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liesyousoldme · 5 years

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9 or 12? (Or both💓)

“I seriously don’t thinkI’ve ever been this hard before, in my life.” & “Touch me.”

college aged reddie accidental phone sex - continued under the cut

“Okay, I got 26.4, too, do you want to try it or should I?”

Eddie shrugged, even though Richie couldn’t see it throughthe phone. His laptop was open on his lap, MyMathLab staring back at him on oneof the last problems of the night’s homework.

“I think I did the last wrong one,” Eddie replied. They always took turns entering their answers so if they messed up, only one of them would get it incorrect. It was absolutely saving their math grades.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” Richie said. Eddie waited a moment forRichie to enter their answer and see if they’d gotten the problem correct.After a moment, Richie yelled indignantly. “It’s doing the fucking thing again!It says the correct answer is 26.4, my answer exactly matches, and it’s sayingI got it wrong!”

Eddie sighed. This happened at least twice on each homeworkassignment. Technology was such bullshit. “Let me try.”

The computer told him he got the correct answer. When hetold Richie, he began cursing. Eddie laughed. “Calm down, dude, last one. I’llgo first so you don’t lower any more of your precious score.”

“Don’t make fun of me for wanting good grades, Edward,”Richie said haughtily. “Some of us are trying to keep our scholarships.”

“Some of us?” Eddie asked incredulously. “Both of us are onscholarships, dumbass. And making a B on one homework assignment out of thethirty we have this semester is not going to do much damage. Homework is 10% ofour –“

“Eds, I gotta be honest, I stopped listening,” Richieinterrupted. “Let’s finish so I can go jack off.”

“Richie!” Eddie felt his cheeks heating up. He hated that,hated that even after almost 15 years of friendship Richie could still make himas red as a tomato. It hadn’t always been that way. When they were in theirearly teens, Eddie had mostly felt slight disgust at Richie’s sexual comments. Asmuch as he wanted to, he didn’t see anything appealing about girls or boobs orvaginas and the fact that they seemed to be Richie’s favorite topic was generallyan annoyance.

That had changed when Richie had made his first commentabout fucking Bill’s dad instead of Eddie’s mom, which was how he’d decided to tell his friends he wasbisexual. They’d been 16. Eddie still wasn’t interested in girls, but at leastby that age he knew why. From that point on the blush appeared any time Richiementioned sex, mostly because Eddie had begun to picture what Richie might looklike; he never imagined another person with Richie, more just a blurry blob ofa human (for his own sanity). Unless Richie had specified someone – not so muchEddie’s mom or Bill’s dad, his two favorites, more like one of the Losers orsomeone from school – he managed to keep his fantasizing brain under control with the mental images.But when he did specify someone, Eddie didn’t blush. Didn’t feel the awkwardtingly sensation is his hands, didn’t feel his stomach swoop. He felt that sameannoyance from when he was young.

It became clear quickly that this feeling was jealousy.Because as much as Richie called Eddie cute cute cute and pinched his cheeks,Richie had never made that kind of comment about him. He hated how aware he wasthat he was the only person in the Losers Club that Richie hadn’t joked abouthaving sex with. Which – as much as he tried not to think about it – was stupidbecause he was so far up Richie’s ass in love with him that it wasn’t even funny.He shouldn’t want Richie to joke about having sex with Eddie when Eddieactually wanted to have sex with Richie. But he felt singled out in the worstway. Was he that childish to Richie? Too cute cute cute, too much like a kid? Didhe still imagine Eddie walking around in short shorts and a fanny pack? He knewRichie didn’t actually think he was cute – it was just a bit, like a hundredothers he had, but sometimes he wondered if Richie found him unattractive, tothe point that he wouldn’t even joke about sex with Eddie.

What Eddie hated most was how often he thought about it. Hehated that he knew all of the comments Richie had made to their friends overthe years, hated that he knew which of Richie’s comments would make him blushand which would make him jealous. He wanted to just see Richie as a friend,because then it wouldn’t matter and Eddie’s brain could think about normalthings, like their shared freshman algebra course or remembering which hallwaythe tutoring center was on.

“Did you get 9.8?”

Eddie blinked. As he’d been sitting in silence,contemplating Richie and his sex jokes, Richie had actually been doing theirhomework.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, glancing at his scratch paper.

“Did you even do it?” Richie asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie repeated.

Richie snorted. “What have you been doing the last fiveminutes, watching porn?”

Eddie shut his eyes tightly. How could he have forgotten?The only type of sex joke Richie did direct at him. He cleared his throat. “No,I’m not watching porn.”

Even he could tell he sounded oddly defensive. He wasn’tlying! He wasn’t watching porn!

“That…” Richie paused, laughter in his voice. “That didn’tsound convincing, Eds.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Deflecting?”

“No!” Eddie exclaimed, feeling his cheeks get even hotter.He rested his forehead in his palm.

“Are you sure?” Richie asked, almost sounding… curious. “Becauseyou’re definitely acting like you do when you’re lying. You’re a bad liar andyou should stop trying. Were you seriously watching porn while we’re doing ourhomework?”

“I wasn’t!” Eddie claimed. “You would’ve been able to hearit over the phone!”

Richie paused like he was mulling it over. Eddie pushed hislaptop off his lap, scooting back on his bed until his back was against thewall. When Richie spoke again, he sounded teasing. “So if you weren’t watchingsex then you must have been thinking about it.”

Eddie choked. “I – no! I wasn’t!”

“Oh my god, you were!” Richie crowed. He was laughing andEddie wanted to crawl under his covers and never come back out. “What were youthinkin’ about, then? What gets little Eds going?”

Eddie no longer wanted to crawl under his covers to hide. Hewanted to die. Little Eds. He would die and then he would haunt Richie’s stupidass.

“Why have we never had this conversation before? What kindof best friend am I that I don’t even know what gets my best friend off?”

“The normal kind,” Eddie said, his eyes still squeezed shut.

“No, this is important information. What do you search forwhen you visit PornHub? Do you have a favorite category?”

“Oh my god,” Eddie muttered, wondering if it were possibleto be even more embarrassed than he was right then.

“Do you like just some classic anal? Or are you a kinky guy,going for like, spanking and bondage and shit?”

Eddie was wrong. He could be more embarrassed. Richie continued talking as though Eddie wasn’t melting from the heat that was spreading from his cheeks down his chest.

“Nah, I think you’re a classic kinda guy. I don’t wanna callyou vanilla, Eds, but. Yeah, vanilla. The real question is whether you’re a topor a bottom.”

“I’m going to kill you,” Eddie choked out. He hated the wayhis stomach clenched as Richie spoke. He could still hear the laughter in hisvoice. He’s making fun of you, he reminded his dick.

“No, you’re definitely a bottom,” Richie decided, saying itas though he were absolutely sure. Eddie’s jaw dropped.

“Richie!”

“What? Are you saying you’re not?” Richie asked,incredulous.

“I – I’m not saying anything, asshole!”

Richie laughed. “So that’s a yes, then.”

“This is not a normal conversation,” Eddie stated, sure he’dnever been as red as he was in his life. “Like, is this something you’vethought about? Do you talk to Bill about whether he’s a bottom?”

“No of course not, Bill’s straight,” Richie said, as thoughit were obvious. “But he’d totally be a top.”

Eddie didn’t say anything.

“Is that the kind of guy you’re into, though?” Richie asked,and Eddie had to muffle a gasp. He’s still making fun of you, he told hisdick. “You wanna get fucked by Big Bill?”

“No,” Eddie answered, disgust in his voice. “He’s basicallymy brother, that’s gross.”

“Well if not Bill…” Richie trailed off. Eddie wasn’t surewhere he was going with this, but he didn’t like it. “Maybe Mike’s more yourtype. Or Ben? Do you like ‘em broad and muscular, Eds?”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie said. “No, I don’t want to fuck them,either.”

“I’m not saying them specifically,” Richie said. “I’m sayingit as a type, you know? So is it? Is that your type? I can picture it.”

Maybe Eddie was already dead, and this was Hell. “Pleasestop picturing me having sex.”

“I – yeah,” Richie conceded, almost sounding embarrassed. Hepicked right up again, though, so Eddie hardly noticed. “Come on, Eds, yougotta help me out here!”

“I really don’t,” Eddie retorted.

“Fine,” Richie said, and Eddie huffed out a breath of relief.“Let’s talk about what I like.”

HE’S STILL MAKING FUN OF YOU, his mind yelled at his dick.

“I mean, I’m mostly a top but I don’t mind bottoming. I likea really nice ass, you know? Pretty eyes and a nice ass, those are myrequirements. I love a real cutie,” Richie said casually.

Eddie’s dick had stopped listening to him entirely. Cutie?Cutie?

“Now you gotta tell me one,” Richie told him. “It’s onlyfair.”

Eddie bit his lip. What was a safe answer? “Tall. I liketall guys.”

“Hmm.” Richie’s voice was curious again. “Muscles?”

“Uh,” Eddie stared up at the ceiling, wondering when thiswas going to end. “No. More – um, you know. Lanky.”

He would swear he heard a sharp intake of breath on theother end of the phone. Oh god. Was that too much? Of course it was, everybodycalled Richie lanky all the time. Beverly was constantly sending him carepackages and telling him to eat more because he was too lanky.

“Do you, uh,” the laughter was gone from Richie’s voice, buthe still sounded conversational. “What about hair? You into blondes? Redheads?”

Eddie knew he couldn’t answer. What was he supposed to say? I like dark hair with curls like a birds nest, Rich, know anyone like that? He turned it around onRichie. “No, it’s your turn. Do you like tall guys?”

Richie took a moment to answer. His tone was serious when he spoke. “No, I like shorter guys.”

Eddie was hardening with each word Richie spoke. Richie was just talking about sex - in a vague way! - and it was already getting him going. This was –this was awful and terrible and wonderful and he wanted it to stop, to end, tokeep going forever.

“Oh,” he answered, wincing at the breathlessness in hisvoice.

“Yeah, uh,” Richie’s voice was lower, Eddie was sure of it.He bit his lip. “I like ‘em smaller, ‘cause then I can – I like to… You know, Ilike – I like a guy under me that I can – uh – like, cover every inch ofhim.”

Eddie pressed the heel of his hand against his dick, bitingback a whine. He could hear the nervousness in Richie’s voice, but there wassomething else, too, something Eddie thought might be lust. He wanted to push,to say something that Richie wouldn’t be able to misinterpret, to make hisfeelings known, but he couldn’t think of what to say. His mouth was dry, hecouldn’t speak even if he knew the right words.

Luckily, Richie had always been the talker. “Do you likethat? ‘Cause you like tall guys, do you like ‘em –“

“Yeah,” Eddie interrupted, knowing how desperate he sounded.He squeezed himself through his shorts. “I like – I want somebody on top of me,you’re right, I’m – I’m a bottom, I want –“

“Fuck,” Richie groaned. Eddie cut himself off with awhimper. Richie sounded even better than he’d imagined. “I seriously don’tthink I’ve been this hard before, in my life.”

“Oh,” Eddie choked out, reaching inside his underwear andsighing when he wrapped his hand around himself. His cock twitched in his handwhen he heard a gasp through the phone. “Are you…”

“Yeah,” Richie answered. “I – fuck, Eds, I want you so bad,I’ve always –“

“Rich,” Eddie whined, squeezing at the base so he wouldn’tcome.

“What about you? You’re touching yourself?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, slowly moving his hand again, looseninghis grip and stroking slowly. “I’m – um, pretending it’s you.”

“Oh my god,” Richie mumbled lowly. “You – you’re thinkin’about my hands?”

“Mhm,” he murmured, beginning to move his hand faster. “Alwaysdo, always wish it was you, always want you to…”

“Want me to what?” Richie asked. Eddie choked on a gasp.

“Touch me,” he answered after a moment.

“Really?” Richie’s voice was awed and breathless.

“Yeah,” he said, thumbing over the head and crying out. “Always,Rich, wanted you so long –“

He listened as Richie began to moan louder, louder, and then a sharp cry before he letout a low sigh. He’d just made his best friend come.

“Oh my god,” Eddie groaned, feeling his stomach tighten ashe stroked himself faster, letting the phone go and holding it to his ear withhis shoulder. He reached down with his free hand and pressed a finger to the skin behindhis balls, coming with a gasp.

He stroked himself through it, hearing Richie’s heavybreathing as he came back down.

“Hold fuck,” Richie muttered when their panting hadsubsided.

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed, glancing down at his now messy shirtwith a frown. Then, unable to help it, he asked, “Did you mean it? When yousaid you – that you always…”

“Of course I did,” he said softly. Eddie opened his mouth toanswer but Richie kept going. “You were my fucking gay awakening, are youkidding?”

“I – what?”

Richie huffed out a laugh. “I’ve been jerking it to you foryears, Eds.”

The blush was back. “Um. Me too.”

“Can’t see why, but I’ll take it,” Richie said. “Not every day somebody hotas fuck admits something like that.”

He blushed even harder. He figured, if Richie kept sayingthings like that, maybe blushing all the time wasn’t so bad after all.

#reddie #reddie fic #my fic #Anonymous

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edwardsvirginity · 4 years

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And now... I introduce my best friend to Eclipse!

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[riley’s first appearance]

Friend: who's that

mike?

(the rest of the commentary for the movie is under the readmore!)

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[bella reciting the opening monologue: some say the world will end in fire…]

Friend: wow…drama queen

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[Edward and bella in the meadow]

Friend: is this real or is this more of her crazy headspace

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Edward: marry me

Bella: I have an English final

Friend: wow……. Rude

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[Charlie grounding bella]

Friend: charlie…. is the only sane character tbh lmfao

he knows an abusive relationship when he sees one

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[Edward sabatoges bella’s truck]

Friend: Y I K E S

A B U S I V E

this is not romantic lol

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Renee: I just want to make sure ur making the right choices for you

Friend: she's NOT

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[renee gives bella the quilt from all their trips]

Friend: awwww

except she's selling out her fam for bloodsuckers

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[all the cullens wait for Victoria in the forest]

Friend: is it whatshername

the redheaded bitch

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Friend: i'm just gonna say….alice and carlisle are the only valid vampires

Me: whyso?

Friend: idk anything about jasper and emmett, edward is weird, who else even is there

--0000000--

Me: [pauses movie because a spider has appeared by my head and I’m freaking out]

[it lands on my laptop and I scream and close it]

Ok… we can resume

Friend: what happened?

Me: [explains]

Him: ? ? ? why didn't you kill it?!

Me: killing it requires getting close enough to touch it, and that's Too Close

i don't kill spiders

anyway

Him: what?!? lmfao

you don't kill spiders

Me: killing them is too scary

Him: i'd rather kill it and know it's dead than wonder where it is

wow

me: i just scream until someone else comes to do it for me

him: that's a lot to take in

--0000000--

[jake confronting Edward about being on their territory]

Edward: I was trying to protect u by not telling u abt Victoria

Friend: mmmm yikes

bella just needs to move tf back to florida

this is….Too Much

--0000000--

[bella goes to lapush]

Friend: tbh i like his pack

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Leah: if ur here to torture jake some more u can leave

Friend: oooooh

burn

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[movie introduces imprinting]

Friend: tbh i think that whole concept is insane™ and i dont get it

bc it like absolves you of your own…actions

& removes the other person's choice

it's really fucking creepy

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Friend: also it would be soooo weird to be able to read people's thoughts

Me: i know it would freak me out

i would hate being able to hear everything my packmates thought

Friend: i don't need anyone else to know how horny i am

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[Jacob arguing with bella about the cullens]

Jacob: theyre not even alive

Friend: "they're not even alive" y i k e s

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[riley creeping in bella’s house]

Friend: man i'd be sleepin with a shotgun lmfao

& like 12 dogs

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[Edward yelling at bella abt bella disappearing with jake]

Me: he’s so overprotective

Friend: she needs it tho

Me: because she's such a danger magnet?

Friend: um….yeah

& she is a fucking damsel in distress

she has no power of her own :((

--0000000--

Friend: he's so…ugly

me: Edward?

Friend: yeah ……….

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[Jake appears shirtless]

Edward: doesn’t he own a shirt

Friend: “doesn't he own a shirt"

LMFAO edward voicing my thoughts

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[Edward kissing bella before passing her off to jake, who immediately hugs her]

Friend: the way they …. fight with each other by using her body :|

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Friend: what do native americans think of this?

Me: [explains]

Friend: so what is the redeeming quality of these movies exactly lmfao

Me: they’re… fun?

Friend: i guess

like indiana jones

racist trash, but fun(?)

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Me: I hate his sideburns in this movie

Friend: don't think they're that bad

his whole face tho is not great

especially pale af

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[nonconsensual kiss scene]

Jake: ill fight until ur heart stops beating

Bella: u wont have to wait for long

Friend: YIKES

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[Edward and Jake fighting post-punch]

Jake: she’s not sure what she wants

Friend: Y I K E S

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[Carlisle bandaging bella]

Friend: carlisle is so hot

i wanna marry dr. carlisle

the way he medicines everyone up…

wow

[..]

edward is useless

seduce Carlisle

[..]

edward's been alive 100 years and hasn't become a doctor??? c'mon

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[Rosalie killing her rapists]

Friend: LM FAO

love that

W O W

that's a more interesting story than bella's LMFAO

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[Rosalie trying to convince bella to stay human]

Rose: there’s one thing you’ll want more than Edward… one thing you’ll kill for… blood

Friend: ohhh….

SHE REAL

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Friend: & also bella's assumption that Edward is That Great

she's 18….. she hasn't even TRIED college boys

[..]

has she even had sex with anyone, ever?

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Friend: Evil Dakota Fanning is ….. scary af

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Friend: i'll say what i want about stephanie meyer being a fucked up mormon…. but her music taste is p good

Me: she didn’t do the soundtracks

Friend: ummm…i remember stephanie meyer specifically thanking Muse in her books

in the "acknolwedgements" section

or did you, the twilight princess, not read that part

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[graduation party]

Friend: I feel like there should be a twilight spoof..

where a high school girl has to choose between dating a furry and a goth

bc that's what this feels like to me

--0000000--

Friend: he freaks me out

the beefy one

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[training scene]

Friend: jasper's kinda sexy too

well, everyone looks good next to robert :|

--0000000--

[jasper’s backstory]

Friend: jasper was a confederate soldier?!?!??!

what?? lmfao

confederate vampires? thanks i hate it

--0000000--

Friend: didn't he have like a life and morals before becoming a vampire or

i mean i guess he's a confederate so maybe not but

--0000000--

[jasper’s backstory]

Friend: he just listens to her lmfao

his Evil Mexican Bruja

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[about Victoria]

Friend: she should just make someone sexy a vampire and fuck them tho

she has the power here

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[about Jacob]

Friend: is there a REASON he never wears a shirt?

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[Jake trying to convince bella she has feelings for him]

Jake: you can love more than one person… like sam, Emily, and leah

Friend: thruple!

that's the only resolution here

jacob & edward need to fuck each other and get over it

there's too much tension between them

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Alice: you and Edward will have the house to yourself tonight

Friend: oooooo

Alice: you’re welcome

Friend: LMFAO

alice is a bro

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Bella [immediately after the scene with Alice]: hey dad, I was wondering

Friend: hey dad… i was wondering. do you have any condoms

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Bella: dad I’m a virgin

Friend: not for long….

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Friend: but like honestly it's all so deeply unclear to me

he has like no blood, right?

HOW does he get hard

Me: he’s always hard

Friend: i don't think that's how that works

--0000000--

[Edward and bella in edward’s room]

Bella: I wanna ask u something

Friend: "can we fuck"

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Friend: i feel like "becoming a vampire" is just a metaphor for "losing virginity"

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[Bella tried to jump Edward]

Edward: bella…no

Friend: ???????????

they already kiss and stuff?????????

Me: yeah

i think he's worried he'd like. fuck her to death

idk… her vulva is delicate i guess

Friend: they could do some Other Stuff

Me: yeah i know

edward is just…. too old school to understand anything but piv

Friend: fuck her to death…with his flaccid vampire dick

[..]

this is so………Weird

?????????? sex is not a sin

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[Edward talking abt how he would have courted bella in 1918]

Friend: ???????????? i dont believe that at all

people fucked in the 1800s

edward is a fucking weirdo

[Edward starts his grand speech]

Friend: Ew

this is…. a Lot

tbh it's Not Sexy that he can't adapt to a more feminist era

[Edward proposes]

Friend: this is…… a Lot

he Keeps Asking

[bella accepts]

Friend: she's only saying yes because she's horny!!!!

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Friend: also….tbh it's sad that these vampires have to deny their instincts and have no control over themselves

like ….maybe they should just be euthanized

Me: :O

Friend: is it fair to deny them their nature???

we don't force tigers to be vegetarians

what is the difference

Me: because… they're sentient and intellectual and can decide for themselves not to eat humans

Friend: i'm not sure i buy that

Me: you think they're not smart enough to make their own decision not to eat humans?

Friend: it seems like they have to be rehabilitated to deny a very natural instinct that they have no control over

are the cullens themselves a metaphor for mormonism?

Me: yeah but carlisle CHOSE a vegetarial lifestyle… no one forced it on him

Friend: i guess

but at what cost

lmao

--0000000--

[tent scene]

Jacob: I am hotter than u

Friend: LMFAO

--0000000--

Friend: why didn't they bring more blankets?????

how fucking cold is it

Dumbasses

--0000000--

[Edward and jake arguing over bella]

Friend: idk bella….

i'd rather fuck a hot wolf than a freezing rock hard PussyDestroying Vampire

those wolves are HUGE…. huge dicks im sure

--0000000--

[Edward talking about how he doesn’t want bella to be a vamp to jake]

Friend: i feel like they're Bonding

over their inability to control this woman lmfao

--0000000--

[jake and Edward fighting over bella]

Friend: bella is not that interesting? ? ? ?

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Edward: if you weren’t trying to steal bella I might actually like u

Friend: wow

THIS is where they should fuck

t h r u p l e

look deep into each other's eyes

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Friend: she'd warm up if they were having sex

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[post tent scene]

Friend: she's not even wearing a hat rn

bella…what the fuck

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[Edward and bella talking about being engaged, jake overhears]

Bella: it’s the 21st century

Friend: yeah, it is the 21st century…. marry them both

--0000000--

[bella asks jake to kiss her]

Friend: what the FUCK is happening

--0000000--

[bella and jake making out]

Friend: she's not even wearing anything warm

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[battle]

Friend: carlisle…. kung fu master

Me: renaissance man

Friend: only breaks the hippocratic oath when absolutely necessary

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[confrontation with riley and Victoria, Edward trying to convince riley to turn on Victoria]

Edward: think about it riley.. .you’re from forks… you know the area

Friend: "you're from forks… who would want that"

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[Carlisle healing jake]

Friend: god…..my sexy, classy dad

… so smart….. so kind

--0000000--

Bella: I’m not normal

Friend: bella….you are SO normal

the reason every middle school girl read these books and thought they were like bella is bc you are just THAT normal

--0000000--

Edward: I guess we should start planning the wedding

Bella: no… something more difficult first… more dangerous

Friend: is she still talking about her virginity

#best friend movie night #eclipse #twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight saga #tts #the twilight saga #twilight revival #twilight in 2020 #twilightenment #twilight: eclipse #let me know what you guys think of this format as opposed to the endless reblogging

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eddieeatsass · 5 years

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Pavlov’s Do(n)g

Summary: Richie had trained his dick to respond to darkness. He never thought it would get him in trouble, until he found himself in the middle of a blackout with his best friend, and a very well trained dong. Pairing: Reddie Rating: E Warnings: Smut, explicit language

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“If you ever listened to me and actually cleaned your fucking room, we wouldn’t be in this- OW!”

There was a loud clatter as Eddie stumbled over a pile of clothes and fell chest first into Richie’s dresser.

“Even if I cleaned my room, that still wouldn’t mean we’d find anything-”

“Everything should have its place!” Eddie interrupted sternly.

“Not everyone is as neurotic as you, Eds.” Richie rolled his eyes, a gesture gone unnoticed in the darkness of his dorm room.

The power had gone out minutes ago while the two were in the middle of a Fortnight tournament. Eddie had immediately switched into survival mode and began rummaging around Richie’s tiny room for a flashlight, even though Richie had insisted he didn’t own one.

Eddie kept his hands on the dresser after righting himself again, using it to feel his way back to Richie’s bed. He felt the soft cotton graze his leg and sunk down next to Richie with a sigh of defeat.

“Do you at least have any power on your phone?” Eddie asked, pulling his own phone out of his pocket to check.

He felt Richie rustle beside him and heard the telltale click of a button, but no light illuminated the space.

“Nope, dead as a doorknob.” Richie responded, chucking his phone in the direction of his nightstand. A thud announced that it hit the floor instead.

“Why do they say that anyway? Dead as a doorknob? I mean, it doesn’t make any sense. Something can’t be dead if it was never alive, right? Unless dead is just a synonym for inanimate, in which case, are dead people just inanimate ob-”

Eddie tuned him out as Richie continued to ramble. His own phone reflected back at him with only 12% battery. He cursed himself for being too distracted by video games to plug in his phone when he’d needed to. He quickly switched his phone to power saving mode and tucked it away. When he zoned back in, Richie was still ranting.

“- and in that case, does it hurt when we use them? Like, when we squeeze a doorknob, are we actually squeezing its nose?”

Eddie blinked back at Richie’s vague outline with incredulity, before his sigh dissolved into giggles.

“You totally just ripped off Alice in Wonderland.”

“What? No I didn’t?” Richie defended confidently.

“You’re thinking of that scene at the beginning of the movie where Alice finds a talking door and she squeezes it’s knob-nose.”

Richie was silent for a moment.

“Whatever, Walt Disney can suck my dick.”

The pair laughed for a bit before settling into silence, which was particularly deafening during a blackout. The only sound that could be heard were the passing cars outside the dorm, and the slow drip of the faucet in Richie’s bathroom that he’d been refusing to fix for three months now.

Richie’s leg began bouncing anxiously, the complete lack of stimulation already eating away at his nerves.

“This suuuuuccckkssss.” Richie whined.

“Hey, at least you’re not alone.” Eddie offered.

“It’d be better if I was alone!”

“Okay, Ouch.”

“Then I could just beat my meat until the power came back.”

“Ugh, Rich-”

“But now I’m just bored.”

“Hmm, poor you.”

Richie sighed. “I’m sorry Eds, I just get restless when I’m not doing something with my hands.”

“I know.” Eddie conceded; Richie’s ADHD could sometimes be an overwhelming feat for him to handle on his own.

He reached over to put a comforting hand on Richie’s jiggling leg, but the darkness had a way of throwing one’s coordination off.

Both boys froze as Eddie’s hand touched down on Richie’s crotch. Richie’s crotch, which was hard. Wait, why was Richie hard?

“I… uh…” Richie stammered while Eddie hastily pulled his hand away.

“I’m, uh, fuck, sorry.” Richie continued to stumble over his words as Eddie’s face flared hotter by the second.

“My roommate’s like, always here. He never fucking leaves, so I have to wait until he’s asleep to like, you know, have little Richie time, and now he just responds to darkness on his own. I swear to god, it’s like… fucking Pavlov’s dog. PAVLOV’S DICK! I PAVLOV’S DOG’D MY DICK!”

It took Eddie a minute for the words to truly sink in. The silence that stretched between them nearly became suffocating, and Richie was gearing up to begin rambling again, if for no other reason than to just drown out the quiet, when suddenly Eddie was laughing. Not just small titters, but full-blown belly laughs. He fell to his side, curling in on himself, laughter pooling all around him as he struggled to breathe.

“It’s not funny!” Richie protested with an almost indistinguishable lilt of humor in his tone.

“It’s… SO… funny!” Eddie wheezed between giggles.

Richie’s chuckles finally joined Eddie’s as the absurdity of the situation settled in.

Their laughter was interspersed with shouted puns, only half thought out and bordering on nonsense, but as they threw back and forth terms like ‘Pavlov’s Do(n)g’ or ‘Cock-turnal’, their tension bled away.

“Screw saving power, I need to tell the group chat about this.” Eddie grabbed his phone out of his pocket and began unlocking it with mischievous intent.

“Edward Spaghedward, I will kill you!” Richie yelled as he flung his body on top of Eddies to knock the phone out of his hand.

Eddie wrestled under Richie’s weight for a moment, struggling to reach for his phone now laying amongst the mess of Richie’s room. He could feel the laughter rumble through Richie’s chest, now pressed against his own which mimicked the same sound. Once Richie pinned his arms to the bed, he realized he couldn’t break free. Eddie let himself go limp, a sound of discontent accompanying a pout.

“Well, way to go Rich, my phone is now lost forever in the sea of your filth.” Eddie joked.

“It’s not that bad.” Richie objected.

“We still haven’t found Ben’s history text book and it’s been three months.”

“In my defense, there’s no evidence that Ben actually lost it in here.”

“You two were studying when he lost it.”

“…I plead the fifth.”

Eddie tried to laugh but struggled under the bulk of Richie’s body.

“Are you gonna move any time soon? You’re crushing my ribs.”

Richie shimmied a little bit while making a humming noise.

“Mmmm nope, don’t think so.”

“You asshole.” Eddie mumbled. He began to wriggle aggressively, trying to slide Richie off him enough to escape. What escaped instead was a barely audible moan from Richie’s mouth.

For the second time that evening they both froze again, going rigid under the pressure of an untold explanation. Eddie moved again, mimicking his actions from before, but this time slower. Richie hissed through his teeth and tightened his grip on Eddie’s wrists.

“Mind not moving around so much, Eds?” Richie tried to joke, his voice giving way to nerves instead.

That’s when Eddie felt it, the unmistakable outline of Richie’s erection straining against his leg. In all their joking around, they had both forgotten about Richie’s circumstance.

Eddie’s not sure why, blame it on the anonymity of darkness if you will, but his hips began to move again. Another swivel, even slower than the last, and much more calculated. He waited with baited breath, listening closely for a sign from Richie.

It came moments later in a shaky exhale. Eddie felt Richie’s hair tickle his cheek as he lowered his head to Eddie’s shoulder.

“Eddie…” Richie cautioned. “What are you doing.”

“Solving your problem…” Eddie braved, another swivel of his hips.

Richie let go of Eddie’s wrists then, sending panic into Eddie’s swimming thoughts. He’d already begun constructing his apology when he felt Richie’s hands resettle themselves on his hips.

His grip was softer, hesitant, as if he feared being burned. Eddie stayed as still as possible, inviting his touch with patience.

The next move had them both groaning, as Richie held down Eddie’s hips and ground into him.

Richie’s cock was noticeably harder than before, the subtle friction enough to get him from half to fully erect, but Eddie was following embarrassingly close behind.

Richie’s head was still tucked into the crook of Eddie’s neck, his sped-up breath leaving trails of heat along Eddie’s collarbone.

The first kiss was unexpected. Eddie’s full body shivered as Richie continued to place kisses along the column of his neck, his hips now settled into a slow rhythm against Eddie’s own. It amplified a growing need in Eddie that had only begun to rear its head mere minutes ago.

With shaky hands, Eddie reached out to tangle his fingers in familiar black curls, pulling Richie a little closer. His mouth had moved to Eddie’s jaw, nipping at the sharp angles of soft flesh. Eddie tilted his head towards the warmth, his own mouth ghosting against Richie’s.

For a moment there was nothing but shared breaths. Their lips grazed, Eddie could feel the promise of Richie’s kiss so close, yet both were too scared to cross the line.

As Eddie’s heartbeat threatened to crack a rib, he took a leap of faith.

“Richie…” He moaned, far more desperate than he’d intended.

Richie surged forward, connecting their lips in fervor, unable to hold himself back from temptation any longer.

Simultaneously, they let their walls fall away, filling each other with nothing but desire. Richie prodded Eddie’s lips with his tongue, licking into his mouth when Eddie opened up. Their tongues melded together, their pace starting slow but heating up fast. When Eddie whimpered, Richie’s hands seemed to wander instinctively.

The strong grip disappeared from Eddie’s hips in favor of his shirt, sliding up beneath it in search of tender spots. Richie’s fingers found Eddie’s nipples and his back immediately arched in response. Richie didn’t hold back his smugness as Eddie mewled beneath him.

Eddie’s hands left their purchase in Richie’s hair to pull at his top, too lost in bliss to separate their lips for even a moment. Richie pulled back despite Eddie’s whine and rid himself of the barrier, taking the extra time apart to remove Eddie’s as well before they rejoined impatiently.

The newly exposed skin added extra heat to their fever, causing them to writhe against each other with renewed vigor. Richie’s hands explored new curves as Eddie’s tangled in the sheets. Despite the layers between them, the friction of their cocks rubbing together was already enough to have Eddie somewhat senseless.

Eddie could feel the flush on his face as Richie’s hands returned to their perch on his chest, seeking out his sensitive nubs and pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. The expanse of Richie’s large hands in contrast to his small torso made him feel inexplicably filthy. He wanted to feel those hands on every part of him.

Slowly, Eddie placed one hand atop Richie’s, leading it down his taut stomach until they reached the waist band of Eddie’s jeans. Their kisses slowed to match the pace. Richie’s fingers, shaky but determined, ventured under the rough denim in search of relief. The tense breath he’d been holding was let go as soon he palmed Eddie through his underwear and heard the responding groan. Eddie’s hips rocked up into his hand, silently begging for more friction. So, with a surge of confidence spurred on by Eddie’s actions, Richie dove one layer deeper, connecting skin to skin and making them both shiver.

Eddie’s cock was deliciously thick, squished shorter by the confines of his pants that it strained against. Richie could feel the bulbous point of its head leaking against his hand as he glided over it. He wished so desperately that the power wasn’t out, that he could see Eddie’s cock in full glory, standing tall and twitching for attention. The thought alone nearly brought him to the edge. He decided he’d need to settle on relying on his other senses instead.

Touch. He squeezed the base of Eddie’s cock and dragged his hand upwards, feeling the slope of soft skin against his fingers.

Smell. The scent of Eddie’s shampoo calmed his nerves, familiar and comforting, from then forth forever tainted by this memory.

Sound. Eddie’s small pants could be heard among the silence of the room, a whimper occasionally escaping his lips when Richie flicked his wrist just right.

Taste. Eddie’s lips had tasted sweet, like he’d just applied vanilla chapstick. His tongue had tasted like soda, sugary and sharp and unmistakable. His neck, salty and bland; the taste of clean skin with a sheer layer of sweat prompted by heavy petting.

But there was one spot Richie hadn’t tasted yet… A thought that made his mouth water and his pants tighten. A sinful dream that plagued his mind at night.

“Can I suck you off?” Richie found himself asking, his better judgement lost in a haze.

Eddie keened immediately; his brain already fuzzy from how fast everything was escalating. He nodded vigorously before remembering that Richie couldn’t see him.

“Yes, yes yes yes, please.”

Richie’s hands were pulling Eddie’s pants off within seconds, causing his partner to giggle as the movement tugged his small frame farther down the bed. He scooted back up as Richie repeated the action with his boxer briefs, leaving Eddie completely nude and at his mercy.

It was interesting how confident the dark made Eddie feel. He didn’t feel shy or exposed, but rather empowered by the black surrounding him. As he felt Richie crawl back up the bed, he tugged him in for a bruising kiss. They separated with a wet noise and Eddie guided Richie’s head down to where they both wanted him most.

The hot breath against his cock had flames quickly engulfing Eddie’s abdomen. As Richie licked his first stripe up Eddie’s dick, the twisting threat of release was already churning. Eddie cursed himself for being so into this that he might not last. He clenched his muscles and focused on his breathing as Richie’s tongue continued to do sinful things.

Richie was lost in his mind as he worshiped Eddie’s cock. It was heavy on his tongue as he laved at the head, collecting as much of Eddie’s pre-cum as he could milk from him. He already felt addicted to the stretch in his throat as he sunk down to the base, and the noises the action elicited in Eddie.

“Mmm- fuck, jesus christ- ahhhhh-” Eddie prattled above him.

With a brave hand, Richie brought a single digit up to the swell of Eddie’s ass, tracing the curvature until he reached the warmth of his hole. He continued his maneuvers on Eddie’s cock as his thumb pressed gently against the pucker, teasing the small ring of muscle until Eddie writhed beneath him for more.

Richie pulled off Eddie swiftly, tangling himself up in the sheets as he felt around for his bedside table. They both laughed at Richie’s clumsiness as he continued his tirade, throwing things on the ground while rummaging through the drawer.

Eddie crawled over to where Richie was kneeling at the edge of the mattress and snaked his arms around Richie’s waist in an attempt to calm him. Richie took a deep breath as he felt soft lips on his neck. He let himself melt into Eddie, the touch successfully easing his jitteriness away. His fingers finally curled around the bottle he was searching for, and he made sure to place it within reach before twisting around and locking his arms around Eddie’s waist. He pulled him around on to his lap, Eddie’s hands settling on Richie’s shoulders and his thighs straddling either side of Richie’s legs.

Their noses brushed as foreheads connected, Richie’s hands tracing delicate patterns over Eddie’s skin. Eddie brought their lips together in a kiss that was all smiles, and maybe too much teeth, but neither of them were bothered. One of Richie’s hands disappeared from Eddie’s waist, and after a few seconds Eddie heard the pop of a cap opening.

“Oh, so you don’t know where to find a flash light, but your lube is right on hand?” Eddie snarked with no bite.

“I have my priorities.” Richie responded in a tone that had no business being so sensual.

Eddie’s skin prickled with anticipation when he felt Richie’s other hand leave his body. When it returned, it was accompanied by a slicked-up finger, which Richie teased just at the bottom of Eddie’s tailbone. He slowly trailed the digit down towards Eddie’s neglected hole, revelling in the impatient whimper he got in response to his pace.

Richie finally began circling his rim, the lube coating the area generously. When he pushed the tip of his finger in, he couldn’t help but notice that Eddie already seemed stretched out. Richie was able to push his entire finger in down to the knuckle with no resistance.

“Fuck, Eds, your greedy little hole is already sucking me in.” Richie moaned into Eddie’s neck, where he’d settled his head.

Eddie responded by gyrating his hips forward.

“I may have a nighttime routine of my own.” He whispered.

The image of Eddie eagerly thrusting his fingers into himself while his unsuspecting roommate laid just a few feet away sent a new shot of arousal down to Richie’s groin.

Richie began to drag his finger out, pistoning it back up a second later. He repeated the motion until he felt that Eddie could take another. He added a second finger alongside the first, curling them just slightly so they dragged against Eddie’s walls as he pulled out.

After a short time, Richie was able to scissor his fingers apart, spreading Eddie open to what he could only imagine was a delicious sight. He pushed in a final finger, Eddie’s hole responding hungrily to the intrusion. Richie could feel his wrist protesting as he spread his fingers within the tight muscle, feeling hot walls constricting around him.

At this point Eddie was fucking himself down on Richie’s fingers, setting a steady pace for himself as Richie’s hand stood in as a makeshift dildo of sorts. On one particular thrust Richie curved his fingers just slightly, and when Eddie bore down the response was electric. Eddie’s body curled inwards as a sound akin to a sob escaped him. After a moment he resumed his movements in smaller increments, keeping himself close to Richie and only pulling up to Richie’s second knuckles before pushing back down. He was letting out little unh unh unh’s as he moved, and Richie’s mind was gone. It was so hot he nearly forgot about his own weeping cock, which was smearing precum deep into the fibers of his boxers as it strained against its confines.

When his mind returned to his body on a particularly loud moan from the boy above him, it was like something snapped in Richie. With fluid motions he flipped himself backwards and up the mattress, keeping Eddie securely in his lap with a strong arm around his torso. The new position left Eddie sitting directly on his crotch, Richie’s clothed erection settling in the cleft of his ass. Lube smeared across his pants as Eddie adjusted, adding to the wetness of his jeans.

Eddie’s fingers seemed to have the same thought as Richie’s as they both reached for the button on Richie’s jeans at the same time, neither trying to hide their eagerness. Richie popped the button as Eddie unzipped his fly, and together in an awkward mess of limbs they pulled the tight material down Richie’s legs until it laid in a sad heap at the bottom of the bed.

Eddie’s eagerness wavered slightly in favor of teasing Richie. Soft, delicate fingers traced Richie’s happy trail, dipping into the band of his boxers for a moment only to return up towards his belly button. It was a torturous procedure, but Richie still bathed in the moment, soaking up the attention from Eddie like a sponge.

“You are evil, you know that Eds?” Richie gasped out breathily after the fourth time Eddie pulled his fingers away.

Eddie conceded, not too fond of putting off his own pleasure any longer when Richie was so eager to please.

A single moment is all it took to have Richie reciting just about every curse known to man. As soon as Eddie pulled his boxers off and rested his warm hole up against Richie’s cock, the words just came tumbling.

“Holy fucking shit- aaaahhhhh- your motherfucking asshole is on my dick what the fuck- aaagggghhhh- son of a bitch- hnnnggg” Richie’s incoherence was accompanied by sharp nails digging into the flesh of Eddie’s thighs, hard enough to leave crescent moons in their wake. It was as if Richie thought if he held on tight enough, he might not entirely lose his mind.

Eddie loved the roughness, no matter how accidental or subconscious. He absently hoped there’d be bruises there tomorrow. He couldn’t help but rock back on Richie’s cock just a little bit harder in hopes of getting a harsher grip.

What Eddie got instead was a sudden flip of power. Before he knew it, he was on his stomach, being mounted from the back as he struggled to figure out how Richie had moved so quickly.

“No more games.” Richie growled into Eddie’s ear, his tone causing prickles along Eddie’s arms. He realized then that he’d teased Richie for just a bit too long, awakening within him a side that Eddie had never seen before. He wondered if Richie’s other partners had ever gotten this Richie; stern Richie. He quite liked it…

“O-okay.” Eddie responded with a quake to his voice.

“Now’s the time to choose.” Richie continued, tone even but solemn. “Do you want me to fuck you, or leave you to finger yourself alone in my bed?”

“Th-the first one?” Eddie answered back, a little more hesitantly than he’d intended.

The second he felt Richie’s weight shifting off him he panicked, scrambling behind him blindly to try and pull him back down.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME, PLEASE RICH- DON’T- don’t leave, I want you to fuck me, please please.”

A chuckle much more akin to the Richie Eddie was used to rang through the air.

“I wasn’t leaving, Eds, I was going to grab a condom…” Richie’s voice dropped a few octaves before adding “But I appreciate the enthusiasm. Seriously, anytime you want to beg me to fuck you, please don’t hold back.”

Eddie’s face was flaring red, he was sure of it. Even in the darkness of the room, red light emanated through his skin to light him up like a Christmas bulb.

Eddie figured since he was already dying of mortification, he had nothing else to lose.

“Can we skip that part actually?”

His voice didn’t waver, and Eddie counted that as a big win for team Kaspbrak.

“Eddie…” Richie’s voice seemed to drop suddenly. “Of course we can skip sex. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” His tone came out softened and cautious, and Eddie wanted to punch him for it.

So, scratch that, both teams were losing.

Eddie sighed before reaching back and taking Richie’s cock in his hand, guiding him to his entrance and propping up his hips in the process.

“You idiot. Skip the condom.”

The reaction was instantaneous, Richie’s head dropped to Eddie’s shoulder and a single incredulous huff exited his chest.

“Thank god. Jerking off in the bathroom wouldn’t have been nearly as satisfying as this-”

Eddie keened loudly as Richie slipped into him in one easy glide. His tight walls accepted Richie’s cock with no hesitation, leaving him sheathed fully as Eddie trembled below him, toes curled in pleasure.

Richie didn’t allow Eddie time to adjust, apart from the quickly exchanged confirmation that Eddie was okay. But once that was out of the way, Richie was setting a brutal pace right off the bat.

Eddie’d known Richie was well-endowed, but he hadn’t been expecting to feel quite so full with him inside. It wasn’t painful, but it was certainly a step up from the dildo he’d gotten used to using over the last year. This was infinitely better than a dildo.

“Ahhh- such a tight little hole, Eds. Jesus fuck, you’re perfect.” Richie ground out between clenched teeth, no doubt trying to hold himself back just as much as Eddie was.

The constant friction of his cock against the mattress wasn’t doing Eddie many favors in that department, and neither were the filthy things falling from Richie’s mouth.

Eddie’s entire body was already broken out in a sweat. It should’ve grossed him out, but instead it just added to the absolutely filthy feeling he was being consumed by.

“Rich- ‘Chee- fuck you’re so good.” Eddie had never been one for dirty talk, but words were spilling out of him like he physically couldn’t contain them. The praise just felt so natural with Richie.

“So full- hnnnnggg- ‘m so full, don’t stop please please don’t stop.” Eddie reached behind himself almost frantically, searching for Richie’s hands like if he didn’t intertwine their fingers soon, he might lose his footing and begin floating up into the sky.

Luckily, Richie tethered him to the ground, reminding Eddie that he was there, and he didn’t plan on stopping, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Eddie tried to focus on the feeling of Richie’s thumb rubbing the back of his hand as he evened out his breathing.

“So much…” Eddie started back up. “So full… so-”

Eddie was cut off as Richie folded over him, modifying his thrusts so they were shallower. He didn’t pull his hips back far before pushing back in, keeping himself nestled right up against Eddie.

“Is it too much?” Richie asked quietly, bringing their conjoined hands up to his mouth and kissing each of Eddie’s tiny fingers.

Eddie shook his head, then remembered Richie couldn’t see him.

“No, it’s just… it’s a lot, but not too much.”

Richie hummed in acknowledgement, keeping his new pace consistent as their bodies rocked together.

With Richie pressed so closely to Eddie, he could feel every inch of skin that rubbed together. Even things a simple as the graze of Richie’s leg against his thigh had tingles shooting up Eddie’s spine.

“Your skin is so soft.” Eddie whispered absently, kissing Richie’s wrist where their hands were still joined, now laying beside Eddie’s head as Richie used his elbows to hold himself up.

Richie stilled immediately, pausing for a moment before pulling out and flipping Eddie over on to his back. Eddie’s disoriented eyes darted around, blinking frantically as if that would make the darkness disappear. He was about to ask Richie why he’d stopped when he felt the same press of Richie’s chest easing down on to his own.

He knew Richie was close, could feel the hot breath escaping his lips and hear the labored breathing that accompanied it.

“You have the softest skin.” Richie said, placing an unexpected kiss to Eddie’s cheek. “And the best smelling hair.” He continued, threading his fingers through Eddie’s hair. “The sexiest body.” Richie hiked Eddie’s legs up to his chest, settling his lithe frame between them once again. “The most charming smile.” A press of Richie’s lips to Eddie’s informed him that Richie was wearing a smile of his own. “And the tightest ass I’ve ever felt.” Richie added with a small chuckle, rubbing his cock up and down Eddie’s hole before pushing back in very slowly.

Eddie’s breath hitched as Richie bottomed out, staying pressed in there tight as Richie lower his head to Eddie’s ear.

“And I’ve been in love with you for years.” He whispered, barely intelligible.

Relief that Eddie didn’t realized he’d been craving washed over him in a suffocating wave. Sex with Richie had been great so far; Eddie was out of his mind with lust for him, and that raw attraction alone had resulted in the best sex of Eddie’s life… But the other component that had made the sex so great for him was an unspoken secret that, until then, Eddie hadn’t thought was requited.

A sound similar to a sob escaped Eddie’s throat, and he tried to cover it up by clearing his throat as if Richie hadn’t already heard it.

“Eddie-”

“Me too.” Eddie cut him off, his determination just a beat behind. “I’ve felt that way for years too. Uhm, since seventh grade, actually.” Eddie’s voice was shy, as if he was afraid of baring too much of his soul.

“Well then I guess I win.” Richie responded coyly.

“Huh?”

“I’ve been in love with you since sixth grade; I have a whole year on you.”

Eddie gaped into the darkness above him, wishing there was enough light to throw Richie an unimpressed look.

“I didn’t even know I was gay in sixth grade!” Eddie defended, a lilt of humor coating his comment.

“Oh boy, you’re lucky. The gay crisis hit me strong as soon as I saw you in those little red shorts in gym class.”

Eddie tried to recall his memory of Richie back in sixth grade. He’d just begun hitting puberty and had shot up like a beanstalk, so none of his clothes had fit him quite right, and his walk had become a little awkward. That was also the year he’d broken his glasses and had to hold them together with tape. On top of all that, he’d talked about sex nearly constantly, despite having no real knowledge on the subject. Which, for tiny stuffy Eddie, who was still under his mother’s thumb at the time, was about one of the biggest turn-offs he could think of.

Richie had really grown into himself since then, an almost unrecognizable upgrade from the scrawny kid who’d eaten a worm because Beverly Marsh had dared him to. So, maybe it wasn’t exactly Eddie’s fault Richie wasn’t his ‘gay awakening’. Now, however, he was definitely awakening something inside Eddie. He’d grown into his figure, had developed a sense of style that worked for him, had since gotten new glasses that complimented his angular features and deep blue eyes aggressively well (and had zero tape holding them together). As for the last part, well… Richie still talked about sex just as much as he used to, but now he actually knew what he was talking about, and Eddie no longer shied away from the topic. In fact, that very combination of traits was what winded them in this exact position, and Eddie wasn’t complaining.

“Well, now that we’ve established that… new information…” Eddie swirled his hips tauntingly, earning a small groan of sexual frustration in return.

“Yeah, okay, moment over.” Richie agreed, pulling out with a shuddering breath before pushing back in just as gradually.

They built their pace back up slowly, the softness of their admissions making everything a little more tender.

Once Richie had set a bruising pace, and Eddie was getting used to the small puffs pushed out of him on every thrust, Richie suddenly changed angles.

“Hhhh-Ahhh!” Eddie screamed as Richie pounded right up into Eddie’s prostate without reservation.

Eddie’s body was gone, replaced with a firecracker. He could feel the fuse slowly lighting up every inch of his body as it burnt down.

Richie was also getting close, whispering in Eddie’s ear as his thrusts got quicker.

“I’m gonna cum, hnnnngg- fuck Eds, gonna fill you up, gonna have you dripping- aaahhhh-”

Eddie was right on the edge, so close but unable to topple over.

“Richie… I need… I need-”

Suddenly the room exploded in color and sound. The lights flickered a few times before coming back on, and the sound of their computer restarting melded with muffled cheers from down the hall. Despite the world coming back into focus, Eddie’s own mind was leaving. The sight of Richie above him, pale and lean and spilling sinful moans from his lips was enough to send Eddie over the edge. He tried to keep his eyes open as waves of pleasure rolled through him, but his pupils rolled back involuntarily. His muscles spasmed erratically as his body tried to move through the most powerful orgasm he’d ever endured. He clenched around Richie’s cock while spilling on to his own stomach, too preoccupied by his own euphoria to feel Richie’s stuttering hips, followed by the rush of warmth filling him up.

Richie’s legs shook violently as he emptied into Eddie. The sight of Eddie writhing beneath him, cheeks flush and brow drawn, had been too much for Richie to handle. It had only taken a few more pumps after the power came back on for him to be completely at the mercy of Eddie’s body.

Once Richie calmed down to have enough sense, he gently pulled out of Eddie and collapsed down beside him. Eddie had yet to reopen his eyes since his orgasm had hit, partly because he wanted to soak it all in, partly because he was afraid of what was to come next. When he did chance a peek through squinted eyes, Richie was watching him.

He shut his eyes again quickly, but not before he saw a smile being formed. He fought back his own smile as he willed his heart to calm down.

“Quit staring at me.” Eddie ordered with no real threat.

“I can’t. You’re too cute.”

Eddie opened one eye again, scrunching his nose as he looked back in Richie’s direction.

“’m not cute.” Eddie grumbled.

The bed dipped as Richie drew himself closer. Eddie opened both his eyes and let Richie come into focus.

“Yes, you are.” Richie bent forward, placing a kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “Cute…” A kiss on the other cheek. “…cute…” He hesitated once he was hovering over Eddie’s lips, searching his eyes for approval. Eddie gave a shy nod, letting Richie connect their lips for a soft kiss, unlike any of the other ones they’d shared. “…cute.” Richie whispered.

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Peter Parker is dead. And Harley Keener grieves

Last Name Is Keener-Parker

words: 12 336

author: PeachyKeener

where: ao3

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“Do you, Peter Benjamin Parker, take Harley Tyler Keener to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness or in health?”

“I do.” Peter whispered, his eyes on Harley.

“And do you, Harley Tyler Keener, take Peter Benjamin Parker to be your lawfully wedded husband-”

“I do, I do,” Harley interrupted, “I do.”

(Aka, a HarleyPeter wedding fic set in the First Name Harley AU- can be read as a stand alone but preferably read within context of the series. This is probably the fluffiest thing I've ever written,,, v sweet.)

((Chapter two is smut, please don’t read if your not comfy with that))

There’s No Way This Will End Well || Peter’s Trip to Stark Industries

(it’s the basic “oh peter goes to stark tower on a field trip” trope, except it’s actually good.)

words: 12 031 to date

author: I_Want_ Marvel_to_Choke_Me

where: ao3

incomplete but with regular updates

Peter Parker's class is going on a trip to Stark Industries, cutesy of one Tony Stark and Peter is absolutely dreading it. He knows for a fact that the Avengers won't pass up such an opportunity to embarrass him (and scare the fuck out of his bully Flash)

or,,,

Another field trip fic, but Harley is very protective over his spider-boyfriend and Shuri has had enough of Flash's shit.

Take Me To Church

words: 4392

author: Shaderose

where: ao3

complete (i think?)

'Take me to Church.

I'll worship like a dog at the shine of your lies.

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.

Offer me that deathless death.

Oh Good God, let me give you my life.'

Excerpt (because I suck at summaries):

"Prince Peter Parker Stark of the Iron Kingdom, born from King Anthony Edward Stark and Queen Virginia Potts Stark, brother to Princess Morgan Alexandra Stark." He takes another step forward, standing tall, firm, assertive, dominant, and Peter forces his feet to stay planted, his chin to stay up, his eyes to stay connected, even as he wants to step back, lower his head and submit. "Yes, I know who you are."

"But the real question you should be asking, your highness," And there it is again, the mockery, the disrespect, the tease that shouldn't make him burn brighter than the flames illuminating the room, shouldn't make him feel hotter than the sun herself, but does anyways. "Is, do you know who you are talking to?"

If The World Was Ending (You’d Come Over Right?)

words: 4721

author: Shaderose

where: ao3

complete

Peter gets kidnapped after running away from home.

Excerpt (because I suck at summaries):

"And now, now he did the worst thing possible. Worse than fighting every night with someone he thought was the love of his life. Worse than getting scolded at his dream job everyday, by his mentor and father figure. Worse than being forgotten by the only mother he really remembers, by his friends that he grew up with.

He ran away. He broke down, freaked out, and ran. Stuffed as much clothes as he could find into a suitcase, called the first hotel away from the city he could think of, booked a suite for the night and took off without telling a soul. Not his boyfriend, not his mentor, not his aunt, not his friends. Nobody.

Because he just couldnt take it anymore."

Based off of the prompt:

14. "Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!?"

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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1. when was the last time you had a headache? what about stomachache? I had a headache around two nights ago but it was easily fixed with a painkiller. My most recent stomachache was last Sunday. I distinctly remember this because my stomach acted up over dinner and needed to go to the washroom, but my parents were in the middle of a fight and the tension was super obvious that I decided to just wait it out. 2. which one of your classes goes by the slowest? In my most recent semester it was business reporting, without a doubt. Shit felt like six hours long. I dreaded my Fridays because of it.

3. what is the best movie you’ve seen in 2009? THE PROPOSAL

4. the last time you walked somewhere, who were you with? Outside? I was walking from my car to the vet clinic and was carrying Cooper on one hand.

5. how long would it take you to walk to the house of the last person you kissed? If I HAD to walk, it would take 2-3 hours. She’s on the other side of the city and in a much more elevated area, so it will take a while.

6. where is your second home? My university.

7. what did you last have a conversation with one of your siblings about? I was telling my sister that we should let Cooper socialize with the masseuses who were coming over last night for my parents so that he can be friendly with strangers when he’s older. We never had visitors when Kimi was a pup, so he never got accustomed to strangers and we wouldn’t want to repeat it with Cooper.

8. other than a dislike button, what’s something you wish facebook had? That’s pretty much it. I do want a thumbs-down option lmao

9. the last time you cussed someone out, why were you so mad at them? I was more depressed than usual last night and asked Gab to accompany me via call which I never ask for, but all she told me was that Friday nights are her video chat nights with her best friends. Needless to say I felt even emptier and I was so disappointed I just exploded on her.

10. robert pattison vs. taylor lautner, who’s hotter ; )? Robert Pattinson. Taylor was attractive too but soz, Team Edward all the way folks.

11. which part of your day was best: morning, afternoon, or night? Was? I mean when I still went to school, my favorite bit was probably the afternoon. Hated mornings because I always dreaded the drive; and evenings made me sad because the house being empty just made me feel lonely. Kimi helps of course, but sometimes I just found myself longing for a complete family to come home to. I loved being surrounded by my friends in the afternoon and taking short walks to buy street food with them, so that’s why I enjoy that part of the day.

12. what did you smoke out of the last time you got high? I’ve never gotten high.

13. do you have the person you hate the most on facebook? I don’t have a person that I hate the most. I dislike the people I dislike equally, ha.

14. how many times did you clean out your text inbox today? I never delete messages, if that’s what you mean.

15. what’s something you would do drunk but never do sober? Dancing and singing in public. Being boisterous. Saying hi to strangers hahaha.

16. honestly, could you live without your computer? Yep. I did for a while, and IN COLLEGE. If I survived that and managed to get good grades and passed all my reqs, I think anyone could survive without a computer or laptop.

17. what is more annoying, people who take forever to reply to texts or when they only say ‘k’? I don’t mind k’s actually. It’s just how some people text. And usually the case is that they’re never that stoic in person, so I’m not too bothered. Late repliers bother me a lot more.

18. is there anyone you know who looks good in pictures but ugly in person? That’s just mean lol. I know people who are the opposite, but that’s a lot less mean because at least they’re actually attractive, they’re just not photogenic.

19. have you ever had a night that’s been hands down the best night of your life? if so, describe what happened? I’ve had lots of those because fortunately my parents stopped being strict with me once I entered college and let me stay out late, haha. The most recent one was when Hans invited me and Gabie to a thanksgiving party celebrating the first year of his and his friends’ small business. It was at a club at BGC and we just acted like dumb college kids for once, and it was a lot of fun. When Hans’s crowd left Gab and I were left and we spent 2 AM-4 AM just walking around the complex, hopping to every bar and watching people get progressively drunker. We even saw someone get arrested at one point. I loved that night and I felt really free. Then Covid happened lmao, but I’m just glad I got to have that experience mere days before the lockdown.

20. what time do your parents normally get home from work? My dad comes home every four months. My mom gets home around 8 or 9 in the evening, depending on if she did a bit of shopping before going home heh.

21. who gets better grades, you or your best friend? Angela has always been one of the smartest people I know.

22. what is a word, if any, that you always have trouble spelling? I know nothing came to mind when I last encountered this question, but now I remembered about ‘dachshund’.

23. what was the last thing you got in trouble for doing in school? I never got in trouble except for that one time in 4th grade when Katreen and I got caught snickering.

24. is family the most important thing in your life? if not, what is? Not really. I’m a bit more focus on success for now.

25. what was the last awkward moment you experienced? So there’s these two boys that have been going door-to-door in my neighborhood selling baked goods, and I wanted to show my support so I got a few orders last Wednesday. I had given a larger bill, so one of them had to go back to their car to get change. I was left with the one boy and I didn’t really know how to initiate a conversation, since I barely knew him.

#survey #surveys

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eddie-boii · 4 years

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Never Let You Go (part 7/14)

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

Rating: Teen and up (may change). Language.

Pairings: Reddie, Benverly.

Ao3 link: here

Summary: The Losers prepare for a wedding. Here’s some Trashstack friendship for the soul.

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

Tomorrow was the big day. It still hadn’t quite registered with Richie, that tomorrow two of his best friends would be getting married. It seemed like Bev had only just asked him to be her man of honour and then he’d blinked and suddenly the Losers - plus Audra and Patty - were checking into the fancy-as-fuck hotel where the reception would be held, and Ben and Bev were assigned separate rooms until the wedding had taken place, and Stan was running around with a headset trying to make sure the caterers would arrive on time and the flower displays were the ones they ordered and a bunch of other crap Richie stayed the hell out of for the sake of his sanity. Weddings seemed stressful as fuck, and Richie decided then and there that if he was ever going to get married, it would be while drunk as fuck in Vegas with only the Losers present and probably a shitty Elvis impersonator ordaining the whole thing.

“Your rooms are already booked,” said Stan, taking a short break from yelling into his headset. “Just give your name at reception.” He waved them over to the desk and went back to arguing with someone about the colour of the tablecloths.

Richie waited for Patty to collect hers and Stan’s keys, which took a few minutes as she was happily chatting with the receptionist about what kind of birds could be found in the area, and Richie smiled to himself because Stan really deserved someone like her in his life.

“Sorry, love, I won’t keep you waiting,” Patty said, blushing slightly as she remembered there was a queue behind her. She shuffled out of the way and went to chat with Audra and Bev, who seemed thrilled to have other women to talk to, and Richie moved up to the desk and gave the receptionist a smile.

“Richie Tozier,” he said.

“Richard?” the receptionist asked and Richie nodded. “Yes, I have you booked in for room 3b with Mr Edward Kasbrak.”

Richie, in a moment of pure elegance, started choking on air, and Eddie, who had been standing right behind him, shoved his way up to the desk.

“Excuse me? Why are we not in separate rooms?” he hissed, face red.

The receptionist looked a little frightened which Richie couldn’t blame her for; anyone not used to Eddie’s frequent tirades had a right to be terrified of how intense he could be.

“Um… I’m sorry, sir, but it was requested when the rooms were booked…”

“Stanley,” Richie growled, because who else would refer to him as ‘Richard’ when booking a room. “Stanley!” he shouted this time, turning to glare at his friend who only pointed to his headset and mouthed ‘Can’t talk, I’m on the phone,’ even while grinning gleefully at him. Richie flipped him off then turned back to the receptionist, trying to relax his face into a polite smile. “Do you have any other rooms available?”

The receptionist turned to her computer and clacked away at her keyboard, but frowned and shook her head. “I’m sorry, sir, we’re all booked up.”

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose and it looked like it was taking all of his energy not to start screaming or at least run across the room and punch Stan in the face. “Are there at least two beds?” he said, voice hoarse.

“Just the one king-sized bed, I’m afraid,” the receptionist said. She looked terrified and Richie quickly put himself between her and Eddie to shield her from the waves of anger he was currently radiating.

“We’ll just take the key, thanks.”

The receptionist breathed a sigh of relief before passing over the keycards and Richie dragged Eddie away.

“Dude, it’s fine,” Richie said, trying to be reassuring even though internally he was screaming. “We used to share a bed whenever you slept over at my house, remember?”

“When we were kids,” hissed Eddie.

“It’s just for tonight,” said Richie. “Tomorrow night one of us can steal Ben or Bev’s room after they hitch up together.”

Eddie ran a hand down his face and groaned. “Okay, but we’re stealing all the complementary shit.”

“Of course.”

“And we’re murdering Stan.”

“I couldn’t do that to Patty,” Richie cried, putting a hand to his forehead dramatically.

“If we play our cards right, we can get her to help us,” said Eddie.

“You’re right,” said Richie, “but let’s wait until after the wedding.”

“Deal.”

They dropped their belongings off in their room and Richie stole both the pillow chocolates while Eddie inspected every inch of the room for germs or safety risks. Thankfully, the bed was big enough to fit every one of the Losers, and Richie doubted they’d even brush hands in the night. Then again, he seemed to remember that as kids, Eddie had always been a cuddly sleeper, always seeking out warmth, and Richie had woken up after many a sleepover with Eddie attached to him like a koala. He wondered if Eddie had changed at all.

They met back up with the Losers soon afterwards for dinner in the grand dining hall, and Richie was tempted to tell Bill and Mike that Stan was trying to meddle with their bet, but he was too caught up in devouring the delicious food. They stayed seated around the table long after the last morsels had been finished, chatting away as easily as they always had, and Richie was thrilled with a new audience of Audra and Patty to tell all his old jokes to and embarrass his friends with childhood stories. As it turned out, they had a few embarrassing tales of Bill and Stan of their own, and Richie listened raptly, silently adding the stories to his internal blackmail list.

Once the sky outside was freckled with starlight, they excused themselves to head to bed, wanting to get a good night’s sleep before the big day. Richie wasn’t tired just yet, so decided to explore the hotel, a mighty thing that was probably over a hundred years old, full of grand staircases and fancy paintings and probably a bunch of secret passageways. Richie wandered outside to the grounds, hands tucked deep in his pockets for warmth against the frigid air. The garden was a spectacle all on its own, with hedges neatly trimmed into animal sculptures and framed in moonlight, and an impeccably groomed lawn that stretched on for miles, the blades of grass shimmering gently in the breeze. And huge fountain stood at the centre, the water frozen over in midair and twinkling like diamonds under the starlight, and woodland bordered the lawn, pine trees towering over everything like silent guardians. He wondered how it would all look in the spring with flowers blooming in the flowerbeds and the fountain flowing freely, the water sparkling in the sunshine.

He made his way over to one of the benches that sat against the hotel wall facing the grounds and found it was already occupied.

“How you doing there, Haystack?” Richie greeted, taking a seat beside Ben who was fidgeting with a piece of paper in his hands. “Pre-wedding jitters?”

Ben gave him a shaky smile and nodded, folding up the piece of paper and slipping it into his jacket pocket. “Any minute now, I feel like I’m gonna wake up and realise this has all been a dream.”

“Long ass dream,” Richie commented. He leaned over and pinched Ben’s arm and grinned when he yelped. “Nope, you’re not dreaming!”

“Still hard to believe,” said Ben, rubbing his arm where Richie had pinched him. “If you went back in time and told thirteen-year-old Ben he’d be marrying Beverly Marsh, he would not have believed you.”

“If you went back in time and told little Ben he’d end up looking hotter than the Hemsworth brothers, he wouldn’t have believed you either, but here you are.”

“He wouldn’t know who the Hemsworth brothers were,” Ben laughed.

“Hotter than, uh...” Richie shrugged. “I dunno, who’s the hottest New Kids on the Block guy?”

“They’re all equally hot, I can’t choose,” Ben said, shaking his head solemnly.

“You’d go for an orgy, huh?”

Ben snorted and nudged Richie affectionately. “Shut up.”

Richie grinned and nudged him back. “Seriously, man, you’re gonna be fine. You and Bev are meant to be, trust me.”

“It’s still so surreal,” said Ben gazing up at the stars wistfully. “I’ve been in love with her since we were kids. Can you imagine-” He stopped short, glancing at Richie. “I mean-” He coughed - “It’s just- It’s just like a dream come true, really. That’s all.”

“I can imagine,” said Richie quietly. He was staring down at his shoes but didn’t miss the surprised look Ben sent his way. He cleared his throat before looking up at Ben once more and giving him a grin he hoped looked genuine. “You’re a lucky guy.”

Ben just looked at him, his eyes soft and brows furrowed slightly in concern, then he edged closer to Richie and took his hand. “Listen, man, if you ever wanna talk, I’m here.”

“Oh, I’m just fine, Benjamin,” Richie said with false cheer. “This is your big day!”

But Ben didn’t relent. “Seriously,” he said softly. “The other’s joke about it, I know. They think it’s just a crush. But I- I know.”

That gave Richie pause. “You do?” he said, his voice coming out hoarser than he meant it to.

“Remember after we beat Pennywise and Eddie was hurt?” said Ben, and Richie nodded because he couldn’t possibly forget. It had been the worst time of his life. “You pulled him out of there and we had to drag you to the Quarry while he was in intensive care so we could clean up a bit and you just- You just started crying.” He paused, squeezing Richie’s hand a little tighter, and Richie just stared fixedly at the ground trying to suppress the emotions from that day that were trying to claw their way back up. “That,” said Ben. “That’s exactly how I would’ve reacted if- If it had been Bev.” He swallowed tightly as if the mere thought of Bev getting hurt caused him pain.

“You love him,” said Ben softly. It wasn’t a question, but Richie nodded anyway. “As long as I’ve loved Bev?”

“Longer, bitch, I’ve got you beat,” said Richie, trying for his usual humour except it came out as half a sob. “Shit,” he said, dragging his free hand down his face. “This is so stupid. I’m like a fucking school girl.”

“You’re not stupid, Rich,” said Ben. He smiled gently, always so soft and sincere. “You’re a lovesick fool, just like me.”

“Same thing,” Richie snorted. “But you can’t talk, you got her in the end.”

“Who says you won’t get Eddie?” said Ben.

Richie snorted again. “Look at you, and then at me. Hot Brazilian soccer player versus weird hobo who can never shut up. You could’ve gotten anyone you wanted.”

“I don’t think Bev likes me just for my looks,” said Ben. “At least I hope not. And I don’t think Eddie’s cares either. And shut up, you’re attractive! In like… and unconventional sense.”

“Thanks, man.”

“You know what I mean.” Ben nudged him again, grinning. “Personally, I think you’re just Eddie’s type. And I know he likes you.”

“Oh yeah?” said Richie. “And how come you’re so sure?”

Ben smiled softly again, his eyes twinkling brightly in the starlight and his expression so open and sincere. “Because he looks at you the way I used to look at Bev.”

Richie gaped at him, witty retort stuck on his tongue. He stammered, flustered, then shoved Ben away slightly, extracting his hand from his grip. “Yeah fucking right, Haystack. You just wanna win whatever bet you have with the others.”

“I never took that bet,” said Ben. He smiled at the surprised look Richie gave him. “I’m rooting for you no matter what you decide, Trashmouth. Whatever makes you happy.”

“You’re too good for this world, Benny-boy,” said Richie. “You’re gonna make a disgustingly wonderful husband.”

“I hope so,” Ben said. “She deserves the whole world.”

“Seriously gonna vomit,” Richie warned and Ben just laughed at him.

They sat there in companionable silence for a while, just gazing up at the stars until Richie figured his nose was gonna drop off from frostbite if he stayed outside any longer and he dragged Ben in with him, telling him to get a good nights sleep for the big day tomorrow.

Richie made his way back to his room a little apprehensively - Eddie would blow up if he got woken up - but he found the room empty. He checked his phone to find some texts from Eddie he’d missed while out with Ben.

[10:23] Spaghetti <3: Don’t wait up

[10:23] Spaghetti <3: Staying with Bev tonight

Richie’s stomach filled with something akin to disappointment which was ridiculous; he’d spent his whole adult life not sharing a bed with Eddie and it wasn’t as though something would happen even if he was. He refused to let his disappointment show, even to himself, and sent a quick reply to Eddie.

[11:39] Richie: Sleeping with the bride on her wedding night?? How scandalous!

[11:40] Spaghetti <3: Shut the fuck up trashmouth

Richie smiled to himself at Eddie’s quick, ever-annoyed response.

[11:41] Richie: Nighty night Eds

[11:42] Spaghetti <3: Night Rich

[11:42] Spaghetti <3: Don’t call me that

Richie tossed the phone on his nightstand. It was probably a good thing he had the room to himself; he’d probably be up all night having a gay panic with Eddie sleeping next to him and end up looking like a complete zombie on the wedding day. And besides, this meant he had the whole bed to himself. Room to stretch out without Eddie koala-clinging to him in the middle of the night. He definitely hadn’t missed that. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

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lafiametta · 5 years

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(for Day 8 of the 12 Days of Carnivale: “a time of miracles”)

[Jopson/Little, set in my modern office AU]

Tom couldn’t sleep.

Part of that, of course, could be explained by the man sound asleep next to him in his bed, curled onto his side with an arm flung halfway across Tom’s chest.

Edward seemed comfortable, at least, his face freed from that furrowed, serious expression he wore so often in the waking hours. He looked softer now, more relaxed, those long boyish lashes fanning towards his cheeks. The bedroom lights were off, but his features were partially illuminated by the glow of lights from the Christmas tree spilling from the living room, even though the holiday had been over for nearly a week at this point.

Tom was a light sleeper, he always had been, and having someone else in bed with him tended to make things even trickier. But that was something he was definitely willing to deal with if it meant Edward staying over. It hadn’t been every night – they weren’t quite at that stage yet – but in the two weeks since the office holiday party, Edward had slept over at Tom’s more often than not, with the exception of the three days Tom had gone home to spend Christmas with his family.

It had all happened so fast, after the Secret Santa thing. As the party had worn down, someone had come up with the idea of a bunch of them going for drinks at the bar around the corner, and Tom could tell that if he said yes Edward would come too. (Thankfully, Irving declined, citing a family engagement.) So they both went, and in between Hartnell buying everyone a second round of Jäger shots and Morfin’s drunken serenade to the long-suffering bartender, they found themselves outside on the sidewalk, ostensibly to get some air, even though it was freezing cold and Tom had started to lose some of the feeling in his fingers.

They had huddled near each other, theoretically for warmth, eventually inching closer than they had any real need to be. Until, of course, the moment when Edward had leaned over and kissed him. Tom’s face was nearly frozen solid, but Edward’s lips were warm (with just the slightest aftertaste of Jäger), and he smiled and pulled his hands from his coat pockets so he could curl them around the back of Edward’s neck.

It hadn’t taken much to convince Edward to share a cab back to his place. And once they were finally alone, in the privacy of Tom’s apartment, they had been able to get up to all sorts of things in direct violation of HR’s non-fraternization policy.

The thing was, Tom had had his eye on Edward for a while now, nodding hello to him in the morning when he came in, listening to him in meetings through Crozier’s half-open office door – and while he was pretty convinced the attraction was mutual, it was kind of hard to tell. Edward was fairly quiet and reserved, not given to the usual office small talk, which was why it had been nice to finally draw him into a conversation, even if it had only been about 70s music. And if Tom had suspected – and secretly fantasized – about what it would be like once Edward Little let go of just a bit of that stringent self-control, the reality of it was even hotter.

He had almost become a fixture now in Tom’s apartment, and in his bed, that dark head of hair mussed into glorious disarray as it fell across the pillowcase.

So maybe losing a bit of sleep wasn’t that much of a sacrifice.

He stared up at the ceiling, letting his thoughts wander as he tried to coax them back into drowsy quiet. Aside from the thing with Edward (and Tom was fine with letting it stay undefined for now, and simply enjoying it for what it was), there wasn’t much else on his mind, aside for his quick visit home for Christmas. It had been really good to see his mom and his brother – with the hours Crozier had him working, he didn’t always have time to visit that often – and get to celebrate the holiday, just the three of them.

His brother had been in a good mood – he had just turned in the last of his college applications and now he was on a two week break from school – and his mom was in even better spirits, clearly proud of her youngest about to head off to school and thrilled to have both her sons with her for Christmas. At her insistence, they baked cookies and watched old movies, and on Christmas morning they opened presents in their pajamas, although Tom had stipulated that he needed at least a full cup of coffee before they started unwrapping anything.

It was pretty amazing to see her like that, so excited and happy, and to know how far she had come in just two years.

There were moments he had believed that she wouldn’t make it this far.

Everything had started with the accident, of course. The other driver had been distracted (probably busy checking their phone or some other bullshit) and ran the red, immediately plowing right into them. His brother had been next to her, in the passenger seat, but all the airbags deployed and they both walked away from the crash, seemingly fine. But after a few weeks, her back started bothering her and there were doctor’s visits for pills, and then more and more pills: Vicodin and Percocet, eventually OxyContin. Tom hadn’t really been aware of how much she had been taking – she had been good about hiding it, and he had been so busy with work that he hadn’t been able to visit that much – and it was only later he found out how bad it had gotten, how she had moved on to occasional hits of fentanyl, somehow maintaining her habit while holding down two jobs and raising a teenage son.

The absolute worst of it came – as it had to, eventually – one weekend in December, when had come home as a surprise and found her laying on the couch, unresponsive. His brother had been out with friends and there was no one else in the house, no one to wait with Tom as he counted the minutes for the paramedics to arrive, no one to sit with him on the vinyl upholstered bench seat in the back of the ambulance, no one to hold his hand as he begged and pleaded with whoever might possibly be listening to not let her die.

Maybe someone was listening, maybe not. He wanted to think someone was.

There was denial at first – as if the reality of what he had seen could possibly be denied – and then anger and tears and finally acceptance. She agreed to rehab, letting Tom’s aunt and uncle take temporary custody of his brother until she was ready, and it had taken almost a year, two treatment facilities, a halfway house, and a NA sponsor Tom wanted to nominate for sainthood to finally get her to where she was now.

But there was always that question, that dread, lurking in the back of his mind – as he assumed it lurked in hers – was that really the end of it? Would the need ever get so strong again that she wouldn’t be able to resist?

There wasn’t anyone he could tell, really, no one he could share these private fears with, certainly not with her and certainly not with his brother, who had already had to deal with far too much. And so Tom tried not to think about it too much, putting on his most cheerful face for when he saw them, doing his best to take each day as it came.

“Can’t sleep?”

Tom turned his head in the direction of the low voice and saw that Edward was awake, his dark eyes glinting in the low light of the room.

“Just stuff on my mind, I guess,” Tom replied, as he stretched his legs out under the covers.

The answer was vague and noncommittal, he knew, but it wasn’t as if he was expecting Edward to do much else beyond nod and go back to sleep.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Tom’s first instinct was to say no – perhaps not quite that directly, but to smile and find some way to gently decline the offer. Nobody needed to listen to him talk about things like that, especially not someone like Edward, who hadn’t signed up for hearing about all of Tom’s family issues when he decided to stay over. But there was something in Edward’s eyes, in the open, unguarded expression on his face that made Tom pause, because he realized, right at that moment, how much he really did want to talk about it.

And so he did.

He told Edward everything: about his mother and his brother and his life growing up, about the accident and the pills and the couch and the disinfectant smell of her hospital room where he had waited for her to wake up. He told him about visit back home, and how proud he was of her, even as he was afraid, and guilty too, for allowing himself to doubt her when he considered the possibility of her relapsing.

“It’s just hard sometimes, you know,” he said, “being alone with all of it.”

Edward was quiet – he hadn’t said much as Tom was talking, but had laid there next to him, listening patiently – and then reached up, letting his fingers graze along the line of Tom’s jaw.

“You don’t have to be alone with it.” Edward swallowed roughly, pressing his lips together. “Not if you don’t want to be. Not anymore.”

Everything went still for a moment, even Tom’s heart, which he could feel in the deepest, most tender recess of his chest, although what it was trying to tell him, he wasn’t even sure. He watched as the Christmas tree lights from the living room glowed soft pink, blue, yellow, green across Edward’s bare skin, and then Tom turned and gently rolled over him, their lips meeting in a tiny miracle of light and breath and heat.

#the terror amc #the terror #12daysofcarnivale #fanfiction #thomas jopson #edward little #jopson x little #au #drug use cw #overdose cw #joplittle

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Deception pt8

The conflict between the Assassins and the Templars is getting out of hand. Lies, deceit and subterfuge, now you must pick a side...

Tagging @geekgoddess813 @sweet-flash @ermergerd517 💕💕

Link to the full fic so far is Here

You stared at your phone that had the message on that you had typed several hours before, but couldn't bring yourself to hit send. After calling Connor and telling him that there were a few things you needed to sort out so you would meet him in London after he finished gathering all the information; much to his displeasure, you still had to sort out getting to London in time before you ended up in a world of hurt. Deleting the chaotic essay of a message you had previously written, you took a deep breath and opted for something simple instead, hitting send and continued staring while you waited for a reply.

Hey, did you talk to your boss about the trip?

Nearly dropping your filofax on the floor when the infernal thing vibrated on the table; echoing throughout the room, you frowned when a single word lit up on the screen.

Yes.

And?!

Meet me at the docks tomorrow. Pier 12. 6am. Don't be late.

The docks?! 6am? Great, that probably meant you were going on some cruddy little boat and you were probably going to have to row to England or something. Texting back 'Ok' and throwing your phone back down; your frayed temper becoming worse after your brief conversation, you frowned and wondered how he dare have the nerve to be so blunt with you after what he did. Checking the time and flexing your fingers when you saw that you had seventeen hours to get everything sorted, you jumped up and grabbed your rucksack that you always kept by the front door, knowing that there was only one thing that could make you feel better at this moment in time.

The sweat was beading on your brow as you tried to control your breathing, taking one last fit of anger out on the punching bag in front of you. After grabbing your water bottle and taking several heavy gulps, you started to unwind the wraps from around your hands, stopping and spinning around when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

"Leave them on (name), I still owe you that rematch remember."

"Desmond!" You squealed, laughing at his squirming when you threw your perspiring arms around him and squeezed tightly.

"Bad day? You sure were taking it out on that bag."

Shrugging your shoulders as you did your bindings back up, you climbed into the boxing ring and stretched out while you waited for him to sort himself out, turning to face the owner when he shouted from across the room.

"Oi! Gloves, headgear!... Oh it's you. Never mind."

Giving him a mock salute with a wry grin, you glanced around quickly when Desmond climbed in the ring with you to see that most of the people who had been working out had stopped what they were doing, and began gathering around to watch. Sure, you were one of only three girls that you had ever seen come to this particular gym, but you didn't understand why there were so many spectators.

"Fancied an audience did you?" You tittered, sliding your foot back and raising your arms in a defensive stance.

"Yeah... It's really me they came to watch. Ready?"

The second you nodded he came at you with an expected flurry of punches, mostly jabs and overarms which you managed to block easily. What you didn't anticipate however, was the split second sweep of his leg against your calf, taking your feet right from under you. Managing to throw yourself into a back flip before you hit the ground and land cleanly on your feet, you circled around him with a devious grin, knowing that you had a few tricks of your own that you could show him.

"Well, someone's been practicing! Becca show you that one?"

Charging at him when he playfully scowled, you suddenly feigned a punch and stopped about two foot away; grinning to yourself when his eyes widened as you spun around into a heel kick, connecting straight into his ribs and making him double over, breathless.

"Oh.. it's on..." He wheezed.

You let out a mild cackle when he finally composed himself and got in a ready stance once again, but you got momentarily distracted by the crowd who were now watching you avidly and starting to cheer at the fight. That was all he needed. You shrieked when he lunged out at you while you weren't paying attention, blocking too late and letting him catch your wrist, twisting it back painfully. You were forced to lean to the side to alleviate the discomfort, giving him the chance to kick your legs from underneath you again and send you spiralling to the floor with his hand still firmly around your wrist. More than annoyed with yourself at your distraction, a fresh wave of energy surged throughout you, giving you the opportunity to kick your legs up and balance on your shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist and pull down; making him lurch forward into a forward roll and land on his back below you. Siezing the moment, you attempted to pin him with your calves and get him into an arm bar, but he was faster than you had anticipated and managed to wriggle free of your hold and roll to the side, scurrying away and put some distance between you.

The crowd were getting more rowdy and excited at the speed at which you and Desmond were fighting at as you engaged again, but both of you were getting annoyed that even at this rapid pace neither of you were getting the upper hand, or even managing to land a hit. Grinning when he manipulated his way through your defense and curled his arm around your lower back; his hand fumbling around slightly, you spun around and elbowed him in the chest, allowing you to slip out of his embrace and skip back into a more favourable position.

"You really think I'd not learnt my lesson from last time Desmond? Giving people wedgies so you can win is a low blow. Nothing there for you to do it with this time."

He shrugged his shoulders and winked at you cheekily, finally noticing that you had gotten new training gear that wouldn't give him a sneaky advantage this time.

"It worked didn't it? You never said it was against the rules."

Playfully scowling and deciding you'd had enough of a workout for the day, you took a step back before running at him full force, hoping that he would expect you to fein a punch like before and lower his guard to protect his mid section. He did. Your momentum allowed you to throw yourself into a front flip and push yourself hard from the floor when you were completely upside down, flinging you in the air high enough so your legs slid over his shoulders. The speed at which you did this caused him to fall backwards and crash straight to the mat, with you now sitting on his chest and his arms pinned between your bent legs. "What the?!" He mumbled against your inner thigh, squirming when you licked your finger and stuck it straight into his ear.

"Give up?" "Yes! Now get off me you cheat!"

The whole crowd erupted in laughter and some even began clapping as you got up and extended your hand to help him to his feet, chuckling as he wiped his ear on his shoulder. "You deserved that. C'mon, lets get a smoothie, my treat." S

lumping down in the chair next to Desmond after handing him some berry extra whip concoption he'd ordered, you took a long swallow of your own before fiddling with the straw absentmindedly.

"So, I've heard you're seeing someone?"

You immediately stopped what you were doing and tensed up when you knew who he was on about, his cheeky grin falling away and replaced with a frown as he took in your agitated expression.

"Or not? I was gonna say I'm happy for you after being on your own all this time. What happened? You push another one away?"

"I did not!" you barked, your cheeks getting treacherously hotter than you wanted them to as you recalled your night out with Shay. "Sorry. Didn't mean to yell. Just didn't work out. How did you know? You weren't at the ball."

"Yeah work sucks, but someone had to man the fort while you lot were all getting wasted. It's better now that Altaïrs back though. Apart the robbery that happened, you pair were the talk of the party, plus there was the photos, so kind of hard to miss really?"

Desmond sighed and shook his head as you looked at him quizzically, even though that Evie had mentioned something about photographs you hadn't actually seen anyone about taking them. He leant over and fumbled in his backpack a moment before pulling out his work tablet, flicking through his emails and handing it to you when he found the one he was looking for.

"Connor apparently wanted natural pictures of people, no posing, so they were hiding in the crowds. Can't believe you've not seen them yet, they sent them all out a couple of days ago so we could all choose which ones to keep."

You were paying no attention to what he was saying as you swiped through the god knows how many pictures that were on the screen, lingering on one or two that made you laugh or smile. There was one of Edward with a stupid grin plastered over his face, with his arms draped over two uneasy looking trainee girls whilst attempting to take a swig out of his bottle. There was another one you liked- of Henry kissing Evie's hands in trying to cheer her up, making her smile even though she was in a situation that she hated. You burst out laughing when you saw one of Ezios and Connors arm wrestle, Ezios face a thousand words as he was staring at the straining seams of Connors shirt, realising at that moment he was never going to be able to win against him. And that's when you froze. The next was of you and Shay in the middle of the dance floor, your leg wrapped around his hip and gazing into each others eyes just as the music had started. Your stomach twisted in knots and your eyes began to sting as you stared at his expression before flicking through the remining pictures of you slowly; of which there were many as it seemed thay had taken a rather large interest in you, until you came to the last one in the folder. It was just after you had finished dancing, taken at the second he had leaned forward to kiss you.

You swallowed hard to try and shift the lump in your throat as you handed Desmond back his tablet numbly, taking a deep breath when he rubbed your back gently in attempts of comforting you.

"Erm, dunno if you want to see it, but they managed to record it too?" He mumbled quietly, hovering his finger over another folder in his email.

You took a large gulp of your drink and shook your head softly, definitely not wanting to relive it as it already felt like your nerves had been stripped raw at this moment in time. You didn't know what to feel, your head, your heart and other places all conflicting, and it confused the hell out of you.

"Where did you say he was from?"

Your eyes flickered up when your brain registered that he had spoke, clenching your jaw tight when you saw that he was still on his tablet but he was now scanning through some work document's, and the tone of his voice made it sound like an interrogation question.

"I met him when I was over in Russia... Why?" you asked hesitantly when he typed in something swiftly before dropping it back in his bag.

He raised his hands defensively and his eyes widened when he clicked on to what you were thinking, draping his arm around your shoulders and giving you a quick squeeze.

"I don't mean it like that! I'm not asking about him because of the theft, there's no point because knowing you, bet you already knew his full medical history, where he grew up and credit score before even talking to him!"

Breathing out slowly so it didn't look like you were relieved at what he had just said, you grinned sheepishly when that did sound like something you would probably have done, if you didn't know who he already was.

"Just thought, you know, I could pay him a little visit? Show him a thing or two for upsetting my friend?"

You tried to suppress a giggle at the thought of Desmond even attempting to take on Shay (who was, lets face it, nowhere near as well built as the Templar) but you failed miserably and ruffled his hair as he scowled at your amusement.

"Very sweet of you, but not necessary. I appreciate the offer though."

"Fine." he mumbled and pouted as he slumped back in his seat.

"So c'mon, what actually happened then? From the looks of it you two were really hitting it off?"

Punching him in the arm a little too hard as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, you gathered up your things when you saw the time, hoping that you would manage to get all of your stuff together in time for yet another mission overseas. "Yeah, I thought so too, guess he just 'hit it off' better with someone else that night. Would you mind, um, emailing me those photos? There's a couple of funny ones I'd like to keep, and I could do with some entertainment on my trip."

"Ouch. Thats harsh. No problem, where you off to?"

Checking your phone to make sure the message had come through when he pulled out his tablet again; dropping it down on the table after a few deft taps of the screen, you stepped forwards and stretched out your arms when he got up to give you a hug goodbye.

"London. Yeah yeah, I know...."

"Rain" you both mumbled at the same time, making you both chuckle as you walked down the street in search of wherever you had parked your car.

#assassin's creed #assassinscreed #shay cormac #reader insert #modern au #fanfic #desmond miles #hes so adorbs #sfw

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Review of 14x09 “1-800-799-7233”

My thoughts on the latest episode of Grey’s. Let me know what you think!

We have been waiting a year and a half to see Jo and Paul come face to face. This story is why fans showed up to watch the mid-season premiere. Stories of domestic violence often go unheard. The victim’s integrity is questioned, the perpetrator’s actions are excused, and the stories are swept under rugs, pushed behind doors, and hushed until anyone who dares speak of them is silenced.

Because of this, telling the story of a domestic violence victim on one of the most watched primetime dramas in history is a milestone. This story really began in 12x24 when Jo told Deluca about Paul and the writers chose to say, “Domestic violence is happening. It’s not okay, and we aren’t going to ignore it.” Unfortunately, they did somewhat ignore it as this story should have happened in season 13 instead of the Alex/Deluca beating that will never be spoke of again, but I digress. Regardless of the timeline, they are telling the story, so I will focus on that.

Because the build up to Jo and Paul seeing each other again has taken thirty-four episodes, this story deserved to be a centric. The focus should have been solely on Jo, Alex, and Paul. The acting of Camilla Luddington and Matthew Morrison in this episode was up there with some of the best of Grey’s Anatomy, however, the strange juxtaposition of stories, and even acting, in this episode took away from what should have been their moment to shine.

The episode starts with Jo, and the audience, trapped in her head. We’re all picking up pieces of what Paul is saying, but not everything is processing. “Paul…fiancé...help you needed…” This scene reminded me of how they presented Owen’s PTSD when he found out Megan was alive. He was going through the motions, but inside, he was frozen in trauma. And PTSD may be what Jo is experiencing as well. Many domestic violence victims do.

The decision to place the audience in Jo’s muffled thoughts and then transition into Arizona’s bubbly admiration of Paul was a nice choice. It was just what Jo needed to pull her back to reality and give her time to think. She knows this man. She knows he is a monster, but very few other people do. It also shows the viewers why this situation was/is so difficult for Jo to escape from. In the medical world, he seems to be a hero, and heroes don’t fall easily.

Just from the opening scene, I knew that Camilla and Matthew were going to nail this story and they did. The fear in Jo’s eyes contrasted with Paul’s charm and dominance was chilling.

Meredith and Glasses are slowly melting in the OR as the air conditioner is not working and Bailey finds out the hacker now controls the temperature. So, she calls Jackson for the 97th time, and we cut to Jackson and Maggie, who have apparently landed at their destination. Cue eye-rolling turned cringe at seeing them on screen and then Jackson clearly forgetting all bloodborne pathogen training and slapping his slippery glove on that woman’s shoulder. This is the second time this season they have had a scene with obvious blood contamination. Did the person in charge of checking for that quit?

Frankie is rushed to the OR because he should not have been given heparin. Jo begins to explain that she sent a text, and then got held up by her abusive husband, but before she can get the words out, Alex channels season 12’s Angry Alex and snaps at her. What was up with that? He has been nothing but in love with her all season, so why the moment of annoyance? Why not give her the chance to tell him Paul is there and let him comfort her? Amelia can take care of Frankie. She has no other storyline right now so that shouldn’t be a problem.

Deluca is placed in charge of keeping Sam from telling the patients they are all going to die, and Webber gives Paul operating privileges because we just hand out scalpels here at Grey-Sloan Memorial.

Owen and April are running the ER with paper charts and post-it notes. I appreciate that they are shown as competent, capable surgeons in a crisis. Because they’ve done this before. “Takes you back to Jordan, right?” “Yeah, only hotter.” In an earlier review this season, I said that April’s journey is about finally dealing with all the decisions she has made in the past and figuring out what makes her happy. This is another example of that happening. Nicole Herman has been brought up, Matthew’s flash-mob proposal has been brought up, Jordan is brought up this week, and we all suspect to hear Samuel’s name next week. I like this as a journey for April, but I wish we were seeing more of it on our screen. Either way, I think the end of her journey will always lead to Jackson.

Speaking of Jackson, how did April know he was on the Medavac chopper? We certainly didn’t see him tell her in 14x08, so are we supposed to believe he texted her from the chopper? Things like this are incredibly frustrating. We have this supposed love triangle happening, yet Jackson and April are purposefully kept out of scenes together. Then, we get these little moments dangled in front of us just to keep us wondering. One side of this triangle, Jackson and Maggie, is shoved down our throats in every episode, yet they cannot manage to gather a fan following. Their ship name was quickly turned into a joke, and every comment section on every form of social media is full of comments praying for their scenes to end. Jackson and April have little to no screen time. We see them share looks across rooms, we get told that April knows where Jackson is when even the Chief has no idea, but they have not had a significant scene in seven episodes. And yet, every poll, every comment section, and every review reflects that this side of the triangle, Jackson and April, is the only side the fans want to see together in the end.

Jackson and Maggie operating on their patient is unrealistic. They would have signed him over to doctors at the new hospital and showered immediately. Any hospital that would have allowed them to scrub in (assuming they did?) and operate covered in blood, when they had other options, is one that should be shut down. I get that the show tried to use this scene to have them banter about being covered in blood, but bantering requires chemistry and the ability to play off of the other actor, neither of which they have, so the scene just came across as unsanitary and gross – in more ways than one.

Speaking of banter, I like Sam and Deluca, but where are they going with them? I wish they had started as colleagues who didn’t know each other and built to a relationship. There is no build up here because as Sam says, Deluca penetrates her every five minutes. And I have lost interest in their backstory because of it.

Alex finally finds out that Paul’s in the hospital and starts an intern treasure hunt to make sure Jo is okay. I love that line.

Paul steps in for Glasses to create a classic awkward O.R. moment which brings Meredith into the story. I appreciate that the show tried to show women sticking up for each other and being strong, but I can’t help but sigh at Meredith saving the day Every. Single. Time. Can you imagine if Edwards were still here? She would have stepped right up to Paul’s smirking face and told him to burn in hell. She set a rapist on fire. That girl was fierce.

Jo’s reaction to finding out Alex sent the intern to find her was perfect. She needed that reminder that someone loves her and cares about her. Sweet scene.

The show has to be getting paid for promoting Tinder so much at this point, right? Carina catches Arizona swiping away, and I realize I forgot about both of them. It seems like they are flirting, but I don’t care enough to really pay attention. Arizona is capable of more than flirting, and it’s been too long since we’ve seen it.

Meanwhile, intern Parker electrocutes the blood bank door, and as someone on Reddit said, I see more sparks in that scene than I ever have in a Gaggie scene.

One of my favorite scenes of the episode is when Jo runs to Meredith and Alex insisting that what Paul said about her isn’t true. She is so desperate for them to believe her. The only thing that could have made it better is if she would have fallen into Alex’s arms and not Meredith’s.

April realizes their system is not failproof. They lost a post-it and forgot a patient which leads to them opening the man’s chest in the hallway. I have always liked Team Trauma. Owen is a kind, older brother figure to April, and this moment was no different. We also got to see April show how talented she is under pressure. I saw a couple people wondering if this was a chemistry test, but I hope with everything I have that it wasn’t. It is possible for a man and woman to have a platonic relationship, although this show has a hard time showing that, and the LAST thing I want to see is Owen eating April’s face when he kisses her. He has been divorced three times (Beth, Cristina, and Amelia assuming they actually signed papers off screen), and he needs to be single for a while.

Jo telling Alex and Mer that the intern followed her into the stall was a great line, but again, I thought that the scene should have just been Jo and Alex discussing what to do next. Instead, it felt like Mer took over the situation and made the decisions. You can argue that Mer thought Alex would get violent, and she was trying to avoid that, but I think it that were going to happen it would have when Alex first saw him. There was no one around to stop him, and he controlled himself. Let him be Jo’s rock.

Then we get the low-budget porn locker room scene. Scenes like this greatly take away from the seriousness of domestic violence and the powerful work that Camilla did. The transition from feeling heartbroken for Jo to secondhand embarrassment for Jackson and Maggie threw the whole episode off. If it weren’t for these awkward scenes, the episode could have been one of Grey’s best.

I’m not one who has to wipe the drool from my chin when Jesse Williams takes his shirt off, so seeing him standing in a towel definitely didn’t save this scene for me. I would much rather see him share scenes with someone he has chemistry with and where he can show a range of emotions. I think this scene was supposed to show sexual tension, but it could not have been farther from that. Whose idea was it to start the scene with Maggie saying, “Did you know that cell phones have ten times more bacteria than a public toilet seat?” Why would she be thinking of that random bit of trivia while sitting in a towel in an unfamiliar locker room? This is not cute or endearing. Jackson replies, “Cool story,” and I completely understand why. That’s what I say when I want people to stop telling me information I care nothing about. And what hospital locks up their scrubs? I guess the same one who lets doctors operate while covered in blood. In their second scene, I have no idea what they said because I was trying to decide if they looked so uncomfortable because they have no chemistry or if they were trying to lean far enough back so they didn’t have that stomach roll that we all have when we slouch. Probably both. Side note: Scrub delivery guy is a hero.

Jo and Paul sign the divorce papers. I love that Mer swiped the divorce papers away before Paul could take them, and that Jo got the chance to tell him what a monster he is. It could have been over at this point, but Jo is too good of a person. She wants to help Jenny because no one helped her. Her plan was smart. Arizona telling Paul she needed some “man power” was just the thing someone like Paul wants to hear, and it gave Jo some time alone with Jenny. Unfortunately, Jenny is either crazy or ignorant and not only didn’t take Jo’s advice, but she also told Paul everything Jo said and gave him her phone number. (You can change your number, Jo.) Matthew Morrison was peak creepy in this scene, and there were moments when I thought he was going to hit both Jo and Meredith, but (predictably) Mer saved the day when she pretended to call for security.

Dr. Parker gets the hospital back online, and we, along with Bailey find out he is transgender. Once we all googled the actor’s name, we found out he actually is transgender. Kudos to Grey’s for casting an actual transgender actor to play a transgender character. But, um, who was the hacker?

Amelia, Deluca, and Sam team up to enter this new surgical contest, which could be good, I hesitate to say.

April (of course) sees Jackson and Maggie are back, and then Webber tricks her into offering to run the surgical contest instead of him. Sigh. I was really hoping to see April compete in the contest, but I should have known that wouldn’t happen. My only hope is that her running what is actually Jackson’s contest and controlling his money will lead somewhere. It’s probably better that April control his money anyway seeing as he’s obviously not thinking clearly. No one in their right mind would ask their step-sister out. Yet he did. Maggie may have said no and left with another guy, but this story is far from over. Hopefully, 14x10 should give us some of the answers we are waiting for since Jackson and April finally have scenes together again. If this is truly a triangle, like they keep insisting it is, it should be presented that way next week. It won’t be hard. Japril’s chemistry is undeniable. One look at each other and social media will be on fire with renewed hope for their endgame. And I do still think they are endgame. We just have a long road before we get there.

#grey's anatomy #japril #jackson avery #april kepner #jolex #jo wilson #alex karev #14x09 #i don't know why this is so long

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