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mr-and-mr-diaz · 4 years ago

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*Gasp* And They Were NEIGHBORS! A Buddie Neighbor AU

This fic is dedicated to @agentmarymargaretskitz who sent me the original prompt (as well as so many others when I wasn’t feeling well, seriously can’t thank you enough and I will respond to each of your asks, I’m just savoring them) and to @justsmilestuffhappens who I have been mutualling back and forth with for a REALLY long time (Hi! Nice to meet you, I love you already!) and wanted to see this prompt happen!

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“I SWEAR to god, Buck, if I hear even one more word out of your mouth about this guy and his kid I will throw you over this balcony!”

“But Hen--”

“He’s gorgeous, I know! And his kid is the cutest thing since puppies! We get it! Now stop talking about it and do something about it!” Hen sounded mostly exasperated, but dare Buck hope he still heard a little fondness in there as well?

He smiled. “Right. Okay.” Silence followed as he wracked his brains. “Wait, what should I do?? This guy doesn’t know me at all, I haven’t gone over yet to say hello, I’m so worried about being awkward or overkill--”

“Overkill? You??” Chimney chuckled from across the firehouse loft where he was playing the pinball arcade.

“Hey!”

“In all seriousness, Buck,” Chim turned and addressed him, his smile gone from teasing to kind. “You’re gonna be fine, just go say hi. The sooner you get it over with, the less awkward it’ll be. Also, remember you still gotta find out if he’s interested. And available too; if he’s as hot as you say, he could already be dating someone.”

“Oh shit! Wait, what if he is?” Buck put his face in his hands and groaned. “Urgh, what should I do?”

“Why not take over some of those cookies I taught you how to bake last week, Buck?” Buck raised his eyes to Bobby, who was watching him with a small, patient smile. “Nothing out of the ordinary about bringing some baked goods to a new neighbor. It’s a great way to introduce yourself and get in their good books.”

“Okay!” Buck nodded. “Can you help me bake them again, Cap?”

Bobby's nodded, already headed for the pantry. “Of course.”

***

Eddie sighed. He was so glad he moved but it didn’t stop the process from being hell. It had been a long day job hunting and he still needed to find a good school for Chris. At the moment, Chris was in the living room, watching TV.

Eddie got up and went over to the fridge, digging around for the Tupperware of dinner Abuela had sent over and transferring it to a pot to reheat. Soon the smell of delicious posole filled the house and he sat, taking a moment just to savor the scent and feel just a bit more at home.

He was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“No rest for the weary.” Sighing, Eddie stood and shuffled over, glancing through the peephole. A tall man stood there, his hair short and neatly slicked back. He was shuffling back and forth awkwardly, a covered plate in his hands.

Who is this? Eddie opened the door.

“Can I help you?”

“Uh hey!” The man’s eyes lit up and he looked Eddie up and down. He was a bit taller than Eddie and dressed sharply in a firefighter’s uniform. Eddie instantly became aware of the ratty sweatpants and loose Henley he’d thrown on as soon as he’d gotten back home and how mussed his hair likely was from running his fingers through it in frustration. Weirdly though, the man’s smile didn’t dim.

“Hi, My name’s Evan Buckley, I’m your neighbor! Apartment 2B.” He smiled, eyes lingering on Eddie’s for just a moment too long, before he jolted and laughed awkwardly, lifting his hands up. “Cookies! Uh, I mean, I made cookies for you.” The man lifted the cloth off the plate and a heavenly smell wafted from a pile of delicious looking cookies. “They’re chocolate chip macadamia--wait, you don’t have any allergies right? Or gluten intolerant or anything? Or, shit, are you vegan? I should’ve asked, there’s eggs in here...” Evan made to cover the plate again, but Eddie put out a hand, stopping him. He couldn’t help grinning at the guy--the way he rambled, his bright smile.

“You think I’m gonna let you walk away with those now that you’ve offered? They smell great, Evan.”

“Oh thank goodness!” The smile was back and brighter. “And, uh, feel free to call me Buck, all my friends do. And welcome to the neighborhood! It’s nice here, everyone’s polite, except Mr. Grivary in 4C, he can be a bit--but of course you don’t want to hear me rambling...” The guy blushed and Eddie felt his own smile widen. This man was adorable.

“Actually, that sounds like useful information Buck.” Eddie remembered Abuela’s dinner and held the door wider. “I’m not really a cook myself, but we have my Abuela’s posole for dinner, would you like to join us?”

“Yes!! I mean,” Buck blushed again and cleared his throat. “Yeah sure, if it isn’t any trouble...”

***

Buck felt like he’d barely fallen asleep when his doorbell rang.

“Hmm?” He mumbled at the door. Which of course could not be heard by whoever was on the other side. They rang the doorbell again.

“Ugh, fuck... Yeah, coming!” Buck dragged himself out of bed and stumbled to the door, glancing through the peephole. He couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on his face as he caught sight of golden brown curls, red glasses, and the world’s cutest smile.

“Chris!” He pulled the door open. “What’s up, buddy?”

“I’ve got news!” Chris giggled as he carefully walked into Buck’s apartment and sat himself down at the kitchen table. Buck automatically reached for his crutches and propped them against the chair. It was hardly the first time Chris had come to visit; he came over often to play games, tell Buck about his day, or help him try out a new recipe. “Our school is holding a bake sale on Friday.”

“Those are fun.” Buck sat down across from Chris, voice lowered conspiratorially. “What are you making?”

“That’s the thing.” Christopher’s tone turned sad. “The teacher said it has to be homemade and Dad’s been stressing out about it. He’s super busy with his new job and I know he wants to help, but... He burned water once. Just water.”

“Aw man.” Buck put in every effort not to laugh, but a giggle still escaped. “You want me to help you put something together, take the pressure off your dad?” Christopher nodded happily and Buck reach for his notebook where he carefully documented all of Bobby’s recipes. “How’s cupcakes sound, Superman?”

In short order, they had all the ingredients lined up on the counter, and Chris was comfortably seated right next to the mixer, ready to dump in anything Buck handed him.

“...And then, only after that you want to add the dry stuff. I don’t really know the science behind it yet, I just know that it works. If I do find out, I’ll tell you.”

“Okay. Buck?”

“Hmm?” Buck consulted Bobby’s notes carefully and measured out a cup of flour, handing it over to be added to the mix.

“Where did you learn how to bake so well? Did your mom or dad teach you?”

Buck grinned. “Nah. My captain at the fire station is the best cook I’ve ever met. Everything I baked for you guys I learned from him.”

“Oh.” Christopher reached out a hand for the second cup of carefully measured flour. “Are your parents also bad cooks like my dad?”

“Well, no. My parents are nothing like your dad.” Buck sobered. “My mom cooked a little for us, but mostly we ordered in. And she never... uh, she never had time to teach me or Maddie. I didn’t have a complete homemade meal until I started working at the 118.” He shook his head to clear the thoughts and smiled at Christopher. “But now thanks to Cap, I got an almost-dad who cooks for me every day! And now he’s teaching me so I can do it one day for my kids, if I’m ever lucky enough to have them.”

Christopher thought for a second, absently reaching for the teaspoon of baking powder and adding it to the mix before saying. “I already have a dad, and I don’t want to trade him for anything. But... Could you be my second dad?”

Buck looked up from the salt, startled.

“Like a cooking almost-dad who teaches me how to cook just like your Cap does for you? I want to be able to help Dad so he stops feeling so bad about not cooking.” Christopher was smiling at him, waiting for a response. Buck looked away quickly and took a deep breath, clearing the sudden thickness in his throat and blinking away wet eyes.

“Y-yeah, sure, Chris. I’d be happy to.”

***

Eddie arrived home from work exhausted. As he approached the door, he noted how quiet the apartment sounded. Usually that meant that Christopher was hanging out by Buck’s, but Buck’s apartment was also quiet and dark. Hurrying toward the door, Eddie fumbled with his key and jerked it open as fast as he could--

“SURPRISE!!”

For only two people, Buck and Christopher still managed to startle the shit out of him.

“Fu-fudge! Guys what the hell...!”

“Happy birthday, Dad!” Christopher called from the table.

“Happy birthday, Eddie!” Buck was bent over something, his broad back blocking whatever it was. Then he rose and stepped away to Christopher’s side. He grinned, cheeks slightly flushed. “It’s not perfect, Cap would’ve done it better, but I’d say for Chris and I’s first ever layer cake it’s pretty darn good!” He and Chris high-fived each other as Eddie stepped closer.

The cake was lopsided, and the icing oozed down the sides a bit and on top... was that the number 32?

“Chris did all the writing,” Buck added proudly. “As the mastermind behind this, it was only right that he got the honors.”

“What do you think, Dad?” Chris’ voice bubbled over with delight.

Eddie looked up. They were both watching him, eyes bright, smiles wide, waiting on his response. I think--no, I know have the best kid ever.

And the best Buck.

Eddie couldn’t contain the huge grin that broke out on his face. “It’s perfect.” He looked a them, eyes meeting Christopher's, then Buck’s. “Thank you.”

***

“So when do I get to meet her?” Abuela was layering a container with tamales, her back to Eddie.

“Who?”

“The person you’ve been sharing all my cooking with.” Abuela’s tone brooked no nonsense. “The person who makes you smile to yourself every time you think I’m not looking.”

Eddie startled. “Oh, Buck? He’s not... we’re not--”

“Nonsense, mi amor.” Abuela chuckled, clamping the lid down on the container of tamales and handing them to Eddie’s slack hands. “If he isn’t, then he should be.”

Eddie stopped where he was. Abuela is right. Chris adores him, I adore him... What am I waiting for?

He reached for his phone and sent out a text.

To: Buck

From Eddie:

Abuela made tamales. Come over tonight?

#buddie #buddie fic #911 fic #neighbors au #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #buddiepher

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stydiaeverafter · 4 years ago

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One Bed, Two Hearts, Three Nights

Summary: Buck and Eddie share more than just a bed in Texas; they share their feelings.

It's been a while since I've written for our boys! I've missed them. With the new season starting and all the new content for the 911 Crossover and Buck Begins, I've been feeling inspired. @reachgirl made a post about a bed sharing fic idea, and being a person who loves this particular trope, I was happy to oblige. This fic will have 3 parts. I hope you enjoy the first chapter! Xo.

Read on ao3

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Chapter One: 1st Night —

Buck was beyond exhausted as the 118 finally made their way to a small motel close to the wildfire.

As Bobby went up to the counter, talking to the lady at the front desk, Buck couldn't help but take in his best friend.

How could someone manage to still look so damn good after a day of putting out fires? That was the thing, though; he always did.

Buck couldn't help the thoughts that were popping into his mind, any more than the feelings that had risen.

He concluded that he had fallen for his best friend years ago. When exactly, he wasn't sure. But there they were, and he wasn't sure what to do with them.

Buck had started noticing when they had spent time together quarantining. During a dark time of the unknown, Buck had found comfort in staying with Eddie and Christopher. It felt so natural being together as if a light bulb went off in his brain, screaming, this is what you've been waiting for!

They had cooked together, watch movies together, fallen asleep near each other on the couch, and shared lingering glances, to the point where Buck started to question if Eddie was feeling the same way as he was.

Buck and Eddie hardly talked about romance, especially after Abby and Shannon. They kept to themselves about all that. That wasn't what their friendship was based around. So Buck wasn't even sure if Eddie could ever see him in that way. Hell, he had been surprised himself. Growing up, he knew he was bisexual, but he hid it away. His father wasn't an accepting man for anything different from the norm he wanted to display—the perfect family image. So Buck, unfortunately, had suppressed that part of him deep down underneath everything that made him, him.

It was only when being around Eddie that that part of him was revealed once more.

The two of them had always been tighter than tight, but this felt different somehow, and spending endless time with Christopher? A huge bonus. He loved that kid more than life itself.

One night when they had been playing Monopoly, Christopher had accidentally called Buck dad. Eddie had looked startled but not as surprised as Buck had felt in that moment. But the feeling brought a sense of ease that all was right in the world. It felt natural and right, something Buck had dreamed about for most of his life. He could still remember Eddie's expression as his astonishment had shifted into what seemed like happiness at Christopher's following giggle.

Buck also recalled a particular evening when it had been stormy, and the power had gone out. Eddie had lit candles around the house, and the two of them shared a couple of drinks as they chatted in the darkness. At one point, their fingers had touched, and they held each other's gaze for what felt like a lifetime. Eddie had seemed to want to say something to him, just like he had wanted to express to Eddie how he was feeling, but Christopher had gotten scared from the thunder and interrupted them. Eddie, being the amazing father he was, had stopped everything so he could be there for his son.

Buck had to love him for it.

They hadn't finished the conversation in the days to come, because then Cap had said they could return to their homes. Buck, of course, had been disappointed, but he didn't want to overstay his welcome, especially because Chimney was asking to stay with him, wanting to make sure Maddie and their baby would be safe. How could he have said no to that?

So here Buck was, sitting in a grimy motel looking at his best friend, who he was madly in love with and not knowing how to move forward.

Eddie looked exhausted as he laid his head against the wall, closing his eyes. Buck realized his hand was moving towards his friend, wanting to touch his face. Quickly, he moved it down by his side, stuffing his palm into his pocket.

Bobby walked over, actual room keys in hand, "Alright, because the firefighters are in town helping with the fire, they're limited on space. I hope you all don't mind, but we'll be getting a bit cozy for the next couple of days. Chimney and I will room together in a two-bed bedroom. Hen, you'll have an adjoining room, but to yourself." Bobby looked over at Buck and Eddie, "And because I know you two are close, I figured you wouldn't mind sharing a bed. At least, I hope you don't mind, that's all they had left."

Buck noticed Eddie stiffen, and he couldn't ignore the way his own heart was hammering against his chest.

Unfortunately, there had been some unspoken tension between them as of late, which was making things a bit awkward between them. Buck was unsure if it was his energy or the two of them combined.

Way to make me confront my feelings, Cap...

Clearing his throat, Eddie shook his head, "Nah, we don't mind, do we, Buck?"

"Not at all." ***

"It smells like sulfur in here," Eddie said, squinting his nose.

"Isn't that just the way Texas smells?" Buck laughed as he put his duffle bag on the bed.

Eddie looked over at his friend and chuckled, "No, Buck, it's not. But don't go out there saying that; you might get a bullet in your behind for dissing the state."

Not that he had looked at Buck's ass or anything.

Okay, that was a blatant lie. Of course, Eddie had looked. How could he not?

The guy was hotter than the fires they put out daily.

"I agree though, it stinks in here," Buck replied. "That or it's me." He lifted up his arm to smell his pit and winced, "I need to get this dirt off my body."

Do you need help? "Yeah, go for it."

"You sure?"

Eddie nodded awkwardly towards the bathroom, "I'll get the second shower."

Buck walked towards the bathroom and leaned out the door with that familiar grin, "I can't promise I'll save you any hot water."

"Okay, and I can't promise that I won't kick you off the bed in my sleep," Eddie responded with a wink.

"Duly noted," Buck chuckled as he closed the door.

As Eddie could hear Buck's clothes hit the floor and the water start, his heart started pounding. Get a grip, Diaz.

Then again, if he hadn't been able to control it during quarantine, there was no hope for the next few nights when sharing a bed.

Damn his feelings.

Eddie had thought he had been a certain way all his life, so it surprised him when he felt a sexual awakening for the guy after spending more time with him.

He had mistaken it as a deepened friendship. That all changed when he had stared at Buck's lips, wanting a taste.

Shaking his head, Eddie pulled out his phone and called Chris, who was currently staying with Carla.

After exchanging some pleasantries with Carla, she handed him the phone, "Hi, daddy!'

Eddie smiled, "Hey, buddy, how you doin'?"

"Good! We made breakfast for dinner."

"Ooo, my favorite! I wish I could be there. Pancakes and eggs?"

"Mmhmm, with chocolate sauce," Chris replied with a giggle.

"Sounds good, but make sure you eat some veggies and don't forget your vitamins," Eddie said, raising an eyebrow. He stated it, but he knew Carla was a saint; she always took the best care of his boy, even getting a COVID test so she could stay with him. He was so blessed to have her in their lives, thanks to Buck, of course.

Someday he'd thank the guy for everything.

"Tell your dad that I've got it covered, baby," Carla's voice exclaimed in the background.

"Did you hear her?" Chris asked.

"I sure did, tell her she's the captain in charge, and I trust her."

As his son relayed the message, he wished he could give Christopher a big hug. It was crazy how much he missed him even after just one day.

"How's Buck doing?"

Eddie looked towards the bathroom door, "He's good. We've been busy out there trying to get this fire to stop. It's been a lot of work for us."

"You're both superheroes!"

His son, the angel.

"We're proud to do it."

"Well, I'm proud of you and Buck, tell him, okay?"

"I'll tell Buck, I promise," Eddie responded with a nod.

"Tell me what?"

Eddie looked over and saw Buck standing by the bathroom, steam coming out through the cracked door like the smoke of the fire.

God damn. Eddie swallowed at the sight of the towel around Buck's waist. His muscles were still wet, and his hair was perfectly messy. Eddie forced himself to look away.

"Christopher was just telling me to tell you he's proud of us for the work we're doing out here," Eddie answered with a sheepish grin.

Buck's face lit up, in the way it always did when he was around Chris. "Can I talk to him for a minute?"

Eddie nodded, standing up, "Of course. I better get in the shower anyway so we can get some sleep." Buck walked up to him, and Eddie prayed the towel would somehow fall off on his way over, which were totally inappropriate thoughts to be having. He turned his focus back to his son, "Hey, Chris, Buck wants to talk to you, okay?"

When his son cheered, Buck laughed, clearly hearing it.

"Talk to you tomorrow, son. Sleep well."

"Night, Daddy," Chris replied. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Eddie stated, his heart feeling full. "Here's Buck."

He handed Buck the phone, and their fingers touched. For a moment, they just stared at each other, Eddie realizing how close they were standing.

It was electrifying.

This same thing had happened when they were quarantining together. That was the night Eddie wanted to express his feelings, even though he had been afraid to potentially change their relationship. But he never had the chance to tell Buck; he wondered if he ever would.

Buck bit his lip, and Eddie could hear how shakily he inhaled.

Stepping away hurt, but his son was waiting on the other end of the line. But it was those moments that Eddie felt as though Buck had feelings for him, too.

Buck sat down on the bed and ran his fingers through his wet hair, "Hey buddy! I miss you!"

Eddie reached into his bag, getting a pair of thin workout pants out. He looked for his shirt to wear to bed and swore internally because he realized he had forgotten it.

As he walked to the bathroom, he paused and looked over at Buck, who was in deep conversation about the new game Christopher had played. It always warmed Eddie's heart to see the connection between his son and his best friend.

Closing the door, he realized that he was one of the lucky ones.

***

Buck loved talking to Christopher; it was just what he had needed tonight. After the grueling work they'd performed all day, the sweet innocence of that child made him feel like he had been embraced with ease and comfort.

He sat for a moment on the bed, not moving after ending the call, and thought about what had just transpired between him and Eddie.

There had been a spark—Buck had felt it.

His fingers still hummed from the touch of Eddie.

God, he wanted more. He craved more.

This type of desire for another was unlike anything Buck had ever experienced.

As he looked down at his hand, Buck realized he wanted to tell Eddie how he felt. Sure, it was scary as hell, but having these feelings and not acting on them after all this time, was freaking killing him.

Buck didn't want to be afraid anymore. He had been talking to his therapist not to hide away from feelings—something Buck had done most of his life.

He sighed as he changed into his sweat bottoms and a tank top, regretting his life choices as the humidity of a wet towel lingered around his body; he couldn't wait to get back to California.

Buck turned the AC as low as he could, hearing the rumble it started making. "Lovely," he muttered.

Eddie opened the door and raised an eyebrow, "What the hell is that noise?"

Buck's reply was all but lost on him as he took Eddie in, wearing his tight workout bottoms and his chiseled bare chest.

Holy crap... how was he going to function for the rest of the night, especially lying next to this Adonis?

He cleared his throat, "Sorry, I had to crank the AC on to deal with this god awful humidity."

"And here I thought you could handle the heat," Eddie smirked, raising a perfect eyebrow.

If Eddie were flirting with him, he'd take it and give it right back.

"You know I can handle a lot," he replied, moving closer to his friend, "but sometimes a man can only take so much." Buck rolled his hand down his shirt, feeling the sweat already pressing through.

Eddie's eyes followed his hand as they traveled down, but then Eddie looked towards the single queen bed, "C'mon, let's get some sleep. We've gotta be up in a few hours."

Guess that was the end of that.

"Roger that."

As they got into bed, Buck's body was vibrating, shaking with anxious anticipation.

Eddie switched the light off and muttered as he turned away from Buck, "Good night."

"Night, Eddie."

They laid there for what felt like an eternity, and Buck felt more awake than ever.

The mixture of humidity and Eddie's body heat so close was overwhelming. Buck wanted to move further away to catch his breath, but he also wanted to straddle the guy.

What a predicament.

He flipped back-and-forth, trying to get not only comfortable but hoping to turn off his thoughts for a while.

Finally, he just sat staring at the ceiling, hearing sirens somewhere outside. They were still going strong on the fire—that would be them soon enough.

Buck had to get some sleep; his safety and his team's depended on it. He closed his eyes, willing sleep to come.

"Buck?"

His eyes popped open. He turned his head towards Eddie, "Yeah?"

"Are you okay over there?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because you're flopping around like the omelet my son had for dinner," Eddie mumbled sleepily.

Buck laughed without humor at the ridiculousness of wanting his best friend so badly. "I'm fine, sorry about that. Can't seem to get comfortable."

"It is a tiny bed. I can scoot over more if you want, though?"

As Eddie started to shift over more, Buck grabbed his arm on impulse, feeling his thick muscles, "No, no, it's okay. You don't need to do that."

"Well, if it's the heat, you might wanna lose your fleece sweat pants."

Buck bit his lip at what Eddie was implying. He attempted to make his comment light, "You'd know with your hometown experience I suppose."

"Mmhmm."

"Okay, that might help. If you don't mind, of course."

"Why would I mind?" Eddie asked, turning over to look at Buck through the darkness.

"Uh, I dunno. Just wanted to be respectful is all."

"Buck, we've known each other for a long time. You taking off your pants won't offend me," Eddie said. He was quiet for a moment before adding, "Believe me."

"Okay, okay, I'll take off my pants then." Buck smiled as he stood up, removing his pants and then his shirt. All that was left was his boxer briefs. It was both a relief and a turn on, especially as he noticed Eddie watching him.

Eddie rolled over onto his stomach and chuckled, "You're ridiculous."

"But you love me for it."

"I do."

The words halted Buck in his tracks, and he just sat there.

I do.

Eddie looked at him while he was stuck being frozen, "Buck? What is it?"

I do.

Buck exhaled as he lowered himself back into bed, "It's nothing." It was everything.

He maneuvered under the sheets and put his hands behind his head, exhaling loudly.

"You can talk to me, you know?"

"Yeah, I know," Buck replied, closing his eyes.

The problem was, he just didn't know where to start.

#buddie #buddie fic #911 fox #buck x eddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #bed sharing #friends to lovers #*my fic

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skinks · 5 years ago

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hi your dilfworth fic is amazing and i love baby richie... my favourite is the tidbit about richie eating a worm that eddie gave him 🥺 obviously u don’t have to but if u have any more thoughts/headcanons about baby richie and baby eddie i would melt into a puddle ❤️

thank you, I had so much fun writing that one! and yeah, I couldn’t possibly include baby Richie without Eddie, the little gruesome twosome.

Richie probably does that a lot with stuff Eddie gives him, drawings and little bits of grass he’s braided together, and on one memorable occasion almost the little navy frogman diver that Eddie got in his cornflakes, but Eddie already had one so he gave the second to Richie. Except it’s one of those ones that swells in liquid, uh oh. Luckily Maggie snatched it away before Richie could swallow it lmao, but that’s the thing;

Richie loves the things Eddie gives him so he wants to Consume them. That’s why he was biting Went’s arm in the fic, why he ate the worm and also why he’s always gnawing on Eddie when they’re tiny, or chasing him to try and envelop him in his shirt. And it’s just one of those games, y’know? Like, Eddie can SEE it’s just Richie holding his too-big Sesame Street shirt up and open like a butterfly net or the flapping gilly mouth of a whale shark, and it’s Richie going raaaarr but Eddie still shrieks and runs! He’s giggling but it’s like, in the inbetween clock ticks, when he’s looking forward instead of back over his shoulder at Richie it’s still Pursuit, he believes in the Richiesaurus coming to get him. It always does, too, swamps him up in its flapping gills until they’re two noisy boy-lumps sharing one shirt, because Eddie lets it eat him. Because the Richiesaurus isn’t a mean monster, it’s just hungry, so hungry, and it only eats spaghetti because spaghetti is special.

Sometimes when they’re doing coloring books Richie will ask Eddie to color in his Yoda too if Richie draws some more Richie And Eddie Adventures, because Eddie’s better (not much) at keeping inside the lines. Also because Eddie’s tongue pokes out when he colors and, watching him, Richie gets this happy hungry that’s MY friend feeling that makes him lie flat on Eddie’s back until he can’t get up and give the back of his head a big kiss.

SO many naps together. They just conk out anywhere. The yard, the den, under Richie’s bunk bed, the back seat of the car as Went and Maggie drive them home from the tree farm or the public pool or Chuck E Cheese, sometimes with Stan and Bill too. Just flopped together in a pile. Richie still sucks his thumb while he sleeps and that contributes to his gaptoothed buckteeth, but Eddie carries a grey threadbare rabbit around with him or he can’t sleep. It’s called Foggy. Foggy Bunny.

One day when Eddie’s over to play, Went and Maggie are feeling indulgent and take them to the mall? Because it’s 1981 and the mall is the best? And Sonia always pulls Eddie along by the hand whenever they go, snapping don’t touch that or stay away from bad men like that but Maggie just gently ushers them from storefront to storefront and Eddie can goggle at the displays as long as he likes. Richie’s up on Went’s shoulders, and when he comes parachuting down again he says “Eddie’s turn!” Went asks Eddie if he’d like to ride on his shoulders for a little bit and Eddie nods, still not really sure how to talk to grownups, but then he’s soaring and suddenly he’s the up-highest he’s ever been.

They collect ladybugs in a shoebox one summer’s day after an aphid swarm and are carrying it carefully up the stairs, a little stumped as to what to do with them next, when Richie trips. Ladybugs everywhere, including in Eddie’s hair. Maggie comes up to see what the commotion is and makes them clean it all up, once she’s calmed Eddie down from screaming about how Richie told him ladybugs are harmless unless they go in your ears and lay their eggs.

They trade the same two lunchboxes back and forth every couple of weeks. Wacky Races for Alfred E Neuman, a roaring stock market to rival wall street. Eddie can do the Muttley laugh so easy and Richie HATES it because he can’t do that one.

Richie is the ONLY kid Eddie knows who can tell time but he always tells Eddie the wrong time. Eddie’s not sure how he knows it’s the wrong time, but he’s sure of it, and so he always steps on Richie’s laces. Then Richie just walks around with loose laces because he can’t tie them yet, but also because he just doesn’t CARE and it’s not right so Eddie always makes him sit somewhere so Eddie can tie them again. Calls Richie a butthead, but he also kinda likes it because Richie always karate chops his shoulders and says something like “I knight thee, Sir Eds-A-Lot!” and Eddie feels good and something else be doesn’t know the word for, but the word is chivalrous. He feels like he wants to do the thing in the Tom & Jerry cartoons where he puts his anorak over a puddle so Richie’s trailing laces won’t get wet.

Eddie accidentally knocks one of Richie’s baby teeth out and vice versa. Peak idiots since babiehood.

Sometimes on rainy days Maggie makes treasure hunts for them all, or just for Richie and Eddie if Bill is with his new baby brother, or Stan is at Cub Scouts. She leaves post-its with drawings and clues that lead them all over the house, and Eddie’s better at reading them but Richie’s better at problem solving... teamwork... they win a kinder egg each and Richie does almost eat his toy again by accident this time, and gets chocolate all over his shirt that’s stretched loose from being an Eddie-net so often. So he does it again, gulp, like Pac-Man. Eddie’s hair tufting out his collar and tickly on his chin, Eddie giggling and pawing his way out and hugging back instead. Because it’s not like keeping him prisoner, Richie’s not like the sea monster in Pinocchio, it’s more like a little plant taking sunshine inside it to grow stronger.

Eddie’s better at reading and he’s a fast talker unlike Bill, so he always reads the board at school and whispers what it says to Richie, sitting next to him with glasses that still aren’t quite right for school, make his head hurt and make him noisy just to feel like he’s having an impact in a room he can’t see. Don’t forget me, I’m here, I can’t see you all but I’m here too.

Sometimes on nicer days Went builds them obstacle courses in the garden, planks of wood balanced on buckets etc and Eddie ALWAYS wins once he gets over his trepidation about splinters and nails and falling a few inches onto soft grass, because he’s a nimble lil mountain goat and Richie’s laces were probably untied again. They win tinfoil trophies.

Richie convinces Eddie that a rock they find by the pond in the park one day is a dragon egg, and Eddie cradles it home to keep. Richie convinces Eddie he’s dead all the time, he’ll lie still with his tongue sticking out after a roughhousing and pretend to have little x’s over his eyes until Eddie’s shaking his shoulder with his voice gone high and reedy, and Richie will surprise him every time! Gotcha! I’m alive! Aren’t you glad I’m alive, Eddie! Weren’t you worried? I’m so important to him. And then one day Eddie brings the rock into 2nd grade show-and-tell and is stuttering about his dragon egg to the tittering class, until the teacher tells him to get back to his seat and stop being silly. Eddie stuffs the rock under his desk lid and his eyes are like dark moons with the confused hurt, and Richie feels a nasty spiky heat in his tummy that he will come to know intimately in a few years as guilt.

That day, Richie learns on some level or another how much power there is in pretending, in keeping up pretend games and having people believe you as long as you’re willing to keep it up. The thing is... he pretends so much because Eddie’s always much happier when they’re playing cops and robbers and not when he’s stuck in his stuffy church clothes and being told the whole world’s a mousetrap set just for him. He doesn’t like their teacher telling Eddie to stop being silly, he loves silly, serious, ties-laces-while-singing-bunny-foo-foo Eddie. Richie doesn’t know it, but he loves him even then. What he does know is that he’s good at pretending, and he’s safe from any big sad betrayed eyes as long as he can keep pretending he didn’t want to put a wonky, lopsided heart in Eddie’s Valentines box that year.

Eddie doesn’t talk to him for a WHOLE afternoon but then Richie draws a dragon face and wings on the rock and they’re immediately playing with it.

Eddie doesn’t have rollerskates because Sonia thinks they’re dangerous, but the others always let him borrow theirs, Stan and Richie and Bill. Richie has the closest size that would fit him even though they do have to stuff some crumpled up newspaper in the toes, but it doesn’t matter when they tie a jumprope around Richie’s middle like reins, and Eddie holds the two handles as Richie runs, and suddenly they’re charioteering at breakneck speed down the street. Eddie can feel the wind in his helmet plume as they hurtle towards the giant pile of fall leaves they spent all afternoon raking for this exact purpose, watched over by Went sitting on the porch (Went tidied the pile once they lost interest, easier for him to do since he’s not roughly half the size of the rakes.)

Their crash into the pile is a Ben-Hur epic. Eddie’s borrowed rollerskates hit the sidewalk curb and he’s airborne until he lands on soft dry crunch and Richie’s totalled body, but 6 years isn’t long enough for gravity to wreak its slow pull on your joints that makes every year harder and harder to bounce back up after you fall. They’re practically astronauts, as well as charioteers and knights and cops and robbers and monsters in love. Moonwalkers, squeaky helium laughter lifting them higher, higher than shoulders, up-highest of all.

Richie gives him the wonky Valentine’s heart, eventually. Then eats him

#reddie #baby reddie #ill go back and tag other stuff as baby reddie and tozier fam etc in the morning #anyway... how much of this is gleaned from my own childhood? only i can know 👀#long post #ficlet

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biqherosix · 5 years ago

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your last two brain cells - headcanons

fluff, crack

(9-1-1 on fox — platonic! evan buckley x albert han)

just headcanons of your last two brain cells and their friendship together

cw / none

a/n — yay !! i've wanted to write these two for who knows how long bc albert and buck are my babies. and this is also dedicated to their actors, john harlan kim and oliver stark !! so if you see this tell me what you think and beg the writers for buck and albert content. i love you :) enjoy

these two separately are the purest, kindest people you'll ever meet

together? they're a handful, literal children i tell you, they're rarely seen so serious

they have no idea what they're doing most of the time

it all started when chimney decided to be mean to albert and buck ran after him, offering albert to stay the night chimney could chill out

and albert said yes cause he had no other choice

buck already really liked albert since meeting him at the station, so he was really glad he said yes

and buck went all out to make sure he was happy and comfortable

they stayed up until like four in the morning together so albert could teach buck how to cook korean food

because buck can't cook for his life, mainly relying on takeout and bobby's cooking

and he lives alone, so he's a disaster just waiting to happen

so when buck finally learns how to cook he finds himself hugging albert tightly cause no one's took the time or effort to teach him

and albert's all awkward about it because the only person who's ever hugged him so tightly was his mom

but he hugs back

and they're both great huggers who are touch starved so they hug all the time

not like a bro hug though, a full body hug

even after chimney and albert make up, he still manages to stay at buck's after his shift just to eat or watch a movie or something

it's helpful because buck doesn't really have a life outside the station, so albert really gives him that

chimney low-key confronts buck about it because buck will text albert casually to join them for lunch

"hey, if you can date my sister, i can be best friends with your kid brother"

okay but also buck and albert took a strong liking to christopher

they're the golden trio

sorry eddie ily but it's true

sometimes eddie will pick up a few extra shifts at the station so albert and eddie will tell carla to go have fun with her husband so they can take care of him

there was this one time they were cooking together, and it resulted in a food fight because buck decided to pour flour on albert

but albert low-key deserved it because him and chris were teasing buck about his fat crush on eddie

and it only got worse when albert saw the heart eyes eddie was giving buck after getting caught as albert threw eggs over buck's head

but in the end he's the reason buck and eddie are together because they're dumbasses who love pining but it's painful that they don't wanna make a move

albert complains about how he's a third wheel to eddie and buck but he honestly doesn't mind because he babysits christopher and earns money from the betting pool he set up

don't even get me started on their chaotic baby energy

they're honestly so dumb together it's the funniest thing

their smiles could cure cancer

they actually have so many pictures together

and a few videos

albert's favorite moment with buck was trying to mess with him by pretending to slip and fall into the lil fountain in the americana but then he actually slipped and his whole body was in the fountain

albert had to walk into h&m alone to buy buck new clothes because he was cold and wet

he never lets buck live it down because it was honestly so funny

it really sums up their friendship perfectly

but then albert decides to be a dumbass when buck takes him to barnes and nobles, and albert freaks out over a big hero 6 poster, which is really hard to find because disney has some sort of grudge against this movie i swear

albert freaked out so much that he ended up falling and hurting his wrist (based on a true story y’all)

thank the lord for buck who has a good portion of medical knowledge

but even throughout all these super embarrassing moments, they're really grateful for each other and every time they hang out they make sure to tell the other person

they're sweet babies who deserve the world and have the best friendship that not even hen and chimney can compete

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mythgirlimagines · 4 years ago

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ANON-CORRECT QUOTES

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(At the introduction ceremony for the chaperones…)

Myth: And chaperoning alongside me, is my dear childhood friend, Wyre!

Wyre: (slinging an arm around Myth’s shoulder) I’d also like to thank Myth for her generous gift of 2 dollars back when we first met! It wasn’t necessary, but it was appreciated!

Sparkle: (raising her hand) MIGHT I ASK WHY YOU GAVE HER 2 DOLLARS?

Myth: (slightly embarrassed) I thought they were homeless.

Source: Victorious

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Dream: Hey, Ritchie! I dunno if you noticed, but I slipped a little note into your lunch telling you how much I love you!

Eldritch: Uh, D-Dream! T-That’s very n-nice of you, b-but…

Eldritch: (pulls a 10-page essay out of his lunch bag) T-THIS is not a l-little n-n-note!

Source: Unknown

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(After the Freak Twins dragged Iris into a cursed scheme that resulted in the Kibo-Con building nearly burning down…)

Scar: (beyond enraged) This is, BY FAR, the most stupid, irresponsible, and DANGEROUS thing you two have ever done! IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?! Would I have to identify your charred cadavers through your dental records?! I WANT A STRAIGHT ANSWER! WHO DID THIS?!

Wet Sock: (pointing to Egg) Egg did it!

Egg: (pointing to Wet Sock) Wet Sock did it!

Wet Sock: I didn’t do it!

Egg: Well, I didn’t do it!

Iris: (excited) We’re going to the dentist?!

Source: Malcolm In The Middle

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Janon: (shoving his way through a crowd) Out of my way! Step aside, filth!

Curious: (right behind Janon) He means no offense. I’m sure you all bathe regularly.

Source: Avatar: The Last Airbender

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Fusion II: (rambling at high-speeds about the latest book she finished reading)

Fusion/Purple: (crying like the proud parents they are)

Fusion II: (uncomfortable) Uhh, did I do something wrong?

Purple: (wiping her tears away) No! T-To the contrary…

Fusion: (still sobbing) P-Please continue, d-dear problem child!

Fusion II: (continues to ramble)

Fusion/Purple: (continues to cry tears of joy)

Source: Incorrect Aqours Seiyuu Quotes

Page Link: (https://incorrectaqoursseiyuuquotes.tumblr.com/post/190576125123/anchan-rambles-about-love-live-fest-and-such#notes)

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Fusion: (attempting to constructively criticize Nerd) As a debater, you have to treat everybody’s views, no matter what they believe in, with equal respect.

Nerd: (incredulous) WHAT?! Even idiots?!

Source: Outnumbered

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(After One broke one of the Killing Game rules…)

Mono-Anon: I do understand why you would feel the urge to break one of the rules I laid out. Yet…

Mono-Anon: (pulls out a bunch of spears) YOU MUST BE PUNISHED!

One: (scared) What are those, Mono-Anon?

Mono-Anon: The Spears of Gugnir! DO YOU LIVE IN A CAVE?!

One: (gets impaled with the spears)

Mono-Anon: All is forgiven!

One: (on his dying breath) Thank you…Mono-Anon…

Source: Ed, Edd N Eddy

Video Source: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9TJNecIpDUA)

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Hey everyanon! I hope you’re all doing well! I’m back with some brand-new Anon-Correct Quotes! Let me know what you think of them!

-Fusion Anon

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having wyre’s role as sikowitz for the first quote was not something I expected to see today but was hilarious nonetheless

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 5 years ago

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babysit side effects

A/N: This was requested by anon, I hope you enjoy! sorry it took so long, Ihope it was worth it. Please let me know what you think, and if anyone has any requests please let me know!

summary: Can you write a fic where richie and eddie are babysitting one of the losers kids, and it makes them realize they want a kid of their own? Thank you :)

warnings: curse words

‘Okay, so let’s go over this again. Sophia has her first bottle of milk at 7:30 am, followed by her second bottle of milk by 11:15 am. At 12:30 she eats either fruit or a vegetable, and then at 3:15 he has another feeding time, this time a vegetable or fruit depending on what you gave her before, and then at 6:45 she has her last feed which is milk. Do you understand?’

Richie nodded somingly, even when he had to try hard to keep his laughter in, the serious and panicked look on Stan’s face too much to handle.

‘Of course Staniel, don’t you trust me to take care of your kids for a day?’

There was a beat of silence, during which Stan stared at Richie intently, trying to gauge if he was serious, or if he was just trying to provoke him. Then; ‘Off fucking course not Richie. Patty take your bags back inside, we’re not going.’

Laughter poured from Patty, who was just loading in her bag in the backseat, straitening up and walking closer to them. When she got close enough, she reached out and plucked Sofia out of Richie’s arms, her in hand holding her by her bum, while the other on supports the back of her head.

She coos at her daughter, full of love and not an ounce of annoyance anywhere visible on her entire face, despite the fact that Richie saw her slobber all over Patty’s blouse only minutes before she had to leave.

‘Sure we do Rich,’ Patty assures him while she grants his a kiss against his cheek as goodbye. ‘Stan and I wouldn’t have asked you if we didn’t think you were up to the challenge. Besides, we’re only going to be gone for a night, and we’ll return first thing in the morning. If anything goes wrong he can call us.’

There only off to help Patty’s mom move into a new nursing home for the day and night, but it’s the first time that they’ve been away from their children since Sofia was born, and Richie insist to make their time away free of all concerns. That is if they finally leave at least.

Stan kisses his daughter on the forehead holding her close for one last moment, before allowing Patty to hand her back into Richie’s awaiting arms.

It shocks Richie’s that baby’s are so small, though he knows logically that everyone was that small at one point or another, it’s one thing to know it, and another to actually see it.

‘Eddie is here too, so there’s two of them.’ Patty and Stan resort to a silent stand-off, holding a none spoken argument that Patty wins, if her smug smile is anything to go by.

‘There are also two children, so let’s hope they can handle both.’ Richie fake gasps, moving to hold his hand up in faux outrage, but stops when he is reminded of the, albeit barely there, weight of little Sofia, who is now fast asleep on his chest.

Knowing when to be serious, Richie lets his facade drop, Bowing down to catch Stan's eyes, before smiling reassuringly. ‘We got this Stan, trust me.’

Stan smiles back without a moment of hesitation,’ I know. If anything happens to be my babies, I’ll kill you in your sleep.’ The serious expression on his face enough to make Richie gulp, regardless of the fact that he knows Stan doesn’t mean it.

‘Copy that sir.’

‘Speaking of our two babies, where’s Emily?’ Patty demands, turning in a circle in search for her but not locating here.

‘I’m pretty sure she roped Eddie into dress up and having a tea party with her, so I think for the sake of Eddie’s sanity, we should leave now.’

The bolstering laugh from Richie is way too loud on the peaceful morning most of Stan’s neighbors are experiencing, but Patty joins him, so it’s not too bad. Suspiciously, Patty pauses right after to stare longingly at her daughter, her eyes becoming a little wet.

‘Alright, let’s go. Give Eddie my best.’ She hugs Sophia one last time, then turns away to sniffle and hide her tears, no doubt a little sad a the prospect of not seeing her girls. Richie moves to comfort her, but Stan is on the case, and he can do a much better job than Richie, no doubt in his mind.

Richie stands there uncomfortably, rocking baby Sofia back and forth, and staring at her sleeping face to avoid stalking the two lovers in front of him.

He only looks up when Stan loudly proclaims their leaving, ‘come on Babylove.’ Waving at Sophia likes she’s about to wave back. After, he carefully hugs Richie’s side, avoiding squashing Soph while also deeming his goodbye to Richie.

He too is reluctant to leave Sophia and Emily in the care of Eddie and Richie, but not because he doesn’t trust them, he just finds it hard to go anywhere without them.

They still leave regardless, after ten more minutes of saying goodbye, then they finally leave, turning the corner right as Eddie comes out of the house checking up on Richie to see what was taking him so long.

When Richie turns to face Eddie, he shrieks with laughter, not managing to contain himself. Patty’s old lipstick red dress that has holes in the sides of them and a little bit of dirt on one of the sleeves looks good on Eddie, even if Richie may be a bit biased and thinks everything looks fantastic when it’s Eddie that’s wearing it, but it’s the pink crown and staff that he’s holding, and the murderous leer he’s showing, that has Richie cackling like there’s no tomorrow.

‘Don’t you fucking dare, asshole.’ Eddie swears menacingly, but Richie can’t take him seriously, not when Emily scatters out of the house to tug on the bottom of the dress, the three year old herself slipped in the princess dress Eddie and Richie gave her as a present on her birthday a few weeks back. He bets Eddie didn’t expect it to backfire this way.

‘Uncle Eddie come on’, Emily whines, the three year old wearing an frozen Anna dress that is a tad too big on her, ‘The others are waiting on us.’

The other include, mister giraffe, Amika the horse, and Elsa, all in the form of stuffed animals gifted to her by various losers when they came to visit.

‘Yeah uncle Eds, it’s rude to keep the guest waiting you know.’ Richie eggs her on, smirking in delight when Eddie unsuspiciously flips him the bird, but follows Emily anyway, off to indulge her in whatever she requests him to do.

His laughter caused Sophia to wake up again, and she fuzzily bangs her tiny fist on Richie’s chest, as if to convey that she’s mad she was awoken. He tries to bounce her gently up and down, to et her settled again, then changes his mind and enters the house on a whim, trudging up the stairs to join Eddie and Emily in her playroom.

Getting close enough to the door to hear Emily’s voice does the trick, as he expected it to. Sophia calms down, now resorted to peeking up at her uncle, a gurgle escaping her throat while she fists around a piece of his hair, giggling happily.

Richie’s heart melts a little, while he gets hit with an enormous amount of love and affection, and he starts to understand why Patty and Stan were so begrudged to go anywhere without her.

Her blanket, the one she has on her at all times, is still pined safely to the front of her beanie, bunched up in the hand that is not pulling one of his curls. He catches a glimpse of Eddie, folded nearly completely in on himself, forced to sit still in a chair that is even too small for Emily to fit in properly, sipping on a tea cup but making 100 % sure the side of it doesn’t touch his bottom lip.

Emily simpers, lifting her own teacup to her mouth with a pinky stretched up as a greeting to him, chastising Eddie like he is the kid instead of her, when Eddie stretches upwards to grab a muffin.

Doing a poor job of hiding his laughter, Eddie takes notice of Richie staring at them from the door opening, at first looking vex, but then an emotion crosses his eyes that Richie can’t define. He shakes his head and focuses back on the table, but not fast enough to stop the sentiment from getting picked up by Richie.

‘Well, it looks they’re too busy for us right now. It’s just me and you then. Don’t give me that look bumper’, the nickname Richie duped her after finding out that her name was chosen after they saw it on a bumper sticker slipping out effortlessly, not with standing the arguments of Stan. ‘She can not find out about that Richie. I swear to god, I will keep you away from her long enough until I’ve convinced her that everything you say is a lie.’

‘I can be a good replacement dad for the day, just you wait and see.’

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Five hours later, when the clock strikes 3:15 pm, Richie struggles with the preparing the baby formula, and he can’t figure out what he is supposed to do. There is milk that needs to be added, but when he mixes the powder and the liquid with one another, a sticky, soup of residue is left behind, and that is impossible to taste good.

Embarrassingly, Richie resorts to researching the internet, clicking on video after video to find the same brand Patty and Stan use, to be absolutely assured that he’s doing the right thing. Then when it finally hits him over the head that it is supposed to look like that, he can’t get the temperature right.

The first time he puts it in the microwave he warms it so hot that he can’t even grasp the bottle in his hands, dropping it and staring at the milk that leaked all over the floor, cursing his life and every decision that has brought him up to that point.

The second one is still cold, and he briefly considers giving the baby cold milk, before he remembers Patty’s warnings and places it back in the microwave, when he takes it out, it’s hot enough to make him release a hiss.

He gets more and more frustrated, his emotions pilling on top of each other to leave one huge dump of distress that he can’t possibly take on too, not alongside two kids, and it only gets worse when Sophia has a fit and starts crying.

Richie’s earlier tricks to calm her down don’t work, not even after a few tries, so with a groan, he throws in the towel and yanks out his cellphone, feeling like a complete and utter failure.

‘Hey Richie, do you know where Stan and Patty keep their desserts? Sophia is craving something sweet and I used the opportunity to have myself a little break.’

Eddie pauses when he steps foot in the kitchen, hey eyebrows coming together to frown when he takes in the disheveled state Richie is in.

‘What’s wrong?’ Richie shakes his head uselessly, his shoulders shrugging helplessly while gesturing towards Sophia who is nestled against his shoulder, her cries muffled but still audible.

‘I don’t know how to prepare milk.’ Eddie has the audacity to snort, a sound that Richie has never heard coming from him, so he’s helpless to let out a small one himself.

‘Don’t laugh at me Eduardo, I’m in a deep crisis right now and I require your help.’ Walking closer, Eddie accept the bottle handed to him, the word ‘auch’ escaping from him at the warmth burning his palm.

‘My help? Why me?’ Eddie asks, shooting Richie a questioning look. A pink red sticker is hanging on his forehead, Richie then notices, but since Eddie is apparently blissfully unaware of it, Richie keeps it to himself.

‘Well Eds, I assume you have enough experience with babies, you know. Since you were treated like one your entire life?’ He winces when the words leave his mouth, his mind too preoccupied with Sophia to think twice about what he was about to speak in existence.

‘Fuck you, dude. And don’t call me Eds asshole.’ Luckily, Eddie waves the comment away with the tip of his hand, doing his signature move where he pretends to karate chop the air. ‘Come here, give her to me for a second.’ Eddie suggests, and Richie obliges, handing her over with extreme caution, even when she very willingly goes.

‘You’re uncle Rich is a bit of an idiot huh? How about we go and see how we can prepare your- well it’s not dinner yet, let’s say afternoon snack?’ Sophia quieted down as she got comfortable in Eddie’s arms, one of his arms beginning to prep the formula, again, during which the other held her up and close.

He then leaned in to whisper something in her ear, not loud enough for Richie to decipher what they were talking about, but it caused Eddie to gleam again, and even Sophia let out a big grin, happily going along with whatever her uncle Eddie was proclaiming.

The sight of a baby in Eddie’s arms, his eyes twinkling in pure adoration, his grin wide enough to show teeth, while he rocked her back and forth, made Richie want to beg Eddie to raise a child with him.

He dismissed the idea soon enough though, for if Eddie had a wish for kids, surely he would have said something by now. But he knows already that the image was going to haunt his dreams for a long time, the mesmerizing sight of what could be, or could have been did not plan on leaving his mind any time soon.

He must stare for a tad too long, Eddie feeling his gaze upon him so he glances up, their eyes meeting. Eddie opens his mouth to say something, but before he can he is interrupted by Emily, impatient from waiting too long or her cookie.

‘Uncle Eddie, what’s taking you so long?’ She complains, rolling her eyes when she notices that Eddie is holding her sister.

‘In a minute sweety, I’m just helping uncle Rich out right now.’ Having an excuse from being in Eddie’s proximity while he’s holding a baby, Richie jumps on the opportunity to get out. The fact that he missed his other niece aswell guides his decision too.

‘I’ll play dress up with you for a while Princess Ems.’ He bows down extravagantly, acting as if there is real royalty in front of him.

‘Don’t you want me to teach you how to prepare milk?’ Eddie summons, his voice edged with a tint of confusion at Richie’s sudden interest to leave.

‘You can teach me about that later Eds, she needs her drink three times a day.’ Richie reassures him, fiddling with his thumbs while he begs Eddie to let the subject drop.

‘But uncle Eddie was so cool, all my friends wanted to meet him.’ Emily had yet to grow out of the phase where she us jealous of her little sister, so her whole argument isn’t about Eddie specifically, it’s about her not entertaining the idea of anyone giving her sister the light of day from who she demands it from.

But that’s alright. Richie is nothing if not persuasive. ‘Aye, that’s true but they have yet to meet me’, Richie performs, making use of the pirates accent and langue he had to learn for an audition. Emily giggles in delight, easily swayed when it involved her uncle Richie, and even more so when it had to do with his voices.

‘And if they don’t wanna know a seadog like me, I’ll force those scallywags to walk the plank. Aye. Now let’s go, heave-ho upstairs so I can be introduced.’

Emily nods enthusiastically, practically running up the stairs two steps at a time, and Richie follows with just as much energy, yelling ‘aye’ or ‘are’, every so few seconds. In his haste, he is oblivious to the same longing look Eddie gives him, when he sees him interact with a child.

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It’s a long day, and Richie can feel the bone deep exhaustion creeping up on him when he eventually makes his way over to the couch, Eddie dozing on the rug with the baby monitor still in his hands.

It’s not even eleven pm yet, and Richie knows that Eddie would be more relaxed in a bed than the sofa, but he also knows that they’ll be awaken more than a few times during the night, so he lets Eddie sleep.

In the wardrobe in Stan and Patty’s living room, Richie discovers a blanket, big enough to cover both him and Eddie, so he takes it, vowing to wash it before they get home. It’s soft and fluffy, and perfect to sleep with, but as soon as he tucks it around Eddie, he shits up, all sleep vanished from his eyes.

He blinks up at Richie, shuffling closer to him while disposing of the baby phone on the ground next to were they are seated, and rearranging the quilt till every part of their bodies is covered with it.

Eddie’s head lays on Richie’s shoulder, while one of his arms rubs up and down his arm and shoulder, grabbing strands of his arm hair with him sometimes, which is just what Richie needs to stay awake, the small jolts of pain keep him on his toes. And that’s necessary, he discovers over the next minute.

Without facing Richie, Eddie drops a bombshell like he’s never done before, causing Richie to choke on his own spit. ‘I want to have a baby.’

I want to have a baby, I want to have a baby, I want to have a baby, the words play on repeat in his head, ricocheting of the walls and tumbling but sticking none the less, Richie brain turning into mind numbing fizz, absolutely no thoughts besides Eddie words formulating.

The coughing alerts Eddie, who sits up straighter, looking back Richie’s way with wide eyes, as he looks on on the natural disaster that is about to concur in front of him.

When his brain comes back online, mortifying is not even big enough a word to describe the shame Richie feels for his reaction, so, he resorts to what he always does; using humor as a blockage.

‘Christ Eds, I don’t think that possible. You know, question of having the right body parts. It’s a shame really, me and your mom.-‘

‘Beep, Beep Richie.’ Eddie interrupts him strictly. ‘I need you to be honest. No jokes, just you.’ That’s a hard task, since it’s become second nature to Richie to use it as a defense mechanism, but for Eddie he’s willing to try.

‘And before you say anything, let me talk first’, Eddie insists, waiting till he gets an approving nod from Richie to continue. ‘Today, seeing you with Sophia and Emily, I realized that you’re so good with kids. And before today I honestly didn’t think I wanted children, but I guess that I didn’t want them with Myra, but I do want them with you. What do you think?’ Eddie prompts, trying to gauche Richie’s reaction, but even Eddie sometimes has trouble doing that, and now is one of those times.

Holding his breath nervously, not even Richie’s hand grabbing his is enough to calm him down, his fingers drumming against his upper leg.

‘I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.’ Richie entrust Eddie, his body visibly relaxing when it’s clear that Richie is at the very least not going to yell at him for suggestion kids in the first place.

Their lips meet in the middle of Stan’s couch, the house around them eerily quite while the two of them are stuck in a haze together, blissfully unaware of what’s happening outside of their bubble. It’s a reassuring kiss, their lips lazily in sinc, neither in a rush, to help calm both of them down just a little, before diving head first into the deep shit again.

‘Are you sure you want to have kids with me? Because today I fucked up her stupid bottle. I mean, who can’t warm milk? And I don’t want you to hate me over something that I can’t do. I’m scared I’ll put all this weight on you and you’ll resent me for it, and I can’t have that, Eds, I can deal with everything else, but I can’t deal with you hating me.’ Richie proclaims, out of breath and sucking in large gulps of air.

Eddie pulls his face closer to his, both of his palms on either side of Richie’s head. ‘Listen to me dipshit, cause I’m only fucking saying this ones. You could murder someone in front of me, and I would roll with it okay? I came out and left my wife, and yeah, part of that was because of me, but I would have never understood what those feeling were if it weren’t for you. I love you Richie, and that’s never going to change no matter what.’ Eddie pauses, searching Richie eyes for confirmation that he understood. ‘Dipshit’, he added when he found it.

Richie let out a titter, one of his hands coming up to cover Eddie’s and leaning into the touch.

‘If you’re only worried about not knowing stuff to do with the kids, than I can help with that. That’s what a relationship is. I teach you things, and you teach me. Besides, there’s going to be a specific choir assignment, because there’s no fucking way I’m cleaning a baby’s diaper.’

‘Well then, Edward Francis Kaspbrak, it would be my honor to have a baby with you.’ Eddie’s face it up, through and through genuineness this time. No annoyance or irritation anywhere in sight, so of course, Richie had to change that.

‘Again, not biological because that would be impossible.’

‘Shut the fuck up asshole.’ Eddie grabbed a pillow to whack Richie full in the face, laughter pouring out of him when he accidentally knocked his glaces off.

‘Hey Eds, you might want to learn how to control that temper of yours, we wouldn’t want our beloved child to adapt the same words right?’

‘Seriously, I’ll fucking murder you if you don’t shut the fuck up.’

#reddie #reddie fluff #kid fic #richie tozier imagine #eddie kaspbrack #eddie kaspbrak imagine #My writing #it chapter two imagine #babysitting #stan as a dad #sort off #eddie kaspbrak as a dad #richie tozier as a dad

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soulwillower · 5 years ago

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how to remember • ben hanscom

(ben hanscom x plus size!reader)

requested: Hi! Can I request a Ben Hanscom x plus size reader, if you're ok with that? The reader is the youngest member of the losers club who had a crush on Ben. When the losers reunite she realises that she still like him but believes that he would never go with her. Angst with a fluffy ending, thanks!

i love ben! i hope u enjoy!!

warning: swearing, a little angst, fluff :) also unedited

[everyone’s aged up! this takes place during chapter 2]

2.1k words

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you walk into the back room of the jade of the orient apprehensively, totally unsure of that's going to happen or, frankly, who's even waiting for you on the other side of the wall. you walk into the room to find three men who turn and look at you. you blink at their familiar and yet strange faces - you feel completely removed from them and yet somehow completely connected. you recognize mike hanlon, who had called you last night to summon you. there was a pit in your stomach. "y/n." mike says, and you pull him into a hug, smiling into his shoulder.

"m-mike." you stutter, memories of a smiling, laughing boy driving you around in his pickup truck and stargazing with you on your roof coming back to you slowly. "y/n?" you hear and you stare at the two, your face melting into a grin as you recognize them, "eddie? bill?" you ask and they laugh in disbelief. you pull them in for hugs, remembering all those late nights on bill's roof, building forts and playing chicken with eddie and so many childhood memories previously abandoned.

a gong makes you all jump and turn towards the entrance of the room. your jaw drops as eddie calls out something stupid. you're distracted though, because your world has just stopped.

first, it's just a name. ben hanscom.

next, you lock eyes with a man and his eyes make flashes of blushing grins, old books, walk-mans, and laughter fill your memory. you can't breathe.

and then, memories hit you like a ton of fucking bricks. you blanch, feeling your chest fill with ice. ben's lost a lot of weight and has definitely gained some back in muscle. he looks relatively the same, though. the same kind eyes, the same smile, the same soft voice that you fell in love with-

holy shit.

you had loved him. it all comes back to you and as he pulls you into a tight hug, his hand rubbing your back the way it always used to, you almost want to cry.

you remember when you met him, that summer in '98 when you'd made the blood oath. you can't remember why you were all there in the sewers of derry, or why all you can recall are feelings complete terror and fear; but you can remember ben's jokes, the way he used to walk you home, and the years that you and him spent together with the others in the clubhouse at the middle school, and then the high school.

you remember how shy you used to feel whenever richie would tease the two of you. you remember in high school how ben would drive you to and from school since you didn't get your license until a year after them, or the hours you spent hanging around the library with ben during his shifts, messing around with eddie or reading patiently for ben to clock out.

you remember the hours that you spent in anxiety and self disappointment over an unrequited love. ben was ben, and you were just you.

and you remember how lost you were when they all left. you were a year younger, so when they graduated and left to meet all of their separate futures, you were stuck in the awful town by yourself, not sure if you'd ever see them again. you barely remember saying goodbye to him, wanting to tell him you loved him but knowing he could never love you back. but you vaguely remember that you'd given him the photo that'd been taken of you guys in the photo booth at the arcade as a parting gift, your cheeks wet as he promised he'd come back and visit.

he never did, though.

but now, ben pulls away from your hug and effectively breaks the trance you'd been lulled into. "it's been so long," he says warmly. "you look just how i remember you." he says softly and certainly not unkindly. but your stomach still twists at his words, that familiar insecurity creeping up on you. "oh, yeah." you say with a fake laugh, trying not to look hurt by his words as you tuck your hair behind your ear. "you- um, you look great." you say with a smile. he returns it, "so do you, y/n/n."

you still get butterflies when he uses your childhood nickname.

"y/n." you hear in a whisper, and you turn to see beverly marsh - how could you have ever forgotten her? she pulls you into a tight hug, just like she used to when you were younger. your heart hurt.

the dinner was going smoothly, all of you downing drinks and rowdily spewing out your childhood memories right when they came to you. "didn't... y/n, didn't you work at that one diner? and haystack used to always play new kids on the block on the jukebox!" richie says, pointing to you. you raise your eyebrows as you remember, "wow, yeah... i got fired because i wouldn't wear the uniform." you say, remembering with a sheepish expression.

you'd stopped trying to fit into the ugly uniforms that your shitty manager made everyone wear, because he refused to buy them in the size that fit you. he'd said that you needed to 'solve the problem himself,' and you'd felt like shit for his words. it was terrible, but nobody else who worked there stood up for you. to them you were a loser, of course.

but you also remember when you'd told the losers and stan had gotten so mad that he'd started tearing up, richie and eddie went to egg the diner, bev and mike dumped shakes on the floor in front of the manager, and mike and bill had sent countless letters filled with very... untasteful doodles of the manager on them. he'd also reported him, though, and the losers actually got him fired. it was good to know that they were always there for you, even though you felt awful after what had happened - but they helped you learn to love yourself.

you remember that ben had found you the night you'd been fired, sitting at the quarry with tears leaking out of your eyes. he hadn't done anything except put his arm around you, letting you cry as he rubbed your back. he'd brought cookies and so you shared them under the moonlight and you remember thinking that you were invincible, the eight of you. forever.

now, as richie brings up ben's weight loss, you play with your fork on your plate, feeling hollow. you were so happy and very glad (although nervous) to be back with them. you watch as bev and ben catch eyes and you suddenly realize that even if you still love him, it doesn't matter.

for the same reason it never would have mattered if you'd said those words all those years ago. you couldn't be enough for him.

ben was just as perfect now as he was then - passionate, dedicated, teasing but in a gentle way, and above all caring. as you and the others reminisce in your memories, you accept that you'll never get to be with ben, and you feel like you're living through this heartbreak all over again.

as you pace in the lobby of the inn, you run your hands through your hair and try to calm your breathing. stan was gone. he was gone, you'd been attacked by fucking demon fortune cookies, and you just remembered your entire childhood. including the terrorizing demon clown who ate children and tried to kill you when you were thirteen. how did you guys get through that? you can't believe anything that's happening. "y/n." ben's voice makes you snap your head up, your breathing ragged. "y-yeah?" you ask, your voice cracking. you clear your throat though, nodding to yourself. this is okay, you've gotten through so much shit in your life, you can get through this too.

"so...you were a year younger right?" ben asks, making you look up. you nod, resisting the urge to point out that you still are. he takes a breath, "what- uh, what happened when i left? i can't remember why we didn't keep in touch."

you feel sick to your stomach and you shrug dejectedly, "i don't really remember. i didn't really talk to anybody my senior year because.... well... you guys were all gone and never called. i didn't understand what had happened, but everyone else in town..." you trail off. ben knows just as well as you that the people in derry did not take kindly to the losers club, especially back in those times when people's bodies could make them an easy target. it was fucked up. "yeah, i don't really remember much." you finish. it's quiet for a moment.

"i don't understand how i could have forgotten you." he says quietly, sounding bewildered. you blush but you shake your head. "it's not your fault. something weird happens when you leave this town." you say, eyes trained on your legs. you wanted to cry. "what, and that makes it okay?” ben says softly, sitting next to you on the staircase. your stomach hollows when his hand falls on your back, just like old times, and you shake your head. "well, i guess." you mutter, shrugging. you never really looked at it from that perspective.

"i'm so, so sorry." he says and you shake you're head. this was all too much. the boy that you loved - the man that you still love - is sitting next to you, right there for you to hold. you've lost him once before and you never want that to happen again, but you know he's not yours to hold.

you pull your face into your hands, shaking your head. "y/n, what's wrong? i mean- today has been crazy, i get it. how can i help?" he asks and you want to chuckle and scream and cry all at once. he's still the same kind and caring person, even after all this time. "it's okay, ben. i'm sorry, this is just... a lot." your voice is watery and weak.

"i keep trying to remember all this stuff from back then... but all i can remember is being around you. you were the most amazing kid, y/n. i looked up to you so much, you were so full of life and you were so funny, i just feel like... i just-" he cuts himself off, rubbing his face with his hand. your

"hey, it's okay, ben. it's me, i'm no stranger." you say lightly, making you both chuckle at the irony of your statement. but your smiles melts and you realize you're becoming too hopeful, knowing you're about to have your heart broken as he opens his mouth.

“y/n...i feel like i've missed out on a whole lifetime with you.” he says quietly. your stomach flips as you look at him, his hand coming up to your cheek. your eyes meet and his honey ones are searching yours for something, desperation and adoration swimming through them. "ben, what are you saying?" you whisper, watching as his eyes flicker to your lips and your stomach flutters like you were about to have your first kiss all over again.

"i'm saying i think i've loved you since we were thirteen." he says with a swallow and you beam. he's still staring at you and you bite your lip. "ben, i love you too." you whisper. he smiles, his hand rubbing your cheek with a fond smile.

he leans in slowly, allowing time for you to lean back, but as soon as your lips are touching he's surging forward, pressing his body to yours. his lips are warm and soft on yours and you almost want to cry. you feel like even though everything is crazy, ben is the one constant - he's the one that got away. but he's here now, he loves you, he always has, despite everything. or because of everything. he kisses you like he loves you. you know he does.

"oh, hey! this is new." a voice breaks the peace as eddie's feet land in front of you. as you and ben pull away from each other, you're both grinning sheepishly but you're slightly annoyed that eddie interrupted you. eddie plows through in his classic panicked fashion. "hate to bother you, but can you guys come in here for a sec? we've got a little problem." he says breathlessly. you roll your eyes but ben stands, watching as eddie walks back into the other room.

he pulls you up and towards his chest and you blush darkly at your proximity. he leans towards you again though, catching your lips with his in a deep, passionate kiss. his hands fall to your hips, pulling you even closer and you try not to gasp at the feeling of his lips on yours. your hands wrap around his neck and you pull away, biting your lip as you look at him. he smiles at you, whispering softly, "let's go," before slipping his hand into yours and following eddie.

you waited more than thirty years for this, and you think it was worth every fucking second.

#ben hanscom #ben hanscom x reader #stanley uris #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #richie tozier #beverly marsh #eddie kaspbrak #losers #the losers club #losers club x reader #my writing

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justasp0rk · 5 years ago

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Dime

Hey! Been a hot minute since I’ve post any of my work, so have this angsty reddie one shot! Basically, this is what happens after Eddie’s first experience with Pennywise.

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Eddie carefully stepped over the small stones that were laid across the river down in the Barrens, the forced balance making his limbs finally stop shaking. He wasn’t sure what he saw, back at the Nielbolt house, he didn’t even know if that person- that leper- could even be considered alive in the state that it was in.

And the clown…

Cold water splashed on his ankle, tearing Eddie out of his thoughts as he furrowed his brows at the rocks beneath him. Balance, balance, balance…

‘In world war two, when Jews and others were sent to concentration camps, they would be given patches to indicate what was wrong with them by the Nazis standards.’

Balance, balance, balance…

‘The Jews, of course, were given a star of David to wear. The upside down triangle would be colored based on criteria that the Nazis had, non Jews simply just getting an upside down triangle. Red for political enemy,’

Balance, balance, balance.

‘Purple for foreigners,’

Eddie felt his eyes sting with unshed tears.

'And a pink upside down triangle for homosexuals.’

He felt his foot slip on a patch of moss, falling into the stream with a high pitched yelp. Eddie quickly stood back up, stumbling over his feet and laces as he rushed back to shore, shaking hands shoving his inhaler into his mouth. That’s what they were learning the final few days of school, that’s what the teacher was talking about, and the clown… the clown…

Eddie puffed the medicine into his lungs, taking in a heaving breath as he collapsed on the dying grass. It didn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean anything. Eddie was just seeing things because of his new pills, that’s all it was, he just hadn’t adjusted to the medication yet.

Still, he felt hot tears roll down his cheeks and drop onto the grass, nose scrunched as he sniffled. Eddie wasn’t sick, his mom was trying to hard to keep him a healthy boy, he wasn’t sick.

“Eds?”

Eddie shot back up on his feet, quickly wiping away the tears on his face with his forearm, pretending to be exceedingly interested in the trees. If he saw a bird, he could tell Stan, it would be easy to say he was just trying to help Stan, make him feel better after he seemed so shaky the other day.

A hand landed on Eddie’s shoulder, and, although expected, still made him jump. He turned and was greeted with his smiling, bucked toothed friend with glasses that were all too blocky and eyes that were a little too big. Richie took in Eddie’s appearance, tapping his wet shirt with a laugh.

“Grey water, my good sir!” He called out, his British Guy voice in full effect. “Why, I can’t believe I’ve found master Kaspbrak wondering in the Barrens all by his lonesome, let alone splashing in that blasted grey water!” Richie lifted Eddie’s arms, absentmindedly looking for scrapes and bruises as he talked. Falling into habit. “The stream itself reeks of the anal proceedings of Derrys residents-”

“Beep beep, Richie,” Eddie snapped, feeling a little woozy. “The stream is all freshwater, fuck off with your bullshit!” He tore his arm away from Richie, glaring at him, but he was honestly glad that the boy stopped by. Eddie wasn’t sure he wanted to be alone.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Richie snapped back, grinning. “I mean, I personally know she loves a filthy mouth, Eds, but how did you know that?” Eddie gagged, shoving Richie away from him.

“Don’t talk about my mommy like that!” Eddie crossed his arms, frowning at Richie. “What the fuck do you want?”

Richie’s expression turned somber. “Felt lonely in the house, came down here and found you,” He winked. “My favorite pasta.”

Eddie ignored the way his cheeks warmed at the stupid nickname. He didn’t want to think about that right now, not after what happened. “Didn’t mean you had to bother me.”

“But you were here!” Richie threw his arms around Eddie, lifting him into the air as the boy kicked and yelled in protest. “Why wouldn’t I bother you, my love? It’s the thing I’m best at!”

“The thing you’re best at is running your fucking mouth!” Eddie hit Richie’s back repeatedly, hating the fact he was biting back a smile, that he wanted to lightly giggle at the shenanigans. “Put me down!”

Richie shrugged, laughing loudly. “Okay!”

Eddie yelped as Richie dropped him without warning, landing harshly on the grass. He sat up, shaking the leaves out of his hair as he stuck his tongue out at Richie.

“You suck!”

Richie snickered, eyes flashing with something Eddie didn’t quite recognize. “For a dime? Sure.”

Eddie felt his stomach drop, about to open his mouth to question Richie before he felt a hand in his hair, gently ruffling it around. His foul mouthed friend sat down in front of him, wide smile showing off his infamous bucked teeth. The edges of Richie’s eyes were crinkled while he lightly laughed, freckles on his nose scrunched with his ears tinged red. Eddie relaxed almost immediately, giggling at himself for being so stupid. Richie said shit like that all the time, sexual innuendos, it was just a coincidence. He didn’t know.

“Lighten up, Eds, the R man is here!” Richie pinched Eddie’s cheek, earning himself a slap to the hand as Eddie tried to calm his fit of giggles.

“Shut up, beep beep, zip it!” Eddie called, flicking Richie’s nose. The boy recoiled with an amused look of surprise, lightly tapping where Eddie’s fingernails had hit. That did not help with his laughter, thank you very much.

“I’ve been blessed,” Richie whispered in awe, looking back at Eddie with wide eyes. “Pasta has blessed me.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, mumbling yet another 'beep beep’ at Rich. A part of him knew it was odd, that Richie hadn’t stopped talking after the phrase had been uttered, but some days he was just extremely chatty. Nothing could really be done because of it, it was just Richie being Richie.

The two both laughed among themselves, Eddie feeling light, thoughts far away from what he saw at the Nielbolt house. Richie calmed down before Eddie did, surprisingly, staring at him with a small smile and something in his eyes that made Eddie’s chest feel just that much more tight. Not in a bad way, like how his asthma made him feel, but in a… warm way. It was a warm feeling, it was good. Eddie startled a bit when Richie grabbed his hand, lips set in a tight line.

“Eds?” He sounded reluctant. Scared. Eddie squeezed his hand, a little gesture that was always nice between the two. The sudden shift in atmosphere made his laughter disappear in an instant, able to tell that Richie- for once- wasn’t joking around.

“Yeah, Rich?”

Richie picked at the dry grass with his free hand, refusing to meet Eddie’s eyes. “Is it bad to… like…” He curled in on himself ever so slightly. “Boys?”

Eddie blanked, his heartbeat quickening in his chest as he stared at his best friend. “Erm…”

His mommy had always said bad things about boys who like boys, or girls who liked girls, but… his mommy also said Richie was a bad friend. Not everything she said was true, he didn’t have to listen just because she said it.

“Why?”

Settling for a question wasn’t a bad thing. If Richie was trying to tell him something, Eddie wanted to have the right response.

“Because I think…” Richie took a deep breath. “I think I might… like boys…” He looked up at Eddie, brown eyes panicked. “Am I sick, Eddie? Do you- Do you think the Losers will hate me? Am I-” Richie was shaking at this point. “Am I sick?”

Eddie grabbed Richie’s other hand, squeezing them both as he adamantly shook his head. “No, no, you’re not sick, you’re not.” He reassured, dropping one of Richie’s hands in favor of cupping his cheek with the best smile he could muster. “You’re my best friend, you tell shitty jokes, and you make everyone laugh. Who…” Eddie glanced down at their joined hands, suddenly hyper aware of how their skin felt against each other, how warm Richie’s hands were, how muggy the summertime air was.

How fast his heart was beating.

“Who cares if you like boys?” Eddie finished, looking sheepishly back up at Richie. His friend was red in the face, glasses askew on his nose.

“Hey, Eddie?” Richie’s voice was much softer now, the boy leaning closer to Eddie.

“Yeah, Rich?” Eddie whispered, excitement and adrenaline and fear all coursing through him. Was he really going to…? Were they actually…?

Richie’s lips ghosted over Eddie’s, almost a promise of a kiss, a promise of what every older boy talked about at school, talked about how amazing it was. But it was just a promise, one Eddie couldn’t find himself to lean just an inch closer to.

He heard Richie mumble something, Eddie’s eyes fluttering open.

“Huh?” His brain was foggy, everything moving slowly. But in this moment? Well, that wasn’t a bad thing at all, Eddie thought he could sit here with Richie for hours at a time with how he felt.

“For a dime,” Richie repeated, voice barely above a murmur. “Gotta give me a dime, Eds.”

Eddie’s brows scrunched in confusion, hand falling from Richie’s face. “What do you…?” His heart leaping into his throat, Eddie scrambled backwards, back hitting the rough bark of a tree. Richie was smiling at him, his teeth crooked and eyes sunken in.

“A dime, Eds,” Richie said again, slowly crawling toward Eddie. “I’ll do it for a dime, I’ll do anything you want for a dime.”

Eddie felt a sob catch in his throat, hundreds- no, thousands- of balloons rising from the stream behind Richie, blotting out the sun and sky. Richie smelled absolutely foul, like rotten flesh and spoilt eggs and death. How did he not notice that before?

“Don’t you know what happens to boys like us, Eddie?” Drool started to drip from Richie’s almost nonexistent lips, nothing but skin separating his teeth now from the summer breeze. “Don’t you know what happens to boys like you?”

Slowly, a small set of pink balloons floated in front of the red, what was just a jumble of them randomly spread combining into a triangle.

An upside down triangle.

Eddie felt a scream ripped from his throat, Richie now charging at him in awful, jerky motions. He scrambled to his feet, the splintered wood of the tree digging into his back and catching on his fanny pack as he lurched to the side to run. Without and hesitation, Eddie unbuckled the damned thing, bolting into the woods of the Barrens as he heard Richie laugh maniacally behind him.

“DO YOU KNOW, EDDIE? DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS?”

The voice was becoming more and more raspy as he talked, the sounds of leaves and sticks snapping only making Eddie sob harder. He was too fast, he was too fucking fast. There was no way Eddie could outrun him, his lungs were too weak, his legs were so skinny and he was so small, so delicate.

Eddie felt the sole of his shoe glide over one of the rocks that he tried to race over, the moss barely peeking through the leaves on the forest floor. He screamed when he fell, the sound echoing throughout the entirety of the Barrens, hitting his head hard as he splayed out on his back. Eddie choked on his sobs, snot and tears running down his face as he tried desperately to get up, shaking too much to be able to do much of anything. The inhumanely fast crunch of the leaves stopped just behind him, heavy breathing leaving precipitation on his neck.

“Sick, sick boy.” A different voice chimed, the voice of the clown.

Eddie couldn’t help it, he threw up. He threw up while shaking violently and with laughter ringing in his ears, not sure if it grew more distant from his slipping consciousness, or if it was actually leaving him alone. He prayed it was leaving him alone, he prayed that this was all his new medication, and that it was nothing more.

But before the darkness completely involved his vision?

Eddie prayed he wasn’t sick.

When Eddie opened his eyes to the sound of distant chatter hours later, he was laid next to a pool of his own vomit, blood dripping between his eyes as he stared up at the blessedly blue sky. He nearly began to cry again just at the sight of it, laughter bubbling in his chest. He was alive. He was fucking alive!

Eddie began to tell the Losers of his crush on Greta later that week, all smiles and faint blushes and a sickly, wrong feeling in his stomach.

Eddie began to lock the window to his room, too, dealing with his fear of the dark on his own, calming himself down when the nightmares woke him.

…

He wasn’t very good at it.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #pennywise #it (2019)#it (2017)#my writing #im so so sorry but at the same time #no im not

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eddiesasspbrak · 5 years ago

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Forever and Always Ch. 3

This is a terrible chapter but it starts with a steamy dream to make up for it

Eddie is the only one of his friends to stay behind in Derry after high school, causing him to lose touch with some of them. Now 24, Eddie has heard rumors that his now famous, former best friend (aka love of his life) may be coming back to town. That won’t be too awkward, right?

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Eddie knew he was dreaming the second it started. He was back in the general store, alone with Richie this time. Instead of reaching out to ruffle his hair, Richie grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him into a toe-curling kiss. He’d never actually kissed Richie, but somehow in his dreams he knew that this was exactly what it would be like. All pressure and teeth clacking with urgency to finally give into the desire to devour the other’s mouth. The feel of Richie’s teeth pulling at his bottom lip before his tongue delves back into the wet expanse of his mouth has him moaning and practically climbing over the counter to get to him.

The kiss ends and Eddie feels a shiver go through his body and then Richie is there behind the counter with him, pulling him to his chest. Eddie begins to think there are far too many clothes between them and this is his dream, so he makes them vanish and suddenly it’s skin on skin. Richie’s hands are everywhere, knowing exactly where to go to ignite sparks across Eddie’s skin. Both of his hands, his big, big hands, grab hold of his ass as he grinds their hips together. Eddie moans and Richie latches his mouth onto his neck, licking and sucking bruises along his skin. Eddie threads his fingers through Richie’s curls while his other hand feels over his broad shoulders. He’s everything he’s ever wanted, everything he’s ever needed.

Just when Eddie thinks it can’t get better, Richie spins him around and pushes him against the counter, his arms splayed out in front of him. Eddie wasn’t very experienced when it came to sex, but even he knew what kind of preparation went into it. Still, it was dream and all he wanted was to feel Richie inside him, pressing his hips into the edge of the counter, his nails scraping the countertop as words tumble from his mouth. Richie presses up against him, his length against the curve of Eddie’s ass and he sucks in a breath, waiting.

He feels Richie behind him, spreading him with his thumbs, ready to take him and then suddenly it’s all ripped away. Eddie is sitting up in bed, panting and sweaty. The alarm on his phone is blaring from his bedside table. Flopping back, he groans and reaches over to shut it off. On Sundays Eddie didn’t have to work. The general store stayed closed for the day, so he had time to himself to catch up on classwork and relax. Still, he set an alarm to keep himself on a schedule for work so he wouldn’t end up a tired, miserable mess. Now, he hated himself for it. He knew that seeing Richie the day before would stir something up within him, he just didn’t realize how good it would be. Or would have been if not for his alarm.

The first thing he always did on Sunday mornings was go for a jog around town. As a child, his mom had convinced him he couldn’t run because of his asthma. Of course, that didn’t stop him and as he aged, he found that he actually enjoyed running. He’d wanted to join track in high school but couldn’t without her signature on a permission slip. Instead, he took up jogging and told her he was just going for walks. Lying was easier than arguing with her. Normally he waited until after his jog to shower, but with the mess in his pants from his dream as well as the still present stiffy, he didn’t have much of a choice.

Grabbing his towel and letting it drape down his front, he rushed to the bathroom before he was seen. She wasn’t usually up this early anyway, but anything to avoid an awkward encounter. He adjusted the temperature in the shower until it was just below scalding and stripped out of his clothes and climbed under the spray. Leaning his back against the cold tile of the shower wall, he let his hand drift down to stroke himself. His dream flooded his mind, Richie’s face, Richie’s mouth, Richie’s hands. His eyes fluttered close as he dropped his head back against the wall and bit his lip to keep his voice in. He imagined it was Richie’s fingers that were wrapped around his dick, bringing him closer to the edge.

Richie’s name was on Eddie’s lips in a strangled whisper as he finally spilled into his hand, his whole body coming alive like fireworks sparking off his skin. He blinked tears from his eyes, his chest heaving. He put his hand under the water, letting it wash clean. The realization that he’d just had a sex dream about Richie and then jerked off to him in the shower hit him like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t the first time, but now Richie was in town. He’d already decided not to see him if he could help it, now he dreaded running into him with this fresh in his mind.

There wasn’t much point in having a thorough shower since he’d have to take another after his jog, but he still washed up just to remove all the sweat from his body. Thanks to the unexpected detour from his Sunday routine, Eddie got a late start to his jog. Usually he was gone before his mom even woke up, but by the time he’d dried off and gotten dressed, she was up and cooking breakfast. She insisted he ate before he left, and he felt it wasn’t worth the fight and sat at the kitchen table. She filled a plate with eggs, bacon, toast and fried potatoes and set it in front of him. It was much too much for him to eat before exercising, but he had to at least make it look like he’d made an effort and then promise to reheat it when he got home.

She sat across from him and, while he prayed for a silent meal, she immediately started in on him.

“I don’t see why you insist on going for a walk so early in the morning. You walk to and from work every day. Isn’t that enough?” She asked.

“I like to walk.”

“You always leave so early and I worry about you out there by yourself.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me. This is Derry.” He didn’t even look up from his plate while he spoke, knowing exactly what kind of face she was making. The kind of face she always used to try and convince him to do things her way. Sad eyes and a frown, trying to appear concerned when all she really wanted was to control what he did. He’d learned at a young age so ignore it and avoid eye contact.

“What if you trip and fall down into a ditch and break your leg? You wouldn’t be able to get out and what if we don’t find you in time?”

“I always have my cell phone on me. I would just call for help.”

“But, Eddie, what if someone hits you with their car and they panic and put you in their trunk and they have to dispose of your body in some gruesome way? I’ve seen those crime shows. There are so many ways to get rid of a body. They could cut you up or dissolve your body is acid or-.”

“Jesus, mom. Can you stop? I’m not going out before the sun is up and even if I were, I’d just wear a reflective vest. I also watch for cars and don’t run in the street. Can we please talk about anything else?”

She huffed out a sigh and pursed her lips. She didn’t like it when he raised his voice to her but wouldn’t say anything about it. “I just love you, Eddie and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and said nothing. They’d had this almost exact conversation so many times it was getting old. She only did what she did and said what she said because she worried about him and she didn’t want to lose him. He still remembered the placebos she’d forced on him as a child, convincing him he needed them to stay healthy when really, she was teaching him that he needed her. It was a bad memory and he hadn’t forgiven her, but he felt this ridiculous loyalty to her because she was his mother. The little voice in his head, drilled in there by her, telling him that she only did it because she needed him. Maybe he needed therapy.

“I hear one of your miscreant little friends has come back to town.” She said after a brief silence.

“Oh…” Eddie said, not wanting to talk about this either. She always hated Richie. She hated all of his friends, really. She thought they were a bad influence on him and did whatever she could to keep them apart as kids. She still didn’t know about all the times Richie had climbed in through his window at all hours of the night when she’d banned him from the house for the hundredth time.

“That foul mouthed boy who was always hanging around you.”

“It’s Richie, mom. His dad is getting surgery so he’s here to take care of him.”

“So, you’ve seen him then?”

“No.” Eddie lied. “Beverly told me. I’m not friends with him anymore.”

“Well, thank the lord for that.”

Eddie stood from the table and carried his plate to the microwave, putting it in and closing the door. “I’m full. I’ll eat the rest when I get back.” He said, turning toward the hallway.

“Be careful!” She called after him.

He didn’t say anything back, closing the front door behind him harder than he needed to. Eddie didn’t like the way she spoke about Richie. He’d been one of the only things that kept him sane growing up. He was the one he’d turn to when something was wrong, only going to the other after speaking to Richie. He was the one he’d run to every time. If he could go back in time to when they were still friends, he would in a heartbeat. Letting Richie leave Derry without him was the biggest regret of his life.

He slipped his headphones into his ears and pressed play on his music, turning it up loud enough to drown out his thoughts. He walked until he was out of sight of the front windows of the house, knowing she was likely there watching him go. As soon as he knew she could no longer see, he started at a brisk pace. It was the perfect time of year for outdoor exercise. The remnants of winter ice and snow were gone, but the air was still cooler bringing a nice breeze to his warm skin as he ran. The streets around him blurred as he let himself zone out, focusing on the feel of his feet against the pavement.

Every Sunday, he ran the same route around the neighborhood that looped back around to his house, giving him roughly three miles in total. If he’d been allowing himself to think, he might have remembered he’d picked this route as a teenager to go past his friend houses. All except Bev’s and Mike’s since the former lived in an apartment in town and the latter lived on his grandfather’s farm. He’d pass Bill’s house, usually waving as him and his brother were herded into the car to head to church. Then he’d loop by Ben’s who would likely still be sleeping. Stan would be up and sometimes out on his porch. He’d say hello as Eddie ran past. Sometimes Eddie would stop, and Stan would have a glass of water ready for him.

The last stop was Richie’s. When Eddie first started jogging, he’d always be asleep. As soon as he learned of Eddie’s preferred route, he’d set an alarm and be in his bedroom window, bedhead present and half asleep. He’d cheer Eddie on as if he were running a race and watch him pass until he was out of sight. It always made Eddie smile as he knew Richie would be back to sleep in minutes, only waking up to see him for the briefest of moments. It was stupid and silly, and he loved him for it.

That had been so long ago now, Eddie rarely thought about the fact that he was passing by his friend’s houses. Until, of course, he turned onto the next street and saw Richie and his parents standing out by their car. He stopped in his tracks, mouth dropping open as he focused on his breathing and tried to figure out what he should do. He could go back; run back the way he’d come. He could hide until they were gone, but if they drove past and saw him that would be embarrassing. Before he had a chance to make up his mind, his eyes were meeting Richie’s over the top of the car.

Richie stepped around the car, his face splitting into a wide grin. “I was wondering if you were going to stop by.” He said, closing the distance between them.

“I wasn’t…I’m not…” Eddie stammered, pulling his headphones from his ears. “I was just out jogging.”

“That’s right. You used to do this every week. I’d forgotten all about that.” Richie looked back over his shoulder to the car where his parents were talking. “Come over and say hi.” Without waiting for a response, Richie wrapped his fingers around Eddie’s wrist and gently pulled him in the direction of the driveway.

Eddie had a mix of emotions going through him. He was a little hurt that Richie hadn’t remembered his jogging routine because he’d always felt weirdly special that he’d gotten up just to see him when he ran by. Then he felt nervous at the feel of Richie’s skin against his wrist. The memory of his dream flooded his mind, filling his cheeks with color. Just the act of Richie touching him sent electricity up his arm. A wave of nostalgia crashed over him, remembering all the times Richie had led him this way. The way he so casually did it after all these years made him forget the last six years for a second.

“Look who’s here.” Richie said as they approached the car.

“Eddie. Nice to see you.” His mother smiled at him.

“N-nice to see you too.” Eddie said, feeling awkward. “How are you feeling, Mr. Tozier?”

“I’ve been better. As soon as this useless gallbladder is out of me, I think I’ll feel a lot better.” He responded, patting the right side of his stomach.

“That’s where they’re headed now. His surgery is this afternoon.” Richie explained.

“Oh…um…good luck? Sorry I don’t know what to say to someone getting surgery.” Eddie winced.

“Good luck sounds alright to me, my boy.” Wentworth let out a chuckle, slapping Eddie on the back.

“Alright, come on, now. We’ve got to get you there and checked in.” Maggie said, opening the driver’s side down and climbing in. “I’ll call you when he’s out.” She said to Richie before shutting the door.

Eddie and Richie stepped onto the lawn and waved as they pulled out and drove off down the street. Suddenly everything was awkward again and Eddie just wanted to get back to his jog and get home. He didn’t know how to just leave now. All his instincts when it came to Richie seemed to be gone and he found himself speechless like he was standing with a stranger. It was infuriated and he searched for what he’d say to a random acquaintance in this kind of situation. Still, nothing came to his mind so he just stood there, staring at the street and wishing that moment would end.

“I’m starving.” Richie said suddenly, breaking the silence. “You want to grab breakfast?”

“Oh…I already ate actually.”

“Lunch then. The diner. Around twelve?”

“I…I’m not sure…”

“I’m not taking no for an answer, Eds. I’ll be waiting for you so you’d better show. Otherwise you’ll see news articles about Trashmouth Tozier being stood up on all the gossip sites.” Richie grinned as he walked backwards toward the porch.

“I don’t know if I can make it.” Eddie lied. Of course, he could. He had homework and some discussion board questions to answer but that took no time at all. He just didn’t want to. Which was also a lie because he loved him and missed him like crazy. He hated the jolt of excitement that went through him at being invited out to eat by Richie, like they hadn’t eaten lunch together every day in school.

“I’ll see you at twelve.” Richie ignored him, waving and disappearing back into his house.

Eddie stood there with his mouth open, flabbergasted at how he was able to act like no time had past between them at all. He wouldn’t go. Richie would end up sitting there alone and get the hint that Eddie didn’t want to see him. Then things could go back to normal and Eddie could avoid the pending argument and pain that was coming their way. Shaking himself from the moment, Eddie replaced his headphones and turned his music up just a bit more as he took off down the street. He ran a bit faster now, trying to run out the excess adrenaline that was flowing through him.

When Eddie arrived back home, he’d taken a second shower and set to work on his homework. There really wasn’t much he had to do, but he worked slow, dragging it out as long as he could. By 11:30 he was completely done. He looked around his room for anything that needed to be cleaned or at least tidied up a bit. He made his bed, folded some laundry and put it away. When there was nothing left there, he ventured downstairs hoping his mother had left the breakfast dishes. All that was left was his plate he’d left in the microwave. He disposed of the food and cleaned the plate exceptionally well and dried it with a dish rag until there wasn’t a drop of water left and it was ready to be put away. Looking at the clock on the stove, he found it was only 11:50.

Going to the pantry, he pulled out the broom and dustpan and swept the kitchen floor and the hallway making sure he got under every piece of furniture and in every corner. When that was done, he wiped down the countertops, the stovetop and the kitchen table. The next time he looked at the clock it read 12:03. Richie would already be there, sitting in a booth and watching out the window for Eddie to arrive. He’d know what Eddie felt all those times he’d sent him a message just to have it ignored.

Sitting at the table, Eddie stared at the clock on the stove and watched 12:03 turn into 12:04. This was a good idea. Richie would get the hint and leave him alone. He wouldn’t try to see him again or contact him and he could really work toward getting over him. As the clock ticked over to 12:05, Eddie’s stomach twisted and, hating himself, he stood from the chair and rushed out the door. He ran down the streets of the neighborhood, headed toward town. He could have grabbed his bike, but the thought didn’t even cross his mind until his lungs were burning, and he was turning onto Main street. He slowed his pace when the diner was in sight, breathing deeply and trying to catch his breath. He was sweating again and wiped at his forehead with his sleeve. He didn’t want Richie to know he’d run there.

As he approached the diner, he stopped in the parking lot and looked up at the big windows. He could see Richie sitting there in a booth. He was looking at his phone and frowning. Eddie looked down at his own phone and saw it was already 12:15. A ten-minute mile was his best time now and he hated that he achieved it while running to Richie, who he’d said he wasn’t going to meet. When he looked back up, the expression on Richie’s face really registered and he saw how sad he looked. Sad because Eddie was fifteen minutes late and he didn’t think he was going to show. Part of Eddie wanted to turn and go home before he saw him standing there, but the other part of him wanted to wipe that look off his face and never see it again.

Unable to make a decision, his feet glued to the spot, he lost his chance to escape when Richie finally looked out the window and saw him. His face immediately lit up with a smile and Eddie used every ounce of his strength to force himself to walk into the diner. He walked to the booth and slid in across from Richie, feeling like he was moving too stiff to be natural.

“I didn’t think you were going to show.” Richie said, the corners of his mouth twitching like the thought made him want to frown again.

“I was just…finishing some homework and lost track of time. Sorry.”

“Homework?”

“I take online classes.”

“Really? What are you studying?”

Eddie suddenly felt like he was talking to a customer at the convenience store while he rang up their groceries, not the person he’d been in love with for more than ten years and friends with for longer. It was this awkwardness, not knowing what to say to one another, that he wanted to avoid. Menial small talk that was forced and boring. And of course, he was still angry with him, hurt that he’d been abandoned and ignored for so long. Every time he looked at him, he felt sick to his stomach with anger and heartache that was overwhelming.

“A little bit of everything. I don’t really know what I want to do.” He finally answered, looking down at his hands resting on the table. He picked at the edges of his fingernails, needing something to do with his hands to distract himself.

“I figured you’d be in med school by now.”

Eddie was going to say that he would love to go to med school, but it wasn’t really an option for him because he’d have to leave Derry, when their waitress approached. She smiled at them both, a pen and pad of paper in hand.

“Are you ready to order?” She asked in a sweet as sugar voice.

“Er, sorry, I haven’t actually looked at the menu yet.” Eddie said, looking up at her.

“That’s alright. I’ll come back.” Even though she was talking to Eddie, she was looking at Richie.

Eddie watched her walk back behind the counter where she joined the other waitress that was working. They both whispered while looking at Richie and grinning from ear to ear. Eddie was so caught up in his thoughts, he’d honestly forgotten that Richie was a celebrity now. It was still crazy to think about even though he’d seen the evidence online. Been a secret fan of his childhood crush. He always knew his friends were all talented and destined for greatness.

“It’s…good to see you, Eds.” Richie said, bringing his attention back to him.

When Eddie met his eyes, he saw something there. Sincerity maybe. Fondness as if he was looking at something dear to him. It was a look he’d seen in the past that always made his heart skip a beat because, yea, he mattered to this boy that he loved. But, how could he still look at him that way after not wanting anything to do with him for so long? The rejection still ached, and he couldn’t just ignore that he’d been a bad friend to him and pretend it never happened.

“Really?” Eddie asked, knowing this probably wasn’t the time or place to open this box up but not being able to hold his tongue. “Is it?”

“Of course. I’ve missed you.”

Eddie couldn’t help the scoff that pushed past his lips. “Usually when you miss people, you reach out to them. Don’t ignore them when they reach out to you.” The flood gates were officially open.

“I wanted to I just…”

“Just what? You virtually vanished from my life six years ago and now you’re acting like we’re still friends.”

“We are still friends. I mean…aren’t we?” That sad look was back on Richie’s face and Eddie ignored the way it made him feel. He wouldn’t backtrack now that he’d started.

“When is the last time you can remember talking to me before you showed back up in Derry?”

“I don’t…I couldn’t get in contact with you.”

“You didn’t even try!” Eddie didn’t mean to raise his voice and looked around the diner at the other patrons and the staff that were now looking at them. He sighed and lowered his voice again. “I sent you a text not even a full week ago and you didn’t even bother to text me back. Yet you can sit here and say you miss me? How am I supposed to believe you?”

“What text?” Richie said, picking his phone up from the table and opening his messages.

“I texted you about your Netflix special. To congratulate you.”

Richie scrolled through messages, in search of the one he’d sent. Eddie could see the reflection of his screen in his glasses, so he knew he wasn’t lying when he said, “I don’t see anything.”

Pulling out his own phone, Eddie opened his conversation with Richie and showed him all of the unanswered texts. They were few and far between, but he had tried. Every so often the urge to get in touch with him would spring up and he’d forget the sting from being ignored long enough to send something. Then he’d remember how much it truly hurt to be ignored and he’d give up again.

Richie read through the messages he’d sent while looking confused. “I never received any of these.”

“They all say delivered, Richie.”

“I’m telling you the truth. You can look through my texts if you want. I don’t…I don’t even have your number anymore.”

“What?”

“I broke my phone a while back and I posted on my private Facebook for everyone to text me so I could get everyone’s numbers again. You didn’t so I thought…I thought you didn’t want to talk to me anymore.”

“Then shouldn’t the messages just be from an unsaved number? That still doesn’t make any sense.”

“Did you ever even see the post?”

“No.”

Richie sighed and sat back against the booth, breathing out a laugh. “When I broke my phone, I got a new number. With a New York area code. My agent said it made more sense for business contacts than having a number from Maine.”

Eddie stared at him in disbelief. It was such a stupid, simple answer to something that had been plaguing him and he couldn’t just accept that. “Why didn’t you ask Bev or Ben or any of the others why I wasn’t contacting you? If you had just...that doesn’t…ugh you can’t actually be that stupid, can you?”

In spite of himself, Richie smile. “I thought you’d reach out to me when you wanted to. When I left and you didn’t come with me…that was the worst rejection I’d ever gotten in my life. All the rejections I’ve gotten in my career, none of them could compare to that. I thought that’s all that was again. You moving on without me.”

“I didn’t move on without you. I told you that I had to stay here for my mom. I wanted to go. Letting you leave was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I thought you just couldn’t forgive me for it.”

“Jesus, Eds. How the fuck did we let it get this bad?” Richie ran a hand through his hair, making the curls even more wild than they already were. “Here.” He picked up Eddie’s phone again and entered his new number into the contact, erasing the old. “Try it now.”

Eddie went to one of his most used emojis, the middle finger of course, and sent it to the new number. A second later, Richie’s phone chimed, and he smiled down at the message. It felt like Eddie had been punched in the stomach and he felt stupid. He didn’t really use Facebook that often and used it even less back then. If he’d just seen that dumb post none of this would have happened. He wanted to laugh and cry and hit himself. Here they were in an age where you could contact someone over an endless number of websites and apps. Instead, both boys took the lack of texts and phone calls to mean it was the end. They were both stupid.

“I feel like a fucking idiot.” Eddie said, digging his nails into his palm so he wouldn’t actually cry.

“You and me both, Spaghetti.”

#Reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it (2017)#it (2019)#Ro writes

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kasperikapanenisbetterthanyou · 6 years ago

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Paul Bissonnette - number three

this was requested over on leafsbabe a while ago and there’s an explanation for why i’m posting this here over on leafsbabe, hope you like it anyway

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You heard your front door slam shut approximately two seconds before Paul called out “Honey, i’m home.”

The baby started crying right after.

Groaning you put your head on the rim of the tub, Jax had kept you up all day and only fell asleep fifteen minutes ago. Naturally your oldest took this as an invitation to splash you with water, making not only a mess out of the bathroom floor but also you. Thankfully you didn’t care about the shirt too much since it already sported at least three stains of questionable origins.

“In the big bathroom!” you shouted, hoping that Paul would come and tell Eddie to behave so you could try to get the rest of the paint out of his hair.

Thankfully Jackson’s crying stopped so you assumed your husband picked him up and calmed him down. You concentrated on cleaning Edison up from the big paint incident of 2019. Just as you were wrapping him up in a big fuzzy towel Paul came in, stopping when he saw the mess.

“Wow, what happened here?”

You were close to tears and Paul could see it so he quickly focused on Eddie in your arms. “Hey Buddy, do you wanna go and put on your pajamas real quick? Daddy is gonna read you an epic story later, ok?” Eddie nodded and ran off, leaving Paul standing there and you kneeling on the wet bathroom floor.

“What happened today? I saw the…”

You quickly interrupted him. “Saw the paint everywhere in the living room? The daycare called and said they’re closed today because of a measle outbreak because apparently Stella’s mom is a bitch that doesn’t believe in vaccines so i had to call in sick because i can’t take both Jax and Eddie to work with me and then Jax kept crying and Eddie was just running around everywhere and then he wanted to paint but when i finally put Jax down and came back he had painted all over the couch and the wall and i’m just so tired.” You were close to sobbing at that point, tears already gathering in your eyes and you couldn’t help but let it all out when Paul came over and pulled you against his chest.

Never once you cried because your babies were overwhelming you, until now.

“How about you go get ready for bed, okay? I’ll take care of the boys and the mess.” Paul tried to gently nudge you towards the door.

“But you just came home from work and are probably exhausted too, i’ve been home all day i should clean up.”

He took the towel you were still holding out of your hands and nudged you again. “Taking care of the boys is incredibly hard work and i’m so proud of you. You had a very hard day and i’m going to clean up. Ok? Ok. Now go sleep.” He gave you little kiss on the cheek and a tap on your butt and you knew better than to argue with him when he was stubborn like that.

“Okay.” You resigned, heading for the door, “i love you.”

“Love you too.” came back the answer.

You knew something was horribly wrong when you woke up the next morning when you woke up and the house was quiet. When you looked over to your nightstand and saw the time you actually fell out off bed before racing downstairs. You were so freaking late.

It was only when you rounded the corner to your open kitchen when you heard Paul sing along to the radio while swaying his hips and also somehow making breakfast. Eddie was sitting at the counter eating peacefully and Jax was nibbling on some fruits. They were already dressed and everything seemed like the polar opposite of yesterday. What the heck?

“Oh hey, you’re up. I’m making breakfast. Do you want an egg or pancakes?”

Completely bamboozled you sat down and only remembered to greet the boys when Eddie slurped his juice loudly. “Good morning sweetheart.”

“Morning mommy.” He was kicking his little feet under the table but was careful not to kick the wood.

“What’s going on?” You asked when you saw that both of them were wearing Coyotes jerseys.

“We going to work with daddy.” Eddie yelled, startling Jax who thankfully didn’t cry.

“I’m taking them with me today. You’re just going to stay here and relax. Or maybe go get a massage or something.” You were about to interrupt him but he just raised a finger to shush you, “i already called in sick for you and you had to deal with them yesterday so today is my turn. Also i called the doc and she said that Jax is most likely teething and that’s why he’s been crying so much, i already put a teething ring in the freezer to cool it down. Oh and there are painters coming in later to cover up everything i couldn’t get off the wall just so you know.”

You were completely overwhelmed. “You’re an angel.” was the only thing you could say at that moment.

“Nope just a regular dude taking care of his family.” he turned to Eddie before continuing. “We need to leave soon buddy, do you want to run up and get some toys? I’m sure the guys would love to see them.”

As soon as your son was out of the room you pulled Paul down and kissed him. With the horror stories you heard about your colleagues’ partners you were more than thankful for Paul and everything he did. “I love you so fucking much.” You mumbled before kissing him again. Thankfully Jackson made some noise to alert you to cut it out or else you might have tried to deepen the kiss.

“A day off sounds heavenly. I wanted to go see the doctor for something anyways so i can just do that today. Nothing serious.” You added when you saw his face. “Everything is fine it’s just a formality.”

“Okay, if you say so. I’m gonna trust you on this but if anything is wrong you’ll tell me alright? Now, could you help me get Jax into that new baby carrying sling stuff i don’t know how that works.”

Eddie came back down with his arms full of toys soon after. Seeing your favorite men standing there nearly brought tears to your eyes again and you quickly snapped a picture.

“Have fun, sweetheart.” You waved at them even though you were only a few feet away.

“Bye mommy.”

“Bye honey.”

You tried your hardest to enjoy your last quiet day for quite a while. After the visit to the doctor you slendered through a local mall, just looking at a few stores in peace. You didn’t even buy anything except a cute vase and some soft serve ice cream with chocolate sauce. And no screaming kids around that tried to grab it and made a mess.

Deciding to surprise your boys for dinner you picked up some pizza on the way home. The three of them were sitting on your big couch watching cartoons when you walked through the door. As you walked closer you could see that both Jax and Eddie were asleep on Paul who was on the verge of falling asleep himself.

“Hey baby.”

You leaned down to give him a kiss. “Hey babe. The boys tire you out?”

“Yeah.” Jax stirred a little bit but Paul just rested his hand on his back and he calmed down again. “They’re a handful. But it was a great day. I have so many pictures of our boys with the guys.”

“Yeah they’re a lot but i wouldn’t have it any other way. We just need to make sure to hire a nanny before the next one comes along. And if this one’s a girl you’re either getting a vasectomy or i’m getting my tubes tied. I want a little princess and after that i’m done.” As you walked away you placed your hand over you still flat stomach hoping that Paul would catch on.

“What do you mean this one? Come back here.” He was struggling but couldn’t get up without waking the boys up but you could hear the joy in his voice. Hopefully number three would be a bit easier.

#paul bissonnette #biznasty #hockey imagines #hockey #hockey imagine #Hockey Players

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hiyo-silver · 6 years ago

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Apple Cider

Summary: The losers always do the same thing. Every fall is the same: apple cider, brownies, and The Nightmare Before Christmas.

ao3 + my masterlist

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This a little birthday present for Hannah! @reddiesetrichie I hope you had a lovely birthday and I hope you enjoy the fic!!!!

The crisp fall air flows effortlessly in through the front door as Stan struggles to shut the door behind him.”I’m home, nobody set the house on fire, yeah?” he calls in question, the question would sound comedic to anyone outside of their life, but it’s a valid assumption seeing as he’d left them baking brownies when he’d gone to get groceries.

The seven of them have always been chaotic and messy and loud, but that’s often how they like it. The date is October 28th and it’s one of their last quiet days at home together before the holiday season truly ramps up. Stan unravels his scarf from his neck and hangs it carefully on his rack on the wall, adding his coat atop it afterwards.

He runs his hands through his dark hair and looks himself in the hall mirror before going to join the others in the kitchen. His nose is tinted pink from the cool air, as well as the olive skin on his cheeks, his green eyes shine with the wateryness of the outdoors. He’d be embarrassed if he was to see anyone but the six loves of his life.

He finally steps into the warm kitchen, his boots clomping against the wood floor, completely ruining his effort to step up behind Beverly and hug her around the waist, which he does anyways. Since he couldn’t surprise her, her decides to tickle her sides instead; this results in a high shriek from her, turning quickly to give him an expression of false anger.

“How was shopping, did you get the apple cider?” she asks with a grin that makes her freckles crinkle up in her smile. He loves the little wrinkles around her eyes when she smiles, the familiar green shine is another favorite of his, he has a habit of thoroughly studying each of their faces when he can; simply a part of the pure warmth he feels whenever he sees them. If he can memorize every piece, maybe he can imagine them detailed enough to enjoy that warmth all the time.

“Yup, and the marshmallows Mike wanted,” he says as he pulls away just enough to survey the kitchen for anything they may have done in the process of baking, only seeing the mess they’d left of flour and box of eggs on the counter. “No scorch marks this time, I’m proud.”

“Hey, we can be successful sometimes,” Ben quips, sticking his tongue out at the other boy. Stan simply walks over and considers wiping the chocolate off Ben’s lip but instead presses his own lips to them, warm and soft.

“You taste good,” Stan teases, wiping another mark off Ben’s cheek with a teasing grin that his lovers have all learned to love. They may not always understand his humor, but they do enjoy it even when they’re confused. At least him being humorous means he’s happy, and having them all happy is the best they can do.

“You do too, new chapstick?” Ben asks with a little grin, he licks his lips for a moment of processing. “Peppermint,” he says surely, looking Stan in the eye with a menacing grim merely in the spirit of feeling successful.

“Yup,” Stan returns with his own grin, looking over to Bill and Eddie, both sitting on the marble counter and swinging their legs back and forth. One of Bill’s hands is in Eddie’s and one is holding onto a chocolatey spoon from making the brownies. Eddie only lays his head on Bill’s shoulder breathing evenly and generally looking content despite being zoned out.

“Hey, you awake?” Richie asks as he pops into the kitchen, immediately noticing Eddie leaning on Bill’s shoulder with his brown eyes covered by his thin eyelids. Eddie jumps slightly and Bill glances over as well, both of them emerging from their own little worlds.

Eddie nods, “Just getting some rest before you came back, you know how much it takes to keep up with you?” he teases with his own sleepy smile as the fire returns to his eyes, the brown becoming even deeper as the fog clears up. His eyes and hair rival the shade of the chocolate spoon that Bill is finally getting off the counter to clean it off.

Richie blows a raspberry in Eddie’s direction, slapping Bill on the left asscheek as he walks to the sink, causing Bill to whip around to wink at him, which Mike notices over at the sink himself. Mike grins back, chewing his lip to avoid chewing them out, though it definitely can be a contest with them sometimes.

“Hey Bill, giving me a hand now?” he asks warmly, taking the sticky spoon from Bill’s hands to put it in the warm water to soak with the other baking utensils. Bill nods with a small smile, “Can you help me load these into the dishwasher? It’s probably too much to hand wash,” Mike says with his own nod.

“Gotcha, Mikey,” Bill agrees, rolling his thick sleeves up to his elbows to keep his flannel dry. He pulls the measuring cup from the water with a grimace at the feeling of the water on his skin. He turns the sink up to a warm setting to rinse it out one final time. Both he and Mike get droplets of water redirected at them.

“Ah, careful,” Mike chuckles warmly, turing the sink off for Bill as Bill goes to place the cup on the top row of the dishwasher, “You should work more on the plates, less splatter,” he jokes, ruffling his big hand into Bill’s ginger hair.

“Actually I think I’m going to go get ready, you good with this?” Bill asks, his wide blue eyes meeting Mike’s deep coffee colored ones. He gives an innocent smile, really just one to avoid responsibility at all costs, though they usually let him off the hook, knowing the responsibility he took over them so many years ago in Derry, Maine.

Mike nods with a small sigh, smiling slightly. It’s almost funny to him how Bill can turn on the puppy dog face so easily and so quickly. “Only because you’re cute,” he says, drying his hand quickly on the towel and brushing his thumb on Bill’s cheekbone.

Bill smiles back, a happy hum escaping his throat as Mike touches his cheek, a hot blush rising to his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “Why thank you, Michael Hanlon,” Bill says, making an attempt to be smooth but his voice shakes with a giggle that wills itself to escape.

Bill jogs himself up to the shared room they have, their bed unmade. It makes him chuckle, they’d spent so much to get it custom built to be long enough for them all to fit but they never make their bed in the morning, the sheets always wrinkled and the blankets all strewn about. They all like different levels of heat in their sleep, leaving it all a mess of blankets and sweaty skin. They’d have it no other way.

He opens one of his drawers, pulling out the fleece yellow fabric. He shakes it out so it’s unfolded properly. He grins to himself. It’s Halloween soon enough, costumes can start now if he so pleases. He undresses, frowning slightly at the fact that he did in fact get his flannel sleeve wet, but only at the edge of the fold so it isn’t so bad, he’s changing anyways.

He pulls on the onesie, pulling the hood up even before zipping it all the way up with the satisfying hum of the zipper on plastic. He looks himself in the mirror, smiling at the face on the hood, that of Pikachu from Pokemon. He, Richie, Eddie, and Stan used to watch it together on the worn couch in the Denbrough basement. Of course it’s meant to spark memories, but also looked at the coziest one at Target, and the most like something that would make the others chuckle.

He starts to leave the room and just as he is about to open the door when the door opens before he has the chance to open it. Before him stands Richie, he should have known. Richie is the only other person in the house who can be as lazy as Bill.

Richie suppresses a laugh at Bill’s appearance. “Nice look,” he chuckles out. “Can you say pika-pika?” he teases with a smug expression. Bill pouts back at him, sticking his tongue out for a moment.

“No, but I can kiss you,” Bill says equally as smugly, leaning in to peck Richie on the tip of his nose, leaving the boy giggling at the ticklish feeling of Bill’s chapped lips.

“You need to use more chapstick, dickweed,” Richie smirks, “I was about to get ready in comfy clothes too,” he admits, punching Bill playfully in the shoulder. “We’ll probably all nap together on the couch with a movie tonight, it’ll be nice,” he says, already setting the expectation in his head.

“Definitely,” Bill hums with a soft smile, walking back and plopping back onto the bed, pulling the blanket over himself childishly with a sweet sigh. “I’m tired,” he hums out, watching Richie’s back as he pulls off his shirt. He chews his lip at the slight muscles moving against his pale skin, the freckles that dot his back looking like constellations in Bill’s happily biased eyes.

“You can nap when we all get settled, promise,” Richie teases in his shirtless state, kissing the top of Bill’s head happily, “We’re probably watching The Nightmare Before Christmas,” Richie grins, one of his absolute favorites for the Halloween season.

Bill sits himself up, just continuing to wait for Richie to change so they can go down together. Richie finally pulls up some Spongebob pajama pants and a plain gray v-neck. He finally turns around and puts his hands out to help Bill into a standing position. “The brownies are gonna be really good, ya’think?” he asks with an excited grin, Richie’s sweet tooth has always been the largest, he can’t help but guzzle candy and sugary drinks.

“They will be, I would know, I licked the spoon,” Bill says with his own chuckle, clasping his fingers contently with Richie’s so they could walk downstairs together in their respective silly and childish pajamas.

It’s easy to see that nearly all seven of the losers let their childishness and immaturity bleed into their adulthood together. Bill’s psychologist doesn’t seem to understand him being the way he is as an adult, even nearly nonverbal around anyone but his partners. They’d been deeply traumatized, but time together helps heal the wounds of their pasts.

Richie and Bill finally find themselves in the living room, plopping on the couch to find the places they often claim, it’s always a race to the loveseats for these guys. They follow the three c’s in their relationships. Communication, care, and lots and lots of cuddling.

Ben comes in next with a silver bowl of popcorn, placing it on the coffee table. He spots Bill’s onesie apparel even under the snuggly blanket he and Richie had chosen, “You went straight for the nostalgia, huh?” he asks just as teasingly as Richie had been, all of them clearly remember the Pokemon series from their childhoods in vivid detail.

“Yup,” Bill hums, obviously quite proud of himself in his appearance despite the fact that he’s already overheating, but at least he is cozy. “I like remembering. At least the happy stuff,” he says, the second part coming out in a smaller and more shy voice. He doesn’t like remembering the difficult parts. Even though Pennywise has escaped his mindscape finally, Georgie still haunts his nightmares on occasion.

Ben settles himself on the very end of the loveseat, snuggling up to Bill’s side to leech off his warmth and keep close, hopefully in a comforting way. He’s been trying his best to be better at noticing when Bill is upset about something, he hopes to be better at comfort but he generally sees himself as mostly socially socially inept through adulthood, but the losers would never judge him. It’s just one of many millions of reasons he loves them.

Mike comes in next, the brownies they made as a group all stacked neatly onto a serving plate, making all of their mouths water as soon as they see them and the rich smell fills the room. “Gimme, gimme, gimme,” Richie begs with a pleading smile in Mikes direction.

Mike chuckles at his tone, setting the plate close to the loveseat (bursting already with three people on it) before going to sit on the other loveseat and already messing with the remotes to find his way to Netflix and look through the Halloween movies, only to remember Richie’s insistence on The Nightmare Before Christmas.

Bev trails in next, plopping herself happily in the lap of Mike, pulling the nearby blanket over the two of them with a satisfied sound of her own. “Same movie that we watch every year?” she asks, nibbling at a piece of popcorn, obviously content with the situation her statement is meant to reference. They watch the same movies every year. None of them are any too fond of change, and it’s just fine for all seven of them.

Eddie comes in draped around Stan’s shoulders sleepily, the two of them settling on the other couch with Mike as he looks around their circle to make sure all have settled. Bill is laying with his head in Richie’s lap, already probably drifting off to sleep, understandably so due to how he’d been up early working on stuff for his class the next day. Richie is happily knawing on his brownie, looking expectantly at Mike to start the movie. Stan cuddles up to Bev who is already snuggled into Mike’s lap. Eddie leans his head on Stan’s shoulder and breathes out in comfort. Bill only stirs slightly as the opening song plays, Eddie not at all.

It’s the same every year, and they would never dare have it any different. They can imagine themselves deep into their sixties all on the couch watching The Nightmare Before Christmas with brownies and popcorn, several cats probably settled at their feet.

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fire-fira · 8 years ago

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Tim Drake, Cassie Sandsmark, Eddie Bloomberg and Hunk Garrett for the character ask? o3o

Tim Drake

Sexuality Headcanon: Gaaaaayyyyy. This boy is SO gay. He may have tried having girlfriends, but it’ll never work out. Give him a boyfriend though, and he’s found his partner for life.

Gender Headcanon: Man. Not much to say beyond that.

A ship I have with said character: TimKon. TimKon for LIFE. Tim could be 180 and Kon would still be with him.

A BROTP I have with said character: It’s kind of between Tim and Bart (because of the ‘90s comics), Tim and Cassie, and Tim and Jaime. Actually may as well say Tim and his whole team, because the guy has a talent for getting really close to his friends to the point where his friendships are unbreakable.

A NOTP I have with said character: Tim/Cassie and Tim/Steph. Neither Cassie or Steph have ever really fit with him in my opinion, and it always felt kind of shoehorned.

A random headcanon: Tim is a giant gaming nerd and when he can get away with it he’ll play his video games on the computer in the cave because of the giant screen. Also, he’s a fan of the old manga series Banana Fish and was introduced to it by Jason (Jason has the full series and loaned it to him), and the two of them will gladly spend hours nerding out about the series or debating fine points of it and who they would consider for fancasts.

General Opinion over said character: lol I love this kid. He needs to sleep more and not work himself so hard, but he’s a good kid. Also, I think the League under his leadership when he gets old enough would end up REALLY tight-knit and would be even more of a force to be reckoned with.

Cassie Sandsmark

Sexuality Headcanon: Biiiiii. Said it once, I’ll say it again: she is WonderBi. She is one of the bi-est bis to have ever bi’d. The only way she could get more bi is if she had her costume redesigned to incorporate the bi flag.

Gender Headcanon: Woman. I haven’t put too much thought into it, so I usually see her as a cis woman, but I wouldn’t be bothered by seeing her as a trans or intersex woman either. Cassie would still be Cassie regardless.

A ship I have with said character: Whoo boy… This is a tough one, mainly because most of the time I haven’t seen character interactions between her and another character that feels like it’d just fit. That, and personality types of most of the others just don’t feel like they’d fit with her.

I guess if I was going to go with her being with anyone regardless of sense the possibilities would be Cassie/Raquel (ish, pretty sure Raquel would want someone more willing to step up to be a parent to her son though), Cassie/Zatanna (maybe), Cassie/M’gann (if in the YJ-verse M’gann matured some and made an active attempt to get past her abusive tendencies), Cassie/Raven (which could actually be pretty cute), or– and this one is really off-the-wall– Cassie/Simon. (For those of you who don’t know who Simon is, he showed up toward the end of the pre-N52 Superboy comics and the writers were starting to set him up to be Kon’s equivalent to Jimmy Olsen in Smallville.)

A BROTP I have with said character: Definitely Cassie and Raquel. I love the idea of the two of them bouncing off each other and getting into trouble.

A NOTP I have with said character: Cassie/Tim or Cassie/Kon. I just don’t like her with either of them. Every time I’ve seen either situation it has felt incredibly shoehorned, and she deserves an organically-formed relationship over being a plot device.

A random headcanon: 1) Whenever she says “I’ve got this” things are about to go wrong, either hilariously or disastrously. 2) One time when she said “I’ve got this” she was in the kitchen trying to help prepare for a party. It ended in the contents of the blender exploding to coat the ceiling, one cake catching fire so that it was a cake with a giant ball of flames on top, the faucet for the sink breaking off so there was water streaming through the air like a firehose, half-a-dozen raw eggs dropped and smashed on the floor, and a bag of flour exploding due to being pulled open with too much force so most of the kitchen had a coating of wet flour sludge by the end of it. 3) She was temporarily banned from baking for a month-and-a-half as a result.

General Opinion over said character: She’s a riot and deserves so much more attention and good writing. I used to be kind of ‘meh’ about her, but as time has gone by I’m really starting to warm up to her. I’m really hoping she gets some better treatment with Young Justice season 3.

Eddie Bloomberg

Sexuality Headcanon: Bi? Pan? He doesn’t really care, he likes what he likes and he’s not going to stress over it (though he will wreck anyone who tries to give him that ‘So you’re basically straight/gay’ BS).

Gender Headcanon: Before today I would have said ‘man’ hands-down, but after talking with @weirdnonsensefandomstuff I’m kind of leaning toward demi-boy. Part of it is that thanks to his shifting he technically falls outside all cis/trans/intersex categorization (because he could pretty much shift to have whatever he wants), and the other part is that weirdnonsense brought up the fact that it might lead him to question and investigate his gender (a point that makes a lot of sense to me). She put it pretty well when she said “90% guy, 10% unholy fires from hell,” and when it comes to Eddie that actually makes a ton of sense. So: demi-boy. (Though to make things easy he might just go with saying he’s just a guy most of the time.)

A ship I have with said character: DEVILFISH. I love Eddie being with La’gaan more than I can put into words.

A BROTP I have with said character: It’s between Eddie and Jaime (because Bugbutt and Sizzleshorts) and Eddie and Jason (because I can imagine all sorts shenanigans the two of them would get into, including blasting music from the Batmobile– no Bruce was not pleased when he found out).

A NOTP I have with said character: Eddie/Rose (I don’t like the way she tends to use people) and Eddie/M’gann (just no thank you).

A random headcanon: Eddie actually really likes how he looks with the red skin, horns, white hair, and tail. While he didn’t actually look bad before his shift, he’s convinced that he looked absolutely horrendous and secretly (or not so secretly) doesn’t want to go back to it. He’s also really glad to have the tail because he’s got a bad habit of getting into situations where he needs three hands and his tail helps immensely (and he’s not opposed to wearing jewelry on it if he’s going to do something like dancing for La’gaan, because the boy knows how to dance– yes, up to and including belly-dancing– and he’s not opposed to accentuating certain details while he’s at it).

General Opinion over said character: Like Jaime, he is the sweetest cinnamon roll to have ever cinnamon-rolled, he is my child, and I will defend him with everything I have. He doesn’t get anywhere near enough attention and deserves more love.

Hunk Garrett

Sexuality Headcanon: Tbh I have no idea. I just know that whoever he’d be with he’d be one of the sweetest boyfriends ever to them.

Gender Headcanon: Man. Haven’t delved too far beyond that, so he could be cis, he could be trans, idk.

A ship I have with said character: It might be pretty random, but Hunk/Rax. Hunk/Shay is pretty cute too.

A BROTP I have with said character: Hunk and Pidge all the way. I love the idea of the two of them hitting their stride and working in tandem on a problem, and being an absolute nightmare for others to go up against– particularly with their combined tech skills.

A NOTP I have with said character: Hunk/Pidge or Hunk/Shiro are the main ones I can think of. Hunk/Pidge because more often than not I see Pidge being written as a girl in those cases and I’m so set on NB Pidge that most of the time I cringe or avoid fics when I see girl Pidge. Hunk/Shiro because I am firmly of the opinion that Shiro should not be in a relationship with any of the other paladins because they’re too freaking young for him period.

A random headcanon: Hunk is Hawaiian, is fluent in the language, and nothing can incite a rant from him faster than someone acting like his culture is a gimmick for tourists. He’s a pretty laid-back guy, but after about the 5,000,000th time of having to see or hear about fake-y luaus or how his home is a ‘great vacation destination’, it pretty much destroyed his patience for that BS.

General Opinion over said character: He’s a great kid who deserves more love than he seems to be getting for the time being. He seems to be written off a lot as the one who’s ‘all about food’ just because he’s the big guy, nevermind the fact that he’s intelligent, resourceful as hell, and amazingly strong (in one episode the guy had his heavy-as-hell bayard in his hands while Coran was on his shoulders and he was still able to fire his bayard without it affecting his aim in the slightest). He just deserves better tbh.

Send me a character!

#Tim Drake #Cassie Sandsmark #Eddie Bloomberg #Hunk Garrett #DC comics #Young Justice #Voltron #TimKon #Devilfish #Hux #puddingmcmuffin

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tottblog · 8 years ago

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I didn’t abandon you or my Soul Food Tour of Japan. One of the greatest paradoxes of life is that death is part of life. Tomorrow is promised to none of us. My dad, Robert Flowers, passed away two weeks ago, but he left his family behind with more than funeral arrangements. He left us with memories, behaviors, and futures that we are still uncovering, and I invite you to unearth a couple of those with me

I’m back! I went to wish my father a final farewell. I don’t think these goodbyes are ever easy. It was made no easier by a 12 hour flight to the East Coast in the midst of all the stresses of travel (I’m still struggling to stay awake in light of the 14 hour time difference). I looked forward to returning to my family though, and the meals we’d share. One of the most fascinating things of travel today is that no matter how well I pack and prep for the flight, I find some sort of distraction, usually in the screen affixed to the headrest in front of me.

On the flight

Eddie Murphy as Mr. Church

I did do a bit of reading and writing, but I mostly listened to music and watched some movies. The most memorable was Mr. Church, starring Eddie Murphy as a personal chef. Considering current circumstances, it struck a chord. Mr. Church brought my dad back to life in his liveliness of spirit- is love of jazz, his joy of cooking and fearlessness (not to be confused with talent) on the dance floor as well as his less than pretty battles against temptation. The narrative tells the story of a cook who has been paid to work for a mother and child over the course of the doctors’ predicted six months the mother has left to live. He works with such joy, fueled by the jazz trickling from his radio. He relies on the recipe books stored on the shelves of his mind, between the memory and imagination sections; his only measuring tools are his hands and eyes. He becomes more than a cook. He becomes family. I take joy in the infectious passing of his legacy, the inspiration that he serves to Charlie, his young friend, to take up his rhythmic passion cooking, ensuring that his contribution isn’t in vain and that Mr. Church lives on.

Dad

As much as I can admire Mr. Church, and as much as he reminds me of my father, he was not my Dad. Dad wasn’t perfect (none of us are) but he was my dad. While I didn’t love his faults and struggles, I loved the man in spite of them.Dad was a person with a heart bigger than his ability to achieve that which it beat for. He was known mostly as “Rob the Barber”. It’s because of him that until recently, I could count on my hands the number of haircuts I’ve paid for. He was a hard working man, a man devoted to his customers with service that expressed his care and commitment to his craft. He lived to make others happy, strong enough to stretch a smile across anyone’s face. While he didn’t always know just what to say, he always had something to say.

I imagine the biggest smile I ever owed him arrived with a short-stack. I like to remember him for his ability to foster community around the table. One such occasion was the “Brooklyn Blackout” of 2003. Our kitchen was the only one on the Brooklyn block cranking out breakfast, and if you could smell the butter melting from 91st St., you were invited. The iconic menu was pan-sized pancakes- thick and fluffy, with its crispy, buttery brown edges that offer a lovely sweet and salty interplay with the syrup. At times, he would mix bananas into the batter (Not all my siblings were fans). Once there was room on the rim of the plate, you might consider scrambled eggs and brown’n’serve sausages. A messy pot of hot chocolate, Ovaltine, or milk tea sat on the stove- a pot as big as he could find with crispy teabag tags overhanging its sides and cans of sweetened condensed milk on its insides. On the counter beside it was the crusting mug he was using to serve it. It was Dad who brewed my first cup of coffee, right out of the measuring cup, with more milk and sugar than coffee.

Fry jacks, just need a couple of minutes on the other side.

Sometimes, when he really felt like it, he’d make fry jacks, the Belizean expression of fry bread, bakes, fried dimpling, or Johnny cakes- served with sliced cheese and or butter. On less elaborate mornings, it was a pack of Pilsbury Grands biscuits; Apply pressure at the seam and… P O P ! Mom liked’em with butter and syrup. His other go-to dishes were his turkey burgers, mixed in a blender heavy with mayo , cheese, iceberg lettuce and his barbecue chicken- fall off the bone, sometimes fall apart- eww– slow cooked with carrots, potatoes, onions.

(Then you had his late night snacks. You had his bed, feet up. to his right- his dresser…his cake, his apple pie, his shake and in front of him, the movie. He always fell asleep before the movie was finished and sometimes before the pie was gone. That was our chance to eat’em.)

These meals weren’t perfect but they carried the aroma, and emotion of Dad. These were his Sunday meals, holiday meals, or just “Dad’s home” meals. It’s been a while since he’s prepared any such meal, and it will be a while. I’ve known joy, and I’ve known sorrow. But until now, I didn’t know you could feel them at the same time. At dad’s funeral, it brought me joy to see the numbers impacted by my father’s life, many knowing him to be the same person: caring, kind, and loving; a barber, a family man, and a lover of movies and jazz, of pancakes, iced cakes, fried pies, ice creams and milkshakes- qualities for which he will always be missed.

In his loving memory,

and in the presence of many of his family, I determined to prepare a tribute breakfast. My attempt wasn’t exactly to replicate his breakfast but to joyfully remember and maybe relive times spent with him. I awoke the morning following his memorial service still in disbelief. What I was convinced of was hunger. I joined my niece at the table for a quick bowl of Cheerios before tackling breakfast. Down to the last of the o’s, I hopped to my feet and gathered my ingredients, bowls, and pans and queued up Kool and the Gang’s “Summer Madness”.

Flour 6 C

Baking powder 2 1/2 T

Salt 1 T

Sugar 3/4 C

Eggs 6(Separated)

Milk 4 1/2 C

Vanilla 1 T

Butter 1 C (Melted)

Flour was sifted and combined with the other dry ingredients. Egg whites beaten in a mixer till white and fluffy (soft peaks; if you beat them too long, you’ll have trouble incorporating it into the batter. But the air whites help create airy, fluffy cakes). And the yolks were beaten and mixed with the other wet ingredients. I grabbed my pans and introduced them to the flames. I mixed the dry ingredients into the wet ingredients, folding in the whites last. I threw a nub of butter in each of the pans. Sizzle! Then ladled on the batter. Through the batches, I wrestled with the flame trying to find the right temperature.

Never before, at least not in my latter days, had I been concerned with living up to Dad’s standard. I tried not to, but I longed to see something of him this day. We used to call dibs on his pancakes, because they would go straight from his pans to his pans to our plates leaving the others of us as onlookers awaiting the next batch. I had the oven on low, though, and was piling them in so we could sit to eat together. Just one more thing: bananas foster in memory of his banana pancakes (we’ll work on that one together some other time.)

The spread was set now. There were pancakes, bananas foster, scrambled eggs, sausage links, fry jacks (thanks to my aunt, Donaldine, also a chef), and a selection of hot drinks.

I looked over my multi-toned pancakes and Aunt D’s beautifully golden jacks- light, crisp, soft inside (I venture to say better than Dad’s). I listened to the playful jeers at my two-toned sausages. I reminded those at the table, “Dad was a lot of things, and perfect wasn’t one of them. Shut up and eat! Enjoy what ya can!”

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Left Behind: Pancake Breakfast I didn't abandon you or my Soul Food Tour of Japan. One of the greatest paradoxes of life is that death is part of life.

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