#I'm always ok with multiplayer if everyone else is. always. I used to play table top games

[dontpetmeibite]

"Coolant? Sparkling? Goat?" Ravage is also looking up at the ceiling. "I don't think I could carry the goat. Especially not both the goat and the coolant and Catfish..."

Catfish is delighted. She is clapping her hands together and trying to stand up despite being magnetised to her mother's back. This is even better than the rubber chickens.

"Settle," says Ravage, but there's nothing harsh in it.

Catfish doesn't, though--she has somehow demagnetised herself.

Catfish is not a flight frame. She is, however, also running on the ceiling. Meanwhile the disgusting scent of the plastic vomit has the hyper-olfactory Ravage grabbing her midsection and trying extremely hard not to vomit herself.

It doesn't look like she's going to succeed.

"Mama? Mama sick?"

Catfish does not seem to be the least bit perturbed by the fact that her feet are on the ceiling and not the floor. Ravage is shaken by the awful realisation that she's going to think this is just something she does now and try it again when there isn't a weird magic glitch-goat around.

"Have I ever mentioned how much I hate exotic physics?*"

This is when her fuel tank relays realise she has opened her mouth and now she is also being sick.

Catfish makes soothing, worried little noises from the ceiling.

"Yes," Ravage says, chest heaving. No way is she going quadruped because then she'd have to run and there's way too much puke on the floor. "Help me. I need help. I don't know what kind of help I need, but I definitely need help."

@remixofpraxus

@red-in-revolt

*this is a catchphrase she repeats throughout Voice of Stanix, especially during some of the more improbable Lost Lights shenanigans. Along with 'nobody has ever confused me with a scientist'.

::Hey Ravi did you need help carrying the-::

She stopped dead in her tracks as she spotted the goat on the ceiling.

::So um, I'm either hallucinating or there is a goat running on the ceiling::

@dontpetmeibite

@red-in-revolt

[everykindofnerd13]

Richie is Trilingual AU

Based in 2019

It wasn't expected, Richie just panicked and started cursing Bowers out, it was completely normal, except, it was in French.

"Putain de merde!" He shouted angrily, pushing Bowers backwards by the shoulders.

"He t'encule!" He shouted, flipping Henry off. The losers looked on in shock while Henry Bowers just stared up at him in confusion.

"Dègage!" He exclaimed, making waving motions at Henry, who quickly scrambled up and ran away, glancing back at Richie as he went. Richie smiled to himself, then turned to look at his friends, who were still staring at him in shock. That's when he realised, he'd been accidentally shouting in French. He flushed and covered his face with his hands.

"Uh, Rich, what the hell was that?" Stan asked, his voice sounding slightly angry, but mostly confused.

"Uh, French?" Richie half asked, shrugging his shoulders and letting out an awkward laugh. Everyone still looked so confused, but Eddie looked starstruck.

"You know French!?" He asked, in his usual agitated voice, but his face conveying excitement.

"Uh yeah..." Richie answered, scratching the back of his neck.

"And you never thought to tell us?" Bev asked, sounding slightly offended. Richie chuckled and shook his head.

"I thought you guys would've realised, I usually speak in French when I'm doing homework, talking to myself in the language I learned first is just easier." Everyone's mouths fell agape.

"That's why nothing you say ever makes sense! It's actually a different language!" Eddie exclaimed, still staring right at Richie.

"What do you mean 'the language you learned first"? Ben asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Have I never told you guys that my mom is French?" He asked. Everyone shook their heads, "Oh well, she is, she and her family moved to the states when she was seventeen, so she spoke a lot of French, and my dad knew it as well because he went to France for his exchange program. So they just spoke French when they were alone in the house and I learned to speak French first rather than English, but that was pretty easy as well." Everyone's mouths were still agape in surprise. Richie laughed and shook his head.

"I know Spanish too, since my dad's side of the family is Latino." He explained, stepping forward and wrapping an arm around Eddie's shoulders, then turning around and leading his friends toward the clubhouse. Eddie looked up at him with stars in his eyes, mouth still slightly open.

"You're Trilingual?" He asked. Richie laughed at the word but nodded.

"Yeah, it's weird having family that speaks two different languages and neither did them is the one I speak with my chosen family." He ruffled Eddie's hair and smiled at his friends.

"But yeah, when I'm with my mom's side of the family, I speak French, when I'm with my dad's side of the family I speak Spanish, and when I'm with you guys, I speak English." Stan nodded, looking at the ground, his fingers intertwined with Bill's.

"Is it ever hard to remember certain words or phrases?" Eddie asked, still looking at Richie, who was looking at the ground and ahead of hi,m so that he could steer Eddie away from any obstacles.

"Well, sometimes when I was younger I would forget some words in English or Spanish and start saying them in French until I could remember, but it's not like I forget to switch over to a different language or anything. It's like, I've programmed my brain to speak certain languages with certain people, which is why the idea of a family reunion is terrifying. Imagine having to speak French with some people, Spanish with some people, and English with you guys, all in one night? Ugh!" Everyone blushed when he said 'you guys' because it meant he really did consider them family.

"You consider us family enough to bring us to a family reunion?" Mike asks, the first time he's spoken since before the Bowers attack.

"Of course, I mean, Mike brought all of his friends over when we met up with his family in Indiana. I think I'd bring you guys anywhere my family belongs." Richie said, smiling fondly at his friends. Eddie blushed darker, but didn't take his eyes off of Richie.

"Thanks Rich..." He murmured, causing Richie to look down at him and smile.

"Anytime Eds." He whispered back, "But yeah, I speak three languages, that that you just saw though, was a slip up, I don't always realise until after when I'm upset if I'm speaking a different language." He explained. Everyone nodded in understanding.

"Ok, so have you ever just, cursed out s family member in a different language, just to see what happens?" Bill asked, leaning over to look at Richie, who laughed.

"Yeah, Mike doesn't speak French, he's never had a reason to. So once, when we were younger, he took my comic book, and I told him that he was an Asshole, but in French, so I got in trouble for that, but he never found out what exactly I said." Eddie and Bev giggled at the story.

"Mike is the one that looks just like you right?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, Mike and Boris look exactly like Richie, but without glasses." Eddie explains swiftly, and points at the air as if to gesture to the different people. Ben mouths "oh." Then nods. Bev laughs at his response.

"Well, Richie, what exactly did you say to Bowers?" She asked. Richie laughed.

"Well, first I shouted 'What the Fuck' cause he was being an Ass, then I said 'fuck you' and last, I told him to scram because he needed to leave." Richie explained, shrugging. Eddie laughed at the translation, covering his mouth with his free hand. Richie once again smiled down at him with stars in his eyes, causing Stan to turn to Bill and open his mouth with his tongue hanging out and point down his throat, then make a gagging noise, making Bill chuckle. Richie flipped them off and made a snot face, then opened the hatch to the clubhouse and climbed down inside. Eddie followed soon after, and before soon, all the losers were seated sporadically around the clubhouse. Richie and Eddie we're back in the hammock, Bev, Ben and Mike were all sitting in Beanbags, and Bill and Stan had chosen the Egg chair that Bev had gotten for Christmas from her aunt, Bill settled halfway on Stan's lap, halfway actually in the chair.

"S-so, what do y-you guys w-wanna do?" Bill asked, leaning back and wrapping his arm around Stan's back so that he didn't crush him, then leaning his head on Stan's. Eddie practically jumped to get his opinion out.

"We should play Mike's Xbox!" He exclaimed excitedly. Everyone groaned and rolled their eyes, except for Richie who agreed with him immediately. Everyone sighed and rolled their eyes, but they got up and moved everything around, the TV, the controllers, the coffee table, and they all moved to sit around it more comfortably. They moved the beanbags and eggchair into a semi-circle around the TV, and Bev moved to sit in Ben's lap, while Richie plopped down in the other beanbag. When Eddie moved to sit down on the floor Richie shook his head grabbed Eddie's hips, pulling the smaller boy down into the beanbag with him. Eddie's mouth fell open and he squawked as he hit Richie's lap.

"Richie!" He exclaimed loudly, covering his face with his hands. Richie chuckled and wrapped his arms around Eddie's waist.

"Yeah sure, sitting basically on top of me in the hammock is fine, but sitting in my lap is completely different, plus it wouldn't be fair for you to sit in the floor while everyone else sat in chairs, so yeah." Richie explained himself, his face lighting up as well, that burst of confidence immediately gone.

"Rich..." Eddie mumbled.

"Wow! Richie actually cares about someone else?" Stan asks sarcastically, and Richie snaps his head around to look at him and glares.

"We all know I'd kill for you guys now shut up." Richie snarks, then wraps his arms around Eddie's waist, resting them in his lap. Eddie continued to blush but reached forward and grabbed a controller off the ground. They hadn't been able to afford more than two controllers, so it was a two at a time game. Bill was already holding the other one, now seated in Stan's lap so he could more comfortably play.

"W-what do you w-wanna play?" He asked, and looked at Eddie, who contemplated for a second before snatching Bill's controller and putting on Sea of Theives. The Losers had all found that Eddie particularly enjoyed RPGs. Though only Richie and Bill had realised it was because he had so much control over it, the feeling of control was almost foreign to Eddie, growing up in his household, so they never once told him to try something different when he put on an RPG.

"Sea of Thieves today? I was expecting The Outer Worlds." Richie chimed in from Eddie's shoulder.

"I like Sea of Theives just as much, plus, Outer Worlds isn't multiplayer, and I'm in a multiplayer mood!" Eddie explained sharply, before getting his control ready and nodding at Bill to start the game. Richie smiled to himself and relaxed, his eyes following Eddie and Bill's every movement on the screen. Slowly, he and Eddie relaxed back into the beanbag so that Richie was leaning back into it with Eddie on his chest, still thoroughly focused on his game. His knees were up in front of him, keeping him from slipping onto the floor while Richie's were wrapped around his waist with his arms, completely koalaing onto Eddie. Richie suddenly got the idea to throw Eddie off as he listened to Eddie huff in frustration. He leaned ever so slightly closer to Eddie's ear and whispered so only Eddie could hear.

"Eddie Mon amour, tu es tellement talentueux." Eddie's face lit up, and Richie felt pride fill his heart. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't realised the obvious awe in Eddie's eyes when he explained it was French he had been speaking.

"Eddie cher~" he sang quietly, and Eddie began to fumble his remote.

"Tu es trip mignon~" he continued, and Eddie's blush deepened further, reaching the tips of his ears.

"Je t'aime Eddie~" he sang more and Eddie gasped, dropping his controller and turning to slap Richie.

"Richie! You- you can't just! Ugh!" He complained loudly, then stood up and stomped over to the hammock. Richie was frozen in shock, while Bill quickly paused the game and set down his remote as well. He glares at Richie knowingly, then nodded toward the hammock that was still swinging slightly from the force Eddie had used to get in. Richie sighed, but nodded and stood up. As he was on his way to the hammock he took Bill's remote and closed the game, saving their progress of course then put on some music and used the 'I'm watching you' motion on all of his friend who either nods or put their hands in the air to prove their innocence. He huffed and walked over to the hammock, where Eddie was laying on his side. He pulled at the side of the hammock and he got in as well, but instead of laying at the opposite end, he layed with his head above Eddie's, and pulled him over on top of himself. Eddie looked at him annoyed, and blew a gust of minty breathe in his face.

"What is it?" Richie asked quietly, so that the other Losers didn't here them.

"You- Richie, I don't know what all you said, but you did say 'I Love You Eddie' in French." Richie's face lit up but he kept his composure.

"Uh... I didn't think you knew French..." He mumbled, and Eddie smiled softly.

"I don't Richie, but Je t'aime is a super common phrase in movies." He explained, and Richie nodded, clearly embarrassed. Eddie moved his hands to Richie's face while Richie moved his to Eddie's thighs.

"Do you wanna know what else I said?" Richie questioned while pulling Eddie's legs up and around his so that Eddie's knees weren't digging into his legs. Eddie blushed even harder but nodded, moving his arms around Richie's neck and putting his head down on his chest.

"Well first, I said, 'Eddie my love, you are so talented' then I said, 'Eddie dear' and then I said 'You're so cute', and last I said," Richie placed a kiss to Eddie's Temple and leaned back, moving his arms around Eddie's waist," I love you."

Eddie blushed immensely and hugged Richie tighter then turned his head and whispered into Richie's ear, "I love you too~" Richie smiled and hugged Eddie back, then shut his eyes and began to hum. Eddie soon fell asleep, his head rested on Richie's shoulder. Richie let him sleep for a while before leaning in close to his ear.

"Eddie~" he whisper sang, "Honey Bunny~" Eddie began to stir, and Richie became more persistent, "Eddie my love~" he sang sweetly.

"I love you so~" Eddie grumbled into Richie neck and moved his hand to lightly smack Richie's cheek.

"How I've wanted for you, you'll never know~" he continued.

"Richhhhh" Eddie complained loudly, and pushed himself up and off of Richie's chest, "Stop it..." He grumbled.

"I'll stop when you stop being a cute sleeper." Richie remarks, causing a bright red blush to spread over Eddie's cheeks.

"So uh, when are you guys gonna stop flirting and come back to sit down and be disgustingly cute and closeted over here?" Bev called from her place in Ben's lap. Richie and Eddie's faces both lit up and they stared knowingly into eachother's eyes, but began giggling almost immediately.

"Y-yeah, hey l-love birds! G-get over h-here! I w-w-wanna play s-some games with my R-RPG b-buddy!" Bill exclaimed loudly, waving Eddie's remote in the above the Egg Chair. Richie sighed and pushed on Eddie's stomach, pushing him up to sit in Richie's lap instead.

"Oh come on, you're not gonna expect me to be able to get out of the hammock with you in my arms right?" He asked. Eddie giggled and shook his head, moving one of Richie's arms from his waist to his front and waving it around in the air.

"With these noodle arms, you couldn't even lift me!" Eddie joked, and scrambled out of the hammock. He ran over to the Egg chair next to Bill and Stan and crouched down next to it. Richie scrambled out after him and followed quickly, his arms out in front of him and wiggling his fingers, ready to attack at any given moment. When he saw Eddie's red tennis shoes and bottle socks peeking out from behind the chair he pounced, but was caught by Bill and Stan both.

"No toucha da child." Stan stated plainly. Richie raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?" He asked.

"N-no tou-toucha da ch-child!" Bill exclaimed excitedly, pushing Richie over into his beanbag. Eddie giggled and stood up, walking over to Richie.

"Eddie Spaghetti! You return to me!" He made grabbing motions and pasted his lap, and Eddie plainly took a seat. Richie went to wrap his arms back around Eddie's waist, but instead, he felt a smack to his wrist. He looked up and saw Bill leaning over from his spot in Stan's lap in the egg chair, and staying like that.

"No toucha da child." He stated seriously, then slowly his face broke out in a smile and he began to laugh, losing his balance and almost knocking the chair over into he process, but Stan grabbed him and pulled him up before it happened.

Then he turned to Richie and whispered, "No toucha da child." To which Richie promptly flipped him off and put his arms around Eddie's waist and put his head on his shoulder. Stan and Bill leaned backward and put their hands on their chests in mock offense. Eddie giggled at their antics but reached up and grabbed his remote from Bill's hand and nodded at him to start the game.

"You two are sickening." Bev remarked, repeating Stan's motion from early before they entered the clubhouse.

Richie flipped her off too and she shook her head.

"No, I mean Bill and Stan, they already act like newly Weds, and they've been dating a month."

"Aww Bevvy, ils sont amoureux!" He exclaimed throwing his arm dramatically in the air. Stan smacked said hand, and Bill punched him in the arm. He huffed and brought his arm back to Eddie's stomach.

"Hmph, just play your game then." He mock pouted, putting his head on Eddie's shoulder.