#Eddie gonna go out and adopt a bear one day

[eddiediazismyhusband]

So for this hc thing...how would they spend birthdays? All 3 of buck, eddie and Chris birthday?. I have it in my head that someday on bucks birthday Chris and eddie will make him breakfast in bed and Chris will give him this giant wrapped box that's really light, and inside that is another box and so on, until eventually buck finds an envelope with adoption papers. Yes I know I'm cheesy

okay anon first im gonna need you to write that fanfic and send it to me immediately because that is absolutely adorable… NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR CHEESY BUDDIE FLUFF I EAT IT UP ALL THE TIME

as for birthday headcanon, I have to think about those because for some reason i’ve never given much thought to birthdays specifically?? ive headcanoned so many other things about them but have never given this one much thought aside from what days their birthdays are lmao

so please bear with me as these are not super in depth but just little things i could see them doing ✨

- i think that for a long time (especially after maddie left) buck didn’t like celebrating his birthday, and even to an extent now he doesn’t like to make a big deal out of it, but early on in his friendship with eddie, chris asked when buck’s birthday was and got so excited to celebrate with buck that now that buck and edsie are married, they always do a big celebration with just the three of them; chris and eddie bringing him breakfast in bed, Chris still makes a homemade card for buck, even as a teenager, and when it falls on weekdays when chris has to go to school, buck and eddie spend the day curled up in bed cuddling and talking… eddie has also grown accustomed to taking buck to dinner for his birthday— nothing to fancy, but they enjoy having a date night just the two if them for the occasion. It’s the only reason buck no longer hates his birthday.

- Eddie’s birthday is the same level of big deal for buck and christopher, only Buck ramps up the birthday breakfast to the extreme. Everything else is pretty much the same as buck’s birthday, but for eddie.

- Buck slowly warmed up to the idea of doing something with the 118 for his birthday at Bobby and Athena’s after a few years of working there, and now it is a staple event each year.

- Buck goes all out trying to throw the biggest and best birthday parties for Chris, but as Chris gets older the more he wants a more laidback party with his closest friends rather than a big celebration like when he was younger. He misses the days if a huge party, but is still more than happy to follow Chris’s wishes every year.

- Eddie collects newspaper headlines from each of chris’s birthdays. It was something abuela started with eddie and his sisters, and while he was in the army, he asked if she would start doing the same for chris. Buck never noticed until more recently, and he began doing the same.

- For Buck’s first birthday after their wedding, Eddie gifts him with a small ring on a chain- telling him it was made from the bullet from the sniper— the st christopher emblem is engraved on top of the ring, and buck wears it around his neck

- Buck insists on giving eddie a kiss for every year he’s been alive on his birthday

- eddie proposed to buck on chris’s birthday after asking what chris wanted for his birthday and he said “i want buck to be my other dad”

- chris has a scrapbook that shannon started for him with every birthday card he’s ever gotten— he kept it up after she died, and eddie didn’t find out about it until chris asked if they could buy another scrapbook for him to continue

- Eddie and Chris visit Shannon’s grave every year on Chris’s birthday, Eddie giving him some alone time to talk to her; they also visit for her birthday every year, Chris insisting on leaving her favorite flowers

thank you for the ask, anon! and again I’m sorry it took me so long to reply to this one 😭😭💕💕

[caseyqdilla]

Staycation Extravaganza

A/N: Listen, @oneforthemunny this wasn't supposed to be an angst thing, but my brain just went there okay. IM SORRY (I couldn't bear leaving them that way though soo I definitely have it ending in fluff.)

CW: Slight angst, fluff, and a little bit of hinting of smut at the end there, but nothing happens. Ends in fluff as promised though!

Finding out you were pregnant after you adopted Ollie wasn’t in your plan, but you and Eddie were excited nonetheless. Or you were until you figured out that you were going to be a hormonal mess your first trimester. You hated it, Eddie felt like he had to walk on eggshells around you and you found yourself getting agitated at the smallest things that normally wouldn’t have bothered you. It all came to a head one day as you’re laying on the couch; you’d come home early for the day with a splitting headache and having gotten way more irritated than you meant to with your class. Eddie had heard you in the classroom and pulled you aside when they went for lunch. 

“Sweetheart, I think you should go home. School’s almost out for the day and I’m sure they can get someone to sit with them for a little while.” as delicately as he could, trying not to set you off. You knew he was just trying to help, but you just got teary-eyed and your lip started wobbling. “No, no baby, don't cry! I’m just worried about you sweetheart. Please don’t cry.” but it was too late, you were already nearing hysterics. You hated this, you were an emotional person already, but you were used to being in control of them, not them controlling you. 

“Y-you’re right, I should go home…I probably am making them miserable.” you stuttered out between sobs. It broke Eddie’s heart seeing you so sad, but he knew (well he hoped to whatever deity would listen) that it was only temporary and would be over after your first trimester. 

“Baby, you’re not making anyone miserable, you just have a headache and having to stand most of the day probably isn’t helping.” he tried to reason with you. You nodded slightly and made your way to the principal’s office to let them know you needed to leave due to your condition, as you’ve taken to calling your over-emotional state. Knowing it wasn’t normally like you to call out or leave early just because they were very understanding. 

Coming home you grabbed an ice pack and a towel to wrap it up in so you could lay down on the couch. You’ve never felt less like yourself than you have during your first trimester. You’d fallen into an uncomfortable sleep. 

Ollie had come home when Eddie was done and was eager to talk to you as he did every day after school; except today you were unusually snappy today. You were getting irritated so easily and finally snapped when he was trying to get your attention. 

“And then- mom, are you listening? Mommy?” 

“Ollie, I’m listening.” you’d responded in a terse tone, which did not go unnoticed by Ollie or Eddie. Ollie quickly receded into himself which broke Eddie’s heart as well as your own. You went to say something else, but Ollie had run off to his room quickly shutting the door. Guilt took over your mind, “Oh god, I ruined everything; he’s gonna hate me so much now.” you sobbed out dropping your head into your hands. 

“Sweetheart, he isn’t going to hate you, we just have to explain to him what’s happening.” Eddie tried to console you, unsure if you wanted physical contact he went with verbal reassurance waiting for you to make the next move if you wanted him to hold you or stroke your back. You sniffled as your sobs stopped. 

“Eddie, I think you and Ollie should go. M-” before you could finish your sentence, Eddie panicked and began to rattle off. 

“Sweetheart, i-it’s okay, we don’t need to leave; I- I promise that it isn’t -” tears having welled up in his eyes in his panic, thinking you wanted him to leave an that you changed your mind about having his baby; you immediately start to sooth his anxieties, cursing yourself knowing you should have worded it better. 

“Baby, baby! I didn’t mean to leave for good. Baby I never want to get rid of you or Ollie, I love you both so so much I just meant for a weekend; maybe just until the end of my first trimester since I only have a few more days.” 

He calmed rather quickly, thankful you hadn’t suddenly changed your mind after having to deal with these big emotional changes that you weren’t able to control.

“Maybe you and Ollie can go on a trip with Wayne?” you suggested.

Eddie mulled it over, “Yeah, I think taking Ollie to see Wayne would be a good idea. He’s been itching to see him more and I think he has this weeknd off actually.” he smiled at the thought of Wayne and Ollie having this time together, “I doubt he’s gonna wanna go on a trip though”, he huffed a small laugh, “maybe we could have a staycation. Ollie and I can grab a bunch of movies, snacks, games, and all that jazz.” you gave a watery smile nodding and thinking about how much fun he would have with Wayne and Eddie; without you. You shook those thoughts away as quickly as they approached, it would just be a few days and you needed this just as much as they probably would enjoy seeing Wayne for those days. As Eddie went to call Wayne and make sure he was okay with the idea (which of course he was; as he put it, “Boy why are you asking to bring me my grandson? You never have to ask.”) you went to Ollie’s room and knocked gently to ask permission to come in; you swore as soon as you’d become a parent that you were not above apologizing when you messed up, even if it was something out of your control like this. 

“Come in.” his quiet reply came and you tentatively opened the door. 

“Hey Ollie-pop, can I talk to you?” he nodded and you sat down gently beside him, he curled up shifting away from you slightly and it took all your power not to burst into tears right then and there. “Lovebug, I am so sorry for how I spoke to you. I know that it sounded like I wasn’t excited to see or talk to you, but I want you to know that how I spoke has absolutely nothing to do with you.” he nodded to you, but refused to meet your eyes so you finished up, “I hope you can forgive me Ollie, but I also want you to know that it’s okay to feel big emotions so if you are upset with me I will understand and we can talk about it if and when you want to, okay?” It was hard not to scoop him up in your arms and hug him, but you knew this was a big moment for you two. You knew that you needed to let him make the next step when he was ready. With that you told him goodnight and that you loved him, which thankfully he did respond in kind you think if he hadn’t you’d have sobbed all the way to your room. 

The next day Eddie and Ollie had woken up before you and rather than wake you up, knowing how rough a day you had yesterday Eddie gave you a gentle kiss on the head and left you a note letting you know they’d gone to Wayne’s. Ollie was still a little upset by yesterday’s events, but as soon as he saw Wayne’s smiling face he ran into his grandpa’s arms giggling when he swung him around in his embrace. 

“I missed you so much boy!” he said as he put Ollie down and not knowing what happened yesterday curiously asked, “Where’s mom at bud?” he got quiet and walked past Wayne to go to his toys that he kept there leaving a confused Wayne and Eddie to explain what happened. 

After he finished telling Wayne about it, he asked “What am I going to do Wayne? What if it isn’t any easier for her after the first trimester? What if her mood swings get worse??” 

Wayne put a firm hand on his shoulder, “Eddie, you married her cause she’s a strong woman. She will get through this, you just have to be there to support her. I know you’re doing what you can so don’t worry. As for Ollie-pop, let me talk to him while you make us dinner.” he smiled and clapped Eddie on the shoulder as he stood. 

Eddie laughed, “Is that why you let me tag along? Maid service?” 

“You remember how you were in highschool? Of course I’m collecting maid services now that you’ve got it together a little and your woman whipped you into shape a little! It was like living with a feral raccoon most of the time.” 

Eddie barked out a laugh as he made his way to the kitchen to make something he knew Ollie would like and Wayne made his way to Ollie. 

“Hey buddy, wanna go play outside? I can throw the ball around with you for a little?” Ollie’s eyes lit up and he raced outside. He vaguely heard Eddie grumbling about turning his baby boy into a jock; which got a snort out of Wayne. “Shush you.” 

They had been throwing the ball around when Ollie had seen some other kids playing in the trailer park with their mom and he suddenly got sad again. Wayne noticed and had him come sit next to him on the bench in the middle of the park. “What’s wrong Ollie?” he asked, knowing but also wanting to hear what’s going through his mind. 

“I think mom hates me.” he sniffled as tears started rolling down his cheeks. It broke Wayne’s heart and he couldn’t even imagine how it would have affected you; especially with your hormones being played like a yo-yo. 

Wayne pulled Ollie into his lap and rocked him back and forth slightly as he let him cry. When his tears started to dwindle away, Wayne pulled away a little so he could look Ollie in the face. “Ollie, you mom doesn’t hate you. She adores you, you’re her favorite person in the whole world; don’t tell your dad though, I don’t think he could handle it.” Ollie giggled, which had Wayne smiling. “She’s going through some changes, nothin’ that you’ve done is the cause of any of those changes you hear me?” he waited for the boy to nod in understanding before continuing. “You remember how they told you you’d be having a little brother or sister?” 

“Yes sir, mommy and daddy were so excited and I can’t wait to have a sibling! But what if they don’t want me after?” The statement took Wayne back to when Eddie was a little boy, how dejected he was when he was left with him feeling unwanted and terrified being without his mom. He knew there had to be an underlying reason your tone had a bigger impact on him. You and Eddie have had to be a little strict with him on certain things and he never closed himself off like this during those times and Wayne understood it now as fear. He was afraid of losing you two, afraid that you’d get the newest addition to your family and think that he was just too much to handle with the baby. He wrapped the young boy in a tight hug. “If I know anything about your mom and dad; and I’ve known your daddy since he was a little thing just like you,” he ruffled his hair affectionately eliciting a giggle from him, “and I’ve known your mom for quite a while, I know that they love with all their hearts. Let me tell you, the first time they met you and came to tell me all about you, they were already so in love with you bud. They knew right after that they wanted you as their son.” Wayne saw the tears forming in the little boy’s eyes and a small smile stretching across his lips. “A lot of people are born in unfortunate circumstances, your dad was one of them, but very few of them are lucky enough to say that their family chose them.” Ollie launched himself at his grandpa and buried his face in his chest. 

As if on cue to offer some comedic relief, Eddie; sweet Eddie, bursts through the trailer door followed by a plume of dark smoke coughing and shutting the door as quickly as he could lest Wayne see. However, nothing escapes his watchful eye. He drops his head to Ollie’s little shoulder as he stands up laughing at his dad’s antics. 

“How about we go to Benny’s or order pizza?” Eddie offers up bashfully. 

“Let’s go to Benny’s. Open that door boy, get that smoke out of there.” he says shaking his head as they pile into the van. As they leave they stop and Wayne asks one of his friends to watch the trailer and if they can “get that damn smoke out of there”. His friend laughs and asks if it was Eddie or the little man, which Eddie definitely doesn’t blame Ollie; nope he would never do that. Ollie looks at his dad with his mouth agape and playfully glares at his dad. 

After they have dinner and make their way back, luckily the house is void of smoke. Thus begins their weekend of fun and relaxation; you were always at the back of their minds, but they knew you needed this time alone even if you didn’t particularly want it. 

They had a blast playing whatever Ollie’s little heart desired whether it be board games, sports (much to Eddie’s dismay), or even a one shot campaign Eddie threw together, the guys were ecstatic that Ollie had started showing an interest in DND. 

By the end of the weekend extravaganza, Eddie and Ollie were ready to get back to you; you were so ready for your family back too, finally feeling more like yourself. You were glad that you got to have some time to try and reason with the little being that you were growing, “Come on little one, I need to still be there for your big bro and your daddy. You’ve gotta let me function somewhat normally love bite.” you’d pleaded with your little peanut that had begun to show a little while your boys were gone. You were so excited for Eddie to see and you were anxious to see Ollie, hoping that he was able to forgive you and that Eddie was right and he didn’t hate you; which you knew in the back of your mind that he didn’t, but that’s never stopped your worry-goblin from running amok in your mind. 

You’d been cleaning up after having made dinner. You'd made Ollie and Eddie’s favorite, dino nuggies with mac and cheese; even if the smell of the artificial cheese made you want to lose what you’d eaten prior to your making dinner. You would suffer through for your boys, you love them so much and this weekend without them just solidified that even more. As you finished up the last pot and got the plates down ready to have dinner with your family, you’d heard the van door shut and excitedly put the plates down on the counter by the stove and rushed to the door, meeting them as it opened. 

“My boys are home!” you’d exclaimed as they entered, Eddie was the first to greet you with a big hug and a gentle kiss. Once he pulled back, he grabbed the bags they’d taken to Wayne’s and went to the laundry room, wanting to give you a few minutes with Ollie; knowing you needed it as much as he did. (However, he did notice your belly had begun to show and he would most certainly be addressing that after Ollie went to bed. Fuck, he fell in love with you all over again. He also really hoped you were feeling like your old self a little cause, damn seeing that he was definitely hornier than a prepubescent teenager.) 

Ollie was standing where Eddie had just been, you crouched down to his height, “Hey my Ollie-pop, how are you baby?” Eagerly he launched himself at you, as gently as he could as to not hurt his little brother or sister. “I’m sorry mommy.” he sniffled as he hugged you tightly. 

You pulled away with a confused expression, “Lovebug why on earth are you sorry?”

“Before we left I never said goodnight…” 

“Lovebug that’s okay, you were processing some big emotions I’m sure. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about anyway. Nothing was your fault baby boy I promise.” you pulled him into a gentle hug and squeezed him close. “I just hope you can forgive me sweet boy, I never meant to hurt you in any way. I would never hurt you on purpose baby.” 

He smiled and squeezed you back gently, “It’s okay mommy, I forgive you. Grandpa Wayne helped me with my big emotions.” your heart soared knowing Wayne did that for you, he’s such a great grandpa; the big ‘ol softy. 

With you and Ollie being able to talk about things and you explain in more detail as to why you’d been so emotional he understood better. You tried not to be too graphic, he is just a kid after all. You also wanted to make sure that you used phrasing you knew he’d understand, which it seems like you hit your mark as he nodded and asked questions where he needed to. By the time Eddie had come back from starting the load of laundry they’d brought back it was time for you all to eat dinner.  

“I made your favorite you guys!” you’d excitedly told them and loved the way their eyes lit up at the same time, rushing to the kitchen. Eddie paused, letting Ollie prepare his own plate (you guys had gotten a small step ladder that he could use so he could become a little more independent, which was bittersweet for you both honestly) and he stepped back to hold you, your back to his chest. 

“I’ve missed you so much baby.” he whispered in your ear, placing a gentle kiss on your neck right below your ear. Before you could respond he continued with a slight growl in his voice low enough for only you to hear, “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you’re showing baby. You look so fucking amazing.” it must have had the desired effect as you felt him smirk when your knees buckled slightly. You’re not even sure why it got you that way, but you’d just blame the hormones for now and address it later. Eddie then pulled away from you to go get some of the delicious smelling dinner you’d made and you followed shortly after him then you all sat chatting and eating as the happy little family that you were. After dinner you all piled on the couch to watch a movie that Ollie picked out, but as anticipated he didn’t even make it a quarter of the way through. You and Eddie shared a fond look as he picked up your sleeping boy and took him to his room so he could sleep comfortably. 

Once he was tucked away safely in bed you both got ready and snuggled in bed together, any plans of debauchery squashed as you just missed being in one another’s embrace. 

“How are you feeling baby? Any better now that you’re out of the first trimester?” he asked curiously. You smiled as you ran your fingers through his beautiful locks, “Yeah baby, I feel so much more like myself now. Me and the little peanut had a heart to heart and I think she got the message.” before you realized what you’d said Eddie’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. 

“She”, he whispered in awe, tears starting to brim his beautiful chocolate eyes. You mentally cursed yourself, your doctor had called on Friday when you came home from work and let you know the gender since it was time and you’d done the blood test to find out as soon as possible. You really wanted to make a huge surprise for Eddie and present him with the wonderful knowledge that you both were having a baby girl, but your pregnancy brain apparently had another thing in mind. You smiled sheepishly as tears formed in your eyes as well nodding your head slightly, “Yeah baby, she.” 

You’d make a super special announcement for everyone later, right now this is all that mattered. You being in each other’s arms; that’s how you fell asleep that night, embraced in one another’s arms and slightly teary-eyed from the good news.

[mermaid-trash]

How would dano riddler react to his s/o wanting to adopt young teenager from orphanage?😭💗

😭😭😭 thanks for making me cry anon 💚

This would probably break Eddie

Like if you told him that this is what you wanted, he'd by crying and shaking and also proposing on the spot

And he thought he couldn't be any more in love with you 🥺

But in practice, this would probably freak him out a bit

He's like wtf do I have in common with a 12 year old???

Has no idea how to talk to them, but he would do anything for them from the minute they first meet

(bear in mind that I have no idea how the adoption procedure works lmao)

Your first meeting with the kid is difficult, the kids like anxious and defensive and Eddie is panicking silently

You're like trying to get them to talk to each other but they're too scared of each other

Then after a while the kid spots Eddie's book of sudokus peeking out of your bag and asks "what's that?"

So Eddie spends an hour teaching them how to solve sudokus! And they bond immediately

Eddie lets them take the book back to the orphanage with them after the first day

And he's unbelievably proud when the next time you see the kid, he's got a different book because he finished the last one!

Like honestly I think Eddie's kid is always gonna be a genius, even if they're not biologically his 😭

You and Eddie both fall in love with this kid and when you finally get to take them home you're ecstatic

Eddie eventually telling them that he also grew up in the orphanage

And being pleased when he finds they didn't go through the same abuse that he had from the nuns

Teaching the kid riddles and pretending to struggle to solve the ones they come up with

The two of them create their own code language to communicate in secret for sure

The first time they call Eddie dad?

His eyes are wide and he's trying not to seem bothered, but as soon as he leaves the room he's sobbing

[bumblebee-be]

this is my family- it’s little and broken but still good

Eddie Diaz/Evan “Buck” Buckley | 3k | General Audiences | ao3

This is 110% inspired by Lilo and Stitch and a concept in Hawaiian culture called Hānai family. Turns out, Disney movies can lead to emotional revelations and Christopher knows Exactly What He Is Doing.

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Hānai family: Hānai is a term used in the Hawaiian culture that refers to the informal adoption of one person by another. It can be used as an adjective, such as "hānai child", or as a verb to hānai someone into the family.

This is so entirely self-indulgent, I've lived in Hawaii my entire life and 99% of the people I consider my family aren't blood. It's a very very important part of life here and fits the Diaz-Buckley's so well.

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It starts with a movie night.

It’s not anything abnormal- Christopher tucked between Eddie and Buck while some Disney movie plays on the TV and Eddie tries to force himself to watch the screen rather than Buck and his son. He usually gives up before the movie is halfway done and allows himself the small luxury of simply watching as his son drifts further from him and curls deeper into Buck’s side. You’d think Eddie would be jealous- plenty of parents would be at this implication that their child is choosing someone else over them. But- Eddie really can’t blame the kid. There’s been plenty of times that Eddie has been jealous, only it was over Christopher for being held so close by Buck. Mostly, though, Eddie just feels a nearly suffocating sense of love, blooming warm and fuzzy in his chest and spreading through his veins like liquid sunshine.

It’s become a regular occurrence the past few months, these movie nights. It started off mainly happening after particularly rough shifts, when both Buck and Eddie needed the specific sort of comfort that comes from being safe and together with the people they love.

The first time was really an accident- Buck had lost someone on call and Eddie didn’t feel right separating from him after their shift, so he insisted Buck come over to see Christopher and have dinner. Buck had tried to refuse, saying he wasn’t in the right headspace to be allowed around Eddie’s kid.

That idea- that Christopher would ever not be completely and wholly delighted and comforted to see Buck- shook Eddie to his core. It wasn’t that Buck didn’t think Eddie trusted him, no, it was that Buck didn’t trust himself. Eddie had set a firm hand on his shoulder, fingers drifting to direct Buck’s face towards his and looked him in the eye when he said, “That’s why you need to be around him. He loves you so much and he needs to see that sometimes you’re not always going to be alright, but that you’ll always be there.”

Buck had swallowed hard, nearly trembling under Eddie’s touch, and just nodded.

Christopher knew immediately that something was wrong, in the way that kids intuitively do, but Eddie could see that as soon as Buck entered the house, he seemed to lighten. When Christopher asked what was wrong, Buck had only smiled, swung him up into a bear hug, and shook his head, whispering, “Nothing now.”

Eddie thinks that’s the moment he realized that oh, he’s completely and entirely in love with Evan Buckley and, simultaneously, he is so fucked.

After dinner, Christopher had begged for them to watch a movie and neither Buck nor Eddie had the willpower to say no.

It became a fairly normal thing after that, movie nights after rough shifts or bad days. Now it’s pretty much weekly.

So, last night, several months after that initial movie night, Christopher had announced they were gonna watch Lilo and Stitch and, as per usual, Buck and Eddie were happy to let him take the lead. 

They had designated roles now: Christopher would choose and turn on the movie, Eddie would make the popcorn, and Buck would pull their two fuzzy blankets out of the drawer they were normally kept in. They’d convene in the living room five minutes later and set themselves up, Christopher settling in between the two men and the popcorn placed on his lap, the blankets beside Buck for later when they finished the popcorn and Christopher got tired and cuddly. (Buck also gets very affectionate when he’s tired but continues to stoutly deny it.)

Eddie was too tired last night to even pretend to watch the movie. He and Buck’s shift had taken a toll on them both and Buck was holding Christopher close, tilting his head down to rest his cheek against the top of Christopher’s head, his eyes closed for so long that Eddie thought he might’ve already fallen asleep not ten minutes into the movie. Then Christopher squirmed a little and Buck immediately shifted, giving the kid a bit more space and blinking as he focused on the screen. Eddie’s heart clenched as Christopher set the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and brought his legs up, leaning against Buck.

Buck’s arm stretched out across the back of the couch, his fingertips brushing Eddie’s shoulder lightly to get his attention. Eddie swallowed hard, pulling his gaze off Christopher and lifting it to look at Buck. Buck’s eyebrows were scrunched in concern, his eyes burning into Eddie as he mouthed, You alright?

Eddie smiled softly, lifting his own hand to squeeze Buck’s fingers- just a brief, casual movement- and nodding Yes. Because he always is, when he’s with Christopher and Buck. When he gets to fully see just how much Buck means to them both, how easily and seamlessly he fits into their lives. Sometimes it makes Eddie wonder if he could have more. His heart aches with it, every molecule of his being always yearning to be nearer Buck, in every way. But- no. What they have right now is good. It’s safe. It’s not worth risking.

“You guys aren’t even watching the movie,” Christopher complained suddenly, breaking the strange trance stretching between Buck and Eddie. They both laughed softly and muttered an apology, each turning their attention to the TV. Eddie didn’t even last a full ten minutes until his focus was drifting back to his boys.

When the movie ended and they were all cleaning up, Christopher stopped suddenly, a strange expression on his face as he stared at the DVD case. Eddie and Buck exchanged a glance, both frowning, and Eddie nodded for Buck to go ahead.

“Hey.” Buck squatted down beside Christopher, his voice gentle. “Everything alright, kiddo?”

Christopher hesitated a moment, brow pinched. Then he looked Buck dead in the eyes and asked, “Do you think Lilo missed her parents? Was it- was it wrong to replace them with Nani and David?”

Eddie and Buck each froze. Eddie felt almost as if he couldn’t breathe. This happens a lot, whenever the idea of Christopher losing him comes up. It makes Eddie panic like nearly nothing else, the idea that he could leave his child on his own. He wouldn’t be on his own, Eddie told himself. He’ll have Buck.

Buck, for his part, swallowed hard, set a hand on Christopher’s shoulder, and shook his head. “She didn’t replace them, buddy. They’re her parents. That’s not something replaceable. She just- built a new family. There’s nothing wrong with that, and I’m sure it’s what her parents would want.”

Christopher thought for a moment, then nodded. “Okay.”

And that was that.

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The morning of their next shift, Buck walks into the loft and promptly flops himself onto the couch beside Eddie, announcing, “I did some research,” in lieu of a greeting.

“Morning to you too, Buck,” Hen says, not even looking up from her book. Chim, reading over her shoulder, raises a hand in greeting.

Eddie just raises an eyebrow as Buck shifts, lifting his feet and nudging Eddie’s wrist with the toe of his boot until Eddie lifts his arms, holding two cups of coffee, and Buck can stretch his legs across Eddie’s lap. Eddie passes Buck one of the mugs of coffee and Buck takes a long sip, raising his eyebrows expectantly.

“Okay, I’ll bite,” Eddie sighs after a couple moments, resting the hand not holding his own coffee on Buck’s ankle, slipping his fingers under the cuff and absentmindedly rubbing circles in Buck’s skin. “What did you research?” Chim and Hen exchange a glance and Hen sets her book down.

Buck’s face lights up and he reaches over to set his cup down on the table. “So remember how we watched Lilo and Stitch? Well Christopher’s question after- about replacing people- got me thinking. Because it was sorta unusual, the relationship David and Lilo had, y’know? Anyway- I got home and decided to look into Hawaiian culture a bit and I found this thing called Hānai family.”

“Oh wait, I think I’ve heard of that,” Ravi chimes in, walking over from the kitchen. He braces his forearms on the back of the couch, waiting for Buck to go on. They’ve all grown accustomed to letting Buck fully explain himself when he has a new interest.

“Yeah so basically it’s from when the Native Hawaiians all lived in villages together as like a super tight-knit community.” Buck always gets so animated when talking about something new he’s learned, talking with his hands and not breaking eye contact with Eddie, his eyes bright. “And like, they didn’t exactly have ways of working around stuff like infertility right? So sometimes families with lots of kids would allow another family to basically informally adopt one. It was called Hānai families because obviously the kids still knew their actual family, but they were raised by other people. So now it’s kinda just like an informal way of saying ‘adopted family.’ Like Lilo still had her sister, but David would be her Hānai brother, because he filled in a piece of her family. So Lilo wasn’t replacing her parents or anything, it was actually a part of her culture to expand what she perceives as her family after losing them.”

Eddie feels almost as if he can’t breathe. Because- what Buck just described, this whole concept of an informal adoption, of adding to a family even if it’s not official or bonded by blood or the law- isn’t that what he and Christopher have done with Buck? What Buck has done with them? He’s always said that Buck’s practically a member of their family but this- this idea of being family in every way but blood because they choose to- the implications have stolen Eddie’s breath and voice, left him numb as he holds onto Buck’s leg and stares at him.

“Isn’t that just so cool?” Buck finishes, grinning widely. And Eddie- Eddie can’t tell what Buck’s thinking. If Buck, in his research, stumbled across this epiphany as well.

“Super cool, Buck,” Hen finally answers, Eddie still unable to form a coherent response. Chim has his face buried in his hands, shaking his head and muttering to himself.

Buck’s face falls slightly as he looks at Eddie. “Eds?”

“It’s- it’s really interesting, Buck,” Eddie chokes out, forcing a smile and squeezing Buck’s ankle. “Chris’ll love hearing about it.”

Just like that, Buck’s grin is back. “You think?”

“Absolutely. Guess I know what tonight's dinner topic is,” he teases. Already, his forced smile is feeling easier and the suffocating weight clenching his chest is lifting. “Between the two of you yammering, I won’t get a word in edgewise.”

Buck reaches over, flicking at Eddie’s ear. “You love us, shut up.”

Eddie swats at him, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

They sit there for a moment, just grinning at each other, and then the alarm bells go off and the moment is broken as they all groan and collectively get up.

Eddie swears he hears Ravi mutter a quiet, “Thank god.”

-

Eddie doesn’t realize that Buck telling Christopher about Hānai family might be a bad idea until they’re at the dinner table hours later and Christopher cocks his head, looks at Buck, and goes “Does that make you my Hānai family?”

Buck’s mouth drops open and his eyes snap to Eddie, a look of panic flashing across his face quickly. Eddie’s heart jumps to his throat and he freezes for the second time that day, staring at Buck. Christopher, for his part, looks between the two of them, a perplexed frown drawing his eyebrows together.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“N-no,” Eddie stammers out quickly, forcing himself to look at Christopher. “No, you- you’re right, Chris. He- he is like your Hānai family.” Eddie can hardly breathe as he says it, not even daring to spare a glance Buck’s way.

“That makes him yours too, Dad.”

Eddie is going to die. He’s gonna drop dead here and now from the sheer insanity of this conversation where his child is basically calling him out for baby trapping his best friend. He chokes on the words when he says, “Yeah. He is.”

“Chris,” Buck says slowly, his voice tight. “Didn’t you say you had that English presentation you wanted to practice on us?”

“Uh… yeah?” Christopher replies slowly, cocking his head.

“Why don’t you go get that?”

“Now? We’re having dinner.”

“Yeah, we could do dinner and a show,” Buck replies and Eddie can hear the smile in his voice without looking away from where he’s trying to bore holes into the table with his gaze.

“Okayyyyy,” he says uncertainly, but gets up nonetheless. Eddie waits with bated breath as the tell-tale clacking fades. His heart is racing in his chest and Jesus Christ , he might just have a panic attack right now if neither of them say something, because he cannot do this he can’t-

“You didn’t have to lie,” Buck says softly, pain sharp in his voice as it shakes. And- what? Eddie jerks his head up, frowning in Buck’s direction.

“What do you- I didn’t-”

“I didn’t mean to put you in that position,” Buck rambles on, shaking his head, face buried in his hands. “I swear, I didn’t even think that he would- I didn’t- I never- god, fuck, I’m sorry Eddie, I seriosuly didn’t mean to-”

“Buck,” Eddie cuts him off sharply, reaching out and wrapping his fingers around Buck’s wrist, tugging his hand away from where it’s pressing into his skull. He slides his hand over to the junction where Buck’s shoulder meets his neck as he lowers his arm, looking at Eddie. His eyes are bright with guilt, his brows pinched together. Eddie’s only ever seen Buck look at him like this, with this raw vulnerability that makes Eddie’s heart twist and crack, a handful of times.

“I didn’t lie, Evan,” Eddie says, his voice softer. “You’re a part of this family, you have been for years. You’re probably the most reliable, stable relationship Chris has ever had.” Buck opens his mouth to protest, but Eddie raises a hand and he stops. “I’m here now, and he knows that. But I wasn’t when he was young, and then Shannon left, and then his grandparents. You’ve never left, Buck. You might not have realized it, but the second you told me about Hānai family, it clicked for me. It might not be blood, or legal, or anything like that, but you’re his family. My family.”

“Eddie…” Buck’s voice is barely above a whisper and his fingers twist together, his gaze ducking away. “I- Eddie, I can’t,” he finally manages. It hits Eddie like a punch directly through the heart and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Oh.” Shakily, he pulls his hand away, tugging at the short strands of his own hair. “Okay.”

“No-” Buck reaches for Eddie’s arm, but Eddie instinctively pulls back. Hurt flashes across Buck’s expression as he shakes his head. “I don’t mean- I mean- you guys are my family, Eds but I can’t- I can’t do it- not like this.”

“The fuck does that even mean, Buck?” Eddie laughs incredulously, shaking his head and standing up, starting to pace. “You- you were just saying that-”

“I know,” Buck says quickly, standing up after him and stepping closer, reaching for him again. “I know and I mean it, every word, I just-”

“Just what, Evan?”

“I’m in love with you.” It comes out all at once, a jumble of words tripping over one another in such a way that Eddie’s not even sure he heard it correctly. He stops moving, staring at Buck.

His voice is hushed when he says, “You what?”

“God, Eddie, I’m sorry I’m so fucking sorry, but I can’t because it hurts way too fucking much to be yours and have you be mine but not in every way, I just- I fucking can’t because I think it would kill me Eds, I really do. You’re everything to me and I can’t fucking lose that, but I can’t- I can’t just pretend I don’t want more, not like this. I’m so in love with you that it’s actually tearing me apart and I thought it would be fine, but- you’re my family and so is Chris and I can’t fuck it up and I know, I just fucking know I will- hell, I might’ve already, but just-”

There’s something Eddie’s been wanting to do for a long time. Buck tends to ramble sometimes and years ago, Chim made some joke about needing a mute button for him. In response, Buck had just puckered his lips, grinned, and said “Come find it.”

So, Eddie does.

In the space of a breath, he’s crossed the small distance between him and Buck and grabbed either side of his face, pulling him in for a crushing kiss. Buck makes a small, shocked sound from the back of his throat, and Eddie momentarily panics. But then Buck’s fingers are on the back of his head, cradling his neck and tangling in the short hairs there, his other hand gripping Eddie’s arm as he kisses him back with the same desperation Eddie feels coursing through his own veins.

Eddie forces himself to slow them down, turning the kiss gentle and soft as he winds his fingers through Buck’s curls, soft and still slightly damp from his shower. They break apart after what feels like both an eternity and not nearly long enough, each breathing heavily as they press their foreheads together.

“For the record,” Eddie pants softly, “I love you too, you idiot.”

Buck lets out a breathless laugh, stroking his fingers down Eddie’s neck. “Good to know.”

“Took you long enough.” The two of them jerk apart from one another, simultaneously turning to stare at where Christopher stands in the doorway, watching them, “Now sit down and let me tell you about Cyrano .”

[corgiqueen14]

So I have a really crazy theory but bear with me.

You may have heard that Minear said there’d be a storyline involving a wedding. And a number of people started worrying about it being Eddie and Ana’s wedding.

But what if it was Eddie and Buck’s?

Hear me out:

Let’s say Eddie and Ana break up after the Carla dinner in 4x13. Let’s then say Eddie gets injured or has an accident at work at the end of that episode or the beginning of the next one.

Eddie’s parents call, talking about how he’s putting himself in danger and isn’t good for Chris. Eddie realizes if anything happens to him his parents get Chris and they’ll take him from LA. Eddie wants Chris to be with someone who loves him and who better than Buck?

Cue them getting married at the courthouse so Buck can adopt Chris. And since they have to try and make it seem real, Buck would move in with Eddie to make it convincing! Which could be what the 911 Twitter account was getting at when they were all “hint hint” when someone joked Buck should move in with Eddie. When you put it all together it makes a small amount of sense.

I think it’s a long shot but it could happen. I also think if it does happen I’m gonna go buy a lottery ticket the next day lol.

What do you guys think?

[backtothestart02]

Just Best Friends - 2/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: So...I completely took out the Mardon side plot and everything Harrison Wells-related that was suspicious in 1x15. I'm all here for just the relationship dynamics and messy westallen. Enjoy! FYI: Most of this chap is just scenes from the ep expanded upon, so I hope you don't mind that. Happy reading!

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Chapter 2 -

Eddie didn’t come home till late that night. Really late. Iris had gone to bed even, but the sound of him opening the door, his key in the lock, woke her from the in-and-out sleep she’d been experiencing. She expected him to come in and check on her, see if she was up, maybe tell her about his night and what had all gone on, if Barry had been of any help. She was sure he had. Maybe Eddie wouldn’t tell her that though. She had a gut feeling he wouldn’t.

At any rate, she expected him to at least come in the bedroom and say something.

He didn’t even try though. That’s when she knew that somehow she’d screwed up. He couldn’t just be tired. She heard him grab a beer from the fridge and collapse on the couch. She waited for him to come in to see her, but it never happened. She heard him sigh as he stretched out on the couch and kicked off his shoes.

She frowned and laid her head back on the pillow and waited. She waited a long time, long enough for her to get genuinely tired again and fall asleep.

When she woke up the next morning, he was gone.

There was no note, no breakfast even, nothing. She had definitely screwed up, and they needed to have a discussion pronto.

She went to work as usual, eyed Linda across the room and wondered if they would be as at odds as she and Eddie were. She focused as best she could on her work and made a point to head over to CCPD on her lunch break.

She found her dad, Barry, and Eddie all standing together. She easily hugged her dad and snuck in a nugget about wanting something to report about, but Eddie made a bee line for his desk as soon as she did, and she knew this couldn’t wait any longer. They had to talk.

Her dad and Barry made their exit, and she went straight to Eddie’s desk. Serious face on, reporter face even.

“Hey, ever since last night you’ve barely said a peep.” She took a seat on the side of his desk. “What is going on?”

“I didn’t like the way I felt watching you and Barry last night.”

At first she thought he was joking, and she cracked a grin…until it became obvious he wasn’t.

“Eddie, Barry, he’s just-”

“Like family.” He leaned forward. “I know.” He stood up. “And I know you two have a long history that predates me, but Iris, we live together. You’re my girlfriend, and someday hopefully, you’ll be more. I don’t like feeling like the odd man out every time you and Barry are together. I shouldn’t have to.”

“Eddie, Barry is always gonna be a part of my life.”

“I get that. But something’s changed between you two.”

I love you, Iris flashed before her eyes. Christmas. A confession that took her offguard. That still had her shaken to this day.

“Whatever that is,” he continued. “I am not okay with it.”

He moved past her, not attempting another word.

She sat there for a while, contemplating what he’d said and what it meant. Was he right? Had something changed between her and Barry? Did it have something to do with Barry’s confession? That had been weeks, if not months ago. It couldn’t still be affecting her like this. It shouldn’t. It wouldn’t.

She was determined to not let it. She could help whether it did or not…right?

Shaking the conversation off, she moved to leave the station. With her dad and Barry gone, along with Eddie, she had no intel for her stories and no one to eat lunch with. She might as well head back to CCPN and work through lunch. She could always snack on some food later after she’d made genuine progress.

Though how she was going to make things up to Eddie was still up in the air.

Nibbling on her bottom lip, she stepped into the elevator and rode it down to the ground floor. Then she swiftly stepped outside and headed back to Central City Picture News. One thing she could focus on was work. There was nothing she could do about Eddie right now.

…

In the car during their lunch break, Barry felt a feeling gnawing at him. Guilt? Angst? Depression? Elation? He didn’t know, but he knew he had to talk to someone about it, and with Iris the center of his thoughts, he knew Joe was his only option. His only nearby option at the moment at least. And really his best option if the past had proved anything.

“Food was good, Bear, thanks for that,” Joe said, oblivious as to what was on Barry’s mind.

“Yeah, no problem. Felt like…time.”

Joe smiled and nodded.

Barry wrapped his hand around the back of his head as they walked and Joe immediately shot him a glare, which Barry neglected to notice.

“What is it?” Joe drawled.

“What?” Barry asked, immediately letting his arm fall to his side. “Nothing. It’s…nothing.”

“Come on, Bear, it’s me. I know you’re in love with Iris. I know…” he lowered his voice. “You’re the Flash. You can talk to me.”

And he knew he could. He’d been planning on it. He was just nervous about what his answers or advice would be. He was nervous about the whole situation actually.

“All right,” he said reluctantly. “I could use some advice.”

“Lay it on me.”

“You know, just…relationship stuff.”

“Oh, like, you mean that girl, Linda?” he asked, seemingly knowing exactly what was on his mind.

“No, actually, um…” Things with her were great. As far as he knew. He worried about that for a beat. “Iris,” he clarified. “Things between us have gotten a little…complicated again.”

Joe started to laugh.

“You’re asking your adopted father for advice about being in love with his daughter, who just so happens to be dating his partner.”

Barry looked away, shaking his head. He’d known it would sound worse out loud. He’d known it. But he had to tell somebody!

“I know, I know.”

Joe couldn’t stop laughing.

“Things have gone way past complicated,” he chuckled.

Barry strode on full speed ahead.

“Sometimes me and Iris have these moments.” Flashes of the night before at the bowling alley suddenly appeared before him. Her hand on his face…and then some. “And, when I’m looking into her eyes, it’s hard not to think that she’s feeling the same way I am.”

Joe managed to put away his remaining laughter.

“Look, you already told Iris how you feel, so unless she comes out and says she feels the same way, all you can do is hold on to those moments.”

It wasn’t anything that he hadn’t expected, but he still didn’t like that advice.

“Right, yeah, I know.” He hung his head.

“I know that’s not what you wanted to hear.”

“It’s all right, Joe.” He forced a smile. “Really.”

…

At CCPN, Iris was in the middle of a report when she felt her eyes start to droop. She was badly in need of some caffeine. Luckily, the station kept some tanks on stock at all times. She got up and headed straight for them on the opposite side of the room.

There was someone else there. She didn’t recognize who it was at first, then it hit her like a sledgehammer, and she felt dread well up inside her.

“Linda.” Trying to push past the nasty feeling, she scrambled for something to say. “Last night was…fun.” Though based off the girl’s current reaction and Eddie’s earlier, she was starting to think only she and Barry had thought so.

“Mhmm,” Linda said, noncommittally.

“Oh, yeah.” She moved aside as Linda gestured to wanting something on the other end of the table she was unintentionally blocking. “Look, I just wanted to apologize…”

Linda raised her eyebrows in ironic amusement. Iris didn’t see it.

“Apologize…?” She let the question hang.

Damn, she was really going to make this hard, Iris thought. She braced herself for what would come next.

“Well, for interrupting your date with Barry.”

That was a safe apology…right?

“I…I shouldn’t have done that, and…I’m sorry.”

Linda shook her head in disbelief, the possessiveness she’d felt the night before taking hold again.

“You know, Iris, when you told me that Barry had feelings for you, I thought it was just the typical weird crap that women do to each other.”

Iris couldn’t find a response to that. It had been the truth.

“But last night I realized…what you didn’t tell me and what’s kind of irritating is that you have feelings for him too.”

She was quick to deny it.

“N-No, Linda, I mean, it’s not like that.”

Linda could not be dissuaded, however.

“One thing you’ll hear about people when you work here, Iris. It’s usually what isn’t said that’s the real story.”

Linda walked away from her, not even really a glance back as she returned to her desk. Guilt weighed heavy on Iris, as did frustration. First Eddie and now Linda? Maybe she should talk to Barry. Maybe he could clear all of this up for her. She couldn’t be the only one who didn’t see what their significant others were seeing. She and Barry had just acted…well, like them.

Right?

…

When Iris called later that afternoon, Barry had picked it up immediately. He was off work now, and besides, it was Iris. When she asked to meet him, he got even more excited. She sounded concerned on the phone, and he knew that should worry him, but for some reason it didn’t. He was just looking forward to the meeting, to her having reached out. Up until recently they hadn’t seen much of each other, so it was nice…for once.

They saw each other outside of Jitters and raised a hand to acknowledge the other’s presence. They came together and walked inside after their respective greetings, heading straight for the barista in the center of the coffee shop.

Barry leaned against the counter as their orders were made.

“So, it sounded like something was kinda bothering you on the phone. Is everything all right?”

Iris hesitated divulging everything she was feeling but decided to go straight for the plunge.

“Yeah, I mean…the other night was fun, right?”

“Yeah,” he said assuredly. “Did Eddie have a good time?”

“Yeah,” she said instantly, though from their latest conversation she knew it was the farthest thing from the truth. “Linda?”

He shrugged helplessly. He hadn’t talked to her since. He’d kind of forgotten about her until Joe brought her up actually.

“I think so.”

Uneasily, Iris sat down at a high table.

“You don’t think we were too…you know?”

Barry thought back to Iris’ finger in his mouth and her legs splayed across his spread-out ones, and his heart started to race.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. If anything, he wanted more, wish she’d have done more. Would she do more while they were together? Right now? He could barely control his heartbeat.

“Okay, good,” Iris said with a laugh.

God, what he wouldn’t give to bottle up that laughter and keep it forever. It was intoxicating to listen to.

Iris swallowed.

“Actually, no, not good.”

He frowned.

“What…do you mean?”

“Eddie has been skittish since last night. When I talked to him about it today, he…and well, Linda too actually-”

“Linda talked to you?” he asked, and she could hear the nerves in his voice.

“I started the conversation, apologized for interrupting your guys’ date.”

“You didn’t interrupt the date, Iris. Not really. I mean, we were both there. It was a double date. It was fun. It would’ve been more weird if we were right next to each other and not interacting. Trust me.”

She winced.

“Maybe…either way, after talking with Eddie, I felt like I had to apologize. And…”

“What did she say?” he cut in, unable to help himself.

She blew a lock out of her face.

“She thinks I have feelings for you, and she’s pissed about it.”

It took him a minute to respond, then finally…

“Oh.”

“Yeah…obviously it’s not true.”

“Right.”

“It’s just the way we act when we’re together.”

“Of course.”

“Eddie thinks something’s changed. And he doesn’t like it either.”

“I see.”

She caught a glance at him and saw how he wasn’t meeting her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be unloading on you. I definitely shouldn’t be venting to you about my relationship problems. You were the one who told me you were over me. This is probably really upsetting to you, and irritating. Just like Eddie and Linda.”

She started to get up. Barry was quick to reach for her hand and pull her back to the table.

“Hey, no, Iris, I’m your best friend. If you can’t tell me stuff, who can you tell?”

She looked at him a bit pathetically before biting her bottom lip, fighting for what she definitely shouldn’t be saying right now. She looked down at their hands and rubbed her thumb over his fingers.

“Thanks, Barry.”

His shoulders relaxed.

“Of course.”

“I just don’t know what to do. I love Eddie, and I respect your relationship with Linda. How do I prove to them something that they’re certain isn’t true?”

He shrugged helplessly.

“Maybe just give them time? You don’t work directly with Linda, do you? I could talk with her in the meantime, set things straight.”

“No, I don’t want to ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking me. I haven’t talked to her since last night. I’m sure one romantic night with her will put all of this to bed. Trust me.”

“And with Eddie? I live with him. I can’t just give him space. I refuse to let him sleep on the couch two nights in a row.”

“He slept on the couch last night?”

She nodded.

“I probably shouldn’t have told you that either.”

She put her head in her hands.

“God, I’m a mess.”

“Hey, no, you’re not.”

He rubbed her arms gently and she peeked through her fingers to look at him.

“Okay, maybe you’re a little bit of a mess.”

She scoffed.

“A lot bit,” she amended.

“Nah, def just a little bit.”

She snorted.

As much as he hated to suggest it, he put himself in the best friend shoes and forced the words out of his mouth.

“Why don’t you plan a romantic night with Eddie tonight too?”

She blinked. “Really?”

He nodded, forced a strained, “Yes.” He paused. “I mean, if it works for me and Linda, it should work for you two, right?”

“Right, yeah.”

She gripped both his hands and smiled gratefully.

“Thanks, Barry. I really appreciate it.”

He felt gutted, but he only nodded and smiled.

“Of course. Any time.”

[halinski]

@seik-o my fishbrain buddy, hello again, it is time, I have watched 4.02 and I am not okay so here we are. How is Buck like Derek Hale? Let me unravel the threads of destiny

Let us take the last example: Buck hides his true feelings. Now that is an obvious Derek Hale move. Sure, one can say that they don't do it in a similar way whatsoever. Buck GoldenBoy Sunshine Buckley with his smiles and charm and his whole heart aka he tricks you into thinking he has no problems whatsoever. He tricks you into thinking he's 'simple' and easily satisfied. But on the other hand doesn't Derek do that too? He just uses the other end of the spectrum. He will be an ass, he will frown and glare and threaten with all he has, for the sake of others. Let's say Derek isn't as successful, but hey, they're both in it with their HEARTS okay

(idk wtf I am typing, I have emotinns but no words halp)

Buck drops everything to help Red, a stranger. Just like he will go to ALL LENGTHS for people he sees need his help. He has mama bear instincts for Chris in the tsunami. He takes everything personally. He goes in wholeheartedly, and completely for other people.

Derek will trade his life for theirs, for Scott, for Stiles, for Jackson, for Boyd, for Erica, even for Lydia. For EVERYONE.

They both deem themselves unworthy. Of love, of appreciation. They think they have so much to prove, so much to make right. (They don't realize how much love they harbor and share and what effect it has)

They come to us ALONE, and yet yearning for family. Derek wants a brother, wants his sister, his uncle, his pack. He's a lone wolf who knows that wolves are always stronger together. Buck; Buck has no one and nothing before the 118, we hear it from him ALL the time, and yet- he adopts Bobby into the father role, in less than 3 months. He's ready. He inserts himself into the Diaz family. Just like that.

The compassion and empathy these boys have. The drive they have. And like, they hide their emotions yes, verbally, and in interactions but if you just WATCH- Holy hell, you can see their songs of sorrow and it's whole journey. They're reckless, but they're very composed when it comes to what they will say. But just look at them and you'll see how vulnerable they are. They'll cover it up quick- but the eyes.

Derek, any time he gets abused, looking up at his abuser. Buck, with the abusive therapist, with Abby, every time he's about to lose the firefighting position and the fam. The walls go up quick, especially with Buck.

Like that's the thing though, Buck is so much better at it. He's further along in the healing process. (Ofc different lives and all but like generalizing a bit). He's more healed. He's made the conscious decision to settle, to take on a stressful job, to accept people into his life. He's made his way through the world through countless jobs and places to find his place. And he's finding it. He's in the process of finding himself in it. But he's made the base. Derek is a leaf in the wind in canon. He is smakc dab in the middle of the festering wound.

So Buck is faster with the walls, better with the -push down all your feelings and be logical, be polite, figure it out, that's your job. One second you see vulnerability, then struggle, you blink and it's gone. He's steadier. I'm not saying he doesn't waver. He's far from healthy still. But if you compare it to depression, he's in the "power through" phase while Derek literally lives in burnt out ashes of his childhood home.

Buck has not yet forgive his past but he's ready to be a new person and do with what he's got. Derek is still in survival mode. But they are both golden hearted wounded souls, who wear their gigantic heart on their sleeves bc they feel the pain of the world, and have been made to feel they don't matter, that they're not enough, and that's their place- and yet still never. Stop. Trying.

You see Derek almost get killed a dozen times. Does he EVER mention giving up? Buck sues the department before anyone gets to take away his livelihood- what he sees as his life (remember, in his eyes, there is nothing else). They're all or nothing little idiots, who are smarter than anyone gives them credit for simply because they themselves never give themselves the credit, nor the break.

Their wounded little children as soon as someone shows trust and faith in them. Take the moment when Stiles gives up first line for Derek in s1 before the alpha Peter reveal, and when Stiles almost drowns for Derek in s2. THE EYES. And take Buck when Eddie drags him out of bed to babysit Chris just to save him, and then brings Chris back again right after the tsunami.

These are boys who haven't been given a break for a day in their lives and you know what? They STILL don't stop growing, don't stop flourishing. Because they don't care. You can't break their spirits. No quarantine can stop Buck from getting better, working on himself. No genocidal hunters are gonna stop Derek from being true to himself, his wolf. You cannot crush them.

They will keep searching, keep bearing their hearts against their better will, they will keep fighting and giving every single piece of themselves okay and imma stop now bc I am just

[lothioriien]

richie tozier and his zoomer teen: headcanons

A/N: I tried keeping this as gender neutral as possible, but idk it’s a lil implied that the kid’s a girl. i’m trying to learn how to write gender neutral stuff :”)

By teenager, I mean around 16-17! High school age!!

Enjoy!

Sometime in the early 2000s, famous comedian Richard Tozier went to a party and came home with a woman.

oh yeah they deffo got it on that night

But that was a one night stand kind of thing, and Richie didn’t have any contact with her until about a year later.

He got up the couch one early evening to the ringing of his doorbell, and found a basket and a bag filled with baby food, diapers, and clothes perched on his doorstep

And in the basket? A small child, an apology note from the mother, and a birth certificate with his name listed as the father.

Oh boy did his life completely change after that.

It was him and the child, against the world.

but let’s skip the details on him struggling to take care of an infant first and move on a bit to when the kid’s older.

You, of course, are the baby that was left on his doorstep, and Richie tried to be the best father he could be despite his touring career as a comedian.

He’d bring you to the shows, even if you didn’t understand a thing that went on, though eventually when you’d help him write some material when you were older.

Constantly touring with him as a kid meant you were homeschooled. But that didn’t stop you from having a social life. You’d be friends with a lot of his fellow comedians, and John Mulaney was your ultimate favorite friend of his.

you just loved the very tall and gangly twelve year old looking man named uncle john.

Your academic life though was not too bad. You’re pretty intelligent, but when it came to maths, oh boy.

As a kid, you’d ask Richie constantly about math. He’d hate the school curriculum you had because math was different back when he was younger. He’d always help you, but it was mostly the internet just teaching you both.

You’d introduce him to vines (through iconic vine compilation videos), but mostly because he was so confused with this new language you were speaking.

Eventually he’d say some vines back to you and it’d come off so weird cause he’s a 40 year old white dad. You love him, nonetheless, and appreciate the effort

A lot of your instagram stories or snapchat stories are you filming him as you sing “You are my dad! You’re my dad! Boogie woogie woogie!”

He found it cute at first, where he would smile at you hiding behind your phone and hug you after cause dang he loves his kid so much and would die for you

then later, he’s evidently so annoyed because you do it constantly. As in he takes off his glasses, puts his head in his hands and just sighs so loudly.

When tiktok became the new vine, you were on the app every single day, making it a goal of yours to become tiktok famous.

You’d force your dad to do tiktoks with you

“I love my daddy. he is my superhero”

“Famous relative check!”

BUT THE PERFECT AUDIO

“Don’t look at me like that.” “YOU’RE MY DAD. BOOGIEWOOGIEWOOGIE!”

Gaining some clout because he is a pretty famous comedian 👀

Saying “ok boomer” to him when he’d annoy you

But then he’d clap back by being like “What the fuck Y/N. I was born in 1976, i’m not that old.”

“Yeah but sometimes you think like a boomer.”

“Ok, zoomer.”

“Dad. No. Get out.”

He’s really chill with you swearing. You definitely got that habit from him.

“What the actual fuck, Richard.”

“At least have the fucking decency to call me dad, Y/N.”

He got you into video games at a young age. Every time there was a new console or a new interesting game out, you’d both be up early to go out and get the said console/game.

And in each game you’d play, there would be hilarious commentary.

it’s basically that video with bill hader playing god of war with conan but imagine that and a zoomer’s feral energy combined.

He also got you into becoming a cinephile. Though unlike him, you read the books before watching the movie.

Marathoning a bunch of tv series together and you can never watch any new episode without him. Friday nights were reserved especially for it.

Richie can’t fucking cook for the life of him. Growing up, it was always take out, pizza, instant noodles, or mac and cheese.

He tried learning how to cook, he really did. But it was just so bad that eventually you’d learn how to do it. Then you’d try to teach him how too.

But did he get better as a cook?? Not really.

He once accidentaly set almost the whole kitchen on fire when he tried making pasta when you were 15.

“DAD, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PUT WATER IN THE POT FOR PASTA.”

“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT? I JUST WANTED TO DO SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR YOU!”

“I APPRECIATE THE GESTURE BUT PLEASE DON’T EVER TRY TO COOK AGAIN.”

The following morning, he got up and learned how to make pancakes with sausages, bacon, and eggs.

It was damn good, and by far the best thing he ever made.

So his pancakes became a regular thing.

On casual dinner nights at home, he’d let you have a drink with him and be drinking buddies. He taught you how to drink and be safe with drinks (cause we stan a protective father amirite)

Speaking of protective father, he’d be so picky and open about the people you’d date

“Really Y/N? That person? They’re fucking trash and you know it. You deserve better, sweetie.”

“But dad. They’re hot.”

“That’s still a no from me, kiddo.”

Having the most random, yet somehow meaningful conversations with Richie, yet roasting him at the same time.

“Y/N, do you think I would be classified as a papi by people.”

“No. You still wear hawaiian shirts over a t-shirt. You’re too tacky for that. You’re a papa, not a papi.”

But somehow, you also adopt his fashion style?

Cause hawaiian shirts are pretty cool? Very John Deacon ala 80s aesthetic?

And then he roasts you back from the time you called him tacky.

“Respect the drip, Richard.”

Even though you always poke fun at each other, you guys are actually so open with each other and just talk about anything and everything.

Oh no when you first got your period, he was panicking and nearly bought the entire aisle of pads and tampons because he was so clueless

Meeting the Losers Club was exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. You didn’t know what to expect of them or what they’d expect from you.

You clung to your dad the whole time, watching him reunite with his childhood friends. Each one of them had a look of surprise and confusion the moment they laid their eyes on you.

They found you to be like a mini-me of Richie, as both of you were clad in printed/hawaiian shirts and glasses.

“Jeez, Richie. Why’d you decide to bring a fucking clone of yourself?” asked Eddie.

“That’s my kid, you dumbass! Eddie, this is Y/N.”

“No shit, you have a kid! You got married, dipshit?”

“No, uh, it’s just them and me.”

You decided to butt in jokingly, “Joe was in the picture for a while too,”

“Joe? Who the fuck is Joe?” The minute Eddie asked this, Richie knew what was coming next.

“Joe mama.” Thus receving a high five from your father and a groan from Eddie.

at first, everyone else would not believe Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier had his very own kid, but the minute you started to get comfortable and joke around, it really clicked for them.

“There’s no doubt they’re Richie’s kid. Look at them! They’re basically a carbon copy of him!” Eddie would have exclaimed.

You‘re very liberal and open-minded, supporting the LGBT+ community and such, but you didn’t really know Richie’s stance on it.

Perhaps it was because he’d been surpressing his feelings for a specific boy from his childhood for almost his entire life, and he didn’t really talk about that topic so much.

But when you saw the chemistry between your dad and Uncle Eds, you sensed a little something there on both ends.

always saying a specific vine under your breath when you see them “two bros, chilling in a hot tub, five feet apart cause they’re not gay” (thank you to for this hc)

OKAY UNCLE EDS LIVES IN THIS AND HE’S DEFFO A BIG PART OF YOUR LIFE AFTER ONE SPECIAL TRIP TO DERRY, MAINE.

You’d say the vine so much, Richie eventually heard it and pulled you aside.

“Y/N, I- how did you know?”

“Know what dad?”

It took a little while for him to come up with the proper words to say. How was he gonna break this to you?

“Y/N..honey, I’ve had feelings for your Uncle Eds ever since we were kids. I-i don’t know, it really scared me as a kid to feel that way so I never talked about it. I guess what I’m trying to say is, kiddo, I’m gay.”

“Huh? I thought you were American?”

the man was basically on the verge of tears. He was so tense, he almost forgot to breathe. But the moment you hugged him and told him that it’s okay, that you love him so much, and that you’re so proud of him, he wrapped you in the biggest bear hug and cried. You cried too.

A/N: Imma end it here for now :)

So sorry it took forever!! I hope you enjoyed!!

Let me know if you want a part 2! 🤪

[stxn-the-mxn]

I Love You, Too || 2019!Reddie X Daughter!Reader

A/N: I combined two requests, cause I wanted to put them together :))) Hope you don’t mind

Request: hi! i absolutely LOVE your writings! especially the daughter!reader ones. i was wondering if i could request something? like where the reader is eddie and richie are married and they adopted a daughter. she’s has a stutter and is picked on for it at school. she comes home one day crying and her dad’s comfort her when she says she hates her stutter and they tell her that it’s not a bad thing and she should embrace it and not be ashamed? just soft family fluff! thank you -Anon

Could you do a semi sweet but angst fic? Richie and Eddie get out of Derry together and get married, adopt a little girl (the reader) and they return to derry with her. She’s around 7/8 years old and penny wise gets her, they go to save her with the rest of the losers but Eddie still dies 🥺 (my baby) but sweet moments of the reader meeting the gang and everything and sweet moments with her papa’s. Sorry if it sounds kind of dumb ❤️❤️❤️ - @spidey-starky

!!WARNING: HOMOPHOBIC SLURS, IT CH2 SPOILERS, BLOOD!!

***

You were pushed up against your locker, Jacob holding you by your shirt collar. Most people in this situation would maybe yell out for help, try to get someone’s attention. But you were used to it, plus school had ended and barely anyone was still here.

This was a regular occurrence. The name-calling, the mockery, everything that a middle school bully could do, she had seen and heard before. It didn’t affect her anymore.

Jacob would always do this, maybe steal something of yours, typical bullying business. But today, he went too far.

After the school play, Jacob had seen your dads picking you up. He had found that perfect bullying material. A stutter and the daughter of two gays? Perfect victim, he thought.

“Come on, Stuttering Y-Y/N!” He mocked your stutter, as you rolled your eyes. “Aww, is the stuttering joke getting old? Well, how bout we talk about your fag fathers?”

Your eyes widened. Shit. 

“You’re probably just like them.” Tears welled in your eyes. “And, hey, that means you’re adopted! Not even your real parents wanted you so they had to hand you over to some fucking gays! So, not only do you have a dumbass fucking stutter, your parents are fucking gay!”

Jacob smirked as he saw the tears dripping down your face. It had taken a while, but finally, he’d found what broke you. You couldn’t speak, too overwhelmed by everything happening so quickly. A part of you wished you were just getting bullied for the stutter.

“I don’t know if you noticed, Stutter Fag, but your kind isn’t appreciated around here.”

He threw you to the ground, as you landed on your nose, causing it to bleed. Jacob walked away, leaving school. You waited till you knew he was gone before grabbing your bag, picking up all the papers that had slipped out.

How long had your dad been waiting out in the parking lot? Checking your watch, you discovered he’d probably been there for at least ten minutes. Shit, he wasn’t gonna be happy… 

Running out to the car, you forgot about the blood dripping down your face. You threw your bag into the back of the car, before hopping into the front seat, being met with the concerned face of your father.

“Y/N? What the hell happened to you? Jeez, wait til Eds sees you.” He handed you a few tissues, not noticing as you used them for your eyes and not your nose. He started the car, driving back to your rather large home.

“Y/N?” Your dad placed a hand softly on your knee. “What happened after school today?”

“N-N-Nothing. Just got t-too excited and r-r-ran into a w-wall.”

You could see on his face that he didn’t believe you. Lying to your father wasn’t something you were good at. He raised an eyebrow, which meant that he expected you to keep talking.

“It w-was just J-J-Jacob. H-He stayed a-a-after class a-and, uh, he m-m-m-might have, uh, b-b-bullied me.” You whispered, mentally cursing yourself for stuttering so much.

That stupid fucking stutter was the cause of all your problems. 

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry… Look, right now, we’ll push it aside and talk about it later when Papa Bear is home.” Your dad laughed as your face contorted into disgust. He knew you hated when he called Eddie that.

“All jokes aside, we’ll discuss this later. Just relax, and maybe clean up your nose a bit more.”

***

You sat at the dinner table, eyes glued to the plate in front of you. Eddie’s eyes remained on you, concern etched on his face. Richie, however, simply smiled warmly at you. 

“Y/N, baby, you’re awfully quiet,” Eddie spoke, his head tilted slightly in confusion.

“Honey, it’s time to talk.” Richie reminded you of the conversation in the car, and with a sigh, you thought of how to explain the situation.

“Uh, d-dads, after s-s-school today, t-this kid was, u-uh, teasing m-me about m-m-m-my stutter.” You couldn’t tell the whole truth. You couldn’t tell them that. Just the thought of what Jacob said brought tears to your eyes.

The tears began streaming down your face.

Eddie left his seat, pulling you into his arms. You cried into his shoulder, and Richie piled on top. Eddie’s arms were wrapped protectively around you, and Richie rubbed calming circles on your back.

“Your stutter is so perfectly you, baby. You shouldn’t feel ashamed of it. Embrace it.” 

Your tears slowed as you heard Richie’s phone ring, his ringtone being that stupid Pina Colada song. At first, he ignored it, staying with you, but by the sixth consecutive ring, you told him to answer it.

“I’m hungry, anyway.” You smiled, wiping the final tears from your face. With a forehead kiss from Eddie and a final hug from Richie, they moved away, Richie answering his phone.

“Yello? Huh? Oh. Right, yeah. Yeah, cool. See you soon, I guess?” His face went white as he hung up the phone, and he ran out of the room. Seconds later you heard him in the bathroom, the sound making you cover your ears. Eddie ran to the bathroom, and you could hear him checking over Richie.

Eddie’s phone rang suddenly, and you picked it off the table, bringing it to the bathroom, where Eddie was helping Richie off the floor, moving him away from the toilet bowl.

“Dad? Your phone is ringing.” You handed the phone to the shorter male, before scurrying back to the table. What the fuck was going on?

They stayed in the bathroom for another ten minutes and when they came back, you knew something was wrong.

“Baby, we need to talk.”

***

Last night at the Chinese restaurant had been an interesting event, to say the least. It had been a long trip to Derry, so you had been half asleep when entering the restaurant. An hour into the dinner, you were on the verge of sleep.

Richie and Eddie were trying so hard to keep you awake, but you were twelve and had been on a plane for five hours, which didn’t seem like much but it was a very rocky flight. Eventually, Richie and Eddie caved and allowed you to fall asleep, leaning against Eddie’s arm.

“She’s adorable,” Beverly said, smiling at the passed out girl. The other Losers hummed in agreement, Richie and Eddie sharing a proud smile.

“H-How long h-h-have you ha-had her?” Bill asked, realising afterwards that maybe he could’ve phrased that differently.

“Since she was only two, actually. So we’ve had her for ten years, now.” Richie pushed the hair out of your eyes, a soft smile on his face.

“Tell us about her.” Stan smiled, his usual demeanour shattered by the precious girl at the table. Everyone at the table was simply enamoured with this little girl.

“Uh, we adopted her a year after we got married.” Eddie grew flustered, as the Losers smirked at him and Richie.

“She’s literally the perfect kid!” Richie chimed in, “She’s got good grades, she doesn’t get involved with anything bad or stupid, and she’s just amazing. We love her so much.”

The other Losers felt like they would burst from the amount of adoration they had for this girl. The night continued on, everyone getting quite drunk, except Stan, who felt the need to be the one sober person.

He was rolling his eyes at Richie and Eddie drunkenly flirting in the corner when he noticed you stirring from your spot on the table. You sat up, blinking a few times, growing accustomed to the fluorescent glow of the lights above.

Stan was the only one to notice you wake up and decided to separate you from the drunken activities.

“Hey, Y/N, how was your sleep?” He asked, loudly, as to maybe alert the others that you were awake. 

“Yeah, i-i-it was pretty g-good. I’m no-not as t-tired now.” Stan’s eyes widened in surprise. You had a stutter?

“Oh, honey, you’re awake!’ Richie announced loudly, everyone looking at you and Stan.

“She has a stutter?” Stan asked, and you immediately felt tears brim in your eyes.

Richie and Eddie looked worried, while the others looked intrigued. You felt everyone’s eyes on you, and it was far too much. You ran from the room, your dads calling after you.

“Did I say the wrong thing?” Stan asked worriedly.

“She’s very sensitive about the stutter. She gets bullied a lot. So, we don’t talk about it.” Eddie explained, before running out to find you, Richie not too far behind.

The other Losers turned to Bill, their stuttering friend.

He had an understanding look on his face, having lived with a stutter for so many years of his life. But he had overcome it for so many years, so surely he could help you.

The Losers returned to the table, waiting patiently for Richie and Eddie to return, you by their side. Minutes passed, and no one walked through the door, except for the waitress who placed a bowl of fortune cookies on the table.

Just as she was leaving, a panicked Eddie and Richie came through the door.

But you weren’t with them.

Their faces held panic, fear, and everything in between. 

“Guys? Where’s Y/N?” Ben asked, his voice shaky.

“W-we don’t know. We looked everywhere, but we can’t find her.” Eddie started crying, Richie holding him close to his chest.

Mike stepped forward, grabbing Richie by the shoulders. “We’ll find her. She can’t have gone too far. She’s probably in the bathroom.” 

“O-oh, yeah. The bathroom.” He only sounded half-convinced, but Richie and Eddie would take anything to put their minds at ease.

“W-we were gi-given fortune c-c-cookies,” Bill suggested quietly.

Everyone sat back at the table, avoiding looking at the empty chair between Eddie and Richie. They all picked up a cookie, one still sitting in the bowl.

They all cracked theirs open, each finding a single piece of paper. 

“The hell? Mine just says ‘Time” Richie murmured, the cookies really not distracting him from the disappearance of his daughter.

The others all looked at their fortunes, not noticing Eddie’s shaking hands and terrified expressions.

“W-wait. Give me y-y-your paper.” Bill said as the Losers put their papers down. All except Eddie.

They scuffled about, finding that their words formed a sentence. 

“Oh shit. Oh, fuck!” Richie yelled, seeing the sentence forming. He looked over at his husband, begging him for the paper. Eddie held it tighter, but upon seeing the desperate look on his love's face, he placed the paper down.

Tears streamed down his face, as the other saw what was on his paper.

Bye Bye Stuttering Y/N! Time To Float!

“No. No. This isn’t fucking happening. We have to go get her.” Richie stood from his seat, Eddie following.

“No!” Mike yelled. “There’s something we have to do first.” 

***

You were floating, but they couldn’t do anything, not yet. First, they had to kill that fucking clown. It hurt Richie and Eddie to just leave you there, floating above the ground, almost dead.

“Hey, fuckface! You wanna play truth or dare? Here’s a truth; You’re a sloppy bitch! Yeah, that’s right. Let’s dance! Yippee-kay-yay motherfuc-” Everyone watched as Richie got caught in the deadlights.

Eddie screamed, but not a frightful scream, it was more of a “back off my husband you bitch” scream. He ran forward, throwing the pole Bev had gave him as hard as possible. It struck Pennywise in the mouth, sending IT backwards, ending up impaled on one of the spikes.

Richie fell to the ground, breathing heavily. What the fuck had he just seen?

Eddie came crashing down on top of him, straddling Richie’s waist. Not an uncommon position for them, but that wasn’t relevant right now. Eddie leaned down, grabbing Richie’s face and slamming their lips together.

Richie closed his eyes, melting as he always did when Eddie kissed him. His eyes opened, however, when the salty taste of Eddie’s lips became metallic. Richie froze, not even flinching when Eddie splurted blood onto his face.

“R-Richie?” Eddie spoke softly, blood trickling down his chin. The pain in his eyes matched that of Richie’s heart. Richie couldn’t look down, because he knew what he would see if he let his eyes travel.

And then he remembered, the first time he had entered this fucking house. The first time he lost Eddie. That fucking demonic version of his love. The fucking black shit that had flowed from his mouth. That image that was identical to this. That motherfucking clown who had planned everything to be like this.

“Eddie? Eddie, love?” His pleas were useless, as Eddie was pulled away from him, and flung about by the clown who ruined every fucking good thing he’d ever had.

IT threw Eddie from its claw, sending him towards the ground, right beneath where you were floating. Fuck, he couldn’t do this.

But he had to.

For Eddie.

And for you.

***

Richie got up from beside Eddie, who was barely alive at this point, but Richie could always see the life in his eyes. Eddie watched him leave through the dancing black spots in his vision. 

He could feel the familiar fabric of Richie’s jacket in his hands and found one of his hands in the pocket. His hand brushed against what felt like paper, and with as much strength as he had, slid it out of the jacket.

Unfolding it slowly, he saw a pencil drawing, one that you had done as a very young child. It was of the three of you, smiling, and for a toddler’s drawing, it was extremely good. You had labelled each person, though it was obvious who was who.

Up the top, in messy crayon handwriting, were the words “I love my daddies.” with two pink hearts sloppily drawn at both ends of the sentence.

“I love you too, baby”

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Getting the Twins (PART 1) - Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

When the words do come out of him, they’re quiet. “Do you think...do you think I’ll end up like my mom?”

And for pulling it out of nowhere, Eddie has to give Richie props for immediately having an answer. “You’ll never be like her, Eds. And trust me, dude, that’s a good thing.”

“I mean,” Eddie winces, wishing the words would come out that bit easier, and not try to catch in his throat. “If we ever have kids, what...what do you think I’ll be like?” Richie doesn’t answer for a while. “I think you’ll be a great dad. You’ll look after them the way a parent should.”

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Things had to be done in order. That’s what it had always seemed like to Eddie, particularly in the years before returning to Derry. His life had fallen into place, one event after another. Girlfriend. Fiancée. Wife. All he was missing was having kids; and that was something he never even wanted to mention in front of Myra, let alone try and discuss it with her.

But there’s a therapist in lower Manhattan who he sees every Thursday afternoon, and she’s been patient with him while he tries to get his shit in order. Because it needs to be in order. He needs to address everything, put each issue into a box, and throw it off a fucking bridge.

The only problem is, when he comes home, he’s left with ghosts of dug up thoughts and wonderings that insist on following him around the house. He’ll come home and start to make dinner, and something will peer over his shoulder, whispering doubts into his ear. Or he’ll eventually fall into bed, wrapped up tightly in warm, firm arms, and still be drenched in cold fear that something will go wrong – something has to go wrong, because no one should be this happy.

The body behind him shuffles. “So,” Richie sighs, pressing his forehead against Eddie’s shoulder blade. “Are you going to tell me what’s bugging you, or am I gonna have to tickle it out?”

Eddie looks over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow. “You’ll tickle me?”

Richie half-shrugs. “I was gonna say I’d fuck it out of you, but I’m still tired from an hour ago. So I guess tickling will have to do.”

Eddie tries not to laugh, but with how tightly Richie is holding him, he’s pretty sure that the other man can feel him trembling with laughter. He tries his best to turn in Richie’s hold, eventually facing the other man.

“Seriously though.” Richie’s fingertips ghost along his cheek. “What’s up?”

It’s late. And conversations like these shouldn’t be had at two in the morning, when both of them are tired, and Eddie has a meeting to go to in – he looks over Richie’s shoulder to another clock there – seven hours. So he swallows back whatever had been clawing up his throat. “Not ready to talk about it now,” he offers instead. He nuzzles into Richie’s chest, sighing against skin.

Richie knows better than to chase it. Not now is essentially their new code. It will be talked about, later; when they feel a bit more stable. So Richie gathers Eddie in his arms. It doesn’t take long for sleep to drag them under.

Sometimes, he thinks that he can see her. Out of the corner of his eye, he’ll see a figure in one of the armchairs in their living room, or peering around a wall, watching him. Nothing is ever there. When he whips around to look, all that meets him is an empty space. Or Richie, looking back at him with a tilted head, probably wondering what’s wrong.  

When he’s home alone, especially during the night whenever Richie has been drafted into doing some appearances on talk shows or comedy bars around the city, Eddie can hear her voice.

He isn’t good for you, Eddie Bear.

Eddie pushes the palms of his hands into his eyes. Shut up.

No matter what room he wanders into, it’ll follow him.

Look what you’ve done, it hisses over his shoulder. Left a perfectly good, respectable woman for that boy. He was always trouble. His poor mother would be ashamed if she saw him now—

Maggie Tozier visits every so often. She had always been so kind to him, letting him stay in their houses for the night when he was a kid. It wasn’t until he was a bit older did he realise that Maggie might have known what Eddie’s mom was like, and wanted to give him a break from it; something he always readily took.

And he doesn’t think he had ever seen Maggie, or even Went, as happy as they were when Richie told them that he wanted to marry Eddie.

Eddie almost jumps at the sound of the front door locking. “Eds?” Richie calls into the house.

“In my office,” Eddie calls back.

It takes a minute for Richie to come to him, but when he does, he has all the tell-tale signs of being at one of the comedy bars. His hair is rumpled more than usual, and there’s a thin sheen of sweat along his forehead. Eddie holds up a hand when Richie steps into the office. “Take a shower,” he instructs, “I’m not kissing you looking like that.”

Richie has the nerve to look affronted. “Why do you say such hurtful things to me? I’ve had a long night.”

If only you knew about mine, Eddie thinks. But he stands from his desk, shooing Richie away. “Go take a shower. I’ll be in the living room.”

Richie joins him in the living room almost thirty minutes later. His hair is still wet, but he’s changed into his sleep clothes; an old band tee and some baggy sweatpants. He slumps into the couch beside Eddie, mindful that the other man will have a fit if any water gets on to the fabric of the couch.

The TV is on, but Eddie isn’t really paying attention. When Richie mumbles what’s on, Eddie has to bring up the title card of the show to even remember.

The couch is covered in pillows and throws; an unnecessary amount, Richie had once claimed. But the protests died fairly quickly when he realised that the couch was now just another place he could nap. Pillows and blankets provided. One of them is thrown over Eddie’s lap. Richie tugs at the side of it until Eddie eventually gives, scooting closer to the other man, and wrapping them both in the soft blanket.

Eddie’s head finds its way to Richie’s shoulder. He smells like lemons and, faintly, like the sea. He recognises the scent as his own shower gel. If he had the energy in him, he’d probably tell Richie off for using his shit. He has his own.

But slouching further into the other man’s side, he can’t bring himself to care. Even when Richie wraps an arm around Eddie’s shoulder, keeping him to his side, he thinks it’s nice how Richie now smells like him.

Netflix runs. Richie must be the only one watching it. Every so often, he’ll huff a laugh at some joke a character made. Eddie’s mind is somewhere else.

He was always trouble.

He’ll make you sick.

That poor girl. You left her for him?

A kiss is pressed into Eddie’s hair. “Everything okay?” Richie mumbles.

Glancing around the living room, Eddie notices how much time has passed. A new episode is playing on the TV. Both of them have slouched further down on the couch. Richie has one foot perched on the edge of the coffee table. It’s a testament to how out of it Eddie must be, for not kicking his foot of off where they sometimes eat.

Eddie’s fingers fidget with the fabric of the throw. “Just got some stuff on my mind, I guess.”

Richie tilts his head. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asks, adding, “It’s okay if you don’t.”

“No, no. I do, I just...don’t know how to go about it.” He feels flushed, like his skin is screeching hot. He wonders vaguely if Richie can feel it from where their bodies are joined.

But all Richie does is nod, tugging Eddie a bit closer to his side. “Well, whenever you wanna talk, I’m here with open ears.”

Eddie sighs, interlinking his fingers with Richie’s. “Thank you.”

And the lapse back into silence for a bit. The show drones on, and Eddie truly has forgotten about it. They must be a couple of episodes in, as just over the top of the TV, and out through one of the lancet windows looking out on to the street, he sees stars start to settle against the black sky. Out of the main city, he’s always liked being able to see the stars and not have them drowned out by bright lights.

When the words do come out of him, they’re quiet. “Do you think...do you think I’ll end up like my mom?”

And for pulling it out of nowhere, Eddie has to give Richie props for immediately having an answer. “You’ll never be like her, Eds. And trust me, dude, that’s a good thing.”

“I mean,” Eddie winces, wishing the words would come out that bit easier, and not try to catch in his throat. “If we ever have kids, what...what do you think I’ll be like?”

Richie doesn’t answer for a while. “I think you’ll be a great dad. You’ll look after them the way a parent should.”

There’s a long, drawn-out silence that settles over them; only partially filled with the chatter of characters on the TV.

Richie sniffs. “You think we’ll have kids?” The question is so quiet. For all the shit he gives Richie about being a Trashmouth, every so often, Eddie will hear a voice that is so small and shaking, he can’t believe it comes out of Richie’s mouth.

“If you want to.”

“Never really thought about it, really.” Richie’s arm tightens around him. “I was never with the right kind of person.”

Eddie peers up, surprised to see Richie looking back at him. “And now?”

“Now I’m with you. And you’re pretty great.”

He can’t help but snort. “I’ll put it in my Twitter bio; Eddie Tozier-Kaspbrak. Pretty Great.”

An Are You Still There message pops up on the TV. Suddenly, Eddie’s eyelids get heavier and he tries to hide a yawn behind his fist. “Wanna go to bed?”

Richie stretches. Every joint in his body seems to crack all at once, causing him, and Eddie, to wince. “Yeah,” he eventually huffs. “Go on up. I’ll turn off everything down here.”

Finding and screening adoption agencies in New York is harder than it looks. That isn’t to say that Eddie does a thorough job of sifting through each one he comes across; speaking to people on the phone, requesting meetings. Richie watches him work from his own office, most days. He doesn’t know what could be funnier; adoption agencies trying to interrogate him for background checks and living conditions, or Eddie trying to flip it back on them. He really tries not to let stuff like that slip into his new material; but it’s just too funny.

With Eddie holed away in his office, the rest of the house is eerily quiet. A house designed for kids, with no kids in it, is a fucking depressing thing to live in. Richie finishes putting away the last of the dishes. Lunch had been quiet, mostly filled with Eddie staring at his phone, waiting for a phone call that may or may not have come. After their food was gone, Eddie fled to his office. It’s his space. Richie knows that. He works in there, and when things are getting a bit too much, that’s where he hides. So Richie busies himself with cleaning up.

Almost an hour passes. When Richie eventually braves stepping into Eddie’s office, he’s armed with a mug of coffee and some toast. “Any luck?”

For all that Eddie goes on about keeping the house clean, his desk is anything but. Stacked high on either side of his laptop are printed pages of company websites, interview and appointment dates, and things that they needed to get like marriage certificates and the like.

“A couple stand out,” Eddie rubs his face. He picks up a page from a small pile at one side of his desk. On it is a print out of an agency’s website. There’s the usual stock-photo of a smiling family on a day trip. Richie pulls a face when Eddie hands him some print outs. It all looks a bit fake, but he supposes that’s what gets people’s attention.

Their social worker has her own collection of agencies to pull from; but Eddie being Eddie, he wanted to do it himself. Richie turns, perching on the edge of Eddie’s desk. Flicking through the pages, he hums. “So we pick an agency,” he says slowly, “and then what?”

Eddie sits back in his chair. “They’ll interview us, make sure that the kids they have are compatible. Then they’ll probably want to come out here and check out the house.” He scrubs his face. “It’s a pain in the ass.”

Richie sets the page down. “All some sort of protocol though,” he reasons, watching Eddie slowly lose his mind. Richie plucks a piece of toast from the tray and hands it to the other man. “I know you just ate, but you need to eat more. You’re wasting away.”

The look Eddie gives him could be, to any other person, probably enough to kill. But Richie can see some fondness behind the stare. Begrudgingly, Eddie takes the toast from Richie’s hand.

An agency finally gets back to them. After a two-way interrogation, Eddie drags Richie into his office to get onto a phone call between them and a social worker with the agency. She asks them the questions they’ve answered already; what is their home situation, where do they live, what do they do for a living? All necessary questions, he knows, but annoying when Eddie finds that he has to dig up old divorce papers from Myra. Because they need to know that, for some reason.

Richie doesn’t like talking about it either; Myra belongs to a period of time that’s been left in the past now. Lumped in with their return to Derry, the Clown, the fact that he nearly died, Eddie’s put all of that shit in a box, locked it, and thrown it into the sea. When he looks over to Richie, refusing to look at his divorce certificate, he reaches out and links their fingers together.

The woman is nice. Sandra’s worked with the agency for years, and she already has a group of kids lined up for Eddie and Richie to look at. It’s only then does it all hit Eddie – they’re going to be parents.

They’re going to be responsible for a kid.

Oh shit.

Richie’s hand tightens around his. Assuring and anchoring him to the ground.

The phone call eventually gets transferred to Skype. “Usually I would like to meet you both in person in my office,” Sandra, explains, shuffling some papers off-screen, “but I’m afraid I don’t have any available slots until next week.”

Eddie nods. “That’s alright.”

“Are you and your husband busy?” Sandra looks up through her glasses.

Could be a trick question, he can’t help but think. “My husband works from home,” Richie steps in. “I can be gone for a couple of hours some nights, but other than that, I’m home.”

A question they were asked in the interviews. Would you be home? Could you support a child with your working schedules?

But Sandra doesn’t hound them as the others did. If Eddie is ever asked to get that much paperwork out and copied again, he’ll kill someone. Wage sheets, proof of employment, past work references. And that was just for his work life.

Sandra clears her throat. “Well, I have a number of children compatible with you both.” From what Eddie can see on-screen, there’s a small pile of files on one side of her desk. Sandra pulls out the first.

All of them seem like good kids. Each one that Sandra talks about seems like the perfect fit. Richie, for the most part, does most of the talking. Eddie’s tongue just feels like it’s made of led, sitting at the bottom of his mouth, refusing to budge.

Their meeting lasts almost an hour and a half. In that time, he thinks he has said all of ten words.

But Sandra pulls out the last file. Before she opens it, a small frown creases her brow. “Oh,” she says, opening it. “I’m not sure how this got in here.”

Eddie tilts his head. “Are they non-compatible?”

“No, no, they are.”

“They?”

“A set of twins,” Sandra explains, setting the file down on her table, out of shot.

Richie frowns slightly. “Twins?”

The woman nods. “They were brought in together, and unfortunately, we don’t want to see them separated. I’m sorry, I never asked you both if you would want to adopt two. There are different criteria behind adopting two.”

Eddie sits forward. He clears his throat. “What are they like?”

Sandra adjusts her glasses. “They were in quite a bad home situation until social services removed them from their parents care. They’ve been in foster homes for a year now. From what the foster parents have told me, they’re quite. But well behaved. Very interested in sports and TV.” A small smile ghosts her lips. “Typical eight-year-olds.”

“They’re eight,” Eddie says quietly.

Richie clears his throat. “And are they two boys, two girls?”

“A boy and a girl.” Sandra fishes out what seems to be their file. “Lucas and Allison.”

Each file Sandra has is made up of smaller ones; medical history, a small report of their life before being put up for adoption. The twins’ file is the same.

“The report is only for the girl.”

Eddie tilts his head. “What for?” Because if anything else, this is probably where he steps in. He can feel Richie looking at the side of his face, but the other man turns away again.

“Oh nothing substantial,” Sandra explains. Pulling out one small sheet of blue coloured paper, she runs her eyes over it. He’s learned over the past couple of interviews that a medical sheet can mean just about anything; from simple routine doctor’s visits and their shots, to the kid having some sort of cardiac or respiratory problem. And with that sheet comes even more questions; would you be able to provide care for the child? “Although apparently she’s being screened for autism in the next few weeks.”

As if that would matter, Eddie thinks. She’s probably still perfect.

He quickly glances over to Richie. The other man does the same. After a minute, Eddie turns back around. “If...if we wanted to see them, when would that be?”

Sandra sets down the files. Adjusting her glasses again, she hums. “Well, I would have to review this talk, and filter down the kids again. I know it’s tedious, but we’re just trying to find you someone who will stick well.”

And he understands. Eddie sits back against his chair. Behind him, Richie’s arm is loosely thrown over the back of it. It’s grounding.

When their call is finished, neither of them speaks or even moves until Eddie’s computer screen blinks to black. Richie squeezes Eddie’s shoulder. “Whatcha thinking?”

Eddie’s fingers fidget with a pen. “What do you think?”

Richie rubs his face and adjusts his glasses. “Any one of them would be perfect,” he says quietly. “But...I don’t know, dude. When she mentioned the twins-”

It would be two kids. They went out looking for one, and it would be two. But, Eddie thinks, they would have more kids later on anyway. And they could provide a better life for them than the one they had.

Eddie leans forward and presses a kiss to Richie’s jaw; difficult to do, since the man is still rambling. “We’ll ask Sandra if we can meet the twins,” Eddie says against skin.

He isn’t sure what he was expecting; a car drive up a long, narrow cobblestone drive, to a large manor house just outside of the city. Meeting them on the steps, a gaunt-faced woman in a pressed suit jacket and pencil skirt would meet them, look at their joined hands with a raised eyebrow, and usher them inside.

But that’s absolutely not what happens.

Richie’s hand is glued to his, refusing to let go. Not that he would want to; he needs Richie there, anchoring him to the ground. His heart hammers against his ribcage, desperately trying to break through and flop out on to the floor in front of him. That’s what it feels like, anyway. He’s vaguely worried if either Richie or their social worker can hear the thumping.

Sandra already explained to them what to expect.

They’re going through as many emotions and feelings as you two, she said on the ride over. The only difference is that you’re adults and they’re kids. They could be fine with you two being there, or they may cry and want to leave. Don’t take it personally.

He would never. Their only home and family is gone. Of course, they could be frightened. They might not even talk. But from what their foster parents told them, they seem fine – as long as they’re with each other.

They meet the kids in their foster home. It’s a nice two-story house in Nyack, with a green lawn out front, with toys and a plastic slide strew about over the grass.

The foster parents meet them outside. They seem like a nice couple, greeting Sandra first as she runs forward, introducing both Richie and Eddie to them.

“Our other kids are at school,” Kate says, gesturing for them to walk towards the house. She gives a slight laugh, looking towards Richie. “Though, they wanted to stay to meet you in particular. The older ones are big fans.”

Richie rubs the back of his neck with his free hand. “I can only apologise, I guess.”

Kate and her husband Derek lead them through the house. He can only imagine what foster houses look like, but it’s a lot like what he sees. Each room looks three-quarters of the way clean, but toys and blankets are strewn about. Along the walls of each room, pictures of kids and paintings are framed and pinned up.

Sandra turns to them as soon as they reach the kitchen. “I have to stay with you both, but I can be a bit away so you can talk to the kids yourselves.”

Looking out a large window that looks out on to the garden, Eddie’s breath almost catches in his throat when he sees two kids in a sandbox outside. Richie must see the same as his grip on Eddie’s hand tightens.

Eddie nods. “That’s okay,” he rasps.

Kate shows them out, but ultimately, steps back into the house. Sandra stays at the porch as both Richie and Eddie walk forward. Neither one of them gets ahead of the other, or falls behind. Richie’s grip on him tightens to the point of pain, but Eddie can’t do anything, but return it.

They’re so small, is the first thing that pops into Eddie’s head. Jesus, were we ever that small at that age?

The boy – Lucas, Eddie reminds himself – is the first to spot them. He’s in the middle of moulding some sand together, but when he spots both of them walking over, he sets down his spade.

Eddie holds up his hand. “Hey,” he greets. Surprisingly, it doesn’t catch in his throat like his other words did.

Lucas cocks his head, eyes squinting. “Hi.”

Richie gestures to the pit. “Can we join you guys?”

Lucas glances over to his sister, who doesn’t say anything. But he nods. “I need some help building a castle,” Lucas says simply, picking up another shovel and pointing it at Richie. When Richie’s hand slips out of Eddie, he has to physically check himself from chasing it. He watches Richie perch against the edge of the sandbox, keeping some distance from the boy.

Lucas hands him a small plastic bucket. “We didn’t have sand where we lived,” he says, piling more sand on to his mound. Eddie’s hands fidget by his side. Richie fills the bucket and pats it down. When he hands to Lucas, the boy takes it with a small smile. “Thank you.”

Richie adjusts his glasses. “Where did you use to live?”

“Indianapolis,” Lucas says, stumbling slightly over the word.

“That’s rough,” Richie nods seriously.

It wrangles a light laugh out of the boy. “You’re silly.”

“The silliest,” Eddie rolls his eyes, but smiles nonetheless. He glances over to the other side of the sandbox. The girl has her feet perched up against the edge, but she looks down at the sand. Vaguely, he remembers what the social worker said about her possibly being autistic. “Do you want to play something else, Allison?”

The girl glances up. She doesn’t meet his eyes, but after a minute of gnawing her thumbnail, she nods and points to a nearby stack of blocks. They’re scattered in the grass, but Eddie stands up, and fetches them. He holds one out to the girl. “What would you like to build?”

She looks at the block for a second, before placing it down along the lip of the sandbox. Eddie hands her another, and that’s put on top of the first one. They keep going in mutual silence until a small tower forms. Lucas watches out of the corner of his eye, even as he draws some small patterns in the sand.

From the porch, Sandra scribbles down some notes.  

ORIGINALLY POSTED ON AO3

[takealottodragmeawayfromreddie]

Reddie adopting a victim of abuse

Warnings: child abuse, sexual violence, pedophilia (not graphic)

—So, after meeting again, defeating the evil clown and getting married, while living their best gay lives, they decide they want to be parents.

—Of course it takes a lot for the irresponsible asshole who is Richie to get to that conclusion, but a couple years with Eddie and the domestic life are enough to make him soft. He's obsessed with the concept of introducing a kid to his favorite music and comics.

—At some point, they decide they don't want just any kid. Since Eddie went through a lot of abuse when he was a child and most of their friends did too, they conclude they want to give a victim of familiar abuse a home.

—They don't find the right kid right away. They have to go through a long process and Eddie can barely take it. But, eventually, they find the perfect one.

—She's a seven-year-old girl called Janis (Richie is so fucking obsessed with the fact his daughter is named after Janis Joplin) and she had lived some heavy shit. Her biological father would abuse her in almost every way possible since she was a baby, and if it wasn't for a neighbor who called the police, she would have never gotten out of that house.

—She's doing ok. She's not afraid of men or anything (they would have never adopted her if that was the case), but she's very distant (she doesn't speak, even though she technically can) and doesn't like to be touched.

—She also has night terrors. Richie and Eddie got her a nice pink bedroom, with lots of toys and plushies and pretty dresses, but obviously that's not enough. Almost every night, she wakes up at 3 am screaming and crying, and they've got to run into the room to see what's wrong.

—Richie tries to do funny stuff to calm her down, because that's all he knows, but Eddie is pretty familiar with panic attacks. So he slowly walks towards the bed with his hands up and speaks in the softest voice ever.

"Shhh... Janis, it's ok. Look, look at my hands, I'm not touching you. Nothing is gonna happen to you. No one is gonna touch you if you don't want it. You're safe, go back to sleep."

—And Richie, who is a good guy but is also useless, tries to do the same thing that Eddie does, but usually fucks it up and she ends up crying harder like

"Hey, it's fine. Daddy and I..."

She gets upset and Richie feels awful, but Eddie quickly shushes and takes Richie's hand, to show her he's good and loves them both.

"Shhh, calm down. Richie is very sorry, ok? He didn't mean to say that. But he's not like him, ok? He cares about us. He won't hurt you."

Eddie kisses Richie's hand, because at this point Janis identifies Eddie as someone she can trust, so Richie can't be bad if Eddie is kissing him.

"Would you like Richie to leave?"

Richie feels terrible, but of course he will leave if that's what his daughter needs. The thing is... she doesn't want him to. She softly shakes her head and that's enough. She might not be all over them like other kids, but she definetely loves them.

—Richie and Eddie start sleeping on the hallway, next to Janis' door, so they can go right in if she wakes up.

—Of course Eddie has fucked up, too. It took him a while to identify all the petnames Janis didn't want to be called. Darling, honey, baby... that son of a bitch used to call her all. So Eddie just calls her Janis, because that's who she is and that asshole couldn't change that. Because Eddie really wants her to know he respects her.

—School hasn't been nice to Janis. She doesn't play with other kids and her teachers are worried. Even though she's terribly smart and is going to therapy, the fact the doesn't speak makes everything harder. But her therapist says she will eventually get better.

—Her favorite losers are Ben and Beverly. She really likes Bill and Mike, too, but Benverly are her favorites. Sometimes, during her night terrors, Ben's voice on the line reading poetry is enough to relax her back to sleep. And Beverly is a woman and is very caring and patience, so she feels naturally inclined to trust her.

—It's actually Beverly who helps her the most. Almost a year after they adopt her, Reddie feel like they can't take it anymore. They love her and enjoy every moment they spend with her, but it's also hard. It's hard to know your daughter might never call you dad.

—So Beverly decides to talk to her. And it's hard for her, too. Talking to Janis about what she went through also means facing what happened to herself. She thought she'd never have to face it again, but... she's got to do it. They're her friends, she's just a girl, everyone deserves this closure.

—Janis is sitting on the floor with her coloring book. She's drawing... the kind of stuff she usually draws. Stuff a child shouldn't even have to think about.

"Drawing?" Asks Bev, sitting next to her.

Janis nods.

"Can I draw with you?"

She nods again and Beverly grabs some pencils and paper. They remain silent for a while.

"It's a nice drawing you've got there" Bev smiles.

Janis keeps drawing.

"That girl looks sad..."

"She's afraid," Janis answers. Bev is amazed by the fact she finally talked, but plays it cool.

"Afraid? Of what?"

"The monster..."

"A monster? What kind of monster?"

No answer. Bev sighs.

"Janis, I know your dad did mean things to you," she begins, trying to control her own fear, "I'm really sorry. But... you're not alone. My dad, he... he used to do mean things to me, too."

This seems to catch her attention. The thing is... Bev can't continue. She starts crying, holding her flexed legs, resting her forehead against her knees.

That's when she feels it. A small hand on her shoulder. A soft kiss on her cheek, right where the tears are falling.

"Don't worry, Bev," Janis whispers, "He won't hurt you... Richie and Eddie wouldn't let him."

Beverly sits up and just... holds her. And Janis holds her back, gently caressing her hair.

"I know... I know they wouldn't."

—That night, when Richie and Eddie are about to turn off the lights in her bedroom, Janis talks to them for the first time.

"Dad?"

They both freeze. She's only talking to Eddie, but it's also clear she feels the same about Richie.

"Y-yes, Janis?" They both stutter.

"Don't worry about me tonight. Auntie Bev is scared, too."

Eddie and Richie go to the bed and sit next to Janis, amazed by what's happening.

"Please," she begs, "Her dad is mean, too. And you're strong and brave and the monsters are afraid of you."

Eddie is in fucking tears. After a whole life of being told he's weak and fragile, his own daughter thinks he's the strongest person alive. She looks at Richie.

"You can make her laugh. She... she's scared, she'll need to..."

"We'll take care of her," Richie interrupts, handing her her teddy bear.

"We won't let anything happen to any of you," Eddie adds.

And, shit, it's a miracle. Because when he reaches out to touch her face, she allows it. Maybe she's not ready for kisses, but it's a big step.

She sleeps the whole night through. And after that day, her night terrors slowly start to fade.

—Things aren't perfect. There's a great chance they'll never be. Janis still struggles with talking and making friends and physical contact. She still gets nightmares sometimes. Her paintings are still full of monsters and scared girls.

They didn't expect anything different. Janis is an abused child, she's traumatized, she'll always have scars. But as long as the bravest and strongest dads ever are there to protect her from the monsters, the three of them know they'll be fine.

[imnot-reddieforthis]

The Wheeler twins p2

note : so my newfound friend @ashlynstyles1 inspired me to actually write another one of those . She's really cool go follow her fam. So yea ? Here goes nothing !

part 1, part 3 

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- And so the saga continues

- So you know how in season two of stranger things we had Karen take polaroids of Mike and he was like not amused™? Well guess what ? Richie 100% took all of those polaroids from his mother and hung them up on a wall with very inappropriate writings all over them . So yes the first thing Mike Wheeler saw when he woke up on the 1st of January was his face with dicks drawn all over it .

- If this was set in modern times we all know that Richie would be the meme king™ but like Mike as a fucking cosplayer ? ????Like you feel me ?

- They did parents trap for one of the halloweens .

- Like they both dressed up as Lindsey Lohan.

- Top notch content right there boys .

- When both turn 16 only Mike ( unsurprisingly ) passes his drivers test but hey they're twins so you gotta exploit it right ?

- Wrong Richie

- But nonetheless Richie has driven the car with his brother's licence like a gazzilion times

- And made out with Eddie in the back seat the same amount

- Eleven and Richie actually LOVE collaging . Like is their thing . They both get together and sit quiet ( I KNOW , NOBODY KNOWS HOW EL GOT RICHIE TO SHUT UP BUT IT WORKED THANK THE LORD )

- So Richie and El make little cute collages together and their boys just stand there admiring from afar

- Both are like crying in the club tbh

- Back to the twins

- So you think only sisters steal each other's clothes ? Well YoU'Re WrOnG !

- Richie and Mike always fight over clothing . So it's like " Whete the hell is my sweater Rich ? " " Oh I wore it to our date with Eds " " and where is it ?" " With eds "

- Cue screaming and Nancy telling them to stfu like 24/7

- In return Mike always takes Richie's glasses and hides them in the house and the thing is Richie can't just go and find them . Cause he's fucking blind . But he's too stubborn so the boy just runs into lamp posts for like 3 days until Nancy points them out to be on Richie's bedside table and he's shook .

- Holly and the boys have tea parities . Both deny it but they fucking love those parties . Sometimes they get so into it , Holly is like alright gotta go and they just spend like another hour having a royal wedding between two stuffed bears .

- Bill and Mike are actually really good friends and so are Richie and Will . Bill and Mike are both some sort of leaders of their respective groups plus they both love the same comics and Star Wars .

- Richie and Will might seem like a weird combination to you at first and ye they're not really alike but they both care so deeply for their friends and are willing to do anything . Plus they're both in drama club .

- Oh yeeess the drama club .

- Richie is the star as I've said before but like now he's actually getting popular ???? Mike is like bitch how ? He just tells everybody he's the smarter twin .

- " you know I got the brains , the looks , he needs some kind of validation "

- He's really proud of his bro tho

- Same goes for Richie

- When the party won some kind of science fair , Richie would go like " See that genius ? We came out of the same v-"

- Richie polishes Mike's trophies for him when he feels down

- Eddie and Mike love going out for ice cream . They always get the weirdest flavours and it's great but neither El or Richie gets them . Like ew why would you wanna try " bacon flavoured ice cream ?"

- Snow ball comes around and Richie is sad af cause he wands to dance with Eddie but homephobic pigs will come at them

- Mike is like not having any of that shit

- So he makes sure his bro looks like a queen

- He calls Bev and she gets reddie( sorry I couldn't resist ) with Eddie .

- When the slow song comes on . They're hesitant but then Mike gives Richie the encouraging look and Richie is like fuck it .

- They do get frowns but El quietly whispers a " I'm gonna kill em all of they say anything " and Mike just smiles cause he would do the same

- A match made in heaven

- Same thing is when El is called weird and she gets upset the " El protection squad " consisting of Richie and Eddie as head members steps in and makes you regret you were born .

- At Christmas both the party and the losers all come together and are like a huge family it's adorable

- When they go their separate ways Richie and Mike call each other everyday . But they don't want the other to know that they miss them so they would say shit like " hey dipshit , I think you got my socks instead of yours"

- And the other knows the truth and feels warm cause they're loved

- Fast forward when Eddie and Richie adopt a kid, uncle Mike is the one who introduced them to all kinds of cool nerd stuff

- When Mike and El have a kid , Richie is like banned from interaction

- Cause every time Richie babysat , their 5 year old would come running to their dad screaming " hey fuckerssss"

- El laughed , mike was appalled

- It's cool cause Richie is the cool uncle

- And Eddie is the wine aunt

- Life is great , it didn't come back . Demogorgons stayed in the upside down . All was well .

[losers-text-posts-blog]

Ben’s Story

Benverly Ben’s 3rd P.O.V. 

Also, trigger warning: a bunch of angst and it does mention eating disorders and depression.

“It started 20 years ago, kids. I came to a small, little town called Derry, Maine. I ran into this incredibly gorgeous young woman. She was charming. She took my headphones and laughed at me, I don’t blame her considering that I was listening to New Kids On The Block. After a short interaction she left with me struggling to fix my history project. Later that day, I saw her in the back of a pharmacy. After that, her, Bill (ugh), Stan, Richie, Eddie, Mike, and I met up at the quarry. We swam for what felt like hours. It was one of my favorite memories in the town so far, probably because I was never able to stay in a city long enough to make real, genuine friends, like these guys. I also gave the girl a poem, ‘Your hair is winter fire, January embers, my heart burns there too.’ Later that summer, I saved her from a clown with a kiss. Unfortunately, shortly after she kissed Bill, but its okay because we found out later that Bill was gay and he ended up dating and later marrying Stanley. Anyways, the years went on. School started again and I gained enough confidence to ask her on a date. I took her to a carnival. I won her a big teddy bear, by knocking over the bottles with a baseball. And on that night we shared cotton candy on the Ferris wheel, which also happened to be the same place we shared our first kiss. The kiss felt like love, what I mean by that is it felt like every emotion I’ve ever felt increased by a thousand. It was powerful and filled with passion. Even though it only lasted a couple seconds, it was wonderful; I don't think I had ever blushed so hard in my life. Since then we were inseparable. We had our occasional hiccup, but for the most part we were happy. She never cared that I was overweight and discouraged me when I lacked self-confidence. I didn’t really like her smoking, but everyone has their flaws; and that was her only flaw. I constantly bought her gifts, wrote her poems, and we’d go on movie dates all the time. She gave me gifts and we’d bake together and do our homework together and we held hands and cuddled after school on Mondays. I loved her so much and she shared the same emotions. We talked on the phone whenever we were apart. We did all the good things that couples did. Then, we had our first big fight in our Senior year. It was my fault. My self-esteem sunk very low due to bullying. I started starving myself, making myself throw up, and exercising to the point where it was unhealthy. She constantly got on me about it. She tried so hard to get me to stop, but I was too far gone. I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t recognize myself. I was getting so thin. It was incredibly unhealthy. I caused her drinking and her smoking to get worse and she said it wasn’t my fault, but I knew she was lying. I stopped hanging out with her because even though I loved her and missed her even if she was right next to me I couldn’t bear to be the reason why she was getting like she was. We argued and argued about it and to this day I still regret it, then I just cut her off, I made sure to avoid her, not pick up her calls, I even stopped hanging out with Mike and Stan because I couldn’t stand them badgering me about it. My problem only stopped when I sensed that I was gonna die. It was hard to quit, especially because I had no one to help me. I had blocked out all my friends and I grew incredibly depressed from only having books to distract me from my problems. Then one day I had enough, I saw her for the first time in months on a Tuesday and I had decided I would try to remake that bridge especially considering that I was at my worst; I was getting so depressed and I couldn't fix the damage that I caused to my body. I needed help and I knew she was my best option. So, I walked to her house when it was pouring rain, hoping to get her back. Her aunt said she was at the quarry with Richie. I wasn’t really accounting for that, but I was sure Richie would give us some privacy. I walked there and was climbing up the rocks when I saw that she had moved on. She was sitting on some guys lap, making out with him, and he was taking her shirt off. I was in tears when I walked home and I hate to say it, but I grew progressively suicidal. I knew that I shouldn’t and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t leave my mom alone. So, the next day I went to her house, it was raining again. I threw a couple rocks at her window, you know, the usual romantic cliche. She opened up her door, and I won’t lie to you kids, I was crying. It had been so long since I had seen her face that I was very emotional, then I saw her hair. I said to her, ‘Your hair is winter fire, January embers, my heart burns there too.’ She let me in and grabbed me towels, blankets, and clothes. I changed and I told her everything how I loved her and missed her and how I only left her to help her and how I couldn’t do this alone and how I thought such horrible, sad thoughts and how I was so sorry for leaving her. She told me how she was sorry for moving on and I told her not to worry that it was my fault for leaving her and that I would quit if she would help me and I was rambling and shivering and she kissed me and it felt just as it did on the top of the Ferris wheel. My heart was racing and her mouth tasted so familiar. When we broke apart I calmed down and I told her that I loved her more than the number of stars that are in the sky. I had stopped sobbing and we had fallen asleep there on her bed. We went to school the next day and it was as though nothing had changed. We were inseparable again, hanging out with Richie and Eddie and Stan and Bill and Mike. When the school year finished we ended up getting accepted into the same college. Me for my history smarts, and her for her art skills. Sadly, Richie and Eddie and Stan and Bill weren’t as lucky, but after four years they were reunited with their soulmate. Stan and Bill got happily married with three birds, two dogs, and a child. Richie and Eddie also got married and adopted four dogs. After a couple years, Mike found a wife that goes by the name of Olivia, they had five kids and are slowly getting more and more grandchildren. But anyways, a couple years into college and I had asked her to marry me. We had nothing to rush but I couldn’t let it happen again and we loved each other so much that it was impossible not to make our love official. We eloped that week. Months later she was pregnant and a couple more years later all of you guys were born. That’s right, the girl was your mom and there isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t thank god for allowing me to meet her. I’m so glad I changed because now I’m healthy and I can care for you and your mom and I have a future as a poet and I can see your guys’ faces everyday. So, that’s my story, kids, and I can’t wait to see yours as you grow up," said Ben with heartfelt in his voice.

Author’s note: I really hope you like this and if not please give me pointers, tips, and/or suggestions. Also, don’t be afraid to ask me to write something. 

[hollymartinswrites]

Chapters: 15/? Fandom: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti), Doctor Sleep - Stephen King, Doctor Sleep (2019) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom, Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough, Mike Hanlon, Original Child Character(s), Dan “Danny” Torrance, Abra Stone Additional Tags: Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It, Post-IT Chapter Two (2019), Domestic, Light Angst, Family Feels, Childhood Trauma, Adoption, Kid Fic, Adopted Children, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Marriage, Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier Are Parents, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Minor Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Beverly Marsh & Richie Tozier Are Best Friends, Catholicism, Richie Tozier Has Issues, Extended Tozier Family, Medical Examinations, Stephen King References, The Shining References, Doctor Sleep References, References to Depression, Depression, Mentioned Sonia Kaspbrak

Summary:

Eddie and Richie embark on the most terrifying experience of all—parenthood. Or, the author desperately needed a domestic, family fix-it for Richie and Eddie and it turned into a much longer, angstier exploration than I expected.

Chapter XV: Growing up isn’t easy but Eddie and Richie are determined to help their daughters along the way.

The next couple of days went by in a blur. The rest of the Losers arrived, were just as shocked as Richie and Eddie at Bev and Ben’s surprise baby, and spent the remainder of the trip hugging, kissing, laughing, and fawning over Tess and Lydia and of course, baby Ida. Even though both men had insisted on no gifts for their daughters, none of the Losers had listened, and their daughters were delighted with their latest Christmas presents (Eddie even had to run out and purchase a new tote bag to lug them home).

But, soon enough, it was time to head back and face reality. The holiday season was over and the girls had school. Eddie, secretly, was looking forward to returning home and by the looks from his husband, he knew Richie felt the same way.

The girls cried when they left for the airport—even shy Tess. Clearly, Ben and Bev’s kindness and patience (and the new addition of an adorable, happy baby) had finally worked their magic on their daughter. Yet, by the time the family pulled into their own driveway, they were all more than relieved.

Together, Eddie and Richie helped the girls unpack, bathe, and get ready for their first day back to school after the break. Both men were grateful that they were raising children who truly enjoyed school and were too busy discussing which new outfits they would wear and what toys to tell their friends about to fret. Soon enough, it was time for bed and both girls, exhausted from their trip, dropped off to sleep easily. Now, it was time for just them.

“We did it,” Richie said, stretching after they walked into their bedroom. “We survived.”

“And the girls did great,” Eddie replied, yawning.

“Yeah, beyond what I expected,” Richie answered. “Guess we can start planning more family trips.”

Eddie nodded and leaned against the doorframe, gazing at his husband, a tender smile on his face. Richie yawned and reached for his dresser drawer before noticing.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Eddie replied, shrugging. “Just...I need to take a shower.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Be quicker if we take one together.”

Richie blinked and Eddie smirked as he watched his husband’s face go slack. After all these years, he still enjoyed shocking him.

“Together?” Richie repeated, his voice unnaturally high. “We haven’t done this since...since…”

“Come on,” Eddie grinned, taking his hand.

“But...what if this kids wake up and need us?”

“Ten minutes,” Eddie replied. “They’ll be fine for ten minutes.”

Richie grinned.

“Baby, when I’m this hard for you, I only need two minutes,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows in a poor imitation of seduction.

Eddie laughed and dragged him into the bathroom.

Work sucked.

He had been looking forward to getting back into the regular routine of things but, as he sat at his desk and stared at the hundreds of emails in his inbox, Eddie realized he would’ve been much happier at home. Rubbing at his eyes in frustration, Eddie sighed and tried to focus. He deleted as many unnecessary emails as possible, responded when necessary, and glanced up to the time. Two minutes had passed. Great.

His phone buzzed. Eddie quickly grabbed it and swiped it open. A text from Richie.

Just picked up Tess. She has her first loose tooth!

Eddie smiled, his heart suddenly light.

Send me a pic, he texted back and waited. And waited. And waited some more. He swallowed nervously but tried to remind himself that Richie was probably driving and shouldn’t he be glad that Richie never texted while driving?

Eddie looked back at his emails and tried to get through a few more, but he noticed he was nervously bouncing his leg. He clenched his free hand and took a deep, calming breath. It did not calm him.

His phone began ringing. He answered it immediately and winced at the sound of his daughter wailing.

“Hey, sorry,” Richie said, sounding breathless. “We had a bit of a meltdown in the car.”

“What happened?” Eddie asked quickly. “Is she alright? Are you alright?”

“We’re fine,” Richie answered. “We—Tess, it’s okay, I’m talking to Daddy, you can talk to him next—we just got home. And we’re a little freaked out by the whole loose tooth thing.”

Eddie’s heart twisted painfully.

“Let me speak with her,” he said gently.

“Okay, hang on,” Richie said and Eddie could hear him turn away from the phone and say, “Tess, baby, it’s Daddy. He wants to talk to you. Here, lemme wipe your nose. Okay, here you go.”

“Daddy?” whimpered a little wet voice.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie replied, his eyes closing briefly as he tried to keep calm, “are you okay? What’s wrong? Tell me.”

“I...I…” Tess broke down again and Eddie heard Richie gently calming her, “I’m scared!”

Eddie’s heart cracked a bit and he glanced down at his free hand, once again clenched tightly.

“What are you scared of?” he asked softly.

“I don’t wanna lose my tooth,” she wept. “I don’t want the Tooth Fairy to come. It’s gonna hurt.”

“Sweetheart, it’s not going to hurt,” he said quickly before changing tactics, “and it’s okay to be scared. We all get scared sometimes but you know you’re very brave, right?”

Tess was too busy crying to respond.

“Eddie?” Richie said as he got back on the phone.

“Do you need me to come home?”

“No, I think I can get it under control. Besides, it’s your first day back at work.”

Eddie glanced back at his computer screen and frowned. He absently rubbed at his chest, a deep pull nearly taking his breath away.

“I’m coming home,” he said firmly. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Alright, but only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure, Richie.”

Eddie ended the call and stood from his desk, the only thought in his mind that he wanted to be with his family.

He was home in less than half an hour. Richie opened the door before he even had a chance to unlock it, his husband smiling tiredly at him.

“Where’s Tess?” Eddie asked immediately, stepping inside.

“Down for a nap,” Richie answered, closing the door behind him. “I’m sorry, you really didn’t need to come home early.”

“I wanted to,” Eddie sighed, putting down his briefcase. “I couldn’t focus at work anyway. And I couldn’t… not with her upset like that.”

Richie nodded and ran a hand through his unruly hair.

“She calmed down a bit after talking to you,” he said. “She’s still spooked by the whole thing. I don’t know, I guess it’s scary the first time but I wasn’t prepared for a freakout like this. Lydia had only been excited.”

“I know,” Eddie replied. He gazed up at his husband and reached out to squeeze his shoulder. “How are you doing?”

Richie offered a gentle smile and shrugged.

“I’m alright,” he sighed. “I guess I was just...thrown off by her meltdown. Tess has been so good lately, so confident.” He shrugged again. “I hate seeing her upset.”

Eddie nodded and leaned up to peck him gently on the lips when they were interrupted by the sound of Tess crying out for her papa. Both men raced to her bedroom and threw open her door, only to see her sitting up in bed, her face hidden in her hands as she cried.

“Tess, Tess,” Eddie gasped, rushing up to her bed with Richie right behind him, “Tess, it’s alright, you’re safe. There’s nothing to worry about. Your papa and I are here.”

She immediately hid her face in his chest, muffling her sobs. Eddie looked up at Richie helplessly, but he looked as troubled as he felt. Surely this was a lot more than merely being scared of a loose tooth.

“Talk to us, kiddo,” Richie offered. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

Tess sniffled and wiped at her eyes before slowly sitting back.

“I knew...I knew my tooth was loose...loose last night,” she hiccuped through the tears. “It’s scary.”

“I know it’s a bit scary but it’s really nothing to fret over,” Eddie promised. “It’s just a part of growing up and it doesn’t hurt, it just feels weird.”

“Yeah, and you get money from the Tooth Fairy,” Richie reminded her.

Tess sniffled again before looking down at her lap.

“I...when I get scared...the bad things come back,” she admitted, her voice thick.

“What bad things?” Eddie asked, cold fear gripping his heart.

“The bad things I see,” she explained. “When I’m scared...they come back. The scary things. Like Papa floating and the mean lady who gave you yucky medicine when you was little, Daddy. I can’t make them go away.”

See, Eddie-Bear? I knew you couldn’t protect her, his mother laughed from the grave. A wave of dizziness overwhelmed him, and Eddie briefly wondered which way to fall in case he collapsed.

“Tess, those are…” Richie swallowed before taking her hands, “those aren’t real. They’re like bad dreams. They can’t hurt you.”

Tess shook her head.

“Abracadabra showed me how to stop them,” she murmured. “But it’s hard when I’m scared.”

Eddie blinked and was suddenly aware of Richie’s arms around him and their daughter. An intense desire to give way to tears overwhelmed him but for Tess’s sake, he remained quiet. He closed his eyes as he felt Richie kissing the top of both of their heads.

“It’s alright,” he whispered, “it’s alright, Tess.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said gently, “your Papa is right. They can’t hurt you. I know they’re scary but they can’t hurt you. They’re like memories or something.”

Tess nodded, tears still streaming down her face.

“And we’d never let anything hurt you,” Richie insisted. “Your daddy and I both promise you that.”

“I know,” Tess murmured.

“Just remember how brave you are,” Eddie whispered. “You and Lydia can do anything.”

“And a loose tooth has nothing on you,” Richie reminded her.

She nodded again and snuggled closer to her dads. Eddie closed his eyes again and took a deep breath, allowing his husband and daughter to center him.

“We need to talk to Abra,” Eddie declared later that night.

Richie looked up and nodded once.

“I suppose so,” he sighed.

“Her classes probably started up again,” Eddie considered. “What did she say? She’s a junior?”

“Sophomore, I think,” Richie answered.

“Well, I don’t want to take her away from her classes,” Eddie replied. “I just want her to...like...reassure Tess.”

Richie gazed off into the middle of the room and a sad smile appeared on his face.

“She doesn’t like change, poor thing,” he whispered. He turned towards Eddie. “Reminds me of you.”

Eddie sighed and shook his head.

“Maybe I’m overreacting,” he muttered. “Maybe we just need to take her to the therapist again.”

“We can do both,” Richie offered. He leaned back to lay on their bed. “At least Lydia was able to calm her down a bit about losing a tooth.” He sighed. “I’m not crazy about it either.”

Eddie furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Not crazy about what?” he asked.

Richie hesitated before admitting, “Tess losing a tooth means that she’s growing up.”

Eddie smiled and shook his head before stepping up to the bed and laying beside his husband. He rested an arm over his chest and sighed deeply.

“Our kids have to grow up,” he said gently.

“I know that,” Richie shot back. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

Eddie leaned in to kiss his cheek. Richie turned his head to catch Eddie’s lips with his own, his own hands reaching to card through Eddie’s hair.

“Maybe…” he murmured against Eddie’s lips, “maybe if we had a baby…”

Eddie burst out laughing.

“You ass,” he insisted. “I knew that was coming soon.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did, you’re not very subtle, Richie.”

Richie sighed and gazed up at the ceiling.

“But…”

“And what if we had a baby?” Eddie asked, leaning up on his elbows. “That baby will grow up, too. And what then? We get another baby?”

Richie shrugged.

“That’s a possibility,” he admitted.

Eddie rolled his eyes and, with his fingers, gently turned Richie’s face towards him. He smiled down at his husband, love filling him so completely that, for a moment, he couldn’t breathe.

“You’re a ridiculous man, Richard Tozier,” he murmured. “And I love you for it. But maybe let’s not discuss having another kid while our current one is in the middle of a crisis.”

Richie’s eyes grew brighter.

“You mean, you’d be up to discussing having another kid later?” he asked tentatively.

Eddie smiled again and nodded. Richie grinned and reached up, bringing his husband down to meet his lips once again. His hands carded through Eddie’s hair and, for the second time that day, Eddie felt dizzyingly weak. This time was much better.

“Where are we going?” Lydia asked for the upteenth time, swinging her and her father’s arms as she held his hand.

“We told you, the park,” Richie reminded her, squeezing her hand in reply.

“Bu it’s cold out,” she pointed out.

“It’s not that cold,” Richie answered. “And after the park, we’ll go get lunch.”

“Can we go to the American Girl store?” she asked.

“No, we have other plans.”

“What about the Museum of Natural History?”

Richie opened his mouth to refuse but immediately thought better of it and gazed at Eddie imploringly. Eddie shook his head. Nearly every trip to New York City resulted in Richie trying to convince Eddie to go to that museum again and though Eddie loved it, too, they had plans today.

“We’re nearly there,” Eddie said gently, “and if there’s enough time, we may be able to get to the zoo.”

Both girls cheered excitedly and Eddie hoped he wasn’t promising something he couldn’t come through with. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint his daughters...and Richie.

“I’m tired of walking,” Tess declared suddenly, pulling on his arm.

“Oh yeah?” Eddie replied. “Should we get you a stroller? Like baby Ida?”

Tess nodded solemnly and Eddie ran his hand through her hair.

“You’re far too grown up for that,” he observed. “I think you can handle another block or so.”

She gazed up at him with wide, plaintive eyes, and Eddie heard Richie sigh beside him.

“She learned that puppy dog look from you, you know,” Richie insisted.

Eddie was about to shoot back a snarky response when Lydia suddenly asked if they were finally at the park. The two men looked up.

“Yep,” Richie said. “Come on, let’s go find a bench to sit down for a minute.”

“What are we doing here, anyway?” Lydia asked. “We’re not seeing a play, are we?”

“No,” Richie sighed. “Did anyone ever tell you you ask a ton of questions?”

Lydia nodded.

“You did,” she pointed out, “but you said that was good and it shows I’m clever.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

Eddie sat down on a bench with Tess on his lap, his husband and other daughter following behind him.

“Your comeuppance for talking so much as a kid, Rich,” he observed. “At least, Lydia asks questions and not just spews nonsense like you did.”

Richie tried to glare but ended up smiling. Lydia began explaining what clever things she had recently done in school as the family rested on the bench, observing the people going about their day in the park. Eddie took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, wrapping his arms around Tess. This was nice. He could sit here all day with his family.

“Hey,” Richie said suddenly, his voice light, “who’s that over there, Tess?”

Eddie followed Richie’s pointing finger and a wave of nervousness washed over him. He prayed, not for the first time, that this wasn’t a big mistake. He needed Tess to be okay with it. He squeezed her in his arms again and watched her look, as well. When she spotted who her father was pointing to, she froze.

“Who’s that?” Lydia asked.

Before anyone could answer, Tess shrieked, “Abracadabra!” and launched herself out of Eddie’s arms. Stunned, he watched her race to the approaching young woman—a wide smile on her face—and throw her arms around her excitedly. They hugged for a long moment before Tess released her, took her hand and all but dragged her to her family.

“Daddy, Papa,” she cried, “this is Abracadabra! She’s real. I told you!”

“I know,” Eddie said, smiling as he glanced at his husband. Richie was also smiling and his eyes were shining brightly. “We always believed you, sweetheart.”

It was dark before they finally decided it was time to head home. Tess cried. Lydia pouted. Even Abra seemed upset but both men promised to visit again soon and plan more get togethers during the summer break.

“Good,” Abra insisted, “maybe I can come down by you guys at one point. The city is intolerable in the summer.”

“Oh, I remember,” Eddie agreed. “Tess, Lydia, say thank you to Abra for hanging out with us today.”

“Thank you,” Lydia declared, smiling.

Tess hesitated before throwing her arms around her again and hugging her tightly.

“Thank you, Abracadabra,” she whispered.

“Aw, you’re welcome,” Abra replied. “Are you feeling better now? Not so scared anymore, right?”

Tess nodded and wiped at her eyes before stepping back and taking her father’s hand.

“Thank you, Abra,” Richie said, his voice surprisingly serious, “for everything. For helping our daughter so much.” He swallowed and seemed at a loss for words. Abra merely smiled again and nodded.

Eddie cleared his throat and extended his hand. Abra took it.

“Yes, thank you,” he said softly. “I...we...thank you.”

Abra sniffed and shrugged.

“It was nothing,” she said quickly. “I just hope she does better now. No more getting scared, right, Tess?”

“Right,” Tess agreed.

The two men looked at the young woman and both felt compelled to do more than merely take her out for lunch and dinner. Still, to a college student, free food was better than gold, Eddie reasoned. He sighed and shook his head.

“Get home safe,” he said firmly.

“Don’t talk to strangers,” Lydia reminded her and Abra laughed.

“Okay, I promise,” she said and with one last quick hug to Tess, headed towards the subway.

Richie turned to gaze at his husband before looking down at their youngest daughter.

“Tess,” he asked, “was this a good thing? Was it good to see Abracadabra in person?”

Tess looked up at her father, her eyes bright and clear. She nodded vigorously.

“Yes, Papa,” she said, “I like seeing my friend.”

“It’s good to have friends,” Richie smiled, taking her other hand. “Your Daddy and I know that better than anyone.”

[aastralfox]

seven

Allenbert Week Day 2: hogwarts au (two days late but eh >.>;;)

Now that Julian thought about it, Barry Allen was trying to woo him for seven years.

Well, maybe the word ‎'woo' was a bit strong. After all, they both met when they were only eleven. The first time Julian saw Barry was when he was sorted. The hat stayed on his head for less than a second before 'Hufflepuff' was bellowed out over the crowd.

The second time was a few days later. He bounced in, a swirl of yellow and black, sticking out in the sea of red and gold that was the Gryffindor table. He squeezed himself in next to the girl who was - as Julian would later learn - his adoptive sister, blatantly ignoring protocol.

"‎You're to sit with your house for meals," Julian intoned from across the table. Barry craned his neck over to where his house mates were, across the Great Hall. He smiled and gave a wave to the ones who looked back before he turned to Iris again.

"You're supposed to,” Barry admitted, thoughtfully. “But there's nothing wrong with making friends, is there?"

Iris leveled a flat stare across the table at Julian. Her expression shifted into a congenial one as she turned back to Barry and patted his arm. "You can sit with me, Bear. I don't mind. Does anyone else?"

The rest of the table was too busy stuffing their respective faces to answer. Julian only tightened his jaw and narrowed his eyes.

 ***

 “Allen,” the Potion’s professor’s voice rang out, echoing off the damp stone walls.

Barry shrunk at the sound, trying to look small and failing. It was their second year and Barry was already into that awkward phase where he hadn’t quite yet figured out what to do with his longer limbs, save for knocking into things.

“Late again, I see. Ten points from Hufflepuff.”

“Okay but this time I have a reason,” Barry protested, over the disappointed noises of his fellow Hufflepuffs. “There was this cat in the hall tha--”

“I don’t care to hear your excuses, Allen. Kindly make your way to your seat and get to work.”

Julian directed his attention back down to his potions text, a smirk playing on his lips.

Barry shuffled into his assigned seat beside him. “You don’t have to look so happy about it,” he groused.

“Of course I’m happy. And with enough jeers from your house mates you’ll finally get your act together and be able to make it somewhere on time for once in your life.”

Barry sent another resentful look in Julian’s direction as he kicked his bag under the desk. He paused for a moment to wave at Cisco and Caitlin. The pair were seated in the desk beside them, both garbed in Ravenclaw blue.

"Yeah, about the whole ‘friends’ thing. I bet you'd be a nicer if you actually had a few," Barry retorted.

"I have friends and I don't need yours. Or your pity," Julian hissed.

Barry eyed the nearly-tied red and gold silk of Julian’s necktie. "You sure you were sorted into the right house? You definitely have that Slytherin attitude."

Julian bristled. "Says the person who was sorted into the house that stands for nothing."

"It stands for loyalty!" Barry responded, a bit too loudly. He dipped his head as the professor's eyes landed on him yet again. "Sorry, sorry." He snatched the wormroot they were supposed to be working with, cutting into it sullenly.

The rest of the class went by smoothly enough. Julian ignored the nasty looks each time he picked through Barry’s work, tossing out the ingredients that Barry had worked in which weren’t quite up to his standard, replacing it with his own meticulous preparations. Soon enough, the potion glowed a pale pink. It smelled of roses, cake and cherries.

Barry dipped his finger into it idly. "The offer still stands," he murmured, softly. Julian looked over in bafflement and Barry clarified, "If you wanted to join us tomorrow."

"I've more productive things to do than join you and your friends on your little picnic excursion by the lake. Thanks."

Barry rolled his eyes, no doubt wondering why he bothered. "Fine. Your loss, Julian."

 ***

 By their third year, Barry had made Hufflepuff’s Quidditch team. Caitlin had made it her personal mission to drag Julian out to every event. Iris helped, of course. Julian wasn’t quite sure when Barry’s friends had become his friends, but they had, and so here he was, flanked by Iris on one side and her first-year brother Wally on the other. Julian wasn’t escaping.

It was Hufflepuff versus Slytherin on the pitch. While the Ravenclaw loyalties were split between the two teams, depending on who had friends where, the rivalry between the Gryffindors and Slytherins were too strong for the Gryffindors to not universally band against the Slytherins.

Honestly, it was just loud and headache-inducing.

And what was Barry Allen doing flying upside-down?

Across the pitch Julian could see Caitlin and Cisco rising in the stands to cheer each time Barry scored a goal. Julian might not have particularly liked Allen, even now, but even he could admit that the boy had talent as a chaser. Every flip and twirl was carefully executed. Barry rolled away from bludgers flying at his head and wove through the enemy defenses, little more than a flash of colour.

The game was close. The Slytherin team was aggressive, upping their defense and quickly closing the gap as their chasers scored goal after goal. The Hufflepuff keeper suffered a blow to the head and the shaky goaltending allowed a few extra Quaffles to sneak past.

Near game’s end, the Slytherin team was ahead by ten points. It ended gloriously for the Hufflepuff team when the the Hufflepuff chaser - one Eddie Thawne - secured the snitch.

Julian stumbled from the stands after Iris, nearly half-deaf. She abandoned him in favour of crushing Barry into a hug when she finally reached him. “You were amazing out there!”

“Hah. Thanks,” Barry returned the gesture with a breathless laugh.

“Well, don’t think I’m going to take it easy on you when Hufflepuff plays against Gryffindor. You’re going to have to work for every goal.” Iris, like Joe before her, was a keeper, and perhaps one of the best Gryffindor had ever seen.

“I look forward to it,” Barry said, with a grin.

Eddie took the chance to squeeze in by them, presenting the Snitch to Iris with a sweeping bow. “Milady.” Iris snorted but accepted it anyway, with a small smile.

“Damn, Barr. You’ve been holding out on me,” Wally commented. “When you gonna teach me to fly like that?”

Barry laughed. “Later, I promise.” Barry looked past Wally, directing the full force of his smile at Julian. “What did you think?’

“Of you?”

“Of the game, actually, but why not both?”

Julian struggled not to smile. Barry Allen’s sunshine attitude was as infectious as it was irritating. Apparently three years weren’t enough to make himself immune. “You weren’t...terrible.”

The smile brightened impossibly further. “I got mad skills.”

“Please don’t ever say that again,” Julian, Iris and Eddie chimed, at once.

 ***

 By the time Julian reached his fourth year, it was starting to become a struggle, avoiding Barry. He was just everywhere with his annoyingly cheerful smiles and bright attitude. Barry was still, always, consistently and without fail, late. He had no regard for authority and why people just let him get away with everything they did was beyond him.

It would be easy to hate him, so easy were it not for the simple fact that Barry also happened to be the single nicest person that Julian had ever met. While he wanted to label Barry as little more than an air-headed imbecile, he couldn’t do that either because, beneath the awkwardness and short attention span, he was also brilliant.

Julian was jealous, plain and simple. Jealous, and something else that he wasn’t quite ready to put a name to.

And, like the Hufflepuff that he was, Barry seemed to be a particularly good finder.

Julian huffed an irritated sigh and scowled at his unwelcome companion. Barry had found him in the library, in a small corner that Julian had thought to be a secret, until now.

“Hey.”

“Allen.”

Barry ignored the clear distaste radiating from the other boy, opting to sit down beside him nonetheless. “It’s nice here. Cozy.” It was a small alcove mostly hidden by shelves. Julian had turned it into something of a fort. Stacks of books made for makeshift walls, and a few pillows cushioned the ground.

“And too small for two people.”

“Funny, I seem to fit just fine,” Barry noted, dryly.

“Allen…”

“What happens to you?” Barry blurted out. Julian gaped.

“What?”

“Every year, it feels like I make some progress with you. That we’re starting to become friends. And then it’s summer, and when we come back you’re back to...well, you. This,” Barry gestured at him.

Julian ground his teeth, tightening his jaw as he tried to figure out which part of that statement was worth addressing. “Why?” he asked, finally. “Why are you so determined to be my friend?”

Barry shrugged a shoulder and looked away, not meeting his gaze. “I don’t know,” he murmured. “Maybe I’m just being stupid and stubborn. I just...want to get to know you. I want to help. That’s all.”

Julian took a calming breath. “What makes you so sure I need help?”

“I don’t. I’m not. Sure, that is.”Barry took a breath and looked back over at Julian. “I can just...sense it? Does that make sense? No it doesn’t,” Barry muttered to himself and rested his head against the wall, gazing blankly ahead. “Listen, I don’t know what goes on with you, and I shouldn’t have asked. Sorry. Just...remember that you don’t have to be alone here. You have friends. You might not like me but you seem to get along with Cisco and Caitlin just fine.”

Silence reigned for a moment before Barry shifted, breaking it. “I’ll, uh, leave you to it.”

“Go get your notes.”

“What was that?”

Julian looked down at the tome in his lap, running a hand over the page. “If you’re determined to bother me then at least I can make use of you. Go get your Arithmancy notes and come back.”

Barry beamed that sunshine-smile at him again, the one that did things to his stomach and his heart both. “Gotcha. Be back in a flash.”

 ***

 He was like some character out of a fairy tale, some prince from those Muggle fantasy movies about magic. The Care of Magical Creatures class in their fifth year had quickly turned into ‘watch Barry Allen tame everything with sharp teeth and sharper claws that normally don’t like anyone or anything’.  

Julian swore it was a Hufflepuff thing. They were more earth-aligned than the other houses. Herbology and the like. That was their thing. Eddie also had a way with them. But the three winged horses which surrounded Eddie were nothing compared to the rest of the herd, all of whom had flocked to Barry upon laying eyes on him.

The rest of the students carefully made their way to the remaining stragglers. Slow and steady, they were told. Approach carefully and cautiously. Respect them. Let them have their space. Let them come to you.

Well, apparently that only worked with Barry. Whenever Julian came near one, it would bolt, trotting over to join the crowd around Barry. Finally, he gave up, crossing his arms and staying near the edge of the pen, watching the rest and cataloguing behaviour for their upcoming essay.

Barry caught his gaze and grinned. Julian merely stared back, offering a small quirk of the brow.

Barry peeled away from his herd of smitten followers, bringing a Granian mare with him. “No luck?” he asked. He kept a hand on her chin, guiding her forward.

“Seems like their attention is diverted elsewhere,” Julian noted. The rest of the herd had begun to follow as well, trailing after Barry and the one mare that he had chosen to lead.

Barry laughed softly. “Here, give me your hand,” he said. He was nearly by Julian now, the winged mare dutifully in tow.

“What?”

“Did you want to pet one or not?”

“I think watching would’ve sufficed for the assignment,” Julian said. He cautiously extended his arm. Barry took his hand (and Julian studiously ignored the thump-thud of his heart) and pulled him closer to the mare. She wuffled softly, dark eyes flicking to Julian and back to Barry. “Hey. S’ok. He’s okay. Cranky sometimes, but he’s a good guy under it all,” Barry soothed.

Julian snorted, but his eyes were fixed on their joined hands. Barry stepped behind Julian, (Close! Too close!) and led him closer to the mare, setting his hand gently on her muzzle. The Granian’s muzzle felt like soft velvet under his hand, but it was the back of his hand that tingled, where Barry’s still lay against him. He could feel his warmth, seeping into his hand, and into his back from where Barry still stood, too-close behind him.

Julian coughed, shifting backward to try and break the contact and succeeded only in closing the distance between them, his back pressing against Barry’s front. For a brief moment Barry’s other hand came to rest on his hip - presumably to steady him - and Julian twitched again, stepping to the side this time, and putting some distance between himself and Barry.

“Thank you. That was. Informative,” Julian stated, shakily, before he scarpered.

“Julian?”

“Thank you!”

 ***

 The spectacular disaster that was the Triwizard Tournament of 1994 put another halt on subsequent tournaments, calling into question the ethicality of the event as a whole. However, with the defeat of Lord Voldemort, and the general control over the matter of Dark Wizards as a whole, there were murmurs of it again returning.

In 2017, it did.

The announcement brought much excitement and fanfare. It was again being hosted at Hogwarts and while there was much debate over the validity of hosting the event at the school where it had gone so horribly wrong before, it was universally agreed upon that it would act as a collective middle finger to fate.

They were beyond those dark times. They’d risen above it, progressed past it, and they were more than able to remember the tragedies which occurred, celebrating the memory of those who were lost, while also ringing in a glorious tomorrow.

The group was now in their seventh and last year at Hogwarts, and more than eligible to participate.

Well, all but Wally, of course.

“So what? Even if I put my name in the Goblet of Fire it’s just gonna spit it back out,” Wally said.

“You’re still not putting your name in,” Iris warned, firmly.

“What? Worried I’m gonna get picked?”

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about. That and you getting blasted back a hundred feet when the goblet rejects you,” Iris chided. “Barry? A little help here?”

“Uh, yeah. I mean, it probably won’t even mat--” Iris’ glare was like pure ice and Barry quickly corrected himself. “Buuut it’s probably better if you don’t. Yknow. Do it.”

“But you’re entering,” Wally pointed out.

“Yeah! Well, I’m also of-age and allowed.”

“Sounds like fun,” Cisco said. “I’m in.”

“Cisco. People die in these things,” Caitlin pointed out, softly.

“Yeah but there’s supposed to be all these new precautions in place. Hey, Julian? You entering?”

“Already have,” Julian said, with a grin.

“Oh c’mon, we were supposed to drop out names in together.”

“I wasn’t told that,” Julian responded.

“He wasn’t. Cisco just came up with that,” Barry said, smiling at Julian and then looking back at Cisco.

The chatter went on. Cisco, Iris, Barry and Eddie all dropped their names into the Goblet. Caitlin refrained, vowing instead to make sure to ‘patch them all up’ if any of them were picked (and subsequently injured).

They huddled together in the Great Hall on the night of the Champion Selection. Julian felt something twist in his gut as he looked over at Barry. Not the usual flutter-twist sensation that he got whenever he looked at him - which was getting really irritating by the way - but a different twist. A nauseated one.

The hall was a crowded mess as students from all three schools trooped in. They jostled around, squeezing together, making room for everyone on the bench. Julian’s shoulder was pressed up against Barry’s. Caitlin was at his other side.

The headmistress drew the first name. “The Durmstrang Champion...Oliver Queen!”

Julian didn’t listen to the name. He was more fixed on that feeling in his gut.

The second name was spat out from the Goblet. “The Beauxbatons Champion is… Kara Danvers!”

Everyone held their breath for the third. “And! The Hogwarts Champion is….Barry Allen!”

Oh. Of course it was him.

So that’s what the feeling was about.

Of course Barry participated - with zeal, happy to carry both school and house pride - and of course he got hurt. It was a Beauxbatons win during the first Trial, but just barely. All three Champions trooped out of the Forbidden Forest, sporting varying degrees of injuries. Sure, there were precautions in place to prevent deaths. But as is the case even with basic wizarding classes, there wasn’t any amount of anything that could prevent a person from getting hurt.

Julian visited, while Barry was healing up in the infirmary. They all visited, but by some, unspoken agreement between the group, Julian was often left to sit vigil at Barry’s bedside on his own.

“You don’t have to look so worried,” Barry said, gently. “I heal fast.”

Julian started. “I didn’t realize you were awake.”

“Just woke up.” Barry shifted and winced.

“Don’t move. Did you need water?”

“I’m good.” Barry settled back down and turned his head, watching Julian for a long moment. “Didn’t expect you to be here.”

“Where did you expect me to be?”

“Dunno,” Barry said. “Not here?”

“Funny.”

“I know,” Barry said, with a dopey, lopsided smile. “I’m glad you are though. Here, that is.” he added.

Julian’s heart did a jump and he scowled internally. This crush was getting out of hand and while, yes, he was ready - after literal years - to acknowledge that this was a crush, it was no less bothersome to deal with.

The younger him might’ve been onto something with the whole idea of applying distance. It didn’t work, and wouldn’t in the future - not with Barry being Barry all the time - but he was onto something.

“You are?” Julian asked.

“Yeah.” Barry closed his eyes, smiling. “It’s nice, having you around. Well...when you’re not being a butt,” he added, carefully.

“Sorry. That’s more or less my default personality. You’re going to have to get used to it.”

“Mm...s’not though,” Barry murmured. He blinked at him before clarifying. “You care. A lot. And that scares you. Because you’ll do anything for the people who you care about, right? Your sister? Emma’s starting Hogwarts next year isn't she?”

Julian frowned. Barry’s thoughts were coming out in a disjointed fashion, which added to the confusion. Though, the real question here was how. “How did you-?”

“Know?” Barry finished. “Sorry. Wasn’t looking into you or anything but. I heard. Things. Your family’s crazy rich, right? Must be hard, living up to that reputation. That’s part of your deal, isn’t it?”

“Barry…”

“It’s okay. You’re brave. You’re a Gryff, after all.” Barry laughed and winced when a spasm pulled at still-sore limbs.

"Easy," Julian murmured, setting a hand on Barry's uninjured shoulder to still him. "Just res--"

Barry took his hand in one of his own. ‎"You were worried about me," he observed.

As was the case with the pegasi of last year, Julian was reduced to staring at their hands. "‎I was," he admitted, because he was a Gryffindor and he was supposed to be brave.

"You were sorted right," Barry murmured. "I didn't see it right away. Guess that's why they let the hat do the sorting, huh?"

Julian shook his head. He needed to get this conversation back on track. "You need to be careful. You still have two Trials left. You can't bring the Cup to Hogwarts of you exhaust yourself."

"Yeah. Next one's supposed to be in the air. Somehow. I got a weird clue from the box we were supposed to find," he said. Barry shook his head. "Good thing I'm a fast flyer, huh? Have to plan for that...but, I gotta say, I'm also planning for other things as well."

"Such as?"

"Such as the Yule Ball and who I'm going to take. Champions have to bring a partner," Barry informed.

Julian's chest supplied him with that helpful gut-punch feeling. Thanks. "Yes, well, I'm sure the ladies and gentlemen of Hogwarts are all lining up for you."

Barry had the decency to blush. "Well..."

"Anyone would be lucky to go with you," Julian said. And if he sounded a fraction bitter, it was because he was.

"Anyone?"

There was something in Barry's tone that made Julian think that he'd just walked into a trap. "Er. Yes?"

The smile confirmed it. Definitely a trap.

"Okay. Be my date then."

Julian stared for a moment before he pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “That isn’t funny.” He sounded annoyed enough, despite the fact that his heartbeat had sped up to something alarming.

“Did you think I was joking?” Barry’s tone changed, dipping lower, more somber. “Hey, remember when you asked me why I wanted to be your friend so badly?”

“That was almost four years ago!”

“Yeah, and I have an answer for you now. I like you, Julian. I wanted to get to know you, to get close to you.”

“And you realized this just now?”

Barry shook his head. “No, I knew I liked you liked you for a couple years now. I didn’t say anything until now because...well, I didn’t know how.” He laughed once. “It still didn’t come out quite right, did it? But...I needed to say something. I guess nearly getting crushed by a troll changes your perspective on things.” Barry said. Julian remembered the winged horse and the soft touch on his waist. Barry squeezed his hand and Julian realized that he was still holding it.

“If that was what it took then I would’ve dropped one on your years ago,” Julian mused. He shifted his grip, threading their fingers together in wonderment.

“So that’s a yes?”

“Hm?”

“Yule Ball. With me.”

Julian laughed, rising from his chair to press a kiss to Barry’s cheek. “Yeah. It’s a yes.”

Barry’s shoulders sagged in relief. “Good. Not sure what I’d have done if you’d said ‘no’.”

Julian chuckled softly. “Knowing you? You’d have annoyed me and pestered me until I agreed to go out with you.”

“Well, to be fair, it’s how I got you to be my friend the first time.”

“Yeah, it was.” Because, now that Julian thought about it, Barry Allen was trying to woo him for seven years.

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#5

So I have a really crazy theory but bear with me.

You may have heard that Minear said there’d be a storyline involving a wedding. And a number of people started worrying about it being Eddie and Ana’s wedding.

But what if it was Eddie and Buck’s?

Hear me out:

Let’s say Eddie and Ana break up after the Carla dinner in 4x13. Let’s then say Eddie gets injured or has an accident at work at the end of that episode or the beginning of the next one.

Eddie’s parents call, talking about how he’s putting himself in danger and isn’t good for Chris. Eddie realizes if anything happens to him his parents get Chris and they’ll take him from LA. Eddie wants Chris to be with someone who loves him and who better than Buck?

Cue them getting married at the courthouse so Buck can adopt Chris. And since they have to try and make it seem real, Buck would move in with Eddie to make it convincing! Which could be what the 911 Twitter account was getting at when they were all “hint hint” when someone joked Buck should move in with Eddie. When you put it all together it makes a small amount of sense.

I think it’s a long shot but it could happen. I also think if it does happen I’m gonna go buy a lottery ticket the next day lol.

What do you guys think?

32 notes • Posted 2021-04-23 00:26:02 GMT

#4

This is not gonna be classy but

DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD.

Bye Ana! You will not be missed

35 notes • Posted 2021-10-05 01:00:47 GMT

#3

Wait. So the “great” was about buck and taylor?

Why the hell was it in the Buck and Eddie video?

Is it meant to be like “oh he and Taylor are just friends so he and Eddie can be more?”

911 writers, I HAVE QUESTIONS

52 notes • Posted 2021-05-11 01:03:40 GMT

#2

GUYS

Don’t worry about Eddie and Ana.

He literally gave her the same kiss he gave his grandmother.

They are heading to an end.

I can’t see them continuing past like maybe the beginning of season 5.

*Edit*: also notice how he didn’t expect Ana to be taking care of Chris even though she’s his girlfriend?

Yep. This isn’t gonna last

56 notes • Posted 2021-05-25 01:20:56 GMT

#1

WAIT GUYS

I have a theory.

We’re all freaking out over the L word, I know, but let’s dissect.

It’s pretty well established that the song choices in 911 are pretty significant.

So why, when buck and Taylor are saying those three important words, would “last dance” be playing?

Let’s look at the lyrics.

“I can’t be sure you’re the one for me, but all I ask is that you dance with me”?

“Let’s dance this last dance tonight”?

Could it be that Buck and Taylor danced their last dance tonight?

That plus the mysterious insta stories of Oliver Stark today make me think that this isn’t the doom and gloom we all think it is.

I think that something else will happen to cause the end of bucktaylor, and it’ll be soon.

67 notes • Posted 2021-11-30 02:22:38 GMT

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