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katrinawritesthings · 3 years

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jonghyun / taemin; it's real big…; PG

summertime stargazing…

for summer of shinee 2021 : )

A second later, it's very bright as Jonghyun taps the light in the ceiling of the car. Taemin grunts, bringing his hands up to shield himself from the light like a vampire. He very much disappreciates Jonghyun’s quiet chuckles. On the other hand, he very much does appreciate Jonghyun’s hand, warm and soft on his thigh.

“I didn't think you would wake up,” he says. “Sorry. I wanted to look at the stars.”

Taemin wakes up when the truck jostles him all around.

It's a gentle jostling, so he's not panicked or anything, but he still rubs his face blearily and makes an inarticulate noise of question as he comes back into consciousness. Jonghyun says something back that he doesn't understand with his sleepy ears.

He pushes himself up, his sweaty cheek sticking and peeling slowly off of the window, and tries to blink his surroundings into focus, to figure out where they are. It doesn't work; everything in front of him is dark like his eyes are still closed. It's only when he frowns and looks down that he sees the little lights of the dashboard and radio lit up, sees the time. 3 in the morning.

“Wuh?” he asks. Looking back up and out of the windshield, a lonely pair of headlights rolls past their stopped truck and gets swallowed up by the darkness. He knows that they're definitely not at Jonghyun’s mom's house yet, because they weren't supposed to get there until another, like, five hours of driving. Also because they're in the middle of nowhere on a dark country highway. “Why'd we stop?” he asks Jonghyun, his voice a hoarse whisper. He squints at the driver's seat, trying to define where Jonghyun’s outline is in the darkness.

“I didn't think you would wake up,” he says. “Sorry. I wanted to look at the stars.”

“Muh,” Taemin says. Buh. Sure. That makes sense, he guesses. Space gay and all of that. He scrubs his palms into his eyes, flaking away sleep crusties, while Jonghyun tells him that he'll be right back. Then the sound of a car door opening, a rush of hot summer night breeze, the sound of the car door closing. Taemin sits there blearily in the car and watches Jonghyun’s silhouette walk around to the back of the truck. Then, in the rearview mirror, he watches Jonghyun clamber into the truck bed, feels his weight and movement shift the whole car until he gets settled.

Shifting his gaze down a few inches, Taemin watches the darkness. In the light of the crescent moon, with his eyes adjusting more and more the longer he keeps them open, he can make out the shapes of trees and bushes dotting the plains on the other side of the road. The wind rustles through them, shaking their leaves and branches. It makes them look alive, their forms just shapeless and blurry enough to have him thinking that they could uproot themselves from the ground and start walking around.

Or maybe like something could spring out of them, big and wild and never before seen by anyone else. Like a monster, or a cryptid, or maybe even just a coyote or something. That would be cool, too, Taemin guesses, if not as exciting as it could be.

Back in the rearview mirror, he can see just the top of Jonghyun's pink hair, and passed him, a pair of headlights emerging from the darkness and getting closer. The car comes up fast, and then passes, and Taemin follows it with his eyes back in front until it disappears once again. He wonders who they are, and where they're going, and if it would ever occur to them to stop on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and look up at the stars.

He wonders if it would ever occur to anyone but Jonghyun. He's sure that it has to. He's sure that Jonghyun isn't the only space gay with the same flavor of impulsive patience. With the sudden and unavoidable urge to just take a minute. To stop and smell the flowers, except the flowers are the stars.

Or something. Taemin isn't too sure why he's trying to think right now. He's not that great at it while he's awake, and now that he's half asleep, he can barely follow one train of concrete thought, let alone abstracts and hypotheticals. And now that he's thinking about how tired he is, a ferocious yawn opens up his throat. He covers it with the back of his hand, and then rests his hand against the window and his head on top of it. He'll try to go back to sleep.

And he'll try, and he'll try; but now that he's here, awake, it's not going to happen. It never works when he tries to put himself to sleep. He always just does it by accident. That's how he fell asleep earlier – one minute he was watching the sunset, counting the lines of the road as they zoomed underneath him, listening to the soft playlist Jonghyun put on the radio, and the next, he was out.

He squints open his eyes again and reaches for the radio. Jonghyun paused the playlist when he got out, but he'll put it back on. Jonghyun won't mind missing a couple of songs.

Except, when he reaches for the buttons, the display screen on the dashboard cuts to black. The car has been off too long and now it won't come back until Jonghyun finishes outside and starts the car again. Taemin frowns at the screen, then closes his eyes again, sighing slow through his parted lips. Maybe a story. Maybe an adventure about a weird little shadow creature creeping around the road in the middle of the night. Maybe it's hungry, and maybe it's always wanted to try devouring one of the cars that it always sees rushing past, never stopping, never giving it any opportunities. Maybe –

Maybe another car, coming down the road in front of him this time, blaring light even through Taemin's closed eyelids until he's grumbling and rubbing his palms into them.

Taemin knows what he needs. What he needs to actually get back to sleep, what always works. He knew it from the start, and now he's just faced with the prospect of expending the energy to do it.

In the rearview mirror, Jonghyun's pink hair blows gently in the wind. Taemin watches that for a minute, psyching himself up. Then he struggles clumsily with his seatbelt for another minute, then gets out himself and shuffles over to join him.

It's the same temperature outside as it was inside, but the summer breeze disrupts his body temperature as he clambers into the truck bed and makes him wish he had a jacket. He folds himself into Jonghyun’s side instead, wrapping an arm around his waist and letting Jonghyun sling his arm around his shoulders, trying to soak up some of his warmth. He yawns big and wide against the side of Jonghyun’s head, then presses a little kiss to his hair.

He thinks about saying you're really cute, or you smell good, or I love you, but he can't really find his voice after having just woken up. He knows that Jonghyun knows that he's thinking all of those things anyway.

As if reading Taemin’s thoughts, Jonghyun squeezes him close and nuzzles their heads together, saying, “I love you too.”

Taemin smiles, warm in his heart.

"I was actually thinking about bothering you to join me in a minute," Jonghyun continues conversationally, his voice smooth and low like it is when he's at work on the local radio. "I don't know, every time I look in front of me instead of up, I just keep thinking something's going to come out of one of those bushes. Spooky. It's making me anxious.” He shivers, his entire body jostling Taemin.

Laughing through his nose, Taemin drops just low enough to kiss Jonghyun's temple. He doesn't tell Jonghyun that he was just thinking the same thing and taking it further by imagining that whatever came out of the darkness would be itching to devour them. Instead, he wraps his arm more around his shoulders, offering himself up to be comfort and protection against the near darkness underneath the far darkness. Jonghyun smooches his jaw back.

Comfortable now, Taemin figures it wouldn't hurt to take a minute or two away from trying to fall back asleep to join Jonghyun in his stargazing. He turns his eyes up to the sky, up to the stars.

There are a lot of them. With no city lights, no street lamps, not even the car headlights on to ruin the view, the entire sky is just a wide expanse of black with infinite little tiny pinpricks of light.

Sooooo many. So many tiny little stars. So many stars that are actually huge, giant, exponentially larger than him. Exponentially larger than even the whole planet. So far away that his brain can't even comprehend the distance. He thinks back to a video he watched one time that kept zooming farther and farther out into the universe, shrinking down stars and planets and celestial giants and galaxies.

It's when he starts feeling the tingling in his fingertips that he remembers that when he watched that video it gave him a panic attack. It made him feel too too too small. Tiny and minuscule and Infinitesimal. Not unimportant or anything, just. Too small in a universe that's way too big.

Overwhelmed, he might say, if the casual definition of the word meant that he can physically feel the entire infinite scope of the cosmos as a bulging lump in his throat, can acutely sense the endless expanse of unimaginable universes as a huge ball chasing him down a narrow hallway short enough that he can see it and his own end barreling closer and closer by the second.

Looking up at all of the stars just now like this makes him feel the exact same way. He decides, after another couple of seconds, that he really doesn't like this. He turns into Jonghyun, throwing his other arm around his waist and burying his face in his shoulder. Jonghyun makes a little noise of surprise, then tsks and coos and pets his hair.

“Sleepy?” he asks. Taemin shakes his head. He is, but that's not his problem.

“Space is too big,” he grumbles. He doesn't elaborate. He and Jonghyun have had this conversation before. While they both agree that space is too big, where Taemin hates it, Jonghyun loves it. He has a thing for feeling small. He also has the incredible ability to look up at the stars and just think that they're pretty instead of about being crushed under the weight of everything in existence.

“You keep looking,” Taemin adds into Jonghyun’s shirt. “I'll nap. And then I'll drive a little bit so you can nap.” The plan was for Jonghyun to drive the whole time, but Taemin knows that he'll want to spend time with his mom and his sister as soon as they get there and he won't be able to do that if he's tired from driving.

“You sure?” Jonghyun asks. He punctuates the end of his question with another kiss to Taemin’s head. Taemin wiggles a little, squeezing him close, nudging his jawline with the top of his head to get more kisses just because he wants them. Then he nods and hums out a little noise of affirmation. He's sure. “Okay,” Jonghyun smiles. Taemin can hear it in his voice.

Then, “here,” Jonghyun says, and suddenly he's moving in Taemin’s arms. Standing up, leaving; but not even for a long enough time that Taemin opens his eyes to see. He gets up and then sits right back down between Taemin’s legs, leaning back against his chest, snuggling under his chin. He takes Taemin’s hands and wraps them around his waist, laces their fingers together.

Taemin holds him, and as he drifts slowly back to sleep, he feels warm, and he feels loved, and he feels big.

#jongtae #jonghyun #taemin #pg #fluff #oneshot #ydw #: )#Taemin is me and I am him lamo

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ask-the-crimson-king · 4 years

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Hellworld

[Thought I’d make a small update post since I’ve been slacking hard on a few things.

I am aware that my replies have been slow as all Hell as of late. If you need a reason why, you may read about them under the cut (because some people are like ‘hey, it’s cool’ and I know some must be going ‘hey what the fuck man’). I will be trying to kick my ass in gear over the next week or so, especially since my schoolwork is going to slow the fuck down for once. Hurray.

So if I owe replies, I ask for your patience for a small bit longer. And now for those curious as to what’s up, here is my personal tea.

So.

Life has been Hell.

Kinda. Okay so I know there are people struggling harder than I, but I’m still feeling the weight of a lot of things suddenly crashing down upon me

One of them is the threat that I will not be graduating. I have had to track down teachers and everything in order to make sure that my credits are straightened out. That has been really fucking stressful, because some of my teachers are SLOW at grading, and I’m supposed to be done with school by the 21st, while picking up my diploma on Monday.

However there is a chance I won’t be doing that. Hopefully I will be, but that’s been Hell, and my parents yelling at me and making me more panicky and stressed as I double-triple-check to make sure everything is fucking submitted, it’s just A Lot.

Secondly. Both parents are working. Good news, since we still have some money coming into the house. But also bad news because now they have risk of exposure, and if I get it, I may be fekked. This also means that I have to watch my younger brothers.

And that can be quite stressful when they are constantly yelling at each other and one’s throwing things and you have to try and be a mediator while also being shouted down because hey, one of them is taller than you despite being younger and he likes to be a bit intimidating in order to get an argument to stop, on top of having to try and find things to feed the youngest (since one is 9 and the other is 16) and yourself while also trying not to accidentally eat something meant for dinner or have a snack not meant for you, while also trying to concentrate and do schoolwork and also trying to make sure your goddamn graduation bullshit is done, while also trying to make sure both of them are getting their schoolwork done... it is A LOT. Being the oldest sibling can really, really suck.

To add to that small pile of stresses comes the fact that my aunt was diagnosed with cancer in late April, and suddenly she has days to weeks to live. Which is absolutely what my mum needs right now, totally. Thanks, universe, for that much. So now I’m trying to reach out to my cousin to try and provide some support and sympathy and empathy cause holy shit is he not mentally prepared to lose his goddamn mother, but can’t because he doesn’t really have any social media because of various other factors, and now you feel bad for wanting to tell that side of the family about your preparations for your online graduation because someone is currently fucking dying and your problems can fucking wait.

And THEN, my grandmother from my biodad’s side broke her hip and she’s slowly recovering, but she is now in a different country, so you can’t exactly ask your parents to try and drive to see her for a weekend or something just to try and lift her spirits, and you’re worried that now she has to visit hospitals more often for quick check-ins and could easily be exposed and die because she’s been a light smoker for decades and has COPD. Which is absolutely FANTASTIC.

Speaking of which, news about this pandemic is just making me a mixture of depressed and really fucking pissed. We’re surpassing almost ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND FUCKING DEATHS and yet people are re-opening, not wearing masks, nothing. We don’t even know all the fucking symptoms associated with this fucking virus, but sure, go force workers who don’t want to die to go get fucking exposed, spat on, and degraded for it because ‘muh profits’. We’re probably a year out FROM NOW until we get a motherfucking vaccine, we’re nowhere CLOSE to testing enough, and bitches want to pretend it’s over.

When November comes, we need to elect new officials who care about human lives over fucking profit, but that won’t happen because the USPS will most likely be MORE than bankrupt by then and voter suppression will be rife everywhere. Because of fucking course it will be. This government isn’t anywhere close to a republic OR a democracy, it’s a fucking oligarchical nightmare ruled by a wealthy class of fuckheads who would sooner shoot you in the head than pay even 1% of their networth in taxes.

We’re about to see Jeff Bezos become a fucking TRILLIONAIRE and yet he’s not paying a LIVING WAGE to many of his workers, and he’s cutting their fucking benefits.

I fucking hate this government and I’m so tired and just angry about seeing so many people downplaying this. I don’t want to die for this. I REFUSE to fucking die for this. But I’ll have no choice. None. And neither will millions upon millions of people. The weak and the poor are already dying in droves. But no one cares because it isn’t them. My country lacks any form of humanity. I don’t ever think it had it in the first place, but the fucking hubris and the fucking self-entitled bullshit that they force feed us...

I wish there was a way to make more people wake the fuck up so we can completely overhaul our government and get people in there who care about We The People. Not They The Corporations.

IN SUMMARIUM, I’m dealing with school being a fucking bitch, my siblings being assholes (namely the older-younger bro because ‘I’m sick of being in this house’ is hitting him hard), my aunt literally about to die at almost any time now, and my grandmother who is a bit crippled and could be at risk for exposure to a deadly disease that has wiped over 90,000 people off the face of the Earth in your country alone and yet people are acting like everything is fine and dandy and we can TOTALLY go back to normal. We’re not still in a fucking nightmare. Totally.

All of this is thus diminishing my spirits and most of my creativity, and I’m finding myself just becoming more lethargic and tired. Defeated. I can’t do jack shit and it hurts.]

#a longish rant #that got a bit political #but you know what #it contributes to why ive been slacking #we live in a fucking Hellworld #or i do anyway #maybe other countries are doing better #i dont fucking know #they most likely are #moonclaw rants

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gaycrouton · 5 years

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Dirty headcanon: Mulder and Scully dry humped like crazy before they officially got it on.

Haha I’m so sorry it took me 5000 years to answer this one. I’ve been thinking about it a lot because honestly dry humping is like one of my favorite tropes. I hope you like it! (Sorry for the lazy proofreading)

Frottage: Four Times Mulder and Scully got a little too close. Major UST.

She didn’t even know how to classify what just happened. All she knows is that she definitely felt…he’d just pressed…it was an accident on both their parts.

He’d been trying to show her something in the side room of the office, the room that he hadn’t cleaned out in a while and was a disaster zone. The piles of boxes around them made it look like Mulder was competing for a Guinness record in “Most Mini Replicas of The Leaning Tower of Pisa in an office setting”. Trying to navigate between them resulted in Mulder and her invading each other’s personal space with every turn.

She was a little focused on what happened after, but if she was remembering correctly it Mulder who bumped against the tower behind him, sending heavy boxes tumbling down on top of them. He’d genuinely just been trying to prevent her from getting hurt when he curved his body against hers, an attempt to act as a shield to getting hit.

However, the only thing he really accomplished was pinning her to the desk in front of her as his groin pressed into her lower back. She was a medical doctor, she was a human, she was a sexually active woman, and all of these factors cemented the fact in her mind that, yes, that was Mulder’s erection pressing into her lower back.

She knew that, but for some ungodly reason probably due to shock, she reached behind her and felt what was poking her. She supposed the rational part of her mind was trying to justify it as a flashlight he’d been holding or… there was no or and there was no trying to pretend that the firm, heat pressing into her was anything other than Mulder. A fact confirmed when her hand grazed it and he gasped, bucking into her lightly before retracting his hips as far away as he possibly could.

She turned around and caught a glimpse of his reddened face. He tried to back up completely, but the boxes were precariously leaning on his back and his movements just caused more falling. Again, she didn’t know why it was her subconscious’ mission to make this as embarrassing for both of them as possible, but she looked down just to confirm her already confirmed suspicions. He wasn’t just hard, but impressively hard.

He turned his hips away from her and grabbed the last remaining falling box, bringing it in front of himself to preserve a semblance of modesty. “I-I-”

“I’m so sorry,” the rushed simultaneously.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched-” she started.

“It was definitely all my fault Scully.”

“Uh, I’m going to go to the restroom,” she rambled, cringing at the way her voice sounded.

Every thud of her heels against the floor punctuated her frantic thoughts.

I just felt Mulder’s penis.

Mulder’s penis touched me.

Mulder’s huge.

Why was he so hard from just being in there with me? We hadn’t even touched.

She decided to hold her judgements on the last question when she pulled down her underwear in the stall and saw the tell tale evidence of their arousal as a damp, dark line on her underwear.

When they were forced to share a bed, his biggest concern was that he wouldn’t keep his hands to himself in his sleep. He hadn’t even considered the reverse would be an issue. But it was four in the morning and he was gently woken up to Scully using his body as a mattress while apparently having a really good dream.

The added weight wasn’t unpleasant, just unexpected. He was getting his bearings when he heard her grumble breathily and roll her hips against his. He didn’t think he’d ever woken up so fast in his life. Mulder blinked his eyes rapidly, hoping that they’d adapt to the darkness faster so he could see the fantasy happening to him currently.

She had one leg thrown over his crotch as her own was pressed against his thigh. She also had her arm around his chest with her face buried in the crook of his neck, warming the skin with her breath as she occasionally made little sounds of pleasure. This was probably one of the most intense erections he’d had in a while and he couldn’t do a single thing about it. He couldn’t just hump her leg while she was clearly unconscious, and he had to remind himself of that everytime his hips bucked in a desperate attempt to get friction when she’d squirm.

“Scully,” he whispered, hoping to rouse her and then pretend to be asleep himself. No luck. The sound just caused her to nuzzle closer and undulate herself against his leg, squeezing his thigh in between her own in between her movements.

Scully was aroused, on top of him, and it was pure torture. Her movements were so constant that he couldn’t believe that she could still be asleep. As much as he’d spent countless hours thinking about it, he was scared she was going to come on him, because if she came, he would, and her’s would be a lot less obvious in the morning.

“Scully,” he whispered a little louder, still not moving too much.

She moaned softly and whispered “Muh-lder,” as she pressed her breasts against his side. He felt his dick twitch painfully against her leg and then he felt her body freeze. He laid there, pretending to be asleep as he listened to her come to the realization of what she’d just been doing.

Painfully slowly, so slowly he knew she had to have felt how this affected him, she slid off and padded over to the bathroom. He tried to keep his dick off his hands while listening to the muffled sounds the bathroom faucet couldn’t drown out.

III

They were both too drunk, the Madonna song was too implicit, and they should have stopped dancing songs ago. But they didn’t. Instead, they were flushed and warm in a bar in the middle of nowhere and there were so many other people here doing the same thing, they couldn’t even find it in themselves to be embarrassed. That was probably the alcohol. As she thought this, she felt Mulder thumb the sliver of skin revealed where her shirt didn’t quite reach her pants, due to her arms being looped around Mulder’s neck. Definitely the alcohol.

As the sensual music reflected her mood she felt something against her lower belly. Instead of investigating, she simply let it be, encouraging it even. She took a millimeter step closer to him and she could smell the cologne of his sweat and laundry detergent fill her senses. It was overwhelmingly masculine and overwhelmingly the exact scent she tried to conjure up when her hand was thrust between her thighs at night. As she moved her hips a little but she felt, again, another feature of her nightly fantasies, but this was hot and real and felt so good against her right now.

She could tell he was surprised when she drunkenly asked him to dance with her, but that shock had nothing on his expression when she looked him in the eye and pressed her hips purposefully against him. He felt like a rod of steel against her belly and she felt herself get wetter with every rub against him.

It was a few more sways that had given him the confidence to lower his head down a bit and smell her hair, pressing into her timidly like someone putting their toe in water - curious but ready to jump away if necessary. It was sweet, but she was ready to drown.

She raised her head complimentary to him and playfully breathed on his neck, just barely feeling his stubble scrape her lip, just barely feeling the vibrations rumble from the moan she caused.

One of his hands snaked up and he palmed her back, pressing her flush to him as they grinded to the beat of the song. She swore she could hear their hearts synching up and she hoped he couldn’t feel her trembling.

Scully felt his hand move to cup her jaw, but just as her head started to turn, a wolf whistle startled them both, making them jump and break apart. They turned and saw a group of men leering at them with lascivious intentions in their eyes. “Keep going dude, you got a little firecracker in your hands.”

“Fuck off,” Mulder spat with uncharacteristic malise.

The sudden attention caused her to sober up and what they’d just been doing - what they’d almost just done overwhelmed her and, as always, she feld. Coming back out of the bathroom ten minutes later to see Mulder closing their tabs with the familiar smile that read ‘we can pretend this never happened’. She mirrored his expression and they both pretended not to be disappointed.

The movie she’d come over to watch had ended hours ago. The only sounds in the apartment now were the late night infomercials advertising products no one would ever need. Sometimes he would glance over at them in an attempt to not overwhelm her with his attention. The tension was thick and they both knew it. A few weeks ago she’d come over and she kissed him on the lips before leaving. It honestly surprised them both, but he had no doubts she was reassured by the beaming smile he couldn’t keep off his face as she let herself out.

A week after that, he tried instigating it and almost died when she eagerly accepted his kiss, opening her mouth while exploring his. A few days ago he wore off all her lipstick from kissing her against her door for so long. He didn’t know what was in store tonight, but he could tell she was thinking about the possibilities from the way she was nervously playing with her middle finger and biting her lip. It was fun and it was torture at the same time.

When the night started, they had been on opposite ends of the couch, but somehow they’d ended up with their legs completely flush to each other. “I’ve appreciated you having me over so much this past month,” she stated bluntly, picking at the fluff on his navajo blanket.

“I’ve appreciated you coming over. It’s been,” he paused, trying to choose his words wisely, “I look forward to everytime you come over,” he rambled nervously.

She smiled at him and his lips were just starting to curve upwards when her delicate hand cupped his jaw and she leaned forward to capture his mouth in a kiss. God, he’d never get used to this.

He gently cupped the back of her neck as he nipped at her plump bottom lip. How many hours had he spent staring at these lips? The way they moved when she argued with him, the little marks they’d leave on coffee cups, the way she now tended to bite them before kissing him. He was in love. Plain and simple.

It wouldn’t be Scully if she didn’t keep him on his feet, and just as he was losing his nervous edge, she put a hand on his shoulder and shifted her weight so that she was straddling his lap.

Fuck.

She broke the kiss for a moment to catch her breath and read his face. He could see the questions burning in her gaze. Was this okay? Was she moving too fast? Did he want this too?

In response, he wrapped his arms around her and drew her further on his lap, capturing her swollen lips once more. Never in his life did he think he’d ever be able to say Dana Katherine Scully was sitting on his lap making out with him, but here he was and god it was incredible. Sometimes it felt like she was an enigma, a physical relationship with her being absolutely intangible. Yet here she was, warm, soft, and squirming on top of him.

He’d been slightly hard on and off all night, but the kissing and now this left him with a rock hard erection, one she was clearly aware of as she aligned their clothes arousals and ground herself down on top of him. “Mphfuck,” he moaned into her mouth. She grinned against him and left his lips in favor of nibbling on his neck while she rocked against him.

His eyes fluttered shut as his hands roamed her back, feeling the warmth of her skin radiating through her clothes. He could feel she was burning through the crotch of her pants and it was his desperate need to feel it more that led him to cupping her ass and rubbing her against him, occasionally thrusting and inadvertently making her bounce in his lap.

Scully gasped and whimpered into his neck as she undulated her hips into him. It was the combination of sight, sound, and touch that had his eyes rolling back into his head and bucking his hips away from her. “Scully, if you keep that up I’m going to embarrass myself,” he laughed, his voice thick with wanton lust.

She laughed breathily and pulled back, revealing her dialated eyes and flushed cheeks. “I’m sorry, I got a little carried away.” She let go of his shoulders so she could fix her wild hair, but didn’t get off his lap yet.

“Scully, I can guarantee you that you will never have to apologize to me for that. In fact, I highly encourage it. Whenever you want to reenact that, me and my couch are always available.” He was pretty sure his cock had a heartbeat and he was still glad he hadn’t come in his pants yet.

She laughed lightly at his musings and good-naturedly gasped when she saw the clock. “As much as I would like a reenactment right now, I think I should head home before I have to get up in five hours,” she explained, sliding off his lap and gathering her things.

He helped her and walked her to the door, but before she could grab the knob, he twirled her around and kissed her again. She was panting by the time he let up and he pressed his forehead to hers as they caught their breath. “Soon.”

#my fanfiction #msr #msr UST #x files fanfic #gaycrouton

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roxybefab · 4 years

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The Ink Artist

The art classroom was quiet, the only sound heard was Riley’s even breathing and the sound of the ink covered pen she held.

Her animation was almost complete and many basic sketches of the two main characters littered the table she sat at. She was currently working on an idea for her next episode.

Her wavy chocolate brown locks were in a loose side braid.

She was about average height but still wore heeled brown boots to make her look a bit taller. Her body was what she considered ‘fluffy’, an excuse for her slightly chubby body.

She wore a baggy hooded plaid shirt, red and black, and black leggings underneath.

Her eyes, hazel and huge, were protected by a pair of big round glasses and her cheeks were rosy.

Her skin was beige (although it was hard to tell by the ink that covered her hands), similar to most hispanic people, and her lips, plump, were a gorgeous shade of pink.

The door opens and in comes Amanda Mary Drew, Riley’s best (and only) friend.

Mandy was a pretty and kind girl.

Like Riley, she was ‘fluffy’ and sported rosy cheeks.

Her skin was a bit lighter and she wore some fake glasses, which she claimed were repelling blue light, that made her look good and smart at the same time.

“H..Hey, Muh-muh...Mands!” the brunette’s face turned a light pink in embarrassment as she struggled to speak. She sighs and looks down to keep working on the outline.

Mandy smiles at her, a quiet ‘hey’ leaving her lips as she sat down beside her.

“So, you’re still working on these two goofs, huh?” Mandy picks up the paper, the two main characters from before on the paper.

Riley smiles and nods.

The names Candy and Charlie were in big letters and two children were on the page. Both looked to be made of candy, marshmallows, and sported crowns on their heads. The girl, Candy, and the boy, Charlie, both siblings. Mandy smiles back and puts the drawing back down.

“Hey, did you hear? Jeff killed someone else.” Riley perks up at the familiar name, her attention turning to the smaller female as she opens her bag and pulls out a newspaper. The words, ‘JEFF STRIKES AGAIN’ on the front. It showed a picture of a woman, crying, holding her child. The little boy had a grin cut into his face and you could see that he was stabbed multiple times. Riley smirks to herself, opening the paper and reading,

Jeff the Killer strikes again, murdering a twelve year old boy by the name of Allen. He was found in his bed, stabbed about twenty times and a smile carved into his face. Police haven’t found him quite yet and it is very obvious that they are getting frustrated with how this killer keeps escaping from them—

She sighs, handing it back to Mandy who takes it and shoves it in her bag.

“Hey, wanna g-go out and get suh-suh-something? Lunch starts i-i-in thirty muh-muh-minutes and I really whu-whu-want some Mcdonalds.” Riley suddenly asks, putting down her pen and getting up to stretch. She heard Mandy let out an ‘Okay.’ as she begins putting away her supplies.

“I’m home!” Riley groans in annoyance, turning up the volume of the tv. A cartoon was playing, Spongebob is what the brunette remembered it was called, and Riley couldn’t help but ignore her mother’s boyfriend when he walked in the room with a bag of chinese takeout.

“Hey, dude!” he exclaims once he sees her, a smile on his face as he sits next to her. She smiles at him, “Hey, Duh-Duh-Dylan” leaving her lips before she goes back to her drawing. She hears the crinkling of the plastic bag , the smell of orange chicken and chow mein hitting her as soon as she looks up at him with a questioning look on her face.

He was young, 34 from what Riley remembered, with dark fluffy hair and an average body. He was always around, more than Riley’s mom, and Riley couldn’t help but feel like he was her father. He smiles his huge, white smile at her as he started to put food on a plate.

“Your mom is gonna work late,” he hands her the plate, “So I decided we could hang out.”

“Yeah, t-th-that sounds c-cool.” she smiles, putting her sketchbook down as she starts to dig in.

“So, you still drawing in ink only?” he asks before taking a bite of his food. Riley nods, glancing down at the inked sketch from before.

“Maybe t-t-tomorrow I’ll c-c-color it?” Dylan laughs, making the teen lift a brow.

“What’s s-so fuh-funny?” She asks, slightly glaring at him.

“Kid, you always say that! Last week you said you’d color in the last one but you ended up not doing it.”

“Yeah, but that d-d-doesn’t mean I-I-I won’t th-th-this time!”

Riley remembered how she only colored her art when her dad was around. When he died she stopped adding color in anything. She remembered her dad, a tall and cheerful man who loved his family more than anything.

But things change.

An hour passed, it was now 10:30 of the night and Villainous was now playing on the tv.

Riley yawns, drawing in ink like always and glancing at her soon to be step father. He was watching the spanish cartoon intently, chuckling whenever Dr. Flug did something goofy.

The front door opens, footsteps sounding as they made their way to the living room.

“Oh, hey, love!” Her mother says, walking in and heading straight to Dylan to give him a kiss.

“Hey, Lori!” He chuckles when she grins at him before she glances at her daughter and sneers at her.

She still doesn’t forgive me..

Riley sighs, looking away from her mother and to the tv. Black Hat was advertising some kind of villain summer getaway.

Lori Lawrence hated her daughter. She didn’t hate her for no reason, no, she hated her because Riley’s father had died two years earlier in search of a perfect birthday gift for their wonderful talented daughter. They had gotten a phone call at 1 in the morning and apparently some guy hit him with his car after looking down at his phone. Lori had fallen into depression, not eating or sleeping. Whenever Riley went near her she’d scream and yell at her, telling her that it was her fault. That if she didn’t exist then he wouldn’t have left the house and he wouldn’t have gotten ran over.

And as she got better, she started to be gone. Longer than the day before. She had left, once, for a month. She never answered the phone when it was her daughter. Luckily for Riley, Dylan soon came into the picture. He had added some happiness in her life as well as Mandy.

“I’m going to b-bed.” she mutters, standing up and making her way to her room with her sketchbook in hand.

It wasn’t her fault that her dad wanted to make her happy.

But it still hurt the sixteen year old that her mom blamed her for her dad’s death.

That night Riley lay awake in her twin bed. This wasn’t the first time, she’s had insomnia since that fateful night. But she always ended up asleep by midnight.

She glances at her phone, the screen illuminating the room for a couple seconds as she reads the time. 3:13 it read, before turning off.

The sound of footsteps in the hall got her attention, shuffling and breathing passing her room. She knew it wasn’t her mother or Dylan, they were out at some bar getting drunk. With a shaky sigh, Riley pulled the duvet off of her and sat up, stretching a bit before making her way to her door.

The shuffling stopped as soon as she opened the door but she heard glass drop in the kitchen, and the ‘crunch’ of walking over the glass.

Taking in a deep breath, Riley quietly makes her way to the kitchen. There was part of a glass plate lying on the wooden floor, the other half smashed into bits all over the floor. No one was in the kitchen but once the young teen looked out the window her heart sped up and she felt the color drain from her face.

There was a tall man under a lamp post, all other light on the street gone other than the one that hit him. He wore a suit, and he wouldn’t have freaked Riley out much if she hadn’t noticed that he had no face. Tentacles came out of his back and he was ‘staring’ at Riley.

He tilted his head when she quickly clutched her chest, her heart beating fast and her throat closing from the fear.

The light quickly turns off, darkness taking over the street and he was gone.

Riley was too busy trying to control her breathing to realizes that she fell to her knees on top of the glass shards, her vision was getting blurry and she only heard static before she passed out.

“What’s w-wrong with y-you?”

Mandy jumps, the fluffy haired girl visibly deflating in relief when she sees the ink artist. Riley noticed her tear filled eyes and quickly hugs Mandy.

“What’s w-wrong?” Riley asks again, more quietly this time.

“My parents.. They.. Kicked me out..” Mandy burst into tears in her friend’s arms.

“You c-c-can stay w-w-with me i-i-if you’d like.” Riley said.

Mandy had really strict parents who usually made her do what they want. They had disowned one of Mandy’s older brothers just because he was bisexual so Riley didn’t really question why they would kick out Mandy.

“Are you sure? What about your mom and Dylan?” Mandy looked up at the brunette, “I don’t want to be a burden.” Riley smiles at her.

“Don’t worry about it, Mands. They’re buh-both guh-guh-gonna be gone f-fo-for a month to Hawaii. T-to make u-up the h-honeymoon the-they never had.” Riley rolls her eyes, slowly letting go of the shorter female, “My mom c-can’t s-say anything a-about it, she’s ne-never home anyways.”

“Okay, thank you so much,” Mandy smiles, her eyes were now puffy, “If it’s okay, can you drive me to your place then? My parents didn’t let me get any of my things..”

“Y-y-yeah! I’ll text you whu-what my car looks like.”

“What do you have after lunch again?” Mandy asks, putting her backpack on.

“I-I-I have a-a-art, dummy!” Riley giggled as Mandy facepalms.

“I’ll see you later then, Riles.” Mandy says, walking out the door.

“Hey, R-R-Riley!” Devin, the school douche says as she passes by her, shoving her to the side as he made his way to his seat. The art teacher walked in shortly after and started taking role. Then he began speaking about drawing something christmas themed because the finals were coming up.

She’s been drawing the creature she’s been seeing.

Tall man with no facial features, just a pale white face, and tentacles coming out of him.

She hasn’t stopped seeing him.

Three times now.

That’s how many times she’s seen the creature in the past two months.

The second time he had been standing on her front porch and she had noticed him through a window.

The third was at school, she was busy trying to finish her Lit Writ homework outside of class and had looked up to see him a couple yards away.

They always ended with her passing out.

And slowly Riley noticed some other things appearing.

Jeff the Killer had shown up in her room the night before.

But he didn’t kill her, no, he just stood at the foot of her bed and stared down at her. He had slowly made his way to stand next to her before he whispered the words, ‘Go to sleep’, gently tracing a smile on the younger girl’s lips and up to her cheeks before she passed out.

Riley looks down at her sketchbook, opening it up and adding more ink to the newest drawing.

She was drawing Jeff this time, just in ink, her emotions going through her and onto the page.

She sighed, glancing down at her hands that were covered in ink. The sticky dark substance was covering her arm, all the way up to her elbows.

Strange.. She thinks, staring at her arms before going back to the sketchbook.

“He said something christmas themed, you stuttering freak!” Mandy’s boyfriend slams his hand on her sketchbook, laughing at his own comment before he quickly throws her pens and sketchbook to the floor.

It’s going to be a long day.. Riley thinks, glaring at the male before picking up her supplies.

Two hours later, Riley and Mandy were in her home eating leftovers from the night before.

“Hey, why are your arms covered in ink?” Mandy asked the quiet girl, watching her inking a drawing that she recognized as Jeff the Killer.

“I-I don’t know. It won’t co-come off. I b-blame Devin and his fuh-fuh-friends. I have spanish with th-them and tha-that class always ha-ha-has me asleep by the e-end so..”

Mandy nods, watching Riley get up and walk to the living room.

It was lunch again, Riley was in the art room eating and drawing. The art teacher told her to try and get the project done so she decided to just do it at lunch. It’s been a month, the ink on her arms has only spread up her body, her legs and arms were dripping ink everywhere and she often spit out ink. She sighs, tugging the sleeves of her plaid shirt down more. Her mom had arrived two nights ago but left in the morning. Riley stares at the drawing, wanting to color it but deciding against it.

A yell made her whip her head up, her bangs covering an eye as she stared at the door. After a couple seconds and hearing another yell followed by laughter, she quickly got up and walked to the door.

Was that Mandy? Her only thought. Her heart beat sped up and she felt the ink dripping faster.

Taking a long and deep breath, Riley quietly opened the metal door. The sight made her angry, the sight of her best friend in pain making her hate Devin more than ever.

Her blood boiled at the sight of Devin lifting his hand to smack Mandy again, tears were streaming down her cheeks and Riley could see the red outlining of a handprint on Mandy’s cheek.

Devin’s friends were surrounding them, two turning to see who opened a door.

Riley felt the ink fall to the floor, but instead of hearing the drip drop of liquid, she heard a ‘clang’.

The kind that metal hitting the floor makes.

Riley looked down, noticing that it was a knife; a long bladed knife with a dark handle and it looked like the thing was melting.

It didn’t take long for Riley to notice that it was made of ink and that’s why it was dripping.

A ‘smack’ was heard, followed by laughter again and Riley picked up the knife, looking up and glaring at Devin and his friends.

“Let her go.”

Devin looked startled and looked over at Riley for a second. Mandy stood next to him, tears rolling down her face and a trembling lip.

The sight made Riley even angrier than before.

Devin rolled his eyes and nodded his head at the tallest kid in his ‘gang’.

Riley recognizes him as Julio, the douche who’s been making fun of her stutter all year. Anger burned through Riley’s veins and she felt like she was melting because of it.

“What the fuck is happening to your face?” Devin gaped as Riley tilted her head in slight confusion, “it’s melting!” Devin took a step back. Julio made a disgusted sound but didn’t back down, just stood in front of the ‘melting’ girl.

Julio took a step back, making Riley whip her head in his direction before a feeling started to form inside Riley. She knew what the feeling was, knowing it was not a feeling but an urge. Something that she really craved. A low growl sounded, coming past her lips made Julio take a step back one again. Riley then launched forward, stabbing and punching the teenage boy in front of her.

Nothing could stop her from hurting him, her anger only growing as she sliced at his body, the crimson blood oozing out of the cuts and onto the floor.

Riley felt something in her brain snap, wondering if it was her sanity before a huge grin starts to take place on her face.

The teenagers in front of her stared in terror, not knowing how to react to what they were seeing.

Riley’s irises had changed to cut pies, similar to the old Pac-Man, and her mouth was stretched up to her ears in a Cheshire cat like grin. Her teeth had sharpened. Ink oozed down her face, coving an eye as she shoved the tall teen against a wall, her knife long forgotten. Something flowed down Riley’s forehead, covering her eyes till the only thing she saw was the dark oozing color of ink

Her arm starts taking a different form, the ink crawling up and forming a long spiked spear. The boy she had against the wall sobbing. Riley felt her grin widen even more at the sounds he was making, inky drool slowly falling to the ground as she lifted her arm up and stabbed him in the abdomen. She didn’t stop there though, no, Riley couldn’t stop the anger she felt.

Angry because her mother hasn’t texted her.

Angry because Mandy wouldn’t defend herself from her boyfriend.

Angry because Devin was running away, phone in hand and calling the cops.

Angry because the boy under her was surprisingly still alive.

So she did what only her biggest role model did.

She turned to where she had abandoned her knife earlier, her arm lifting up and shooting a strand of ink at it and yanking it towards her.

That was just like spiderman! She turned back to the kid who was still clinging on to life, her giant grin turning to a huge sharp toothed sneer as she started stabbing him repeatedly in anger and madness. The only thing that stopped her murderous rage was when the police arrived. They found her sitting next to the body, that Cheshire grin once again on her face as she watched her masterpiece.

Julio Henderson had fifty three stab wounds, thirty in his abdomen and the rest either on his chest or throat. His face had dark bruises on it from Riley’s punches and he had deep claw marks on his arms and cheek. The cops stared at Riley, hunched over and giggling as she talked to something that wasn’t there.

It was hard for the cops to get the girl into their car but once they did she was driven down to the police station. Once she had arrived they had dragged her to a room and sat her down.

“Full name?”

“Riley Diana L-Law-Lawrence.”

“Age?”

“Si-si-sixteen.”

“Family?”

“Lori Lawrence, m-m-mother, Dylan Greene, h-h-her boyfriend.”

“Lori Lawrence? The lawyer?” The man stared at Riley with wide brown eyes. He was an average man with combed back hair and a frown. Riley nods.

“We didn’t know she had a daughter.”

“S-she doesn’t s-speak of m-me muh-much..” he makes a face, something that looks like a ‘I can see why’ look.

“Motive for attacking?”

“Devin ha-has b-been abusing m-my best friend. His fuh-fuh-friend had th-the nerve to do it a-as well and I snapped.”

He nods, writing something down before getting up. Riley started giggling to herself, looking down at her cuffed hands before bursting into laughter. The sound of her joy echoing through the halls.

When the man returned, all he found was a couple of drops of ink and the cuffs laying on the chair, the echo of Riley’s laughter sounding through the room as the man ran out in a panic.

NEW KILLER ON THE LOOSE

There’s a new killer on the loose, many know her as Riley D. Lawrence, the daughter of Lori Lawrence, the lawyer. Lori is devastated at the thought of her daughter going insane and is retiring from her job in hopes of waiting for her daughter to come home. No one knows where Riley is but we do know that she is near. Last night a boy by the name of Justin was murdered by Riley, his organs were hanging from the chandelier and his upper body was outside of his home. The words ‘The Artist’ were written on his room’s wall multiple times. It appears that she won’t be leaving anytime soon.

A scoff rang through the kitchen, the sound of a fork scraping a plate heard. Lori glared at the paper, glancing down at her phone that marked the time.

11:22

In half an hour she would be leaving on a date with Dylan.

“She just wants attention..” she muttered, standing up and turning to go to the living room.

A giant puddle of ink stopped her.

Lori stared at it in confusion, that had not been there when she walked into the kitchen. The ink was bubbling, dark huge bubbles of ink and after a couple seconds a giant bubble appeared and popped.

Lori stared in terror at the sight. It was a girl, with long wavy chocolate brown locks and hazel eyes. But her irises were cut pies, like the old Pac-Man or Mickey Mouse and she sported a Cheshire cat like grin that went up to her ears.

The Artist glared at her mother, her grin ever present as her mother took two steps back in fear.

“Hi, muh-mommy.” she whispered, ominously.

There was another figure standing in the shadows, shaggy burnt hair and white leathery skin making Lori scream as she realized her daughter had a partnership with Jeff the Killer.

Riley wasted no time in stabbing her mother, a cackle leaving her lips as she stabbed her repeatedly.

Lori Lawrence was dead.

And The Artist was ready to go after many other people who had ruined her life.

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Chapter 5: Heroes

Story: It’s Not My Fault

Note: @slashpalooza made this fanart as a Valentine’s gift to me. Love you Alex!

Title - Heroes by David Bowie

That’s right friends a Loser’s car trip with Reddie.

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“Eddie, my precious snicker bar! Let’s get going.” Richie implored. Richie’s new bit of the week was to call Eddie different candies. Eddie thought it was kind of funny and just proved Richie only ever thought about sugary sweets.

Eddie had spent the last 20 minutes packing what felt to Richie and Stanley like all his belongs. He was really worried about forgetting something important.

“I am just making sure I packed everything and did not miss anything,” Eddie said looking at his list for the billionth time.

“Eddie, you were very thorough in your packing,” Stanley said reassuringly. “You got everything on the list I made for all of you.”

“What list?” Richie asked lazily.

“Damn you, Tozier,” Stanley grumbled.

“We have to get on the road. WE ARE BURNING DAYLIGHT!” Richie shouted dramatically.

Eddie looked outside and could see Bill’s big blue van, affectionately called Mama, parked in his driveway. Beverly and Ben had gotten out of the car, so she could smoke. Stanley and Richie were supposed to be bringing Eddie’s stuff down so they could get on the road, but this was proving a challenge. “Shit!” Eddie went into overdrive grabbing the rest of his supplies.

“Richie’s right, Eddie,” Stanley said glancing at his watch. “Driving in the dark will not be fun.”

Richie and Eddie looked at Stanley horrified. Then Richie’s face broke out into a huge smile, “We all heard it. Stan the man Uris said I was right. Let it be known. Let it be written! Hell, tattoo it on my arm.”

“Shut the fuck up, Richie,” Stanley said. “But seriously, we have to get on the road. I scheduled out the trip down to the minute and you are holding us back 22 minutes now.”

“Yes, ok fine! Let’s go.” Eddie grabbed his backpack and toiletry bag, while Stanley picked up his suitcase. Richie grabbed Eddie’s dad’s skiing gear. Eddie wanted to rent his own at the skiing range, but his mom insisted he take them since they were collecting dust at this point. It was hard for Eddie to think about his father. Sometimes, he wondered how his life would have gone if his dad had not died. Maybe his mom would be less protective and they would be happier. Then he would feel guilty for feeling this way when his mom had tried to do the best she could with a terrible situation.

“I like your dad’s skis. They are so cool.” Richie said admiring the black skis with hand painted stars on them. Eddie smiled at him as they made their way downstairs. Fortunately, his mom was out today. They had been arguing every day about him going on this trip. She got fed up with a final plea last night. Eddie did not back down once, even if his mind wanted to give in. He knew Richie would be really disappointed if he did that to them.

Eddie held the door open for Richie and Stanley. “We are only going to be gone a weekend, Eddie!” Ben said shaking his head. “We still need to fit Mike’s stuff.”

“You’re our resident architect, Benny boy. So start architecturatoring and fit all the stuff in Bill’s car!” Richie put the skis under the tarp on the roof.

Stanley fixed him with an exasperated look, “Architecturatoring is not a word, you idiot.”

“How does Richie get better grades than all of us?” Ben teased.

“My theory is he has a photographic memory,” Eddie grumbled. “I call shotgun!”

“Challenge!” Richie yelled. The two of them flew at the passenger door handle. Bill’s head shot up to watch them shoving each other. He was sitting in the driver's seat looking at the map but raised it slowly to hide behind. Eddie wiggled his way in front of Richie and wrenched the door open, trying to climb in.

“G-g-guys...chill. Don’t hurt, Mama. She’s a sensitive car.” Bill said nervously at their squabble. Richie caught Eddie’s legs to pull him out before he could sit down.

Eddie yelled trying to free his legs, “I get car sick!” Eddie complained while kicking at Richie. He had managed to turn Eddie around, but Eddie was holding onto the door frame for dear life.

“You lie, dear lollipop! You just get so nervous when others drive you that you make yourself sick.” Richie was grinning smugly because he knew Eddie would not be able to hold on for very much longer.

“Same difference!” Eddie could feel his hands start to slip. “Fuck.”

“This is not how I pictured getting between your legs for the first time,” Richie laughed crudely. Every single loser groaned at the horrible innuendo.

Eddie aimed a well-placed kick to Richie’s chest for revenge. The lanky boy stumbled back rubbing at the new pain. Eddie slammed the door and locked it, then rolled down the window to stick his tongue out. “HA! Suck it, Richie!”

“Buy me dinner first,” Richie choked out as Eddie flipped him off. “You kicked me! The jelly bean of my eye kicked me.” Richie was in total shock.

Stanley glared at them, “You deserved it.” He checked his watch again. “Get in the fucking car everyone. We need to get Mike. I’ll sit behind Bill since I am navigating.”

Bill and Eddie looked at each other anxiously from inside the car. Ben, Beverly, and Richie stood staring at Stanley in surprise.

“Stan...is that such a good idea?” Beverly said hesitantly.

He looked at her incredulously, “Why wouldn’t it be? It’s my family’s place, I know how to get there.”

Ben piped up, “Sure, it's just that...when you are under pressure...you kind of…” Stanley’s gaze darkened and Ben lost his courage to continue.

“That is to say,” Beverly tried to explain sensitively, “When you have to be in charge of directions you...it’s just…”

Richie interrupted because this was taking too long, “What Benverly are so eloquently trying to say is YOU have a terrible sense of direction, will get us lost, then freak the fuck out in a typical Stan the Man way. Eddie should navigate.”

“Don’t bring me into this,” Eddie said warningly from his seat.

Bill leaned over Eddie to speak out the passenger window. “Eddie can just do it, Stan. He’s a really good n-n-navigator.”

Stanley gapped at all of them trying to hide his hurt, “I will not freak out! And I can read a stupid map, Bill!” Stanley went to Eddie’s window and grabbed the map from Bill’s hand.

“I’m n-n-not s-s-sayin yuh-yuh-you can’t…” Bill always stuttered worse when people were upset at him.

“I will be perfectly fine to navigate, stuttering Bill. Let’s GO!” Stanley stormed to the other side of the car. Eddie saw Bill flinch at the harsh use of his usually endearingly spoken nickname. Bill leaned back in his seat looking straight ahead.

“So excited to spend the weekend with my besties!!” Richie cheered sarcastically. “We are so good at communication.”

“Beep beep, Richie,” Beverly said quietly. “I’m going to sit in the middle because I get a bit car sick on long rides if I can’t look forward.”

“I call next to Bev!” Riche yelled. They put the back seat down so Ben could climb into the way back. Eddie tried to glance at Stanley for reassurance that he was not too mad, but his face was hidden behind the map. Beverly gingerly sat down in the middle seat beside Stanley, as Richie squished next to her slamming the door.

Eddie saw Beverly slowly place her hand on Stanley’s arm. He tensed, then folded up the map taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry, Bill.”

“All good,” Bill shrugged and the subject was dropped for now. “Play some muh-music Eddie.” He started the car and drove out of the driveway.

Eddie went into his CD holder, “What do we want to listen too?”

“AC/DC!” Richie shouted.

“Joan Jett!” Beverly countered.

“Journey!” Ben said.

“I’d listen to some Journey.” Stanley agreed.

“Alright, Journey before Mike gets here and judges us.” Eddie popped in the CD.

“I’m judging us.” Richie pointed out.

“We’ve got 4 and a half hours in this car together. I will only be judging us.” Stanley said smiling as the rest of them laughed.

They got to Mike’s place and Ben worked to fit everything in the car. It was jam-packed with their bags, coolers for drinks, and snacks galore. They said goodbye to Derry and were off on their adventure.

HOUR 1:

“I want to listen to Michael Jackson.” Mike pretested. Currently, the car was filled with AC/DC music.

“No Mike, we always listen to Michael,” Beverly said. “How about Tears for fears?”

“THRILLER!!!” Mike sang.

“That’s such a spooky song,” Ben said.

“It's close to midnight and something evil's lurkin' in the dark,” Mike kept singing. Eddie turned in his seat so he could look back at Mike. He was giving Ben crazy eyes, which made everyone laugh.

Ben giggled nervously, “We should be listening to Christmas music, it is December.”

“That’s not fair to Stan.” Beverly pointed out patting his hand.

“It doesn’t matter much to me-”

Mike put his hands on Stanley’s shoulders, startling the poor guy. “Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart.”

“You just about stopped my heart,” Stanley put his hand on his chest.

“Gay,” Richie said.

Eddie smacked Richie’s leg and watched as Mike removed his hands from Stanley’s shoulders then unbuckled his seatbelt. Eddie shook his head about to say something when Mike sang louder, “You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it,” Mike crawled half over the backseat between Stanley and Beverly.

“Mike!” Stanley yelled, “Put your seatbelt back on!”

“Sit down Mike!” Bill said harshly glaring at the rearview window. Eddie watched Ben struggle to pull Mike back but the taller and stronger boy would not budge.

Mike’s voice was drowning out the AC/DC music at this point, “You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes, YOU’RE PARALYZED!” Everyone was shouting at Mike to sit down, except Richie who had joined in singing.

“JUST PUT THE SONG ON EDDIE!” Stanley shouted looking at him with terrified eyes. Stanley, Ben, and Beverly managed to yank Mike back into his seat. Stanley hurriedly buckled Mike as the guy just laughed at his friend.

Eddie went into his CD case, took out his Michael Jackson Disc and popped it in the player blasting Thriller.

“Don’t do that,” Stanley said berating Mike.

“Aw, Stan! You care so much for me. Now shush! The king of R&B is singing.” Mike and Richie sang thriller doing the dance moves in their seats.

They kept listening to Michael Jackson but when Billie Jean came on, Richie was getting bored. “Why is every love song so fucking straight,” Richie complained.

Beverly laughed, “Rich, I keep telling you to give David Bowie a chance.”

“No, I refuse.”

“You have no reason to not like him. You just don’t because he’s different from other rockers.” Eddie huffed out.

“I am not that shallow, Eds.”

“Don’t—“

Beverly interrupted, “Richie you are a self-proclaimed bisexual man, you should try to listen to him!”

“Just because Bowie is bi doesn’t mean I’ll like his music,” Richie argued.

“I always thought Richie was Eddie sexual,” Mike said aloud.

“MIKE!” Eddie yelled horrified as he buried his red face in his hands. Everyone laughed and Eddie heard a hive-five behind his seat.

“Anywayyyy,” Beverly continued, “He’s so provocative and incredible. Please, let’s listen to one song.”

Richie considered it for a moment then conceded, “Fine. Put him on.”

“WHAT!” Eddie spun in the passenger seat. The seat belt prevented him from turning fully. “Ow,” He gasped rubbing at where the belt jabbed into his neck. He went to unbuckle his seatbelt so he could look at Richie properly.

Stanley reached forward and put his hand firmly over Eddie’s hand. Eddie glared at him viciously. “What the hell, Stan?”

Stanley did not back down or remove his hand, “You aren’t pulling a Mike. Only one of us can give heart attacks over seat belt behavior. Keep it on!” They kept staring daggers at each other until Stanley slowly removed his hand, ready to prevent Eddie from unbuckling if he had too.

Richie leaned over Beverly to make eye contact with Eddie and give a shit-eating grin, “Here’s my beautiful face for you to yell at, you tasty gummy bear.”

Eddie’s gaze sharpened on him, “I spent HOURS trying to convince you to listen to Bowie but you kept stubbornly refusing. Beverly barely even tried.”

“Beverly’s my best friend, you're my boyfriend. Not listening to you is my job. Keeps your ego in check.” Beverly laughed behind him. She pushed his head down so she could make innocent eyes at Eddie.

“Un-fucking-believable.” Eddie turned back to face front. Richie poked his side and he jumped reflexively.

“Put it on, marshmallow.” Richie cooed. “Give me some of that sweet Bowie sound.”

Eddie blushed as the rest of the car laughed at them. He grabbed his CD case and put in his David Bowie mix. He scrolled to the best song he could think of and let it play.

The smooth rock sound began with a clever rhythm. Everyone stayed silent to listen. Eddie lip-synced along to the words.

“I, I will be king

And you, you will be queen

Though nothing, will drive them away

We can beat them, just for one day

We can be heroes, just for one day...”

Eddie heard, “I love this songggg.” From Ben in the back but someone shushed him so Richie could really focus.

“...We can be heroes

Just for one day

We can be heroes…”

When the song ended Richie immediately said, “THAT IS LITERALLY OUR LOSER CLUB THEME SONG. PLAY IT AGAIN.”

Bill laughed, “You s-s-said Africa by Toto was our them-m-me song last week.”

“I spoke too soon! I have now been blessed with Bowie’s Heroes. EDDIE PLAY IT AGAIN!” Richie grabbed his sides to poke him repeatedly.

“Do...Not...Richie...don’t!” Eddie was trying to hold back laughs as he was tickled. “I’m pressing play! Chill dipshit.”

HOUR 2:

“Beverly, did you pack cigarettes?” Richie asked worriedly.

“Yes, I...wait...Richie, I left them on my dresser.” Beverly moaned.

“Fuckkkkkkkk.”

“This will be good for you two,” Ben said encouragingly. “You both have talked about quitting.”

“Not cold turkey!” Richie whined. Eddie was watching the road carefully and saw as Bill drove past where they were supposed to merge.

“Hey, Stan…” Eddie said anxiously. He turned his head to look at Stanley. His curly head was buried in the map, hands shaking a little, and legs fidgeting. Eddie and Beverly made eye contact both thinking the same thing.

“What,” Stanley said barely controlled.

“I think we were supposed to get on the other highway just now.” He said with caution.

“We’re lost.” Richie guessed.

“We are not!” Stanley brought down the map to glare at Richie.

“Let go of your pride and give Eddie the map,” Richie said with a casual tone. He truly lacked any tact.

“I am not being prideful!” Stanley defended. "And we are not lost!"

“Get off here, Billy,” Eddie interjected. “We need to turn around.”

“How do you even know that?! I have the map.” Stanley huffed.

“Memorized it,” He really did not want to fight with Stanley but he was not going to let them get lost.

“You’re all against me!” Stanley roared.

“No we aren’t Stan,” Mike’s calm voice came from the back. “I trust you with my life and you are amazing at many things. Directions just aren’t your strong suit.”

Eddie expected another explosion but it was completely silent. Then he felt the map being shoved into his hands. He looked back at Stanley as the boy crossed his arms and stared out the window frowning.

“Let’s play a car game!” Beverly said to break the tension.

“What game?” Bill asked a forced cheeriness.

“Padiddle!” Richie yelled excitedly. “It’s the best game!”

“Padiddle only works if we can see taillights are out. The sun is still out, so you can’t really tell.” Stanley pointed out. There was only a little bite to his voice, maybe he did not want to stay mad.

“And I am not striping in front of everyone for padiddle,” Eddie added over his shoulder.

“Only for me,” Richie laughed.

“Shut up, Richie!”

“I’ve got one.” Ben jumped in. “I used to play it with my mom. You look into other cars and make up stories about what might be going on. Someone starts it then it goes to a new person to continue the story. Does that make sense?”

“Start us off Ben,” Beverly insisted.

Ben cleared his throat, “Alright, see the car on the right a little ahead of us? There are three teenage girls inside.” Eddie turned to see a red jeep with the three girls. “Tiffany, Tamera, and Tina decided to run away from home because everything was becoming too overwhelming...”

Mike spoke up, “So they packed up everything they could and took to the road not looking back. However, Tina had a secret...”

“That secret was um…” Stanley hesitated, “That she wanted to marry Tamera and Tiffany’s older brother Terri. He was planning to meet them in Vegas in a week so they could get hitched...”

Beverly continued, “Tamera and Tiffany would later be enraged that their friend would lie to them and make a plot to get even...”

“They would lure Terri and Tina into a false sense of security,” Richie said in a spooky voice. “By saying the wedding was a great idea but really they were going to kill them both for their treachery...”

Eddie piped up, “The murder would be slow and painful. However, Terri and Tina found out about the murder plot and decided to plan their own murder!”

“The wedding was a mess of murder and chaos and only one of them survived. The end.” Bill finished.

“Bill,” Ben said, “What the fuck, who survived?”

“Yeah!” Richie hit Bill’s shoulder, “You can’t leave it there.”

“You’ll never know.” Bill grinned.

Stanley laughed to himself, “I’m more concerned that we turned it into a murder spree. Do we need therapy?”

“Definitely,” They all said in unison.

HOUR 3:

“Are we there yet?”

“No.”

“What about now?”

“Do you see us at the cabin yet?”

“When will we be there?”

“Richie, shut up.” Stanley and Richie had been going on like this for a couple minutes now. Richie’s constant stream of thoughts unyielding. “Eddie, make him stop.”

“If I knew how I would,” Eddie said lazily.

“Pull over Bill! I have to take a piss.” Richie said.

“Can you hold it another hour?” Stanley said frustratedly.

“No can do Stan the Man. When Mother Nature calls, you don’t ignore it. Just pull over—”

“Actually, can we go to a gas station so I can go?” Beverly asked.

“Sure,” Bill put the indicator on to get off the highway. Ben, Beverly, and Richie got out much to Stanley’s complaining.

“Get me skittles while you're in there!” Mike yelled to them. Richie gave a thumbs up.

“I feel like one of us should follow them,” Stanley said anxiously.

Eddie turned his head to look at him reluctantly. “By ‘someone’ do you mean me?”

Mike waved his hand dismissively, “Ben’s there, he’ll make sure they behave.”

“Ben has the backbone of a chocolate eclair,” Stanley said deadpan.

It took a moment for the joke to sink in but slowly Bill, Mike, and Eddie started laughing. They were cracking up so hard their sides hurt. Eddie was wiping away tears as he said, “You should have a fucking standup act, Stan.”

“B-but his only audience would b-b-be us.” Bill said turning in the driver's seat to smirk at Stanley.

“It’s the only audience he needs,” Mike put his hand on Stanley’s shoulder good-naturedly.

“Bunch of softies,” Stanley mumbled smiling.

Bill’s eyes shifted to Eddie’s window. He squinted with his mouth slightly agape. “Why are they running?” Eddie whipped his head to look out the window. He saw Richie yelling something; with Ben a little before him running faster than Eddie had ever seen him run; and Beverly taking up the rear.

“Richie is shouting something,” Eddie rolled down the window. His heart beating a little faster.

“START. THE. FUCKING. CAR.” Richie screamed. They were almost to the van.

Eddie looked to Bill, whose eyes were wide in confusion but he started the car saying, “Shit shit shit shit.” Over and over.

Ben got to the van first his momentum banging into the car then wrenching the back door open. He climbed into the middle seat saying, “COME ON BEV!” Out the open door.

Richie opened the front passenger seat door. Eddie was so confused he did not have time to process as Richie plopped onto his lap, slamming the door after him. Eddie made an “Ugh” sound at the surprising weight on his knees.

He tried to speak, “Richie! What the…”

Richie interrupted him, “Bill, put it in reverse, fucking be ready to go,” He leaned his back into Eddie’s chest putting his upper half to one side, so as not to squish Eddie. He could feel Richie’s heart beating a mile a minute.

“Babe, what happened?” Eddie asked trying to stay calm. He pushed back the curls sticking to Richie’s forehead, staring at him with concern. Richie leaned into the touch with his eyes closed taking deep breaths.

Suddenly, the weight of the car shifted as Beverly got in, “DRIVE BILL!” She screamed sliding the van door closed.

It was then that another voice could be heard through Eddie’s window. An angry vicious voice, “You shithead kids! I am calling the police!”

Bill was already putting the car in reverse then floored it out of the gas station and back on the highway. Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist tightly. Richie had his right hand gripping the grab handle above the door frame and his left on top of Eddie’s arms holding on for dear life.

Bill accelerated the car, they hit a pothole and everyone screamed as the car got a bit of air. Richie’s body lifted off Eddie’s for a moment then smashed back down on his lap as the car landed roughly. Eddie’s eyes prickled with tears at the impact on his crotch and he tried to muffle a scream as he instinctively tightened his grip around Richie.

“Rich,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, “Motherfuckingshitballs shift over a bit. That fucking hurt my dick.”

Richie chuckled, “Now’s not the time for dirty talk Eds.” He shifted to relieve him. Eddie pressed his face into Richie’s back, to hide his pained face and let the familiar cologne calm him down from a potential panic attack. Acting as a seat belt for Richie was proving terrifying.

“Someone explain what happened immediately,” Stanley said in a tone reminiscent of an angry parent.

“Not telling you, dad.” Richie responded immediately.

“Beverly and Richie are...are...IDIOTS.” Ben said in exasperation sounding on the verge of breaking down. “Sorry Bev, I don’t mean it but what you did was so dangerous and frankly careless.”

“I know I am so sorry,” Beverly choked out. Eddie could hear the coming of Beverly crying, so he tapped Richie to tell the story.

Richie got the hint, “Well as you all know...Beverly and I have an addiction to cancer sticks.”

“Already don’t like where this is heading,” Mike said from the way back.

“So just like when we used to swipe cigarettes as kids, we did operation ‘Flirt and grab’,” Richie explained.

Eddie shifted so his mouth was free. “Beverly, I hope Richie didn’t pressure you to um…”

“Whore myself?” She let out a small laugh even though it sounded watery from tears. “Don’t worry Eddie, I was not doing the flirting. I was not the man’s type.”

Eddie groaned, “Don't tell me…”

“That’s right!” Richie said passionately, “I took one for the team and turned on the Trashmouth charm. My flirting was going great and...”

“I somehow doubt that.” Stanley interrupted.

“Yeah Richie, you can barely flirt with Eddie.” Mike laughed, “You are a garbage can of Mom jokes, innuendos, and saying Eddie is cute.”

“That’s cause he’s the cutest!” Richie turned to kiss Eddie on the mouth. He did not reciprocate, peeved that Richie was even trying to flirt with someone else. “Don’t be mad at me, Laffy Taffy, it did not go in our favor.”

Eddie made a disgruntled noise, so Richie turned back forward trying to get comfortable against Eddie’s chest. Richie let both his arms settle on top of Eddie’s arms, which were still clutching around his waist for safety. Eddie put his chin on Richie’s left shoulder, their heads leaning into each other. “As I was saying, I flirted then Beverly snatched cigarettes while the foolish man was distracted. However, we did not count on him propositioning me, so I tried to shut down the mission too soon and the guy looked at his camera screen to see Beverly stealing. So I did the only sensible thing, hit a display of snacks to distract, grabbed Benny Boy’s hand and screamed ‘HAUL ASS BITCHES’.”

Eddie placed a hand over Richie’s mouth, “Inside voice.”

Richie pulled his hand away, “Oh! And nicked candy,” Richie reached into his pocket and threw a pack of skittles toward Mike’s direction.

“Thanks!” Mike said cheerily.

Richie opened his own pack of starbursts. He took out a red one and tried to feed it to Eddie. He grimaced, “Did you wash your hands after going to the bathroom?”

Richie rolled his eyes, “Yes, gumdrop.” Eddie let him plop the candy into his mouth, savoring the cherry goodness.

“Bill?” Beverly said nervously, “You’ve been quiet.”

Eddie shifted his head to look at Bill. His friend’s eyes were slits, brows furrowed and hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. He was breathing harshly through his nose trying to stay calm. “I’m really disappointed in you guys.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows looking over his shoulder to see Stanley’s surprised eyes and Ben’s hurt face. He could not see Beverly with Richie’s body preventing any more movement but assumed she was none too happy. No one commented on the fact that Bill did not even stutter.

“We are sorry, Bill.” Beverly said in a small voice.

“I’m not, we got the cigarettes,” Richie shrugged. Eddie rolled his eyes toward Bill’s enraged expression.

“Suh-suh-sorry about this, Eddie.” Bill seethed before taking his right hand off the wheel and aiming for Richie’s crotch. Bill hit home and Richie yelled in pain. His body convulsed on top of Eddie as he put his hands over his hurt manhood. Richie automatically tried leaning forward but Eddie’s arms were a vice.

“Fucking hell, Big Bill.” Richie put his hands on both sides of his legs taking deep shuddering breaths of rage. Eddie rubbed his hands in slow circles above Richie’s stomach making shushing noises. This seemed to help a little. Eddie definitely did not feel sorry for Richie, he was always getting himself into these situations.

“Ok. We are even.” Bill said cracking a smile. The rest of the car exploded into laughter. It was about 20 more minutes before Bill asked if they should pull over so Richie could sit in the back again.

“No, I like sitting in Eddie’s lap. He never lets me.” Richie nuzzled his face into Eddie’s neck brushing his lips over his skin. Eddie’s mind began to swim at the distracting lips.

“That’s because you weigh too much,” But Eddie realized this was a weak excuse. He actually really liked Richie being on his lap. Ever since he was a kid, people wanted Eddie to sit on their lap because he was “small and cute”. It was different having someone important to him sitting so close. It actually felt very adult. Richie started pressing his hot mouth against his throat making Eddie’s pulse quicken. Richie ran his teeth lightly over the sensitive skin by Eddie’s ear then trailed wet kisses across his jaw. Eddie wondered briefly if Richie knew what he was doing to him. Then the lips smirked into Eddie’s neck and it was all too clear...Richie was aware of exactly what he was doing.

“Still think I weigh too much for ya?” Richie laughed into his ear. Then he shifted on his lap getting even closer to Eddie’s body making him gasp.

“Pull over,” Stanley mumbled. “Eddie and Richie are making me nauseous.”

Eddie felt mortified that he let Richie be so bold in front of their friends. His face was on fire.

“Just as I was about to give him a lap dance,” Richie laughed.

“Beep Beep Richie,” Eddie hissed.

“Also, does the car feel unbalanced?” Bill wondered aloud.

“Probably the extra Richie weight in the front,” Mike shouted.

“Everyone stop roasting me about my weight. Fucking rude.”

HOUR 4:

“Yep, the tire has definitely lost a lot of air pressure,” Ben said with a sigh, his breath showing in the air. They all stood around the wheel shivering from the cold. Richie was hugging Eddie and rubbing his arms to keep him warm.

“P-probably the p-p-pothole we hit,” Bill kicked the tire. “Mama deserves better than us.”

“You gotta use a straw to blow air back into the tire,” Richie suggested.

They all ignored him, “You got a spare?” Mike asked heading toward the trunk.

“Under all our shit,” Bill said miserably.

“Let’s work together to get it then,” Richie followed Mike. Eddie looked at him in surprise. He must feel guilty for being the reason this happened. Together they took out all their stuff that was blocking the latch where the spare tire lived.

“Oh good, it’s the same as the other tires. So we don’t have to get a replacement.” Ben said as him and Mike heaved out the tire. Bill picked up the Jack and lug wrench.

“Bev, can you…” Bill began.

“On it!” Beverly went into the glove compartment grabbing the driver’s manual.

Beverly, Ben, Bill, and Mike went to the front to start replacing the tire. Stanley and Eddie went to work on putting everyone’s stuff back in the trunk. Richie stood around smoking a cigarette giving terrible directions such as:

“You have to put your head under the car to get a proper angle, Benny boy.”

“It’s lefty hefty, righty titties.”

“Those directions are in Chinese.”

“You have to remove everything then quickly throw the tire underneath and pray to God it latches.”

Most of these joke made Beverly and Ben laugh but the rest ignored him. When Stanley and Eddie finished putting everything back in the trunk, Stanley said, “Since I don’t know anything about cars...I’m going to sit in the car before my ass freezes.”

“Rich,” Eddie said getting the attention of the crazy boy. “Leave them alone and let’s wait in the car.”

“Coming my Reese's Pieces,” Richie cooed. He turned to Beverly, “The old lady needs me.” She put her hand up to her mouth stifling a giggle.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Eddie glared. “Just get in the car, you idiot.” Eddie got into the front while Richie hopped in the back.

Stanley was already sitting in the car reading his copy of The Shining, his legs under a blanket he got from his bag. Richie scooted in the middle seat, grabbed half the blanket and snuggled next to Stanley, who promptly rolled his eyes but went back to reading.

“Stan the Man is so warm,” Richie said putting his head on Stanley’s shoulder. “Hope this doesn’t make you jealous, Eds. You are still number 1 cuddle bug.”

Eddie laughed, “I don’t get jealous when it comes to you.”

“Liar,” Stanley mumbled.

Eddie’s eyebrows raised, “Excuse me? What does that mean Stanny?”

He cleared his throat still not looking up, “Do you think Richie likes Bill better than me?” Stanley had raised his voice in a clear attempt to mimic Eddie’s voice. Eddie’s eyes went to Richie who was grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh come on,” Eddie said seriously, “I was like 10 when I felt that way.”

Stanley glanced up at him, “Stan, I think Richie has a crush Beverly. They always smoke and hang out. Richie knows I hate smoking, so they don’t invite me.”

Eddie crossed his arms, “14! I bet you can’t find a recent example.”

The trunk opened with a gust of cold wind, as Mike and Ben tossed the supplies and old tire in the back. Bill opened the driver’s side door and Beverly opened the back door to bring the seat down for the guys to pile in.

“Hey Bill, what did Eddie say to you a couple months ago about Richie being neglectful?” Stanley asked mischievously.

Bill looked at Eddie with a cheeky grin, “That Richie is neglectful b-because ‘he never hangs out with m-m-me anymore. I thought we were d-dating. He hangs out with everyone more than me. Don’t people d-dating see each other all the t-t-time? I miss him’.”

“That was at the beginning of our relationship!” Eddie said in horror. Richie had doubled over with laughter laying sideways on Stanley who had the biggest smirk on his face.

“But Eddie, you see each other every single day.” Beverly chimed in.

“I-I well...I mean…” Eddie did not know what he meant. This conversation was starting to be really embarrassing.

“I got one!” Mike said jumping into the way back with Ben following behind him. Beverly got in letting Richie stay in the middle seat. Bill started the car and they were back on course.

“Shut it Mike!” Eddie seethed glaring at his friend.

“No…” Richie said between laughs. “Please go on Mikey!”

“Last week, Eddie found out that a girl in homeroom likes Richie. So he made sure she knew you two were seeing each other by kissing in front of her locker the next day.”

“Traitor!” Eddie screeched.

“You said you were kissing me in public because I looked hot that day!” Richie said in mock hurt.

“Eddie thinks he plays it cool. It’s all an act.” Bill chuckled.

“I looked up to you once!” Eddie punched Bill’s shoulder.

“Eddie, it’s funny come on…” Stanley said through tears in his eyes.

Eddie pointed at Stanley, “JUDAS!” Everyone’s laughter got stronger.

“That’s it, I’m going to make this weekend unbearable for all of you. You think Richie and I were gross earlier? Just wait.” Eddie turned forward and opened the map harshly to make sure they were on the right track. “Beware my revenge bitches.”

“Do I get a say in this?” Richie asked poking Eddie's side. Everyone had quieted down a little at Eddie’s threat but were still cracking up.

Eddie frowned, “No, you’ll take my PDA and like it.”

“Fine by me, my jawbreaker.”

“Gross, I hate you.”

“Whatever you say, sweet tart.”

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ok but remember that time bill fell asleep while watercolouring his drawing of beverly??? yeah that but with stenbrough and like stan comes into bills room and bills just asleep with his watercolors and a drawing of stan and pure??

Ahhhhh this is such a cute idea!!! I really hope I did it justice! Also I definitely got a little carried away so it got really long. Also Georgie is alive because screw you Pennywise. ANYWAYS I hope you like it, I tried to make it not complete rubbish so there’s that. I present to you (drumroll please)..... A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words!!!

I’m still accepting prompt requests! Feel free to stop by and give me something to try and write about!

Bill Denbrough’s browfurrowed in concentration as his brush moved delicately, yet deliberatelyacross the sketchpad in front of him. He sat on his bed, long legs foldedunderneath him as he paused to consider his next move. In front of him restedhis sketchpad, and on it, his day’s work.A boy’s face inhabited the page; hehad long, messy curls that seemed to fall effortlessly from his head, his headwas turned bashfully to the side, and a small smile ghosted at his lips. Bill tookhis brush, and with purpose began to fill it in with colour. The small blush ofhis cheeks, the pinkness of his soft lips, the glint in his eyes. Bill workedwith determination, his complete admiration for the figure apparent in the wayhis eyes glinted and danced with joy as he dextrously moved the brush againstthe paper.

Bill looked at the clock beside his bed. The soft glow ofthe numbers in the dim light read out a lazy 2:30 a.m. Suddenly, Bill waspainfully aware of the ache in his back, and the soreness of his folded legs, andthe weight that seemed to pull his eyelids ever downwards. And his watercolourwas only half finished! Bill let out a slightly audible groan. He didn’t want to leave the paintingunfinished; doing so would mean that it would nag and gnaw at his mind, and hejust wouldn’t feel right until he got itfinished. But he was so tired, and with every second that passed, he could feelhis body sinking more and more into the tantalising embrace of rest. Surelyjust a couple minutes couldn’t hurt?He’d just rest for a bit and then hecould continue working. Bill was asleep before his head touched his pillow, thehalf-coloured boy smiling beside him.

-–-

Stanley Uris reached out and rang the doorbell to the Denbroughhouse, the bright midmorning sun washing sweetly across his skin. He stood insilence for a few seconds before the door in front of him opened.

“Stanley!” cried Georgie Denbrough as hewhipped the door open. He wasted no time darting out onto the porch andwrapping his small arms around Stanley, his face buried in the blue fabric ofhis polo. Stan recovered from the shock of this initial assault and laughed,his hand ruffling the crop of dirty blond hair on the smaller boy’s head. This certainly had not beenthe Denbrough he was expecting, but he was always happy to see Georgie.

“Hey there Georgie, mind if Icome in?” Stanley asked. Georgie was alreadypulling him into the house by his arm. Stan was a regular guest at theDenbrough house; it felt like a second home to him.

“Good morning Stan!” Sharon Denbrough called sweetly fromthe kitchen, her head poking out of the doorway to greet him.

“Stanley do you want to play agame with me?” Georgie asked, practicallyjumping circles around him. Out of all his brother’s friends, Stan was by far, Georgie’s favourite.

“Not now, Georgie,” Sharon spoke as she walked over to theentryway where Stan and Georgie stood. “You haveto eat, come on,” she placed her hands on hisshoulders to calm his excited bouncing, and looked at Stan, and exasperatedsmile flashing across her face.

“I imagine you’re here for Bill? He’s still upstairs, just head right onup,” she said as she ushered Georgietowards the kitchen.

“Thank you, Mrs. Denbrough,” Stan said politely. He turned andheaded for the wooden stairs that led to the Denbrough’s second floor. He knew exactly which room was Bill’s. He could probably make his waythere blindfolded, he thought as he climbed the steps. the well-travelled woodcreaked and protested grouchily under his feet.

He turned at the topof the stairs and walked towards Bills room. His heart began to flutter inanticipation of seeing Bill, and his steps took on a giddy bounce. The door wasslightly ajar, and Stan pushed it the rest of the way, stepping softly into theroom.

“Hey, Bill I –” Stan trailed off as he was Bill, instriped pyjamas and a white undershirt, fast asleep on top of his bed, thecomforter under him. Stan chuckled to himself. He must have fallen asleep whilewriting again. He stepped further into the room, closing the distance between himand the bed where Bill slept. His mouth was slightly agape, and his auburn hairwas sleep mussed and messy; he looked perfect. Stan had never told anyone, butwhen they were younger, Stan had a crush on Bill, and over the years it hadgrown into, well, something much more.

Beside the bed, Stan noticed the sketchpad, and the very familiar face drawn on it. Hereached out and picked it up for a better look, and his heart melted. There, onthe page, half water coloured, in near-perfect detail, was the unmistakable smilingface of Stanley Uris. A pinkness crept into his cheeks to match the cheeks ofpicture-Stanley. Bill stirred on the bed and opened his eyes to see Stanleybeside him.

“Oh! Hu-hey Stan I must have –” Bill’scheeks flushed, and he felt a fiery redness blaze across his face. Stan was holdinghis sketchpad. Shit. He thought. Shit shit shit. He scrambled upright, sendinghis now dried watercolours spinning through the air and onto the floor.

“Bill, did you do this?” Stan asked softly, his voice thickwith awe.

“Um, w-w-well I m-m-muh-mean,I-I-I g-guess so,” Bill’s stutter showed itself in full force as he panicked andleapt off his bed to collect his water colours, running into his nightstand ashe did. Stan turned and looked up at Bill from the sketchpad.

“Bill, this, it’s amazing,” Stan’s gazelocked with Bill’s. Bill’s own eyes widened, and his jaw slackenedas he saw the awestruck glint in Stan’s browneyes. He looked bashfully away and began to rub his neck nervously.

“I-I’m s-suh-orry I should h-have a-a-asked if I c-could d-d-d-drawyou,” Bill searched desperatelyfor some sort of telling reaction in Stan’s face.Does he know? Bill’s inner voice spoke. Does he know I like him?! His throat wasdry, and his heart pounded in his ears; he was certain everyone in Derry couldhear it. But if Stan could hear the drumbeat that was Bill’s heart, he made no indication.

“No, Bill it’s amazing. I love it,” Stan blushed harder as he spoke.

“It’s j-just t-that I n-nuh-needed someone to d-dr-draw and yuh-you’re so p-pretty –” Bill froze in horror as soon as herealised what he had just said, his stutter, already amplified by his panic,making any sort of speech impossible.

Stan’sbreath hitched in his throat and his heart skipped a beat as Bill’s words reached his ears. Pretty. The word echoed in his mind, reverberatingthrough every corner of his mind, suffusing his body with a tingling warmth.

“Y-you think I’m pretty?” Stan breathed, his voice fragile and delicate, as if madeof thin layers of ice. Bill’s mindraced, desperately clawing for something to say that might salvage thisdisaster. When nothing came to him he simply responded with the only thing hecould think of.

“Y-yes,” he spoke softly and kept his eyes downcast, not willingto look at Stan’s face. If he had, he wouldhave seen the outpouring of elation that swept across it.

Stan’s kneesfelt suddenly weak, and his whole body tingled. Bill thought he was pretty. BillDenbrough. The boy he had been pining after since they were children in gradeschool. He felt an energy build up within him, and a blissful disbeliefpermeate his thoughts. Surely, he had misheard. Perhaps he was dreaming. Hedecided that If this was a dream, then he never wanted to wake up.

Something come over him then, and without thinking he rushedforward and pressed his lips passionately to Bill’s Theenergy building up inside him flaring into a blaze. Bill stood, stunned, Stanpressed against him, lips to his. His mind halted, unable to comprehend what washappening. He had had a crush on Stan since they were in the 5th grade.And here he was, kissing him. Slowly, his brain regained control, and he kissedback, pushing back against Stan’s lips,meeting his passion with an outpouring of his own. Electricity seemed to arcand dance between the two. Slowly, Bill placed his hands on Stan’s waist; Stan reached up and wrappedhis arm’s around Bills neck, one handstill clutching the sketchpad.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Stan pulled back,and looked up into Bill’s dazedeyes, which gazed dreamily back at Stan.

“I uh, I think you’re pretty too,” He giggled and bit his lip, pulling Bill into a warm embrace.They stood in the middle of Bill’s room,Stan in his trademark polo and khaki shorts, and bill in pyjamas with sleep mussedhair, swaying gently. Stan felt surreal, as if he was floating and flying throughthe air like the birds he so adored. Bill, in a similar state of disbelief simplyheld tightly onto Stan, as if he might actually float away, never wanting tolet him go.

-–-

Three days later, Stanley Uris returned from bird-watchingto find a wrapped parcel on his doorstep. On top of the parcel was a watercolourof a dove, and under the drawing Stan’s namewas written, in the distinct print of Bill Denbrough. Grinning, Stan rushed upto his room to open the unexpected gift. Stan unwrapped it to reveal awatercolour of Bill and Stan, embracing in his bedroom. Stan’s heart fluttered, and he pressed thepicture to his chest, his lips forming softly into a smile. Just then henoticed something else within the box; he pulled it out to reveal another picture.It was the picture of himself, now completed. Under it, in looping and elegantletters, were three words:

My beautiful Lovebird

#it (2017)#stenbrough #bill denbrough #stanley uris #reddie #the losers club #prompt requests #my writing

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sunflowersupremes · 6 years

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Implanted

Stakar told him it was his body and he could do whatever he liked with it.

Yondu wants to replace his missing head fin.

Characters: Stakar Ogord, Aleta Ogord, Yondu Udonta, Martinex T'Naga, Charlie-27 (Marvel), Mainframe (Marvel), Krugarr (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Body Modification

@ravagerweek day five: What does the Ravager life mean to you (answer: family, freedom)

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It wasn’t like Yondu to miss a meal. Let alone several in a row, one of which Stakar had specifically messaged him to invite him to. No, something was definitely wrong with the Centurian.

According to the ship’s sensors, Yondu was in his room. According to the computers, which kept track of all comings and goings through monitored doors, no one had entered or exited the room since their last plant stop, several days prior. It lined up perfectly with the last time anyone had seen Yondu, Charlie-27 recalling that he had seen him stumbling back to his room, drunk.

So Stakar made his way to Yondu’s room, hoping the Centaurian was just being stubborn and annoying.

He banged on the door and then stepped back, waiting to be let in. They had established early that Yondu’s room was his and that no one was to enter without permission, but Stakar was worried enough to consider forcing it open if the other didn’t answer. Come on, kid. Open up. Just tell me you aren’t dead.

“Yondu?” he rapped his knuckles against the door again, leaning in to see if he could hear anything from the inside. “It’s Stakar.”

After a brief moment, he heard a call of, “Come in!”

He didn’t waste any time in opening the door and entering. Inside was near total darkness, before the door slid shut, taking the light with it, he was able to see Yondu on his bed, lounged back with his eyes squeezed shut against the light.

Something was on Yondu’s head.

Stakar blinked. It wasn’t a hat - he’d tried to convince the Centauarian to wear one, once, because he thought it would help with his unease about his scars (it hadn’t) - it was too small and fit too close to the skull for that. “Yondu?” Stakar asked slowly, eying his head with apprehension.

“It’s muh body,” Yondu slurred, shrugging. “Ya sed I could do wha’ I want.” His speech patterns were worse than usual, and as Stakar took another step into the room, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, he could smell alcohol. Self-medicating.

“I did,” he agreed. “However, I don’t understand what you’ve done.” He wanted to turn on the light and get a better look at whatever was in Yondu’s skull. It was pretty clear that it was set directly into his skull, the blue skin on either side of it dark and angry, seeping sapphire blood.

“Dey took muh fin,” Yondu replied, gesturing to his head. There was no need to say who ‘they’ were, the only ‘they’ in Yondu’s world were the Kree, something he feared (or hated) too much to put a name too. “I took it back.”

Stakar settled next to him on the bed slowly, holding out his hand toward Yondu’s new fin. “May I?” Once the other nodded his consent he gently ran his finger along the metal, careful to avoid his damaged skin.

“Found a doc on da last planet, sed ‘e’s good at dis sorta thing.” Yondu waved his hand and then reached for another glass of whiskey. “Saved up muh pay.”

Stakar caught his wrist. “You don’t need any more of that,” he said gently. “Let’s get you something that’s meant to deal with pain.” And less addictive. He hadn’t considered Yondu becoming an addict - he’d had other things to focus on - but judging by the smell and Yondu’s disheveled state he should have worried.

The Centaurian looked offended. “I can take care o’ muh self.”

“I’m not saying you can’t,” Stakar lied. “But I’m your friend and I hate to see you in pain.” He could yell at Yondu later, once he figured out a way to get his point across. He wasn’t upset that he’d decided to get the prosthetic, what upset Stakar was that he’d clearly not taken care of himself after.

Yondu could hardly stand as Stakar attempted to pull him to his feet, clucking his tongue at him in worry. “Let me help you.” To his surprise, Yondu allowed him to pull the youth’s arm around his neck and take some of his weight. Together they shuffled toward the door, like a strange four-legged creature.

Yondu whined as the door opened, squeezing his eyes shut against the bright lights in the hall. Stakar wondered how many hours (or days) he’d spent in total darkness. “Close your eyes,” he said. “I’ll lead.”

Obediently he closed his eyes, hiding his face in Stakar’s shoulder with a soft groan. It seemed every step caused him pain. Stakar just hoped it was a result of how much alcohol he’d had, not that anything was seriously wrong with the implant.

Yondu stumbled dropping more weight on Stakar. “Muh ‘ead hurts,” he whimpered.

“I wonder why,” Stakar remarked dryly, shifting so the extra weight didn’t throw him off. “Do we need to take a break?”

Yondu shook his head, either from stubbornness or because he was that focused on getting something better for his pain. Stakar nodded and they resumed their slow shuffle, Stakar’s glare scaring off anyone who tried to come close enough to ask questions.

“Is ya mad at muh?” There was no help for Yondu’s grammar, Stakar had tried but he stubbornly slipped back into the slave’s creole. A lot of the Ravagers weren’t much better, but Stakar had once harbored visions of getting Yondu’s speech up to par with his own. He’d quickly given up.

“I said, I don’t care what you do to your body. It’s yours.”

“Ya seem mad.”

Stakar sighed, looking sideways at Yondu and making sure the other met his eyes. “I’m not mad. I’m worried. Do you understand the difference?”

Yondu frowned. “Ya’s mad dat I didn’t tell ya sooner?”

“You worried me. You disappeared for days, Yondu, and then I found you in this condition. I don’t care if you want to get body mods, but please tell me sooner so I can help you.”

“Yessir.”

He patted Yondu’s back. “We’re almost there. You gonna make it?”

Yondu squared his shoulders and nodded, stubbornly determined to make it more or less on his own. As they got closer to the medical wing, Yondu tried to take more of his weight back from Stakar, clearly afraid of looking too weak in front of others. “Humor me,” Stakar urged, keeping a tight grip on him.

Yondu grumbled but allowed himself to be half carried to a bed in the medical bay, and Stakar set him down gently before going off in search of the doctor. “You stay there,” he said, slightly more sharply than he’d intended.

First, he sent a message to the others to let them know Yondu had been found and was mostly alright: Yondu fine. Finding Doc. Long story. Will tell later. It should have roughly translated to “our resident pain in the ass is being a drama queen, nothing unusual.”

Once he located the doctor, who was working in the back of the medical bay, cataloging things, he said, “Yondu’s- Just try not to let him die and see if you can’t do something for the pain.”

That was all the explanation Stakar had time to give before he heard Aleta. “What in the hell is happening on my ship!?”

“It’s my ship, Aleta-girl!” he shouted back.

She just laughed at him. Stakar stomped toward the sound of her voice, trying his best to look upset (and failing, miserably, as Martinex would later tell him). By the time he reached her, Aleta was sitting in a chair next to the bed he’d deposited Yondu on. She probably would have sat beside him, if not for the fact that Martinex and Charlie seemed to have beaten her to it. Krugarr was wrapped around a chair beside her, still insisting that sitting like a normal person was uncomfortable for his people (Stakar knew for a fact he was lying and just being dramatic, he'd met other Lems before).

For his part, Yondu seemed to be no worse for the wear as Mainframe chattered excitedly from her perch on his lap. In fact, he seemed delighted and distracted from the pain with his makeshift family pressed around him.

Next to Stakar, the doctor let out a disgruntled noise. “This is supposed to be a place of rest!”

“You gonna make me leave?” Aleta raised an eyebrow, clearly daring him to come any closer.

Stakar let out a laugh, patting the doctor on the back reassuringly. “Alright, fun’s over, let him see his patient.”

“But we just got here!” Mainframe wailed. Stakar tried not to wince at the pitch of their voice. “Yondu doesn’t want us to leave, does he?”

“He’ll still be here in a minute.” He scooped up the android before they could cause any more trouble, dropping them off in the empty seat of Krugarr’s chair. The Lem glanced down at them wordlessly, as though offended that Stakar had assumed he didn’t need the chair. “You’re not using it.”

Charlie and Martinex got up from beside their friend with minimal grumbling, going off to find themselves something to sit in. “Bring me a chair while you’re at it!” Stakar called after them. Martinex made a gesture that Stakar couldn’t quite catch and Charlie burst out laughing. It didn’t take being The One Who Knows to guess what they were up to. “I oughta brig the both of you,” Stakar grumbled.

“You wouldn’t last five minutes without them,” Aleta shot back.

“Shall we try?”

Author’s Note:

Okay, but the real question is: does he have to plug in his implant?

Also: can Krugarr please purr like a cat?

#Ravager Week 2018 #stakar ogord #yondu #aleta ogord #charlie 27 #mainframe #martinex #krugarr #guardians of the galaxy #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #gotg #my writing #prompted work

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richiesmashmouthtozier · 6 years

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Sleep in the Heat!

Song

Chapter 3

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A/N: OKAY I”M SORRY! I was feeling really unmotivated and it was hard to get anything out there even though i have a couple already written. IM SORRY JUST READ THIS

DESCRIPTION: Beverly Marsh was cursed with her hit not being hard enough and her dad coming back to consciousness after being bashed in the head with a glass tray. The abuse only gets worse until the losers respond to a distress call and walk in on Mr. Marsh suffocating his own daughter. Things get out of hand when a huge fight breaks out between the six teenage boys and a grown man ending in murder. The losers were forced to pack up and leave their home on a road trip to find a place to breathe,,,

DISCLAIMER: I tried to write in songs during the situations so if you could, I suggest changing the song as the losers do in the story to add more effect :3

There’s one song lol : “You’ve got it (the right stuff)” NKOTB

pairings- literally everything oh mY GOD: Reddie, stenbrough, benverly, Stanlon, probably others I’m rlly tired.

these kids are thOTS

TRIGGER WARNINGS!: blood, murder, ANGST

and without further ado,

enjoy

“Let’s go big Bill!” Beverly was handling the radio while Bill Denbrough put the key into ignition. Stan was incredibly angry for being pushed to the back seat next to Mike then Ben. Richie wasn’t a fan of it either even though he was on the mattress again with Eddie.

“Okay muh-m-Mike, where are we off too?”

“We’re almost to New Hampshire so we should be driving for about 10 hours, not including stops, and we can take a break at this casino-hotel thing,”

“Finally! I’ve always wanted to gamble!” Richie yelled from the back.

“You’re an idiot,” Eddie said while putting on a different shirt that was white with yellow and blue stripes, Richie loved it because it was way too big on Eddie and he just looked so cute! Staring at Eddie made it all go away, almost like nothing ever happened with Mike.

“Turn it up!” Bev yelled. She was reading a stolen vogue magazine, which interested some of the boys, (not Eddie or Stan since they were gay while the rest were bi, pan, poly, you name it). She got excited when Bill got that cute little grin on his face and let the song “You Got It (The Right Stuff)” by New Kids on the Block. Bev looked back at Ben who was blushing and playing with his book page. He looked up and they met eyes, she did her signature wink and Ben grinned at her while they mouthed the words to each other. Everyone in the car was smiling to the sound of those stupid songs Ben would make the losers club listen to at the quarry or on bike rides.

Richie looked over to Eddie and saw the way he tapped his finger to the beat while playing sudoku from a page Richie ripped out of a magazine for him at their last haul. What Richie didn’t know was that Eddie was catching glances of him too. Eddie always thought it was cute that Richie had a couple of Bev’s hair ties on his wrist from when she had braided his hair. Eddie blushed at the thought of braiding Richie’s hair but quickly looked back to his sudoku page and filled in a number.

Richie had this urge to lay on Eddie or at least set his head on his shoulder. He kept hesitating until he glanced at the row of seats in front of them. Mike was air-drumming to the beat while Stan watched him and laughed. After that he laid his head on the boy real quick. It almost hurt from how fast he was, but Eddie’s heart still sped up and his breath hitched. Richie didn’t know why but after a few seconds of laying his head on Eddie’s warm chest he started to get tired and closed his eyes to fall asleep.

“Bill speed up.”

“What? Buh-b-bev?”

“Speed up!”

“Oh my god…” Stan looked back and saw the red and blue lights flashing as a police car turned into their lane.

“SHIT!” Eddie started to shake. He couldn’t go to jail. What are we gonna do?

“Eds! get your head down!” Richie pulled him against the door, under the windows and squeezed the small boy. Eddie squinted and clenched onto the taller boys sweater with his head pushed into Richie’s chest.

“Bill!” Bev tugged on his shirt sleeve.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.” Ben clenched the arm rest and the empty bag of trail mix in his other hand.

“Bill turn here!” Mike spoke up. Bill frantically turned the wheel and pulled into a parking lot for the thrift store GoodWill. Stan kept looking back and made sure they weren’t followed. Luckily, the police car drove right past the turn and kept on. They all took deep breaths and tried to calm down.

Bev looked up and noticed the big store. Her voice shook but she puttered out, “Anyone up for shoplifting?”

Bev came out of the car first. Even before the murder she loved thrift shopping and fashion designing but she never had the money to buy herself clothes to experiment with. She looked the part though; she was wearing a white shirt with a design that was covered by long overalls that were a bit small on her and short with rips on the knee and one of Bill’s flannels and black converse. Stan wasn’t too happy about the flannel part but he was wearing Mike’s silk bomber jacket so he tried to shrug it off. They all walked in the store looking like suspicious teenagers, so not much was new. Richie liked the feeling of being intimidating even if it’s only to some 40 year old cashier.

They all went to different sections to find some clothes and of course the lovers always “found” their way into the same aisle as each other and Mike wanted his turn. Stan wandered to the back of the store where there was old furniture and tall shelves filled with knick knacks and old dolls (which creeped everyone out) and on the back wall there were old TVs and radios, (the TVs were always on static instead of an actual show). He sat down on the edge of a brown couch when he saw something in the corner of his eye. Something red was peeking out from the floor of the aisle to the side of him. He stood up and slowly made his way to the entrance on the shelf. He looked at the ground and saw red blood scattered on the floor and on his hands. As he looked up the section turned into the Marsh’s old apartment. Stan stood there wide-eyed almost about to cry, but no sound came out. He backed out of the aisle and clenched his hair, “stop,” he whispered, “Stop!” he cried, “STOP!” His back hit the back wall which was now covered in the same wallpaper as Beverly’s old kitchen. He looked down at his feet and saw a knife, the knife he used, covered in blood, “no…” He kept walking backwards in attempt to get away from the visions. He whipped his head left and right to search for a way out, when the front door opened.

“Mike?” Stan said. He ran to the figure in the “doorway” and hugged him.

“Stan? What’s goin’ on?”

Stan opened his eyes and he could see the end of an aisle and he let go of the hug. There was no blood on his hands and the floor was clean, “I… Sorry… I just saw…” His voice broke and Mike could tell he was about to tear up so he put his hand on Stan’s shoulders and said, “Hey it’s okay,”

Mike looked at Stan and admired him. Stan did the same. Their eyes locked. Until they both slowly closed them and leaned in. Their lips touched softly.

“Holy shit…” Richie whispered to himself from the end of the aisle, “You motherfuckers… You motherfuckers!” Richie stormed off.

Richie walked outside where the losers (except Eddie and Bill who were in the bathroom. They got situated in the car until Richie saw Eddie walk out the store and ran to him.

Eddie noticed he was angry and walked to him “Richie! What’s the matter?” He frowned when he got no response but a blank stare past him, “Rich?” Eddie clutches into his jacket and shook him but Richie yanked his arm out of his grasp when he saw Bill, then realized his mistake.

“What the hell?” Eddie said.

“Eds! I…”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“I- I need Bill”

“What- Bill? What’s wrong?”

“Just one second!” Richie yelled and pushed past the smaller boy.

“Richie!” Eddie stumbled back. He was visibly angry.

“Wuh-w-What’s going o-on?” Bill walked up behind Eddie in alarm.

“Bill!” Richie didn’t know how to word this, “I- uh… I saw…”

“What?” Eddie and Bill looked at him confused.

“Break up with Stan!” He blurted out. He squinted at his stupidity.

“What!” Bill looked at Richie like he was monster, he loved Stan.

Eddie look at Richie “What the hell Richie?!”

“Wuh-w-wuh-What a-are you tuh-t-talking ab-buh-bout?”

“Bill… I…”

“Ruh-R-Richie! W-What are you tuh-talking about?!”

“Look Bill I’m so sorry,” Richie reached out for him but he stepped back.

“What happened?” Bill said it sternly without stutter and it made Richie feel terrible. How could he tell him this.

“Stan cheated on you.”

“W-wuh… What?”

“Richie what the hell?” Eddie said from behind.

“No… he-he didn’t! You’re luh-l-lying!” Bill pushed him.

Once Richie caught his balance and yelled, “Look Bill! I’m sorry! He- He kissed Mike!”

“Stuh-Stop it! Stan- He wouldn't duh-do that!” he choked on a sob.

“Bill you have to listen to me!”

“Tuh-Take it back!”

Richie’s eyes went wide. He’s heard those words before. “Bill… Please!”

“Take it back!” no stutter.

“I- I can’t!” Richie kept walking back as Bill continued forward.

“Richie!” Eddie yelled, he knew what was going to happen. His best friend against his boyfriend, it was all too familiar.

“Denbrough! Listen to me! I don’t know what happened! But they- They!-“

Bam

They all knew it was bound to happen. Bill punched him straight in the jaw.

“BILL!” Eddie screeched. He pushed past the taller boy and kneeled down to his “boyfriend” with the bloody lip, laying in the street. Heads around them were turning and the rest of the club came out from the car, including Stan and Mike.

“What’s going on?” Bev yelled, “Richie! Oh my god!”

“Bill?” Stan hurried to him and left Mike behind to help pick up Richie.

Eddie parted from his boyfriend when Mike and Ben lifted him up, “What the fuck Bill?!” Eddie pushed Bill back. He only stumbled a couple of steps.

“Hey! What happened?” Stan went between them and held onto Bill.

“You’re a piece of shit, Uris!” Eddie spat.

“Eddie!” Bev yelled

“What happened?” Ben repeated.

“Is ih-it tuh-true?” Bill said parting from Stan's arms and holding his hands.

“What?”

“You fucking kissed Mike!” Eddie yelled.

Stan’s eyes went wide and Mike looked down.

“I- I…”

“Oh muh-my god…” Bill said. He backed away from the group.

“Bill,” Bev had Eddie in a comforting hug.

“Bill wait!” Ben yelled. Richie squinted while his ear started ringing from the noise. Richie was able to stand alone now and Eddie ran to hug him.

“Bill!” Beverly ran towards the boy who started running away from the parking lot and back into the forest.

“Bev! Wait!” Ben yelled, but he was too late.

A/N: Hahahaha sorry.

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aznhedge-archive · 3 years

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Foundational: Never filter the data because you'll reach an unsuitable result. It's never within the interest of the people trying to solve a long-term problems to lie to themselves. If someone is trying to "lie" to you while claiming to want to solve your problems; you need a question their motives and whose interest they truly have in mind.

Hard, uncomfortable discussions has always been a strength of aznidentity. This sub should be wary of tone-policing and watering down certain views and discussions just because some might get offended.: aznidentity

https://www.reddit.com/r/aznidentity/comments/mf8yt7/hard_uncomfortable_discussions_has_always_been_a/

Excellent post:

"This time period is going to be crucial in terms of attempting to finally get some real change going.

IMO, there is always the possibility, the danger of a sub downgrading in quality due to diluting important messages or even culling certain viewpoints altogether because an increasing amount of readers were complaining about them, even when they shouldn't.

I guess I'll get to the point - there has been a lot of new people coming here to see what's up. Welcome. However (and a lot of you are probs aware of this) there's also bound to be more than a few people from different backgrounds popping in with ill intentions that are interested in trying to dictate the narrative, subtly and slowly but surely twisting things here and there, telling people here how we should be allowed or not allowed to do or say this and that.

Let me tell it to you straight:

Yes there are good white people, but there is still an obscene amount of them who casually disrespect or even outright despise Asians, who either refuse to acknowledge their privilege or revel in it, try to co-opt and control Asian subs like the mess at r/ china or r/ korea, who conflate every Asian with muh CCP, ostracize and shun Asians in social and work life yet play all innocent and pretend they're not complicit in this situation. Every now and then, one might even go on a killing spree....

Yes there are good black people who are devoted to solidarity, but there is still an obscene amount of them who violently attack random Asians in the street whose only crime was existing, who taunt and bully Asians, who deflect and stay in denial in every other comments section related to an Asian hate crime, who will never shut up about some Chinese or Korean dudes who were mean to Africans in Asia but stay silent about the riots that harmed Asian businesses and the numerous times that both Africans and black people in America assaulted Asians.

Yes not all AF dating white people are unwoke, yes there are plenty of good Asian women, but there is still an obscene amount of them who publicly put down AM, who openly worship white people on social media, who say AM are the 'weak link' for dubious reasons, who bizarrely blame AM for the sins of extreme white men (see Elliot Rodger or the weird accusations at Andrew Yang), who keep trying to silence this conversation or, frustratingly, denying this problem exists and telling AM who's experienced these toxic people to be a good boy and shut up. Not all AM send nasty PMs to AF but there's tons of articles written about "evil Asian men" at times implicitly suggesting this is a rampant prevalent thing, yet we're not allowed to write articles or make videos about a not-tiny amount of AF who don't stop at rejecting AM but even slander Asian men to non-Asian friends and harass AMXF couples?

The "not all [ ]" argument that people (from various groups and demographics) keep throwing at Asians here and there is borderline patronizing. No one with two brain cells actually thinks every single _____ is anti-Asian, whoever uses and abuses that cliche more often than not is trying to nurse their hurt feelings, trying save their own hide and tone-police or gaslight conversations that need to be had, and (even if unintentionally) essentially covering up for those of their group that harm or contribute to harm against Asians. If your first instinct is to nag and say 'we're not ALL like that, I think you're just seeing things or exaggerating' and not 'I'm sorry, I sympathize for you, I will call those fuckers out when I have the chance', you're not fully or truly sympathetic. It's like the "not all men" stuff when women are trying to talk about sexual assault issues.

If you happen to be offended by any of this, go somewhere else cuz this ain't a safe space buddy!

I hope this sub can,

find a way/ continue to smartly and productively criticize anti-Asian people FROM ANY GROUP, without giving genuine racists/ misogynists/ anti-semites/ homophobes etc. (who are a stark minority, don't give the outside slanderers and detractors the upper hand on this one guys) any more of the leading voice or power than the haters of BTS in the past did

still keep in mind that many POCs are not only racist against Asians, but will also never change their minds, ignore what subs like this say, and continue to be anti-Asian. Preach unity all you want, but when any POC group is making a toxic Asian "joke" or planning to go on some assaulting campaign for shits and giggles, we must not go any easier on them than we do on white people.

You NEED to understand: Asian men in particular have been forced into a unique, unenviable position in society, and as a result, there are still not many spaces like this sub where AM can vent their pent up frustrations about their lot in life and all the prejudices and double standards. Don't take this away from AM too.

still remember that the toxic attributes and widespread impact and ramifications of many (not all) WMAFs is still worth discussing and calling out. Never forget that there is such a thing as a false equivalency, do 👏 not 👏 fall 👏 for the disingenuous types who cherry pick certain AMXFs that are cringeworthy and play 'whataboutism', the types whose main goal is to downplay this ugly phenomenon and brush countless events and stories under the rug out of embarrassment, trying to manipulatively point fingers and say "no YOU'RE the one who needs to explain yourself AM scum!" Taking the heat off of this very real problematic dynamic is exactly what they want. Never be fooled.

One of the best things about this sub has always been its ability to have controversial and 'offensive' conversations about taboo topics (read: black on asian crime) that boba liberals tend to pussy away from. While it's wise to avoid going to the extreme end, and to not completely alienate white people/ black people/ AF/ hapas and so on, the last thing we need, especially in this age when awareness about Asian struggles is more mainstream than ever, is for there to be so much neutering on r/ aznidentity that it ends up looking like r/ AsianAmericanChannel on many fronts."

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shiroe-is-my-baby · 6 years

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Not Enough

Summary: When the two both think that what they're doing isn't enough, it becomes harder for them to see the reality. And even harder to express the truth to their feelings.

W: self-insert, angst, fluff

I'm used to Shiroe's habit of overworking. He and I have been together for a while now, and even when we were friends I understood. It was when he felt most comfortable and somewhat enjoyed it. Even though I couldn't understand it, I tried to for him. I tried to be there for him instead of constantly bothering and pestering and being too needy. Because I didn't want him to think that I was too overwhelming.

He already had enough on his plate and mind without me making it worse. So I was his support system, making sure to only intervene when needed. Making sure he was taking care of himself and he knew that I cared. Because I loved him more than anything else in the world. He was my universe.

But sometimes I feel... guilty.

Guilty for asking for attention.

Guilty for feeling as if he doesn't want to be with me.

Guilty for constantly needing affection and time even when it's inconvenient.

Then, the anxiety begins. I feel as if I'm being too much. As if I'm suffocating and I can't always tell when Shiroe is fine. I've gotten used to his behavior and his mannerisms, but sometimes I just can't.

But I can't read his mind. I never know when his thoughts are overwhelming. He almost always keeps this fact to himself only opening up when I beg, because he's losing himself.

And when I'm alone at night, I cry.

Because I love Shiroe so much. I care about him so deeply.

I cry because I worry. I cry because I can't ever truly know if Shiroe is okay or if he feels drowning because of me. He means so much to me that I literally have begun to distance myself so he doesn't feel burdened to have to balance our relationship and his work too much.

But god does it hurt.

It hurts not being able to spend time with him during festivals or special occasions or anything at all because he's busy. It hurts to see him silent on his own, that same look on his face and the steady beaded brow. Knowing that no matter what I say or what I do it might not even help.

I wish cheering him up was easy. Easier at least. I know it's much more than myself and I shouldn't be so selfish to think that my efforts should matter... but I just want to love him like he deserves to be loved.

I want to be with him every second of every day. I want to see his smile so much more often, because it gives me so much hope. And he looks so good.

Again, I'm sounding so selfish.

Sitting with the other guild members as they laugh and enjoy their tea, I can't help but feel empty and quiet. My finger trailed the rim of my cup, and I let out a slow sigh. Their conversation sounds like a buzzing in my ears, and I can't seem to escape my thoughts.

Shiroe is gone again. He's out attending another round table meeting. He doesn't tell me much about these things, only whenever it's necessary. Another thing that makes me feel selfish. I know he doesn't mean to keep secrets from me, but it doesn't make it any less hurtful.

Minori turns to me and spoke, but all I can hear is a muffled sound. I blinked, swallowing as if my throat would be hoarse the minute I speak up.

"W-What?" I asked.

"Are you alright, Ashley? You look kinda..."

"You look kinda pale. You're not feeling sick, are you?" Toyha finished.

I shook my head, glancing back down at my tea.

My reflection stared back at me, as if it's taunting me. It's hard to tell the truth, because I don't want them to know what's on my mind. No one needs to know our relationship business.

"Sorry, guys. I'm just... tired," I lied.

They take that as a response, not wanting to push the issue any further. But minori places her hand on my arm, smiling warmly. It's a smile that tells me she's there for me. A smile that I welcome.

I force myself to give her a smile back, even though t doesn't look all that convincing. She takes it anyway, turning back to continue the conversation with the others.

When the front doors open, I feel my body almost jumping from the seat. Shiroe's voice is in the air, greeting everyone with that same little smile. I can't help but feel my heart skipping a beat when he looks at me. It's like his eyes sparkle a bit all for me.

I sat my drink on the table, shooting ip from my spot to walk over to him. My lips are against his cheek in seconds, telling him how much I missed him. It is words I hope he understands and takes as a sign that I want his full attention.

"I missed you too, sweetheart."

For some reason, those words sound different. Not like he didn't mean them, hut more like he had something on his mind. They lingered some emotion I couldn't pinpoint.

I ignored it, thinking something happened at the meeting.

"I'm so glad your back. I was thinking maybe we could go for some lunch, or I could make you something-"

"I'm sorry, Ashley. I wish I could, but I have a lot of stuff I should get back to. Maybe later, okay?"

I choked back on my words, eyes stinging the moment he spoke his own. It wasn't like I didn't expect this. These are words in beginning to hear a lot of lately. I know that he doesn't mean to do this, and I know he's go so much there that I can't see.

But that doesn't make it hurt any less.

"O-Okay," I said, trying to hide the emotion in my voice.

Shiroe leaned down to kiss me sweetly, giving me that smile that I loved.

How could I be upset at that smile.

He said a couple more words before he disappeared upstairs, leaving me with my heart in the soles of my boots. The others must have known something was a miss re moment he left. If it weren't for the atmosphere and my tail that seemed to lay.

Ignoring their heavy eyes, i trotted upstairs and disappeared into my- our room. Once the door was closed, I couldn't stop my tears from flowing. I know that Shiroe isn't a bad man. I know the true caring and sweet person I fell in love with.

But he's only human. He makes mistakes just like the rest of us. Which is why it's unfair of me to be so upset and almost... angry when I haven't even spoken to him about the issue. He could have no clue of the problem. He works to hard, it could easily be non existent to him.

Not to mention our relationship has always relied heavily on communication since Shiroe is my cute, dorky oblivious man. But I'm the first person he's ever truly been with seriously. And I can't blame him for not knowing when it's not enough.

The rational side of my brain tells me to go to him, explain to him my feelings and hope that he'll understand. I know he'll understand. But, in the end, the irrational part of my brain wins.

He part that tells me to lie in bed all day and sleep. Forget this day ever happened and hope it goes away. But that's not how you solve things in a relationship. Part of this is my fault as well.

I'm still crying when Shiroe comes to bed. It isn't too late, or as late as he would normally come to bed. My back is to the door, and I quickly compose myself in the hopes that he doesn't ask me anything. I don't see why I'm trying to hide it.

What good does that do?

I'm so stubborn. And foolish.

I'm the one not doing enough. Enough for us.

Shiroe climbs into bed behind me, shifting hair from my face to give a gentle kiss on my cheek. His touch is so warm, and I'm immediately leaning into him instinctively. "Hey sweetheart, are you awake?" He asked, quietly.

I give a small nod, though I don't want to talk. But I don't want to pretend to be asleep either. So I have to suck it up.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer until I can feel his chest against my back. Our legs intertwined together, and I could feel his breath against my cheek and ear. He feels so much like home. I want nothing more than to just forgive him. Trust that it'll get easier.

But again, that's not how you solve things. That can't be how we solve things. Not if we want this to work.

"I'm sorry about today. Marielle piled a lot of paperwork after the last festival, and the round table needed me to do some things last minute. Things are just..."

His voice trailed off, almost as if he wasn't sure how to continue.

He sighed, giving my waist a quick squeeze. For a second, I thought he had fallen asleep. Until he too began to speak with such gruffness that it almost scared me.

"I'm making excuses again, aren't I?" He asked.

My eyes widened, and I lifted my head to make eye contact with him. His eyes were so tired looking. I could tell he was stressed about something or many things. It made my chest ache.

My eyebrows furrowed, "What... what do you.."

"I saw how disappointed you were when I turned you down today. You were so excited, and I... I really didn't want to hurt you. Things are just... they're just... getting so- complicated."

His words almost sound shaky. I can't see his eyes well enough in the darkness to know if he's getting overly emotional. Immediately my anxiety starts to rise, and I'm touching his warm cheek.

"Shiroe, baby, what's wrong? Please... tell me..."

He sighed, pursing his lips and glancing to the side. Away from me. He seems almost embarrassed to be admitting this to me. I'm so worried my hands are shaking. I don't like seeing him this way.

It makes me feel so deeply for him. People give him such a bad label when he's really so caring. So gentle. He's got so muh going on in his head that no one will ever truly know or understand. They don't see this part of him. The part that hurts for everyone. The part that longs and works his ass off for the sake of everyone else.

"Staying busy is what I like to do. I like... I like having all of this work to do, but I also like being with you. And sometimes when I don't know how to deal with things working is just... it's just easier for me. It's what I know. All I know."

My eyes start to form tears, and i can barely see him straight. I slowly sat up, holding his face in my hands. His eyes sparkle in the darkness, and I can feel the warmth growing in his cheeks. He feels embarrassed and downright anxious. I can just tell.

"Baby, shhh... it's okay. I know that's how you are. I've accepted that fact-"

"Yes, but that doesn't make it right. You deserve so much better than that. Ashley, you mean so much to me. I can't lose you."

"Shiroe-"

Tears begin to roll down my face, watching him come unglued in front of me. I start to feel selfish again. Foolish for being so upset with hm. I had no idea he was aware of this all. And the burden it was causing him. These emotions were the exact opposite I was expecting.

My body is shaking, and I couldn't begin to find the words to speak. I feel so much love for him. So much pain. I've understood all of himself, the good and the bad. I loce him for all that he is. Even the parts that can be frustrating. Because he is my world.

And he's not perfect.

But he's mine. And he's real.

"I want to do better for you. I want to be the guy that you deserve. It's not fair to you, and I can't mess this up. You're the only person I've ever felt this way about. You make me feel like I'm..."

He's shaking himself now. I can't bring myself to say anything. I feel a tear touch my thumb, and immediately I'm pulling him into a tight hug. Our emotions are bother running high, and all we can do is sit in silence.

He's so warm.

When I finally am able to pull back, my eyes take in his face. I'd never seen him get like this before. Never seen him eat this upset. My chest aches for him. I want nothing more than to end his pain. Nothing more than to ease his mind.

"Shiroe, you're not going to lose me. I love you so god damn much. Do you understand? I don't care about your work. Not when I know it's something you love doing. I only care when it interferes with us. But... I just want to be with you. All the time. Not a second goes by I don't want to be with you, and I know you feel that way too," I said.

He nodded in agreement, watching me speak.

"We've both gotta learn how to balance it out. You've gotta learn how to talk to me, before it gets this bad. We can't do this if we're not communicating. But baby, don't ever think you are not good enough for me. Because you are exactly the man that I want."

I smile through the tears, touching his cheek once again.

Shiroe keeps looking into my eyes, unable to speak a word. His face is almost melancholy, but I know he's just upset with himself. And I don't want that. I just want to make this better for the both of us.

"You're the perfect man for me. If anything, I feel like I don't deserve you. Literally the only complaint I ever had about our relationship is the fact that I feel like I'm not with you enough, and part of that is because I'm needy as fuck,"i said, chuckling softly.

Shiroe chuckled, half heartedly as well. His hand grasped my own, lifting it up to his lips for him to kiss. His thumb trace the back of my knuckles, eyes swallowing my own.

"I'm sorry," He said, "I'll try harder. I'll let you drag me away when it's beginning to be too much. I want to be with you all the time it's just hard for me to... get away from my thoughts."

"I know, baby. I know. But as long as you're trying and I'm trying. That's all that matters."

"I love you..."

Shiroe pulls me against him, pulling me into him. I gladly follow, folding into his lap and leaning my head against his shoulder. He's pulling me right against him, with a grip that no one could break.

My eyes closed, and I gripped the fabric of his shirt under my fingertips. He smelled so nice and he felt so warm. This was exactly be place that I wanted to be.

"I love you too," I said.

And I meant it.

I loved him, and I intended to try harder every day for him. To show him that I'm not going anywhere. And that we are strong.

We are good enough.

#self insert #self ship #self insert writing #my writing #otp: shirey #fic #fanfic #angst

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definitelyameatbag · 7 years

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Meet the Patient 2/2

Another chapter for the college AU by @drawbauchery!

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Bell had took charge in taking care of Perri. Not that she admitted to doing so, or specifically requested it, Yana just kept back and let her drift into responsibility, setting the cooker for the soup and wrapping Perri up in blankets as she got her bed changed. Yana thought that was going a little far, but then she took in the stench of the old covers as they got dumped into the laundry room, much to the embarrassment of Perri as she sat on the couch with her lemon tea.

Half an hour passed, and Yana noted that Bell and Perri had been upstairs for most of it. Perri told them they could stay in the house and study if they wanted to, so Yana had gotten out her laptop and books to work on her assignment, expecting Bell to come down at any time.

Yana was increasingly becoming worried about Bell, regarding this ‘Perri’. They spent an oddly large amount of time together, and were awfully attached. She didn’t expect her of cheating, of course, even the idea seemed bizarre and she felt awful for even imagining it,, but they were...’close’, regardless. And not in the most conventional fashion.

Having enough, she closed her laptop and marched up the stairs. Her head swam in possible things to say to Bell. ‘Come down’, ‘Leave the kid alone’, ‘You’re going to get the flu off her’.

By the time she rounded the corner and walked into Perri’s bedroom, Bell sitting beside the bed with an empty soup bowl and Perri tucked in the now-clean blankets. And she had in her hands an old book, which Yana, upon closer look, realized she was exceedingly familiar with.

“Oh, you’re up!”, greeted Bell, standing up and looking at Perri, “Would you like some more lemon tea?”

Perri nodded and smiled, “Yes please!”, shortly before having a few shallow coughs, as Bell walked to the door.

“Look after her for a while, would you sweetie?”, she said to Yana as she came up beside her. Yana knew it wasn’t a request, because Bell had then smooched her on the cheek and walked out.

Quickly, her senses returned, “Umm, kid?”, she took a step forward, pointing at the book in Perri’s hands, “You know what book you’re holding there?”

Perri lifted her face from her tissue, and flipped the book in her other hand to read the cover, “‘The Shores of Nalbainlund’, by R. J. J. Doonristig. Bell said she thought I would want to have something to read while I got better, and she lent me this.”

Yana’s eyes were ready to bulge out of her sockets. Yana figured out how the world worked early, she knew she’d be a dweeb for eternity if anybody knew she loved those books. Her uncle who gave her them as a kid and Bell were the only two who knew, and Bell know only on the condition that she never told anybody, let alone hand them out without her knowledge. Her head rattled in a tug of war between anger and embarrassment.

“That is mine! I didn’t tell her she could give them out!”, she blurted out, taking another step forward and causing Perri to sit back up and face her. Perri’s face, it’s expression of confusion and concern, made Yana feel embarrassed again, but she thought it felt like a different kind of embarrassment, one that seemed to feel worse. Yana felt the need to dart her eyes down to the floor.

Slowly, Perri began to speak, “Well, umm, I never read much fantasy before...”

Yana’s cheeks blushed even harder, “It’s not fantasy! It’s an exploration of conlangs and the structure of ancient myths, as seen in the construction of a Britonnic/Celtic-esque mythos and origin story! ‘Leno the Barbarian’ and that sort of garbage is ‘fantasy’, not the genius of Doonristig!”, Yana shouted at Perri. Yana in the corner of her mind realized that she was properly towering over Perri now, and the expression on the kid could increasingly be described as ‘nervous’, and ‘frightened’. Even as she was coming down from the high of anger, Yana felt...ashamed of herself, the look in the eyes of Perri, seeming to think she had done something wrong, was making her stomach turn.

“I’m...I’m sorry, Yana.”, muttered Perri, her eyes swelling either from her sickness or from feeling hurt by the outburst, “You can take the book back, I don’t m--”

“Wait! Nono, I’m...”, Yana interrupted, the sight of Perri being as pleasant to see as the underside of a used plaster, “I’m...concerned if you will properly understand the...intonation of the conlang. Yes, it is...difficult to get your head around if you’re a first-time reader.”

Perri looked back up at her, appearing as if Yana had grown two heads. “Is...it?”

“Oh yes.”, Yana nodded, approaching the chair and picking the book up. “It’s important I made sure you got the proper idea of how the words are pronounced. There are notes on the pronunciation and grammar in the back, but flicking back and forth is just not the proper way to do it.” Yana slide the chair forward, sitting down and leaning forward, positioning herself so Perri could easily see the writing.

“You’re gonna...read it to me?”, questioned Perri, an upward inflection betraying the oddity with which she found the idea.

Yana turned back to her, as she opened the book, “Why, is that...strange?”

“No, I...”, Perri blushed, “I never really had a book read to me before. Not outside of school.”

Yana gulped, “Well, uhh, let’s start from the beginning, then.”

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Bell, true to her word, came back up to give Perri that lemon tea, but after that she left them to their own as she worked on her assignment. After a few hours and a few espressos, she thought to finally check in on them.

Yana was on the bed, laying straight, the book resting on her chest. Under her arm, in a foetal position towards Yana, was Perri, inside the blankets. Both were quietly snoozing.

Bell felt terrible breaking up a sight that was so precious, but she thought Perri was probably ready for another meal and some more medicine, so she snuck up beside Yana and nudged her awake.

“Muh, huh, wha?”, muttered Yana, opening her eyes up to see Bell. Bell clutched at her heart.

“Get up, sleepyhead.”, Bell gently whispered, “Spend more time with that little bundle in your arms, and you might catch the fl--”

She was interrupted by Yana breaking into a coughing fit, which she tried to keep as quiet as possible. She seemed to not wake Perri.

“Oh?”, Bell asked, placing her hand on Yana’s forehead. It was hotter than normal.

“Why, wha-- oh. Fuck.”, whispered Yana.

“Oh yes.”, Bell smiled, evilly, “Looks like you’ll need some ‘care’ when we get back home.”

#steven universe #fanfic #college au #@drawbauchery #peridot #blue zircon #yellow zircon

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tellytantra · 5 years

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I- Raman are you mad ,why do you let them humiliate you . R- arey chod na ,they are friends . I- arey friends hain to kya ,they are free to say anything ,why don't you answer them ever . R- arey they were just having fun . I- ohh ,for god sake man ,don't tell me that you don't know the difference between having fun and making fun . arey every individual are not same .sab pagal hotein hain ,koi gora hota and koi kaala , koi lamba hota hai ,koi chota ,koi mota hota hai ,koi patla ,koi sundar ,koi thoda kam sundar but that doesn't meant that people have rights to mock and humiliate anybody ,that to our own friend . R- you know ishita you are such a sweetheart ,kahne ko to abhi mera best friend hai but you always fight with him for me though he is your boyfriend . I- boyfriend hai to kya ,you are also my friend and I don't like this type of activities .arey you eat more to unka kya jaata hai , neighter you eat from their money nor into their tummy then why they always put eyes of your food . R- bas meri jhaansi ki raani ,kitna bolegi , chup ho ja warna your boyfriend will think that I have taken his girlfriend also . I- arey nahi . waise bhi aajkal he is behind that shagun . R- and you are so easy .don't you feel bad . I- nah ,I know he will come back to me . Like this they talked for some more and finally moved to their classrooms . These were ishita and Raman ,2nd year MBA students ,ishita is queen bee of college while Raman is a nerdy bit plum boy of institute. Thats all for prologue.Enjoy reading and do respond ,will try to update it soonish . Writer: DivanRu Shot 1 Raman got ready for college and went to breakfast table ,he settled in his chair and asked"ma aaj naaste mein kya banaaya hai". T- tera favorite keema parathe . R- wow ma you are best . Toshiji smiled and served him parathe's with sauce and pickles ,he started having it praising his mother ,he had four parathe and was asking for more when Mr bhalla spoke " bas karn Raman its breakfast time ,abhi lunch and dinner are left , that also you have to adjust in the same tummy ". Toshiji listen this and shouted " ye kya bhallaji ,you don't even let my puttar eat at peace ,hamesha uske khaane pe nazar lagaate rahtein hai ". Mr bhalla - no toshiji ,I m not eye on his food but don't you think now he should try to take care of his body ,in some days he will complete his MBA and had to join business . He should be fit na. T- business our patle hone mein kya compatibility hai ,my puttar is intelligent and he will be better businessman than you ,samjhe aap. Mr bhalla shook his head in disbelief and spoke " haan bhai ,I know non is better than your son ,I unnecessarily start argument with you two in morning". Saying so Mr bhalla got up from the dining table and started gathering his files to leave for his office . Raman too completed his breakfast and left for college . He was driving towards his college when he saw ishita standing on her stop but he didn't stopped and was still driving when she waved her hand and ran to him . He pressed the break in jiffy and shouted "do someone come like this in front ,marna hai kya ". She opened the door,settled in passenger seat and shouted " pagal hai kya , itni badi main dikhaai nahi de rahi kya ". R- I saw you but didn't stopped . I- why ? R- you go with abhi na ,I thought you are waiting for him . I- no re ,he is not going to college today. R- why ? I- he has to go somewhere with his father that's why . R- ohh . Talking like this they reached their college . He parked his car and both walked towards their group which consist of Romi & mihika , mihir & Rinky , Abhi & ishita and Raman . Boys were friends from many days while girls had joined their group because of their respective boyfriends . As Raman was bit plum and nerdy ,no girl want to be his girl beside being rich. At first he felt bad but now he is ok ,his friends too use to call him mote and fatty but now he is habituated with it and take it lightly. Soon the classes started and all went to attend their class . It was in the mid of class when ishita heard a beep on her phone indicating that she has received a WhatsApp message ,she took her phone and opened it . It was from the new girl their group shagun. Though shagun was not in their class but she was rinky's friend and being a new girl ,Rinky introduced her into their group.All welcomed her wholeheartedly except ishita ,as she has noticed abhi around shagun from the day they had met . They had some fight too but every time abhi make her understand saying she is misunderstanding them ,they are just friends and she being his girlfriend always get convinced to him . Ishita made a dirty fave and spoke " is shagun ne mujhe kya bheja hai ". Saying so she opened the pic and got shocked ,seeing shagun and abhi pic together . Raman didn't noticed this as he was busy in the lecture ,ishita waited for the lecture to complete . After the lecture end ,she went out and called abhi ,only to know that he no more wanted to continue their relationship as he like shagun more ,. Today they went on date and he had proposed shsgun , she has also accepted his proposal and now they are couple while he is breaking up with ishita. She was shocked listening to this , she felt her legs giving up . Ishita sat on the grass while tears started flowing from her eyes , she wiped them again and again but they were unstoppable ,she folded her legs to her chest and broke into tears ,hiding her face there . After sometimes ,she was still sobbing when she felt a hold on her shoulder . She raised her face and saw it was Raman , he got surprised seeing her crying . He scooped her face in his hand and asked softly " hey ishu why are you crying baby ,kya hua ." Ishita hugged Raman and cried even more ,he asked again " ishita you are scaring me ,bol na kya hua . meri jhaansi ki raani , ,you always stood by me ,whenever I needed you .and you are not even sharing your problem ,bata na." I(still sobbing )- that idiot abhi broke with me ,he ditched me . R-(shocked )- kya . I- humm , he ditched me for that shagun ,they are on date and he lied to me . R- what are you saying yaar , how can he do that . I- usne kiya aisa ,I loved him ,I loved him truly with all my sincerity and he cheated me . R- I always told you ,there is something fishy between them but you always trusted him madly ,ab dekh kya kiya us idiot ne . I- ab main kya karoon , I love him so much . R- arey pagal hai kya , he don't deserve you ,tu ek kaam mar ,you too try to forget him and try to concentrate on your studies . I- tere liye sab kuch kitna easy hai na ,because you don't have any girlfriend that's why . R- haan to mujhe in sab mein padna bhi nahi hai ,I m happy alone . you know earlier I too felt bad but when I see you people ,I feel good that I don't have any problem like this . Ishita hit him and spoke " you are so mean raman ,here I m sad and crying and you instead of consoling me talking like this ." R- then what should I do ,Maine tujhe bola forget him but you want to cry for him . what else I should do . I- at least console me , pamper me ,ice cream to kam se kam khila de . R- that I can do ,even I had a nice plan if you want that cheater back .but I will suggest you to let him go. . I- tu bol . R- kyaaa? I- idea ,I want him back ,I love him so much . R- you too don't go behind him ,try to ignore him which will be against his expectation . if you want you can flirt with some nice guy ,fir dekhna he will come back to you ,out of jealously . He must be thinking that you will be crying and will beg in front of him but you do vice versa ,he will surely come back to you. . I- that sounds nice but who will pretend with me . if I will flirt with anyone ,he will start expecting and I don't want to hurt anyone ,main us shagun aur abhi ki tarah nahi hoon . R- then leave this idea ,just be careless. tu ek kaam kar ,you spend much time with me , we will not take advantage of each other and as I know you are pretending main hurt bhi nahi hounga . I- that sounds nice . Saying so they planned everything and decided to ignore and make abhi jealous . Shot 2 Next morning as decided ,Raman went to ishita's house to pick her and both reached the college . Ishita got down and waited for Raman to park the car . Soon he was done ,both reached to their group soon where romika and minky were standing along with abhi and shagun . Ishita stopped on their sight ,Raman noticed it ,he held ishita's hand and spoke slowly " ishita yaad hai na ,humne kya decide kiya hai ". I- Raman mujhse nahi hoga ,main ja kar ke us shagun ka muh todh doongi abhi ,how shamelessly she is laughing at me . R- why only shagun ,won't you tell anything about your abhi . I- use to main maar hi daalungi ,but I can't pretend . main abhi jaa kar use batati hoon . R- to mat kar na ,rather try to forget this cheater abhi. see him ,he don't have a bit of guilt on his face aur tu mari jaa rahi hai us cheater ke liye . and what you will end whom you will teach ,see your abhi's hands ,how protectively, he is holding shagun as if someone will take her away . I- aise mat bol na Raman , I actually love him yaar ,you know I didn't even slept whole night . R- to kya kiya ,us cheater ke naam ki maala japi . I- dekh Raman if you don't want to help me then don't pretend but don't tell anything against my abhi . R- you know till now I had listened that love is blind ,aaj dekh bhi liya .I m going to call uncle and tell him to choose a nice alliance for you . I- alliance ,from where does this come ,alliance ka kya karna hai Maine . R- shaadi karni hai madam ,ek achcha ladke dekh kar shaadi kar le ,you will be at peace . I- I will be at peace or you will be at peace .you go from here ,I don't want your help . She said pushing him and started going towards their classroom ,while Raman too followed her manofying her ,making it look like a boyfriend is wooing his girlfriend . Shagun made a confused face and thought " I snatched her boyfriend to make her jealous but seems she is not bothered about it rather enjoying with that motu Raman". Thinking so she spoke ,signalling towards ishra " Abhi this Ishita was your girlfriend na ". A- humm . S- lagta to nahi hai . A-why are you saying this ? S- see her ,yesterday you ditched her but instead of crying and being sad ,she is enjoying with that fatty . She spoke making abhi realize that he hadn't meet ishita after their breakup . Thinking so he thought to meet Ishita and he too was going behind ishra when shagun stopped him and spoke " where are you going abhi ".. A- just going to meet ishita , she must be very upset ,I wanna make her understand that I we two are more compatible then me and her .She must be disheartened and sad ,may be not lovers but we can be friends na . S- are you mad ,main us Ishita se friendship ,kabhi bhi nahi .I don't like her . A- why ? S- because ,because haan because you were away from me for so many days because of her only ,either I had started liking you from the day I came to this college but she had tagged you as hers that's why I hate her . A- I m a thing that she has tagged me .I too had my likes and dislikes ,now I like you and feel more comfortable and perfect with you . ok as you say ,I will not talk to her ,but you don't feel bad . S- thanks . Saying so she gave a quick peck on his lips and left from there ,one thing which ishita hadn't done yet because she don't like PDA while abhi was wanted to do that as all holding hands ,hanging on each other ,pecking on cheeks and lips are quite common in the campus but ishita was not very much comfortable with these . it was one of the habit of ishita which always irked him but shagun was not like she was openly flaunting herself with him ,though she was junior to them . Soon both moved to their respective classrooms . Abhi entered the classroom and found ishra busy in discussing something ,though ishra were just pretending as it was by planning ,but they looked way too much into each other which didn't go very nicely with abhi . He walked to ishra and spoke " I was preparing myself to apologize to you thinking you must be sad and crying but seems you don't care and is looking very happy with this fatty. " Ishita saw him ,her eyes become teary ,Raman saw her state and thought that she will burst out anytime ,thinking so he got up and spoke " why do you think that she will cry for you . tumne saaf saaf kah diya that you are done with her ,then what she is suppose to do ,wo royegi to tu waapas aa jaayega kya ". A- I m not talking to you but my girlfriend . R- correction ,ex girlfriend . I think you forget ,you ditched her yesterday only . A- yeah I ditched her ,tujhe kyun itni mirchi lag rahi hai rather you should be happy that you are getting chance to sit beside her warna mere rahte ,had you ever got chance to sit beside her. tujhe chance mila hai na to kar chance pe dance . R- I m not doing any chance pe dance rather just supporting her as you left her in mid . A- in mid what do you mean by that ,we are in college dude ,college mein sirf passing affairs hotein hain na ki life time , ishita I m sorry darling if you are feeling bad ,but jaaneman you know how I m shagun is giving me rooms which you never allowed me ,sirf pyaar se relationship nahi chalta ,it demands more and shagun is open . R-(getting angry )- how dare you ,how cheap you can be ,how can you even talk about this to a girl . A- tu chup rah be motu why are you poking your nose between us ... They were still talking when the professor entered the class and all settled in their places . Though ishita didn't get much of the boys talk but she started crying as the thing that her relationship with abhi is over was clear with their talk .Raman held ishita's hands and signalled her not to cry ,she nodded but continued sobbing silently long ,then finally she forget after long and concentrated in studies while she noticed Raman glaring abhi all the time making a disgusting face .Ishita was eagerly waiting for the period to end and she can ask about his and abhi's talk .Finally period ended, ishita turned to Raman and asked " ab bolo". R(confused )- kya ? I- what you two were talking . R- who two ? I- jab marega na tab pata chalega ,what you and abhi were talking .? R- you leave that ,tu bas itna samajh ki he is not a nice guy and try to forget him . Shot 3 R- I told you na, Abhi is not a nice guy , tu bhool ja use and try to concentrate of studies , ye pyaar vyaar mein kuch nahi rakha hai . I- ok will do as per your pravachan but at first you tell me what you guys were talking . R- were we talking in French? I- nahi to , it was English only . R- to dhakkan, usme kya hai no tu nahi samjhi . I-what that relationship demands more and shagun is open . R- you didn't understand that . She shook her head negatively while Raman smiled and spoke " that's why I call you dhakkan , sweety if you don't understand these all then why do you get involved in these . Ishita made a dirty face and spoke glaring him " Raman are you going to tell everything clearly or should I punch you hard ". R- arey baap 're, main to darr gaya (laughing hard)- tu mujhe punch karegi, had you seen me and yourself , mujhse aadhi se bhi kam hai tu and you will punch me . I- Irritate mat kar , bol na what's it . R- he was talking about getting physical . I-what?. R- humm more means kissing and getting physical . I- iski to main, seriously I m so dumb , didn't understand his intentions , even though he had tried to get closer to me but I thought it was just heat of moment and ignored . don't know that he is doing everything intentionally .Che how stupid I m . R-you mean to say , you people gone close to each other. I- no don't know what's it but though Abhi was my boyfriend , I was never so comfortable with him . His way of holding me and touching , I never liked it , now I m understanding , why I was uncomfortable. R-chal chod , now forget him and try to concentrate on studies . I- wo, to main karoongi hi but before that , I need to teach him a nice lesson, bada aaya, I was a passing affair. Saying so she went from there in search of Abhi while Raman chased her and spoke" ishita stop ,Maine bola na ruk ." I- no I will not ,main teri tarah coward nahi hoon . how can you be silent after listening such bad thing about me ,chee. R- arey Ishita listen na ,baat ko badhaane ka kya faayda . Ishita was searching abhi while Raman was convincing her ,running behind her ,that's when she spotted Abhi and shagun. She walked to them ,turned abhi to him ,gave a hard slap on his cheek and spoke " kya bola tune ,I was a passing affair , I was not open , you looser, you are not suitable for me . you know you deserve this cheapster shagun only . PDA chahiye na , so when you bed her ,to uska video bana kar viral kar dena ,why only you everybody will enjoy it ". Saying so she held Raman's hand and went from there ,while shagun and abhi saw ishita will anger filled eyes . Abhi spoke " I will not spare her ,how dare she hit me ". S- what attitude she has , why didn't you hit her back . A-not like this , now I will answer her nicely, just wait and watch . On the other hand ishita was drinking cold drink in canteen to cool her anger whike Raman was scolding her for hitting Abhi" tu pagal hai Kya, why did you hit him ". I-what I told you na I m not coward like you , he told bad about me so I too slapped him . R-but he spoke to me while you slapped him in public what if he will try to harm you . I- you are there na, you be with me . R-I m there but from now you too have to be careful . I- I m careful , you don't worry much Like this they talk for sometimes then left for their class while abhi and his friends has started keeping eyes on ishra . From next day ishra started spending more time with each other, Raman has found a lovely friend in ishita while she too got a caring friend .ishita felt safe with him while he was loving her presence around him . Slowly ishita started liking his nature over his look Raman has stopped himself to think anything for ishita as he considers that they are not compatible in any sense. One day it was a common friend birthday and he had called ishra along with Abhi, shagun and their other classmates. Ishita was not ready as it was a late night party but Raman assured her parents that he will be ishita . Amma trust Raman a lot, though he was not perfect look wise but ishita's parents like him much because of his soft behaviour. On the other hand Abhi has something bad in his mind to ruin ishra friendship. Ishra got ready and reached the venue at the decided time . They were having a nice time with their friends while abhi wrote two chits and instructed the waiter to give it to ishra . The waited did same , ishita saw the chit and got confused , she saw Raman's name in it and thought why he is giving her chit when they are in same party and looked for Raman but he was nowhere . She got confused and thought may be he wants to talk something so he is calling her in terrace on the other hand Raman read the chit , it was someone informing him that Abhi has hired some boys to kidnap ishita . And Raman went out to check those boys while ishita went to the room and opened it . She was the room with very dim light while noticed Raman standing near the window , she called his name many times and spoke " Hey Raman what happened why did you call me here , party to neeche hai ". R-will tell you at first you come inside. I- no pahle tum bataao . R-arey come na yaar , you are mistrusting me . I- no nothing like that but why are you standing in dark . R-because I wanna say something to you , actually about my feelings to you ishita . I- your feeling , what feelings .? She was about to enter the room when she received Raman's call , she got confused and saw the call then the person standing in front of him . She immediately understood that there is something wrong and picked the call going out of the room . I-hello . R-ishita tu kahaan hai , th theek to hai na . I-haan , nahi ...but where are you . R - ishita you please don't come out of the party hall wahin rehna, it's a trap . I- ok ok .butI m so scared, you please come soon , why are you panting so much. Before he would answer she heard his scream and the phone got disconnected . She was going downstairs when a strong pair of arms held her and spoke " where are you going , that Abhi told me that you will be mind tonight ". Ishita saw a fat man like Raman's physic was holding her , she got to know everything and bite the man on his hand , he winced in pain and left ishita while she freed herself and ran down . She reached the party hall and told his friends that Raman is in danger , they all ran out and saw some men beating Raman while he was fighting with them with all his might . Soon the boys helped Raman and those men ran away while ishra ran to Raman and hugged him tight. He cupped her face and asked " ishita are you alright ". I- humm , main theek hoon but why are you fighting with these men. R-they had come to kidnap you . Ishita told that it was just a trap to stop him to save her and told about the other trap of hotel room . Till now Raman has stopped himself a lot whenever Abhi mocked or insulted him but today he went too far . He went to Abhi and beat him blue black , he even clutched his neck and was strangling it when ishita stopped him . Raman warned Abhi to come near ishita or plan against them either this time he is leaving him next time he won't forgive . Last part Days started passing ishra friendship has become more strong , they had come more closer but neighter of them ever thought or tried to take their relationship further. Their exams has completed and Raman has started going to office while ishita was waiting for results, sitting in home itself . It was Saturday,today Raman had not gone to office as today is his leave . They only work for five days in a week,Raman thought to spend the day with ishita , they had even planned much things for the days. Raman informed toshiji about their plan and went to meet ishita . He stopped in front of her house and pressed the horn , soon ishita showed up and called Raman inside . He went to his home and she called him in , he settled in the couch while she brought coffee for him . He started having coffee when ishita spoke " Raman I wanna show you something. " R- Kya? I- wait . Saying so she went inside and came with a photograph .She showed it to him and spoke "Raman see this " R- what ? I- (showing a boys pic)- how is he ? R- at first tell me who is he , tera bhai vaai hai . I- noways,this is not my brother but Amma, appa has chosen this boy for me . Bol na kaisa hai . Raman looked at ishita for sometimes while she was all busy in looking the picture, he took the pic and spoke seeing the pic nicely " he is nice and handsome , fit bhi dikh raha , you can go for him ." I- achcha hai na , I too liked him but thought to ask you once . R- that's nice , you can meet him . He spoke meekly while ishita was noticing his expression from cores of her eyes . He returned the pic to her and asked " I had planned much for today , tu mere saath aa rahi hai or you had some plan for him ". I- arey nahi , I don't know him yet . Chal kahaan chalna hai what you have planned . R- was thinking to do some shopping , then will have lunch in a nice restaurant then we will go for a long drive , then we will sit on our place (a bench beside a lake ) and spend sometimes together, talking random things. I- I m on for this , come let's go . Soon ishra were out , driving on the roads of Delhi , after sometimes they reach the mall and went inside . Raman asked " what first ladies or gents ". I- we should go in gents section as you have to do shopping , I don't have to much shopping . R- ok chal , I have to buy some business suits and formal cloths for office , papa was scolding me that I don't have office going cloths . Soon they were in men's shop choosing cloths for Raman . They picked some nice suit for Raman , he went to try them and found that they were small . Ishita spoke scolding him " motu can't you became bit fit , see no cloth is fitting you , I m pitying on the girl whom you will marry you, bechari dab jaayegi tere neeche". Raman saw at ishita and she was saying it seriously , he felt bad thinking she was very much ok with her marraige thing while ishita looked at him with teasing eyes but her expression changed instantly when she saw him but sad and asked " tumhe bura laga kya, I m so sorry Raman , sorry that i called you motu, aage se kuch nahi boolongi ". R- (composing himself )- arey nahi , aisa kuch nahi hai, you have all the rights on me , tu kuch bhi bula mujhe . I was just thinking " tu bhool to nahi jaayegi mujhe apni shaadi ke baad ". I- noways , you are my best friend , I can I forget you , you were the one who stood as a support system when I was all alone and broken after who's betrayal. Raman smiled listening to her while she hugged him tight , soon both completed their shopping , then had their lunch.After that they went to the lake side , sat there for much time, talked about random things, their school,college , job,life after marraige everything then they came back . Raman dropped ishita to her house , he met her parents also , Amma even asked about the boy too .Raman told that the boy is good looking and he will be perfect if he has a nice nature , Amma got happy and blessed Raman happily.After that Raman came home back . Days again started passing , though till now Raman hadn't thought anything about ishita but after listening about her marraige he was very restless, he knew very well that nothing can happen between them ever but still he was not feeling good . He don't know what's it but he was feeling too low thinking that ishita will go after her marraige. To stay away from her and suppress his emotions he stop meeting ishita while on the other hand ishita's marraige got fixed and one day when Raman reach house , he saw ishita and her parents were sitting in his house .He got bit surprised while Mr bhalla opened his arms and called him to himself . Raman went and sat beside his father while he spoke " puttar ishita's marraige has fixed and they had come to call us for ishita's engagement. " Raman gave a meek smile and asked" when is the engagement ". Appa- day after tomorrow . R- congrates ishita , uncle mujhse koi help chahiye then you can tell me . Appa- you just come to engagement that will be much . R- I will surely come . They spend some more time whike ishra too spend sometimes , whole the time ishita was noticing Raman's dull face and was asking the reason while he was not saying anything , then iyers left bhalla house , after inviting them again . On the day of engagement , toshiji brought a beautiful cream color sherwani with legroom and golden embroidery and told Raman to wear it , he saw the sherwani and spoke " ma I m not going to wear it , it's just so gorgeous, it's not mine but ishita's engagement, main hi dulha lagoonga". T- haan to tu Kya dulhe( groom) se kam hai Kya. R- arey ma samjho na, please I can't wear this . It's just so gorgeous . T- but I had brought it for you and you have to wear this only , either we are not going . R- ma please , I can't... T- koi nahi then we are not going . That's when ishita's phone buzzed, he picked the call and she asked " hey motu you hadn't come yet , come soon , I m waiting for you". R- coming, it's ma who is getting late . I- I don't know anything come asap. R- ok sweety . He hung the call whole toshiji showed him the sherwani and spoke " if you are wearing this then only we are going ". Raman nodded and spoke " ok you go I m just coming ". Toshiji smiled fully and went while Raman dressed up in the sherwani and get ready. The bhallas were on the way to iyer house after sometimes . They reached the iyer house , Mr and Mrs iyer welcome them wholeheartedly while Raman was looking for ishita . Amma saw him and spoke " you are searching for ishu na." Raman nodded while Amma informed that she is with her cousin and will be coming to the hall soon . Bhalla's were in hall , Mr iyer were introducing them to his relatives while Raman's eyes were on the entrance only from where ishita is suppose to come , that's when he saw ishita coming to the hall with some girls.He saw her thinking she will look at him but to his disappointment she didn't raised her eyes to see anything or anyone . Thats when Mr iyer walked to her hold her hand and climbed the stage with Amma. The trio reached the stage and Mr iyer took the mike. He took the mike and spoke " welcome ladies and gentlemen, I m glad that you all have come here to be a part of our happiness , so friends I m here to announce engagement of my daughter ishita iyer with her friend and Mr , Mrs bhalla son , Mr Raman Kumar bhalla . " He announced happily , Raman was shocked listening to this while Mr and Mrs bhalla dragged Raman towards the stage . He looked at them surprisingly whike ishita was calling him , forwarding her hands towards him . He was surprised knowing that ishita and his parents everyone knows it , they reached the stage and panditji started doing the puja of rings which both mother's gave . After that they forwarded rings to ishra , Ishita opened her finger and signalled him to make her wear ring , s He saw her with surprising eyes and slid the ring in her finger while ishita happily pulled out his finger and made him wear the ring. Their parents blessed them happily while the guest applauded for the couple . Soon all got busy in party whike Raman took ishita to a corner and asked " what's all this ,you had shown me pic of another boy, phir ye sab ". I- yeah I had shown you pic of another boy and even my marraige was getting fixed with him but in all these days when you were working and we couldn't meet , I was feeling too alone . The thought that our relationship will not be same after my marraige, made me more restless . I thought what's happening to me , after much thinking I concluded that it's my affection towards you and I had seen your face too that day . Finally after much thinking I decided that I have to marry you , I talked to Amma appa , at first they got a get but then they went to your house . Uncle and aunty , no mummyji and papa ji got ready instantly , aakhir itni achchi bahu jo mil rahi thi. Everything got decided but I thought to surprise you . Motu you were dying but can't you confess your love. " R-( smiling fully )- I was dying, who told you I- mummyji and papaji they told me about your state , you were being devdas , always engrossed in work , eat less , sleep less , not talking to anyone . R- ok khabri lal, you have all the news about me . He spoke coming closer to her,she blushed while he didn't stopped and captured her lips for a deep kiss , she too didn't resisted and responded fully, wounding her hands around his neck. THE END

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