A/N: This one shot is for my hoe’s - @marvelous-fvcks - birthday, I hope you had an
amazing day and an even better evening! Love you lots
The air smelled like burnt lavender and a heavy cloud of
smoke began to fill the tiny dorm room. You sat cross-legged on the carpeted
floor and flapped your hand in front of your face as the sting of smoke sent you
into a coughing fit.
Wanda’s hair had become a tussled mess. She rubbed her
eyes, smearing mascara around them.
“Okay, my bad.” She raised her hands defensively. “I didn’t
know these two ingredients could cause an explosion.”
Summary: Soulmate AU where if you throw a paper plane out your window it always makes its way to your soulmate. You can’t write your full name, your location, or any contact info, anything else is fair game. It’s up to fate to bring you together.
Word Count: 1,775
Warnings: Zero proofreading. It’s strictly fluff though so you’re safe here.
A/N: This was such a cute idea and also reminded me of that one Disney short. You know the one. Also, I will jump at any opportunity I can to write sappy love notes and Lin’s messy handwriting. Please don’t ask me about logistics of this, I have no idea what happens if your window is shut and your soulmate throws a plane, I’m just here to write fluff. ___________________________________
Your parents had told you the story all through your childhood. They would always weave you intricate tales at bedtime about how you might meet your soulmate. Your favorite stories always had a prince playing that role. As you got older the stories evolved from fictitious plots to questions and conversations.
You received your first letter from him at seven years old. It took you by surprise when the paper plane made of blue construction paper landed on the floor of your bedroom. You scrambled from you bed to scoop it up and inspect it. You unfolded it carefully, flipping it over.
‘ Hi! My name is Lin! ‘
You yelped as if the paper itself had spoken and ran into the living room where your mom was preoccupied with a book. She seemed to notice your panic because her eyes immediately left the pages to study your face.
“They wrote you, didn’t they?” she asked wryly with a twinkle in her eye. You squeaked out a yes, shoving the blue paper towards her. She unfolded it to see the note before chuckling. “Well, are you gonna write them back or not?”
You spent the entire night debating and when your mom came into your room to kiss you goodbye before she left for work she saw you sitting on the floor surrounded in papers.
“For them or from them?” she asked with an amused smile as she leaned against your doorway.
Requested by anonymous: So the reader and Alec from the Volturi are mates. Alec’s sister hates the reader because she thinks that the reader is stealing her bro. So she uses her powers on the reader. She keeps using her powers till reader is depressed and scared. Reader escapes to the Cullen’s house. Fast forward to when Alec finds her again but gets jealous because she’s happy and singing with jasper and Emmett while cooking. Everything has a happily ever after though!
This is kinda trash but I hope you like it anyways, anon.
“Aro, I have someone I’d like you to meet.” Alec pulled you along behind him.
Aro’s crimson eyes looked up from the novel he was reading, focusing on you. You felt naked under his stare, something about him making you uncomfortable.
His lips stretched into a smile that sent shivers down your spine. He stood up and handed his book to a young woman who was standing next to his chair, waving her away.
“Who’s this, Alec?” He came down the stairs and slowly approached you.
“This is (Y/N).” He placed his hand on your back and guided you closer towards Aro.
“(Y/N)…” He repeated, his eyes scanning over you. “And where did you meet her, Alec?”
“I went out a few months ago to go hunting and on the way back I found her bleeding in the street. She doesn’t know who it was that bit her, but they left her for dead.”
“How terrible. We at least have the decency to finish off our victims.” His eyes flashed to yours, and he must have noticed the hurt you felt from his insensitive comment. He noticed because he grabbed your hands and pulled you towards him. “I’m sorry, dear, how rude of me. Would you mind if I read your past?”
You looked over at Alec, not understanding what Aro meant.
“If he touches your skin, he can see all of the thoughts you’ve ever had and things from your memory.”
You looked back to him in uncertainty, but nodded anyways.
That awful grin spread across his face as he removed his gloves, his hands finding yours again. He stared deep into your eyes and it took all you had not to look away. “My, my…” He whispered after a moment. Your hands fell limp by your sides once he released them. “Thank you. You seem to be an interesting girl.” He turned to Alec. “Have you introduced her to Jane?”
He nodded. “Of course. Although I don’t think she’s been very kind to her.”
“Oh?” Aro tilted his head.
“I haven’t been very kind to whom?” A feminine voice seemed to echo in the large room. The beautiful blonde walked to the center where you were standing with the two men, her heels clicking against the marble floor.
“I’m just telling him the truth, Jane.” Her eyes burned in jealousy as he spoke.
“We want you to accept this sweet girl.” Aro told her, and she seemed to fume even more at his comment.
Her deep red eyes met yours and fear flashed through you. Her threatening gaze held yours and you soon felt a dull ache course through your body. Your breathing escalated and the ache grew into the worst pain you had ever felt. You collapsed onto the floor and your screams filled the air. Alec held you in his arms as he yelled at Jane to stop. You still focused on her eyes as you heard Aro commanding her to stop and Alec continued to yell.
Finally her stare became aloof instead of intense, and the pain stopped. She simply looked at Aro and turned around, heading back through the heavy wooden doors.
“I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” Alec held your cheek and you looked up at him.
You were sitting in one of the chambers as Alec had to tend to some business with other members of the Volturi. As you sat alone, all you could think about was how terrifying your mate’s twin sister was. Even though you cared greatly for Alec, you knew you could not live a life in fear of his jealous sister. She was a more experienced vampire than you and you could end your life easily.
You took a deep breath and quickly slipped out into the night.
You sat and watched Jasper and Emmett with a smile on your face. They were joking around and Emmett sang at the top of his lungs as he flipped a couple of steaks on the grill. You were so lucky to have found them after you escaped from Italy. Their mother figure, Esme, took you into their home in a heartbeat and you would forever be grateful for them. Of course you missed Alec, but this was a better life. A life that didn’t involve you being abused and fearing for your life.
“So why are we cooking again?”
“Edward’s father-in-law, a human by the way, is coming to visit. Gotta play the part.” Jasper smirked at you.
Your body suddenly went rigid upon hearing the voice. Jasper and Emmett looked shocked as they stared at the boy standing behind you.
You slowly turned around and met the familiar eyes of Alec. He looked surprised when he saw that your eyes were no longer red like his, they were gold.
“Oh my god.” You hopped off of the bar stool and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.”
“Uhh (Y/N)? Please explain why one of them are here.” Emmett rolled up his sleeves to show that he would be ready to fight if anything happened.
“I never told you why I came here. I was living with Alec’s coven but…I ran away…” You trailed off.
“Why? What did they do to you?” Jasper growled and stepped around the counter but you held up your hand.
“My sister hurt her. Which is something I never intend on doing.” He looked down at you and you melted from his words.
“Alec…I can’t go back with you.” You looked down, feeling ashamed.
“Why? Are you with one of them?” He looked at the two vampires in jealousy.
Emmett smirked and Jasper’s face softened as he laughed at his accusation.
“No, no. They already have mates. I meant I can’t go back because of her. I’m afraid she’ll kill me.”
He looked at you sadly. “I figured that’s why you disappeared. So I told her if she didn’t want you there then I would leave too.”
This surprised you because you knew the two of them were very close. You didn’t quite know how to respond so you waited for him to go on.
“If you don’t want to go back, then I’ll go with you…anywhere.”
“I’m not sure, Alec. The Cullens have taken great care of me. I’d feel guilty just leaving them behind.” You frowned.
“Then we’ll stay in the area.” He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. “(Y/N)…I will do whatever it takes to be with you. If you want to stay here, I’ll stay and just go visit my family when I feel like it. Just please don’t tell me to leave.”
You smiled and hugged him again, pulling back to kiss him sweetly. After a moment, Emmett cleared his throat and you backed away, blushing.
“We’ll be watching you, kid.” Jasper looked at Alec seriously but winked at you.
I hope there weren’t any mistakes because I didn’t have time to proofread because I have class. Oops
Pairing: idk man I got bored I guess some Dylan x Reader
Summary: an interview with your fellow cast mate Dylan goes totally aloof
(Y/C/N)- your character name
“Run!” (Y/C/N) yells into the darkness of the hospital. Lights flash, the elevator opens. A shadowed figure starts laughing. Stiles grabs (Y/C/N)’s hand and starts dragging her down the hospital corridors, the running is slow motion. The lights shut off. Silence.
The hospital scene fades away on the large screen behind me and the audience begin to clap and cheer. Dylan and I grin at each other, already knowing what happens after that scene.
After that particular night in which Baekhyun had kissed you on the cheek, things seemed to have changed. During the following days in which he’d meet up with you so you both could continue the progress of the project, there was an unidentified tension lingering the air. It wasn’t thick to the point where it would suffocate him, but faint enough just for him to feel it in the lightest of ways.
Not to mention, neither of you addressed the kiss either.
He liked you. That much was undeniable. If he thought that the first few weeks when you were glued stuck to the back of his mind was too much, now it got worse.
Prompt: reader catches Ms. Grundy and Archie together and tries to confront him
Warnings: mentions of rape (just once), Boo Boo the Fool (Ms.Grundy)
Author’s Note: I didn’t have time to spell check, so I apologize if there are any mistakes!
The wind blew hard as I walked through the secluded road. Leaves started to gracefully fall from the trees as autumn had begun. The tree lined road was bursting with green and orange. The scenery was truly breathtaking. I looked around and admired the area. One of the calmest places in the small town of Riverdale. A few dandelions were sprouting from the grass as squirrels scurried around. The clouds started to move fast as the sky turned into a slight orange. I started to pick up my pace as I noticed that I was supposed to be home soon.
I was coming back from the library. School was starting soon, and me, being the overachiever that I am, tried to get a head start. I hummed as I continued to walk through the tree-lined path. In an instant, the air around me had become oddly quiet. The atmosphere had become eerie as leaves started to harshly ruffle through the air. I looked back up at the sky that had now turned perceptibly grey. I pulled up the hoodie on my jacket as I felt rain start to fall. Soon enough I would let out a groan as the rain started to pelt against me. The sky was dark now.
I continued my walk home and detected a car up ahead near Sweetwater River, the headlights quickly became one of the only sources of light in the twilight sky. I continued to walk in silence as my feet crunched the fallen leaves beneath me. The road was unsettling now, something from a horror movie, the lone car was still up ahead. I spotted movement in the car as I continued to walk down the pathway. Just as I got lost in thought, a loud horn pulled me out of my trance. I squealed as I dropped my binder on the ground, it nearly missed a puddle. The settled rain had splashed up on my jeans, soaking them. My eyes were wide and my heart was beating rapidly. The sound blared drastically. I turned towards the source of the earsplitting sound and verified it was the car I had spotted earlier. The fogged windows started to clear up as I tried to recognize my perpetrator. I looked through the car window and dropped my binder again.
“Archie?” I questioned in shock as Archie sat blankly -and shirtless- in the car. I saw movement behind him as another face became visible through the car window.
“Ms. Grundy?” my voice cracked. Coincidentally after I spoke Ms.Grundy’s name, lightning struck nearby. If anyone else had been watching, they would have thought of this moment as something from a soap opera.
Y/N heard the noise before her eyes adjusted to the dark shadows of Riverdale High in the early
morning. Quiet, small sniffling. So silent you’d have to strain your ear to catch the whisper of that
Who would be here so early? she wondered, swivelling her head in that direction, seeing nothing but
speckles of dust floating through the pale, sunlit corridors.
Her heart pounded as she walked the faintly lit hallways, pausing at every groan and creak of the old
The school is ancient, after all, she silently reassured herself. It’s nothing more than the barely
She stopped dead in her tracks as the undeniable noise of a door creaking sounded to her right,
making her jump. No, keep going. Breathe. Y/N took a shaky breath, wanting nothing more than to get
the hell out of here. Her student council meeting didn’t start for another twenty minutes, after all.
She glanced back at the school entrance, which seemed so far away with the flickering exit sign,
then back at the corridor which the noise had been coming from. Her curiosity got the best of her,
and she soon found herself in the darkest corner of the school, a small wooden door hidden under
the stairs in front of her.
The sniffles had subsided, but Y/N heard the occasional, uneven breath through the thin wooden
door. They sounded quite familiar, now that she came to think about it.
Slowly, carefully, she creaked the door opened, and peeked inside with wide, curious eyes. Her eyes
took a moment to adjust to the darkness, and when they did, they stung with heartbroken tears. The
image in front of her was the saddest, most heart-wrenching thing she’d ever seen, and she almost
wished she could unsee it if not for her overload of mixed emotions.
It was her best friend, Jughead Jones, or the boy who used to be her best friend. He had drifted from
her particularly the last couple years, distancing himself whenever she asked if he was okay. Now, he
sat on a small, ratty mattress, his head buried in his hands and his shoulders shaking in silent sobs.
He looked so small and vulnerable that Y/N craved to just go and wrap her arms around him like the
A small sniffle of her own slipped out at the helpless sight of him, and Jughead abruptly shot up. His
ocean blue eyes, which never failed to stun her, were wide and alert, searching the small room for the
source of sound. They landed on Y/N’s guilty, anxious expression, and his face crumpled for a
second before he regained his usual, composed posture.
“You need to go,” he started, speed walking towards her and shoving her out the door with
unexpected strength, trying to close it behind her. “You can’t be in here."
"Jughead, wait!” Y/N caught the door handle just before it clicked, pushing with all her weight to keep
it open. She had to make her point, fast. “Please stop shutting me out! I’m here for you, I want to be
here for you!” A sob leaked into her voice, and in the moment she used to take a deep breath,
Jughead had slammed the door fully shut and locked it.
Y/N sank down to the floor, hot tears streaming down her face. “Please let me in,” she whispered
against the door, her palms pressed on the cold, wooden surface. “Please, Juggie."
After what seemed like an eternity, Y/N heard a small click, and she scrambled to her feet as the
door opened. Jughead stood with crossed arms, staring at her with an intense, unrecognisable
expression. He bit his lip, studying her, and Y/N properly took in her best friend for the first time in
His dark locks peeked out under his grey beanie, matching the dark circles under his tired eyes. His
jaw was sharp and set, a frown so often settled over his face that he had almost lost the young, boyish
look he possessed in his earlier years. Almost. Y/N was sure that if Jughead smiled, his deep dimples would take over and give him that quirky grin that she used to spend all day gazing at. He
was tall and lean, though he had well defined muscles under all the jackets he usually threw over.
He was attractive, for sure, his quiet and mysterious demeanour drawing in curiosity. If he put a little
more effort into the way he dressed and looked after himself better, he would be a charismatic boy
for sure, irresistible to anyone who crossed his path.
Jughead cleared his throat quietly, and Y/N’s gaze darted up to his face, reddening for thinking
something at a time like this. He turned to reenter into the small room, ducking his head at the low ceiling, and this time, Y/N followed after him, taking in the sight.
A half eaten strawberry poptart. Jughead’s leather schoolbag. A few torn books. A pair of black
headphones. Several other belongings were scattered in the small area, and some that Y/N
recognised, like the photo candids of Jellybean Jones, Jughead’s beloved little sister, and others that
she had never seen in her life.
Y/N looked back to where Jughead was sitting on his bed, his gaze fixed on the wall of photos, a
faraway look in his eyes. He didn’t move as she took a seat next to him, her eyes fixed on his solemn
face. His nostalgic expression made Y/N’s heart ache for him. The boy deserved so much better.
“Jug?” Y/N whispered, carefully searching the boy’s face for emotion.
Without warning, his face crumpled again and his shoulders shook with sobs.
The boy had finally broke, Y/N thought, hurrying over and wrapping her arms around him, hugging him
so close that her face was practically on his neck, inhaling the faint smell of soap.
“I miss her so much,” Jughead whispered, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head as if that
would block out the memory. “Jellybean. And my mother. I keep thinking about the last time I saw
them, and how much I want to see them again."
"Juggie, I know. It’s gonna be okay,” Y/N sighed, letting the comfort of him being so close settle over
her. “You have your dad.”
“My dad doesn’t do shit!"
He pushed her away roughly. "He’s the reason why mom took Jellybean and left. The reason why I’m
living here. His alcoholic and financial problems have destroyed him!"
Jughead’s words hung in the air above them, sinking the momentary lightness like an anchor. After
what seemed like an eternity, Y/N found her voice again.
"Jug, I-I don’t know what to say, that’s horrible. Just know that I care for you, and I’ll always be here
for you,” she whispered, tearing staining her vision. I’ve loved you, and I always will, she added in her
That’s when she noticed how intensely Jughead was staring at her, as if he could almost read her
thoughts. His piercing blue eyes sent a shiver down her spine, and a lightheaded sensation filled her
as they flickered down to her lips.
Mesmerized, Y/N watched as those incredible eyes drew closer and closer, mimicking the action on
her own as they fluttered shut, letting herself seep into the comfort of what was about to come next.
With a shiver down her spine, his lips met hers with impossible gentleness, a soft, warm tingle. Her
hands found their way to his messy, black curls, and his hand rested lightly on her cheek as he
worked magic on her lips.
It was a perfect moment locked in time. In all that was dysfunctional and ambiguous in the small
town of Riverdale, there was one thing that was clear as day. That Y/N and Jughead are to be
“Better?” she whispered, leaning close and resting her head gently on his chest.
Summary: Dean takes his baby brother to a strip club for his birthday, and one particular dancer catches his eye. His crush isn’t helped by the fact she turns out to be one of his best friend’s cousin. Pairing: SamxReader Words: 3432 Warnings: Nope! AN: LOOK GUYS. THE FIC IS FINALLY OUT. IT WAS A SON OF A BITCH BUT IT’S HERE! WOOOOOOOOOO!!!! This is my entry for @dancingalone21‘s Funny Quote Challenge! My prompt was ‘Dude, you’re confusing reality with porn again’, and I made it a College AU. Hope you enjoy it!!! Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!
Dean dropped into the chair next to Sam, slamming a
fresh bottle of beer down in front of him as he chuckled contentedly, watching
as a new woman took to the main stage in front of them.
“Y’know” Sam started, eyeing his brother with
amusement as he wrapped his fingers around the chilled bottle, “this was not
what I was expecting when you said you wanted to go out for my birthday.”
For a few moments, he didn’t respond, watching as
the girl on the stage swayed her hips with the music, not really making much use
of the pole behind her, then turned and grinned at him. “Why? What were you
expecting?” he asked, taking a long draught from his beer.
He’d already stopped looking at him when Sam
shrugged. “I figured a bar? A few beers? A few games of pool? Then I figured
you’d probably disappear into the night with your catch of the day, call me the
following morning to apologise for ditching my ass, except you wouldn’t really
regret it cos you never do when you wind up getting laid” he told him, laughing
as Dean turned and stared at him in mock offense.
“Why would I do such a thing to my baby brother on
Sam raised his eyebrow, still smiling as he said,
as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “to get laid. Didn’t I just
Dean chuckled as he leaned forward, a sly smirk
playing on his lips as he nodded in the direction of the bar. “I’m not the one
getting laid tonight… she’s been tossing you glances all night, Sammy” he
murmured, letting out a bark of laughter as Sam’s head whipped around in the
direction he’d indicated, brow furrowed curiously.
His eyes instantly caught the ones of a girl who
had chosen that precise moment to look over at him. Her hair was loose, framing
her face perfectly; her eyes were bright and shining, reflecting the dim
lighting of the room as she stared at him. They bugged slightly when she
realised they were staring at one another, before hastily turning back to the
patron she had been chatting to before.
Was it his imagination, or were her cheeks now
Sam huffed slightly, clearing his throat as he
looked down at the beer bottle in his hand.
“Nah” he started, taking a swig of his drink before
continuing, “she works here Dean. She’s probably just scoping for her next tip,”
he told him nonchalantly.
A scoffing sound beside him made him raise his
head, and he just caught the tail end of Dean rolling his eyes. “Come on,
Sammy! What could be more perfect? The birthday boy and the stripper… a match
made for a perfect one night stand.”
“Dude, you’re confusing reality with
porn again” Sam deadpanned, taking his turn to roll his eyes as he tried to
suppress a grin.
“Whatever Sammy, it’s your loss” he
crowed, once again reclining in his chair as the dancers once again switched
Despite his protests, Sam became hyper
aware of the girl’s location in the room for the rest of the night, her
presence drawing his attention. Every now and then, he snuck glances of his own,
and in his ever-increasing state of inebriation, he couldn’t help but admire
how pretty she was.
Summary: In which (Y/N) has nightmares and can’t sleep, so Loki keeps her company, even if she doesn’t want it.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word count: 1.9k
Warning: tbh none really
A/N: Requests are open and I absolutely am open to anything (as long as it isn’t morally wrong)! I love speaking to you guys and receiving any type of feed back so please don’t hesitate to send an ask or message (:
- UPLOADING TWICE TODAY BECAUSE I COULDN’T YESTERDAY -
some Neverland UST, cause why not? And because it’s the middle of summer and it’s fucking hot out, who doesn’t want to go skinny dipping right now?
The heat was unbearable.
Emma had lived for two years in Florida, where humidity turned everything, her hair, her skin, into a sticky mess while she worked shitty minimum wage jobs that barely paid the rent and tried (and frequently failed) not to go back to her old life of shoplifting and picking pockets. She’d spent months in Arizona, where 100 degree days were the norm and she was both pregnant and incarcerated, carrying a baby she didn’t want to want so bad and a sentence she didn’t deserve and had literally dreamed of snowcones and ice cream for weeks on end, it was so hot and she was so uncomfortable in her prison scrubs and growing belly.
But nothing compared to Neverland.
Sweat beaded along her hairline and dripped between her breasts morning, noon and night. Her lungs felt like they were filled with water half the time and her feet itched constantly in her boots. Hook was insistent that she take them off and dry her socks by the fire every night, muttering under his breath about sailors who had lost toes to gangrene when they neglected to take proper care of their feet.
There was heat in his gaze when he looked at her, as heavy as the air around them and making her heart beat faster while her pulse surged between her legs and she didn’t dream of wrapping her lips around cherry Popsicles, but of another tasty treat instead that was hard and pink and would melt right in her mouth.
Imagine Jared Leto is Your Best Friend’s Dad - Chapter 9
The song On My Mind by Ellie Goulding inspired this chapter. Totally suggest to listen while reading!
Chapter 9 - On My Mind
It was fun while it lasted, but all things must come to an end. We gathered our belongings and placed them by the door. Dasha and Sydney’s parents picked them up. And it was just Allegra and I.
“Allegra!” Mr. Leto called from the kitchen. “These clothes need to be washed.”
“Yeah, but who’s going to walk Kerri home?” she asked.
“Oh, that’s right.” He crept around the corner as he dried a bowl with a paper towel.
His head rested against the wall as he looked at me. His grin stretching from ear to ear like the Cheshire Cat himself. “I’ll walk her home,” he said.
“But Dad!-” Allegra whined in protest.
“Sorry honey.” He cut her off, still drying the bowl. “You need to hit those clothes. They’re a mile high!”
“Fine.” She fumed.
“Besides… it be nice to see Ms. Sanders and Nico – it’s been a while,” his eyes lit up as he thought.
Apparently, I had no say in this matter. I stared back at Mr. Leto, trying to see what lurked behind his eyes. Was there another trick up his sleeve?
“Just give me 5 minutes Kerri and we can head over.” He told me before quickly shuffling away.
After Allegra and I said our goodbyes, I fetched my things, making sure everything was packed. I didn’t live far away at all, like 2 ½ blocks down, but I guess no neighborhood not matter how nice is safe to travel alone in the evening.
Butt up and head down, I bent over, trying to squeeze everything in my bag. There was this one section that just wouldn’t zip. It was stuffed to the max. I thought I heard something behind me but I was too focused on this. If Allegra wants to make a joke about how silly I look, so be it. I placed the bag between my legs as I pushed down with one hand and tried to zip with the other. Once it finally fit, I stood up straight, and flung my hair back. I turned around and to my surprise, I saw Mr. Leto there leaning against the wall.
might i request a reddie fic where the other losers come up with some sort of elaborate plan to get them together? always a sucker for one of those
Sorry this took me so long, I had a busy week, but here you go, I hope you like it :))
Pairing: Richie x Eddie
It was obvious. To everyone, except
those two morons.
The small group of outcasts that had
formed during a time of fear and desperation had grown together a lot
in the past few years, especially two of them and it was a mystery to
the rest of them why they didn’t already get together.
Sometimes the tension was unbearable.
The sweet looks, the jokes, the banters and the occasional cute
It was time someone did something. And
how life sometimes goes, “ask and you shall receive”, the perfect
opportunity was just around the corner.
It was around the end of october and
naturally everyone was busy planing the perfect Halloween party.
Everyone had something to do. Bill and Stan were responsible for the
food, Mike could provide the location (they could use the old barn
that belonged to his grandpa) and Beverly and Ben helped him clean up
the place, which took them a full week and Richie, together with
Eddie, was responsible for the decorations. It was no coincidence
that they were grouped together for this job.
Eventually the big night came around.
It was already dark outside when the
last of the group arrived. Eddie and Richie had done a phenomenal job
decorating the barn. There were spiderwebs everywhere, a plastic
skeleton sitting on a haystack, fairy lights everywhere and they had
put pumpkins along the walls that the losers had carved out
They had put a few haystacks in the
middle of the barn so they could sit comfortably, blankets and
pillows were laying around. A sweet smell of candy apples, pumpkin
pie and old wine was filling the air.
“There you are!” Beverly walked
towards Bill to welcome him “What took you so long?”
“S-sorry, I almost f-f-forgot
something at home.” He gave her a meaningful look and a huge grin
spread across her face.
“Put it in my back pack.” she
looked at Richie and Eddie who were having a heated discussion about
allergies. Eddie insisted that the reason why he was sneezing non
stop was because of the hay, Richie thought that it was just a cold.
“This is gonna be so good.”
He smiled back. It was going to be “so
good” he was sure of that. It was a bulletproof plan.
They all sat down and the night went by
while they were sharing food, stories, laughs and a lot of drinks.
Bill told them about that one time he’d
been to Bangor with his parents to see a therapist about his
stuttering and the guy made him read out loud to improve his flow of
words. The problem wasn’t the reading, it was the books. The guy was
a radical environmentalist. One of the classics he read with the kids
was “Dead Whales Can’t Wave Back”. Bill couldn’t even get out a
murmured “What the fuck” before his mother dragged him outside of
Richie could barely breath from
laughter “Are you sure the book wasn’t about Eddies mom?” Eddie
elbowed him hard “Dude!”
It took Richie another minute to calm
“But do you guys know about the one
time Eddie came home wit a hickey and his mom thought he was having
some fucked up skin disease?”
“Beep-beep, Richie!” Eddie shot him
a warning look. There had been a reason why they never told that
story. But now it was too late, he had sparked the others interest
and they wouldn’t leave Richie alone until he finished his story.
“Who gave Eddie that hickey?” Stan
asked and Richie, who hadn’t thought about the inevitably of that
question, went dead silent.
“I uh…I don’t know…” he managed
“Come o-on Rich, don’t lie to us, you
know e-e-everything about Eddie. You even know w-what kind of
toothpaste h-he uses!” Bill laughed.
“That was just because he asked me to
–“ Richie tried to explain himself and to change the subject. It
was no use.
“Tell us Richie!”
“Yeah don’t be a chicken!”
“We’ll find out one way or another!”
“OK, ok!” Richie snapped, a
defeated look on his face.
“I did, ok? I gave him that hickey.
But just because he wanted to know how it feels like and, well, I
didn’t see anything wrong with helping out a friend.” He crossed
his arms in front of his chest like he was going to say “So what,
now you have the truth, what are you going to do about it?”
But he didn’t say anything. Eddie was
Mike was the first one to speak up.
“Well, yeah there’s nothing wrong with helping out a…friend.”
The others nodded, not wanting to make the two feel uncomfortable.
The last think they wanted was to make them feel unsafe in their
“So…” Ben started “how did your
mom react?” Eddie relaxed a bit.
“She almost lost her mind, she
thought I’m going to die or something.” He let out a laugh. “She
dragged me to ER and the nurse was laughing so hard, I thought she
might choke. When she finally told my mom what it was, she looked at
me like I just told her I would live on a landfill from now on. And
then she just left without saying a single word.” He laughed even
harder “Sometimes I really don’t know what’s wrong with her.”
The others started to laugh as well,
they all knew Eddies mom. She was a weird woman but she always made
for hilarious stories.
“You know what we should do?”
Beverly said, standing up and getting her backpack. “We should play
a game.” Richie and Eddie didn’t even notice the secret smiles and
the knowing glances that were exchanged among the others.
“I hope it’s not a jigsaw puzzle”
Richie laughed “Am I right Eds?” Eddie rolled his eyes and tried
to suppress a smile.
“We’re going to play seven minutes in
heaven” Beverly stated, ignoring Richie’s comment while searching
her backpack. Finally she took out a small box.
“And I think, that after sharing that
cute little story with us, Richie should go first.”
He shot Eddie a quick glance before he
stood up to take a small piece of paper out of the box.
He turned it around so the others could
see it too, an unnecessary gesture, they all knew which name he was
going to pick out of the box, there was only one name written on all
the pieces of paper, but they had to keep up the act.
“Well, have fun you two!” Beverly
chimed as she pushed Richie and Eddie into a small chamber with old
farming equipment that wasn’t used anymore.
She shut the door “Seven minutes,
don’t get too wild in there!”
It was dark and dusty. Eddie sneezed.
“Shut up Richie!”
“Why so grumpy?”
Eddie didn’t answer right away. He
didn’t know. Maybe it was because of the story Richie had told. It
just seemed that there was something about his feelings towards his
best friend he couldn’t quit understand and that he was afraid of. He
was afraid that it was more than sympathy he felt for Richie. He was
afraid that Richie would reject him, maybe even start to avoid him.
“I…I don’t know Richie…”
What Eddie didn’t know, was that Richie
was having similar thoughts and fears. But Richie didn’t want to see
Eddie upset. He would never want to see him like this especially if
it was his fault. Maybe he shouldn’t have told that story.
“I’m sorry, Eddie. I didn’t want to –
“It’s ok, you don’t have to be
Richie’s hand was searching for Eddies
in the dark. When he found it, it was cold. He pulled Eddie closer to
warm him up. Eddie didn’t pull back, to Richie’s surprise he moved
closer. Richie ran his fingers through Eddies soft hair.
“I am sorry if I upset you somehow.”
“You don’t upset me…you
just…frustrate me sometimes.” Eddie took a deep breath. “Because,
sometimes, I just want to be close to you and I don’t know if it’s
right? You know? I don’t know if what I’m feeling is ok? And I’m
sorry if that makes you uncomfortable but I really, really like you
and I don’t want to lose you, ever!”
Richie wasn’t expecting this. He didn’t
have the time to think this over and he didn’t need to. He pulled
Eddies face closer and planted a soft kiss on his lips. It took a few
seconds for Eddie to relax. Then he placed his hand on Richie’s cheek
and returned the kiss. He didn’t know how this happened but he didn’t
care. This was what he’d longed for for so long without even knowing
it. He finally felt like he was home. Here in the dark in Richie’s
They pulled away. Both were smiling and
blushing but neither of them could see it.
Richie finally interrupted the silence.
“Do you think they set us up?”
“Yeah I’m pretty sure.”
“Should we tell them?”
“Nah, let’s make them wait a little
Both giggled when Beverly opened the
door with slight disappointed on her face when she saw that
apparently nothing happened.
She needs a second job and The Library needs a barista. Who knew she would end up with more than free coffee…
The first time Emma Swan tastes coffee, she is six. Her foster mom leaves a cup unattended as she goes to answer the phone (one of those old kinds with the long, twirling cords that is attached to the wall). It’s bitter. And hot. It burns her tongue and she hates it.
When she is 14 it becomes cool to hang out at the coffee shop, drinking beverages that are more milk than anything else. She has a crush on the barista with the blue streak in his hair. He kisses her behind the store. He tastes like cigarettes. He asks her out on a date but doesn’t turn up at the fair.
She hates coffee again.
At 16, she meets Neal. He takes her to an empty fairground and buys her coffee. (The irony is not lost on her.) She sips and listens as he talks of home and wanting; she falls for him a little after only knowing him for a few hours. He’s real and vital and understands what it’s like: being alone. Feeling lost.
(She should have known it wouldn’t last. Then she’s alone again.)
Years later and it’s become her drug of choice on those cold nights where she needs to stay awake. Bail bonds isn’t glamorous, but it can be lucrative. It’s just unpredictable. Coffee… well, it isn’t. Even the instant kind that clings to the back of your throat has a strange kind of comfort when it’s 4 am and you’ve stared at the same door for six hours.