minute and frankly you were getting a headache.

Just as you were about to speak someone yelled over you and a fight between two of them broke out. Since you were absolutely fed up with it you shouted for all of them to shut up and pushed them off of you.

Each of the seven demons shut their mouth in an instant and the prince and butler looked at you with a worried expression. Due to that being the same tone of voice you used with Barbatos earlier he knew that something was obviously wrong.

Diavolo then spoke up for you as he walked over to the brothers. “Don’t mind them, a lot is on their mind right now especially since they’ve dealt with so much physically and emotionally these past couple days. So please give MC some space to relax”

You in turn shot him a glare. “I’m perfectly fine. However I don’t appreciate it when someone is screaming in my ear and putting all their weight on me while others are fighting in the background like children”

“How about you head back to the House of Lamentation. A lot is on your mind MC, it would do you good to go rest in a place you’re comfortable and familiar with” Barbatos then added trying his best to ease the tension in the room and change the topic as well.

With a nod you departed with the brothers about fifteen minutes later for a silent trip to the House of Lamentation. Each of them were too worried to bother you so they all left you to do your own thing when you all got home.

However Mammon was still going to try to comfort you in his own way.

“Hey MC, ya wanna hang out and watch a movie? I got a few in my room and we can relax” he asked with a soft smile as she walked up behind you.

“Thanks but I’d rather rest right now, maybe later” and before he could even finish you were off.

It was odd, during any other time you would’ve enjoyed hanging out and relaxing in his room like you used to but as of now you really wanted to just be by yourself.

So quietly you made your way to your room and when you opened the door you were absolutely applauded by the way it looked.

Everything was everywhere and the decorations you had of you and your demons were ripped and taken down. Clean clothes were piled onto a chair and your bed was an absolute mess as a few shits and things littered the floor.

However you were too tired to take care of it at the moment. Due to how emotional exhausted you were a nap sounded lovey so you plopped down and in minutes you were out.

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Around late afternoon you had walked into the kitchen to grab a snack since you didn’t exactly have much of an appetite after everything that had happened in the past two days. Surprisingly enough two demons were already occupying the kitchen when you arrived, one gossiped and the other listened even though he was believably bored.

“MC” Satan said with a smile, he was very grateful that someone showed up to stop Asmo’s rambling.

With a nod you dug through the fridge and grabbed something to eat and walked over to the two hesitantly.

“What are you both talking about?” You asked after they stayed silent and smiled at you.

Amso was the first to perk up and tell you. “Well we were just talking about some new gossip about this one actor and her husband, some people we know and you…well the other you”

“The other me?” You asked

“Yeah the one you switched with remember.” Satan added.

You nodded and then looked at them before responding. Just how did the other version of you act? Were they like the other Barbatos said? Angry, stubborn, and everything. Did they treat your demons like how they’d treated theirs? So many questions ran through your head at once, but you opted for only asking a basic one.

“So just how was the other version of me?”

“They were a bit intense at first…no I take it back they were really intense at first, but in reality they only wanted one thing in the end then they finally were content” Asmo said as he reapplied some lipstick to his lips.

“Really what did they want?” You asked, now interested in the other versions' motives.

“They just wanted an apology. After Belphie gave them an honest heart to heart in the planetarium they finally calmed down and we were able to be civil with them” Asmo explained.

“Yeah and they even started opening up a bit, although they were exactly like you so learning about what they liked was cute since we already know what you enjoy” Satan added with a smirk.

You tuned out the rest of the conversation they were having with you as you focused on the said “apology” Belphie gave the other version of you.

So it was true and they weren’t lying when they talked to you previously in the attic. Somehow that ticked you off even more.

“Oh yeah and we’re so sorry you had to go through all that crazy timeline stuff dear, I bet it’s been so exhausting huh?” Asmo asked as he rubbed your back.

“Uh huh” you replied and then brushed him off as you excused yourself out of the kitchen without another word, causing the two demons to look at you with a slightly confused expression.

Silently you paced around the house for a bit as you rethought about what the two of them said. With a sigh you ventured into the common room and stared at the fireplace. So you were worth a basic sorry but not one that took responsibility for all the damage they caused you?

It’s not as if their words actually meant anything. Honestly if they had been keen on sweeping the whole incident under the rug then why even offer the other version of you an apology?

They did it to better help them heal?

Bullshit.

What about you?

How come they could do that for anyone else other than you?

When you’ve helped them so much.

Your rage and jealousy had been bubbling up inside you for so long that it finally reached its breaking point.

If anyone was supposed to receive any words or actions of their forgiveness it should’ve been you and you were tired of pretending you didn’t deserve anything less than that.

In a rage you trashed the common room as Asmo and Satan watched in horror since they just happened to walk by.

They rushed to try and stop you but you used your pact to stop them in place as you broke everything in sight. The sound of yelling and glass breaking alerted all the other demons in the house and soon the rest of them watched in awe as you demolished anything in your path.

Mammon ran to you as you ripped the roses they all bought for you and tore them to shreds right in front of them. When he reached you he grabbed you by the arm and you shoved him away and yelled at him in response.

They all just kept getting in your way, it was so unbearable.

As the six demons froze in place due to their activated pacts you picked up one of the large vases Lucifer loved and proceeded to lift it up to throw at them.

“This is all your fault! Look at what you’ve done to me” you screamed out to the six demons standing in front of you. Your cry was not one of just anger, they could sense the sorrow in your voice. The way it cracked and longed to just be healed.

You wanted someone to comfort you and the ability for someone, anyone honestly to just acknowledge what had happened to you. Maybe then if they did you could finally feel like your feelings were valid, rather than unnecessary and pointless.

Fresh tears fueled by pure anger and frustration fell from your eyes as you got ready to swing the vase at the six of them. That was until the youngest brother rushed in front of his brothers and spoke.

“This is my fault MC, please don’t take it out on my brothers” Belphie said as he stepped in front of the six of them, shielding them with his body.

“No it’s not just your fault. It’s all of your faults. Don’t feel too special Belphie, you're not the only one out of your brothers who has tried to kill me.” you spat out.

“Each of you have threatened to end my life at least once ever since I’ve been here, and believe me I haven’t forgotten a single moment of it. Unlike before I continued to ignore what happened just like all of you but I’m fed up now.”

The seven demons looked at themselves then back at you and sighed.

“MC we’re truly sorry, you know we-“ Lucifer began.

“I don’t want your apology. It means nothing to me anymore. Especially since you can go and hand it out to whoever now” you replied swiftly, cutting him off in the process.

“Then if I truly can’t make you believe me I’ll show you.” Belphie then said quickly.

“And how do you expect to do that?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of your body.

“Take it out on me.”

“Excuse me?”

“All of your anger, everything you’ve had building up. Punch me, hit me, choke me, do whatever you need to do so that you don’t have to feel this way. I know my apology means nothing to you, and believe me this is much more selfish of me to ask you to do this but I want to make it up to you MC. Even if you’ll hate me for the rest of your life I want you to get the closure you deserve. I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you. For as long as I live”

Your eyes widened slightly as you looked at him in shock. You hadn’t expected him to actually respond like that, much less take responsibility for everything that had happened.

“Belphie-!” Beel began, he was still standing back with the others, but the worried look on his face was apparent as he watched his twin pour his heart out to the person they both cherished.

Belphie shook his head at his twin then looked back towards you. “I promise MC, I’ll show you how much of a better demon I can be. So go ahead”

The six demons behind you watched as you slowly approached the youngest hesitantly. Surprisingly enough he still had the same soft smile on his face as he watched you come closer.

Then you swung.

With a swift punch to the face, right on the nose Belphie stumbled back and grabbed his face as a small drop of blood pooled out.

You swung again.

And again,

And again.

As you watched the youngest fall to the floor you continued. And for some odd reason you didn’t feel bad about how beat up he was beginning to look.

Instead you finally felt a form of closure for the first time.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me angst #demon brothers #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me levithan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos

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spennsrs · 7 months

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Hi! I noticed that your requests are open and that you are a Spencer simp (same!!) so I was wondering if I could request something with him? Anything really, I just think that the world needs more Spencer Agnew fics :))

TYPE OF WRITING: one sided pining drabble CONTENT CREATOR(S): spencer agnew of smosh SONG REC: my type by saint motel MARNIE'S NOTE: THE WORLD NEEDS MORE SPENCER !! i hope this satiates not only your need for more spence, but also my need lawl ... also spence is 100% besties to lovers type guy... also mayhaps part 2 in the future???

from: spenner 🐌 ' [y/n] ' ' [y/n] answer plz ' ' are u dead ' ' is this because i won at mario kart ' ' heeeeeeeeey ' ' im off work and im booooooored '

[y/n] lifts the pillow from their face, the constant buzzing of their phone making them frown. they pick the phone up, scrolling through the notifications. youtube... threads... x (you stick your tongue out... elon you bitch, twitter was fine)... a goofy smile tugs at their lips at the onslaught of texts from their best friend, spencer agnew, and as more came in.

from: spenner 🐌 ' my best friend, [y/n] [l/n] is dead!!1 ' ' haha get it ' ' family guy reference ' ' see [y/n] this is how much i need u in my life ' ' im making fucking family guy references '

they simply watch the three dots, signaling spencer was typing as more and more texts were sent by the curly haired man, shaking their head. finally, they decide it was enough torture for their poor friend, typing out a few texts. they giggle as the three dots disappear for a moment, only to reappear.

to: spenner 🐌 ' chill out you funion fuck ' ' im here ' ' unlike some people, some of us have lives while our best friend is at work '

this was a lie. they had (very shamelessly) not answered spencer in favor of catching up on their favorite tv show.

from: spenner 🐌 ' about damn time ' ' i was dying without you ' ' soooooo whats the plan can i come over or ' ' also funion fuck?????? '

to: spenner 🐌 ' so you can eat my food? ' ' ig you can :/ '

there was no response, and [y/n] had reason to believe spencer had either pulled a fast one and was now ignoring them, or was on his way. they opted to believe the latter.

they hurriedly get up to clean up what little mess there was, knowing spence really didn't care.

ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ

spencer arrived at [y/n]'s apartment, sticking the key into the door and unlocking it. he got an odd thought as he stepped into the apartment, his mind wandering into what if territory. it was dangerous, sure... but it was hard when he had developed this huge, heart wrenching, heavy crush on his best friend.

he shakes his head when a voice calls out. "spencer? that you?" he chuckles at [y/n]'s voice, they knew the answer. but he decided to tease them.

"spencer who? it's a robber, announcing my break in. here i come!" he can't help but cackle as his best friend's head comes into view, frowning deeply. "yeah, yeah, it's me. literally the only other person that has a key to your apartment, dumbass."

"not true! angela and amanda have a key!"

a pang stung in his heart, but he shrugged it off. they were [y/n]'s friends, spence, chill. he was not about to be jealous over coworkers.

he makes his way to where [y/n] was, in their room with a sigh. he flops onto their bed dramatically, much to [y/n]'s amusement. they pat his leg before sitting back at their laptop, scrolling through their email. a comfortable quiet falls over the two, the only real noise coming from the soft clicking of keys from the laptop.

spencer turns his head to gaze at his friend- or, the back of them... not that he cared. this had become a common thing, him coming over to just.. decompress from work. he loved his position at smosh, but [y/n] was really his rock. they had been a constant in his life, keeping him grounded. he owed a lot to them... but he guessed it wouldn't be long before the whole crush thing began. how could he not? they were such a genuine and loving person, they accepted spencer for all his weirdness and even parroted it back to him. with [y/n], he could be himself, his true authentic self. not a facade he had to put on in front of a camera, not the one he had with other friends, he was himself with [y/n].

he slowly smiles as they turn their head to check on spencer, a soft pink painting itself on their cheeks.

"stop staring, weirdo. not a good look." "can i not stare at my amazingly gorgeous best friend?"

next thing he knew, spencer was laughing as a pen was chucked in his direction, sitting up.

one day, he would spill it all to [y/n]. but for now... this dynamic was good enough for him.

#marnie's writings #smosh #spencer agnew x reader #angela giarratana #amanda lehan canto #amanda and angela mentioned !! my favs fr #smosh x reader

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onedayimgonnasnap · 1 year

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(Idk if your requests are still open, if not feel free to ignore this <3)

But ok ok hear me out. Part 2 of the meeting Floyd’s parents in which it’s Mrs. Leech doting over you n stuff!

Have a wonderful day or night :)

HURRAY!! :D

Im kinda excited you are asking for a PT2 Ngl-

Meeting His Parents PT2

Floyd X reader

Warnings: None really but maybe cursing

You were scared, terrified. Both Mrs. Leech and Mr. Leech was taking you by the arm on both sides and carrying you away throughout the mall.

They were buying you clothes, new shoes, jewelry even. WHERE ARE THEY GETTING THIS MONEY. You already knew Floyd and his family were basically in the fish mafia and you knew the money they are spending on you is probably obtained illegally.

This made you scared, because the moment they buy you stuff with that money now you’re officially in their gang. You’re dead, if the cops are arresting them you’re most likely gone with them. Is this a threat? Maybe.

You were at a cafe with both of the parents staring at you as you took a sip of the hot chocolate in front of you. This is extremely intimidating.

They’re both giving you the famous leech smile you’re familiar with from their antichrist of sons.

You offer an awkward smile, awkwardly let out a laugh.

“Sooooo, how are you both?” You let out a small laugh trying to break the silence.

“Darling, aren’t they just adorable?! Howd our son land such a cute darling fishie?!” Miss leech yelled clenching her fist clearly trying to control herself from squeezing you to death.

“Our son must have blackmailed the poor unfortunate soul.” Mr leech giggled in amusement.

“Aha” You fake laughed.

“You know when Floyd was still a tiny eel he used to steal human food and bring it to the ocean only for it to be ruined and soggy?!” His mother said, laughing uncontrollably.

“Yes I do recall how sad he was eating the cold and soggy, he tried it once from land that a human put down next to the ocean as a sacrifice.” He laughed uncontrollably.

You also started to begin to laugh as they told you the most embarrassing stories about your boyfriend.

Floyd was upset, the people who created and raised him took his one true love Shrimpy. And he was abandoned in the school prison.

Azul ended up going there to laugh at Floyd and Jade then paid the money after realizing who’s gonna give him free labor-

He found out through a rumor and from over hearing Trey laugh about it with Riddle who was honestly waiting for this day to come.

As soon as Floyd and Jade got out. Oh boy all hell was gonna break loose Floyd was gonna find his Shrimpy.

———

While you were laughing with his parents you got this horrible chill down your spine like something bad was gonna happen. And immediate panic set it- Oh shit.

“SHRIMPY-“ A familiar dramatic voice cried out from the doors of the cafe you were sitting at with his parents.

‘Oh god no.’

He immediately spotted you and like an abnormal Titan started running to you. You got up and was about to run away till he threw his big body on you and tacked you to the table.

You couldn’t breathe.

“Oh Shrimpy how I missed you so much- you have no idea how they treated us there. It was horrible.”

“Floyd it wasn’t that bad haha.” A similar amused voice said behind him Jade clearly amused.

“Oh boys just in time we were just telling MC how much you used to pee on the seaweed-“

“MOM” “MOTHER-“

#disney twst #twst #twist x reader #twst x y/n #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #Disney #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd

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sunrisemill · 2 months

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✮From the start✮ pt.3

Chris and y/n have always been inseparable, they’ve always relied on each other but what happens when one of them falls?

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.4 Finale

Chris’ pov

(2 months ago)

I toss and turn in my bed but can’t shake off this horrible feeling. She's been acting weird and distant lately, I feel like I don't know her anymore…are we still friends? The other day we were watching a movie on my couch, and she looked so sleepy. I couldn't help myself, I put my arm around her and the only way I could describe the look on her was pure horror. Did I do something wrong? Did I go too far? Did I smell or something? I groan into my pillow as those thoughts flood my brain. I have to talk to her. I rip the blanket off of my body and slowly sit up “Alright Grandpa. Do you need help with that?” I feel my lips curl up into a small smile at the memory. She never did give me a break, god forbid I'd let out the TINIEST noise bending over “You okay Grandpa?.” “Do I need to take you to the nursing home already?” Her voice rings through my head as I stand up, I glance over at the alarm clock on my bedside table, 12:22 it reads. God, I hope she’s awake. I can't go on like this anymore.

~~~~~

“Y/n.” I whisper-shout as I stand below her window. I know she’s up cause she has her lamp on “I bet she’s blasting her music, that girl’s gonna go deaf.” I grumble to myself. I smirk as an idea comes to mind, I pick up a small pebble and throw it towards her window creating a small tap noise. “Oh, my precious Y/n. I cannot bear another second without your gracious company.” I say in the most dramatic tone I can come up with. Not long after that I hear the sound of a squeaky window being opened. “Now what the actual hell was that?” I grin as she pokes her head out of the window. God, she looks beautiful… “what? I thought you liked corny shit like that. You're always making me watch that cheesy ass rom-com, what was it now… 12 going on 22?” I ask in a teasing voice. Of course, I know it's 13 going on 30, how could I ever forget her favourite movie? I even watched it without her so I could memorize the wedding scene that she does not stop talking about. “Haha, Chris. You're so funny.” she replies with a PAINFULLY sarcastic tone. “Why are you here anyway?” I take in a deep breath. “I wanted to talk to you, could you maybe…come down here, my neck hurts.” I watch her let out a soft chuckle as she retreats her head back, she's gonna come outside and I'm gonna have to do one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. She can't hate me…can she? I mean, she could after this. Y/n hasn't always been the best at expressing her emotions or telling me how she feels, she just shuts down. My thoughts get interrupted by the sound of her back door sliding open. I don't know how she does it, she could be wearing a trash bag for all I care and she would still take my breath away. “Hey…” I whisper as my voice fails me. “Hi?” I watch as she hugs her body to shield herself from the cold. “I was just- I was wondering…are you okay?” Her body stiffens and I just think…oh shit. “I'm fine, Chris. Why wouldn't I be?” The coldness in her voice could send a chill down anyone’s spine “Y/n, I can tell when there’s something wrong. Why can’t you talk to me? Im here for you.” I take a step toward her but she steps back. C'mon Y/n, don't do this to me. Let me in. Just talk to me. I silently plead to her as her face contorted into a look of annoyance. “I've told you a hundred times already. I am fine. Why can't you comprehend that I don't need a saviour. It's 1 am, go home and sleep like a normal person for once in your goddamn life.” My breath catches in my throat as her tone gets more and more cold as she speaks. What happened to the Y/n that I know? The one I fell in love with… “you know what…” I swallow as I feel tears brimming my eyes. “Im done dealing with this. I care about you but you couldn't give two shits even if you wanted to. Do you know what you are Y/n? A fucking coward! Oh, how dare somebody show even the littlest bit of concern for you. I bet you’ll just forget about me, You'll get a new best friend and fuck it up the same way cause you're too much of a pussy to confront your feelings. I tried helping you but you're hopeless.” I wipe away the tears that fell from my eyes and huff before storming off in a fit of rage. I slam the gate to her backyard behind me, leaving a shivering, startled Y/n behind. Even after all of that…I cant help but still love her.

(A/N: Omg this took so long to come out cause my laptop decided to break but I finally got it fixed YIPPEE!!!! I hope you'll like this cause I feel like I cooked with this. Don't ruin my confidence)

Tags: @guccifrog

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader

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patheticwomenlover · 3 months

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Play with me

Young Neil x Gen!Neutral Reader FIC cw: EXPLICIT NSFW Minors pls DNI ! ♡

Summary: You invited your boyfriend Neil to come hang out with you while Wallace and Scott were at a party, which leads to you giving him a blowjob in bed, but Wallace and Scott end up coming home right before he orgasmed. Scott was not amused.

a/n: Hi! First post on Tumblr~! I'm cross-posting this from my ao3: PatheticMenLover! Thought I'd expand my work on here too. I want to do Hazbin Hotel stuff too, seems like most of the fandom is here haha. I've just been doing SPVTW stuff, this one being my most recent one. Though, I hope you like it. <𝟑

You, Wallace, and Scott are close friends. You all share an apartment and a bed too. Some people would say it is a little strange to share it with two other people but honestly it wasn’t too bad. Especially since you and Scott could not really complain, Wallace practically pays for everything aside from your Xbox 360.

If anything, you, and Scott are considered leaches. You do plan to move out sometime soon and live with your boyfriend Neil. You’re still in the works of getting a good apartment, so for now you’re stuck with a loser and Wallace. Don’t get it wrong, they are good roommates, aside from the face that Wallace bangs his boy toys in the same bed you and Scott sleep on. But…not like you guys can complain because again, he pretty much pays for everything.

You just do not want to feel some random guys jizz stain on your leg. You’re still horrified that one time where there was fresh semen on the bed and you swiped it off, thinking it was lotion but…eventually came to realize it wasn’t, thanks to Scott.

Anyhow, that leaves you here, alone in the apartment relaxing on Wallace’s armchair watching tv while Scott and him had left to go to some party. They had invited you to tag along with them but to be honest parties were not your thing and you do not enjoy socializing with random drunk people. Ironically though a party is where you met your current boyfriend, Young Neil... or well just Neil. He looked so lonely at the party. At the time you noticed he had come with a group of people, but they just parted ways, so that left him alone in a corner with a bored look on his face.

So, you walked up to him, made conversation and surprisingly it went very well. And by made conversation, you meant flirt heavily. He had a chill; calm personality and it went well with yours. Not to mention…he was adorable. How had nobody gone up to him and flirted with him before you is a mystery. After the party you two exchanged numbers and kept on talking until he very shyly asked you to date him, and how could you say no? And so far, the relationship has been going great.

Now back to you. 2 hours had passed since Wallace and Scott left you and it was an understatement to say you were bored. All you did was watch tv, play on your xbox, and eat lunch. You had the apartment to yourself and could do what you want, but why did it feel so boring still? It was because you were doing It alone.

So, you decided to call up your boyfriend Neil and ask him to come hang out with you.

“Oh, hey babe, what’s up?” You could tell by his tone he was happy to hear from you. “Hey Neil. You wanna come over? I’m at Wallace’s apartment.”

“YES!…ehm.. I mean, yeah whatever that sounds cool.” He quickly collects himself, which earned a giggle on your end. That boy was so cute it hurts. “Are Scott and Wallace there? Are we all hanging out or something?”

“Nah. Just us. They’re at a party and won’t be here until….im not sure honestly. I can’t tell with them. Is that okay with you?”

“Perfect..!” He said quickly. “Good! Then I’ll see you when you get here, yeah?”

“I already left the house.”

Today was going to be great, you just know it.

After awhile of waiting for Neil to come you finally hear a soft knock on the door. You quickly got up and fixed your clothes and hair to make it look more presentable and then headed towards the door and letting Neil in. He had on a large puffy coat, jeans, his normal shoes and to top it all off a fluffy hat covered his soft hair. You also noticed his nose was red, poor boy must have had a small cold. Afterall, it has been snowing a lot recently, especially today.

“Hey b-babe!” It was so cold you could see his breath coming straight out of mouth. “Hey baby. Come on inside, you look like you have a cold.” He nods happily as he steps right inside, and you close the door behind him. “You think I look sick?” He asks while a sniffle leaves his nose as he takes off his puffy coat and sets it aside on the armchair. “You have a cold. Have you noticed your nose is red?”

He tries to cross his eyes to look at his nose. “Hmm. No, don’t see it.” A giggle escaped your lips. “Wait..does that mean we can’t make out...or cuddle?”

“Nah. I’d still kiss you.” You grab his hand and drag him to the bed. “I’ve been playing Sims 3 and Minecraft all day, it’s boring so when you’re alone.” You grab your controller.

“Do you have castle crashers?” He grabs a nearby controller.

“Of course. Wanna play that?” He nods.

“Good choice, one of my favorite games.”

“…dibs on the purple knight.” You playfully push his shoulder. “Hey!- I wanted that one!”

After a few hours of playing Castle Crashers, you two eventually got bored of it. Not because the game was bad, oh trust. But because of the stupid bat boss, could not get past it. So annoying…! Anyways, instead of playing more Xbox games you decided to cuddle up with him under the covers while you watched him play on this Gameboy Advance. He was playing Mario Kart Super Circuit as Luigi.

You snuggled your head into his shoulder while you watched him play. “Babe.. are you sure you don’t want a turn? Is It really that fun to watch me play?” He asks curiously.

“Mhm. You make cute faces when you’re focused.” He sticks his tongue out in concentration. “Huh?..sorry what’d you say? I had to get back in first place.” You snorted. “You’re cute.”

You get closer to him, you lift your leg and placed it over his crotch. His face flushes. “Haah…y/n..you’re..um….you’re distracting.”

“Distracting? Can you elaborate?”

His eyebrows furrow. “Y…you’re trying to make me lose..! I wont let you…”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You tease. “I’m just trying to cuddle with my lovely boyfriend, can’t a person just—”

“Mhmm..”

“Oh?”

You feel a growing bump on your naked knee. It didn’t take a genius to understand what that was. He had gotten a boner from your leg laying on his dick. “Y/nnn….” You look directly at him. “Yes?”

“…I’m hard.”

“I know.”

There were a few seconds of silence between you two. “Want me to take care of it baby?” He furiously nods with flustered face. “P..please….b-but first let me finish this—”

“You can keep playing it while I suck your dick.”

“Wh- wha?...you want me to do that..?” He stammers. “Go ahead babe. Pretend like I’m not even here, kay?” You proceed to get under the covers while also getting in between Neil’s legs. His boner was more visible from this angle. “Pretend like you’re not here..?...that’s gonna be h..harrd…but okay.”

You placed your hands on top of his covered dick. You could already feel him throbbing. He breaths with a mix of anticipation and nervousness as he gripped his Gameboy tightly, attempting to concentrate as hard as he can on his game. You then put your fingers in-between his boxers then sliding it down all the way to his knees. His dick immediately sprung up with a string of pre-cum trailing down the base of his dick from the tip.

“Ohh? You were REAL pent up weren’t you?” His heart starts to race as you grab his dick. “F-fuuuck. Don’t…don’t go too fast….you’re gonna make me c-cum early again like last time..”

“Haha..don’t worry, Neil.” You kiss the tip of his dick. “I’ll try to make you last as long as possible. Just focus on your game.~”

You were going to be the death of him.

He watches you with a mix of awe and desire as you kiss and started to slowly stroke his dick. You could also feel him squirming underneath your touch. He felt warm sensations coursing through his body, but still managed to focus on his game somehow. But his eyes did occasionally flicker to your eyes.

“Ah…hnnm…”

You extended your wet tongue to the base of his dick, then began to lick from there towards the tip of it. His pre-cum tasted a little salty. “mmm~ you’re a good boy aren’t you?”

“Ughn…” A shiver runs down his spine as he tries to keep his focus on the game, but your tongue and touch were already so overwhelming. He lets out soft gasps whenever your tongue glosses over his sensitive tip. “Y…yeah..I’m your good boy….” His whimpers out, his voice barely audible. His eyes continuing to dart between the screen and your movements, his body was growing more tense with each passing second. It just felt too good.

You wrapped your lips about his tip, sucking on it gently. You also used your other free hand to caress his inner thigh. Neil’s body lifted slightly, and he grips his Gameboy tighter as your warm mouth had engulfed the tip of his dick. He bites down on his bottom lip, trying to stifle the series of moans that threatened to escape his soft lips. The sensation of your hand on his thigh and the pleasure from your mouth sent waves of ecstasy through him. “y/n…g..ghhn…ugh!” He struggles to keep his focus on the game, it was getting increasingly difficult for him to both face fuck you and continue playing the game.

You started to take him further into your mouth, his dick hitting your throat each time your lips met his messy pubes. Your tongue trailing over the veins on his dick then back to his tip and then back to the veins. Neil’s head falls back onto a pillow as loud moans escapes his lips, his body trembling with pleasure. He could feel himself getting lost in the sensations, at this point the game had fallen from out of hand, he had forgotten it as he surrenders to the pleasure you’re giving him.

You then could feel a hand being placed on top of your head, gently pushing you further down. “Y..yes…just like that…you’re amazing…” His free hand grips the covers of the bed, and his breath became more ragged. You completely took your mouth off his dick and used your hand to stroke him quickly. “Gonna cum for me baby? You wanna cum on my pretty face, yeah?”

Maybe you were just hearing things but..was someone outside the front door..?

He pathetically lets a few tears fall from his face as he gasps sharply. His mind was going blank with pleasure, too much was going on he couldn’t think of anything else except you. He couldn’t help but let ot a lew, guttural moan, hips involuntarily twitching In response to the intense pleasure. “Y-yes!...I..I can’t hold back much longer…n..need to cum..” He struggles to form coherent words, completely hypnotized by your hand.

Keys entered the lock of the front door. Someone is here.

“Cum for me. Now.” Your trail your free hand from his inner thigh to under his shirt, caressing his chest. As for your occupied hand, your hand kept his dick busy with your fast paced strokes. “I-Im…y/n…I’m so close…ssso so close…don’t stop pleeease…”

The front door opens. Wallace and Scott enter the room before noticing..-

The intensity of your hands pushes him closer and closer to the edge, you consumed his mind entire;y. He lets out a final string of incoherent moans, his free hand gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles were turning white as he approached his climax. “Y-y/n…I’m…I’m gonna…c-cummingg!!” He rolls his eyes to the back of his head and arched his back involuntarily as he finally reached his peak, releasing his cum onto your face with a final, shuddering orgasm.

A string of cum landed on your lips, to which you licked it off. You then stuck your head out from under the covers to see Neil’s tired, exhausted face. He had tear stains on his cheeks and he was breathing heavily. You chuckled at this. “I hope I didn’t go too hard on you babe. You okay?” He looks at you with a small smile before quickly dropping it when he noticed you had visitors.

“Uh..y/n….” He mutters. You tilt your face at him with confusion. “What? What’s wrong? You’ve came on my face before.” He shakes his head. “I-its not that its just uh..”

“What?”

Neil lifts his hand and points right behind you. You turned your head slowly to see….Wallace…and Scott. Both, horrified, Scott more so. They just witnessed their friend give a blow job to their other friend, and it didn’t help that you still had his cum on your face.

“uh….hey guys. How was the party?” You nervous asked.

They said nothing for a few moments until Wallace spoke up. “I never knew you had that in you, y/n.” He teased. Scott however, wasn’t amused…at all. “We..y/n… we sleep on the same BED!...Y-you’re face is covered in—!”

“I KNOW.” You embarrassingly wiped it off from your face and Neil quickly pulled up his boxers and pants. After this incident Scott tried to ban you from bringing Neil over, even when both of them were there. But since Scott was considered a leech too, it didn’t hold any value to you. As for Wallace, he found the whole thing amusing, but…he very gently asked you to not fuck him on the bed…. despite him doing the exact same thing. Apparently, he’s the only one allowed to do that. Fair enough since it was his bed after all.

That’s not gonna stop you from inviting Neil over again. ♡

I was lowkey struggling how to format this. Tumblr is killing meeee

#scott pilgram takes off #scott pilgrim takes off x reader #young neil #young neil x reader #x y/n #use of y/n #fluff and smut

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rebloggedsunsox · 6 months

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HOLD IT!!!

SPOILERS FOR THE FNAF MOVIE UNDER THE CUT!!! PLEASE GO WATCH THE MOVIE IF YOU HAVEN'T AND WANT TO BEFORE READING!! This is your given warning!

Thoughts I'm scrambling together as fast as I can just off the top of my head. Im back from the cinemas, and I first off can't say anything other than wow.

That post I made earlier about waiting a week to talk about it? I lied I'm talking now I can't not talk about it I can't wait the brainrot is far too strong LMAO so heres my ramble.

• The movie actually didn't feel out of place or too mashed together with series and new content at all. Some choices were definitely confusing from a game and lore background knowledge standpoint, but in its own universe and continuity it didn't hinder the overall quality of the movie. Still an extremely enjoyable time that didn't leave me frustrated or unsatisfied! And s big mention also to the fact that I went to see it with 2 friends - one who knew the lore like me, and one who didn't. The latter loved it as much as the former and I, no problems in understanding either! Lots of questions on what we knew afterwards, but no complaints all around!

• I think it's really good that they blatantly established that the animatronics, as kids and not when they were controlled by Afton, were just that: kids. They liked pictures and play and never wanted to hurt their new friend Abby. Golden Freddy is definitely a seperate problem that I'll get into, but they were all so cute together it warmed my heart so much :']]

• Mike was played very well by his actor (except for that one scene with Vanessa and the dry delivered "What are you scared of?" line), and I did grow to enjoy his character in the end. Definitely took me a while to get there though. I don't think his emotional connection with Abby was established very well in the beginning, but I think it was still remedied enough to be satisfying after everything had happened.

• The Balloon Boy bit was hilarious. He absolutely is that goddamn creepy, and they somehow MADE HIM CREEPIER in the film! I'm glad that he didn't end up posing an actual threat and stamping over the terror of the main 5, but I was definitely considering it in the back of my mind.

• Wow. Golden Freddy was intense. All the way through. From the phenomenal work of the child actor who played him throughout most of the movie, to the TERRIFYING animatronic who made its mark without even being in the movie that long? Wow. I'm definitely still confused about where the movie was trying to take the plot point of Golden Freddy's existence since a lot was left out and not really explained, but again, overall didn't make understanding the movie much harder. Just leaves me curious as to why they went with what they did. That scene at the very very end of Golden Freddy closing the door on Afton convulsing in the back room? Chilling. That actor played the part perfectly.

• CAMEOS!!!! Claps and cheers for Cory and the very brief Employees cameo! My theatre erupted into screams so loud that when MatPat was on screen in the diner, I kid you not I have 0 idea what he even said. Gonna have to rewatch it and see for myself. My friend who had no idea who he was got jumpscared by the theatre crowd itself and it was very, very funny.

• THE SONG!!! THE song for the end credits!!!! I broke out into singing so fast man, literally the best feeling and a wonderful way to bring the movie home right back to those who had been waiting for it for so long.

• The animatronics were incredible. Just amazing. All practical effects, fully built they were for most of that, right? Regardless, they really took my breath away in that movie. From their movements to expressions to their funny "haha uhoh robot moment" scenes. So so awesome.

• Vanessa's whole deal was probably where I was left the most confused. My whole crowd audibly gasped when she outright said that William was her father. So, the problem that I came to was,,,, basically all of it. Vanessa was told, by Afton, to make sure that Mike never found out what was happening at the pizzeria and to kill him if he got to close. Why hire him there then? Because he wanted to kill him himself? In order to get him to take Abby there to kill her? But non of that would have been something he was going to make happen if not by chance like how it did! She had no problem with Abby being there and playing with the animatronics one moment, and then made Mike ensure she was never going back the next. And the whole "I wont be much use to you if I go with you" said by Vanessa. I was assuming it was a Vanny mind control type sitch, but literally nothing happened? They argued, she shot him, he strangled her, he stabbed her, basically end of confrontation between them. She didn't do anything to hurt Abby or Mike at all? And her somehow knowing about Mike believing his dreams could change the past. Her connection was to Afton, not really the kids, right? Someone please tell me how they interpreted that whole thing, I really couldn't nail it down. Again, weirdly didn't damage my experience much? I guess I'm just used to some things not being understandable within the fnaf lore, huh. Im also just not hugely invested in Vanny/Vanessa's deal in the games either, so maybe that's why lol.

• Abby handing Bonnie the heart, and then Bonnie showing it to the others was the single sweetest thing oh my god. So adorable.

• It's me on the mirror. Glitching in the training video to show Golden Freddy. Mwah chef's kiss. Don't really know how the Its Me bit ties into this version of the lore but I really don't mind. The callouts made me giggle.

• That whole scene with the men trashing the place and getting murdered was madness. The tension was so thick, I love the atmosphere and how they really nailed it where it mattered in that part of the movie. The girl(Max?) Getting literally chomped in half was so unexpected. Poor Max, I can't believe she got roped into it. Also the???? Auntie said nothing about the disappearance of any of them either??? What???? Im only just realising that???? Why was she at all those court discussions with the lawyer again????

• No Honk Freddy's Nose bit. How dare they.

I'm gonna be thinking about this a lot, but thats all the points I have to make right now! I'll definitely comb over all my thoughts again, maybe post about them some more, we'll see. Really good all round, can't wait to watch it again when I get my hands on a copy of it!!! Id love to hear everyone elses thoughts on it too, and the possibility of a sequel? Thank you for reading!!

#everyone loved my cosplay I went in! I went as Bonnie in a human outfit wig and cardboard made Bonnie ears and everyone was really lovely #me and the only other person in costume (young kid in a fully decked out freddy getup) complimented each other and that was so sweet too <3 #FNAF #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #five nights at freddy's movie spoilers #we're tagging everything man I hope everyone who's going spoiler free has these blocked #sox speaks #if you also needed the disclaimer these are just my personal intial thoughts. if you dont like them all you gotta do is scroll on by bud :]

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everchanging-cryptid · 7 months

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live reacting to The Amazing Digital Circus Pilot because I just realized it came out

it’s all pixelly and then not, neat Ooh, ringmaster’s a fun character, love him

oh, Cain, like the Bible brother maybe?

Time loop?

Lol the flowerpot glitching through the floor

Hostile VR, nice

Haha, no swearing

I would very much like to live in this building

Can relate to Kinger, I too would love to chat with people about an insect collection

The ribbon guy reminds me of Will from the webcomic Nevermore

Blue screening when you need to come up with a list, same

I can’t tell if he’s gonna be a scary character or a funny character, that’s really cool

Why does the moon want to fuck him

Why are you like this

Ooh he’s hiding something yeah

Ok, he does not have control over minds, good to know, and he said “one of the few” so maybe he can’t control other things

Never tell a fae-like entity “I don’t care, just pick anything”

“Whaddya think of: *mouth keysmash*” lol

Pomni, that’s a fun name

“YOU PARASITE!!!” Had me laughing for like 2 minutes straight

Just pop the interrupting people

r u b b e r h o s e a n i m a t i o n b u n n y yeah favorite character material right there

I love how they all just talk over each other but you can still hear what they’re each saying

Assigned “Most Mentally Stable” at mental breakdown

Ooh, I see a bunch of X-ed out faces on the doors, did they get permakilled or something?

The framed artworks make me incredibly happy

Uhoh, Pomni went to the petrified place /reference

Where did you get a centipede???

Ooh that’s not good

he reminds me of a corrupted gem from Steven universe

Ooh that looks painful ouch

Love those broken object physics, beautiful

I love the sense of perspective, when the camera is further back and Pomni looks so isolated

I think Kinger might be the most relatable character tbh

Kaufmo just is not funny is he

God the comedic timing for Jax is PERFECT

RADICAL

Love a good bowling pin joke

Ok I take it back the comedic timing on Kinger is the best I was crying at the perfectly cut scream

Hmm I think poor kiddo Pomni here needs a break to cry

Ooh water cube room I like that

oh that’s terrifying they can just shoot faces at you

Well that’s certainly not Cain

Pfft they rock paper scissors and he won but did the thing anyway

“Oh.” *watches his hands float away*

HIS EYES DID THE CLOCK THING

Can the next person teleported in be a therapist because hot damn have we got some trauma up in here

:o barrel of monkeys! :D

NOOOO THE MONKEYS

Oh door?

Nope nope nope nope nope nope

Oh that’s some backrooms shit right there

Hot damn take a chill pill bro you already got him he’s dead

“This is dumb and weird.” Yeah im gonna quote that forever now thanks

“Ah thank GOD you’re okay, you didn’t experience a game show in there did you?” “Uhhhh… I— What are you talking about?”

Abstracted, like becoming abstract? Becoming just a vague feeling, a mere idea? Ooh that’s some good stuff right there

I too love the sound of a silent moving staircase

Oh this is gonna be fuckin terrifying I see how it is

Musty old computer causes mental breakdown? Interesting

C&A CAIN AND ABEL I FREAKIN CALLED IT YES oh that has some interesting implications now doesn’t it hmm souls trapped in a computer perhaps?

Oh shit it’s the void

I’ll take 5 wacky watches please

ha fourth wall break

oh Pomni is actually broken aren’t they

oh are those all the others who were crossed out

ooh healing spell

Pomni is not okay

analysis on digital eating okay sure

oh that’s an earth shattering ending oh my gosh I feel like I just experienced eldritch enlightenment

Can not wait for more possible episodes! It’s incredible, I highly recommend checking it out! ^^

#the amazing digital circus #digital circus #tadc

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Ian and Mickeys sexual chemistry is insane. Every time I see the dock scene I’m just like wow haha!! obviously now as a happily in love married couple im sure they slow things down more often, it’s sweet and sensual and they take their time! But also they still go at it like it’s a steamy affair you know 😂😂 They’re always gonna have that fire! They’re completely ruined for anyone else. I’m kinda obsessed.

oh their chemistry is unmatched. they were made for each other. the dock scene is definitely one of those moments that really drives that home! they throw themselves at each other! it's truly one of the hottest things i've seen on television. the tension snapping between them for them to come together like that? so ravenous? unparalleled.

they definitely get to take their time now! they have time to take each other apart for hours if they want to, spend entire evenings wrapped up in each other and getting to be so close. there's no sense of possible impending end. they get to feel each other forever, because they couldn't stop coming back together and now they're married! they fuck like they have all the time in the world, because they do!

but it's also so funny to imagine inexplicably dramatic reunion energy when they have to be apart for any length of time whatsoever. sometimes they relish their alone time, but other times it's unbearable and results in dock scene-level tension that culminates in the most fiery fucking. like ian spends the weekend with his brothers, and when he comes home mickey climbs him like a tree and sits on his dick like he'd been crawling out of his skin and dying for it for years. mickey goes out to, i don't know, run errands for a few hours and when he comes home ian stares him down and audibly whips his belt off and throws himself at him with such intensity that they end up fucking right there by the front door. sometimes they have absolutely zero chill about it.

#will forever be thinking about unnecessarily dramatic reunion fucking forever now it's so funny to me #i love them #gallavich #asks

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lume-nescence · 2 years

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Genshin Characters Playing FNAF

characters: itto, xiao, shenhe, hu tao

an: i was thinking about this a lot so i wrote it down! this might be ooc because i had too much fun writing this and i’ve written this at school. i haven’t really caught up with fnaf games so i relied on my personal knowledge, i apologize if anything doesn’t seem accurate [sob]

pronouns: you/your

genre: headcanons, pure crack

Arataki Itto

he’s all for it for games

video games? alright!

though it took you a while to explain how the game works because he’s like: “waitwaitwaitwait— what’s the button to shut the doors? OHHHH okay, okay, i got you. and what about the cameras?”

we love our himbo oni

expect him to scream at anything that pops up

like when bonnie/chica appears on either door

he SCREECHES and then brushes it off like “oh, that’s nothing. just a warmup.”

alright man

when he passed the first night he’s flexing real hard. “YEAAAHHHH YOU SEE THAT Y/N??? i passed the first night!”

“yeah good job, just four more nights to go.”

his laughing dies down like: “haha… im sorry what?”

i can picture the look on his face. pure shock.

and then when he saw foxy run up to the door he goes: “uhhh isn’t he supposed to chill at his little cave-“ MANS SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS FROM THE JUMPSCARE AND YOU COULD SEE THE LOOK ON HIS FACE

you’re just laughing at him, laughing even more that you see him immediately hide behind you after that

“we.. are NOT playing that again.”

“come onnnnn you’re backing out already?”

“UHHH UH YEAH no YES? NO? YEAH??? NO— YEAH? NAHHH”

i love itto sm

Xiao

tbh once you told him of the game he’s like: “you mortals and your amusement towards virtual-related matters.”

like bro we know we need to go outside more often

anyways, after tons of persuasion and pestering he gave in seeing there’s no way to avoid this topic

sitting down with your snacks, you see him being a total tryhard. checking cameras, the doors, all that stuff. he’s multitasking at this rate

you didn’t explain anything to him??? how does he know this??? and this is all new to him???

it’s kinda impressive but it’s eerie how he manages to learn all of that as he goes

you didn’t ask though because if you ever ask he’ll go “you have no respect for the-“ yeah we get it you’re built different

i can imagine him muttering “mortals find this terrifying? i don’t see what’s sinister in this virtual game. this is nothing.”

typical xiao

when he beats a night he’s so unbothered like “okay i won now moving on”

mans speedrunning the game with a straight face, he’s focused as you can tell

he could be a professional gamer if he ever tries to be one imo

he’s just so good it’s unreal

he knows what he’s doing

there’s times where he ALMOST dies and mans clutched it every time almost giving you a heart attack

not a single jumpscare appeared on screen

when he finishes the game he says: “there. i’ve completed your game.” and walks away leaving you flabbergasted and slightly traumatized from the many times he almost dies

what a pro gamer move from xiao

Shenhe

okay well when you asked her if she’ll be willing to play it she literally said yes no questions asked

when you mentioned it to be a scary game she assumed she needs to be involved since there’s “scary monsters”

so that’s probably why she took up the offer so fast

she’s sat, in front of the game screen, staring at it in silence

you’re there like “..okay so, these are the controls—“

“why’s this bear malfunctioning?”

“ah, so that’s—“

“is it a robotic creature?”

“yeah and—“

“huh, that’s interesting.. i’ve never seen something like that before.”

shenhe let us finish

but that’s alright because she has pretty privilege

she’d be the type to ask too many questions, sometimes questions you’ve never expected to be asked from her

“the cameras are used to watch over these creatures? the doors are used to protect the player from them? the battery percentage drains overtime by how much you use it for the functions around us?” “am i supposed to harm them?”

listen she needs this for scientific purposes

after a lot of explaining, she’s got it. she’s a fast learner

same with xiao, she’s speedrunning the game with a straight face. she may have gotten a few jumpscares but when she does she’s unphased.

“i know i’ve failed to surpass this night but is this supposed to scare me?”

LMFAO SHENHE

she’s good at the game, she’s like a casual player but she has a lot of persistence to beat the game and i mean a LOT

that’s cause she wants to you know,, attempt to stop the “evil” by beating the game <3

Hu Tao

this one goes to my upcoming birthday friend

hu tao LOVES scary things, so of course she’s going to play fnaf

she’d be the type to laugh at the slight and actual jumpscares

bonnie appearing? she giggles and shuts the door. chica jumpscares? she goes: “oh! heheheh looks like the chicken’s got me!”

hu tao how-

when you get scared by a jumpscare she’ll look at you and say “oh! y/n! you’re scared? not to worry! i will deal with this game, just watch!”

oh boy

she’ll be smiling the whole time while playing because she hasn’t done something like this before

tbh she’ll be like “this is more fun than taking my nightly strolls! this seems to be more interesting! i believe there’s something up with these creatures as well! and im dying to know!”

she’s having way too much fun

i can imagine when she passed a night she hums with the tune and does a little victory dance

she even took your hands and dance with her too

she really really loves the game, and she’s willing to play more of them <3

#✏️ lume writes #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #itto x reader #xiao x reader #shenhe x reader #hu tao x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact crack #genshin crack

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gojos-thot-patrol · 2 years

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Nanami+quirky/carefree reader. Maybe couch time and some wine idk

Destressing with Nanami Kento!

Thank you so much for this, I've had this rattling around my head for so long.

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You noticed the moment Nanami walked through the door, today had been particularly hard on him. He looked more ragged than normal, tie already loosened and eyebags starting to show themselves. You smiled softly as you walked over to him, taking his suitcase from his hand and placing a kiss to his cheek. "Long day?"

"You have no idea" he sighed, running a hand through his blond hair and taking off his glasses. "Gojo, he-" you shushed him ny putting a finger to his lips. "Its ok Love. You can tell me all about it later. Right now, let's focus on getting you relaxed."

He smiled softly at your breezey attitude as you pulled him to the couch, forcing him to sit. It always amazed him, your ability to be so unbothered by anything. The world could be crashing down, and you'd assure him that the best thing to do now would be live in the moment. You were ok with things being out of your control. Honestly, it made him kinda jealous.

He watched as you went to the kitchen to pour some wine. "Ya know, I was thinking, maybe we could play a little mortal lombat tonight, then watch some trashy reality TV till we pass out. Whatcha think?" You smiled at him through the kitchen entry way.

You were speaking his language. "That sounds wonderful" he smiled as you returned to him, handing him the wine. A cherry merlot, his favorite. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" Nanami asked with a weary smile, kissing you gently.

"I don't know, but it must have been something pretty great" you chuckled as you curled into his side, getting your controller's ready. You put a blanket over you both. "You're right about that," Nanami nodded as he choose Noob Saibot. "Haha, noob" you teased him, bumping shoulders with him as you choose Reptile.

"So what about you? How was work today?" Nanami asked, preparing to loose. You were one of the few people that could beat him in this game. "Oh, it was shit." You laughed, "One of my clients bailed last minute and didn't pay for any of the work done, so, the company is in the hole for like, 500 grand." You shrugged.

"Jesus!" The blond gasped, letting down his guard long enough for you to pull off your xray. "Ha! Got ya!" You smiled. "Y/n, your company is in the whole for 500,000 yen, how are you not more worried about that?" Your boyfriend asked as he tried to get his head back in the game.

You just shrugged. "I donno. It's not my problem once I clock out, ya know?" You informed him. Nanami just shook his head and took a drink of his wine. "You're something else my dear" he chuckled. "I know" you smiled sweetly as you finished him off. "Its why you love me."

"It sure is" he agreed, proving it with a kiss

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Ok, so this is really quick but I actually really like it! I love soft nanami just trying to chill.

I hope you like it too! If not, im always willing to redo the work, just lmk :)

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami imagine #nanami drabbles #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami x you

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Caress

TW: Mentions of toxic, emotionally abusive, and possessive relationship. Soft Smut. Soft Pope. Language. Angst from ex.

SUMMARY: Pope sets out to show you how you should be treated after your tumultuous relationship with Rafe has finally come to an end.

WORD COUNT: 3900

*REQUESTED*

Anonymous asked:

Hi bestie! How are you? I hope you had a good birthday! Did you do anything special?

Anyways, I have been thinking about Pope (well let’s be real, when am I not) and thought of a possible idea for a fic. It is long and has a lot of details so of course if you decide to write this, please change/ take out anything you want.

So, you are dating Rafe and he treats you awful (because he is Rafe) and one day when Pope comes to deliver stuff to your house, he finds you crying on your porch and you tell him about all the stuff Rafe does and he comforts you and invites you to hang with him and the pogues (which takes some convincing jj, but overall they are happy to have you hang with them especially cause they see how different you act now vs before you started dating Rafe, especially because Sarah tells them stuff she has overheard Rafe say to you / about you to his friends) so you start hanging out with them more and Rafe finds out and gets angry at you and tells you to choose between him or them, and you don’t want to choose, so he breaks up with you. And you feel sad but also you realize you feel relieved in a way because you were too afraid to break up with him but of course still kind of sad, and you text Pope (who you have gotten the closest to since hanging with the pogues) and ask if he can meet up, and he again comforts you, and you’re really caught up in the moment and kiss him, but he does not kiss you back so you get embarrassed and are like “im sorry” and he’s like “please don’t be, I really like you, but you guys just broke up and you’re upset, I don’t want to do this just because I’m here and take advantage of your emotions, let’s just wait a little bit okay” and you’re like “okay. But I really do like you, Pope, you make me feel like I imagine how someone is supposed to feel in a relationship, not the stuff I felt with Rafe” and you guys just talk all night and spend the night together (literally just spend the night together haha) and you guys show up to hang with the other pogues together and they (who have all been silently rotting for you and rafe to break up and you and pope get together) are all like 👀 but you guys are like “no not like that. Yet.”

With that being said, I don’t know where you could include smut, but it definitely needs it because you’re the smut queen, the only thing I can think of is a time jump to where after a few weeks after you break up with rafe, you and pope go on an official date and at the end of the date you guys have sex. And it’s not just rough fucking like how it was with rafe all the time, but instead he is very sweet and gentle and makes you feel loved.

Anyways, like usual that was way too long but I hope it sparks some inspiration for a Pope fic! I know I say this all the time but again, thank you so much for your writing! I love reading all of your work. - 💎

*HEY! THANK YOU SO MUCH! JUST CHILLED MOST OF THE DAY, SPENT IT WITH MY FAMILY AND RESTED. I HOPE YOU ARE DOING GREAT! I LOVE THIS REQUEST AND HOPE YOU ENJOY WHAT I DID WITH IT :)*

Caress

It wasn’t your first time, not by a long shot. But it would be the first time that you actually made love. This was because this interaction was more than just a sinister attraction to someone as toxic as he was habitual in practices of selfish ambition quelled by your want to make him happy. Instead, this was with someone you’d become close to during the fall of your relationship with Rafe. It was a chance meeting that now led to you sitting on the edge of the bed within The Chateau, unable to sit still, while the door slowly came open to reveal him to you. Sure, it wasn’t your first time, but it would be a first for you in so many other ways…

SIX MONTHS AGO.

You had always told yourself you loved Rafe and that was why you put up with it. And maybe at the beginning of your relationship, he had convinced you of this in the small ways he would leave you feeling important. But as the saying goes, ‘hurt people, hurt people’, and he seemed to do that to you more often than not. Belittling your comments and patronizing you every chance he got. But once alone, he would convince you that he was sorry and just ‘fucking around’, and you would be distracted in the rough sex that would be enough. At least it was until now…

“A-are you alright?” A soft voice suddenly called from your side as your eyes came to lift to Pope Heyward. He wasn’t a stranger, but also not much of a friend, as he was a polar opposite to the lifestyle you were born into. But in the handful of interactions you’d had, he was always kind to you, and this situation would prove no different.

“I’m sorry-”

“What-why, I’m the one that just barged in..The front door wasn’t open…” He explained while holding up the delivery from Heywards that your parents had ordered the day before. Usually you were off somewhere with Rafe when he would fill this weekly order, but as fate would have it, he would find you at your most vulnerable.

“But ARE you okay?”

You shrugged. “I’m sure you have a million other things to do.”

“Then consider this a million and one.” He spoke sweetly as you sat next to him, eyes darting to the direction of the front yard as you could only imagine how this would make Rafe crawl from his skin to know you were entertaining a ‘Pogue’ in any capacity. But you never cared for the rivalry or even really understood it as you hadn’t met a mean ‘pogue’, whereas the ‘Kooks’ were as entitled as they were ignorant, leaving you to feel guilty to wear the title yourself.

“Are you sure?”

“Looks like you need someone to talk to and its been a bit since I could use my pearls of wisdom…” You scrunched your nose up at him for a second, his eyes catching at the adorable way you’d reacted, before his eyes darted away once remembering who you belonged to.

“It’s just…I know what everyone thinks, okay? I know he’s horrible…But…It’s kind of like getting a car-” His brows raised, “It’s exciting and new…and all the little buttons and-” You paused, “Okay that’s not what I meant, I just mean that it’s the ‘new car smell’ and the excitement of where it could take you…but then after all that excitement…it’s…just another car. Does the same as other ones…maybe a bit crazier than others…” Pope slowly nodded.

“But…When all the car does is let you down…you would rather walk everywhere else…”

“So why don’t you…walk?”

“Because my entire life is planned out for me. If it isn’t Rafe it’ll be Topper or Kelce or someone just like them…My parents would have a conniption if I even thought of stepping out of their ideas for me.”

“I get it…I mean…the want to please your parents…Which is why…” He pulled himself upwards before extending his hand. “I think we both deserve a night of walking. No obligations. No judgment-”

“What are you offering?”

“Okay, enough with the analogies…You should smile…You shouldn’t be spending any day crying you're too…nobody should-” He corrected quickly as something within you, call it curiosity or even a small hope to piss off your boyfriend, but you accepted as he would leave the groceries as requested, before taking you to The Cut.

“Absolutely fucking not!” JJ Maybank rejected your presence, making his way from the hot tub and to a towel, a warm beer positioned on the edge of a table stained without care.

“In case you forgot, Pope, that’s Rafe’s girlfriend. I don’t want to deal with any damn Kook’s today-” He looked at you. “At least any more…” You wouldn't hear exactly what Pope said to JJ as he pulled him just out of earshot, but saw that it was enough to make him give in and cease his comments of cruelty. For that, it would be enough for you to find some form of comfort in this presence as you were otherwise welcome by the other pogues.

You managed to convince JJ of the asset you could be to any social gathering, something you’d forgotten since you started dating Rafe as you became more of his shadow, and therefore becoming more of a ‘party queen’ than the quiet version of yourself that they had witnessed. But somewhere between beating JJ in shotgunning beers and relaxing enough to forget just how angry Rafe would be once he found out about your afternoon excursion, Sarah had informed the boys of just how her brother treated you. It was this that took their consideration of you and twisted it into pity, all while Pope’s eyes would linger to you longer than they should have for someone in a relationship.

And this was how it would be for weeks. That weekly delivery from Heyward’s would act as an Uber of sorts as you sat excitedly on the steps for Pope, as he would lead you to The Cut, where you could forget of every tribulation. And it became this way until Rafe would learn of it.

“The shit I have to put up with and I have to find out from a pogue that my girl’s spend all her time over there? When you should be with ME?!” Rafe charged at you, your arm in a harsh grip of his hold.

“Rafe, you’re hurting me-”

“You want to dump me? You wanna go fuck those dirty pogues, hmm? You have to make a choice….Me or them…” The truth was, you were afraid to say anything. If you said ‘yes’, he would make everyone pay for this breakup, including Pope-the absolute last person you wanted to hurt. But if you denied it, he would claim you were a liar anyhow.

“Forget it. I deserve better than this. I’m fucking done with you.” His words, that should have brought pain, would only bring relief. It was a key to your shackles to him. Since HE was the one to end it, you were free to do as you pleased. But to keep from leading him to any of the pogues to where he’d let his anger get the best of him, you would feign sadness before taking your car and going to The Cut.

But when you arrived, The Chateau was empty. Not even a lazy JJ lounging in the hammock was nearby. So naturally, you would text Pope, as he was the main reason you’d returned to begin with. Feelings you had convinced yourself were merely friendship that had become so much more in such a short time. Deep conversations spoken beneath the stars as shared dreams of being more than your upbringings. But every time a line would almost be crossed in a traced finger or a gaze held a moment too long, Pope would always retreat.

“Hey! I was just getting ready to head over-” He stopped himself once noticing how excited you were.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m…I feel free…”

“What’s the source of such liberation? Maybe you could steal me a bit of whatever it is?” He chuckled as your body felt light with excitement but heavy with need. The need to be near him…

“Rafe dumped me.” He stilled.

“What? I’m sorry-”

“I should be, right? I should be halfway through a pint of ice cream or something by now, but I’m…I feel so…”

“Free?”

You nodded, chuckling as he would mirror your smile, something he found himself doing quite often whenever it cracked over your face.

“I just want to dance in the rain and spend every second here just to piss off all of them…I want to…” Your eyes became locked on him as he marveled at you before him, vivacious and beautiful. Before you could correct your steps, you were moving towards him, his cheeks set between your palms and lips taken to yours. But instead of basking in this as you hoped, he would stop you both.

“Whoa, uh-”

“Oh my God…oh my God…I’m so sorry I…” You paused, suddenly questioning every moment you’d shared. Regretting your steps, you pulled one back to the direction of your car as he was quick to apprehend you.

“Please don’t go…”

“I didn’t mean it-”

“You didn’t?”

“I-Did you want me to?”

“Look, I REALLY like you…” Your angst faded into exhilaration as you breathed a sigh of relief. But this would quickly be met with reservation once again.

“But this JUST happened today. And I just want to be sure this would be something you’d actually want-”

“It isn’t JUST today, Pope. It’s been every time we talk…about anything and everything….How you understand in a way they can’t…nobody else ever does…and the way you look at me like that…” His eyes narrowed in confusion. “Like I’m…special…”

“You are…Which is why I don’t want to take advantage of your emotions right now…” You slowly nodded.

“I-I get it…” You did. This was expected from Pope. The rational one out of the group. And in this particular instance, you hated him for it. You wished he would have taken advantage of your emotions, but if you were being completely honest, you were more happy that he hadn’t.

“You-you don’t have to go.” He reminded.

“Yeah I do…it’s…it’s gonna be weird now…And you have the groceries to-” He slid the bags over behind the hot tub.

“What groceries?”

“Pope!”

“There’s nothing cold-I’ll just tell him I had problems with my dad’s boat…It’s conceivable…” You shook your head as your eyes locked once again. Only now, with the freedom to act on the way your eyes fell to his lips, parting in anticipation to what you both wanted.

“Come on, we’re rectifying this!” JJ pulled you towards the fire, demanding a rematch to yet another session of shotgunning, where you would beat him yet again. But now, as you wiped your chin as Kiara and Sarah cheered you on, your eyes lingered on Pope as he watched you with pride. It was clear something had shifted, but still, neither of you would act on it. At least not tonight.

“Thanks again for letting me stay here…” You said to John B as he nodded.

“Anytime…Kind of a Pogue’s headquarters. And you are officially honorary…”

“We need to make a flag or something…” JJ added as your eyes shifted nervously to Pope before you slipped into the room offered to you by John B as the pogues would otherwise take the living room since you were the guest. Although you tried to fight them, they were adamant, and you became too tired to fight them. But as you slipped into the bedroom, having changed into a shirt lent to you by Sarah, you heard a knock come to the frame behind you.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” Pope asked nervously before leaning on the door’s frame, correcting his stance, and fidgeting with his fingers as he was clearly nervous.

“Embarrassed.” He bowed his head.

“I want to.” His eyes sourced the space separating you as you had to repress rushing to him and wrapping your arms around him, which was all you genuinely wanted. It didn’t have to be sex or even a kiss, just to know he wanted to embrace you just as badly as you wanted him to.

“I just want to do it right. After knowing how he treated you…” He clenched his jaw. “I want to…I want to do it different-better…for you…”

“Then can you stay with me?” He took a deep breath, not needing to understand the context before kicking off his sandals and laying on the bed beside you. Rather quickly you would begin to fall back into that comfortable conversation, discussing a mutual love for childhood favorites having been lost to time and ambitions both outrageous and impossible before eventually falling asleep on his chest.

And this is what brought you to tonight. Having waited almost a week before even holding your hand, the idea of finally being granted this sexual relief after six months, had you anxious by anticipation alone. But that was because even in the minor moments with Pope, even though they were filled with such passion, were also so tender and lengthy. Everything with Rafe had always been to the point and based on him. A time when you thrived to please him, but, with Pope, he seemingly lived to do the same to you.

“I have a toothbrush in there for you and some extra clothes for after…and…and um…We don’t have to if you-if you don’t want, I mean, I know we’ve talked about it…a lot…but I just want to make sure because after that…this changes things and I REALLY don’t want to screw us up or make you think-”

“Pope?” He swallowed hard.

“Yeah?”

“Would you just kiss me?” He smiled as you met him at the edge of the bed, his lips pulled apart by the separation allowed by his tongue, before those moist and soft lips came to yours. As always, he began slowly, savoring your reaction and your taste, before his hands began to drift to your hips. But it was only for a moment before your smirk would force you apart.

“I’m sorry…” He apologized with embarrassment as you would feel his erection already at attention for you.

“Don’t be…please…But…I want to…” You began to play with his belt, his jaw clenching at the thought of your hand wrapped around him, as he would suddenly take hold of your wrist and pull it carefully between the two of you in a grip still firm but cautious to not bring harm.

“I want to-”

“No…I’ve had to wait for this…we both have…And I want to take care of you…”

“Pope-”

“I want to take care of you…lay down for me…” The blazed lust behind his eyes, blown wide and at attention to you, made you acquiesce as he would move to his knees as he brought your legs apart. Licking his lips once again, he would guide his fingers up your thighs, beneath your shorts, before looking back up to you.

“I need you to be honest with what you want-”

“You-” He smirked.

“I mean what you like…I want to make it everything you want…”

“Then just don’t stop touching me…” You spoke through eyes heavy with your own lust as he would rise to kiss you, a collision of your mouths sending you to pull him deeper into you. But as you had met with him, he set you onto your back once again, bodies quickly entwined, before you led his hand to your thighs.

“Please, I need to feel you…” He nodded.

“Fuck…” You breathed as he smirked at how this minor touch had prompted such a response. He kissed you sweetly before moving small circuits of circles around your clit.

“Please, Pope…I’m so wet-”

“I know…but I need something else first…” You watched him pull himself to his knees before taking each of your legs over his shoulders once removing your shorts slowly from your hips.

“I want you to come on my face, baby…” Your eyes rolled at the idea as your fingers gripped tightly into the sheets.

“Let my tongue make you feel good-” He was slow to start, luxuriating in your entire taste, before you bucked upwards.

Everything felt like the first time. His touch. His kiss. His tongue. And to be fair, it was, in so many ways. Rafe was always sloppy and quick, doing so for the sake of a moment for himself, whereas Pope was calculated and thorough, ensuring you were sopping before he’d even think about doing anything for himself.

“Jesus Christ, Pope-Please….Please, I want you…” You breathed heavily as he would deepen his sucks and curl the fingers now set inside of you,“POPE! OH SHIT!”

“Mmmm…mmhmm…mmmmm…mmmmhmmm…” He moaned into you, the vibrations sending you over that edge as your pleasure explored past your hips in painless waves of pure ecstasy. You trembled over him as he would use his tongue to clean up after this high, before you pulled him up to you.

“Right now. Please, Pope…”

“Are you sure? We can wait-”

“I’m not waiting another second. I want you to fuck me…” But to your words, he shook his head.

“No.”

“Pope!” You groaned as he collected your face between his hands.

“I mean I’m not fucking you….THIS isn’t that. I’m going to make love to you, baby…Take my time…so you know every thrust is a reason I love you, not because I need to come or make you…not because we’re sorry or owe each other anything…” Tears formed in your eyes from such care.

“You…you love me?”

He nodded, “Let me show you how much…” He slowly pushed himself inside of you, allowing you to adjust to him, thick and lengthy as he bottomed out with a second and third penetration, quickly finding a loving rhythm as your nails ate into his arms.

“You feel so good, baby…Shit…” He bowed his head into your shoulder as you brought him into you with a kiss.

“Please don’t stop…please…Oh my God…” He smirked for a moment before feeling you tense around him. Sweat and sweetness now between you, your passion forced the sheets and mattress itself to feel the extent of such desire, pulled and shifting behind his quickened thrusts.

“I want you to come for me…” He spoke once setting his forehead against yours. “I need to make you feel good….I need to-”

“Come with me! Please-” You pleaded as he nodded, his body stiffening over you after those final thrusts pulled you both to that mutual edge with an orgasm deeper and more rewarding than any prior.

“Was that-” Before Pope could ask, you crashed your lips into his once again before you pulled yourself to the end of the bed, extending your hand to him as his eyes fell to your naked frame for a moment.

“What are you doing?”

“You might not want to fuck me, Pope…But it doesn’t mean we can’t make up for lost time…So…” You moved to the bedroom door, pulling it open, before moving across the corridor and to the bathroom.

“Do you want to see how sweet I can be?” He paused before following you into the bathroom, the door closing with a slam as you took him into your arms once again, the perfect combination of lust, love, and logning found in his embrace. And this would be proven each time his arms found you in any scenario. He loved you. Sweetly. Perfectly. Deeply. Just as you had loved him in return.

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Alone together

Bill denbrough x reader

I was on my way home when i hear something come from the sewer. I slowly approach it when i saw a bunch of eyes suddenly open from the sewer!

I stumbled back when i hit something, or someone.

It was bill the guy from earlier. "A-a-r-re you ok?" He asks looking concerned. "Yeah im fine i just uh thought i saw something in there." I say pointing at the sewer. For a split second i saw horror in his eyes that quickly turned to concern. "What d-d-did you see..?" "Oh uh its nothing i just i you know what nevermind youre going to think im crazy any way!" I awkwardly laugh. He shot me a look. "Ok fine its gonna sound crazy but i swear i saw pairs of eyes coming from there." I say defeated.

He just stared at me. Why is he just staring at me jeez. "C-come with me." He pulled my hand! "Hey wait where are you taking me???? hello?!!?!"

We arrived at his house which i didn't realize was that close to mine. We were at his garage, i look around while he got rid of a white blanket covering some sort of thingy majiger.

"What the hell is that?" I ask, confused as to what that thing made out of pipes is. "I-its the sewer s-s-s-system, i was t-t-thinking, maybe what y-y-you saw there-" "can you maybe uh i dont know, get to the point?" I cut him off, getting impatient "maybe what you s-s-saw was the m-m-missing kids, you k-know, betty, my b-broth- i sound l-like the cr-crazy one now do i?" He cut himself off laughing awkwardly looking at me "yup definitely sound like the crazy one between us." I reply "and no i dont think its betty or your brother, if it was them they would have called out to me but they didn't, it didn't, its something else" i add.

He stares at me for a few seconds, studying my facial features as i inspect the sewer system copy he made. "Hey bud where does this all lead to anyway?" I ask making him snap back to reality. "O-o-h i-it leads to t-t-he creepy house at- wait let me s-sh-show you."

He gets an action figure, throwing it down the pipe, he then got the hose and turned it on making water flow down the pipes in turn, pushing the action figure through. I follow the action figure in awe, it looked cool but so scary at the same time. Just the thought of someone in these sewers gives me the chills.

The action figure then dropped into a box labelled "the barrons?" I ask him "yeah, t-the c-creepy looking house. I-i-it led there, i was thinking m-m-maybe all o-o-f them are there and i-i-if we c-can go we could h-help t-he-" "wanna go?" I ask, cutting him off. "I-i-i-f its ok with you sur-" suddenly something dropped off the shelves, i looked back and saw those eyes again, the only difference is it looks like its getting closer and closer and closer…

"RUN" i scream at bill running for the garage door. Both of us scream. We ran as fast as we could but the garage seem to get longer and longer, the seem to get far away more, it seemed to get closer and closer. Reaching the garage door, Bill was struggling to open the garage door. It wouldn't budge haha we're fucked. "OPEN IT WHAT THE FUCK" "I-I-IM T-TRYING" "TRY HARDER!"

as we frantically scream the pair of eyes suddenly turn into a clown slowly walking towards us, grinning and pushing anything on its way, even dropping the sewer system bill made. As it makes its way to us, i hit bill making it harder for him to open the door "FASTER WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!??" I scream at him "SH-SHSHUT UP IM TRYING" he snapped back. But he was too late, it was already close, it ran straight to me. It looked horrifying, as it ran towards me, it opened its mouth wide. Revealing bloody sharp teeth, ready to chomp me up. Well this is it im dead goodbye world i love you all goodbye now. I close my eyes covering my face with my hands as it sprung towards me.

But i wasn't dead. Why wasn't i dead?? I was frozen but then i realize bill opened the garage door just in time, haha thank god.

"A-are you ok???!" Bill ran to me asking, shaking me by my shoulders. I turn to face him. Staring at his scared face. "Y-you saw that too right??? Or am i just going crazy…" "i s-saw that t-too dont w-w-worry." He said, he was frozen, we both were. We just stared at the garage for a few minutes trying to process what the hell just happened.

He helped me up, not letting go of my hand. He dragged me into his house to the living room so i could sit down and rest, He went to the kitchen to grab me a drink.

"Thanks" i say before drinking the glass of water. I gave it back to him and waited for him to get back.

There was awkward silence when he returned.

None of the both of us knew how to bring up what just happened. "So….are we both going crazy now or was that actually happening" i say trying to start a conversation. "Pr-pretty sure that a-actually happened. If it d-i-d-didn't then my sewer system would still b-b-be one piece." He shrugged. He looked terrified but was trying to hide it. "Whatever that was, im sure thats what took them, betty, your brother.." he stayed silent, trying to process the information. He then stood up and turn to me with ang earnest look "we sh-should really g-go and help them! I-i-" "go where?" His dad asked entering their house, making me stand up. "Going nowhere sir" i smile getting ready to leave.

"I should get going its getting late see you bye!" I ran out the door avoiding his dad's stares. I hear Bill scream "wait!" but i didn't look back, i wanted to go home and rest, heck i just almost got attacked by a killer clown! It felt so unreal, what i need is a good night sleep and my mom's fucking good adobo for dinner.

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"WOAH YOU CUT YOUR HAIR! YOU LOOK GOOD BEV!" i beamed at her when she opened her house door. She laughed at my reaction, "shall we go?" She asked smiling, handing me her arm. "We shall lady marsh" i say bowing then interlocking our hands together as we walked to her bike. I sat behind her bike as she peddled, my hair flowing with the wind. It felt nice, to have her with me. My very first friend.

We arrived at the quarry a few minutes later. We saw the losers, no offense intended, standing there in their underwear looking silly.

They were bickering about whose going to jump first.

"Pussys" i smile taking off my clothes and ran straight to them and jumped off. "WHAT THE FUCK!" i hear richie scream making me laugh, i few second later bev jumped in too. We played for a few seconds then screamed at the guys to jump too.

"COME ON DONT BE PUSSYS!" "we just got shown up by girls!" "Come on jump!" Bev added to my statement, and then they did.

We played and swam around, "HOLY SHIT THERES A TURTLE" i say "where?!" Richie looked "there!" I pointed at the water, when he dunked in, i gave stan a look, we then held Richie's head under the water making him struggle a little bit.

"WHAT THE HELL?!?!!??" richie screamed at us making us laugh "leave him alone guys" eddie mumbled "oh come on dont be such a killjoy eddie" i say splashing water on him "trying to protect your boyfriend now are we eddie?" Stan added "shut up" eddie rolled his eyes at us swimming away as we laughed at him and Richie's red ass face.

Ben, Bill and Bev seem to have a world of their own so we let them be, the B world as i like to call it. "Why the b world?" Stan asked "cause! Like their names start with b duh" i explain.

Suddenly, Bill swam right between me and Stan "h-h-hey [name] can we t-talk for a sec?"

He asked "sure" i reply as he held my hand under water leading me up to land, god the ground felt so hot i feel like my feet were burning.

"So…."

"So… how are you d-d-doing? I mean after what h-h-happened yesterday a-a-and-" i cut him off "im fine bill, how about you? I mean if i were you i would never step foot in my garage but im getting side tracked here i was actually wondering if maybe we could pretend that didnt happen?" He stared at me for a few seconds before asking "why? S-sh-shouldnt we do something about this?? W-w-we could save betty! G-georgie!" He said, he looked pissed and sad at the same time making me sad too. "I know but, we cant drag them into this"i say looking at the losers playing happily in the water. He thought for a second "fine" he pouted looking defeated. "Hey, if it makes you feel better i'll help you look for Georgie?" I awkwardly smile at him, trying to cheer him up. He just smiled and then talked about

A few minutes later the losers joined us. They all sat on the ground while bev sunbathe.

We were all staring at her. Admiring her even, when she suddenly looked at us making us all look away.

Richie went through ben's bag teasing him about how school ended but he still had his books. Pulling out some sort of folder.

"oohh~ who gave you this?" Richie asks ben teasingly as he grabs a note. "Now one" ben quickly grabbed it and put it back in the depths of his bag. "Whats with the history project?" Eddie asks "oh, well when i first moved here, i didn't really have anyone to hang out with" ben explains as we pass the folder full of newspapers about past derry events. "So i just started spending time in the library" he added. "You went to the library?" Richie asks "on purpose??" I added confused as to why he would want to hang out there.

"Oh, i wanna see" Bev says standing up and making her way next to bill. "Whats the black spot?" Stan asks "the balck spot was like a night club or something i dont knoe i dont read news papers" i answer "you dont read anything at all" Bev states "woah! Not true! I read like…uh…you know what maybe i dont read." I say making Bev chuckle. "Y-y-your hair-" i hear bill faintly try to compliment beverly before ben cuts him off "your hair's beautiful, Beverly" "oh, thanks" Bev says tucking her hair. "You see this right?" Richie whispers to me "see what? The obvious tension?" "So you do see sweetcakes" he says back at me, grinning.

"I have more stuff at my house….if you guys want to come and se-" "GREAT LETS GO!" I say excited to learn about nerdy stuff. Ignoring that somewhat jealous feeling im having right now.

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Thats it people sorry for the late post its exam week right now and im so tired from studying😭😭 hope you liked it tho. Might edit this in the future cause it feels rushed to me😘😘

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