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Did I Lie? (1/?)

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Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem reader

Warnings: (d)ubcon, kidnapping, alcohol, SMUT, fingering without penetration or clit play?.

Summary: You've been kidnapped but aren't complaining when Lloyd takes you to a 'dinner party' and rewards you for being well behaved.

Word count: 2.2k

Notes: This fic was written in SECOND PERSON POV!!! Sorry this isn't as super freaky as I initially planned. I think I want this to become a little series so the kinkier stuff might come later (hope that's okay)! As always, thank you so much for reading!

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

The knob on the extravagantly paneled door jiggles with force.

You jump at the noise. Someone on the other side is trying to get in. You walk backwards until your knees hit the end of the bed and the momentum makes you fall on your butt. The door opens at the exact same time.

It’s him. It’s that mother fucker who held a gun to your head and kidnapped you. You know exactly what he wants too.

You were the niece and only family of a prevalent mobster from your city. You don’t talk to your uncle much but you still keep in touch. You’re not surprised that his past is finally trying to catch up with him. It’s just a shame you have to be involved.

He shuts the door behind him. He looks at you, brilliant blue eyes examining your face. His tight fitting clothes showcase his intimidating stature and the size of him only makes you more nervous.

“Hi princess,” he says mockingly, “I’m afraid I wasn’t able to introduce myself earlier, I’m Lloyd Hansen”

“You mean when you kidnapped me?” you reply gruffly.

“If that’s what you want to call it” he smiles.

You don’t say anything more, even though you’re burning to. You just retract your legs from the ground into your chest, as you shift farther onto the bed.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not gonna hurt you… yet” he says, walking towards you. 

You try to bite your tongue, but the fury in you spills out anyways. “Fuck you” you spit.

“Awe, now that’s no way to treat your host, is it? Cmon I mean look around,” he says and motions at the grandiose surroundings, “I haven’t even tied you up, though it’d be easy to”

You twitch at the thought of being restrained and look away from him.

While looking past him you realize he’s right. He could’ve had you chained to a radiator in a decrepit basement. Instead, the bed sheets are silk and the curtains, velvet. There’s gold ornaments and watercolor wallpaper. It is a spectacular room, and it sparks images of what the rest of this place must look like.

As if reading your mind he says, “You see, I could have chained you up in the basement with the rats but, then I’d have to actually go down there to talk to you.” Your eyes dart back to his. “So, I thought this would be better!” he says with satirical enthusiasm.

He changes the subject quickly, “Anyways, I’m gonna need you to accompany me to a dinner party tonight, so someone will drop off your dress and shoes soon”

“What? Why the hell would I go anywhere with you?” you snap at him. 

With a fake smile he steps forward until he’s towering over you. “Oh honey, if you want me to get the ropes out just say so,” he says in a playful tone, which might be scarier than a threatening voice. 

His mocking stare makes you shrink. You rub your wrist just thinking about the lack of autonomy and rope burn. He knows you’re powerless and it only feeds his ego. 

“Now, be a good girl for me tonight and you might get a reward!” He gives a phony smile and leaves.

What you didn’t know was that Lloyd wasn’t planning on hurting you at all. Instead, he was looking forward to using you as his cumdump for the rest of his life. The way your eyes glistened as he threatened you made his dick hard. 

He wanted to fuck you stupid and then put you back together just to do it again and again.

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

After some time passed and the sun had set, you were delivered a sleek, elegant, black dress and a pair of matching black heels. You’re stunned at how gorgeous the dress is.

As much as you don’t want to satisfy Lloyd’s expectations, you also don’t want to be chained up. So you make the obvious choice and put the dress and heels on. 

After adjusting the dress to fit perfectly, there’s a knock on the door.

“Yea?” you ask, defensively, the knock startling you.

There is no answer, the door just opens. 

Lloyd stops halfway in the door when he sees you. His breathing halts at the sight of your body in the dress. Every curve is on full display in the thin material. He pushes through his initial reaction and walks towards you. 

“So where are we going?” you ask timidly. You’re afraid to speak at all but feel like you should try to make the most out of this situation.

He hums, nodding his head enjoying your fake positive attitude. “Well, you’ll see when we get there”

He ushers you towards the door and follows beside you down the hall. 

The two of you and his team of security pile into three different cars and caravan out into the night.

When you arrive and step out of the car, you’re in front of a huge skyscraper building. Light from the building and the others around it illuminate your face in a bright glow. 

Lloyd pushes up against your back and whispers into your ear, “You’re going to hook your arm around mine and follow me in. You’re going to stay silent the whole night and if you try talking to anyone or say anything, I will not hesitate to do something I’d prefer not to do. Do you understand?”

You tense at his threat but breathe out a shaken “Yes.”

He moves to stand beside you and you hook your arm around his. He smiles down at you pleased and walks you in.

While riding in the elevator, you can’t help but think about his body pressed against you. The way your ass and back pushed up against his thighs and chest. How he had to speak down into your ear. You know you shouldn’t think like this, for God’s sake he kidnapped you.

Up 30 or so flights to the roof, you find Lloyd and yourself in a large lounge with dim lights and loud R&B music. It looked more like a club with the crowds of people and drinks. 

“I thought you said we were going to a dinner party,” you whisper.

“I thought I told you to be quiet,” he whispers back.

You shouldn’t find him charming but his wit and charisma catch you off guard. You let him lead you through the crowds of people towards a sectioned off booth in the back. There are many men sitting around this table, all with girls on their hips. You begin to understand that you are an accessory for Lloyd tonight and you won’t play any other part but that.

In all honesty you don’t mind that much. You’re served champagne as you sit down next to him in the horseshoe booth. 

As soon as the both of you sit, you begin to drink. Not quickly but it’s really the only thing to do. Lloyd is talking to these other men about weaponry, ammunition, and drugs, and you could care less. None of it was appealing to you anyway.

At some point during the discussion you feel a warm hand land just above your knee. Your dress has a slit in it so most of your right leg is exposed. It’s Lloyd’s big, calloused hand that is touching you.

Your body floods with adrenaline and images of a fantasy flash before you. You stare at him but he doesn’t even look at you. He’s just smiling and nodding, continuing his negotiation.

Lloyd does notice you looking at him though. He notices that, and your subtle rock forward on your hips. Because of this, he moves his hand further up your thigh. With each inch, electricity crackles through your veins. 

All you want is for his hand to keep moving further up your thigh until he’s forced to confront the problem he’s created. And as if he can read your mind, his hand slowly, agonizingly, travels up your leg.

Each centimeter closer to your core starts a fire under your skin. Finally his hand comes to a stop; as close as he can be to your pussy without actually touching it. You look up at him and he’s grinning, laughing with the other men about something. 

Does he even realize what he’s doing to you? Your hips are practically bucking up at his touch.

A minute goes by, and you still haven’t fully adjusted to his hand so close to your desperate cunt. He doesn’t seem to notice though.

Without warning he sticks out his pinky and slowly drags it from your hole to your clit, over your g-string. 

He does this up and down motion a few times with his ring-clad pinky, until he finally looks at your face and sees the red in your cheeks and dizziness in your eyes. He loves how good you’re being. How silent you are even though he’s teasing you. How you don’t even lean over to whisper anything to him. 

With the confirmation of pleasure on your face, he slips his hand back down to your lower thigh. 

It’s unfair what he’s doing to you. You’re sure that everyone has just seen what happened even though the large table you’re sitting at covers the view of your legs.

The rest of the night is a blur. You’re a little stoned and pretty tipsy from the never ending drinks when you and Lloyd are together in the backseat of his limo. The substances are really soaking into your bloodstream, making you feel all hot and flustered. Lloyd’s aware of this because of the way you’re slightly leaning into him. 

It’s really not your fault, you’re intoxicated, sitting next to this huge, ripped, beast of a man who’s cologne is expensive and suffocating. You’re about to pinch yourself for your terrible thoughts when he leans down to your ear and says, “You were a very good girl tonight; I’m surprised at how well you listened”

His mustache almost tickles your ear and the feel of his breath is enough to make you spiral into a frenzy of desperation. His dominant hand snakes it’s way to your thigh once again and you shudder as he turns his body towards you. 

You look up at him distraught and his eyes are almost glowing. He’s so obsessed with the defeated look on your face, oozing desire. He rubs soft circles into your skin and that alone causes you to shift your weight forwards onto your hips. Lloyd watches at your pitiful attempt at relief. 

“Do you need me to touch you?” he asks in an infantilizing tone.

“Yes, please,” you mutter. 

And with that, things begin to happen very quickly. He hikes up your dress and rips the flimsy underwear off. 

“You know, I could feel how wet you were when I ran my finger over your pretty pussy earlier. It’s so pathetic how worked up you got from my hand on your thigh” he breathes into your neck. You don’t say anything at all because his fingers are running through your folds, playing with your heat. 

“Did I lie?” he whispers and lifts his fingers to show you how they glisten in the gaps of light from the passing street lamps. 

You shake your head no and he attaches his fingers to your clit. He rubs with the perfect amount of pressure, making you bite your lip. His thick fingers circling your delicate clit.

Lloyd begins to kiss your neck, sucking and nipping at your soft skin. He swirls his tongue on your neck, in time with his fingers, and you melt into the leather seats.

His left arm has snaked around your lower back and waist, holding you close to him, and keeping you steady. You rock your hips up into his fingers, increasing the pressure in short intervals. 

“Such a slut, trying to help herself get off,” he mumbles

You moan, unable to form any words. The way his lips move along your neck and the way his fingers send waves of warmth through you, have you close to coming undone. 

He doesn’t slow down and you’re having a hard time keeping yourself together. His fingers begin to flick side to side hitting that perfect spot.

“God, don’t stop, please don’t stop” you squeak.

You’re in ecstasy as Lloyd devours your neck and shoulders, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You arch your back and buck your hips into his motions. You whimper and pant as you’re so close to coming.

“Come on you dumb baby, cum for me” he groans into your neck, relentlessly rubbing you to euphoria.

You throw your head back and in a crash of pleasure and white light, you come. 

Your orgasm soars through your veins, making every inch of you erupt with bliss. You sail on this surf for what feels like a lifetime, but as soon as it’s over, you’re aching for it to happen again. 

His fingers slow but don’t stop until you’re shaking and clamping down on his wrist.

He doesn’t say anything, just looks at you as you catch your breath. His mouth is slightly open, looking at you with pride and lust. 

“That—I can’t believe that just happened,” you whisper after a few moments of intense eye contact. 

“You better get used to it because I’m never letting you go,” he says.

You wonder if he’s serious, but a sparkle in his eyes soothes your worries. 

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Mitsunari if you don’t mind 💜💜💜

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one more day

requested: no

group: twice

pairing: tzuyu x fem!reader

genre: angst

contents: best friend!tzuyu, based on “one more day” by sistar. [23/33]

warnings: abuse, death, language, mild alcohol consumption

synopsis: You’d do anything for one more day with Tzuyu, maybe even something you’ll regret for the rest of your life.

a/n: i feel like I could’ve done better but eh

word count: 1.4k

There was always something very, very wrong about Tzuyu and her boyfriend.

At the very beginning, she seemed happy with Chiwon; they spent nearly every day together, constantly no further than an inch away from the other. It got annoying at times, sure, but you were happy to see your best friend finally at peace.

At first.

Slowly, you and Chiwon became the ones at odds, and she was caught between the two of you. For some reason, he could see what Tzuyu couldn’t- that you were in love with her.

Or maybe she could see the longing stares, feel the sheer want in every tiny touch you shared. But if she did, she never said a single thing, continuing to allow you to hang on her every word.

She’d do anything for you- you knew that, and so did Chiwon. The difference was that he wasn’t willing to let that continue.

He became more and more toxic as the months went on, and you could see all the love being leeched out of their relationship. Sometimes, they were still blissful together, cuddling while they watched movies and laughing when they shared sodas.

But other times, Tzuyu cried painful, heart-wrenching sobs in your arms, tears black from makeup staining the shoulders of your sweaters. Other times, she hid watercolor bruises with matching eyeshadow, wiped blood off of her lip with the sleeve of expensive dresses paid for by him.

Slowly, the notifications from Chiwon became a source of fear for the both of you, and you learned to climb out of the window whenever you heard his car pull up in the driveway.

If Tzuyu knew about your feelings for her, she never said a word. Because the two of you were using each other to survive, and that was the last thing either of you had.

“I miss the old him.”

You stared at your best friend over the rim of your wine glass, the leftover liquid inside staining your vision crimson. Tzuyu leaned against the stucco wall of the liquor store, legs splayed out on the floor. “The old him?”

“Yeah.” She played with the stem of her own cheap glass, apparently not noticing the cheap wine spilling out on the concrete. Her lipstick was almost completely faded by now, and you resisted the urge to pull out your own tube and reapply it for her. “Chiwon wasn’t always like this. We weren’t always like this.”

Popping open the bottle sitting between the two of you, you waited for Tzuyu to continue talking. “We used to be in love. But now... He wants to control everything. Even you and me.”

“Is there a you and me?” you smiled, watching as the headlights of a passing car flickered yellow on her face.

“Of course.” Her fingers entwined with yours on her thigh, the fishnet she wore scratchy against your skin. “We’re meant for each other, Y/N.”

Your heart seemed to tighten at that; if you were really meant for each other, neither of you would be going through this pain, you thought. But you didn’t say anything, balancing your wine on the top of your knee. “I guess.”

“I just miss the way Chiwon and I used to be. We used to be- I used to be able to say ‘we’ without meaning something different,” Tzuyu sighed, running a hand through her hair. “He’s not like you. You’d never do something like that to me.”

“I’d never,” you simply agreed, groaning when you found nothing more inside the glass bottle. “Maybe we should start heading back?”

She stood with ease, brushing the dirt off of her leather jacket, smiling serenely at you in the way you were always used to. There was a quiet kindness in her, not bold, but soothing and calm. “Sure.”

The wine still lingering in your system made you laugh at standing up, too light-headed to walk straight on your way back to your apartment. Tzuyu was the one supporting you, her hand on the small of your back as the both of you swayed your way home.

You stumbled forward, though, when her support was suddenly ripped away. “What-”

Looking back, you found Chiwon’s furious face, a large hand twisted in Tzuyu’s long hair. “Let go!” you shouted at him, rushing him despite the widening of your best friend’s eyes. He let go of your best friend for enough time to toss you aside like a rag doll, the delicate skin of your knee tearing on the rough parking lot. “Chiwon-”

“This is between her and me,” he snapped back, roughly seizing Tzuyu’s wrist now and tugging her forward, even when her ankle twisted in her heels. “Don’t get between us, Y/N.”

Blood soaked the mesh of your tights, your hands coming up to touch the wound, as you screamed, “Run! Tzuyu, go-”

And she did, tearing her wrist out of her boyfriend’s grip. She turned once to stare at you with panicked eyes, prompting you to struggle your way to your feet. Chiwon snarled at you before charging after, too fast for even your quick-footed best friend.

Before stumbling your way into the studio apartment, your grabbed a brick from the ground. You found the girl on the bed, Chiwon throwing his jacket at her with far more force than necessary. “Fuck you,” he screamed, his palm connecting with his girlfriend’s cheek. “You bit-”

You slammed the brick you held onto the man’s neck, but aimed too low and hit his spine instead. A hit to your wrist knocked the weapon away too, clattering uselessly to the floor as your knees hit the ground. Chiwon chuckled, rubbing at his knuckles to hit-

Tzuyu’s arms wrapped around his neck from behind, the weight of her nearly bringing him to the ground. But she wasn’t strong enough either, backhanded with what was probably half of the man’s strength. Her hands came up to touch her split lip, scrambling back until she hit the wall.

Hands scrambling on the ground, you gripped the brick again and surged up, determined this time not to miss. And you didn’t, the corner of the stone slamming into the top of his head. 

It didn’t knock him to the ground like you had aimed to do, but it bought enough time for Tzuyu to grab a mostly-empty wine bottle from the table beside her bed. It shattered over his head in a spray of pink and green glass, blood already tricking down the nape of his neck as he was knocked to his knees.

Jaw set, you wrapped your fingers around the neck of another bottle, swinging it with all your might at Chiwon again. Finally, he collapsed to the floor, his face hitting the concrete as glass lodged in his scalp.

Your best friend gasped as you knelt, too, staring at the slumped body just mere feet away. Blood trickled out from under him, staining the edge of a rug. “Y/N,” she stammered.

It was too difficult for you to speak, your lips quivering as you saw what you had done. Some part of you expected to be deserted, for the blame to be placed on you, but to your surprise, Tzuyu’s hand slipped into yours, cold and clammy but comforting.

A squeeze was all it took for you to know that you weren’t going to be left alone. But first, you needed to figure out what to do with the body.

“I can’t believe it.”

You exhaled, staring at the keys in your hand to Chiwon’s car. The suitcase, stuffed with his body, was already in the trunk, a lighter in Tzuyu’s hand. “I can’t either. But this is for the better. You don’t need him, not as long as you have me.”

Once again, your hands clasped between the two of you, exchanging a glance that said more than words ever could. “Yeah. You ready?” she asked, biting down on her lip.

Tossing the keys into the trunk too, you nodded. “Light it up.”

She managed to crack a small smile before igniting the lighter and tossing it inside, turning before she could see the flames burning it all up. The lights of the city shone on the horizon, red and green conflicting just as much as the emotions in your best friend’s eyes. “Thank you, Y/N,” she breathed.

“I love you, Tzuyu.” The words rang true, though you didn’t mean it in the way she thought.

But she smiled, the fire behind her glowing in her hair. “I know.”

[grapesodatozier]

can you write something where richie is dating someone who treats him like shit but he’s only doing it so he can get over eddie. and then they’re at a party and eddie drunkenly confesses his feelings and immediately richie breaks things off with his s/o

warning for abusive relationships and alcohol

words: 2,421

read on ao3 or below

Richie showed up to the party lateand in a bad mood. Justin couldn’t go, so he’d told Richie that he wasn’tallowed to go either. Richie had not-so-politely reminded him that he was hisown person, that Justin had no say in where he went and when. Predictably,Justin had sneered at him and called him a slut. “Sorry that I don’t want myboyfriend drooling in the lap of every person he sees.” That had Richie closeto breaking, close to saying what he always wanted to when his boyfriend gotlike this: If I’m such a slut then whyare you dating me? But then the dread would settle in Richie’s stomach, areminder that Justin was the only one who wanted him at all. If Richie wantedto feel loved - and god was hedesperate to feel wanted - then Justin was his only option. Still, Richie hadleft, and not without an eye roll so severe he thought he might’ve strained amuscle.

His blood was still boiling as hemade his way over to the kitchen to grab a drink, but a familiar and verydrunken exclamation of, “Richie!” made him stop in his tracks. All of the icemelted from his veins, from his stance, and he could feel warmth spreadinguncontrollably through him as he turned to see Eddie stumbling toward him.“You’re here!” Eddie threw his arms around Richie’s waist, his head fallingagainst Richie’s chest. “I missed you!”Richie couldn’t help but smile as Eddie beamed up at him before nuzzling hisface into his neck.

Richie wrapped his arm aroundEddie’s waist and held him up. “Did you now?”

“Of course I did! You’re mybestestestest friend in the whole world!”

“Well, I missed my bestestestest friend, too. You seem likeyou’re having fun,” he chuckled.

“Not really,” Eddie huffed.“Everyone that’s not you is so boring.”

“Whoa, better make sure Bev doesn’thear you say that,” Richie joked through the blush that now covered his cheeks.

Eddie pouted up at Richie in a waythat had his heart stopping. His cheeks were a soft pink, his eyes starry andso, so brown as they looked up at him. “I mean it. You’re the only fun person Iknow.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m herethen, huh?”

Eddie smiled and said in a voicemuch softer than Richie expected, “Yeah.” But then his face twisted. “Why areyou so late, anyway? Was your dickhead boyfriend being a dick?” Richie feltlike he’d been slapped in the face with cold water; he knew Eddie didn’t likeJustin, but he’d never been so direct about it.

“Jesus, Eds, why don’t you tell mehow you really feel.” He tried to sound annoyed, offended, and while hesucceeded at that, he still had his arm around Eddie.

“Sorry. It’s just…” Eddie sighedand pouted again, only now Richie wanted to do anything he could to make thatpout go away. “You’re so… good,yanno? Like you actually care about people so much, and I know you like to pretend that you don’t but you do. You go out of your way to be nice topeople, to protect ‘em. You take such good care of me.”

“I think you may be a wee bit drunkthere, my lad,” Richie stammered his way through a bad Irish accent.

But Eddie just smiled that sweet,dazzling smile and shook his head. “No. I mean, yeah, I’m drunk, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true. You’re thebest person I know, and you always make me laugh. Even when your Voices areshit, you’re still the funniest person I know.”

“Maybe I should take you home,”Richie deflected, his skin uncomfortably warm. Eddie whined, but he let Richielead him outside.

“God, you’re so stupid.”

“Yeah, okay, now you’re soundinglike you again,” Richie grinned as they headed down to the street.

“Why do you refuse to let peopletell you how amazing you are?” Richie was coming up with a comeback whenEddie’s words slapped him in the face again: “Why do you let him treat you likeshit? Why do you think that’s what you deserve?”

Richie was glad they were outside,away from everyone else, because he was starting to struggle to hide the quiverin his voice, the turbulence thrumming under his skin. “Excuse me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know whatI’m talking about.” Eddie pushed away from Richie to cross his arms and frownat him, in a way that Richie guessed was supposed to look stern. “Justin’s anasshole. And you’re the best person ever and there’s no one in the world whodeserves more good things than you and yet you stay with this guy who treatsyou like you’re nothing.” Eddie’s shoulders fell. A sadness overcame his eyesthat made Richie want to reach out to him, but he didn’t. He had to play dumbright now, had to play mad. “You’re everything to me, Rich. Why don’t you wantsomeone who treats you like it?” Richie didn’t know how to respond, so he didn’t;he just stood there as Eddie curled in on himself. “Why… why don’t you wantme?”

Richie was stunned for a moment,then let out an incredulous, “What?” He couldn’t help the way his voice brokeover the word.

Eddie huffed and fell into Richie’sarms. As he was still processing what Eddie was saying, just barely catchinghim, Eddie laid it on even thicker. “I loveyou. I’ve always loved you. You deserve the world, someone who will treatyou right, and I wanna be that. I could treat you right - or at least try mybest. I know I’d be way better than fucking Justin.”

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” Richiegently tugged Eddie forward, guiding his unsteady legs.

“Can you sleep over? You neversleep over anymore.” Yeah, Richie knew that. Justin didn’t like him sleepingover at Eddie’s. And, well, to be fair to Justin, it’s not like his concernswere unfounded - it was obvious to anyone, Justin included, how deeply in loveRichie was with Eddie, and sleeping in his bed next to him, his warm skin andtousled hair only made him drown in those feelings.

It was for that exact reason that heslept on Eddie’s couch that night, as Eddie wouldn’t let him leave hisapartment, but Richie didn’t want a drunk and vulnerable Eddie cuddling up tohim. He didn’t want to take advantage of him, not ever. So he tucked him in andleft him water, and when Eddie reached for him he pulled away, crushing his ownheart in the process. “Please, Rich,” Eddie whined, “wanna be close to you.”

Richie took a deep, steadyingbreath, forcing down the instinct that told him to go to Eddie, to do anythinghe could to protect him, to keep him happy, to get that twinkle back in thosepuppy dog eyes. “If you still mean everything you said tonight in the morning,then I’ll come cuddle you. But for now I need you to get some rest, okay? Anddrink some water.”

“I’m always gonna mean it.” Eddieheld Richie’s hand and ran his thumb over his heated skin. “And this is why. Noone else cares like you do. No one else makes me feel as loved as you make mefeel.”

God,I love you. The agonizing thought he couldn’t voice, not yet.

“I especially meant the part aboutJason being a dick.”

Richie couldn’t help his smirk. “Justin.”

“I know.” Eddie rolled his eyes, but he quickly sank back intosadness. “I wanna be better for you.”

Richie smiled softly. “Go to bed,spaghetti head.”

“I’m in bed.” Richie giggled at Eddie’s exasperation, which luckily drewa small grin from Eddie as well.

“Yeah, you’re welcome for that.”Richie took one last moment to admire the way Eddie’s hand felt in his, tosavor the moment, before saying goodnight and heading into the living room.

Richie, unsurprisingly, couldn’tsleep. His heart beat too harshly, his mind raced too rapidly. Eventually hepulled on his shoes, checking on Eddie before heading out.

He could feel his heart flutteringas he neared Justin’s apartment. His hand trembled as he rose it to knock onhis door. He swallowed back his fear as he waited for the door to open.

  He was eating a bowl of LuckyCharms when Eddie came padding into the room, rubbing the sleep out of hiseyes. Eddie stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw Richie. It made his racingheart drop to his feet - but he wouldn’t show that. “Mornin’, love monkey,” hewinked. “How ya feelin?”

Eddie grimaced at the nickname. “Ithink that’s the grossest thing you’ve ever called me.” He sat down across fromRichie and poured some cereal into the bowl Richie had set out for him. “Howlong has this milk been out?” he asked suspiciously as he screwed off the cap.

“Oh I left it out all night so itwould be nice and warm for you in the morning.”

“You’re disgusting.” But he wassmiling. However, the smile quickly turned into a frown, and Richie’s veinsturned to ice when he realized where Eddie’s eyes were: Richie’s wrist, whichwas painted with a blue and purple watercolor handprint. He quickly switchedthe hand he used to hold his spoon, hiding his right wrist under the table. “Richie.”Eddie’s voice was low, but it quivered with emotion. Anger and concern mostly,both fighting out to be the strongest, both of them horribly contained. “Howdid that happen?”

Richie shrugged. He looked into hisbowl as he pushed the remaining marshmallows around, suddenly not hungry.Richie hadn’t expected Justin to get physically violent with him, and he wasstill sick and reeling from the way he had grabbed Richie. His wrist throbbedwith the memory.

“Did he put his hands on you?”Eddie was seething now, and while Richie would’ve almost been flattered if hewere in a better mood, in his present state the anger in Eddie’s voice onlymade his shrink further into himself. “Hey,” Eddie said then, his voicesuddenly soft as a rose. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get angry. I’m not upsetwith you, I just want to know what happened. If he hurt you… Rich, I can’tignore that. I can’t let you go back to him if he-”

“I’m not going back.”

“What?”

Richie finally looked up. Eddie’shand laid palm up halfway across the table - an invitation. A question. It wasso refreshing after the months and months of demands and orders that Richiefelt he could nearly cry. “I broke up with him last night. After I talked toyou.” Eddie. Sweet, sweet Eddie Kaspbrak who couldn’t hide a single emotion hefelt. The second his eyes widened Richie knew he remembered what he’d said. “Hedidn’t like that, tried to stop me. But by the end of it he was practicallypushing me out the door, so I don’t think you need to worry about him.”

“You did this in the middle of thenight?”

“It was urgent.”

Eddie’s eyes softened a bit, butthey remained wary. He was so close to understanding, but Richie could tell hedidn’t want to say anything, didn’t want to misread the situation. If Richiecouldn’t read him so well he’d be feeling the same way. “Why? Why couldn’t itwait?”

“Because I wanted to be availableas soon as you woke up.” Eddie’s breath hitched, but his hand stayed put, andRichie slowly, gently slipped his own into its cradle. He felt Eddie relax infinitesimally.“I don’t know why I think I deserve to be treated like that. I’m still nottotally convinced I deserve all the stuff you were talking about last night.But if you’re willing to try to convince me, I’d be happy to let you.”

“What are you saying?”

Richie gripped Eddie’s handtighter. “I want you, Eds.” He let out a small, shaky laugh. “I’ve alwayswanted you. You’re the dream boat that sails through all my dreams, ever sincehigh school. Fuck, middle schooleven.” Eddie giggled, and god was itnice to see a smile on his face.

“I want you, too. I want to treatyou right, and all the other mushy stuff I’m not gonna repeat.”

“Aww, come on, no encore?” Richiepouted. “If I had known that I would’ve recorded it.”

Eddie grinned and shook his head ashe stood. “Get up and kiss me, maybe you’ll get another compliment or two outof me.”

“You gonna be this bossy in bed?”Richie waggled his eyebrows as he stood. “I’m into it.” They were both stillsmiling as Eddie gently cupped Richie’s cheek in his hand and brought theirlips together. Richie melted into it, not completely trusting his legs butleaning in further anyway. Eddie pulled back and smiled at him, rested hisforehead against his, nuzzled their noses together.

“I mean it, Rich,” he said, his voicesoft but words firm. “I’m not gonna let anything like that happen to you again.You’re the best person I’ve ever met, and I’m gonna treat you like it.” Richiehad no response to that - no joke, no Voice. He just nodded, willed his eyes tostay dry as he kissed Eddie again, deeply, pushing all of his love andappreciation into it. They barely separated as Eddie walked around the tableand guided Richie back into his seat. Eddie sat in his lap, and his weight waseverything Richie needed to keep him grounded. “You taste like pure sugar,”Eddie murmured with a grin against Richie’s lips.

“You taste like you didn’t brushyour teeth last night.”

Eddie pulled back and huffed, gavea playful little pout. “If you wanted a minty first kiss you could’ve brushedthem for me.”

Richie grinned and shook his head. “Nah,I wouldn’t trade this for the world. I’d take a thousand hangover breath kissesbefore letting you off my lap.” He wrapped his arms around Eddie and pulled himin to emphasize his point. But he didn’t kiss him; he just held him, held himclose and secure and buried his face in his hair. Felt him bounce in his armsas he giggled. He held him tighter, and he couldn’t imagine ever letting go.

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[littlewalken]

July 3

The preggers horse gave herself a birthday present and I switched on the cam just in time to see a hoof sticking out. She’s licking its face and it’s protesting its first bath while its hind feet are still inside her. Like one of those puppies or kittens who come out protesting. People are there to watch and help.

OMFG the baby’s hooves will fit in the palm of your hand! And it’s all legs!

And it’s being dried off with a towel and its not sure it likes it. 

Now to watch the foal try to stand up.

The first pic in the grey sketchbook which will be the next one for playing around with stuff. Starting with the one I’m working on, not Teddy up there, and not guarantied for all pics, I’m going to note what brands I’m using. This book is a 5x8 size and I snagged a larger version on sale. 

The grey books are Stillman and Birns Nova. They’re mixed media and come in tan and gray if you want toned paper. The finish isn’t as smooth as Moleskine sketch but smoother than many sketch papers. It takes wet better than the Moleskine sketch. Haven’t markered in it yet but the Inktense I’ve put in it didn’t start to bleed like the Moleskine can.

In my travels I did pick up another pocket Fakeskine from Walmart. I remembered how long I kept waiting for them to restock it and small as it is I was just drawing in the old one in a waiting room yesterday. 

I was going to get a pack of Stadler watercolor markers, and some more Tombows, all on sale but the store had a blackout. Was that a sign? Because I’ve looked at Winsor and Newton and Spectrum Noir Aquas too. Hrmmm.

Unless it is something reasonable like the Staedlers, or more Tombows, I don’t see markers high on my list of wants unless they’re on sale. Markers are among the mediums I have the least experience with. I have some Crayolas for general coloring needs, they kind of count as watercolor, and the Tombow brush pens which I’d suggest for a step up to “grown up” markers. I also have a nice set of Bic for permanent bleed through the paper type. I wouldn’t know dye from alcohol and I’m at a stage where it doesn’t matter except water soluble or not.

The little foal is still trying to stand up but it’s trying. It folds its little ears back and looks so determined then it lays down again in the hay before trying again. 

The horse’s people are rubbing the foal and trying to get it to stand, it’s legs are almost as long as theirs, but it’s determined!