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mitchsmarners · 5 years

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you’re the one who talks me down.

pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier [reddie] rating: explicit chapter warnings: drinking, internalized homophobia, explicit sexual content word count: 7,120 chapter count: 1 of ? summary: “It’s sort of like a game.” Eddie suddenly felt overwhelming bold. “When I... When I watch your show. I would try to figure out what was you, and what was written for you. I think I did pretty much, especially now that I know you actually don’t write your own stuff.” Richie chuckled, but he continued to give Eddie a slightly confused look. “I thought you said you didn’t know me? How could you tell I didn’t write my own stuff?”

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“So my ex-girlfriend caught me masturbating to her friend’s Facebook page...”

Eddie rolled his eyes, scoffing, but he didn’t turn the radio off. It wasn’t to say that Eddie was obsessed with this guy. Eddie wasn’t the type to follow celebrities or even really care, and this guy... he wasn’t even a real celebrity. He was just some random guy who does stand up on cable television. He wasn’t even that funny, he was vulgar and sometimes it seemed like even he didn’t enjoy his own jokes. Something about the guy called to Eddie, drew him in and he couldn’t help himself from watching every time his trashy show came on the TV.

Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier. Whenever somebody asked him, he didn’t have an answer to why he liked him so much. Nothing about his act was Eddie’s style, or something he’d enjoy. Outside of Eddie, his own girlfriend was the only person who knew that Eddie watched the show- and she expressed her displeasure about it every time.

Oh, Eddie bear, you shouldn’t watch such things! The language is just terrible, the jokes aren’t funny! We should watch something much better, this isn’t a good show, Eddie, Eddie can we please put on something else? I hate this show!

Eddie sometimes thought that Myra hated it so much because Eddie loved it, and she feared that. Truthfully, her hatred of it only served to make Eddie want to watch it more. And somehow, it became a thing for him. Watching this terrible comedy show, seeing if it would ever get a laugh out of him. And sometimes... sometimes it did. Sometimes the Trashmouthed comedian would hit a joke just right, and Eddie wouldn’t be able to stop laughing. The kind of laugh that put an ache in his chest, a kind of laughter that he didn’t think he’d felt anywhere before. At least not in a very long time. The laughter itself was familiar in a sense, but Eddie wasn’t sure where he’d laughed like that before. Certainly not any time in his memory.

Myra was waiting in Eddie’s apartment when he got home. They’d been together less than a year- nine months, Eddie told himself. Nine months together- but Myra had spent most of her time in Eddie’s apartment since they’d begun dating. She’d even started dropping hints that she thought that they should move in together officially- all things that Eddie had attempted to dodge that conversation whenever it had come up.

Nine months was too soon to think about moving in together. Way too soon.

“Hey, Myra.” Eddie tossed his car keys onto the table. Eddie’s apartment was small, the perfect size he needed for himself. A bedroom, a bathroom and joined living room/kitchen. There was a laundry room downstairs and the laundry card was included with rent. His bedroom even had a window, even if it was just the view of a back alley and garbage bins. “How was your day?”

Because Eddie asked her about her day, even when Eddie knew she sat around his apartment all day doing nothing. In the last nine months, Myra had worked less and less until Eddie couldn’t remember the last time she’d worked. Couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her leave the apartment that wasn’t with him.

“You’re late.” Myra replied, and Eddie cringed. He turned around, preparing himself for the wide, puppy eyed look his girlfriend would be giving him. Sure enough, she was putting on the full show right down to the trembling bottom lip. “You said you would be home at 4:30.”

It was only 4:45, but Eddie knew better than to argue. “I know, honey, I’m so sorry. My last charge went late, they had a big route. I had to drive around nearly the whole city, then back again. I thought I’d be home by 4:30 this morning, but things came up. I’m sorry.”

“What if I had prepared a dinner for you, Eddie?” Myra asked. “It would’ve been sitting here, getting cold!”

Myra had never made Eddie dinner once in their entire relationship. She always insisted that Eddie take her out for dinner or otherwise Eddie cooked. Which meant they went out for dinner a lot, because Eddie’s cooking skills had peaked at grilled cheese and assorted boxed pastas.

“Why would have had dinner at 4:30, Myra?” Eddie asked tiredly, running fingers through his hair. By the end of the day, his curls were always coming through. He tried to never draw attention to it because he knew Myra hated the curls- hated them the same way his mother had hated them while he was growing up. Hated how they made him look messy, anything else than perfectly put together.

Eddie didn’t always hate his curls, but he supposed it was easier to put them away and keep people happy rather than constantly fight against them. Everytime Eddie looked in the mirror before gelling his curls away, he got the oddest tug in his stomach. Some sort of vague memory that his brain couldn't touch. Then he’d slick the curls away, and the feelings would leave with them.

“Edward.” Myra said in that ugly, reprimanding tone that reminded Eddie so much of his mother that it made the hairs on his arms stand on end. “Don’t mess up your hair like that! It already looks so dirty when you get home. Take a shower and we can go out for dinner.”

“So, if you didn’t have dinner waiting then what are being you so pissy about?”

The words tumbled out of Eddie’s mouth before they’d touched his brain. His mouth just pushed them out without a single thought. Absolutely no regard for his self preservation, it almost felt like he wasn’t Eddie at all. But maybe he was. Maybe he was more Eddie than he’d been in a long time.

“You can’t talk to me like that! Eddie!” Myra burst into loud, messy sobs but Eddie saw then that not a single tear was dripping down her face. “You’re supposed to love me! You don’t talk to people you love like that!”

What about how you talk to me everyday? Eddie didn’t let the words leave his mouth this time, but it really fought against him. In his fight not to say the horrible thing, he said what was probably a much worse thing. “When did I say I loved you?”

The words dropped into the room but didn’t explode. The couple stood on either side of the room, just staring at one another. Eddie was half holding his breath, readying himself for the break down. It wouldn’t be the first time that Eddie had said something that set Myra off with a little thing he said- and this was a much, much worse thing.

When a single tear began to slip down Myra’s cheek, Eddie clenched his jaw and readied himself for the absolute worst.

“Eddie, how could say something like that to me?” Myra sobbed loudly, placing her hands over her eyes. Which was safe for them both, since Eddie immediately rolled his eyes at her voice. “How could you say that? Just because you’re tired doesn’t mean you can be so mean!”

“I wasn’t tired until I got home.” Eddie snapped. “So, maybe I should just go back out!”

Myra’s nostrils flared, and her fists clenched. Eddie backed up slightly, but clenched his jaw all the same. “Eddie. Go take a shower and we will go out for dinner. Then we can come home and go to bed, and we’ll both feel better in the morning.”

“I never feel better in the morning!” Eddie shouted. “It’s never better.”

The silence rang between for them a long time, Eddie’s chest heaving. Myra glowered deeply at him. “You’ve been listening to that disgusting comedian again, haven’t you? You always get like this after you’ve listened to him!”

Eddie stalled, the words clicking around inside his brain. Almost turning into a full thought. Almost, almost, almost. Why did Eddie feel like his whole life had been one big almost? His chest began to get very tight, and he found himself reaching for the inhaler in his pocket but he froze. Eddie didn’t need an inhaler, he just needed to get out of this building.

“I have to go.” Eddie said sharply, stumbling towards the door. He could hear Myra crying after him. “I have to go. I’m sorry. I can’t do this, I have to go.”

Myra followed him to the door of the apartment, but didn’t go any further. As Eddie knew she wouldn’t. Maybe it wasn’t exactly winning any argument, running away like that, but Eddie knew well enough that Myra would never chase him down.

Eddie ran all the way down the 15 flights of stairs to get from his apartment to the ground, and then made it all the way to his car before he realized that he’d left his car keys on the kitchen table.

Groaning, Eddie ran his fingers through the already messed up curls. It wasn’t the smartest idea to go wandering around the streets of New York when the sun was starting to set, but there was no way in hell Eddie was going back up into that apartment with his tail between his legs. Sure, it was his and he logically could just kick her out but something about going back in the first place just felt too much like admitted defeat. She wasn’t going to win this time.

Stuffing his hands into his back pockets, Eddie started his slow walk down the streets. He had no destination in mind, no plan at all. No destination, and nothing to be sure of when he got home either. Except that when he got there, Myra would be sitting up waiting for him.

So Eddie walked. He walked and he walked until he something finally caught his eye. A bright sign, pink and yellow. It certainly wasn’t the first light that Eddie had seen on his walk, there had been more and more as the sky had gotten dark. Hundreds of colourful signs, none meaning anything. But this one... this one brought Eddie to a pause.

It was a bar, which hadn’t been Eddie’s scene since college. He supposed he’d spent more of his first year of college in the campus bars than in any of his classes. It had many been the time of his life, freshly free from his mother and spending his nights with his tongue down the throats of random, different-

Eddie cringed, the back of his head almost started to ache. Like his whole brain was trying to claw its way free from his skull while he stared at this stupid, bright bar sign. He shouldn’t go in, logic told him.

Maybe Eddie Kaspbrak was fucking tired of logic, though.

The music in the bar was fucking horrible, that was the first thing Eddie noticed when he got inside. The next thing, of course, was the smell of sweat with a hint of sex, but that was to be expected. Eddie knew that smell, it was an old friend. Disgusting as it was, it was comforting. Freeing.

Eddie waved through the crowds of people towards the bar and sat down, pleasantly surprised when he found the stools twirled under his ass. Giggling to himself, Eddie turned the chair back around to the pretty bartender, who was watching him with a smile.

“Well there, sweetie.” She laughed. “Aren’t you just the cutest thing to walk through those doors all night. You better keep an eye on yourself, cutie, because they’re gonna be coming at you like flies to honey.”

Eddie chuckled a little awkwardly, ordering his drink. Vodka cranberry, something he hadn’t touched in almost five years. Now whenever Eddie indulged in any sort of drinking, it was a soft blush wine with his dinner. His mother had never approved of alcohol in the house growing up, and while Myra was a fan of wine herself, she was always quick to pass judgement on Eddie after more than glass.

Alcohol is bad for your health, Eddie bear! It will react poorly with your medication! You’re not supposed to drink when you’re taking medicine!

But Eddie was always taking medicine, he was sure he had been his whole life. Alcohol had never bothered it before, he doubted it was going to start now. Turning away, sipping his drink through the little black straw, Eddie finally got a look at the place around him. He couldn’t help himself from rolling his eyes. Of course this is where his feet would take him.

Girls up on one another, men kissing each other in corners. Eddie swallowed roughly, thinking on how his stomach should be turning but instead was it was flaring up with heat. He sipped a little more dedicatedly, thinking to himself about how he should be leaving. This isn’t where he was supposed to be because he wasn’t... he wasn’t...

“I’m sorry, but do I know you?”

Eddie’s heart pretty much fell out of his ass at the voice in his ear. He let out a small squeak and nearly ended up falling out of his bar stool. The man... oh god, the man... looked startled, reaching out quickly to help Eddie settle back in his seat.

“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, dude.” He laughed, running his hands through his hair. It was slightly greasy looking, and there was some sort of dark stain on his yellow shirt. It was gross and Eddie’s entire body felt overly hot.

“You’re.... you’re Richie Tozier.” Eddie gasped.

Richie Tozier’s eyes widened and he broke into a huge smile. “So we did know each other! I thought you looked fucking familiar-”

“No, no, we’ve never met.” Eddie quickly corrected him. “I just... I watch your show. That’s all. You don’t know me.”

Richie suddenly leaned away, eyes wide. “I’ve been coming to this bar once a month for nearly two years, and I’ve never been recognized before. Gay people.... don’t watch my shit, I don’t think. Or if they do, they don’t say anything because they don’t wanna talk to the not-funny guy.”

Eddie snorted.

Richie narrowed his eyes. “You know, if you watch my show that probably means you’ve got bad taste. I should probably leave right now.”

“You’re criticizing my taste for watching your shows, but they’re literally your shows.”

“I don’t write my own jokes.” Richie snickered, signalling to the bartender for a refill of his drink.

“I knew it! I fucking knew it!” Eddie cheered, pushing the straw away from his cup and chugging the rest of the drink. The bartender placed a new drink in front of them both, Richie nodding at her with a smile.

Richie laughed, and it felt like it tickled something at the back of Eddie’s mind.

“It’s sort of like a game.” Eddie suddenly felt overwhelming bold. “When I... When I watch your show. I would try to figure out what was you, and what was written for you. I think I did pretty well, especially now that I know you actually don’t write your own stuff.”

Richie chuckled, but he continued to give Eddie a slightly confused look. “I thought you said you didn’t know me? How could you tell I didn’t write my own stuff?”

Eddie felt himself blush and prayed it wasn’t noticeable under the darkness of the bar. “I don’t know, but I feel like I could just tell. When you were being yourself, and when you were being somebody you were pretending to be.”

Richie looked like he been clubbed over the back of the head, and Eddie frowned. Silence fell over them for a moment, conversation replaced with the mulling sounds from the bar behind them.

“Uhm,” Eddie cleared his throat awkwardly. He leaned in towards Richie, then quickly leaned away again. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, that's just...” Richie smiled with a look of disconnect. “Just reminded me of ... something.”

Eddie nodded as he picked up his drink and began to sip at it again. “So you said you come here once a month? I’ve never heard anything about you being gay.”

Richie scratched at his cheek as he chuckled. “Well, like I said... I don’t really get recognized here, because nobody here really knows anything about my show. So, this is a safe place for me. I can be whatever I want here.”

Eddie felt a weird mixture of discomfort and familiarity settle in his chest, and he nodded. “I guess you can’t really come out when all the jokes they make for you are about fucking women.”

Richie nodded, then shrugged a little bit. He tossed back his entire drink in one go. “That’s always been my thing. As a kid, before I told anybody, I made jokes about fucking women. I was balls deep in a chick from the age of eleven, if my stories are to be believed.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, I get that. It’s probably not easy to be out when you’re trying to be a big hot shot. Not that it’s working for you.”

“Hey.” Richie pointed at Eddie and waggled his eyebrows. “You can’t even talk, cutie. You knew who I was.”

Eddie groaned loudly as he twisted in his chair again. “Don’t call me cute.”

“I didn’t call you cute.” Richie said. “I called you cutie. There’s a very distinct difference.”

The beat of the music suddenly changed from something borderline country and annoying to something with a slicker beat, something that pulsed right in Eddie’s stomach. He shifted closer to Richie, his hand touching Richie’s where it was wrapped around his glass. “What’s the difference then?”

Richie blinked at him, his mouth opened slightly before he smirked. He leaned into Eddie’s space, facing inches apart. “The difference is you aren’t just cute- you’re fucking hot.”

Eddie gasped, his hands shook as he pushed forward. He cupped the back of Richie’s hair, tugged his face forward and kissed him harshly. He felt Richie gasp against his mouth, his hands came down and gripped Eddie’s thighs.

“Shit.” Richie mumbled against Eddie’s mouth as he squeezed Eddie’s thighs. “Who are you?”

“I’m the guy who’s about to make your night a fuck ton of a lot more interesting.” Eddie said as he yanked Richie back in for a rougher kiss. He pushed himself forward until he was out of his stool, standing above Richie and forcing his head back to kiss deeper.

Eddie had nearly climbed into Richie’s lap right there at the bar when Richie let out a rough laugh. “I’m as interested in exhibitionism as the next guy, but I think this might be a little much. I’m not looking to get arrested.”

Eddie let out a soft sigh and he dug his nails into Richie’s hair. He gave it a sharp, testing tug and Richie groaned. “Then take me somewhere else, Richie.”

Richie jumped to his feet, his chest collided with Eddie’s and nearly made him fall back into his seat. Richie’s hand gripped tight at Eddie’s and the next thing he knew, he was tugged through the crowds of drunk strangers and shoved into a bar bathroom stall.

“Fuck.” Eddie whimpered when Richie’s lips immediately connected to Eddie’s neck, hands pressed against the stall on either side of Eddie’s head. Eddie melted into him, hands curled tight in Richie’s hair, pushing his knees up to cage Richie in as much as he could without being wrapped around him completely.

Eddie felt Richie’s hard cock pressed against him through both their jeans and Eddie couldn’t hold back the moan that tumbled out from his lips. Richie grunted against him, his hips rolled forward and Eddie’s head smacked against the wall.

“Jesus fucking Christ.... Richie...” Eddie whimpered as he pulled on the curls. There was something inside of him that told him what he needed to do, it was such a natural process. His body knew Richie, what Richie wanted. He was too caught up in his own feelings to give it a second thought as he rubbed himself down against Richie’s leg.

“I don’t normally do this,” Eddie babbled. Richie let out a soft moan against Eddie’s neck, then tug his teeth into the skin. Eddie cried out, eyes closed tight. He shook his head against and moaned. “I… I don’t do this.. I don’t… You… I….”

“It’s okay,” Richie said. A hand made its way up Eddie’s shirt, blunt nails ran down his sides. Eddie gave a full body shudder.

“Shit, I-” Eddie was already further gone than he had ever been on the rare occasions that he and Myra had had sex. This was leagues different, something Eddie hadn’t felt in so long he couldn’t remember the last time it had happened for him. Sure as hell not like this.

“This is so good, you’re so good, why is this so good…” Eddie openly whimpered against Richie’s ear, prompting Richie’s nails to dig into his skin deeper. Eddie let out a small, almost pitiful whine at the bite of pain.

Richie’s hand pressed against Eddie’s cheek, pressing his finger tips into the skin. “Shhh…” Richie whispered before sucking a small mark against Eddie’s collar bone. “You’re being too loud. Do you want somebody to hear you?”

Eddie moaned.

He felt Richie’s teeth graze against his skin before a huff of breath that could only be a laugh ghosted over him. “You do, don’t you? Got a kink there? Wanna get caught? Want people to see you like this?”

Eddie bucked against Richie, back arched and eyes squeezed shut. “You’re not fucking me in a bathroom stall. There’s too many fucking germs. I’m not getting some nasty diseases for a little dick.”

“Trust me, baby. It’s not little.” Richie whispered.

Eddie groaned, very much not out of pleasure and Richie pulled back. His brow was furrowed and a ghost of a smile sat on his face. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, and Eddie’s breath caught.

“So, what do you want to do?” Richie asked, hips pulsing up against Eddie’s.

Eddie choked out a moan. “You got an apartment?”

“I got a hotel room.” Richie said with a twinkle in his eyes.

“That fucking works.”

The cab ride back to Richie’s hotel room was oddly PG. Eddie could feel the nerves coming off of him, the risk of being seen, the risk of somebody knowing. Eddie supposed that he should have felt the same- the amount of people in this city that knew him, that had no idea about who he was, what he wanted- the risk was huge. But something about this- something about Richie fucking Tozier- took away any of the nerves he knew he should have been been feeling.

Eddie reached out and squeezed at Richie’s hand. Richie turned him and smiled. He gave him a short nod as they exited the cab, immediately dropping hands. They moved quickly through the hotel lobby and kept their distance from one another until Richie unlocked his room and they slipped inside.

Eddie was on him in a second. He backed Richie up against the door and yanked his shirt from his body. Eddie dropped forward, fingers pushed under Richie’s waist band, while he dropped open mouthed kisses all over his chest.

Richie moaned and pushed his hand into Eddie’s hair. Not pulling like Eddie had done earlier, but softly pushing the flop of hair out of Eddie’s face.

“God,” Richie sighed, the veins in his neck tensing out as Eddie sucked at the skin of his chest. “I fucking love those curls, god damn.”

Eddie’s heart stuttered, and his hips followed the motion. His hands rushed out and he yanked Richie’s jeans open and shoved them down his legs. Eddie’s breath hitched at the sight of Richie’s cock through some questionably patterned underwear, and he ducked forward to mouth at it through the fabric.

Richie tossed his head backwards, the smacking noise it made against the door ringing through the empty hotel room. Eddie chuckled against Richie’s cock then pressed his tongue against covered head.

“Can you…” Richie moaned as he stuffed his hand against his mouth. He dropped his hand and rested both in Eddie’s hair. “Please.”

Eddie froze, hands half-way pulling Richie free. He looked up at him through his lashes, and grinned. “It’s Eddie. By the way.”

Richie laughed and rubbed his fingers against Eddie’s scalp. Eddie hummed, eyes closed lightly. “Fuck. Thank you, I really didn’t wanna fucking ask you that now.”

Eddie reached into Richie’s underwear, and pulled his cock free. He couldn’t help the small moan that escaped him at the sight, and he refused to glance up and look at the smirk that he knew was on Richie’s face,

Richie made his amusement clear either way, of course. “See something you like?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Eddie said seriously. “Or you can take care of this yourself.”

One of Richie’s hands dropped from Eddie’s hair to wrap around his own cock. He slowly stroked himself, stopping as he reached where Eddie’s hand was still wrapped around him. Eddie felt a weak noise get punched out of him as he watched Richie tease himself in his face.

“Is that what you want me to do?” Richie asked him in a low voice.

Eddie exhaled heavily before batting Richie’s hand away. He rested Richie’s cock in his open mouth and rubbed his tongue against the sensitive head. Richie’s exhale was long and shaky as his hands came down and rested on Eddie’s shoulders.

“Fuck, Eddie. Please.” Richie said, hands tensed into Eddie’s shoulders.

Eddie took as much of Richie’s length into his mouth as he could manage in one go, almost impressed by how much he was able to fit. He’d known going into this that, of course, it wasn’t his first time with a dick in his mouth but he’d assumed that it would be slow moving for him. And yet… he rocked back into it like he was born to be doing it.

“Holy shit… Eds….”

Something about that unexpected nickname spilling from Richie’s mouth broke some sort of dam inside Eddie that he hadn’t noticed was holding him back. Eddie took a deep breath and swallowed Richie down, feeling his cock pressed against the back of his throat for a moment. He brought his hand up and cupped Richie’s balls, not quite a massage but a tease at the potential.

Richie whimpered- actually whimpered- as he gave shallow thrusts into Eddie’s mouth. He began to let out a steady stream of whispered curses, hands gripped tight on Eddie’s shoulders.

“Oh, fuck, Eddie…” Richie groaned. “If you don’t stop this is going to be over way too fucking quick, Eddie… Eds, fuck…..”

Eddie sighed happily and he leaned backward, stripping Richie’s cock in front of his face. Richie stared down at Eddie, mouth hung open and pupils so dilated Eddie couldn’t tell where the brown began anymore.

“I’m gonna cum….” Richie almost coughed out as he took his cock from Eddie’s grip. He rested against the door as he caught his breath. Eddie felt like his body was on fire as he ripped his own jeans open and shoved his hand inside. As he palmed at his aching cock, he dropped forward and rested his head against Richie’s shin. He mouthed at Richie’s clothed length as he rocked into his own hand.

He was suddenly on his back as Richie dropped to his knees above him. He pulled Eddie’s hands out of his pants before he crawled forward and straddled Eddie’s hips. Eddie stared up at him, more than a little dazed. He couldn’t imagine how wrecked he must have looked in that moment, laid out on Richie’s hotel room floor, clothed hard on pushed through the opening of his jeans and shirt riding up to expose his stomach.

Richie’s eyes raked over Eddie, mouth open and eyes blown wide. He rubbed his hands up Eddie’s chest, caught the hem of his shirt and pulled it over Eddie’s head. He let out a small moan as he looked over Eddie’s bare torso, hands rested on the heated skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Eds.”

Eddie’s eyes rolled back in his head as Richie began to map out Eddie’s chest with his lips. He lapped against Eddie’s nipple. He sucked it into his mouth as he began to rut his hips upwards against Eddie’s.

Eddie moaned and grabbed at Richie’s back. “Holy shit, fucking hell… Why are we on the floor? Is your act so bad you can’t afford a hotel room with a fucking bed?”

Richie pulled back, sat perfectly on top of Eddie’s throbbing cock. “Do you always complain this much?”

Eddie shrugged one shoulder. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

Richie laughed as he leaned down to kiss him. He cupped Eddie’s cheeks with both hands while he kissed him almost too slowly and sweetly for what Eddie felt like this was. Eddie shoved at Richie’s chest, kissed his neck once gently then smiled up at him. “Bed, please.”

“You say please… yet it still sounds like a demand.” Richie said with a smirk while he grabbed Eddie underneath his thighs and scooped him up. Eddie’s arm wrapped around Richie’s neck, face pressed against Richie’s neck to hide his smile.

Richie tossed Eddie onto the bed and he pushed himself backwards against the pillows as he watched Richie rip his jeans and underwear off. His cock slapped up against his stomach but Eddie barely had a moment to be shook before Richie dropped down onto the bed and crawled over him.

Richie shoved at Eddie’s underwear, breathing heavily in Eddie’s ears as he freed him. They pressed together, bare skin everywhere and for a moment Eddie thought…. Have we done this before?

Richie pulled back with a long blink, mouth open as though he were going to speak. Going to mention the feeling that had rocked through them both. The recognition.

Eddie didn’t want to talk about it. He grabbed Richie by the neck and yanked him back down, kissing him hard and fast. It took Richie less than a second to get back into it, kissing Eddie in an almost frantic fashion. Eddie tugged at Richie’s curls as Richie rocked their bare cocks together.

“Fuck, please….” Eddie moaned and wrapped his legs around Richie’s waist. He held him close, arms tight around Richie’s shoulders. Eddie shook around him while Richie pressed feather light kisses to his neck, where Eddie already knew there were bruises.

“Hey, listen…” Richie whispered in his ear. “We don’t have to do anything. I’m not one of those gross celebrity assholes… you can leave right now if that’s what you want.”

Eddie rubbed his thumb along Richie’s jaw. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

Richie rocked softly against Eddie, their dicks sliding together, smooth with precum. Eddie whimpered, practically clawing at Richie’s back. He wondered for a fleeting moment if he was leaving scratches but pushed the thought away when Richie’s cock pressed against his just perfectly.

“Richie… Richie, I want you to fuck me.” Eddie cried out. “Do you have lube? A condom?”

“No, Eddie.” Richie deadpanned. “I went to a gay bar with absolutely no lube or condoms in my possession. I like living on the edge.”

Eddie chuckled and he dropped his head forward to rest on Richie’s chest. “Alright, alright, asshole. Just wanted to be sure. I haven’t… I haven’t done anything like this in a really long time.”

“What, are you like a virgin?” Richie chuckled, then immediately sobered. “Uh, that’s cool if you are. We can go slow…. Or we can just not, I mean, we don’t have to.”

“I’m not a fucking virgin!” Eddie snapped. “I lost my virginity when I was…” Eddie trailed off, frowning, unable to remember his first time. He’d been young, high school, he knew that but everything else, everything about it was blank. Just… gone. “I’m not a virgin.”

Richie leaned in, kissing him softly. Eddie ignored the butterflies he felt as Richie pulled away. “I’m going to get everything we need... If you’re sure.”

Eddie grabbed Richie face and pulled him down, nose touching but lips not. “Stop fucking asking me if I’m sure.”

“Consent is key, Eds.”

Why does he keep calling me that? Eddie thought as he watched Richie jump from the end of the bed and ruffle through his suitcase on the floor. And why do I feel like it’s important?

Richie launched himself back onto the bed, on his knees, his cock bobbing up and slapping him the stomach as he bounced. Eddie pressed his lips together to keep from laughing but Richie was already giggling as he crawled back over Eddie’s body.

“I’m sorry,” he laughed. “That was probably so not sexy at all.”

Eddie looped his arms around Richie’s shoulders. “It wasn’t.” Eddie pulled Richie down on top of him, kissing him slowly once. “But that’s okay. I’ll let you fuck me anyway.”

“Somebody must be gagging for it…” Richie sighed and squeezed the weight on Eddie’s hips. “How long has it been since you got a good dickin’?”

“I don’t know…” Eddie said honestly, head tilted back as Richie started stroking his cock slowly. “I… I fooled around in college, and there was.. Fuck… I think there was somebody important in high school but… I.. I had a girlfriend…”

Richie slowed his hand and looked slightly at Eddie. “Are you bi?”

Eddie closed his eyes, licked his lips. “No.” He said firmly. “I’m not. I never have been.”

Richie gave Eddie a sad smile before he slid down Eddie’s body, occasionally pressing a kiss to the skin as he moved down. He pushed Eddie’s thighs apart, and leaned in to suck a mark where Eddie’s thighs met his ass. Eddie shook, let out a whimper. “Please…”

Richie popped the bottle of lube opened and looked up at Eddie through his lashes. “Are you sure about this? Because it could be uncomfy… especially if you haven’t done this in a while and-”

“Richie.” Eddie sighed in frustration. “Just stick your fingers in me! This isn’t my first rodeo!”

Richie looked up at him for a moment before he raised his brow and chuckled. “Well, yeehaw.”

“Oh my God, never fucking mind. Do not fucking touch me.” Eddie cried as he kicked Richie lightly in the side of the head with his socked foot. Richie laughed, biting at Eddie’s calf. Eddie let out a loud shriek of a giggle, feet kicking at Richie’s face. “Go away you dirty kinky cowboy!!”

Richie flopped down on top of Eddie, chest to chest, and Eddie sighed. His arms wrapped around Richie’s back as he held Richie to him despite his own protests.

Richie kissed Eddie’s cheek. “We’re backtracking. I’m officially further away from having my fingers in your ass.”

Eddie grabbed Richie’s face and yanked him down, pressing his fingers against Richie’s jaw and forced his mouth open. He kissed him, hard and messy. It was all teeth and tongue and fucking spit… it should have been disgusting, but Eddie’s heart was almost yearning for something. For more. For exactly this always.

Their hips were rocking together again, and Eddie felt his orgasm building way too quick. Eddie dug his nails into the back of Richie’s neck and pulled away, panting. “Okay, you need to fuck me because I’m literally going to cum and you haven’t done shit to earn it.”

He expected Richie to laugh, but Richie just cocked a brow. He dove down Eddie’s body, and licked slowly up the length of Eddie’s cock. It twitched for attention as Richie pulled back, but Eddie only barely had the chance to slap a hand over his mouth to smother his whining as Richie began to mouth at his balls.

“Fuck……” Eddie moaned loudly and deeply as Richie began to rub his fingers over Eddie’s hole. Eddie’s thighs shook on either side of Richie’s head, and his stomach half-caved in with the weight of his breathing. “It’s like you… it’s like you know…”

Richie chuckled against Eddie’s skin before he pressed soft kisses to Eddie’s leaking cock, slowly working Eddie open with one finger. Eddie let out small, broken moans that grew louder and higher as Richie added a second finger and scissored them apart.

Richie sucked kisses to Eddie’s stomach, around his cock but he never put his mouth where Eddie longed for it. Eddie rolled his hips down onto Richie’s hand, letting out a deep groan from the back of his throat when Richie finally jabbed three fingers into him.

“Rich, come on, fuck me.” Eddie grabbed at Richie’s hair, tugged upwards. Richie hissed and bit down on Eddie’s hip. “Fuck me.”

“I’ll fuck you when you’re ready.” Richie growled. He grabbed the bottle of lube from beside him and squeezed out what seemed like entirely too much lube into his free hand. Eddie cringed as Richie brought the hand closer to him, but he moaned as Richie rubbed it around his still pulsing fingers.

“Richie, I’m fucking serious…” Eddie whimpered as rode Richie’s fingers for all they were worth. The heat in his stomach was almost unbearable, threatened to swallow him up and cause him to burst into flames. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I could realistically die.”

Richie looked up, one brow raised. “What a way to go though….”

“Get your dick in me.” Eddie cried as he rolled his hips down frantically. Richie let out a soft little chuckle as he pulled his fingers free too quickly. Eddie choked out a moan at the sudden loss. He slapped his hands over his face, palms dug into his eyes until he saw stars. He felt Richie’s hands wrap around his wrists and pull them away. He frowned at down at Eddie, eyes soft. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Eddie nodded. He gave Richie a weak smile, and wrapped his legs around Richie’s waist. Pulled him in close, right on top of him. He bit at Richie’s bottom lip, gave it a tug. “I’ll be great if you fuck me good.”

“Oh, trust me, Eds.” Richie chuckled. He grabbed the condom he’d rested beside them, ripped it open with his teeth, and slid it on slowly. Eddie felt his mouth water at the sight of him. He didn’t know he was making small whining noises, but Richie grinned at the sound.

He leaned back over Eddie’s body and rubbed the head of his cock against Eddie’s hole. When they both moaned, Eddie reached up and cupped the back of Richie’s head. He pressed their foreheads together. A broken, choked moan was pulled from Eddie’s throat as Richie finally bottomed out. Eddie clutched at the back of Richie’s neck. “Fuck….”

“Fuck is right.” Richie said, voice hoarse and half-broken. He rubbed his thumb under Eddie’s eye and watched them flutter shut. “You’re so beautiful, Eds.”

Eddie rocked down on Richie’s cock to draw out a rough moan. He gasped, and pushed down again. Richie whimpered against Eddie, then caught his lips in a rough kiss. Eddie panted against him as Richie began to rock his hips into him. He went slow, dragging himself out of Eddie to push back in slowly.

Eddie moaned and whined, kissing Richie back whenever he had a mind to do so. Eddie didn’t have much of a mind to do anything, anymore. His moved frantically, grabbed at Richie wherever he could. Tugged his hair, ran his nails down his back. Richie’s hips thrusted just that little bit rougher as Eddie’s nails broke through his skin.

“Please…. Please, faster.” Eddie curled his body up in the sort of over exposed position that he hated the idea of. He held Richie tightly against his body, his arms around Richie’s neck, legs tight around his waist. He could feel Richie mouthing anywhere he could reach on Eddie’s shoulders and neck. Not even kissing, just a frantic wet mouth meeting his skin over and over. “Please.”

Richie pulled out slowly and snapped his hips back in hard. The walls broke down then as Richie fucked into Eddie hard and fast. Eddie threw his head back, Richie immediately latching onto his neck with lips and teeth. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, letting the feeling of Richie become his everything.

“Yes…” Eddie moaned out as Richie’s cock jabbed against his spot. Eddie rolled his hips up, letting his cock rub against Richie’s stomach. “Yes… yess… yes.”

Richie spewed words into his ears but Eddie couldn’t make sense of them, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of Richie fucking against his prostate. “Oh, shit!” Eddie cried as his whole body tensed then relief waved over him. He shook as he came between them, all over his and Richie’s chests.

“Oh my God, Eddie.” Richie moaned, completely lost in the feeling of how Eddie clenched around him and shook underneath him. In only took a few more quick thrusts before Richie was tossed over the edge and collapsing against Eddie’s sticky chest.

Richie pushed Eddie’s sweaty bangs from his face as they lay together on the bed to catch their breath. Eddie blinked up at Richie and gave him a slow smile.

“Thanks. That was decent.”

Richie coughed, then burst out into laughter. “You’re a little fucking spit fire, aren’t you, Eds?”

Eddie leaned forward and nipped at Richie’s bottom lip. He tugged on it until it ripped from his teeth and slapped back against Richie’s mouth. Richie laughed and gave Eddie’s thigh as squeeze.

Eddie hummed happily. “I should probably get going.” He said. He sat up and winced at the sticky, disgusting feeling of his own body.

Richie pouted as he wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist and pulled him back to the bed, on top of him this time. “Don’t go. Stay. We can order room service… watch bad hotel television…” Richie pressed his lips against Eddie’s ear to send a shiver down his spine. “Take a shower.”

“Do you normally keep your one night stands in your room overnight?” Eddie challenged with a raise of his brow.

Richie’s face dropped slightly. “No but I…” He cleared his throat, and loosened his grip on Eddie’s hips. “Sorry. Forget it. You can go, I’ll call you a cab if you..”

Eddie’s heart clenched and hugged Richie to him. “Shut up, of course I’ll stay. But I’m showering alone. I want to actually get clean.”

Richie beamed at him. “That’s fine. We’ll just shower together in the morning then.”

“In your fucking dreams, Tozier.”

#reddie #reddie fic #my writing #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ytowtmd #ashley????? notsfw???????????/ whos that?????????/#it spoilers #not really #but potentially #memories

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echoequinox · 5 years

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KH, ofc

Of course :3c (also thank u to @samdykechester for also sending me the same prompt lol

Favorite Male Character: This is really tough actually. Cuz I’ve recently come to fucking LOVE Riku, and also kinda Vanitas? And then my friend awakened me to the love of Ven but uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………………. I guess Van is my favorite. At least my headcanon interpretation of Van which is Not the Canon Shithead lmfao

Favorite Female Character: My gut says Xion. She’s such a good, good girl. My heart says Aqua, who got so much more shit than she deserved. So I’m gonna say Olette dnskalfdsamksadl

Least Favorite Character: I mean Xehanort? Is that too on the nose? Obviously Xehanort is at the top of my shit list, but second to him would probably beeee….. Eraqus. What a fucker. I have a lot of thoughts about how he abused the Wayfinder trio, unknowingly or not. Fuck Eraqus. Fight me, Eraqus is a bastard

Favorite Ship: (Seren/Ventus *cough cough*) Uh but no like…… Sorikai and Rokunamishi are both fucking god tier galaxy brain ships, so either of those. If I had to pick I guess the latter because it’s less known about and deserves more love

Favorite Friendship: Wayfinder trio!!! Though I guess I’d peg their relationship as more familial than friendship. So barring them……. I guess Lea and Isa with Ven! They were such good friends after such a short amount of time, it was very sweet.

Favorite Quote: It’s a tie between “I don’t need a weapon, my friends are my power!” and “Darkness within darkness awaits you”. The second is just a really funny stupid line that maybe was translated wrong but fuckin rules, the first is a really sweet heartfelt line and also it’s featured prominently in a KH lofi hip hop song I listen to a lot, which is kind of telling about who I am as a person, I guess

Worst Character Death: HEY UH SPOILERS FOR KH3 I GUESSFUCK NOMURA, HOW DARE HE DO KAIRI DIRTY LIKE THAT, FUCK HIM, I’M STILL SO MAD

This Made Me So Happy You Have No Idea Moment: I guess it’s when the Sea Salt trio reunite at Keyblade Graveyard, since I sobbed for like 10 minutes straight and had to pause the game lmfao. Other than that………. I can’t…. really think of anything.

Saddest Moment: Hoo boy. So I cried out of sadness two separate times: when Sora released his heart in Hollow Bastion, and at the beginning of KH2 when The Other Promise is playing and Roxas says that his “summer vacation… is finally over”. But I think the saddest moment for me was still the end of 358/2 Days. I fucking….. can’t get over Xion’s death, like, ever.

Favorite Location: OOOOHHH this one is interesting, hmmmm…….. So the COOLEST world was Scala Ad Caelum. The FUNNEST world was probably Space Paranoids? But….. I think my favorite location will always come back to Twilight Town. It’s not very interesting, or exciting, but KH2 was my strongest childhood KH memory and Twilight Town still feels like…… home. I feel like I’m gonna one day be able to wake up and lean out the window and watch the trolley as it goes around and look at the morning sunset before going out for ice cream. Twilight Town is my favorite.

That was fun!!!!! I’m willing to do more of these for different fandoms, or even like I dunno, AUs, I guess? Thank youuuu for sending this to me~

#ask meme #kingdom hearts #kh #thank u peyton <3 #personal #text post #ask answered #sorasheart

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soaringlanddormitory · 5 years

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📣 Takashi/Ichiro, 🎉 Emile/Kaoru, 🎃 Yoko/Killian, 💢 Tori/Naoki :3

Thank you for sending these in!! I love it all omg

📣 - yell at my muse.

Yesterday, Manami came in to Takashi’s room and talked to him about how she was able to be “friends” with another Eizan and her brother felt conflicted on how to respond to this. He always warned her about them, but she’d always tell him that they were only misunderstood and she never followed what he said. She may have been one of the nicest people in the planet- but this made it an easier target for the Eizans if they were planning something.

Takashi didn’t feel like meeting any of them so he decided to avoid them at all cost. He didn’t go inside the Elite Ten room even once today, and he didn’t even bother in going to places where he believed Shigeo would be. He was too busy thinking about his sister and the chances of her being mistreated by an Eizan- and he didn’t want to see them at the moment.

However, he forgot that one of them always did whatever he wanted as he was a delinquent. It was the end of school and he spotted a male with glasses on the streets, screaming at some students he recognized. Takashi mentally slapped himself. “Alright Takashi, this isn’t your problem… wHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU’RE THEIR UPPERCLASSMEN! YOU GOTTA DO SOMETHING!”

He snapped out of his thoughts and walked over to the group. “Hey Volcano-Head, are you erupting again for the dumbest reason called nothing again?” Takashi playfully asked, even having a little smirk on his face. If it was his time to bring out insults- he always acted calm. He gestured for his underclassmen to leave the place and they began running away.

Ichiro began to twitch. “What the fuck did you just call me, runt?!” He yelled at the blonde, angered at the fact he decided to insult him the moment he spoke. “I can punch your face right now so I can make you shut the fuck up!” He hissed at the male and Takashi moved backwards, raising his hands in the air.

“Oh we have a badbutt over here.” He said these words in a very mocking way. “I swear to Zeus and to all the divine beings above- do you actually think a punch will scare me, Volcano head?!” He scream back, a bit irritated by the nicknames he was given. Seriously, should it always be about his height?! “ven my neighbor’s Pomeranian can scare me more!”

“Of course you’ll be scared of that dog, it’s probably because that dog matches your height, you bitch!” He threw another insult at Takashi and Takashi began clenching his fists in anger. “That dog probably thinks you’re a match to it because of you’re as tiny as it!”

“Well, if you met that dog, it’ll probably think you’re one of its kind because you’re a pancake bitch!” Takashi countered. “Oh wait. Oops. You know, gotta make the pun because female dog but… I meant you’re a pancake Medusa!” He went back to insulting and Ichiro’s face began getting red.

“You fucker-!”

There were a couple of people seen watching the two fight, and one of them was Takashi’s brother who was already going to the place to pull his brother back.

🎉 - celebrate with my muse.

No person who was surprised the moment someone knocked the door three times then opened it. A male who held his guitar with a bright smile on his face came in, looking excited. “Hello! I brought my guitar for the celebration!” He said excitedly, and a person pushed the person out of the way to see Emile.

“Hey there, Guitar Hero! I’m glad you came!” It was no other than Kaoru, a person who considered the visitor as one of his closest friends. “Here to celebrate with us?” He grinned, showing the same amount of excitement as the person who just came. The person who was pushed grumbled before slapping the back of Kaoru harshly. “Ow! Oh right, sorry Tatsuya-senpai!”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

Emile began laughing slightly, already used to the fun interaction between the dorm mates. “Of course I’d come! I can’t miss a celebration with mi amigo!” He was walking inside and he began closing the door behind him. “I also want to know the details... What is the celebration?” Even if he was invited, he was never informed on why they were celebrating.

“It’s a small celebration because one of my lovely dorm mates got to pass her exams so she won’t get expelled.” He informed him. “I wanted to ask if you could play your guitar as I sing so we could make the day brighter! Because, y’know- A great guitarist and a pretty good singer always makes a day better.”

“I’m so down to do that!” He responded and he went to the usual place he sat on. “Just name the song and I’ll happily play it!” Even if he wasn’t part of the dorm- he always felt a part of them because of how they acted around him. It was as if he was one of the people who actually stayed there and he felt so happy. It was even better that they acted like an audience to a musician.

“Thanks a lot, Guitar Hero! Can’t make the day as special without you!” The male from the dorm grinned and sat beside Emile. “Even your personality makes the day better, damn! You’re so amazing that you’re able to do so much things by your presence alone!”

The person who was deemed as a “Guitar Hero” by Kaoru felt his heart warm up and he couldn’t control the smile that was forming on his lips. “Thank you so much-! I really appreciate all your words, mi amigo!” He thanked the male and be started to strum his guitar. “So... what is the perfect song to start this celebration?”

🎃 - attempt to scare my muse.

The whole house was dark and this really confused the ginger haired male. Was the power out? He decided to try and look for the generator to see if there was a problem with it. The problem was... he couldn’t really see a thing. It felt like he was in a horror movie... Maybe it was one of those days where he loved his interest in the horror genre- at least he would know what to do when the worst things happen.

He was moving around the house aimlessly, but he was able to memorize the area of the house by now. He felt so relieved that he was able to remember where the flashlight was located or else he’d be doomed in a situation like this. He got the flashlight from the drawer and pulled it out of the drawer. “There we go.” He says this to himself before he turns it on.

If he had one wish right now, it would be that there was no serial killer in his house. He’d rather meet a ghost then a man with a knife. It wasn’t because he couldn’t defend himself- trust me, he could. But it was because if anyone were to die from them inside the house- the owner of the house might be scarred for life and he didn’t want that.

He continued to search for the generation but he felt something moving on the ground and he ended up flashing the light on the direction where he heard the crawling. “In times like this, you shouldn’t panic or else you’d be dead.” He mumbled and before he continued to walk- he felt his heart stop the moment someone grabbed him from behind as red orbs sparked from the dark.

“Do you want to play~?” The voice was high in pitch, and it sounded much too happy to feel comfortable. A giggle came from the person behind him and Killian only paused for a minute before he turned off the flashlight. Even if he had to experience such a scary encounter, he was still clever.

“Yoko. Did you actually get a voice changer?” That was the only thing he says before he held the arms wrapping around him. “And attempt to scare me with it?” He asked once again and she only released him so he could turn on the generator. Once the lights was on, he saw the female pouting slightly.

“Hm. I actually thought that would get you.” Yoko opened her eyes before grinning. “But I guess you’re too smart to be scared~!” She walked to him before poking his cheek. “Your heart stopped for a moment, but after a few seconds, you were hardly even scared.”

Killian sighed out of relief. “I’m just happy that it’s just you... However, if it weren’t me and you did this- I do think they’d be terrified out of their lives.” He explains and Yoko laughs happily.

“Will they? Now I have new idea for my next CreepyPasta story!”

“Did... Did you make me a test subject to know if your idea is believable?”

“That and I wanted to see if I could actually scare you!”

“Well... At least I helped you in some way.”

💢 - snarl/growl at my muse.

It wasn’t the perfect day to meet Tori. She was in a bad mood because this morning, Daiki decided to annoy her to death. When she finally arrived in school, she had to meet Ichiro who never gave her a break from being angry. The day was horrible and no one could blame her for her bad mood. She didn’t want to see any nuisance for the rest of the day...

But maybe fate didn’t allow this to happen. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Naoki in the opposite direction, looking at her with a smirk on his face. God, what did she do to deserve this? “Tori Isshiki. A pleasant seeing you here.” Naoki was a bit tolerable to her- until he speaks more than just those lines. “I didn’t expect to see you here, are you not trying to improve your skills and decided to roam around instead?”

Tori immediately growled at his comment. Did he actually think it was the words she was looking for now? Did he think that she wanted to hear those words from someone like him?! He was wrong. “What was that, Eizan? I couldn’t hear your bullshittery.” She wasn’t having any of this. Not today. Not ever.

Naoki’s evil smirk remained on his face and he only ended up chuckling. “Maybe you just couldn’t hear the truth.” He stated this before he continued to talk. “I would have expected you to be back in your dorm or cooking elsewhere so you could prove to everyone that you’re better than any of the Eizans.”

Tori didn’t hold back any of her anger, tired of all his insults. “Of course I’m better than any of you! A lot of you are just pieces of shit who can’t do anything but talk about nonsense!” She snapped at him and Naoki began glaring. “Thinking about insults and doing all the barks so everyone could hear- all of you are no bite at all! It’s fucking annoying!”

The two were now having a dark aura and their death glares were aimed at each other. “How rude. Actually thinking that of us. Miss Isshiki, I hope you know well that we could do much more things than you actually imagine. You just never get to see that because you’re too much of a coward to actually risk something.”

She had enough of this and she only walked pass him, even shoving him away from her. “Die.” She mumbles, even looking behind her for a moment. “And if you do think I’m a coward I want to tell you I’m not. I’m ready to face you in a shkugeki any day.” With this, she walked away while ignoring everything the male added to their conversation.

#ask #writing #takashi #kaoru atitarn #killian #naoki #other people's ocs #ichiro #emile #yoko #tori

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bo-bo-bean · 6 years

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Forgiveness

(Warning: LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG) It's been months now since Cuphead and Mugman have defeated the devil and his slacky, King Dice. They both have made friends with others, even doing fun things with them. Gardening crops of the vegetable pack, tending to flowers with Cagney, baking sweets with Baroness Von Bon Bon, and even helping Beppi out with the circus. However, one person didn't trust them yet. Werner Werman didn't trust the bros one bit. Whenever he saw them, he got flashbacks of what they did to him and his poor cat. It took him nearly two weeks to fix his cat and he's still fixing his machine. Destroying those two machines were like destroying his life. Mugman knew that Werner was still ticked off about it, so in the morning, he got up and shook Cuphead. "Hey...!" he whispered. "Cups, wake up...!" "Nrgh..." Cuphead snored. "Give me... a minute..." "Cups, I'm baking cookies...!" Mugs shook him more. Cups sighed and opened one eye. "Cookies...?" he yawned. "Why?" "Well... it's about Werner." "... Mugs," he sat up. "Look, it's hard to hear, but sometimes, not everyone can trust of. After all, we nearly killed him. Just be glad we got most of the people to forgive us." "B-but I don't want Werner to be the only one!" his younger brother whimpered. "I'll just feel bad..." "... oh brother," he smiled lopsidedly. "Always caring for others... alright I'm up." "Really!?" Mug squealed. When his brother stood, he hugged him cheerfully. "Alright alright..." he chuckled. "What kind of cookies?" "Oh well, I found out he likes brown butter oatmeal cookies filled with caramel and peanut butter! It does sound super tasty!" "And a mouthful," Cups smiled. "Alright, let's get to baking!" They both rushed to the kitchen and got out ingredients. Since they were not fighting and having baking lessons with Baroness, they know all types of tricks. Like putting salt on chocolate chip cookies after baking will make them taste better. And you could make cake mix into cookie dough. They were basically professional pastry pros. After the cookies were made into three batches, Mugs found a large metal tin and looked in the crafts drawer. "What would be a color for apology?" Mugs wondered aloud. "Hmm... usually, white and gold," Cups smiled. Mugs nodded and took out a glittery gold ribbon with a scotch mist white ribbon, tying them around the tin. "Okay! I'm ready!" Mugs beamed. "Oh wait!" He took a feather quill with him and some ink. He wanted to write an apology letter and figured he would write it when he got there. "I'll just take this with." "Alright!" his big brother gave a thumbs up. They went out and traveled to the circus, where they found Werner's house. They went in and then into the basement, seeing Werner slouched over, working on his machine. Mugs felt a ping of guilt, so Cups spoke up. "Hey...!" Cups grinned. Werner looked their way, scoffed and went back to work. "... Hey, Werner, we came to apologize," Mugs mustered out. "For vat?" he harshly whipped back at them. Ruining mein life's vork? Nein, it's fine. I'm happy about mein whole life going down zee drain." The words stung Mugman, so he looked away. Cups have a stern look and grabbed the cookies, going towards Werner. "We made you cookies," he held them out. "Ah cookies. Zee ansver to efferyzing," he sarcastically outputted. "Hey come on...! No need to be rude," Cups reached out, touching his side. He saw Werner jerk up, clutching to his side. Cups stared at him and then his hand. Was his bullets on? No. Didn't look like it. There was only one explanation. "... Hey Muuuugs~?" he sang happily. "I think I know another to apologize...!" "R-really?" Mugs head lifted. He then saw Cups wiggling his fingers. Mugs couldn't help but giggle himself. "Vat? Vat's zo funny?" he asked. His eyes then widened, ears going back. "You didn't poizon zee cookiez, did you!?" "N-no! Not at all!" the younger brother quickly responded. "Nah, we just thought about something else funny," Cups let off a sinister giggle. Werner looked at them. He stopped working on his machine, about to kick them out and Cups quickly traced his fingers through his fur. Werner let out a high squeak and then some laughter before pulling his arms away. "Hey! Don't do zat!" he hissed. "This?" Mugs giggled from behind him, digging his fingers into the soldier's sides. "Eeek!!" Werner snorted out. "Naahaaha!! St-stop zis instahahahahant!" Cups giggled and continued his belly tickling as Mugman started to trace his finger on Werner's back. This made Werner arch his back, but then bend down, making his body not deciding which way to go. He twisted, but that made the brothers go on each side. It was bad enough to have someone tickle your sides, but two different people with two different styles? It was horrifying. Mugman was tracing up and down his sides while Cups dug into them. "Stahahahahap!!" he wiggled, laughing loudly. He eventually fell to the ground, the brothers getting the same idea and going for his feet. "Stop! I-I'll forgive you!" "Aw, don't worry, we won't go too far," Cuphead smiled back at him. He began to give a ticklish massage to his left foot, Werner squeaking and his toes twitching. Mugman then remembered the quill and ink. "Say! I have an idea!" he giggled. He took out the ink, dipped the quill in the little bottle and began doodling over The pads of his feet, first his toes, then the sole. "Noo!!" he shrieked. "Noohohoho fahahahahair!! Stahahahahap!! It tickles!! Hahaha!!" "Really? It tickles?" Cuphead acted surprised. "Golly, I didn't know!" This made Mugs giggled as he began drawing a cat picture on his sole. After, they stood up, giving Werner a breath. After a few minutes, they pounced on him and both blew raspberries on his belly. "EEEAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" he screamed, pounding the floor with his fists. Mugman had a large raspberry that went deep into the skin and Mugman had a quick, but torturous butterfly raspberry, making butterflies come in his belly. "Gee, for a soldier, you're quite ticklish!" "HAAHAHAHAHA!! G-GAHAHAHAHA!!!" "Think we should stop?" Mugman wondered. "YAAAHAHAAHAS!! YAHAHAHAHAS!!!". "Nah, he can take more!" Werner was already in a pool of his own tears as Cuphead moved to his side, blowing raspberries and Mugman wiggling his fingers on his neck, making him squeal and move his head, trying to block the attacks. Cuphead went to tickle under his knees and got a surprise. "AAAEEEEEEEKKKK!!!!" he hollered. "NOT ZERE!!!!! EEEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" "Wow! Mugman, I found a spot!" He wiggled his fingers under one knee and Mugman draw with his quill under the other. It felt like Werner's laugh was ripping out of his lungs. Ticklish sensations covered his whole body. Under his knees was the worst place to tickle since it not only made every single nerve feel like they were feathers, but also when they were tickled, he was immobile. He wanted to scoot away, but he couldn't. After a couple more minutes, Mugman looked at Werner. His face was garnet red and his tears were rushing out like waterfalls. "Woah! Okay, I think that's enough, Cup!!" Mugs stopped. "He can take some more!" Cuphead grinned, reaching for the quill feather. He took it and dug the pointed end into Werner's naval. He went into silent laughter, squeezing his sides, wheezes coming out. "C-Cups! Look at his face...!" One look at his begging face made Cuphead quickly stop, Werner shakily breathing in. After around half an hour, he sat up, coughing and then looking up at the brothers. "Heh, I guess we went a BIT too far..." "A... bit...?" Werner raised an eyebrow. "A-are you okay?" Mugman offered a hand. Werner took it, holding his stomach. Mug expected to be scolded at or to be kicked out. "... still got zoze cookies?" "Huh? O-oh yeah," he nodded. He grabbed the tin and gave it to Werner. "You don't... hate us, do you?" "... I suppose... I can forgive you for fighting me," he smiled a little. "BUT! You don't know ven... but I vill get revenge!" "Deal!" Mugs giggled. "... how about I grab some milk," he thought aloud. "And I can tell you some stories from the var?" That peaked the two brothers' interest and they spent the afternoon, listening to Werner tell them all kinds of stories while working on the machine, them helping out. It would definitely be an afternoon they will never forget.

#Cuphead #Cuphead and Mugman #Werner Werman #Cuphead lee #Mugman lee #Werner Werman ler

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Ven/Namine with 11! :D

YASSS PRECIOUS BLOND BABIES

#14: Visiting a bakery together.

Summary: Making new memories is just as important as cherishing the ones you have. Ventus + Naminé, post-KH3.

Ao3 version here

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“Hey! Naminé!” Ven broke into a run the second he spotted the familiar figure, slowing only to scan the street both ways before bolting across.

The young girl standing on the sidewalk turned at the call, surprised but looking pleased to see him. “Ven! Hi.” She crossed her arms behind her back as he drew even with her, regarding him curiously. “I didn’t know you were in town.”

“It was kinda last-minute,” he told her with a shrug. “Have you seen Lea around?”

She shook her head. Other than a pencil sitting above her right ear, she looked the same as he remembered her. “Not since this morning. Roxas said he mentioned something about having errands to run. Radiant Garden, I think.”

“Oh. That’s too bad.” It was nothing that couldn’t wait, so Ven would just have to catch him later, then. With that matter set aside, he turned to the window Naminé been gazing at a moment ago. They were standing outside a bakery, he realized, and behind the glass was an impressive assortment of brightly colored desserts. “So what’re you up to?”

“Oh, nothing, really.” She also looked at the display, smiling warmly. “I walk this way every afternoon. I like to stop by and see what they’ve made for the day.”

“That sounds nice. Is the food as good as it looks?”

Naminé glanced at him. “…I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’ve never been inside.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“Well… I guess… it just seems like somewhere you’d go with a friend.” She smiled again, but this time it was sheepish as she linked her fingers together in front of her stomach. “And Roxas and Xion have been busy lately… so I just look from here. But I like it,” she added brightly, turning back to him. “They make something different every day, and it always smells really nice.”

Ven could agree with that. Even out here on the curb, the scent of hot, fresh food was very noticeable, and it smelled amazing. Which instantly reminded him that he hadn’t eaten since early that morning.

“How about I go with you?” he offered. Naminé blinked at him, appearing more surprised than she had at his appearance, and he amended, “I know I’m not Roxas, but… you really helped us out before.” While his smile stayed, the look he gave her right then was almost serious. Pointed, even. “So… I think of you as a friend. If that counts.”

Again she blinked, but this time it was followed shortly by a laugh. It was a brief, gentle sound – cute, Ven supposed, although that was the first time he’d ever associated that word with a person – and it was more warmth than amusement. “Thanks, Ven. I do, too. And… I’d like that.” She followed him to the door, giggling when he opened it with a bow and waved her in with a flourish.

The inside was bigger than the outside suggested. A third of the room was taken up by the counter and the busy employees behind it; the rest was scattered with two-person tables and a few booths. It was less like a bakery and more of a cafe.

Naminé made a beeline for the counter, leaning forward with her hands on her knees to observe all the baked goods behind the glass. The window display had been impressive, but hardly a sample of all that they had to offer. There were the usual things – cakes, pies, breads, donuts – but probably a fourth of the inventory were foods Ven had no name for. When he moved closer to read the little tags designating each piece, that still didn’t help. He wasn’t even sure how “crêpe” was pronounced.

“Oh! They’re so cute!”

He stepped up beside Naminé to follow her stare. On the lowest shelf was a tray of white, thickly frosted cupcakes that resembled smiling moogle faces. She had her hands clasped in front of her mouth and looked only a couple shades short of delighted. “I haven’t seen these before.”

The follow-up to that seemed obvious. “You want one?” Ven asked.

“Hm? Oh – well…” Uncertainty curbed her excitement. “That would be nice, but I didn’t bring any munny. But they’re really pretty to look at.”

That, too, had a clear solution. “That’s no big deal. I have enough for both of us,” he offered. “Why don’t we stay here and eat?” He wasn’t sure that deserved yet another look of surprise, but sure enough, Naminé shot him one.

“O-Oh – really? That’s very nice of you, Ven – but I didn’t mean to…”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry! I want to. That’s what friends do, right?” They did nice things for each other. It wasn’t something you kept track of or anything, either. You did it to show how much a person meant to you, and as far as Ven was concerned, Naminé was as good a friend as any of his new allies.

Reassured by that, somehow, Naminé hummed as she bobbed her head. “I… yes, I suppose so. Thank you.”

A couple minutes later the two of them had claimed the corner, a small table that was nestled directly between two floor-to-ceiling windows. They ended up directly in the sunlight, but the soft glow of dusk was easy on their eyes and didn’t add much heat to the cool space.

Rather than starting on her cupcake, Naminé seemed to study it for a moment, and then pulled the pencil out from behind her ear. Curious, Ven watched as she smoothed out her paper napkin and began to use it as a canvas, sketching some circles. The glare on the table kept him from making out too much, so he just watched her hands as he broke into his pie slice. Her movements seemed both concentrated and casual, each stroke of her pencil looking effortless but intentional. Even if he couldn’t see what she was drawing, Ven was surprised by how interesting it was to watch regardless.

After a couple minutes of this, Naminé leaned back a little, and then did a doubletake when she noticed Ven’s stare. For a second or two she looked confused, as though suddenly remembering where she was. Then she broke into a shy smile. “I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

“Heh, at least you’re havin’ fun. What’re you drawing?”

She turned the napkin around and held it up for him to see. Outlined in blue was a life-sized depiction of her cupcake, although she’d taken some liberties with adding sparkles on the edges. Below that were a couple of small figures sitting at a table–

“Hey!” Ven laughed. “Is that us?”

“Mm.” Naminé nodded as she set the napkin aside and pulled her plate closer. “This is a nice memory. I wanted to get it down, to help remember it.”

That was a creative way of looking at it. “You really like drawing, huh? You’re good, too – you didn’t even look at me the whole time you were drawing me.”

“If it’s you, I don’t have to,” she said simply, and then paused at the same time that Ven tilted his head curiously.

“Why’s that?”

“Um–”

Ven had never seen her look embarrassed before – well, he’d never seen a lot of the moods that he had in the past ten minutes with her. Running her fingers over her clean fork for a few beats, Naminé finally set it down and met his gaze. “You’re in a lot of memories, Ven,” she told him fondly. “Not mine – but Terra’s, Aqua’s… even Roxas’ and Sora’s, although those two didn’t know it. It was the nature of your bonds. Before I met you face-to-face, I knew what you looked like. The memories of you were so strong, especially from your friends…” She closed her eyes and shook her head gently, and then opened them again with her same small smile. “They’re still as clear as my own. I couldn’t forget if I tried – not that I want to,” she added quickly. “So… that’s why. I don’t have to look at you to really remember what you’re like.” She gave a quiet, almost nervous little laugh as she gathered her hands in her lap. “I hope that’s not too weird.”

Weird? Ven almost laughed at that. He and weird had a very complicated history together by now. Hearing that he’d left an impression on Naminé, whether it was a good one or just okay, was hardly worth scratching his head over. “Nah, that’s not weird at all. It’s… kinda nice to know that, really.” Not only that she didn’t seem to mind harboring those memories, but what she had said about Terra and Aqua – that their memories of him were strong – was kind of reassuring. Ven hadn’t been able to hide his disappointment in himself from them recently, his guilty frustration at having done nothing for so many years while the two of them had continued to fight. They both assured him that it wasn’t the case, that their memories of him had helped sustain them at the worst of times, but he had been tempted to write that off as well-intentioned lies.

But now, hearing this so casually from Naminé… Ven felt a vein of truth running from her words back to theirs.

“And, anyway–” Reaching across the table, he slid her napkin artwork closer to get a better look. “You don’t have to worry about forgetting this,” he assured her brightly. “We can do it again sometime.”

It was Naminé’s turn to tilt her head. “Really? You’d want to?”

“Sure! Let’s try and get Roxas and the others to come along, too.”

It might have just been the sunlight, but Ven thought there was a new glow to her face as she nodded. “…Okay!”

#fanfic #mine #ssssssort of hints at 0.2 a little bit #i'm not even trying to hide how inept i am at titles anymore rofl #life's too short #as is this fic because i wanted to do more BUT #i'll just add it to my list of potential sequels #and my happyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappySADUNDERTONEShappyhappy streak continues #i'm predictable by now #ventus #namine #kingdom hearts

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