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kylie-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Too Far

pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader ; greg x platonic!reader (but it's mostly a sweet family fic between rodrick and greg)

warnings: cussing, rodrick thinks greg ran away/is missing, rodrick's probably ooc, uh idk what else

word count: 1.7k (why is this the longest thing i’ve written-)

summary: (takes place during rodrick rules) y/n has been a good neighbor and friend for a while now. either of the heffley boys can go to them for anything.

a/n: im a strong believer in the fact that rodrick has a soft side and he truly cares about his little brother. he doesn't show it a lot but it's there. i love rodrick so much so i wanted to try writing for him. sorry if it's ooc but i dunno, i like it. let me know what you think :)

You were watching tv, no clue what just happened in the house down the street, when there was a knock on the door.

You got up, groaning. Who would be here this late?

You opened the door, somewhat annoyed, until you saw that it was... Greg?

It was Greg, the young boy from down the street, with tears in his eyes.

You immediately wrapped an arm around him, leading him inside, “Woah, kid, what’s wrong?”

As the two of you sat back down on the couch, he choked out an answer, “R-Rodrick.”

“What did he do this time? Want me to beat his ass for you?"

A small smile crossed your face when you were able to make the boy chuckle.

He explained that him and Rodrick had a great night together but things went bad once they got home. He said that their parents found the pictures from the party last week, which you had attended, and both the boys got it trouble. But that wasn't why Greg was crying. He was crying because Rodrick was disappointed in him and said some hurtful things.

You didn't push any further. Greg was a tough kid, most of the time, so whatever Rodrick said must've been really bad.

"Wait," you said after a few minutes, "Do your parents know you're here?"

"N-no. I snuck out."

"Greg, you can't do that," you said sternly. You weren't angry, just worried.

"You and Rodrick both sneak out all the time," He tried to reason.

"That's different. We're both old enough to take care of ourselves. No offense, but you're still just a kid. If your parents find out they're gonna be worried sick."

"Can I just stay for a while longer? Please? Besides if they find out I'm gone, they'll probably check here first."

It was true. Greg and Rowley would come to your house sometimes, just to have a different place to hang out. Your parents were away a lot of the time so it worked out.

You were Greg's babysitter when he was in 5th and 6th grade. Ms. Heffley knew you were a responsible kid and she didn't exactly want Rodrick in charge. Now he's in 7th and he's trusted a bit more so you didn't have to take care of him anymore. During that time was when you and Greg got close. The two of you became friends.

You had gotten pretty close with Rodrick too. Especially since you had a lot of the same classes in school. The two of you had similar interests so you would hang out sometimes.

Of course, you couldn't say no to Greg.

You two sat and watched whatever he wanted to watch. You told him that he could have whatever he wanted from the kitchen, it didn't matter. He immediately searched for ice cream, making you laugh.

Soon there was another knock on the door. This time you looked out the peep hole.

"It's Rodrick," you whispered to Greg.

"I'm not here!" He whispered back, running up the stairs.

You waited until he was all the way upstairs, before you opened the door, "Rodrick? Hey, what's up?"

He looked back at you with panicked eyes, "(Y/n), you gotta helped me."

You ushered him in, just as you had done with his younger brother not long ago, and you two sat down. "Of course, what is it?"

"Well I- me and Greg got into a fight I guess? I said some stuff I shouldn't have. I- Fuck, (Y/n), I messed up... I took it too far."

You gently put a hand on his knee, "Hey, relax. You're okay. What do you mean you took it too far?"

"I told him that... I said 'you might be my brother, but you'll never be my friend'. W-We got in trouble for something and I got mad at him. Obviously I don't mean it, i-it just kinda slipped out."

"Okay, well, we both how Greg is. I'm sure he'll understand if you just tell him and apologize. You two will be fine," you offered him a soft smile.

To your surprise, he shook his head.

"That's not what I need your help with."

"Oh," was all you could say.

"I went to check on him a while ago because he's never been in this much trouble, I wanted to make sure he was okay. Mom and Dad were already asleep. I- I went into his room and... and he was gone. (Y/n), I don't know what to do."

You pulled him into a hug, him quickly latching onto you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair. "It's okay Rodrick. I'll help you find him."

Of course, you knew where he was. But you wouldn't give away Greg's spot if he didn't want you too.

Rodrick looked up at you, "You will?"

"Of course, let me get a jacket and we'll go."

You went up the stairs and into your room, where Greg was sitting on your bed.

"Dude, he-"

"I heard all of it. I understand."

"Oh good," you said, waking to your closet to get a jacket, "So, do you forgive him?"

"Of course, he's my brother," The two of you smiled.

As you pulled on your jacket, you asked, "Well what do you wanna do? He's ready to go searching for you."

"Maybe you two can drive around for a while and come back, and i'll just be on the sidewalk around here? I don't know, I just don't him to get at you for lying." He suggested.

You thought about it, nodding.

"Okay... but be careful, alright? Stay in here for like 15 minutes, then you can go out."

You went back downstairs and grabbed your keys. Rodrick followed you out and into your car.

"He couldn't have gone far, right?" He asked, bouncing his knee up and down.

"Nah, i'm sure he stayed close. Lets just check the neighborhood, yeah?" You said.

You drove around, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console where Rodrick was holding it tightly.

"H-he can't be gone. (Y/n), he can't!"

Of course, you haven't "found" Greg yet. Rodrick was freaking out.

You pulled over and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his hand still in yours.

"Hey, Rod, it's okay. We'll find him, I promise."

Rodrick shook his head, his eyes becoming glossy. You felt bad for letting him believe Greg was really gone for so long, but you told Greg you'd stick with his plan. And you were true to your word.

"What if we don't?" His voice cracked.

"We will, I promise. But it's getting late and you should rest. We'll go looking for him first thing in the morning. I bet you he probably went to Rowley's house."

"Yeah... yeah, that makes sense," Rodrick nodded. "Thank you."

"You know I'd do anything for you. For Greg, too. I love that kid."

Rodrick smiled, hearing you speak so fondly of his younger brother. In that moment, he knew everything would work out.

You started driving back to the cul-de-sac you guys lived on. Rodrick leaned his head against the window and started to dose off, his hand still holding yours tightly.

Then you saw it. Greg walking on the sidewalk, just like he said he would.

"Rodrick! Dude!" You shook him awake.

"Huh? What?" He woke up, startled.

"Look!" You pointed over to Greg while pulling over.

Rodrick saw him and as soon as you stopped the car, he opened the door and stumbled out.

"Greg!" He called out to his younger brother.

Before Greg could even turn around, Rodrick had him engulfed in a hug. The display of affection obviously took Greg by surprised.

"Don't ever do that again," Rodrick paused, trying to come up with some sort of insult, "... dumbass."

"I won't, I promise."

You watched as the two brothers smiled at each other. A rare occurrence for sure, but a nice one.

Rodrick lightly pushed Greg towards the car and they both got in.

"Hey (Y/n)." Greg said from the back seat.

"Hey, kid, glad you're safe," You smiled back at him.

"Yeah."

"Had this guy close to bursting into tears," You snickered, gesturing towards Rodrick and trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't tell him that!" Rodrick mumbled as he nudged your arm. This only made you and Greg giggle more.

You saw a smile form on Rodrick's lips, despite him trying to hide it. Laughter was, indeed, contagious.

You poked his cheek, making him chuckle.

You started to drive towards the Heffley house, the mood in the car now light and playful. You pulled into their driveway and unlocked the doors.

"Go inside, twerp. I'll catch up." Rodrick said.

"Okay," Greg smiled, getting out and heading towards the door.

"(Y/n)... thank you." Rodrick said, his voice softer as he looked down at his shoes.

"For what?"

"I dunno, everything. I mean, who would get up in the middle of the night and help some loser look for their little brother?"

"Oh c'mon, Rodrick. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you or that kid. It's no big deal, really." You said.

"It is to me. Thank you," He finally looked up at you, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Anytime."

"Can I- um... can I try something?" He asked. His eyes darted away from you for a split second.

"Well, uh, yeah. Sure." You said, curious to as what wants to do.

Suddenly, Rodrick put his hand on your cheek and leaned in. You felt his lips press against yours softly and closed your eyes. The kiss lasted only a little bit, but it felt much longer.

You couldn’t lie. It felt amazing. Kissing Rodrick just felt so... right. It’s like your lips were made for each other.

He pulled back a little and you smiled, laughing softly.

"Is- Is that a good thing?" He asked.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You leaned in and kissed him again. He was quick to kiss back. Eventually you leaned back.

"You should get inside," Another kiss, "Don't want you getting in more trouble."

Rodrick's usual confidence came back and he smirked, "If it's for you, it's worth it."

"Shut up!" You laughed.

He chuckled and pecked your cheek, before walking to the door.

As you pulled into your own driveway, you smiled.

Your relationship with Rodrick Heffley had changed tonight. But you know it had changed for the better.

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heythereunderoos · 5 years

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Craving More|| High School AU

Pairing: Senior!Tony x Sophomore!Peter Word Count: (Including lyrics) 3436 Warnings: Underage, recreational drug use, underage drug use, bullying

//Here we go again, I kinda wanna be more than friends. So take it easy on me, I'm afraid you're never satisfied//

Tony hadn't been excited at the prospect of another body in their home. He knew that no matter who it was, there wasn't anything or anyone that could warm the cold walls of their home. He knew that another person's chatter wouldn't be comforting or fill the empty halls, it would just make everything seem that much quieter, that much more lonely.

Maria had promised him that he had so much to look forward to. That despite the fact that this poor kid Peter's aunt, who had apparently taken care of him for a majority of his life, had died, that he was still perky and happy. Maria had told him that he needed more friends like that around, and Tony huffed.

Sure.

So Tony was slightly stunned when the boy bounded into the house with his pale yellow suitcases in tow with an equally bright smile, right towards him. Peter released his bags and his arms locked around Tony's neck with a heavy sigh.

"Long time no see, Tony!" The boy giggled into Tony's neck as Tony stood there, blinking, his arms out to his sides to avoid returning the hug.

Who the hell was this kid?

Maria huffed and gave him that look that Tony knew he had to succumb to. So he conceded, and let his muscles relax slightly, giving the kid an awkward pat on the back with both of his hands.

Peter wasn't blind to the older boy's obvious discomfort and pulled away quickly after receiving a few pats on the back. Peter could feel the heat blooming in his cheeks and huffed, his eyes finding the chocolate hardwood beneath his feet, as he tucked a curl behind his ear.

"S-Sorry. You p-probably don't remember m-me much. I'm P-Peter. Peter P-Parker." His eyes, though still towards the ground, were now following the way he wiggled his toes in his sunflower covered converse. He heard a gruff hmm resound from Tony's chest, and saw as the older boy's scuffed leather boots turned as he exited the room. Peter's head shot up and his hand reached out, as a silent squeak fell from his lips.

Peter thought maybe Tony would remember at least some of their childhood memories.

It would seem he had been horribly mistaken.

//Here we go again, we're sick like animals, we play pretend. You're just a cannibal and I'm afraid I wont get out alive. No, I won't sleep tonight//

Peter was trying his absolute best to belong here. But it didn't seem all that meant to be. He was attending Midtown High with Tony and was keeping up amazingly academically. Socially? He was totally falling short. That accompanied with the minor detail that he was sharing a house with Tony who apparently hated his guts? It made it hard to even pretend that he would make it here eventually let alone belong here in this moment. Peter knew that Maria was doing everything she could to make him feel at home, and be the accommodating mother and host that she could be, but Peter was incredibly alone.

It hadn't been a particularly good day. One of Tony's friends, by extension he claimed, Flash, was constantly on Peter's ass. Constantly nagging at him, putting him down, beating him. Today, he had managed a firm right hook to Peter's eye socket and he was feeling the repercussions of that vividly. His left eye was swollen shut and it throbbed, though not nearly as badly as his brain that had been so thoroughly rattled within his skull.

Peter, on his way home from school, had stopped at Delmar's to grab a shitty pair of sunglasses in a poor attempt to hide the inflamed eye, then quickly made his way home.

When Peter came in the door, Tony stood there looking absolutely pissed.

How dandy.

"Where the hell were you? Huh? You fucking punk, making me fucking get in trouble with my mom 'n shit."

Peter's eyes had found his yellow shoes again as he attempted to reconcile the situation, and kindle his relationship with Tony. Peter hadn't even given a thought to the fact that Peter and Tony were supposed to arrive home together. He was too busy well...getting his skull bashed in?

"I-I'm really sorry Tony. I h-had to talk to M-Mr. Harrington a-about D-Decathlon s-stuff." He shuffled his feet in a sorry attempt to shake his anxiety and continued on, "I p-promise I'll tell Maria it was my f-fault."

Though he wasn't looking directly at him, he could see Tony take brisk steps towards him, and his rough, calloused fingers caught his jaw, tugging it upward in a painfully sharp motion, jolting his brain yet again. Peter winced and Tony rolled his eyes.

"That ain't gonna fucking cut it this time, Kid. I'm tired of your stupid bullshit. Just fucking be on time tomorrow."

Tony released him and Peter let out a frustrated huff, before he burst out, "Y-You don't get to t-treat me this way! I d-deal with all this stupid shit a-at school and t-then I c-come h-here and t-this place is supposed to be my h-home too! I'm s-supposed to f-feel safe here a-and you t-treat me just like y-your s-stupid friends do. I h-haven't done anything to you. So w-why do you keep h-hurting me?"

Tony's eyes found Peter as the younger boy tore off the cheap sunglasses and sighed, attempting to wipe the tears away from his swollen eye, before stalking off to his room.

Tony was stupidly oblivious to other's feelings, of that he was painfully aware, but up until this point, he hadn't cared.

After Tony had collected his thoughts and believed he had given Peter a reasonably amount of time to calm down, he brought the kid an ice pack.

//Oh, oh I want some more. Oh, oh what are you waitin' for? Take a bite of my heart tonight. Oh, oh I want some more. Oh, oh what are you waitin' for? What are you waitin' for? Say goodbye to my heart tonight//

Peter could see that Tony was making a conscious effort. He was sending him small smiles, walking him to some of his classes to ensure he wouldn't be bothered, and when they were in the house he'd occasionally come and check on him. It made Peter beam. It seemed that things were looking upwards for both him, and his relationship with Tony.

In return, Peter made sure to cover for Tony if he decided to sneak out and do "senior things," whatever the hell that had meant, Peter wasn't entirely sure. He had guessed it had to do with things of an illicit nature, but was never confident enough to ask. He was perfectly content with the silent agreement the two of them had, having each others backs without having to explicitly state it.

Tonight wasn't at all what Peter had been expecting. Tony had snuck out, as he usually had on the weekends, but tonight he arrived home much earlier than usual. He stumbled in the front door, as Peter sat on the couch, working diligently on his homework. When Peter heard the front door his eyes shot upward, and saw a stumbling Tony. Peter, being Peter, was extremely concerned and ran to his side.

"T-Tony? Are you hurt? D-Do you need medical attention?" Peter's eyes raked Tony's body for any sign of bodily fluids, bruises, or broken bones, but couldn't find any. At Peter's concern, Tony chuckled, with a lazy side smirk.

"Don't be so concerned, kid. I'm just cross-faded as fuck right now." He laughed at himself, and Peter gave him a look that screamed I have no clue what the hell that means. With a gentle roll of his eyes, Tony took the kid’s arm and dragged him up the stairs towards the older boy's bedroom.

When Peter stood at the threshold, his eyes were wide, in utter awe that he was finally allowed in here, with Tony's permission. The older kid rolled his eyes and waved him in as he collapsed upon his bed, patting the space beside him.

Peter took hesitant steps towards the bed, and awkwardly seated himself on the bed's edge.

"D-Do you need anything, Tony? W-Water or something?" Tony just stared at the boys face: his flushed cheeks and button nose. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from the way the light hit the kid's whiskey colored eyes, or the golden flecks within them.

"Nah kid, 'm alright." Tony smiled gently before he scoffed, "dude, stop sitting there all awkward and just lay on the damn bed."

Peter was slightly shocked by the words, but nodded and shimmied his way onto the bed, as Tony watched and laughed softly. After the two were laid side by side, the room was filled with silence, and Peter took a glance at Tony. The older boy looked positively delicious, in his dark, fitted Black Sabbath shirt, glancing off at the ceiling as if contemplating the meaning of his existence, before his eyes found Peter's. Peter's thoughts ceased as Tony's eyes found his and he stared into their abysmal brown hue. Peter hadn't noticed the way he hesitantly gravitated towards Tony, until the older boy spoke and broke him from his thoughts.

"Pete...do you...do you like it here?"

Peter was genuinely taken aback by his question, and quirked his eyebrow as he gave the question some thought.

"A-At first...not really. Maria tried to make it nice. I tried hard to convince myself it was nice. After M-May...after May p-passed and I came here, nothing seemed to fit me quite right. I didn't belong at school, I didn't belong here, y-you," His voice trembled, and he forced himself to close his eyes, take a deep breath and proceed, "y-you hadn't remembered me at all, and we were so c-close, and y-you...you h-hated my guts and I didn't know why."

Peter's eyes found Tony's again, as the older boy let out a soft sigh, before those calloused fingers delicately took Peter's soft buttery hands between them.

"Fuck I'm-," another exasperated sigh leaves Tony's plump lips, "I'm so sorry, Pete. I promise that you belong here, and that I'll treat you better, treat you like you deserve--no, better than you deserve. You deserve better than this, but you belong here, with m-well w-with us."

A small smile graced Tony's features and Peter thought he could melt into those hands like putty if he smiled at him like that again. By now Peter's cheeks were aflame and he wished he could hide his face within the sheets, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from Tony's. There was too much residing within them, so much passion and drive, and so Peter just stared.

"But I t-think I belong here with you, now."

//Here we are again, I feel the chemicals kickin' in. It's gettin' heavier, I wanna run and hide. I wanna run and hide. I do it every time, you're killin' me now. And I won't be denied by you, the animal inside of you.//

Tony had made good on his promise. Though he didn't remember making it, Tony treated Peter better than before. He walked him to his classes and even waited around after school if the younger boy had a club meeting. Occasionally Tony would sling his arm over Peter's shoulder and Peter would turn his head away as his cheeks lit on fire. Peter didn't mind belonging with Tony.

It made him feel whole, and appreciated and loved.

Not that Tony had any clue, because he was always oblivious, or so Peter thought.

After Tony had taught Peter what in the hell cross-faded had exactly meant, Peter thought that he could give drugs and alcohol a go. If Tony was there with him. He was unsure about being in that sort of state of mind by himself or at a party, the task seemed a little daunting.

So the two sat upon Tony's bed, as Tony pressed the small bits of marijuana in the small bowl. Tony was a little worried about the younger kid trying a bowl, but he was out of rolling paper so this would have to do.

The stench wasn't exactly pleasant, and it made Peter's stomach turn alongside the concept of getting possibly caught by Maria or Howard.

"Tony a-are you sure they won't be back tonight?"

"Aye, Pete, I told you a hundred times, they're out of the state and won't be back for a couple days. Calm down. You're gonna be alright. I'll be right here the whole time, kid."

"O-Okay." Tony looked up from his handiwork to give Peter a reassuring smile, and in return the kid smiled and awkwardly chuckled.

"Y-You're friends p-probably weren't this jumpy were they?"

"Eh," Tony shrugged, flicking the lighter a few times before a flame actually appeared, "everyone is a little nervous their first time Pete. You're no different than them." Tony waived the flame gently over the bits packed into the bowl, before placing his finger over the hole, inhaling gently as the smoke filled up the glass, before releasing his finger, and inhaling deeply. He let the smoke sit in his lungs, permeate the organs, before exhaling.

Peter watched the scene in awe, and bit his lip to contain himself as a result of how hot the action was. How Tony seemed confident in his motions, how the smoke blew from his lips, and the look of transcendence and dare he say bliss on Tony's face?

"You catch any of that, kid?" Tony asked before he turned to look at Peter who was staring back at him in awe. Tony chuckled gently before lighting the bowl again, and holding it up to Peter's lips. They had a good system going. Peter just inhaling and exhaling and Tony working the mechanics of the bowl that Peter was clearly clueless on.

Peter felt the back of his throat go numb, and coughed repeatedly. For a second, Tony was worried the kid would either puke or choke, but after tossing the kid a water bottle he settled down.

"H-Hey, Tony?"

"Yeah, kid?" Tony was working on taking his own drag before he glanced over and saw the kid’s eyes were a little bloodshot already.

"Is....is any of this real? Am...am I here right now?" Peter's eyes were wide as he slowly looked around the room, as if trying to gauge just how real this situation was. Tony chuckled and nodded his head, smoke dispersing from his lips and seeping out his nose.

"Yeah, kid this is all real. You and I are just chilling out in here." Peter smiled at that and Tony let out a breathy laugh. Tony didn't expect him to be this out of it, this early in the game, but he didn't mind. Peter's face scrunched up before he laid his head in Tony's lap as Tony scoffed. He was a cuddly one. But Tony wouldn't deny him that, so he gently carded his fingers through the younger boy’s soft hair as he spoke.

"Tony..." The boy hesitated, as he reached his hands upwards, taking the hand that Tony had within the boy’s locks between his soft fingers, fiddling with the calloused ones.

"W-Will you take c-care of me? N-Now that May is g-gone?" At this point Tony couldn't tell if the boy's eyes were bloodshot and glassy as a result of the paraphernalia or if he was on the verge of tears. Tony closed his eyes and let out a tight sigh, rubbing his thumbs over the back of Peter's hands.

"Yeah, Pete. I'll take care of you. You'll be okay here with us." He smiled gently down at the younger boy, and the boy gently returned it. Peter sat himself upwards, his hands still gripping Tony's tightly, as if that was the only thing grounding him in this wonky state of mind.

"You h-have really nice hands." Peter takes his lips between his teeth as he stares down at Tony's thick, rough fingers, caressing the pads of them gently. At this Tony laughs, a deep resounding laughter that fills Peter up with something akin to warmth and happiness.

"Thanks, Pete. Yours are nice too. Really soft. You use moisturizer?" Peter's giggles are soft and airy, and Tony thinks that he wouldn't mind hearing that forever. On a loop.

"No! I don't use moisturizer!" Another bout of giggles from Peter that reverberate warmly within Tony's chest. After his laughter has died down, Peter finds himself gravitating a little too close to Tony, but it's too late, because in his hazy state of mind he's crawled into Tony's lap and his head is tucked into the older boy's neck.

Tony doesn't breath, doesn't allow himself to touch the younger boy, and it's obvious to the kid.

"Y-You used to hold me like this as a kid. U-Used to take c-care of me." The boy sniffed and Tony's immediate reaction was to cuddle him close.

"Hey, kid, I told you that I've got you. I'm gonna take care of you, and you're gonna be okay. No need to get upset." His right hand was cupping Peter's head, gently running his fingers through his hair, and the other resided upon the boy's back, running his palm comfortingly over the expanse of his t-shirt.

Peter let himself be cradled for a few moments, enjoy the warmth radiating from Tony's body, and the feeling of being wrapped in security before he pulled back, and Tony looked at him with a curious face.

Peter let his eyes wander, from Tony's messy locks, to his quirked eye brow, to his intense gaze, his long pretty lashes, to the cute slope of his nose, the sharp cupid's bow and plump lower lip, to the stubble on the older boy's chin as Peter bit his lip.

"C-Can I uhh....can I kiss you?" The question took Tony aback, but he laughed gently before responding.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Pete-" his words were stifled by the pressure of baby soft plush lips pressed against his, and the complete loss of any thoughts flowing within his head.

The kid was by no means experienced but it hadn't mattered. Though sloppy, it was endearing the amount of passion and excitement Tony could feel through the gentle way their lips molded together. One kiss turned to two, turned to four, 'til the pair weren't going to pull away despite needing air. Peter's finger were tangled in Tony's hair, and the hand Tony previously had within the boy's hair had now found his chin and was delicately cupping it. Peter was the one that conceded, only gently releasing the other boy's lips before gulping for air and releasing a content sigh.

"That hair," the kid huffs again as a bright smile lights up his face, "it drives me absolutely crazy."

With Tony's consent, Peter clung onto him. Constantly at his side, providing him with company and intriguing conversations. The two were practically inseparable. Tony had introduced Peter to his friends and though they were hesitant, eventually they took to liking Peter. Tony met Peter's friends Ned and MJ, and though Peter was nervous that Tony wouldn't appreciate how quirky and dorky the two were, Tony melded along with them just fine.

At the moment the two were wrapped in each other's arms, tangled within Tony's sheets just basking in each other's presence before the younger boy spoke.

"Umm...T-Tony? I was w-wondering if maybe you'd f-feel comfortable doing m-more than j-just kissing?" Peter's face was tucked into Tony's side, though despite being muffled, Tony heard him loud and clear, and chuckled gently.

"Oh yeah? And do what? Make out?" The older boy teased, and received a slap on the arm, Peter's face growing hotter by the second.

"N-No you jerk. You know exactly what I m-mean." Tony's fingers found Peter's chin and tugged his face up, so the boy was forced to look him in the eye.

"No, I don't believe I do. I'll do whatever you'd like, you just have to say the word, baby boy." Peter's eyes widened and the heat in his cheeks intensified at the pet name.

"W-Well umm...c-could we make love?" Peter's lip was tucked between his teeth, and thought it was one of Tony's favorite sights, he was far too enthralled with the endearing manner with which Peter had asked him that question.

"For you baby? Of course."

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andipxndy-writes · 5 years

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Life Is Hard - Sam & Kat

[[So you know how I love angst a lot? Well, this came more out of an angsty discussion where an idea popped into mind and I just kinda decided to sprint with it. But you have no idea how much I love this family just being a family - it’s the sweetest thing ever, and they pull each other through a lot.

So here’s another thing I wrote for @a-simple-rper - based off the family life that our muses Sam and Kat are thrown into at possibly the worst time in their lives, financially.

Enjoy!]]

Life Is Hard

Standing at the open window overlooking the street below, an unopened box of cigarettes in their hand, Sam was deep in thought. Fingering the box in their hand, never had they been more tempted to open it and light one than right then – just for the feel of the smoke, the nicotine rushing through their system, the sense of peace that came with the drug.

Or maybe they could take advantage of their night off, head down to the bar anyway and drink themselves stupid. To the point where Rick would either carry them back home or up to the spare bed.

But they couldn’t do that. Not to Rick. Not to Kat. Not on their good conscience, when three lives depended on them.

Three lives. Not one. Not two. But three. That was what seemed to be keeping them up late on a night where they would usually nod off without a care in the world. The fact that they were up at such a ridiculous hour should be more than enough to show that they had a lot on their mind.

They had three lives in their care. Three lives, and not a lot of money. As great as Rick was as a boss, it wasn’t like the man could suddenly afford to up his pay a lot when there were bills to pay. Sam wasn’t the only employee anymore, and the fact that he was dating the other gave her a bit of an advantage when it came to things like working out paycheques. At least, it did in Sam’s opinion.

Not that they didn’t like Laura. Well… they were terrified of her, to be honest; but she could be nice, they supposed.

But now they were stuck. For some reason, they’d had a conversation with some of the other dads at Kat’s pregnancy group, whatever it was called, and the subject of how much kids cost came up. Apparently, one of the other dads wasn’t exactly a new dad. And the conversation they’d had was… enlightening.

Not only were they going to pay for baby stuff (which they’d started buying already with Kat, and wasn’t cheap), but kids grew out of clothes quickly. So they’d have to be buying those regularly. Then there was the food, because apparently kids needed a lot of that – and a lot of the good stuff, not the shitty microwave stuff Sam could live on – to grow healthy. There was no way Sam was gonna let their kids not be healthy. Not after the childhood they had. Add to that the increased heating and water bills, because babies needed baths and they needed to stay warm when it was cold (they just had to have late fall babies, huh?), and raising a baby was expensive.

And that wasn’t even taking into account those toddler years. Kat would obviously have to go back to work, because they couldn’t live on just Sam’s salary, meaning they needed someone to take care of the kids. Kat’s mom would’ve been the obvious choice, but she wasn’t retired yet, so Sam couldn’t exactly call her out of a lecture to take care of her grandkids. That wasn’t fair. So they had to go for either a nanny, or daycare, and eventually pre-k. They knew Allie would be more than willing to nanny, but she was also still a student. They couldn’t ask her to cut her studying short just for them. And Jake had a full-time job. And there was no way Rick would let them raise children in a bar.

Oh God, after pre-k was actual school, and even if public schools were free, food was not. Packed lunch, or school lunch, that was gonna cost money. They’d have to get suitable clothes and shoes and… oh Lord, if their kids were anything like Kat’s brother, George, clothing was gonna be a bomb. And then there was the school books and the stationary and when they got to middle school did they have to buy reading books for literature? They’d have to look that up. And then there were the proms and the school trips and the birthday parties… oh God the birthday parties…

This wasn’t even taking into account the fact that there had to be a college fund.

And all of that mentioned earlier? Yeah, double it. Because they were having twins.

They were so lost in their thoughts that they didn’t hear the soft patter of feet behind them, until a blonde messy bun suddenly appeared in their peripheral. They visibly jumped, turning to see Kat stood there, heavily pregnant and looking adorable (in Sam’s opinion) all sleepy in her pajamas.

“Sammy?” she asked, yawning and rubbing her eyes tiredly. “What are you doing up…?”

“I was just… thinking,” they responded quietly, shrugging a little. Their usual crooked smile appeared on their face, but it didn’t reach their eyes.

Kat just stared at them for a few moments. “Right…” She took their arm, beginning to drag them back towards the bedroom. “It’s too late to think. Back to bed.”

“Don’t you mean too early?” Sam teased as they let themselves be dragged away, back to the bedroom. At the last moment, they threw the pack of cigarettes behind them, out of the window.

“Don’t make me think.” As the pair reached the bed, Kat hesitated for a moment, which made Sam pause.

“What?” they asked slowly, leaning down a little to look her in the eye.

She drew her lips to the side, before responding, “We’re gonna be okay, you know.”

Sam just stared at her for a few moments, before sighing and climbing into bed, carefully pulling her down beside them so that they could curl up together under the sheets. “I know, it’s just… hard to imagine, y’know?”

“Then don’t imagine,” Kat responded softly, caressing their cheek with her hand. “Just have faith.”

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Looking up from her own stack of reading papers, Allie was surprised to actually see Sam so focused on the worksheet in front of them. Despite their obvious lack of schooling, they actually seemed to be progressing well in their studies. They were almost at the end of elementary now, and soon enough they’d be moving on to middle school stuff. Allie promised she would celebrate the day they reached the high school curriculum, and had somehow managed to convince Rick to hold a graduation ceremony for them if they got through it all and passed.

After a few minutes, though, Allie realised Sam wasn’t actually focused on the worksheet.

“Hey,” she called, reaching over to tap their arm. They jumped at her touch, eyes wide, and looked up sharply at Allie.

“Oh, uh, hey…”

Her eyes narrowed at them. “What’s bugging you?” she asked, as blunt as ever.

Sam pursed their lips shut – a universal sign that they didn’t want to speak – and looked down at the worksheet again, but when they looked back up they realised Allie was still staring. They knew that look. Laura got that same look when she knew they’d done something wrong and she was gonna figure it out. Rick got that same look too. Heck, even Kat got that look sometimes when the twins were playing up.

“It’s… it’s nothing,” Sam answered finally in a quiet voice, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

She raised an eyebrow at them. “Are you sure…?” she asked, her own voice suddenly softer as she leaned forward. “Because I’m always here if you need it…”

Sam looked back down at the worksheet in front of them. They were finally getting some of the stuff, but clearly not enough to know how short they were on the bills payment that month when they’d decided to go and do some grocery shopping. So long water and heating. They’d have to get a second job if things were going to keep going like this.

“I’m sure,” they replied, going back to the work with renewed vigour.

Later that night, when they checked their wallet for spare change, they realised they knew exactly who had snuck in the cheque for a thousand dollars.

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Wiping down the bar, Rick sighed as he looked up. The bar was practically empty – Thursday evenings were apparently not meant to be that busy, which was fine for Rick. It meant that he had time to prepare for the inevitable weekend rush.

Hearing the door open, he looked up expecting to see a customer, and was pleasantly surprised to see Sam stood there, the twins at their legs. As much as he claimed it irritated him when they brought those two to work, he actually enjoyed having them around. Annabelle was shy and kept out of trouble by sticking to her dad (and keeping them out of trouble), whilst Tyler had to be the happiest three-year-old he’d ever met.

Except Rick distinctly remembered telling Sam to take the night off because it was going to be slow, to spend some time with Kat.

Kat wasn’t there.

Huh.

“Hiya, Unca’ Wick!” cane Tyler’s cheerful greeting as he ran over, waving wildly. Rick leaned on the bar, looking over at the little guy.

He had to admit, there was a soft spot for the kid. Somewhere.

“Hi, Tyler.” He then turned to Sam and the hiding Annabelle. “Hi, Annabelle.”

The little girl gave a wave from where she was hiding behind Sam’s legs. “Hello.”

Rick then looked Sam in the eye. “I thought I told you to take the night off?”

“You did. And I am. But I thought these two deserved a special dinner tonight,” the younger said with a wide grin, earning a cheer from Tyler and a bright smile from Annabelle.

It didn’t take a genius to see what was going on, and Rick turned back to Tyler. “Well, I guess you gotta go give your orders straight to the kitchen.”

“Okay!” Tyler exclaimed before running off, and soon enough Annabelle was racing after him.

As soon as the twins were safely in the kitchen (not that the kitchen was particularly safe for a pair of three-year-olds), Rick turned back to Sam. “Where’s Kat?” he asked as he went back to wiping down the counter.

Sam shrugged a little as they sat down, running a nervous hand through their short hair. Rick was pretty sure they’d picked up that habit from Jake. “Had to work tonight. Something about not doing her required hours, so they’re docking her pay unless she goes in to do some late work.”

Rick could hear the unspoken sentence: And we can’t afford to have her pay docked right now.

“Do they know she has kids?” he asked, though he felt as if he already knew the answer to his question.

“Do you think they care?” Sam let out a humourless laugh, crossing their arms and leaning down onto the bar counter. “If they did, they wouldn’t be docking her pay when our nanny cancels on us, would they?”

Rick started at them for a few moments, noticing how their shoulders were tensed and their jaw clenched, before letting out a slow sigh. “Dinner’s on the house.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? Rick, no—”

“Make sure you get the most expensive meal you can, because it’s not happening again.” He grabbed a glass from below the counter, ignoring the way Sam seemed to be protesting. “Pop?”

Despite what Rick said, it did, in fact, end up happening again.

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Walking around the bar in her pajamas, even on an open night, had become a norm for Laura ever since she’d become a parent. Heck, she couldn’t waste time caring about how she looked to the customers when she had screaming kids that needed juice, or sobbing toddlers that needed their Tylenol. Looking good for the customers was a daytime thing – once it hit ten, and the kitchen was closed, functional quality beat public approval by a long shot.

Which was why, when Rick called her down to check who was at the door round the back, Laura found herself standing in just her pajamas, face-to-face with her twin and her partner. And their two kids.

Tyler grinned up at her toothily, his little dinosaur backpack looking huge on his little four-year-old body. “Hi, Aunt Lauwa!”

Laura just stared at him, before looking back up at Kat. “That speech impediment is still there?”

“Give him a break, he’s four,” Kat laughed.

“I have three one-year-olds who could probably speak better,” Laura teased as she stood aside to let the family of four in.

“One of those one-year-olds literally screams her head off every time Rick tells her it’s bath time,” Sam pointed out with a snort, making Kat chuckle and Laura glare at them.

“I could literally teach her to scream at you,” she threatened, though she had a smirk on her face.

“Yeah, but I give her chocolate milk every time she sees me, so that’s not gonna work.”

Laura glared at them for a moment, before smiling down at the twins and kneeling in front of them. “Hey, so your momma tells me that you’re here for a sleepover! Is that true?” Both children nodded excitedly, and Laura chuckled. “Well, guess what? You get to sleep in your dad’s super cool old room! You remember where that is?”

“Yeah!” Tyler exclaimed, before racing up the stairs before anyone could say another word, Annabelle in her sunflower backpack right behind him. The adults simply laughed as they watched the pair race up the stairs, before Kat moved to follow them.

“I better make sure those two troublemakers don’t break anything. Or wake up the triplets.” She gave Sam a quick peck on the lips. “Don’t stay down too long. You know they won’t sleep if you’re not there.”

Sam nodded, watching Kat’s retreating figure with a smile. Though, as soon as she left, that smile faded and made way for exhaustion.

Laura watched their facial expressions carefully. “Heating…?” she asked softly.

Sam glanced over at her, not sure exactly what to say, before responding quietly, “And electricity. Water goes in two days.”

Laura nodded, biting her lip. “Stay as long as you need. We’ve got the space, even if it’s a tight fit, and the food.” Noticing the guilty look that was forming on their face, she added, “God knows Rick needs someone to show him up with the parenting side of things. Have you seen him change a diaper?”

Sam’s nose crinkled. “He’s still screwing up the diapers?”

“He put one on Claire backwards yesterday.” Granted, Claire had been giggling and crawling away as he’d tried to, but that served him right for using the bathroom floor instead of the changing table like she’d asked him to many times.

Sam smirked, before rolling up their sleeves and rubbing their hands together. “Looks like I’ve got some work to do. Hey, big guy!” They turned and headed not towards the stairs, but into the bar to mess with Rick, as usual.

Laura gave a small smile at Sam’s behaviour, almost tempted to call after them to keep the noise down, but instead she sighed as she shut the back door. It was going to be hectic, but having this huge family all in one place was going to be a lot of fun. She could tell.

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“I still I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad.”

Sam actually gave a chuckle at Jake’s apparent surprise as they walked through the store, sharing a trolley between them. They didn’t quite understand why Jake had chosen them to go on a shopping trip with, but considering it meant they got out of helping out with stock and cleaning and they still got paid as if they were on shift, they weren’t complaining. They patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry – these next five months are gonna go by in a flash,” they said.

“That isn’t reassuring,” Jake pointed out, making a face at them. “That’s fucking terrifying.”

“I know. I wasn’t trying to reassure you.” They laughed at the punch to the shoulder they got in response, rubbing their shoulder.

Eventually the pair reached the kids’ aisles, and Jake slowed down as he looked through all the baby clothes.

“They’re all so tiny…” he murmured, reaching out to touch a tiny pink dress.

Sam gave a small smile. “Yeah, but they grow so fast.” They laughed a little as they held one of the baby boy outfits. “It feels like yesterday that Tyler was wearing something like this. Now he’s in kindergarten ruining almost every pair of pants he’s got.” They made a face. “Kids grow like weeds, oh my God.”

“Yeah, Ty’s gonna be a tall one,” Jake agreed with a laugh. As they continued to pass through the aisles, Jake realised Sam had stopped in the section for five and six year olds. He walked backwards towards them to see what they were looking at.

Hanging up was a pretty Disney Princess dress. Ever since Allie had introduced Annabelle to the Disney Princess movies, she’d been hooked on Aurora, saying something about how her daddy loved to sleep a lot too so she was her favourite. Sam had tried very hard not to take offense to that when Kat cracked up.

“That’s cute,” Jake said casually. “You thinking of Halloween costumes for double trouble?”

Sam let out a snort at Jake’s nickname for the twins. “Kinda? Kat was thinking of doing homemade costumes this year.”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t this the first year Anna has actually wanted a costume?”

“Yeah, and we can make it from scratch. Don’t worry.” They gave Jake one of their trademark grins.

Jake didn’t seem placated by Sam’s reassurances, but shrugged anyway, heading off to do the rest of the shopping. After all, they had a lot to do, and Rick still needed them back before the bar actually opened for the day.

It was after they’d finished, when Jake was dropping Sam off at the bar, that he handed them one of the carrier bags. Sam frowned.

“This for Rick?”

“No, for you.”

Sam’s eyes widened, almost looking as if they wanted to hand the bag straight back. “Dude, I didn’t ask for anything…”

Jake rolled his eyes at them, pushing the bag into their arms. “Take the damn bag and go,” he said, shooting them out of his car before driving off with a wave.

Sam rolled their eyes at him, before glancing around nervously and then looking into the bag. Their breath almost hitched at what they saw: a few pairs of kids’ jeans, some t-shirts, jumpers and cardigans.

And right on top? The princess dress, complete with a crown. For Annabelle.

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Sam started at the letter blankly in their hands. Not that they couldn’t read it, of course (even with their lack of education, they could at least read), but the words were just swimming on the page right then.

It was a letter for a field trip. The twins were barely six, of course, but their kindergarten class were doing a trip to Central Park to look at nature, or something like that, and draw the trees and the leaves. A ridiculous trip, in Sam’s eyes, but both of them were begging to go.

The only thing was, the school was going to provide them with lunch, and they were taking the school bus to the park. And they expected the parents to pay for fuel and food.

It didn’t really seem that expensive, considering they were splitting things with all the parents, but Sam didn’t have that kind of money. In fact, they didn’t have any kind of money. As it was, they were almost living paycheck to paycheck, and were trying to save up some money for repairs on their car, which had conveniently decided to break down last week, just before Kat had to go out of town for a conference. Which had resulted in them borrowing Jake’s car until the repairs could be done.

But they knew the looks they would get from their children if they told the twins they couldn’t go, and they couldn’t bear to face the tears that would come with them. And it wasn’t even as if they had anything to make up for not going…

Rubbing their hands through their hair frustratedly, they just about noticed Rick approaching them before they began to speak.

“Why is life so damn expensive?” they hissed, clenching their fists in their hair. “It’s just bills and rent and more bills and school and food and even more bills! Half the time I can’t even afford a decent meal!” Slamming their hands down on the bar counter, they continued, “And it’s not even as if anyone makes it easier! Goddamn college bosses don’t give a shit if you have kids and need to pick them up! And if you don’t have a nanny, well, you’re goddamn fucked! Stores keep raising their fucking prices and make everyone live on food stamps! Food stamps! Schools charge for a fucking education! That sort of shit should be free! Kids are suffering and not getting fed and can’t afford to live and all these people care about is fucking money!” They began to scrub at their face furiously, and suddenly their voice sounded like they were on the verge of tears. “I can’t even afford to take care of my own kids! They just drain and drain and drain and drain and drain and I love them so much but I have no money to take care of my wife and kids and—”

“Hey,” came the soft voice from beside them, only just loud enough to hear over the voices in their head screaming that they were a failure, they didn’t deserve to have kids and social services were gonna make sure they would never see them again. The gentle hand on their shoulder made them flinch and panic more, their breaths coming out in short puffs and their body beginning to shake. They couldn’t do this they couldn’t do this they were failing they weren’t good enough they were just destroying their kids they—

“Hey.” A firm hand landed on their other shoulder – a grounding hand that made Sam stop and listen to the firm, deep voice. Moving their hands away from their face, they looked up to see Rick stood in front of them on the other side of the bar, calm dark eyes staring straight at them. Calm dark eyes that conveyed the message that he would say if he actually wanted to speak.

“Why do you keep pushing us away?” Sam looked to the owner of the other hand on his shoulder and noticed it belonged to Allie. An Allie holding a tiny baby, but Allie nonetheless. When they didn’t answer, she sighed. “Sam, it’s okay to let us help you, you know.”

“Help with what? My failure in taking care of my own family?” Sam choked out harshly, looking away from her and almost pushing her hand off their shoulder.

“No,” Jake interjected, sitting on the other side of them at the bar and blocking off any possible escape route from the conversation. “The failure of the government to help you in taking care of your family. This system is shitty.”

“And we’re your family, Sam,” Allie pointed out. “We take care of each other, no matter what.”

Sam thought back to all the times these guys had helped them out over the years, without even them having to ask. Not even once had they demanded that they help in return – they’d just helped without questioning. And one look in Rick’s eyes told them that they would continue to help out no matter what.

Their eyes started to well up with tears, and then they heard the watery voice behind them.

“Don’t you ever call yourself a failure again.”

They span on the stool to see Kat stood there, eyes red from crying and tears still on her cheeks. They watched as she neared them, clearly still crying.

“Don’t call yourself what you aren’t. You are not a failure. You are a husband and a father and damn good at what you do. And I love you with every goddamn fiber of my being.”

Seeing that she was still crying made them begin to sob, and soon enough she was in their arms, the pair of them crying quietly. Multiple pairs of arms enveloped them, comforting them softly, until the sobs quieted down and they all slowly pulled away from each other. Except Kat, who kept her arms wrapped around Sam and her face buried in their chest as she stood in the space they’d made for her between their legs.

They placed a kiss on top of her head. “I’m sorry for worrying you like this…”

“I’m sorry for not making myself available for you to talk to about this,” she responded softly, her voice slightly muffled in their t-shirt.

The two were broken from their moment by the clearing of a throat, and Sam turned their head towards the person whilst Kat lifted her head to see who it was. Turned out it was Rick, sliding a small piece of paper across the bar to them.

A cheque of $150,000.

Kat’s mouth dropped open as Sam immediately began to shake his head. “No, we can’t take that from the bar…”

“It’s not from the bar,” Allie interrupted, drawing their attentions to her. “It’s mostly mine. And before you say anything,” she gestured to the baby in her arms, “Joseph already has a college fund set up. Take the money.”

“And if you need any more,” Jake added, causing the couple to turn to him, “please, for the love of all that is good in this world, fucking ask.”

“We’re literally a phone call away,” Laura added, leaning on the bar counter beside Rick. “Just call us when you need.”

Sam stared between the members of his makeshift family, eyes wide, before their eyes finally landed on their wife, who still had her arms wrapped around them, her eyes still shining with unshed tears but a hopeful smile on her face. A smile that made them smile back.

Life was hard. But they were going to be okay.

#written for: asimplerper #universe development: the simple life #muse development: kat banks #muse development: laura banks #muse development: allie leister #muse development: jake trent #writing: mine #writing: rp writings

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oopstheyloveeachother · 4 years

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why did tumblr make me think i would like to all the boys i loved before back when it came out in 2018

once again, i’m going to go off about something BUT this time i’m writing in lowercase so that no one takes this seriously enough to get upset.

disclaimer: i haven’t read jenny han’s book so i can’t account for anything from the book. which i haven’t read.

i have 3 uh... points i guess about the movie i want to fire off because they’ve bene bothering me since i watched it. i’ll be short because i want to write spiteful fanfiction. feel free to scroll through the block quote to the read more for the mediocre fanfiction.

1. equivalent exchange- so throughout the movie it bothered my that most of the limitations in the contract were to establish boundaries for lara jean and peter set the requirements, when peter gains the most from the arrangement. lara gets additional negatives from it because gen is on her about “stealing her boyfriend”. lara at many points makes interesting decisions, but neither of them talk it out when concerns pop up (re: fake feelings becoming real, wanting to advance the relationship, what’s going on with gen peter??) for... plot reasons i guess. peter gets to make his girlfriend/ex jealous because he’s with a new person, and lara... gets clout i guess. which she doesn’t care about. which leads to

2. the pursuit of happiness- it bothers me that kitty, chris, and lara’s dad all are 100% for lara jean dating peter because she’s been “happier”. they cite she’s been going out more and making more friends, but what evidence do we have that this is making her happy? the conversation during golden girls is especially frustrating because her younger sister just decides that lara jean must be unhappy because she’s hanging around the house. lara is our main character and if she was unhappy about her situation, then she would’ve told us in an inner monologue. if lara like reading books and hanging out at home with her family, why is it better for her to get out more and do what this guy says? what’s the point of that narrative?

3. what’s to be gained- similarly to lara’s favorite movie 16 candles, i can’t figure out what this movie means to say (kinda funny how the love interest in both movies only becomes interested because the heroine expressed interest). the most i can gain from to all the boys is that... you should shoot your shot? but lara didn’t, her sister outed her to her old crushes that she’d already processed and didn’t care about any more. you should be true to yourself? no, because everyone praises how she doesn’t just read romance novels in her room alone any more when that’s clearly something she enjoys doing. love? it’s hard to tell if peter is using lara or committing to her at any point.

TL;DR: good on jenny han for getting the rep, but is... is the book like this too?

ok now what i promised

Well. That didn’t last long.

After Lucas explained the situation to me (the whole situation), I guess it made sense. After the heart to heart with Josh and getting back together with Peter after the... thing from the ski trip, it looked to the rest of the junior class that he and Lara Jean were going to work out. At least through senior year anyway.

But then Gen posted a picture on Instagram of Peter’s lacrosse jacket swung over her desk chair and the man himself asleep in her bed. #Meant2Be. What a dick.

“I mean, I just,” She choked on the other end. Her voice was hoarse and bubbled. There was a sharp blaring noise for a moment when she blew her nose.

I don’t use Instagram and neither does Lara, but Peter jumped the gun doing damage control before it was done. And then making more. He showed up at her house with his “I can explain”s and “it’s nothing, it’s a misunderstanding”s. From how rough her voice was, I could only imagine how much she screamed at him. She was already too familiar with how much it hurt to be right.

“I’m coming over,” I held the phone between my cheek and my shoulder while I fumbled for a pair of headphones.

“What? No, it’s 10 on a school night Chris.”

“I’ve been out later for less LJ, you know that.” She started lecturing me even as I clambered from my window. If her throat was sore, she should talk less.

She’d changed topics three times before I got there, at least she wasn’t crying any more. Her house was dark on the bottom floor, Dr. C long asleep. There’s a winding trellis that goes up to the slanting roof. As I pushed aside a few vines, I heard a noise above me.

“Chris?”

Lara Jean’s kid sister looked down at me from the roof. We passed a look between us, understanding between teenage diet delinquents too good to fail out of school but too rough to respect a curfew.

I covered my mic and moved to one side. “Ladies first.”

“Then come up.”

I did. Kitty’s a good kid. She means well.

Lara Jean almost got angry at me all over again when I was at her window, but she still let me in.

Bot of us sitting on her bed in the middle of a messy room, now littered with used tissues, had a strange magic on her. She was suddenly quiet and lost every sharp, bitter word she had on the phone.

We heard a thud from outside and a yelp. “Shit!”

Lara Jean and I smiled a little more than we wanted in that way sad people do. I laughed again when we heard her dad moving around, a door opening, and a conversation outside. Tears bubbled up again and flooded down Lara Jean’s face.

She frantically pressed her sweater sleeves to her face until I pulled her head into my neck. She molded against me, grabbing around my back and silently crying into my collar. We stayed like that and every time it seemed like she was done, she would grip my shirt again and shake. I held her small shoulders and wrinkled my fingers into her hair.

I held Lara Jean for a long time. Lara Jean who couldn’t be Lara Jean because we all thought she would be better if she was like us. Lara Jean who was right.

We got tired and laid down. I started talking quietly about nothing. Music, books, things I saw on Etsy. She didn’t say anything and didn’t stop me.

Lara Jean woke me up without mentioning anything about the night before. She made an off comment about leaving the lights on all night. She offered to drive me to school at breakfast. Kitty had bandages on her knees and said nothing, but she gave me a precocious smirk.

“Can you come over again?” Lara asked as we drove. “Not tonight but, Friday night?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“It’s just I,” She stopped, sort of thinking. “I usually would do stuff with um... Other people at school on Fridays.”

“I already said sure, dork.”

After we all stopped at the school, Lara Jean shut down. As I saw her through the day, she was alone and aloof. She was for two days. I heard Peter tried to talk to her, but she shut him down. Gen tried to gloat again and Lara said she didn’t care.

On Friday I climbed in her window again. Her room was spotless and she sat reading on her bed. I laid beside her and listened to music.

“Turn your music down, you’ll go deaf.”

I smiled.

When I left on Saturday, I snuck a letter into her favorite book.

#hi jackie #to all the boys i've loved before #fanfiction #lara jean x chris #spite fanfiction

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sidewayspachinko · 7 years

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15 klance

Klance - Meeting in the ER AU

Warning for some implied NSFW jokes

“I’m tired.” The young man whined, an extra emphasis finding its way into first vowel of the second word. His head fell into his hands only moments later.

“Is it the lights?” The college junior sitting in the chair next to him questioned, concerned amber eyes glancing over at him. When Lance answered with a miserable moan, the man reached into his bag, “Try my sunglasses. They might block some of it out.”

Lance slipped the tinted glasses onto his face, “I’m never gonna see the… the… the…” He gave up on whatever sentence he had been trying to formulate, letting his head loll back onto his friend’s shoulder.

“Have you ever had a concussion before?” His companion asked, patting Lance’s head.

Lance shook his head, “I-I-I, no, I… Uh, thick skull.”

Matt chuckled, “Take it easy, Lance. You hit your head pretty hard.”

“No. No. I’m… I’m good.”

The glass doors that separated the outside world from the waiting room slid open. A humid gust of air snuck its way into the heavily air conditioned room. If the dark-haired boy had not been stuck outside all day practicing for weapon line with Matt, he may have complained about the low temperature of the room. But, the brutal August air was unwelcome inside his indoor hideaway. In all fairness, his skin was protesting the chill that spread through the room, goosebumps presenting themselves on each part of his body that his tank top and shorts exposed, but the pain radiating throughout his head took precedence over everything else.

The automatic doors shut behind the new person in the room. He was clad in a loose t-shirt, at least one size too big for him, and a pair of closed sweatpants with Galaxy Garrison University printed on the right thigh.

Ow. Even reading those three very familiar words sent a another wave of discomfort through the unfortunate large thing connected to his neck.

The man could not have been more than a year older than Lance, most likely a student of the same college he was about to begin attending in less than a week. His dark hair was messed in a manner that Lance had seen both on himself and others in the past, and the half-assed ponytail holding the ends away from the purple-eyed man’s face did not lessen the effect in any manner. He quickly spoke with the receptionist and then took a seat across from the pair of friends.

A closer inspection of the new man in the room revealed just how disheveled he really was. He clutched his wrist, the area sporting an obvious unnatural swelling, and the lack of clothing around his nape revealed a dark mark above the junction of his shoulder and neck.

Oh, Lance knew exactly what this man had been doing before he arrived here.

“Fun night?” He joked, a flirtatious tone working its way into his words.

He also probably lost the ability to filter himself when he hit his head earlier, because wow, that should not have been the first thing to come out of his mouth to a complete stranger that he most likely would have to see again for the next couple years. Nice going Lance. The guy probably thought he was a complete weirdo now.

The stranger immediately flushed, cheeks growing a deep pink as an expression of annoyance crossed his face. His eyes refused to meet Lance’s. “Not your business.”

“I’m… I’m… I’m sure… I’m sure…”

“Look, I don’t need a guy who can’t even bother to take his sunglasses off inside.”

“Cute… cute guys like you get a lot of attention.” He finished from before. The words said to him processed, slowly but surely, and had him desperately grabbing for the glasses his friend had lent him. “See, they come off.” He displayed, adding a laugh to his statement. He could not pinpoint just why he felt like the situation was so funny.

Okay, he really hit his head hard.

“Lance, put them back on. You can cause more damage if you don’t take care of yourself right now.”

“I only hit my head. Let me talk to the cute boy, Matt.” Lance complained, “I want him to smile for me.”

“Take it easy loverboy. Put those back on. I’ll be back in a few minutes. I need to use the bathroom.” Matt stood, stepping away from his injured friend and then disappearing into the men’s room.

“Hit your head, huh?” The stranger inquired. The question was not as hostile as Lance had been expecting. In fact, the new information seemed to add a hint of amusement to the other man’s voice, as if his opinion had changed now that he had realized that Lance was not exactly in his right mind.

“Only because I fell from heaven.” He teased, somehow managing to get the full sentence out in one go.

“Isn’t that line supposed to be you asking if I fell from heaven?”

“Oh, oh… oh yeah. Yeah, yeah, but you’re cute.”

“So, how did you hit your head?” The purple-eyed stranger asked, the hint of a smile gracing his lips.

“Color guard.”

“Oh!” The stranger perked up a bit more, “Marching band?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m in that. I’m a snare drum player. I used to play bass drum in high school. Where do you go to school?”

“I…” Crap. Crap, crap, crap. The cute guy was actually talking to him, and he could barely process a word being said to him. Worst case scenario. The worst.

“Your school. Which one?” The stranger spoke again, as if he was trying to break down his sentences to help Lance understand.

“Galaxy… Galaxy… ”

“Galaxy Garrison?”

Lance nodded.

“I go there too.”

“I… you… your… your hand.”

“Oh!” The stranger went red again. “That…”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I, um. I, I had it bent at an awkward angle for a while. I didn’t really notice. I was kinda… preoccupied.”

“Keith.” A nurse called from the nearby doorway.

“I’ll see you on campus.” Keith said before turning to leave. “I live in the Galra dorm if you want to find me.”

The only motion he could manage was a small wave as his new person of interest exited the room.

“So, Keith. Remember when we met?”

“Yeah. You and your horrible attempts to flirt while nursing a fresh concussion.”

“Hey, you loved it. You thought it was cute.”

“As if you can remember any of that night.” Keith teased.

“Oh, screw you.” Lance gave him a playful smack on the arm.

“I’m waiting.” Keith snorted.

Lance rolled his eyes, “Anyway. You never told me how exactly you sprained your wrist.”

“Oh!” A faint blush hit Keith’s cheeks, “Well…”

“Hmm?”

“I… I kinda had it tied back.”

“Dude!”

“Shut up! As if you haven’t done anything like that.” Keith snatched the nearest pillow, shoving his face into it.

He pulled the pillow away from his boyfriend’s face, “Stop hiding.”

“No.”

“Come on. You’re cute when you blush.”

“Is that the only reason you’re bringing this up?”

“Maybe.”

“Oh my god Lance.”

“Hey, am I not allowed to love my boyfriend?”

Keith rolled his purple eyes, “Come here dumbass.” He pulled the younger man closer to him, “Of course you are.”

Lance wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist, “Good.”

#voltron #vld keith #vld lance #klance #laith #voltron lance #voltron keith #vld #voltron: legendary defender #voltron fanfic #vld fanfic #imagination asks #prompt fills #imagination writes

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minxiebutt · 7 years

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talking

(a little thing for @erwinsalive featuring kideruris first impressions) The house across the street from his, an equally old farmhouse just outside the Corpus Christi city limits, is finally sold and eight-year-old Erwin’s only concern is whether new children will move in. Mom forces his hand in helping bake her special sweetbread for the newcomers. He grumbles but does as he is told, knowing that it makes his mother proud to say, “Oh, my little Erwin helped make this!”

His bedroom faces the street, so Erwin watches from his window as a small moving truck arrives and men unload boxes. He counts the boxes at first, all forty-nine, and watches as the movers unload thirteen larger articles wrapped in brown paper. The whole time, Erwin thinks that it’s just going to be another boring old couple, but when the parts of a swingset are unloaded, Erwin’s interest is piqued.

Racing down the stairs, he rushes to find his parents. Mom is just pulling a tray of fresh bread from the oven and she has to lift it high to avoid burning him. “Mom! There’s kids moving in across the street?!”

She sets the tray on the island and takes off her oven mitts. “Erwin Errington Smith, do not run in this kitchen,” she says patiently, even though she used his full name. “Now, ask me your question again.”

Erwin stands straight and clasps his hands together behind his back. “Mom, I saw a swing set, does that mean the new neighbours have kids?”

“We can find out later, when we go over,” she says.

“But they have kids, right? You talked to them last week!”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. Did you finish cleaning your room?”

Erwin tucks his lips together and turns on his heel to complete the task that he’d been putting off in favour of spying. Excited about the idea of having friends living nearby, Erwin cleans his room better than he ever has before. Instead of dumping his books on his shelf, he organises them by subject. All the books about animals go together, likewise with the fairytales, picture dictionaries, and workbooks to help with letters and numbers. He sets his shoes in his closet in a neat row and even pairs up his socks in his drawer. Instead of leaving his sheets rumpled under his comforter, he makes sure his bed is extra smooth just incase he gets to have a sleepover.

After his room is spotless, Erwin goes to the bathroom and combs his hair the way his mother does it for church on Sundays. He wants to make a good impression, and Mom is always telling him how handsome he looks when his hair is parted and laying down instead of the usual messy bangs. He even tucks his t-shirt into his shorts.

“Don’t you look fancy,” Dad says when Erwin bounds down the stairs. “Did Mom tell you about the new boy across the street?”

Erwin beams at the confirmation, desperate for new information. The last kids to live on Erwin’s street moved away at the end of the school year, and it’ll be Erwin’s birthday next month already. His best friends, Mike and Nile, live next to their school and that’s nearly two miles away, and he only gets to see them when he parents drive him over because it’s too far to ride his bicycle.

“There’s a new kid?”

“Yes. His name is Levi, he’s younger than you are.” Dad sets his workbag on the foyer table. “He’s going to be in Misses Dok’s class.”

“But she teaches first grade!” Erwin laments. He’s disappointed. First graders are so whiny. They’re like babies. Erwin is in third grade and so are all of his friends. It’s unfair-- he’s been waiting for new friends to move into the house across the street all summer long.

“Yes. But that doesn’t mean you can’t play together.”

Erwin rolls his eyes. He’s doubtful.

The moving truck leaves around lunchtime, and then the Smiths take over the covered plate of bread. Erwin sees the new kid sitting on his porch with a hardcover in his hands, watching Erwin approach with his parents. He’s kinda funny looking, big round ears and huge eyes like a cat. It’s creepy to look at, especially the way he stares at Erwin, and Erwin swallows. The boy looks like that creepy child from the scary movie his parents watched one night that he snuck a peek at.

“Hello,” Mom greets as she passes up the steps.

The boy looks over the book at her and says something that Erwin doesn’t understand but recognises the sound of. Dad chuckles and squats in front of Levi, holding out his hand. He says something in Spanish, too, and then the boy’s expression brightens a small amount before he shakes Dad’s hand.

Mom rings the doorbell and Levi’s parents come outside. Well, Erwin assumed they were parents, but looking at them, it’s more likely that they are Levi’s guardians. It’s two men, a tall one with dark hair and a short man with hair so blonde that it’s almost white. His friend Hanji doesn’t have parents either, she has guardians. Erwin wonders if she could get along with Levi for that reason.

Introductions are made and after that, Erwin goes back home feeling rather dejected. He uses the house phone to call the Doks and asks if he can come play, and his mother drives him over after she speaks to Mrs. Dok. The entire afternoon passes and when his mother brings him back home at dinnertime, Levi is still sitting on his porch with the book.

“Go say hello,” Mom encourages him. “He’s very lonely.”

“How do you know that?” Erwin asks, knowing his tone is needlessly rude. Levi has not done anything to offend him. But Erwin still feels jaded that he waited all summer for new children to live on his isolated street and the one to finally move in is a little kid.

“Levi just moved here all the way from California. His mom and dad died so now he has to stay with his uncles. He could use a friend.”

Erwin turns his head to look over at Levi and hops out of the car. “Fine, I’ll go say hello.”

What he really says when he approaches Levi is, “If you’re from California, why don’t you speak English?”

Levi slams his book shut and glares at Erwin. “What?”

Erwin takes a step back. “I meant….”

“What, you only speak English?” Levi asks with the pride of someone who knows they have the upper hand in a conversation.

Since he can’t deny it, Erwin stays silent and nods his head.

Levi sets his book on the porch and stands, coming down the steps to stand in front of Erwin. Even though he’s a whole head shorter, Levi crosses his arms over his chest and taps his foot, and Erwin feels a little cowed.

“So you were gonna boss me around because you think I’m dumb?” Levi asks with certainty that comes from experience. “Call me names because you think I don’t know what you’re saying?”

The accusations make Erwin flush and he rushes to defend himself. “No! I waited all summer for new friends my age and you moved in! You’re a little kid.”

“You can’t be mean to me for that.” Levi looks Erwin up and down. “I’m only six. I didn’t buy the house. Uncle Uri and Uncle Kenny did. Be mad at them.”

With that, Levi turns and takes his spot on the porch again, flipping through his book to find the place he left off.

Erwin watches, curiosity getting the best of him. It’s a big boring book like the ones his dad teaches from at the university, The American Nation. “Why are you reading that? It’s for grown ups.”

“Because I can,” Levi snaps, finding his place again and pointedly not looking at Erwin. “I’m in TAG.”

Erwin can’t stop the smile that takes over. “Hey! Me, too!”

“Great,” Levi says sarcastically. “Then shut up.”

After a moment of Erwin still standing there and watching him, Levi looks up again and quietly offers, “You can read with me, if you want.”

Levi scoots and angles his body to better share the book resting on his knees as Erwin settles in beside him. Levi is on a page of geographical vocabulary terms, and Erwin can hear him humming syllables as he reads inside his head. After a few minutes, Levi scoots back over so that his side fits snug with Erwin’s, and they read like that, until their respective suppertimes.

#eruriweek #day two #childhood #erwinsalive #eruri #penned

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fragranceofdarkness · 6 years

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Good Riddance

Notes: Thank you so much for 600 followers!! You guys are so amazing and I wouldn't be here, doing this, without your support!!

TW // Underage Drinking, Implied Underage Sex, Violence, General Angst, Coarse Language, Slight Character Bashing.

Word Count: 2.1k

Ships: Reddie, (mentioned) Stenbrough, (mentioned) Steddie

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The one thing I could always rely on was Richie Tozier’s infamous “school's out” party. His parties were always much too wild for me, with people doing everything from hooking up in the back rooms to snorting crack off of his kitchen counter. Out of all the people you'd expect to see at one of Richie’s parties, I was at the bottom of the list. I suppose that's why he was so shocked to find me standing on his front porch at 3 in the morning.

“Eds? What are you doing up this late?” I shrugged, ignoring the urge to tell him everything. After all, why should he care?

“Don't call me Eds, Richie. You know I don't like it.” I pushed my way past him as he spluttered indignantly, slipping into the horde of people gathered inside. The lights were off, leaving only the glow from the TV to illuminate the room. Someone had brought a beatbox and was playing music, which buzzed in my ears as I delved deeper. A half-full can of beer was shoved into my hand, and before I could think about what germs could be contained inside, I took a swig. The flavor of it stung my mouth as I swallowed it, leaving a bitter after taste. I took another drink, and this time, it was sweeter. Maybe I'll forget about him.

I had a few more drinks before falling onto the couch, next to a pretty girl with curly dark hair. Before I knew what was happening, our lips were crashing together in a frenzy. I ran my hands up and down her back, her long fingers running through my hair as we pulled apart for a breath.

“Eddie, I thought you-” She stops, her already red face flushing even more. “-didn’t like girls,” she finished awkwardly. I raised my eyebrows.

“If I ‘didn't like girls’, would I do this?” I leaned in, my lips brushing against her neck. She giggled softly, her laughter like music to my ears.

“Edward Kaspbrak!” I pulled myself away from the girl, who seemed upset about the interruption. “What do you think you're doing?” Richie stood against the doorway, his arms folded across his chest. His face was red and his eyes were filled with disgust.

“Go away, Richie.” I turned back to the girl, who had climbed onto my lap. I leaned towards her as she straddled me, trying to get another kiss, but before I could, Richie pulled me away. “We’ll continue this later,” I winked at the girl, who suddenly didn't seem all that upset at our abrupt departure. I turned my focus to Richie, who was dragging me upstairs.

“Whaddya want, Richie? I was kinda busy,” I grumbled. Richie sighed and yanked me into his room. I fell sloppily onto his bed as he shut the door, dampening the sounds of the party below. He sat at his desk chair in reverse, his arms resting on the back of the chair.

“Eddie… What's gotten into you, bud?” His voice was filled with disappointment as he waited for a response.

“Nothing's 'gotten into me’, Richie. Maybe you should mind your business while I go find…” I trailed off. I didn't even know her name, and I'm pretty sure she didn't know mine until Richie had shown up. “It doesn't matter. You're not my mom, and you can't tell me what to do.” I stood up shakily, headed towards the door. Richie followed me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Eds, I-” Angrily, I turned around, brushing his arm off me. Blood pulsed through my veins as I slapped him, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Richie stepped away, stray tears forming in the corner of his eyes. His glasses had fallen off, leaving the scared face of the scrawny boy I had known for so long. I spat at him, still furious, before turning back to the door. I opened it forcefully, my fingers slipping on the cold doorknob. As I started out the door, I turned to face Richie, who had a swollen red patch in the vague shape of a hand on the side of his face.

“Don't touch me, Richie.” I slammed the door shut behind me and wobbled down the stairs, where I found the girl waiting.

“C'mon, let's go somewhere a bit more private, shall we?” She giggled and took my hand as I headed purposefully towards an empty room.

I awoke to the sun shining through the pale curtains, leaving a soft glow on my bare chest. I turned my head towards the girl, who was lying with her back facing me. My head was pounding unnaturally, and I nearly fell as I climbed off the mattress. Everything spun around me as I pulled open the door and staggered out, leaving my crumpled shirt on the floor.

I headed towards the kitchen, looking for something to relieve my headache. Grabbing a glass from the cupboard, I turned towards the sink and began to fill it up.

“Hi, Eddie.” I turned my head towards the voice shakily.

Richie was sitting in a chair at the kitchen table, watching me with interest. His face had a reddish tinge, and there was a faint shadow of a bruise dancing on his cheek. He had a chipped coffee mug in his hand, which he raised to his lips and took a silent drink of whatever was inside.

“Hey, Richie. Fun party last night, right?” I asked. He didn't answer.

“Is she still here?”

“Yeah, she's-”

“Tell her to leave.” I tried to think of a reasonable excuse, but came up with nothing. I nodded dejectedly and downed the glass of water before heading back up the stairway.

“Hey,” I opened the door gently. She had woken, her long hair messy. Her eyes blinked sleepily as she gazed at me.

“Oh, hi, Eddie. That was something last night, wasn't it?” She grinned dreamily as she stood, her long pale arms wrapping me into a hug. I held my breath until she backed away. I grabbed my shirt and slipped it on to stall as I tried to hurry and think of a reason for her to leave. As I opened my mouth to stammer out a feeble excuse, she glanced at the alarm clock perched atop the dresser, which read 11:18 in glaring red numbers that seemed to burn into my eyes.

“Shit. I was supposed to be at work at 10:45!” She scrambled to pick up her scattered belongings before dashing out the door, stopping only to give me a quick peck on the cheek. Her lips left an uncomfortable tingle on my skin.

I followed her down the stairs once again and watched as she slipped out the door. After staring at the closed door for a good twenty seconds, I returned to the kitchen.

Richie gestured for me to take a seat adjacent to him. I pulled the wooden chair away from the table, wincing as it squeaked across the floor. Richie watched me as I sat, avoiding his gaze.

“Eddie…” Richie began. I focused my gaze onto the grain of his table, hoping his interrogation wouldn't last long. I snuck a glance up at him. His brow was furrowed, and there was anger in his dark eyes.

“Goddamnit Eddie!” His fists slammed onto the table, startling me. I recoiled in shock as the sound echoed through the empty house. He stood up, his chair screeching along the floor as he grabbed me by the shoulders, shanking me roughly. “What the hell happened with you two? Did you sleep with her? Tell me, goddamnit!”

His fingers dug into my shoulders, burning into my skin. My eyes began to water as I held his gaze, biting my lip to keep myself from crying out in pain. He glared at me for a moment before releasing his grasp on me. I cringed backwards into the chair, the tears falling now, leaving dark spots on my jeans where they landed and absorbed into the fabric.

“Oh, god, Eds, did I hurt you? I'm so fucking sorry. I'm just so confused right now. What about Stan? I thought you and him-”

“For the love of Christ, do not remind me of him right now.” I laughed bitterly, wiping the tears from my eyes. “He's a lying, cheating whore.”

“Stan?” The shock in his voice was evident. “I didn't… I wouldn't have…”

“It doesn't matter Richie, it's done and over with.”

“Who?” Richie's voice was barely a whisper, yet for some reason I didn't revel in the fact that I silenced the unsilenceable.

“My best friend, S-stuttering B-bill.” Mocking my former best friend stung, almost as if I knew it was wrong, as if I knew we were friends, and friends don't mock their friends. “Although I suppose friends don't fuck their best friend's boyfriend, right?”

Richie winced, before sighing. “Eds, I'm so sorry-”

“Don't be. I'm glad he's out of my life. Both of them. They obviously didn't care about me.” My voice cracked as I spoke, and I drew my gaze to the floor. “I mean, let's face it. I'm nothing special. I should be used to it, right? Being second best to everyone?”

“Eddie, you're not second best to me-”

“Oh yeah, another joke from Trashmouth. Ha ha.”

“No, Eddie, I'm serious. I-”

“You what? You love me? Because that's what Stan told me less than an hour before I found him bent over our bed. Before I heard him moaning his name. Before-” This time, I couldn't hold back the flood of tears as they began to sweep down my face.

“Eddie, babe, please don't cry over him. He didn't deserve someone as sweet, someone as beautiful as you…” Richie lifted my head with one hand, and ran his thumb along my cheekbone, wiping away the stray tears. The other arm wrapped around me in a hug. He was so close to me, I could smell the sweet aroma of the sugary coffee on his breath.

“Eds, I… I…” As he struggled to find the right words, I tipped my head sideways and lifted my lips up to his. His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't resist.

After a few seconds, I pulled away and took a deep breath. God, that felt so right.

“Eddie…” Richie began.

“I- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-” I stammered, my face flushing.

“-I love you.” The pounding in my ears stopped, and for a second, I thought I was going to faint. Richie watched me, waiting for my reaction.

“Richie, you… what?”

“I, Richie Tozier, love you, Eddie Kaspbrak. And I always have, since we were younger, at least.” Richie was quieter than I had ever heard him before.

“Why didn't you ever say anything?” He chuckled dryly.

“Because anyone with eyes could see how much you loved Stan, and I wanted you to be happy.” He turned his gaze away from me, and I could see his face darkening.

“Richie… I can't believe you-”

He looked up quickly. “I know, I know, it was stupid to tell you this. You've just gotten out of a relationship, and I'm-”

“Richie, do you know why I started dating Stan?” I interrupted him. He thought for a few seconds before responding.

“... Because he's a smart and respectable guy? Or, at least, he was.”

“No, it's because there was another guy that I liked, but I figured he was straight, and wouldn't go for a guy like me.”

“Shit, you had a thing for Ben? I mean, sure, he's pretty fine, but-” I couldn't help but laugh at him.

“No, airhead, it was you.” Richie stared at me for a moment, before grinning.

"Really?" He whispered eagerly. I nodded.. “Of course it was, Eds! Everyone knows that I'm the finest man in all of Derry!” He stepped back and gestured downwards. “I mean, nobody could get enough of this!” I rolled my eyes as I stood. Richie nudged his glasses a bit and bit his lip.

“I know it might be a little quick, but do you think that maybe we could-”

“Go out? I like how you think, Tozier.” A shit-eating grin spread across his face.

“That's not the only thing you like about me, Eds!”

“I swear to God, Richie, if you make a dick joke right now I'll make this the shortest relationship you've ever had.” Richie stopped mid sentence, but left his mouth open comically. I laughed again.

“So, what should we do now? As boyfriends?” Richie paused for a second. “Damn, I've been wanting to say that since junior high.”

“Well, for starters, you could kiss me again.” Richie smirked.

“Gladly.”

#it 1990 #it 2017 #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #finn wolfhard #jack dylan graze #kel writes #long post #sorry for there being no read more but it hasn't been working lately and id rather people see the entire thing than not at all

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