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something-about-sunflowers · 1 year ago

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Alright, *cracks knuckles, back, pussy, crack, etc* more trailer to break down.

Mirror image of the shot in the teaser? Was it flipped for a reason or are we getting more than one scene like this? What boat are they on? It's not the dinghy, not the revenge (I don't THINK?), and they're not dressed the way they are with the Chinese pirates. (Red scarf presence noted.)

Speaking of: Is this 'Susan' he's talking to? This has to be early on, he's not got his cunty little earring yet. (Just trying to nail SOME of the timeline down, you understand.)

Scarf. Feeling more and more sure it's Ed's silk.

Oluwande 💚. The way this dialogue is cut seems like they're skipping something, the way Olu says 'you dumped him' doesn't flow with the conversation the way it would if it was a immediate response to Stede's 'no, why would he do that?'

Presented without comment.

They're eating the wedding cake. :)

This is presumably happening while Ed is throwing knives at Izzy's head. :(

Anyway. This looks like they're definitely trying to get Blackbeard to stop -

- doing this so they can get through the storm or tell him something's gone wrong. Maybe Izzy's foot/leg gets real bad during the storm? Could be a lot of things.

Initially I thought this might be a precursor to him menacing Frenchie in the one shot in the EW article, but that's in the galley not Stede's cabin and this is a bucket full of bottles (alcohol) and with Frenchie it's a box with bottles (containers, possibly food but I think it looks more likely to be medicine)

(for reference)

I think this is in the auxiliary wardrobe, bride figure in the top right.

Izzy looks MISERABLE here. Whether it's the idea of him knowing EXACTLY why they're at a wedding or because he's in a hell of a lot of pain (foot still present and infected and all that) or some unfortunate combination of both (likely both), I want to wrap him up in a blanket burrito and give him forehead kissies. Also, wider shot here lets me update who's where on the topdown, so:

Jim

Izzy

Frenchie

Fang

Archie

Unnamed bald one with the studded bracers behind Izzy in the previous shot

Ed. Ed you are like. Consistently seen smoking from a pipe. You can't handle a blunt? Or is the weed too dank? Also, pretty sure this is him and Anne and/or the person she's with in the shots a bit after this.

This is why I thought it might have been the shot from the EW article but again, different container with different miscellanea and different room. He. Does seem to be. Interacting with Frenchie a lot though. And. This instance seems very specifically similar to. To him interacting with. A certain someone else. In season 1. . . I'm not saying Izzy's out with a case of Leg Gone and Ed's leaning on Frenchie in the aftermath. . . but.

I feel this so hard. We've all been there Ed. Anyway I'm pretty sure this is the same place he's smoking with mysterious, mostly offscreen, light skin-toned hand person who may or may not be Anne and/or her friend. (No scarf.)

Genuinely I feel like the nose staying on his face would look more believable without the ribbon. Lucius didn't need a ribbon for his finger. Maybe if it was horizontal as opposed to diagonal? It looks LOOSE and that makes it seem like it's not secure enough to be staying on his face like it is.

Deserved (the punch). My baby's leg tho. :'(c It's not even the right height for him. Look how he's gotta bend his other leg just standing.

Olu fighting someone???

Bracer looks like guy number 6 from the wedding raid but this doesn't look like it's on a ship. This guy also seems to have a beard or something that the other guy didn't so idk.

Cracked the code here thanks to @tizzyizzy pointing out something in my server. I was right about this not being during the storm. I was wrong about it being a possibly mutiny. I'm gonna jump a bit ahead in the trailer in a sec to explain but: Ed's got a rock tied around his waist here. You can see the rock at the bottom of the screen.

You can see the line go taut and pull him down.

You can see the rock continue to pull him down. (The rock is right at the bottom of the screen.)

Jumping ahead in the trailer and. Well. Rock with some rope tied around it. (Once again, thank you Tizzy 🙏 you eagle eyed hero) The lighting certainly matches better than the storm did. The question is: Is Hornighost trying to talk him into it or out of it? (And. Yknow. Is he a ghost at all, even?)

Back to where we jumped from. Are these guys wearing the same clothes as the guy Stede 'did a punch' to? Looks like it. *Black Pete voice* What IS this fucking timeline!

Love that Izzy is the only one who doesn't duck away. Also 👀 Lucius spotted. Is he holding hands with Jim? He certainly seems comfortable positioned right between the two little killers doesn't he? ;3c

'Oh no my boat :'(c' Is anyone still on board or did they take a dinghy and get outta there after the storm?

This.

(New promo pic.) This.

(Skipping ahead in the trailer.) And this, are all the same version of Stede. The outfit (weird little arm flappies, red sash) and location are the same. This is absolutely a dream sequence. Stede is dreaming about being the kind of pirate he wishes he was. I'd also venture as to guess this is the extent of his 'revenge on Izzy' that Some Of You are all so clamoring for.

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versary · 2 years ago

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how did you get started with weightlifting/cross fit? I’ve never been an athletic person, and I had an ED that I would say I’m physically recovered from completely and so so mentally lol but it seems sooo intimidating. I started running casually (like my goal is a 5k) and I do YouTube videos but with very very light weights like 5lbs. how do you get to where you are? it’s so inspiring!

hello friend!! i think you're doing a great job and i think that whatever movement you're doing now is fantastic! i do also always love hearing from people who want to get super strong haha

i truly just went to a trial class at the crossfit gym and told the coach i'd never ever stepped foot in a gym in my life, and they were so helpful and kind and showed me how to do everything. i started from the VERY bottom - i also was still pretty deep in an ED and was incredibly iron deficient. i had no stamina and no strength, and i had to scale literally everything back! i also truly didn't think that i was 'athletic' - in high school i didn't like any of the sports on offer because my eyesight is so bad i can't really play ball sports. i'm a good swimmer and i danced all through high school up until last year, but it turned out that i'm actually naturally really strong and powerful; i just had to find the sport that was right for me! plus you're looking at (nearly) 10 years of consistent training, too, so i won't tell you it's possible in like 8 weeks haha

as for getting started - if you think you have a pretty good grasp of movements and you don't mind going to a gym and training by yourself, then megsquats on instagram has a really good program called 'before the barbell' that is a really helpful guide to progress from bodyweight to dumbbells to barbells. i use her strength program 'stronger by the day' and it's a very good program to get strong and build muscle mass - i've been using it since 2019. i have other recs too, if you would like more options.

if you think that you'd like to try crossfit and that group class vibe, then i reckon reach out to a gym close by and just chat to them! in my experience (as an athlete but also as a crossfit coach haha), the majority of crossfit coaches are very kind and patient and understand that it's pretty overwhelming at first. they'll take you through some on boarding stuff and will make sure that you're moving well and safely, as well as feeling comfortable. i started with crossfit because i knew that i needed a coach around to make sure i was doing the right thing, plus it meant that i didn't have to worry about finding a program or anything; i just rocked up and they told me what the workout was and how i was going to scale it, and i just had to do it haha (plus you get the benefits of like a readymade group of friends)

super longwinded answer but i'm really passionate about this hehe. if you have any more questions or want to chat or anything, please reach out! i'm a very qualified strength and conditioning coach so if you want a non-scary person to talk to before starting anything, please feel free to get in touch! 🩷

#crossfit #lifting #yeah babey get strong

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chuplayswithfire · 1 year ago

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Thank you for sharing your perspective on this! I don't think this is quite the attitude that I've been seeing - the attitude I've been seeing is more a sense of unease and feeling like it's gone too far that sexual violence has been addressed and proposed at all within OFMD, as though the concept were too dark in and of itself. It's definitely possible that those people were thinking akin to you and not able to verbalize it however; I don't know their lives.

Personally, however, I have always found that sentiment - the sentiment that mentioning or hinting at sexual violence would be going too far, would be too dark, would be too anything, as both frustrating and just fascinating, because even prior to this season, I would occasionally see mention of how obviously our Ed is not a rapist, like historical Blackbeard, because that would be too much, but Stede Bonnet of our show is still a slave owner, just like historical Stede Bonnet, because, that's just being accurate, and that's just how it is. As though one source of trauma - sexual violence - is simply much, much worse than the other - racism and the horrors of the slave trade - and we should all simply understand that; that attitude is why I made my original post, because the comments I've seen reminded me of that.

Now! With that said - I really do appreciate hearing your perspective, because it's very different from my own read on the scenes addressing Lucius' trauma. To me, the situations that Lucius is describing are visceral and horrible experiences, that have clearly been eating him up inside as he tries to deny and repress them, and the humor isn't that these things happened to him, but that Stede offered to be a listening ear, and then quickly found himself totally overwhelmed and unable to cope. Comedy is of course, up to interpretation and personal, but to me the reason the scene is funny is because Stede approaches with his usual earnestness and frankly unearned but wildly endearing confidence, and says that he's not afraid, and Lucius can hit him with it - but then he is obviously, immediately, and totally in over his head and unprepared and has to back off, but Lucius is still in what can only be called trauma dump mode, because as he warned Stede, he didn't know what would come out once he started talking about it.

To me, this wasn't asking us to laugh at Lucius, but it was asking us to laugh a fair bit at Stede, and I think it makes sense - Stede is Mr. Talk It Through As A Crew, but he's also kind of infamously bad at that, and has had to spend the whole series slowly working his way to being able to do it. Even in episode 1, after all his revelations, even in letters he doesn't think Ed is receiving, he's still covering things up and projecting a positive spin on things without being emotionally honest until he hits a rock bottom. I've been where Lucius was - and I've been where Stede was - and so, speaking of my own interpretation of the scene and it's following scene where Lucius talks about talking about things with Pete, the comedy was a bit of dark comedy about yep got in over your head buddy didn't you, didn't believe it when I said it was gonna be fucked up huh?

But it's fair if that didn't land with someone. I can see why, someone else in that position, might find it too close to home to see any humor in it at all. I think that with Pete, the message wasn't that you can only give someone a sanitized version of your trauma, but a reminder that dumping your trauma on someone can be pretty traumatic in and of itself, and the process of sharing trauma isn't just about dropping all the worst things that have happened to you on someone and expecting them to be totally calm and okay, but the process of talking with someone working through your feelings and letting them work through theirs. Lucius went through some really dark shit, and Pete didn't say, don't tell me the rest, apparently - he just needed a break from some of it, to get eased in, and be able to help and not just be overwhelmed with horror.

I do think they're going to continue with Lucius' trauma and his healing - but I agree, if this is where they end the plotline, it would be pretty fucked. I don't think it's worse than where they left any of the racism jokes or plotlines - those often ended with the attacking party being physically punished, but without any emotional consolation or recovery for the attacked party being shown.

I didn't think the show was asking us to be Nigel, or to laugh at Lucius - I felt it was asking us to laugh at Stede, and in some ways, to laugh at the dark humor of being asked about your trauma, only to have the person asking obviously and instantly regret it.

ngl i have always found it fascinating where people draw the line with violence. i've seen multiple people now object to the implied sexual violence of the 'human puppet' game Lucius talks about, because sexual violence is somehow uniquely dark and taboo... but the show has always dealt in comedy related to violence, even violence targeted at specific groups - antiblack slurs, references to the genocide of indigenous communities, and the presence of racism in general, and often mixed in with the comedy. those topics are just as serious as sexual violence, and just as dark. why wouldn't the show be willing to delve into the one, if they're willing to go to the others?

#ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #fandom fuckery #ofmd meta #i think this analysis discussion qualifies for both meta and for fandom discussion so i'll use both tags

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wordanoid · 2 years ago

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Pretty Girl | (Fem!Eddie/Fem!Steve)

Contains: genderbending, praise kink, slight dom/sub undertones (dom!eddie), jewelry kink? (steve likes eddie rings), choking to the most minor degree, aftercare -let me know what I missed!

Summary: “This is cute.” Eddie says with an impish grin up at Steve. She’s paused her advance to hover over Steves hips and toy with the little black bow at the waistband of her blue and black laced underwear. Steve shoves at her shoulder with a scoff and mutters a “Shut your mouth, Munson.”

“What,” it’s annoyingly -endearingly- drawn out, “I’m serious sweetheart, it is cute as fuck.” And as if to punctuate the statement she leans down to press a kiss to the little thing before taking it between her teeth and tugging it up, the waistband coming with it and then letting it snap back against Steve’s hips.

Word count: 4.2k

Notes: Genderbending isn’t really usually my thing but I had this very specific scenario snippet in my head and also I’m fixated on Stranger Things rn. I have brain rot so fuck me here we are. I didn’t change their names tho cause idk feels weird so… cope ig? /JK lol

•┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈•

They’re at Steve’s house, tangled up with each other in her bedsheets and watching some weird horror movie that Eddie had picked up from Family Video earlier that day when Steve was on shift.

It was a slow burner kind of movie and Steve was starting to get bored from sitting so long- and if she’s being honest, the movie kinda sucks. Her leg had started rocking back and forth like 20 minutes in, but now her hands are getting antsy too, unconsciously playing with the rings on Eddie’s hand that’s clasped in her own. She twists and slides them around, and taps them to make them clink dully against her bitten off nails.

She loves these rings. She tells Eddie all the time how pretty her hands look all decorated up, but she’ll probably never directly admit just how much she loves them.

And they make great little fidget toys, so yet another plus to add.

Preoccupied with slipping the ring on Eddie’s pinkie off and on, Steve doesn’t even notice when she looks down to watch her with a dimpled grin. That is until she wiggles her fingers and teases, “Having fun there Harrington?”

Steve jumps a little and looks over to Eddie, her face tingling with the beginnings of a blush, “Oh, sorry Ed’s, didn’t mean to bother you or anything.”

“You’re not bothering, love, just thought it was cute.” She says, pulling Steve’s now stilled hand up to press a kiss to it. “Are you getting bored? I didn't think the movie was that bad.”

“Oh no! I mean it's not great but I’m okay. Just happy to be here.” She says, squeezing Eddie’s hand and smiling at her.

“Jesus, I could eat you Harrington. You’re disturbingly sweet sometimes.” Eddie rumbles, leaning to kiss all over and around Steve’s nose.

Steve scrunches up her nose and tilts her head back, “Ed’s,” she drags out the S, “I thought I was badass? What happened?”

“Oh you can be both darling, you are definitely both.” Eddie’s kissing at her jaw, “Sorry I picked a bad movie,” and as an afterthought, “and also for interrupting your ring obsessing.”

“It is not obsessing! I just think they’re pretty and also fun to play with.”

“Mhm,” she grips Steve’s jaw to bring her face back down, said rings digging softly into Steve’s skin and making her lips pucker slightly, “well, you’re pretty and fun to play with too, what a great pair.”

Steve is effectively bright red, fumbling and mumbling as she tries to form words.

Eddie kisses her. Slow and sultry, sucking pecks at her lips, and Steve is immediately responsive and pliant, lips parting to breathe Eddie in, taking everything she gives as it comes. Eddie nibbles on her bottom lip as she slides her hand down her jaw to rest at the base of her neck, applying only enough pressure to make the presence known. It makes Steve lightheaded either way.

Pulling away she says, “Look at that, my rings look even better here. Like a pretty little necklace for my pretty girl.” Her eyes are half lidded and hungry as she looks down while squeezing a little firmer, smirking as she meets Steve’s eyes again when she hears her punched out and breathless whimper. She’s very pleased at how gone looking the brunette is staring back at her in shocked arousal, her jaw hanging slightly open to pant out little puffs of air and her pupils blown wide.

Steve swallows thickly, glancing over to the still playing movie and breathily stating, “Well, this is certainly much better.” Giggling cheekily, she leans up to kiss Eddie this time, tilting her head just right to allow Eddie in and groaning when their tongues meet.

Eddie shifts up to kneel over Steve while she sucks on her tongue, hand from her throat now resting beside her head and the other already snaking under Steve’s sweater to pet down her side. Steve’s hands are wrapped around her neck and buried in her hair, tugging at her as if she can pull their mouths closer somehow.

“Eager are we, babydoll?” Eddie whispers breathily against her lips, her eyes squinting from the coy smile plastered on her face.

Dragging her nails over Eddie’s scalp in warning, Steve grumbles under her, “I could always change my mind.”

“Oh no-no-no princess, trust me” Eddie’s quick to backtrack, licking over Steve’s lips and sinking her teeth into her bottom one, gripping her hips to tug them up firmly against her own, “I’m eager too.”

Steve shivers, immediately letting go of any pretend defiance as she wraps her legs around Eddies waist and merely whispers “You’re such a dork Ed’s” against the elders lips before letting her mouth fall compliant and inviting to Eddie's insistent tongue.

It’s filthy, Eddie’s tongue darting between her lips and soothing over her lips every time she nips at them, and Steve is so happy to let her have her way and do as she pleases, letting out frequent little gasps and pleased hums.

Eddie’s hands have returned to fumbling under Steves sweater, scratching her nails gently down her back and sides and gripping firmly to drag Steve’s hips to press against her own. Eventually, she shoves the soft fabric up to Steve’s throat when she deems it in the way of her hands path up, up, up, to their destination of Steve’s breasts, flesh soft and barrierless from her lack of a bra in her pajama attire.

Eddie’s eyes are dark and focused when she pulls back and teases with slow featherlight touches on Steve’s chest, barely dragging her fingertips over sensitive skin, teasing around and over her quickly pebbling nipples. Steve arches up to meet her every touch and she’s looking up at Eddie with big, brown doe eyes swimming with want, begging for a firmer touch. And a firmer touch does finally come- in the form of Eddie leaning down to sink her teeth into the fat of the top of Steve’s left tit as her other hand cups around the right to roll her nipple harshly between her thumb and pointer.

Steve moans wantonly, her legs tighting their hold around Eddies hips. Her fingers dig into Eddie’s shoulders, pulling closer as Eddie begins to lap and suck soothingly at the indents in her chest, before deciding to drag her mouth down to nibble and lick over her nipple while her fingers work at twisting and tugging roughly on her other one.

She stays like that for a while, pawing at Steve’s chest, switching between mouth and hand on each breast. She’s enjoying her squirming and desperate gasps for more way too much, but eventually she starts to tug at the shorts resting at Steve’s hips.

“This starting to feel a little unfair,” Steve says when Eddie’s leans up to finish pulling her shorts off, flushing and motioning to their varying states of undress. She points to Eddie’s dark colored sweatpants, “you too.”

“Okay, but only if you finish losing the sweater sweetheart.”

“But you still have on-“ Eddie lifts a brow at her before she can finish flubbing out the words sports bra, sitting up to help her with her sweater, “fine.”

Eddie makes well on her word and kicks off her pants, grinning down cockily at Steve drinking in the minuscule reveal of flesh like a drowned woman, before kneeling back between Steve’s legs. She gives her lips a chaste kiss before returning to her task of marking up Steve’s abdomen, a pattern of grazing nips of the teeth and soothing kisses trailing their way down slowly but surely.

“This is cute.” Eddie says with an impish grin up at Steve. Her advances have paused as she now hovers over Steves hips, toying with the little black bow at the waistband of her blue with black lace underwear.

Steve shoves at her shoulder and drops her head to the side, hiding her gaze and demurely muttering a “Shut your mouth, Munson.”

“What,” it’s annoyingly -endearingly- drawn out, “I’m serious sweetheart, it is cute as fuck.” And to punctuate the statement she leans down to press a kiss to the little thing before taking it between her teeth and tugging it up, the waistband coming with it, and then letting it snap back against Steve’s hips. Then shes coming back up, and trailing butterfly kisses and the occasional nibble of her teeth all the way back up until she reaches her mouth to devour her yet again.

It’s messier, Eddie now focused on playing with the laced edges of Steve’s panties, and Steve herself thoroughly distracted by the soft touches of Eddie’s fingers pulling and pushing at sheer lace.

Steve pulls away to shudder out, “Eddie.” An attempt to voice her want, her need, but it gets no response, Eddie just moves to mouth at her jaw and grips a handful of her ass under the thin fabric. “Eddie, I swear to god if you don’t-“ she’s cut off by Eddie using her grip on her ass to manhandle her into a harsh grind of their hips.

“Patients, Stevie. Be patient.” She says it in a light tone, but its most definitely a demand so Steve shuts her mouth and lets Eddie do her thing.

Her thing is apparently shuffling back down the bed again to hold herself up on one elbow, the hand attached gripping at her hip, and use the other hand to pull a thigh up and lean in to start sinking her teeth into the skin there, licking over the pink blotches that bleed to the surface of her skin. She trails so close to where Steve really really needs her, can feel her tongue at the edges of her lace and her breath ghosting over her where her panties are soaked and plastered over her core.

She makes the mistake of trying to shift her hips to grind against Eddie’s wandering toungue.

With a click of her tongue and a swift movement to kneel up and away Eddie grips her hips and holds her down hard against the mattress, fingers almost digging hard enough to bruise.

“Ah ah ah Stevie-love, I told you to wait.” Her eyes are bright with fake disappointment, but she can’t hide how smug she is, especially not when her dimples pop as her lips curve into a smirk. Steve wants to bite her teeth into her bottom lip and wipe that look of her dumb face. In a sing-song croon, “Now we have to start over.”

And start over she does, beginning a fresh trail of kisses at Steve’s sternum. Admittedly, she makes much quicker progress this time and soon she’s pulling up Steve’s other thigh and leaning back down to make it match the other.

Steve fights so hard this time to keep still, especially when Eddie’s finally made it back down to the edges of her underwear. Her lip is clutched tightly between her teeth and her eyes are scrunched closed to focus solely on not moving for Eddie- she might even be forgetting how to breathe right with how focused she is on not shifting her hips. All she knows is that she needs to do what Eddie says, she needs to stay still. She needs to be good.

Eddie chuckles, the puff of air shocking Steve and making her jump. “You’re doing so good, baby, thank you.” She mixes the praise with a feather-light run of her ringed knuckles over the concealed seam of her lips, such an easy target with Steve’s underwear completely plastered to every crevice. Steve full on gasps and her legs involuntarily twitch to close, to try and hold and deepen the pressure, but Eddie’s hands are quicker to force them to stay open. Eddie’s chuckling again, it’s mocking. It makes Steve blush and squirm.

Switching to dragging her thumb- still also ringed holy fuck- ever so gently across where Steves clit would be through fabric and the flesh of her lips. Eddies back to mouthing at the top laced edge of Steve’s panties, teeth pulling at the lace and bow.

These underwear were going to be ruined for Steve forever, she’ll only be able to think of Eddie tonguing at the bow.

Eddie leans up when Steve starts whimpering in frustration, her eyes watery with it and her hips shifting to their own accord- well not completely their own but so what if Steve’s playing it up a little. “P-please Eds,” shes got a grip on the wrist of the hand at her crotch now, “N-Need something… need more. Hurts Eds. Aches”

“Aw baby, you need it that bad? My sweet, poor little thing.” It’s said in a completely mocking tone with a faux frown to match, but Steve knows that it’s all for show, she’s already got the palm of her hand on Steve’s lower stomach, slowly but surely slinking lower to slip under her underwear. “I’ll give you what you need Stevie-love, don’t worry.” She whispers in Steve’s ear when the tips of her fingers begin to just barely graze dark, course hairs.

Eddie flips her hand and slips her fingers over to hook into the side of her panties at her hip, slowly unsticking them from her and beginning to drag them down her thighs. They’re nearly off but get stuck on one foot and Steve giggles as she kicks them away somewhere in the room.

“Gotta take these off too,” Eddie says wiggling her ringed fingers in the air, “I know how much you like them, but it's not very sanitary, sorry love.” And she makes a show of it, slowly pulling each ring off one by one and leaving them to find home on the nearby nightstand.

When she’s done, Eddie returns to rest her head on Steve’s thigh as her fingers return to her cunt. She groans at the sight of glistening strands of thick hair, running her thumb over Stves folds again without the barrier of cloth, “Fuck you’re soaked princess.” Eddie growls into her thigh as she prys Steve’s lips open with her thumb. Her gaze is so heavy on Steve’s skin, and so full of hunger when she looks up to meet her eyes again, Steve feels like prey trembling under her, waiting for her to strike and eat her whole. It’s not a long wait before she does.

Eddie secures one thigh on her shoulder and pushes the other up against Steve’s stomach to spread her open. She finds Steve’s hand and presses it to the back of her thigh with a command for her to hold it up, and then leans down to run a flattened tongue through her drenched folds. She’s overwhelmed with the deep and musky scent and flavor, her brain short circuiting a moment and all she can think is Steve, Steve, Steve… It’s only made worse when she processes Steve’s cute little gasp, but she clicks back in when Steve’s back begins to arch up and she reaches up to hold her down.

With her free hand Eddie holds Steve’s folds the rest of the way open while she gets to work, dragging her tongue across core and clit, her lips, chin and cheeks getting absolutely drenched in the process. She knows it’s no where near enough to work Steve up to anything more then further frustration, but if anything Eddie would love that- a crying and begging Steve is always the most marvelous of sights. But she really has been so good for Eddie so she’ll treat her tonight.

She switches the majority of her focus to Steve’s clit, passing her tongue in heavy, languid circles and occasionally dipping back down to tease at her entrance before focusing again. When Eddie suddenly presses a sucking kiss to her clit she is so glad and yet so disappointed for the hand holding Steve down, preventing a hard buck into her face and providing the feeling of Steve’s stomach jumping under her palm. “Fuck,” Steve whimpers out, “do- do that again please.” So Eddie does, switching between sucking and lapping at the swollen nerves.

Eddie waits till Steve is a shuddering and twitching mess before bringing her fingers back into the mix. She nudges two digits against Steve’s entrance, teasing around a moment before sliding the two long fingers inside and smirking a little when Steve moans at the sudden stretch.

She looks up to make eye contact with Steve on the first slow and firm drag of her fingers against her upper walls, disappointed when she can’t find her eyes with her head tossed back like it is. The knuckles of her free hand between her teeth is a disappointing discovery as well, with the way it’s muffling her noises.

“So that’s why you’ve been so quiet,” Eddie says, barely pulling her mouth away to talk, “hand.” She demands, flipping the hand on Steve’s stomach over. When she’s got a grasp on the other girls hand she brings it to her hair, making Steve’s fingers lace through it. She’s firm, but not unkind when she commands, “Leave it there, you know I like hearing you baby. And look at me too, I wanna see your beautiful face.”

“Okay,” Steve’s hand finds actual purchase in her hair, “‘m sorry.”

“That’s okay babydoll, nothing to be sorry for.” She presses a sweet kiss to Steve’s clit, then pauses again to wink up at her and poke her tongue out goofily, “and pull as much as you’d like, you know I like it.”

Then she’s back to it, abusing puffy nerves with her tongue and working her fingers at a steady, unyielding pace against Steve’s walls.

There’s a flood of curses and whimpers from Steve now, and a mantra of Eddie’s name or branching nicknames pouring from her lips. Eddie’s stilling hold on her hips is so deliciously frustrating as her hips twitch to move, to try to grind into her face, grind into the sensations, but she can’t and is forced to just take what she’s given.

When Steve’s thighs start to quake and press in around Eddie’s head, and the hand in her hair fists tight and her moans grow breathy, Eddie doubles down on her efforts against her clit and curling her fingertips against the spongy nerves inside Steve. She keeps the motions going steady when Steve’s walls begin to clench around her fingers and she shivers through her orgasm, pulling hard on her hair and crying out “Fuck Ed’s!” as her cunt seeps fluid over Eddie’s face and hand.

Eddie drags her through a lengthy orgasm, not letting up until Steve’s tugging at her hair and pleading. Eddie’s an obscenely gorgeous sight when she sits up, her face shining and a victorious, toothy grin on her face- it makes Steve’s heart clench with unconditional love, as well as her cunt in half-hearted arousal, still too soon for her to actually be ready to go again. She tiredly smiles back at her lover, reaching out to cup her face when she starts leaning back up to her, pulling her in for a slow kiss, humming as she tastes herself on Eddie’s lips.

“Good?” Eddie breaks away to ask in a breath, leaning their foreheads together.

“Mmmm very.” Steve smiles up at her, brushing their noses together. “Your turn?” Steve always asks before reciprocating when they have moments like this, knowing that sometimes Eddie just wants to pull her apart and take care of her and leave it at that.

“Only if you want to princess, I’m fine either way.” She’s smiling and pressing kisses to the corner of Steve’s lips.

“Of course I do.” Steve grins at her excitedly, quickly making a move to flip them and start shimmying down when Eddie stops her.

“We could sit up, but I want you to stay up here with me.”

“Okay.” Steve says, gently smooching Eddie’s nose before wiggling to rest her back against the headboard and pulling Eddie into her lap, resting their foreheads together again.

Their kisses this time are a lot less hungry and messy, more languid and slow now, but still full of fire that continues to go straight to Eddie’s cunt. Before now she had been ignoring the dampness spreading in the thin fabric of the black boy-short cut underwear she was wearing.

Steve’s hands stroke over Eddie’s sides and stomach, tracing the tattoos littered around with fluttery fingers. She breaks their kiss to gaze down at her trailing fingers, finding purchase and tugging at the bottom of Eddie’s sports bra, looking up at her and waiting for approval which comes in Eddie just lifting her arms up and smiling challengingly at Steve, clearly giving the go ahead.

After slipping the fabric off Steve bends to press a kiss to the center of Eddie’s chest, hands slipping up her sides to cup both breasts in her hands. Steve loves everything about Eddie, but when it comes to boobs, especially Eddie’s perfect, little perky tits -pierced, too- Steve is no better than a pubescent teenage boy with a dirty magazine.

She thumbs over pierced nipples, kissing her way to one side and flicking her tongue over one, pulling slightly at the metal jewelry with her teeth and fingers to make Eddie groan. But, she knows she can’t spend too long here, Eddie’s already been waiting for so long and made it clear she wants Steve to be in kissing reach, so Steve gives one last tug with her teeth before leaving it up to her hands as she returns to her lovers mouth.

Continuing to grope her chest with one hand Steve’s other hand begins the decent down Eddie’s abdomen, pausing to let Eddie readjust her knees to be able to kneel higher before -in a mimic of Eddie earlier- Steve snaps the waistband of her black underwear and says against her lips, “These are cute.” Eddie bites the tip of her nose in retaliation, making Steve giggle sweetly.

She rests their foreheads together and makes sure to keep eye contact with Eddie when she scoops her hand under the sticky fabric and starts to trace over her. She covers the outside of Eddie’s cunt entirely with her palm before digging in and dragging her finger up though her folds, catching briefly on her rim and clit. Eddie’s intakes a sharp breath, hips immediately jerking.

Now, Steve knows Eddie is too sensitive to take direct and focused stimulation to her clit so Steve works around it, circling just at the edge of it or using her fingers to cover and gently stimulate the whole area. It’s in one of these whole coverage moves that Steve drops her hand to dip her middle finger inside Eddie, and then quickly slips a second in with the first when Eddie gasps against her cheek.

Steve starts slowly, not dragging her fingers out of Eddie almost at all and instead firmly rocking her hand back and forth, using her palm to continue to gently stimulate her clit and keeping her fingers pressed firmly against the nerves right above her enterance, her underwear now holding taut around her hand.

Eddie huffs punched out breaths and moans against Steve’s neck, hands on her shoulders, and grinds her hips down into Steve’s hand to make the motions deeper and harder. She grips Steve’s jaw and drags her into another kiss, her moans getting tangled in teeth and tongue.

Steve works her hand faster, Eddie speeding up her grind to match pace and they have to pull apart so Eddie can breathe, both looking down to watch the obscene image of Steve’s hand at work through tight underwear and Eddie’s bouncing breasts, Steve’s hand still cupped over one.

“Yes, just like that babydoll.” Eddie hisses out, sounding completely breathless, “Good girl.” Steve moans at the praise.

When Eddie’s orgasm begins to approach she drags Steve closer to her by her shoulders, arching so their chests are pressed together while still leaving Steve’s hand enough room to move at her cunt. Steve’s dedicated-tit-hand till this point moves around to rest on her arched spine. Their foreheads are constantly knocking together as Eddie rocks her hips even faster against Steve’s hand and the air between them grows humid with their shared breaths.

Eddie’s eyes clench shut and her legs threaten to give out on her when she comes, her underwear and Steve’s fingers dampening further as she grinds herself through it. She twitches to a stop when it becomes to much and grabs Steve’s wrist to hold her in place a moment while she breaths.

Steve’s smiling a sweet smile at her and petting down her back with her other hand, waiting for Eddie to come back down. When she’s ready Eddie lets go of her wrist and lets her pull her fingers out, which she then brings up to her mouth to lick clean.

“Fuck baby, you keep that up and we’re never going to bed.” Steve grins at her and makes more of a show of sliding her tongue over every crevice before sucking her fingers into her mouth for extra measure. “God, I should wreck you. Just you wait Harrington.” Eddie says with a pinch to Steve’s hip before slipping out of her lap and off the bed to stretch. “C’mon, lets go shower, unlike you I forgot to clean off my hand so you have your own cum all over your shoulder.”

Now that Steve’s focus’s on it she can definitely feel it dried there. She’s immediately up and following Eddie like a lost puppy to the bathroom.

The shower is warm, and they take turns washing each others hair and bodies, completely trusting in each other to take good care of each. And after, Steve does both of their hair care, combing Eddie’s wet curls now before they dry, scrunching mouses and other hair products in before braiding both their hair. And then Eddie does skin, gently moisturizing both their faces and then rubbing lotion down both their bodies, making sure to massage at Steve’s shoulders and neck where she knows the girl gets sore, and getting cheeky for a bit when she rubs lotion on her ass. It ends with sharing a few soft kisses while they help pull each others clothes on.

They kick the comforter off at the end of the bed to wash tomorrow and crawl in with Steve’s favorite fuzzy blanket wrapped around their tangled forms. They whisper and giggle to each other for a while after, Eddie pressing kisses all over Steve’s face, before settling down to fall asleep, hands clasped together between them.

Nearly unconscious, Steve hears Eddie whisper “I love you my pretty girl.” She can only manage something that sounds like a mumbled ‘Mmmtmm’ before she falls asleep.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #smut #sapphic smut #fem!steve harrington #fem!eddie munson

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introloves · 4 years ago

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sweet dom! sugawara + dirty talk + creampie + fucking in a classroom + sugawara fucks u against a desk + f! reader + sugawara calls reader bunny + slight, very slight degradation

approx 1.2k words !

the classroom door shut with a small click, the bag of food heavy in your hands.

sugawara was sat at his desk, working on the activities for the next day.

you had decided to bring him a meal for working so hard, home cooked and filled with love.

his head immediately perked up from his concentration on the paper he had been working on, eyes immediately softening at the sight of you.

your name left his lips in a breathless whisper, standing up from his desk to engulf you in a hug.

“i bought you food.” you murmured from his messy hair.

“mmm.” he responded, god he had missed you extra hard today.

you giggled against him, he must have been really hungry, you thought as he tightened his hold.

but as he turned his head to breathe you in you knew it wasn’t for the food we was hungry for.

“k-koushi?”

“sorry bunny, I just missed you real bad today.”

you shivered at the need in his voice.

“yeah?”

he simply nodded, his face that had been pressed up to your neck was now leaving light kisses, pressing his lips to the pulsing vein.

your legs felt weak, he felt all consuming as he held you. as the seconds ticked by, he grew more and more aggressive.

the change started with his breathing, it was hot and heavy against your neck, tickling you. the arms that had held you so warmly then began to roam along your body, fingers wandering up your top, gripping at the first sliver of skin he exposed.

with the crinkling of the bag you had in your tightening grasp, sugawara stepped back from you. he was flushed, tinted pink with the growing arousal.

your eyes dropped down to his crotch, the imprint of his hard cock looked delicious in his slacks. his hand gripped it, mouth opening as he panted.

“want it?” he questioned.

you responded with a whimper, knees knocking together.

and then he was on you once more, taking the bag from your grasp and placing it on the floor.

“thank you for the food.”

once again his roaming hands brought you to him, lifting you up to promptly drop you on his desk.

“let me fuck you against my desk.” he groaned, he loved the way you looked sat there, he knew that if he shoved a hand down your pants, he would be able to feel your dripping cunt.

“fuck me. please koushi.”

with the way you panted those words out, he had you flipped over in seconds.

the sounds of his belt unbuckling, slacks and underwear dropping had you whimpering out into the air.

“its okay bunny, m gunna fuck you real good.”

your hands reached to hook your fingers into your pants, in attempt to pull them down, but as soon as they met the fabric sugawara had your hands in his grip.

“ah ah ah” he tsk-ed, the sweet lilt to his voice never left, there was a spike of fear.

sugawara could be so cruel if you did something he didn’t particularly like, you stilled, waiting to see what he would do.

but he smoothed both palms against your ass, gripping you with just a taste of his strength.

“you’ll get your pussy stuffed when I say so~” you couldn’t see him but you could hear the smile on his face.

he took his time with you always, his hands just rubbing you through your bottoms, and when he decided you had loosened up enough, dropped your guard,

sugawara pulled both pants and underwear down in one pull.

you squeaked at the tug, it rocked your body back momentarily.

your breath shook as you waited, cunt dripping, presented to him.

“there’s the pussy ive been craving all day.” he groaned, stepping back to admire you, thumbs coming down to spread your lips apart.

the sensation of you being fondled by him had you pushing back, trying to get more, more of him.

but a swift smack to your ass had you pressing up against his desk once more.

“if you could see how pretty you look right now.” sugawara murmured.

he tampered down the need to tease you more, with the way your thighs were wet with arousal he figured you were ready enough.

not to mention how hard and throbbing he was for you already, he knew he wasn’t going to last long.

you nearly salivated at the feeling of him pushing his cock right up to your pulsing cunt.

“fuck.” he groaned as he sheathed himself inside you, all in one push. you squirmed up against him at the pace he had begun to set, the slapping of his thighs and balls against your body had you whimpering.

a string of incoherent mumbles left your mouth, increasing in volume by the second.

“good bunny, you always take me so well.” he was shameless in the way he used his words, your grip against the hard wood beneath you tightened, he used his hips to squish you against it more, the way you looked desperately grabbing at the smooth surface had him piston harder.

he straightened his back, one of his hands left the bruised hold he had on your hips and gripped the back of your head.

“i’m going to cum soon,” the neediness he presented was accentuated with a brutal thrust of his hips.

“fuck- i need you to cum. pretty little thing.” his teeth gritted against each word, at this point you were all but screaming, a rational sliver of thought crossed his mind however, he knew it would be a bad, bad thing if anyone caught you impaled on his cock in his classroom.

the hand that had been tangled in your hair instead snaked to your mouth, he knew you were loud as fuck when you came so he stuffed his fingers in your mouth.

he brought you to tears as his fingers stuffed your mouth full, pushing down on your tongue.

you tummy tightened with the feeling of him using your body to fuck himself.

oh god you were cumming!

sobbing against his fingers you dutifully sucked on them, using them to silence the screams that threatened to leave your throat.

“what a good little slut.” suga keened, the tightening of your cunt against his dick had him rolling his eyes.

his hips stuttering at the tightness of it all.

“fuck, fuck that’s so good.”

his words were nothing but a slur of vowels and consonants, your eyes all but crossed as he fucked you through his orgasm and yours.

he stilled against you and made careful work of pulling himself out of you.

“god i love you.” he whispered, soothing you from the fucking.

you both worked slowly in straightening everything out, the sweet tiredness from the exertion had you guys shaking slightly as you made sure to brush your hair and clean up the wetness of his cum and yours from your thighs.

he kissed your forehead while you glowed, smiling at your nasty, perverted, perfect boyfriend.

he grabbed your hand, and the bag of forgotten food and basically pulled you home, ready to fuck you full of his cum again and again.

#sugawara #sugawara koushi #sugawara smut #haikyuu smut #sugawara x reader #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x you #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x f! reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #smut #oneshot #naughty thoughts #pure thirst

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juupajaa · 4 years ago

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For those of us that are new to your blog, would you tell us a little about your story / journey with recovery? I’m just curious about your decision to recover and how this started for you

Okay I guess it's time for an udate then!

Hi, it's Julle, a snow-hating, multi-talented, rock bottom riser from the arctic backwoods of Finland🇫🇮 I used to be really pissy back in the day but now I'm pretty chill.

I've been dealing with eds since age 14 or so. I was bulimic in my teens, and then in adulthood it changed to anorexia. I've made a whole video about my major episodes, if you wanna know about them. I don't talk numbers or get into much details, but I go through the timeline and what was going on generally, yet still it takes about 30mins (it's an unscripted rant, sorry)

youtube

The last time I got sick was about three years ago and boy I got sick bad😬 I had started school again, which stressed me out so much I relapsed worse than ever. It got so bad for me physically that I decided it was time I went to inpatient care. I spent a few months in a hospital ward and now I've been back home, in outpatient care for about two years. Now I'm doing pretty good and I'm starting to feel like I might have beaten my ed for good. I even graduated this winter!🥳

I've been running this blog for about three years so if you go dig the archives, you can go through my whole inpatient experience as I ran this blog even then. I have #ed talk tag in which I put all advice and general tips on how to deal with eds and recovery. This blog helped me a lot when I was sick, as well as in early recovery, but now I run it mostly in case someone needs advice or some cheerleading💪💪💪 I'm here if you need me, pretty much every day.

#answered #but its audiovisual

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steve0discusses · 4 years ago

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The Fullmetal Alchemist Live Action Movie Part 9: Ctrl-Z

Well guys, we did it, this is the last installment of the FMA movie. Probably forever because this movie hella bombed and I am 99% positive they will not bring it back (and if they do, it will be a complete reboot because this is a mess) We are left with one burning question--how the hell can you resolve any of this?

Especially this alley of human corpses that you have to keep secret from the public:

PS, I did not skip really anything other than some closeups of them shooting stuff. We just have to trust that Hawkeye can just shoot 60,000 dudes with that tiny gun that probably only holds 6 bullets. (12 bullets? I know nothing about guns.)

But we’ll just have to assume that the corpses are dealt with in their own special way, because the movie will never address these again. So, meanwhile, back at the stone, Ed is dealing with how his MacGuffin is a mix of dead people.

Like this is an aside but dude--the drama that’s still boiling off of whatever is left of the hot turd that became Bon Appetit, like HOT DAMN. People always say everything you like will be problematic in 10 years but MAN. Fully expected for Scott Adams to get problematic. But Bon Appetit? The seemingly innocent cooking show?

Yo, I’m not over it.

Yo, I’m not over how much Bon Appetit lied directly to my face: that freakin smokescreen illusion of a perfect working environment. Cannot wait for the Netflix documentary that will inevitably come out.

So glad I was too lazy to make any fanart of that show. Or that I was not good enough at art to make fanart of Dilbert.

(I say knowing full well that the original English voice actor of Ed Elric had a huge ass harassment coverup that spans 15+ years and the legal followup and trial has been a huge mess.)

Anyway, Ed doesn’t even know how problematic that rock is. He doesn’t even know that the dead people in that stone are his distant relatives and that he’s one of the only living Xerxes’ians (Xerxicans? What do you call people from Xerxes anyway?) that are left on the planet, but it still carries weight. Not as much, but it still carries weight.

What follows is what the movie decided was the most important character development of Fullmetal Alchemist, mostly because it’s the only thing in FMA left after they did this massive edit.

(read more under the cut)

(If the rock were still active then Lust would not be dead, she’d just reform, we’ve been over this. And youknow it’s been a minute for me, maybe this was also a thing in the anime where you can still use stones that are from leftover dead homunculi...it just doesn’t make sense to me. They would reform. But I will let this go.)

And if you were like “Hey back in the anime, it felt like it was a lot harder to get into Truth Hut--didn’t you have to kill a guy most of the time?” and you would be correct! I guess the idea is that Ed doesn’t want to kill the souls already in that rock in order to do the exchange--but this idea is never said out loud in the movie, although it was clearly indicated in the anime. Kind of...something they should have mentioned.

But anyway, now we’re back in truth hut but this time Ed can wear pants.

Over in the corner we have Al’s body, confirmation that he is still a real boy.

I guess they had to put this in, since Al’s only character angst in this movie is whether or not he’s real. They can now at least give us some closure about that.

And as the spectral deity decides to make a bargain, Ed realizes that profiting off of war crimes is a bad look.

PS I really don’t know if I should cover the ass on Al’s body over there. It’s kind of got feet in front of it.

We know that’s a dude in a speedo, right? I don’t have to cover that up? Cuz I’m not.

And while we have closure for Al as being a real boy, we really don’t have a lot of closure for Ed. I’m proud of him for not doing a war crime, but it’s not like he freed any of the souls in that stone and it’s not like he got to the bottom of the conspiracy, and it’s not like we got any payback for Hughes.

Ed is still in emotional limbo at the end of this movie, which is pretty disappointing. But again, I think they were REALLY gunning for a second movie, because most of the stuff at the end of this is them hinting that they’re going to continue the story another time...

but like...they knew they weren’t gonna get a second one. There’s just no way they couldn’t have known after how poorly it did in box offices.

Gotta love anime and their refusal to let the not even real people kiss.

They’re not real. They’re characters in a movie. Let them kiss. It’s fine. No one will get arrested.

But whatever.

This hurts my eyes.

But don’t worry, even though that looks like the end, with that sort of crazy ass flare that allows us to hide any of the background we didn’t feel like drawing, it’s not the very, very end.

It just can’t be, not without out one of these:

That’s right it’s trains!

And also, look at this movie segueing right back into Yugioh. Look at that. We got a cursed demon child and Some Basic Girl playing cards on a moving vehicle? Just the way it should be.

So, that’s over--and honestly--this was a hard movie to make. I think they made a lot of good choices, being honest--but I also think they made a lot of bad ones that overshadow the good stuff by a whole lot.

And since this isn’t really a critique but just a deep dive, lets talk about what we would have done differently. Because honestly? There’s no right answer. You have 130 minutes to tell the whole story. What would you do? See I asked bro what he would have done and his answer was “I would make the only villain Shou and that first villain” who’s name I didn’t remember either, so I decided to look it up on the FMA wiki and I saw a big surprise!

That Adolf Hitler is listed as one of the villains of Fullmetal Alchemist??? Guys did I...am I reading that right on this Wikipedia page?

Is this is not the only Fullmetal Alchemist movie???????

OMG, guys there’s another Fullmetal Alchemist movie and I kid you not, it has Hitler in it.

I mean I’m not going to cap it because I got a list of other things to cap (as I know several of you are patiently waiting for) but like..........why have I never heard of this?

Anyway, bro would just condense everything to just the first 4 episodes and include scar and all the rest. Me? I would do the opposite and start at the very end right when Ed and Al meet up with their Dad, and only talk about Xerxes and the Homunculi and their family relationship and no one else.

I dunno if either of our ideas would work because obvi writing a movie is a lot more than just having an idea. You gotta get that through marketing, through people in suits who don’t know how stories work, through actors who’s hair will not hold a braid, etc etc. I mean one person just decided to put Hitler in it, and that movie got way better reviews so...hell do I know about writing anything?

But overall, the movie served it’s purpose by distracting me from the real world for a little while. So, thanks all for sitting on on this nice little excursion from our typical programming, been a weird year, so I was grateful for this buffer. We will go back to our Yugioh routine in the next update which will go up-----at some point. No idea when, I don’t have a schedule anymore for obvious reasons. But we made it to the start of the last season! Bakura’s in it? We see Pharaoh in actual Egyptian wear? I’m looking forward to a lot of really botched and questionable history, so I’ll see you there.

If you just got here and want to read the beginning of this Fullmetal Alchemist Movie journey with me you can here:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/fma/chrono

#FMA #Fullmetal Alchemist #Fullmetal Alchemist the Live action movie #recap #photo recap #ed elric #al elric #Roy Mustang #Hawkeye #TRAIN #Winry #cards also make an appearance because I can't go anywhere without cards these days

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kittysukagasterfics · 3 years ago

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INCORRECT QUOTES: STUPID, STUPIDER, YET STUPIDER.

In which I finally toss V-0 into the mess because why not. There's a lil blurb about him over on Random's blog because i submitted a doodle sheet to her, you'll find it in the submissions tag.

Warnings for potentially suggestive wording, themes, and content on some of them because V-0 is an absolute weirdo. There's nothing explicit, but there's a little more weird than usual.

Ghost: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my &@#$s! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

X: WE GET IT, YOU'RE HAVING A WILLIAM SHATNER DAY.

Inversion, playing a VR game: You see, that’s the thing. It PROBABLY is fine. It’s PROBABLY 100% okay. There are PROBABLY no spiders in this headset.

Inversion: BUT- as you may be able to relate to- If you find a spider in your headset, and then have to put that headset on to play video games...

Inversion: YoU jUsT dOnT gEt ToO cOMfOrTaBlE.

V-0: 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering.

V-0: Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'

Memoryhead: There is SOMETHING wrong with you.

Z: What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm &$@#ing +&-$ed.

Ghost: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so...

Creator: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than %$@#.

V-0: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

Everyone:

Sam: * … You don't get it.

Endis: Please stop talking.

Memoryhead: If you don't shut your mouth it'll be yours, you off brand my chemical romance disaster.

Sam: * You tell Memoryhead and Endis that they shouldn't be so mean to V-0.

Memoryhead: I'm sorry, have you met him?

Starscream: I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals.

RGB, pointing: May I sit there?

Gaster: … That's my lap.

RGB: That doesn't answer my question, Doctor.

Z: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just in case.

Undyne: Uhh, Z, that's a coma.

Z, curling up in her blanket nest again: Sounds festive.

Sam, holding a fancy antique bottle: * Gaster wanted to drink out of this bottle but you don't know what's in here. Is this whiskey or perfume?

Memoryhead: Let me check.

Memoryhead: *chugs entire bottle*

Sam:

Gaster:

Memoryhead:

Memoryhead: It’s perfume.

Sam: * Do they think they'd actually notice if someone didn't cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a little too many teeth? Like… how many times have they passed something on the street and they just didn't notice it?

V-0: Stay woke monster%@#+ers, your love is out there!!!!!

Gaster: … You know what? Not their point at all in any way whatsoever.

Sam: * But you're glad you could be an inspiration!

Memoryhead: What the %$@+ is wrong with you?!

Endis, having almost killed Gaster: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Memoryhead: Oh, sorry. Good morning, WHAT THE %$@# IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!

Aroz: Top 30 reasons why Aroz is not sorry... Number 5 will surprise you!

Z: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR &+)%ING @$= RIGHT NOW!!!

Aroz, running away: Oh $@#& oh $#%& oh $#%& oh $#%& oh $#%& oh $#%& oh $#%& OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH $#@% OH SH-

V-0: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you~.

Gaster: 10 times 0 is still 0, moron.

V-0, slapping his rear end like a degenerate: Jokes on you $#@'&, I can't do math!

Lucky: Bad things keep happening to us, like we have bad luck or something.

Z: Lucky, sweetness, we don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to us is because we're dumb$#%es.

V-0: Is letting someone win at chess sapio%$@#&- bottoming?

Z, covering Sam's ears: Do any of your braincells in that godforsaken skull of yours ever think before they give you words to speak???

Inversion: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Memoryhead: What did you do?

Inversion, putting out the fire on his coat: NOBODY DIED I SWEAR.

Memoryhead: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Inversion: NOTHING-

Inversion: *flees in terror through the ocean of worms on strings*

Memoryhead:

Memoryhead: Ah, that's what you did.

X: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Ray: I-I think you may mean- … uhh, m-mean cards...?

X, pulling knives out of his sleeves: No, I do not.

Memoryhead: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword.

Rin Winterway: That's why I carry two swords.

Memoryhead and Agate: *gasp*

Agate: Ultimate lesbian power.

Memoryhead: I gotta start carrying two swords.

Sam: * Three words. Say them, and you're his.

Gaster: Three words.

Sam: * …

Lucky: %$@#.

Hope: We've got to work on your cursing.

Lucky: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing alread- You meant work on not cursing, I am a fool.

Z, in Doctor Conway's lab: Welcome, fellow idiots.

Sam: * Hi mom!

Z: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot.

Sam: * She underestimates your power.

Z: And you greatly overestimate the height of the bar. It is so much lower than you could even hope to reach, Sam. You will never be an idiot.

Sam, crying: * Take that back.

Z: First go do self care, then we'll talk.

Gaster, cuddled up to Sam: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Sam: * You want him to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Gaster, scuttling to the far corner, hissing like a feral cat: Absolutely not.

V-0: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise!

Inversion: I… beg to differ…

V-0: Then beg.

Z: This is bothering me.

Endis: Well, you are digging up a corpse.

Z: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

Z, pointing to V-0: It's the fact that he insisted on wearing fishnets that's bothering me.

Endis: … He's an adult skeleton and you are 83,000 years old?

Z: Sam is literally RIGHT HERE. Also my brain never evolved past the emotionally abused and anxiety ridden teenager stage.

Sam: * What do they think Z will do for a distraction?

Memoryhead: She'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

*Feral animatronic screaming*

*Loud killbill sirens*

Z: *exits the collapsing building unscathed as said building knocks over a nearby skyscraper and obliterates a news helicopter*

Everyone:

Lucky: ... Or she could do that. That works too.

I apologize for any psychological damage V-0 has caused, is causing, and will cause.

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I don’t know who V-0 is either so of course Sam hasn’t met him. Also, Sam will forever and always be everyone’s favorite lovable doofus. :)

#submission #incorrect quotes

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in-this-body-of-mine · 4 years ago

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To The Bone (2017) - Analysis and Charting

Let’s go! I’m NOT excited because life is hard but what better way to distract myself than to do this kind of shit. No one cares, anyways.

Since this is the first one, let me tell you what we’re gonna do here. I’ll include the IMDB summary, a summary with spoilers, the placements in the chart, we’ll go over each item (also, spoilers abound) and finally my review and final thoughts. Yes, it’s gonna be long. Read at your own risk.

IMDB summary: A young woman, dealing with anorexia, meets an unconventional doctor who challenges her to face her condition and embrace life.

Summary with spoilers: Lily Collins plays Ellen/Eli and from the start of the movie she is on the brink of her disease. She was just kicked out of a recovery center and she gets an appointment with a ~cool unconventional doctor~ played by Keanu Reeves. She goes into ANOTHER inpatient treatment home to be treated by him. Shit happens, she seems to be getting better somehow, but then she spirals down, runs away, and after a... near death experience (I wish this was an euphemism) she decides to try recovery again and goes back to the treatment home. That’s where the movie ends.

Chart placements!

Now for each item:

White: Ellen or Eli is played by Lily Collins, who once played Sandra Bullock’s daughter in that movie were she was a Karen. It doesn’t get whiter than that.

Female: She changes her name to Eli mid film (which is how I’ll be calling her here bc we respect chosen names in this household) but she still seems to identify as female and be referred to as such, so here we have it. We do have a guy in the treatment home, but we’ll come back to him later.

Teenager/Young adult: I’m pretty sure she is 19 but every review I see says she’s 20. Either way, she dropped out of college even though she just started it. The actress, however, was 28 at the time the movie was released.

Wealthy/seemingly well-off: Her family has the money to send her to inpatient a bunch of times, and they make a point to mention how they have connections so she didn’t have to wait in line to see this new doctor. Case closed.

Skinny actress from the start: As we know, Lily Collins is already thin and she did struggle with anorexia in the past. Why, however, did she lose weight for this movie? They said it was her decision “to make the character more authentic”. As if not being skin and bones wouldn’t be enough. As if eating disorders don’t come in every size. They shouldn’t let her. The need to shock people is a very dangerous sign to me.

No distinctive personality or hobbies/interests: I’m glad Eli has a thing she loves. It’s not super present, but it’s there, and it’s plot relevant. She loves art and in the story, she had a tumblr (look, it’s us!) where she shared drawings related to her ED and a girl liked her drawings so much that, when she killed herself, she mentioned Eli by name in a note. But that isn’t really explored too much and I kind of got disappointed by that.

Good student: We don’t really know about that... and I don’t think it matter, it’s ok.

Seemingly irrelevant love interest: Why? Just why do we need Luke? Luke is the only guy in the home, and we can SEE that he’s only there to be Eli’s love interest. He wasn’t needed. None of the important plot points have anything to do with him. Make her date a girl. Make her date NO ONE. This is about eating disorders. She could have closer friends in the house. Why was this necessary. Her whole speech about how love is a lie could come from a friendship but no. They had to shove pretty white boy there.

Daddy issues (sometimes coupled with mommy issues): I find this extremely funny but her dad isn’t in the movie. At all. He’s alive and well, but he makes a point to never come home when Eli is even awake. I don’t think they cast an actor for that. As for mothers, she has three, and it’s a trip. Her stepmom on her dad’s side is very out of touch but she wants what’s best for Eli, but she really hates Eli’s biological mom. Bio mom, in turn, is described as a “bipolar lesbian” and the stereotypes are just... ugh. Bio mom has a wife and she is a bit weird too. They sent Eli to live with her absent dad bc “they couldn’t deal with it anymore”. This brings us to a great scene where we can see Eli shrinking in her seat and when the psychiatrist asks her what she is feeling she says “I’m sorry I’m not a person anymore. I’m a problem.” And that’s great to see. But at the same time, I hate that her whole issue in this movie seems to come from her family and anorexia is just a thing that happened, with some vague references to control.

*Triggering event*: We never see it and it’s okay - but I kind of wanted some more explorations of motives because we have ZERO.

Anorexia as diagnosis: As I always say, what is even the point of making a cool looking movie about EDs if your protagonist is not only anorexic, but also terminally anorexic? Ugh. That’s the only portrayal of anorexia that happens in media and I’m fucking tired.

Checklist of habits (manual for those looking for one): I mean, I mark this down but as I always say: everything is a manual if you’re looking for one. But if you’re doing more than not eating or purging or exercising I’ll judge it as a new tip. A lot of us already thought of/did most of them probably. But the marking remains.

Inpatient treatment (or extended hospital stay): As I said, she is kicked out of one treatment center and goes straight into another. What fucks me up is that the movie HAS other characters with other diagnosis, but we never see anything about them. We don’t see their journey. We only know Luke is a dancer bc he is the love interest. We only know Megan is pregnant and then she’s not bc this sends Eli in a spiral. We only know Kendra is not straight bc she makes a joke about it (and Doctor Beckham follows with a horrible joke about conversion therapy). Did you notice Ciara Bravo was in this movie? I didn’t on first viewing. She has like two lines. The whole movie is centered around Eli and every scene in the house feels like all the other patients only care about her too.

Emotional tipping point: Megan loses her baby and for some reason this affects Eli. Luke kisses Eli and for some reason she’s pissed. At that point, I was annoyed. She has a bad session with Doctor Beckham who basically tells her to grow a pair and stop complaining (which is insensitive as a doctor, but as a person I wanted to do the same) and she decides to quit and leave. She has to go to her mother’s home and I’m supposed to care. Stepmom is mad but doctor says she needs to hit rock bottom. She weights like 70 pounds dude. Rock bottom was about ten pounds ago, next stop is a coffin, mate.

Mom hugs: And here we have the emotional turn around of the movie and it’s just... make it make sense. She goes to her bio mom’s ranch. Her stepmom # 2 tells they’ll have therapy with horses (?). Eli goes sleep in a tent and bio mom cries and says she accepts if Eli wants to die. Very supportive I guess. They have this weird bonding moment where the mom feeds her a bottle like a baby and look, if you liked that, good for you, but I don’t get what I was supposed to feel about it (but that’s mom hug #1). She goes on a hike next morning and... dies? Either way she has an out of body experience where she talks to Luke and sees how she looks - which is weird to me. Didn’t we go over this in the beggining of the movie? Didn’t we establish that she does know what she looks like and doesn’t care? But still she seems shocked and they have a cryptical conversation and she wakes up. And just like that, she’s ok now. She meets up with the other stepmom (mom hug # 2) and goes back to the home.

Happy ending: In the last scene Eli is back to the home and we understand she’s going to try to recover for real this time. I’m okay with that specifically, I think it would be bad if they pretended she just got better with no relapses and everything is fine, but it’s a hopeful ending. Despite the fact that we have no idea if she won’t have a fit and leave in two days and that we never know anything about anyone else and Megan, who lost the baby, never comes back. It’s fine. At that point, I didn’t expect much.

Analysis: I was hesitant to be critical bc this movie was based on the real life experiences of the director and Lily Collins. But fuck it, this is my circus and I’ll clown as much as I want. While I do understand that, I have a lot of thoughts.

Mainly, I need to say that while I understand this is her story, this is a story that was told so many times. I’m tired.

The general public that wants to defend the movie says “well you can’t tell ALL stories”, and while I agree, these people probably only saw this movie about the subject. If you HAVE (or had) and eating disorder, you probably saw tons. And they ALL tell the same story. Which is why I started that chart in the first place.

This movie does have good moments. I do like the acting, I saw people complaining about Keanu Reeves performance - but I do know these were people who disliked the movie entirely. I think his performance was great, Lily Collins performance was great, and their chemistry was great. The best scenes in the movie happened between the two of them. The one thing that I LOVED was their first interaction when he calls her on her bullshit. “You’re not thin, you scare people, and I think you like that.” YES. I never heard anyone talk about that. And I guess I’ll never will, bc the movie itself never talk about this again either. Also when she justifies the tumblr where her art triggered a girl so much, she says that she was just drawing what she knows, he calmly tells her that she can draw, but she doesn’t have to share it online tho. I liked their interactions because often ED patients are treated with silk gloves (is that the expression?) and sometimes there is a need for some though love. I also love Liana Liberato who plays her sister and that’s about it.

The problem with the doctor ends up being: what’s his method? How are you going to cure her? The method makes no sense. I don’t see the reasoning. I don’t think anyone does. And somehow it works and she goes back there.

I think my major problem with the movie is that it has the same issues every ED portrayal before it. It’s the same story again. I think it shines the most in the whole “it’s not about food, it’s about control!”. It IS about food though. For a lot of people, it is. Maybe not for this director or for Lily Collins, but for so many people it is about food. It’s about control as well, and it is possible that there is other factors related to it, but you can’t chalk it all up to a control issue and pretend it’s just whatever. If the food didn’t matter, it wouldn’t be an eating disorder.

Because of that, we have this heavy focus on her family issues and nothing to do with food. We have people trying to rationalize - maybe it’s bc your mom is a lesbian, maybe it’s bc i didn’t bond with you as a baby - and all that does is to make her lesbian bipolar mother seem like a crazy asshole and her dad seem like an absent asshole as if this is the only factor here. Give me SOMETHING. Any connection to food. Any sense. Nope. She just won’t eat bc her family is fucked up. Hoe, that’s all of us.

And I think the movie unintentionally DOES glamourize anorexia. Subtly, yes, but it does. Eli has SUCH an easy time refusing food. She doesn’t seem to think about food as much as she thinks about herself and her family and Luke and being annoying. She knows a bunch of calories and she overexercises. Idk. Not to mention that moment when Kendra asks her about purging and she says “it’s not her thing”. I mean. It is no one’s thing. No one likes it. It’s a compulsion. And if you have anorexia that severe and you are not with a feeding tube, you do eat every now and then, and you do have purging mechanisms. If she had said she prefers overexercising as a purging mechanism than to throw up, I would believe her. But the movie acts as if she just never eats ever and somehow she’s still standing. Give her a feeding tube then. It would be more believable.

I know it sounds kind of ranty, but my point here is: this extremely anorexic girl, that looks like a sack of bones, and gets that by never eating and doing crunches all the time, it is the wet dream of a fatphobic society with a 71 billion weight loss industry. This is the dreamy and frugal idea of anorexia that people have when they are deep into the illness - not when they recovered as the people involved say they did. I get that this is a very personal project. But it’s flawed. It doesn’t do anyone any favors. It just tells the same story, for the millionth time, but since this time it was in a big platform, more people saw it, and it was better done, with a better budget and with a good enough resolution so I can see every bone in Lily Collins body.

Anyway, that’s it for today. If you read all of that, thanks. Since this is Netflix, I’m assuming everyone saw, but the other movies are out there and if you need liks, hit me up. Be back soon.

#eating disorders #eds #pro ana #not pro and you know the rest #to the bone #thinspo #thinspiration #ed things #eds in media #thinsppi #anorekcia

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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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avengers1shots · 5 years ago

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Radio Silence

Peter Parker x Reader

You're sitting on the dock, staring up at the stars. It’s quiet, it’s always quiet here. So it’s not hard to notice as something streaks across the sky. You make a wish. But the light falls closer and closer. And it’s not a star, but it’s burning. You hear a scream and watch as a body collides with the lake. You hop to your feet, quickly diving in after it. The water is dark but you follow a glint. You struggle to get back above water with the extra weight, lungs begging for air, but you push past it. You gasp as you break past the surface, pushing your way to the bank. You hoist the body into the grass, getting a proper look at the individual as you pull off a mask and begin CPR. He coughs for a moment, mumbling incoherently before falling unconscious once again.

He wakes up the next morning with a start, attempting to jump up but yelping in pain. You pause the movie you were watching and walk through the open gap into the dining room where you had left him bandaged on the table.

“I would be more careful.” You warn and he jolts in surprise at your presence.

“Who are you? What’s going on?” He breathes quickly, taking in his current state. His eyes glance at the mask resting on a chair at the edge of the room. “Where’s my suit?”

“Ruined. Burned up during your fall.” You answer first, taking a cautious step towards him.

“The fall?” He repeats taking a second to gather his thoughts. He moves to rub at his eyes and hisses in pain at the quick movement.

“You gotta take it easy.” You warn. “You got burned pretty bad too. It’s a miracle you survived once you hit the water. Do you remember what happened to you?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s coming back to me.” He answers. “Who are you?”

“Y/N L/N.” You reply. “And you?”

“Peter Parker.” He says, cautiously. “Who are you with y/n l/n?”

You chuckle at the odd question. “I’m not with anyone.”

“I can’t believe you managed to track where I fell, is that the kind of technology that was on the truck?”

“You took a pretty nasty fall, I think you’re heads in a weird place.” You reply as your golden retriever comes bounding into the room. Peter looks hesitant for a second but the dog simply sniffs his hand and sits expectantly.

“Oh sorry, I am with someone. This is Maizy.” You introduce and he gives her a gentle rub on the head.

“There’s nobody else here?”

“No one.”

“So you found me…”

“Yep.”

“So why aren’t I in a hospital?”

“Do you know where we are?” You inquire, chuckling lightly. “This is Green Bank.”

You begin to explain when he shoots you a confused look. “Green Bank, West Virginia. We’re in the National Radio Quiet Zone. There’s no signal or wifi or transmissions at all within thousands of miles. I could’ve hiked you up to the emergency center, but it’s a 20 mile trek. I know CPR and there’s a first aid kit, so I figured I better just keep you steady for the night.”

“Wow, so you like saved my life.” He exhales.

“Well I wouldn’t-” You begin.

“You did.” He asserts before looking out the window. “What a mess. Aunt May is gonna lose it.. God, I need to call her and tell her- oh no.”

“Yeah, no cell phone signal. But, uh, there’s a phone booth a couple miles north.” You retort. “I can give you a lift.”

“That’d be amazing, thank you so much.”

--🕸--

You peddle down the road, Peter riding behind you in the wagon. You expected some complaint as you unveiled the simple bike, but he didn’t even joke. Even as you were riding over uneven paths, bumps jostling his injuries, he remained kind, dismissing any concern you voiced.

He thanks you as you help him to his feet when you arrive at the box. He immediately begins limping the short distance and you let out a breath of amusement, calling out to stop him.

“Hey Peter?”

“Yes?” He turns, picking up the receiver.

“Do you have any money?”

His eyes widen in realization, patting himself as a reflex (and wincing) as you walk over and press a few coins into his hands.

--🕸--

After you ride him back, you recommend some low-energy activities to keep him in recovery. Though you soon realize the boy is too antsy to sit still as you attempt to reapply his bandages. So you allow him to help you put together sandwiches and some snacks before picking out a few movies and settling down.

Maizy fixes herself a spot on the couch in between you two and by the time the sun sets Peter has already crashed, the retriever snoozing beside him.

--🕸--

You wake up in the morning to the smell of smoke. It jolts you out of bed and you come racing down the stairs to find Peter dumping a few burnt pancakes into the trash can.

“Don’t worry Maize, I’m sure I’ll get it. You know what they say, 13th time’s the charm, right?” He speaks to the dog, patting her on the head.

You chuckle from your position at the bottom of the steps causing him to whip around with an embarrassed expression. “Are you trying to burn this cabin down, Parker? Because I’d really advise you to stay away from fire.”

You take a few steps into the kitchen but notice one of the burns on his arm has improved significantly. You take his elbow gently, looking over it with disbelief. “That’s not possible.”

“It’s a miracle what a good night’s sleep can do for you.” He offers.

“These take weeks to heal and you’ve jumped half the recovery period overnight.” You reply. “It’s impossible.”

“I’ve got a great immune system.” He tries instead, turning back to his pancake batter. You reach and turn down the heat from high to medium and he shoots you a grateful smile.

“I’m sure you do, Spiderman.” You retort, opening up the fridge and pulling out some orange juice. When you look back at him, he’s gawking at you. “Come on, you’re famous. I was skeptical whether that was just a costume but obviously not. I don’t live under a rock, you know.”

“Well not a rock, but this place is as off the grid as it gets. People know about superheros here?” He asks.

“Not the residents, that’s very unlikely. The military probably have intel though, they’re all over. But I don’t actually live here, it’s just a vacation cabin for spring break.” You explain. “My older brother’s staying at a place further in town with the car.”

Peter nods in understanding, finally producing flipping a perfect pancake onto a plate with a big grin. You congratulate the boy and the two of you sit down for a nice breakfast.

--🕸--

Peter suggests a day in the lake, which you caution against as his wounds are better, but still raw. He dismisses this, chirping about saltwater being good for wounds and before you get a chance to explain that isn’t exactly how it works, he’s already running towards the dock and doing a flip into the water. Maizy soon chases after him, excitedly and you watch the two for a moment before eventually joining them.

The two of you have an exciting day outdoors and by the time night falls once again, you’re back on the dock. You’re looking up at the sky, but this time he’s laying safely beside you instead of hurtling towards his death.

“Wow. I can’t believe the stars really look like this out here. It’s nothing like New York” He breathes in amazement and you nod.

“Almost no light pollution.” You explain simply. “It’s what makes coming out to the middle of nowhere worth it.”

“Because it’s so beautiful.” He says softly.

“Yeah.” You reply, turning your head to him but he’s already staring at you. Then he moves in, kissing you softly with his hand on your face.

“Sorry.” He says, pulling back sheepishly but you simply shake your head and pull him back in with a hand on the nape of his neck.

It’s a wonderful moment. That is until Maizy starts barking at the two of you, eagerly licking Peter’s face as soon as the two of you break apart. This causes you both to break into laughter and you take it all in as the best day of your vacation plays out.

--🕸--

You cycle your way into town early, trading the bicycle for the car from your brother with a bullshit-ed excuse. You pack up some snacks for the drive, preparing a bed for Maizy in the back and by the time you reappear, all ready to go, Peter has woken up. He’s stretching on the couch as you walk into the den and greets you with a big yawn. “Morning”

“How are you feeling?” You inquire, sitting beside him.

“Much better.” He confirms your suspicions and you peel away one of the bandages to find a pink scar.

“Incredible.” You mutter to yourself, before standing up, keys jingling as you do so.

“Are you going somewhere?” He asks, responding to the sound.

“You gotta get home right?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, you weren’t planning on walking all the way back to New York were you?”

“You’re really willing to drive all the way back for me?”

“Yeah, I can’t keep the friendly Spiderman away from his neighborhood any longer, I think it’d be selfish. We’ll head out as soon as you're ready.”

--🕸--

The three of you embark on the journey soon after and once you pass out of the quiet zone you allow the boy reign over your phone for music. Between snacks, jokes and jamming out, the seven-hour ride passes impossibly quickly and you arrive in Queens in no time. He says goodbye to Maizy who’s asleep in the back as he exits the car before walking over to your window and giving you a parting kiss.

“You still owe me for tolls.” You joke as he pulls away, causing him to let out a light laugh.

“Thank you y/n, for saving me and, well for everything.”

“You saved me from cabin fever, let’s call it even.” You dismiss, though you feel a lump start to form in your throat. “I should go. You’ve got a world to save and I’ve gotta get this car back, so.”

“Goodbye y/n.”

“Goodbye Peter.”

He gives you one last kiss on the forehead before quickly disappearing into the night and you begin a quiet journey back.

He might not have been a shooting star, but you certainly got your wish.

A/N: I have ideas for a part two so lmk if that’s something y’all would like!

-MST ✪

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punkscowardschampions · 3 years ago

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Ronnie & Joe

Ronnie: [a phone number]

Ronnie: found you your own special plug

Joe: Can’t wait to get gang-raped by whoever this is

Joe: or maybe it’s a phishing scam, what route have you gone down 🤔

Ronnie: route of she can be your number 8 cos youre such a bike

Joe: it’s that kind of hook-up

Ronnie: pay for the gear if you cant get it up soft lad she looks fuck all like your ma

Ronnie: couldnt track down no more of her bastards for you soz

Joe: taking your role that seriously?

Joe: alright

Ronnie: getting out of it

Ronnie: she can babysit you

Joe: she probably lost custody of her own so

Joe: nice of you on all fronts

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: what, your dealer don’t like me or something

Ronnie: how the fuck would i know like

Ronnie: and how would he you legged it out of there soon as he showed

Joe: no shit I did

Ronnie: ordeals over now baby go cry to your new mammy about it

Joe: unlikely

Joe: but it ain’t my ordeal so

Ronnie: they ll swab & treat him he ll be sound

Joe: give a shit about him

Ronnie: if youve got something to say

Joe: I just said it

Joe: I don’t care about him

Ronnie: you dont care about me fuck off with your heroics

Joe: you didn’t want swooping up and saving, don’t mean I don’t give a fuck

Ronnie: your student loan aint gonna cover both our habits youd have me dopesick cause youre fucking jealous that means you dont

Joe: you’re jealous

Joe: and I said, didn’t stop you, didn’t say you had to

Joe: what’s fun about something oozing and itching in your pants, that’s all

Ronnie: of what

Joe: of every boring ex I have or will ever have

Ronnie: you wish

Ronnie: get em in a room together and they aint even jealous of each other

Joe: I know

Joe: x2

Ronnie: you dont know shit mckenna

Joe: so today I’m green

Joe: not the know-it-all smug college kid

Joe: nice to know how to play it

Ronnie: smug is right whenever i aint gonna suck your dick cause you can read music

Joe: that’s all that’s stopping you?

Ronnie: nah remember its the death wish attention whoring & mommy issues

Ronnie: cant both be functioning junkies youd have fuck all else to get a boner about

Joe: how long have you been doing heroin

Ronnie: youve got loads of catching up to do

Joe: yeah, so I don’t know why you’re acting like I’m being high and mighty

Joe: it’s literally been days

Ronnie: cause you are

Joe: no I’m not, just ‘cos I’d rather not suck dick when I have the funds

Joe: would you do it if you had the cash, that’s just stupid

Ronnie: youve been comparing me to any & every cunt since we met

Joe: like you don’t shit on me any and every chance you get

Joe: you were acting like them, the whole none of my shit is real because yours is SO real, that’s her whole bit

Ronnie: you cant stop fucking doing it even now fucks sake

Ronnie: i shit on you for you its not like i have any cunt to compare you to

Joe: alright, if you’re that sensitive about it

Joe: I’ll really stop

Joe: there 🤐

Ronnie: fuck you

Joe: nah, that was a dick move, alright

Joe: let me make it up to you

Ronnie: youre crying shes a patronising cunt guess what youre right there too

Joe: alright, I deserve that

Ronnie: drop dead

Ronnie: yeah its been days days of me giving you whatever the fuck you ask for

Joe: I know

Joe: so what do you want, seriously

Joe: I’ll do it, make it happen, whatever

Ronnie: like fuck can you make anything happen

Ronnie: youre like every other doss cunt i know theres your comparison

Joe: Probably am

Joe: but you’re the only person I’ve met who feels close to whatever the fuck I am

Joe: there’s the truth

Ronnie: whichever of your exes that worked on is more west than either of us

Joe: Oh I can easily be that dickhead and tell you how crazy they all were

Ronnie: go ed

Joe: the second to last one was the worst

Joe: full-on stalked and harassed the last one like, for no reason

Joe: she also messed with all my shit in a way she thought would send me into an OCD spiral because she didn’t get it

Joe: and when she started hooking up with some other kid she’d send me pics like I’d be 💔

Joe: that’s just after, that was all kind of amusing in a boring way, she was less amusing to be with but more mental

Ronnie: shouldve had some tips off her for the stalking bullshit its probably not too late to send her a dm

Ronnie: ones ive got from this is i dont have to bother learning the alphabet cos id be better off fucking with your record collection by smashing it up & child porn does fuck all for you

Joe: that is my thing, turning up uninvited to fuck everything up

Joe: she might go for it

Joe: exactly, both good to know, yeah 😏

Joe: all pretty basic and vanilla but still, annoying as shit

Ronnie: unless you can get me to do it for you yeah

Ronnie: dinners at what like 7

Joe: you’re gonna ruin my happy uni home?

Joe: oh no

Joe: be there be 7, eating at 8, apparently

Joe: time to ‘mingle’ as she put it which sounds suspicious af

Ronnie: fucking hell

Ronnie: thank christ i already hate you

Joe: saves times, energy less so

Joe: your mate is up for it, unless he’s a convincing liar, which I could see

Ronnie: what energy do you want name it theres gear thatll give us it

Ronnie: he is but i cant see the con shes got fuck all any cunt wants other than pasta shapes & mariahs likely on a diet

Joe: 🤤 and not over her appetizers, like

Joe: there’ll only be the 6 of us so we’ll need entertainment

Ronnie: lad flatmates bringing a bitch

Ronnie: shes gonna need something to get her through it or something she can use to end it

Joe: yeah he has a missus

Joe: even though him and Sophie belong together as the most average whitebread couple ever

Ronnie: make it happen then

Joe: where’s my bow and arrow

Joe: their 💘 ain’t my problem

Ronnie: you said you could do whatever and we needed entertainment

Ronnie: put all that money where your mouth is

Joe: you’re well sweet

Joe: you want her to be living her best life

Joe: dunno if I can hack being his shoulder to cry on in the interim

Ronnie: your teeth wont have time to rot before you choke on em talking to me like that

Joe: go on then

Ronnie: you owe me i dont owe you

Joe: I thought you’d ask for something better

Joe: but your loss

Ronnie: yours youre thinking about it

Joe: I get it, you want it to be hell living here

Ronnie: i dont wanna have to ask

Joe: for what

Ronnie: anything

Joe: why not

Ronnie: you think you can read my mind or some shit

Joe: I’d like to

Joe: and I think you get me, and yeah, I think I get you more than the bullshit mommy issues attention whore comment that was to get a reaction

Joe: I don’t think we’re twin flames just because we share some DNA, I’m not that kind of delusional, believe it or not

Ronnie: cause weve shared a needle though yeah

Joe: I get it, another kid with a habit, you’ve met hundreds

Joe: it is different though

Joe: tell me it isn’t

Ronnie: different cos its a habit you didnt have days ago

Joe: it’s not your fault

Joe: for good or bad

Joe: you didn’t spike me without asking

Ronnie: i didnt say that

Ronnie: i said thats why its different

Joe: yeah

Ronnie: nobody did any of this shit for me i dont know why im doing it for you

Joe: do you want to, or do you think you need to

Ronnie: what the fuck does it matter

Joe: you either fuck with me, you like fucking with me or you think you’ve got to protect me or some bollocks

Ronnie: protect you from the needle i stuck in your arm yeah that makes loads of sense

Joe: from getting a bad dose, being beat up by one of your dealers

Ronnie: i just wanted a front row seat

Ronnie: im not gonna get one when your family finds out

Joe: that’s fine by me

Joe: you reckon they’ll fly me home for an intervention then?

Joe: shouldn’t be surprising how oblivious they are

Ronnie: i dont care what they do to try & fix it youll be at rock bottom by then

Joe: they won’t try, they don’t

Joe: just because I weren’t shooting up doesn’t mean I haven’t been doing plenty other fucked shit for ages without it ever being a conversation

Joe: one of the kids that they took in, is a walking skeleton

Joe: can’t get her to eat, some reason don’t do anything but try to reason with her like she’s reasonable, never mind the rest

Ronnie: no shit they dont i was proof of it before you or her

Ronnie: in the same town with the same name she fucking gave me and still out of sight out of mind

Joe: precisely

Joe: so if you’re hoping fucking me up will get her to come about then you shouldn’t bother, honestly

Joe: save yourself that disappointment

Ronnie: it aint about her paying attention

Joe: good

Ronnie: you wanna know me i only want you to know what it feels like

Joe: then let’s do it

Ronnie: nah i was rem to reckon it was worth shit

Ronnie: it aint

Ronnie: you aint

Ronnie: youre never gonna have your head wrecked how mine is and i cant be arsed to put the time in fucking you up in the selfish special way i need when you keep pure loving it like

Joe: is that not indicative of how I’m already quite fucked enough

Joe: just because it’s not abandonment based

Joe: what normal cunt would love any of this, even contact you again after the first

Ronnie: fuck no

Ronnie: youre living your best life and it makes me wanna hang myself

Joe: Christ, you’re up yourself, aren’t you

Ronnie: &

Joe: you want me to roll my sleeves up again and show you the recent damage?

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: [pics]

Ronnie: [obvs gotta send him some back]

Joe: [a straight up new one like just did it]

Ronnie: [ofc she has to also like this is a competition]

Joe: [hope you started small so you have somewhere to go ‘cos the vibe]

Ronnie: [knowing y’all you didn’t but it won’t stop you and I will be forever on edge]

Joe: [so grim, don’t pass out]

Ronnie: [or end up needing stitches]

Joe: [probably do them yourselves, ick]

Joe: do you fucking get it yet

Ronnie: why do you care

Joe: why do you think

Ronnie: i keep telling you i dont

Joe: braindead sounds ideal

Ronnie: horse girl not about to suffocate you

Joe: she would if I let her, like

Joe: 🍈🍈

Ronnie: wait til theres a chance ill choke on my vomit next time christ

Joe: so lay back and I’ll tell you some more

Ronnie: ok go

Joe: [go on about Sophie in a way I shall not even bother but let us assume it is crude and rude af]

Ronnie: [we’re not into poor Soph but they clearly are]

Joe: [just fuck and get it out the way lads, so rude to everyone else rn]

Ronnie: [honestly, but hopefully at this dinner party because Jamie jealousy will be off the charts]

Joe: [Charlie gon have to keep quiet ‘til you home lmao]

Joe: Any luck?

Ronnie: got no pasta shapes in my system have i

Ronnie: but why the fuck are you not lurking to save me

Joe: you want me to swallow the bile for you then, okay

Joe: the last one looked deep

Ronnie: deep enough if you wanna pussy out and spit instead

Joe: I don’t

Joe: where are you

Ronnie: dorothys

Joe: he in?

Joe: if I have to show him it’s brotherly concern you’ll only die quicker

Ronnie: nosey cunt wouldve stopped me

Joe: Yeah

Joe: I can say sorry if you want or I can just come patch you up and not lie first

Ronnie: i dont need your help

Joe: I know

Joe: purely wanna save you for my own complex and to be loving life even harder

Ronnie: wank off about the sos from the other day thats it i cant top you carrying me out til the bleeding stops

Joe: I’m coming over

Joe: you’ve got time to lock the door if you really don’t want me to come in

Joe: can get my own shattered glass without breaking his windows

Ronnie: he must like you to have given you his address

Ronnie: but not enough to overshare the door dont lock cos i broke it 💔

Joe: or am I better stalker than you give credit

Joe: thanks for the tip, baby

Ronnie: youd have been waiting for me to get here not the other way round

Joe: You do want me to read your mind

Joe: maybe a lobotomy will help

Ronnie: hot

Ronnie: reading your mind you want me to pass out before you fuck me but its not that deep

Joe: the wound or the vIbEzzZ

Ronnie: this your coming out cos you sound like charlie

Joe: just trying to turn you off, don’t want blood to gush out

Ronnie: liar youd be made up to see that

Joe: not hiding in the bushes yet

Joe: slow down

Ronnie: youre used to being the big brother i get it

Joe: Something like that

Ronnie: i know how to ride a bike without stabilisers or whatever the fuck

Joe: and tie your shoes

Joe: it’s alright, we’ve established I’m not a paedo

Joe: what can’t you do then

Ronnie: err what a nonce would say

Ronnie: read music we also fucking established

Joe: you teach me how to shoot myself up, I’ll teach you how to

Ronnie: not a fair swap i dont need to learn how

Joe: You don’t wanna be a babysitter either, so you’ve said

Ronnie: you dont like me any more or what

Joe: Of course I do

Joe: You got me my own dealer first

Ronnie: you asked me to 1st

Joe: How did I?

Ronnie: what else is ? for a plug without giving a fuck if ive rattled myself into a ditch

Joe: If I talked to you as much as I felt like

Joe: You’d tell me to fuck off more than you already do

Joe: I’ve got no clue where the line is, how much you want me to care

Ronnie: what line

Ronnie: i dont want you to care

Joe: Tough shit

Joe: I didn’t ask you to get me a dealer

Ronnie: you fucking did

Joe: I just didn’t wanna see you suck dick on my behalf, alright, that’s all

Joe: what you do for yourself is your business

Ronnie: calm down nothing i do is for you

Joe: 👌

Ronnie: dont call her then

Joe: you on commission?

Ronnie: 🖕

Joe: If I do, you’ll still have to see me

Ronnie: youll see me bleed out on the kitchen floor 1st

Joe: You’re a pro, I know you’re being overly-dramatic

Ronnie: at opening as many veins as itll take to not have to see you again yeah

Joe: to make me hurry*

Joe: I’m on the tube

Joe: you have to live in the middle of nowhere

Ronnie: no fixed address i told you

Joe: ❗️

Joe: if there’s a break-up or a thruple, you can have the extra room

Joe: makes sense now

Ronnie: it dont make sense you reckon we can afford any extras however far out

Joe: like you said, she’ll get homesick and chuck it in even if Marc won’t dump his girlfriend

Ronnie: if she does youll be homeless too like unless his missus is gonna cover the costs of the en suite for you

Joe: you can have my room, it’s the smallest

Joe: they can have the en-suite palace and I’ll take theirs, which is not next to the others 👌

Ronnie: not that youve thought loads about it

Joe: if you heard her disney playlist everyday, you’d think about it as well

Ronnie: id think about killing her or myself not a cosy little bed swap

Ronnie: shed never hack living with me nor would you

Joe: well that thought is never far from the front of my mind

Joe: if you need the bed, you know it’s yours

Ronnie: get it through your head i need fuck all from you

Joe: yeah, yeah

Ronnie: theres this way of living when youre not inside your ma in every possible sense course you aint heard about it

Joe: you need to prove you’re self-sufficient ‘cos no one’s ever given a shit about you but Charlie and the other one

Joe: I’m aware you’ve made it to your old age without me, you’re alright

Ronnie: i need to be it the only proofs im not dead yet baby

Ronnie: you need me to be old cos im not in a fucking coma & you cant get it up else

Joe: I’d rather be in the coma myself but you can be too

Joe: not calling dibs

Ronnie: oldest gets 1st dibs

Joe: *until the youngest cries about it so much you get told to give in to shut ‘em up

Ronnie: try me

Joe: you know you can’t hack my crying

Joe: does your head in SO much

Ronnie: save it for when you need lube or horse girl is gonna be coming after you with the leftover glue so you can never fucking leave her

Joe: come at you with the needle and sew us together, babe

Joe: unlucky

Ronnie: more than unlucky if i cant bust a stitch open to be the dead girl you want

Joe: you’re the dead girl I want already come on

Ronnie: til i teach you how to 💉 yourself

Joe: nah

Ronnie: 💘

Joe: looking well deformed these days, my one

Ronnie: could cut it out know youd be made up for the matching needlework

Joe: you play mad professor I’ll play corpse

Ronnie: long as i dont have to play nice

Joe: know what you take me for, actually, but no

Joe: obviously not

Ronnie: cant take you anywhere even if i did wanna

Joe: god imagine the dent in your street cred, sis

Ronnie: if i could cry i obviously would

Joe: repression or fucked tear ducts from all the 😭 you been doing

Ronnie: what im that baby faced youre taking me for a newborn now

Joe: nah, mr i don’t fuck kids here, remember

Joe: plus kids are always calling 999 by mistake and they’d get there before me

Joe: maybe, depends how many people have stabbed other people today

Ronnie: id have got the numbers up but ive been busy like

Joe: gotta make time for you, babes

Joe: it’s called self-care

Ronnie: ask me what with

Ronnie: shittest stalker ever you are

Joe: go on

Joe: school us

Ronnie: cant cry cos when i was linking you with a plug you dont want i was getting myself linked with your meds

Ronnie: best guess as a better stalker than you & less basic white girl than your crazy ex

Joe: 💡 fairplay

Joe: won’t tell you any other side-affects, see if you can guess ‘em right

Ronnie: i wasnt gonna take em but you want me to get you so bad

Joe: yeah misunderstood white boy is selling less these days

Joe: help a brother out

Ronnie: fuck all has happened so i probably cant

Joe: 💔 oh well

Joe: they’re nothing exciting, even though I managed to get the highest dosage they’ll do

Ronnie: maybe mines off for not giving you the benefit of the doubt when i could continue reckoning youre such a pussy

Joe: you’ll forget by tomorrow, no problem

Ronnie: neither brother is gonna let me if they walk in on me microdosing theyll reckon its a getting well party and get the deccies out

Joe: only so many times you can just kidding that ‘fore it gets old

Joe: we’ll go out, when I get there

Ronnie: where you kidnapping me to baby

Joe: I know enough to know it’s all wrong turns and blindfolds, not giving you a map

Ronnie: if its a&e no cunts finding your body even with a map

Joe: piss off

Ronnie: give us a clue

Joe: I’ll mark it with an X if you do me

Ronnie: if you ever fucking get here

Joe: if we were sewn together this wouldn’t be a problem

Ronnie: wanting to look like twins so nobodyll give a shit that you wanna fuck me would be something youd think about on the tube mckenna

Joe: they run in my old man’s DNA so have to look for those bastards instead

Joe: all I know about hers is addiction

Ronnie: course he does fuck alls your own idea

Ronnie: if hes got a sister even a meff nancy drew like youll be able to find bastards they had together

Joe: loads, Catholic, remember

Joe: twins kid is black though so process of elimination

Ronnie: cute how that runs in your family too like

Joe: guess so

Joe: not like it’s that crazy a concept

Ronnie: not like youve ever met an irish catholic who werent a saint yeah

Joe: it’s a fucked place to live

Joe: really third world in that respect

Ronnie: your real da is who you wanna look for if hes got no bastards going about its cos he cant knock anyone up

Joe: that your all men are pigs stance

Joe: alright courtney calm down

Joe: I’m out now anyway, don’t need a real mum or dad to come rescue us from the priests and that

Ronnie: nah its a fact unless his twin kept going up the backstreet or he was only sticking it in her other 2 holes

Joe: they didn’t really grow up together

Joe: he left when he was 15

Joe: maybe she was a late bloomer, happy days

Ronnie: 💔 your ma wasn’t then i wouldnt be here

Joe: no dig about how you’re dying now anyway ‘cos I’m taking so long?

Joe: you must be fading fast and not just being a dramatic bitch

Joe: good thing I’m in [wherever we ended up locating y’all] now

Ronnie: shut up i said its not that deep

Ronnie: youre the dramatic bitch legging it here for a fucking scratch

Joe: you wanted me to

Ronnie: you want to i dont give a shit

Joe: right, that’s what I meant

Ronnie: you can stop with the gay shit i told you hes not here

Joe: gays don’t own sarcasm

Ronnie: they own getting attached to cunts fast who dont care

Joe: awh, you being replaced rn?

Ronnie: horse girl wishes

Joe: Can’t catch a break or a man that one

Ronnie: after a pity fuck with you who knows what shed catch

Joe: you wanna infect her by-proxy, you’re so blatant

Ronnie: i shouldve got you to bring her my bloods everywhere

Joe: adding her puke to the mix would make it interesting, sure

Joe: bet she knows first aid

Ronnie: if youre too pussy to break my ribs yourself get back on the tube

Joe: threaten me with a good time

Ronnie: i just did

Joe: without meaning it, yeah

Ronnie: try and hurt me i mean it

Joe: [why do y’all always set the tension so high lads lmao, we know but]

Ronnie: [me and my boo here like calm down you can’t hook up yet but they are both like !!!!]

Joe: [shouldn’t have let you get on that train sir but you would so]

Ronnie: [I shouldn’t let her open her mouth ever but here we are]

Joe: [forreal lmao]

Ronnie: [gotta draw an x on him in her blood when he shows up before we can do a more permanent one however we are either as a scar or tattoo so soz for increasing the tension even more lol]

Joe: [just got to stare at her for ages and then shove her away very dramatically ‘cos you can’t, head through to whichever room she was bleeding in to assess/gawp at]

Ronnie: [she’s gotta lol like well if that’s the best you can do at trying to hurt me I’m not worried]

Joe: [‘whaddya use?’ and just going through this flat as if you’ve been here before/were invited by anyone but Ronnie vaguely because manners can’t matter when we’ve gone this far already]

Ronnie: ['what, you didn't

touch yourself enough on the tube?' but we are obvs showing him whatever we did use because it's just another way to flirt and we can use it to make that x happen so]

Joe: [shakes head ‘spill too much and they emergency stop’ and a look like do I look like I wanna be on a psychward but in a 😏 don’t answer that way, doing our own tallies with it, of course]

Ronnie: ['we're walking then' like where are you taking me don't get comfy bitch]

Joe: [little disbelieving lol like excuse me princess ‘your carriage was unavailable’

Ronnie: ['no shit the horse is dead busy']

Joe: [‘I ain’t taking you to a stable’]

Ronnie: ['that's where we ain't going, now tell me where the fuck we are' because we're like an excited kid about this]

Joe: [it’s cute and we clearly think so even if we’re distracting ourselves with this self-harm so we don’t go too far, unrelated but I haven’t thought where yous are going lmao but I’m vibing something London but something she wouldn’t have done, something music related, also if it has like, kid vibes, bonus, I’ll have to look so just keeping tight-lipped to be annoying and surveying the bloody carnage he’s now added to ‘you want to clean up?’]

Ronnie: [it'd be cute if there was something like thinktank but for music instead of science but idk if that exists anyways in answer to that question she's just gonna remove her top or whatever like yeah it do have blood on even though we know that's not what he means because we're still in a flirty mood despite how annoying his non reply is]

Joe: [that’s what I’m vibing but likewise have no idea, I’m sure there is shit though and you could find it Joseph, anyway, truly the this is fine meme about that ‘cos you can’t turn away 😳 but also boy don’t, moving like you’re gonna come close to her though]

Ronnie: [soz Charlie cos she shamelessly threw her top on the floor and isn't gonna clean up any of this blood even on herself like I literally should say she goes to the sink and then to get clean clothes but instead we all know she's just gonna take Joe's jacket or whatever and put that on, thank god he's all about the layers]

Joe: [god bless the grunge

aesthetic, ‘do you do it in front of him?’ and touching the cuts that are still showing ‘cos you know there’s some still, and it is like when and where do you do this when you do not have a room lmao]

Ronnie: ['yeah' leaving it up to him whether he wants to think it's in an attention whore way cos we're still annoyed at that call out lol but realistically it's just because of how long they've known each other and how they be living, she's not actively trying to upset Charlie that much most of the time]

Joe: [‘does he do it?’ ‘cos we can’t imagine it from the little we know but also can’t imagine him just chilling if he isn’t as fucked as them]

Ronnie: [the facial expression equivalent of his amused lol earlier because no]

Joe: [dropping it even though you find this odd like don’t worry boy, the tea is he is getting over it and wanting her to stop, pulling the jacket sleeve to take her out the door like come on]

Ronnie: ['he knows what'll happen if he tries to stop me' cos you can't tell me that when they were younger he didn't do exactly that and she went ballistic but more importantly HOW DARE YOU BOO because that is 1000% a Fraze move and I'm dead]

Joe: [yes I thought it was legit for a parallel, enjoy the long trip back to central guys]

Ronnie: [idk how we are gonna stop you hooking up to fill the time other than the other people in close proximity lol]

Joe: [maybe a uni/work obligation can come in and he has to go like legit ‘cos that’d kill this off]

Ronnie: [personally devastated that means an iou for this cute date but I love how fuming she would be at never finding out where they were going]

Ronnie: [not to mention the not at all casual and public domestic they’d have would be such a fat mood and show she cares when she’s literally like umm what the fuck do you mean you’re leaving]

Joe: [love how blatant we both are individually]

Ronnie: [hard same]

Joe: They sprung that rehearsal on us last minute

Joe: I already said, I’d give you the funds and you could go do whatever

Ronnie: and i told you to go fuck yourself

Ronnie: or your cello

Joe: I wouldn’t have wasted my time let alone yours if I knew that was gonna happen

Joe: how would you go about fucking a cello, exactly

Ronnie: waste more of your own time figuring it out its your raging hard on for it

Joe: I can’t not go

Joe: they make you sign a bloodoath when you get in basically

Joe: no excuses

Ronnie: youd have found an excuse fast enough if id stuck a needle in your arm

Joe: no, I wouldn’t, ‘cos it wasn’t an option

Joe: there was already enough damage to hide

Ronnie: i dont give a shit what options youve got

Joe: right, tell it to the crowd that amassed, they might believe you a tiny bit more than I do

Joe: I’ll make it up to you, okay

Ronnie: thats what soft cunts wanna hear when you cant hide no more & since you reckon you wont be getting forced into treatment you get to keep your gob shut for all that being sorry bullshit

Joe: make it into something it ain’t ‘cos you can’t hack hearing it

Ronnie: i dont wanna hear from you end of

Joe: alright

Joe: see you around then

Ronnie: 🖕

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Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series

• Ch. 7: Hush, Hush, Hush •

The children walk single file as they descended from the brush from where they had escaped, Eddie in the lead, Richie taking up the caboose. Y/n had helped Mike up the rocks, and shortly after found herself in the middle behind him. Mike cast a glance in her direction as well as the others.

"Thanks, guys," He said, redirecting his gaze to the ground. "But you shouldn't have done that, they'll be after you too, now."

Eddie was the first to chime in. "Oh, no, no, no, Bowers? He's always after us."

"I guess that's one t-t-thing we all have in common," Bill added.

"Yeah, homeschool!" Richie chirped. "Welcome to the Losers Club!"

Y/n smiled at the boy's remark, shaking her head lightly. It was then that Y/n was reminded of the fleeting thoughts from the night before that bounced around her tired, foggy brain. And a familiar feeling bubbled back up to the surface along with it; a sense of belonging. Y/n did not have much luck when it came to getting close to people, aside from Beverly of course. Until that day at the quarry, she had never truly felt at home. And now that they had a new member - the last piece of the puzzle - she knew as long as she had them, she would be whole.

In fact, they would never say it aloud, but each and every member of the Losers Club shared these same feelings. That day marked the beginning of a beautiful and powerful bond that would last a lifetime. Each and every one was just as important as the next and if you were to pluck any from the line, they would never quite be the same. Each of the eight children felt immediately at home with one another, a comfort so deep and profound it could quiet any lurking anxieties or fears.

For a short while, no one said anything, just a peaceful ambiance blanketed the atmosphere as they descended the small hill of grass. Each of them could feel the tall green blades brush their legs, and the silence was filled with the low yet loud rumble of the train traveling along the tracks, yards behind them. When they reached the bottom of the small hill, Y/n scurried up to the front and joined Eddie by his side. Everyone else disperses, scattering amongst one another, Ben silently taking the lead.

"Hey Kaspbrak" Eddie looked to her, a little taken aback but attentive. "I'm counting on you,"

Eddie blushed uncomfortably until he realized what she had been implying. She had been holding her left arm, just below the shoulder, and gestured to it with her eyes. She blushed herself and played it off with a weak laugh.

"My arm?" She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. "If you anyone has a band-aid it's you."

He laughed nervously as well, as he reached into one of his fanny packs, careful to watch his step as he was still walking. He pulled out a bandaid and handed it to her, she smiled in thanks. She wished she could have said she was surprised when he continued to pull supplies out one by one. And she'd be lying if she said she didn't find that a least a little impressive. It reminded her of clowns packed into a clown car. Ugh, she shivered slightly, bad analogy, nevermind.

"Here you go. Also, here's some ointment, it's a special disinfectant - who the fuck knows all the germs that were on that rock, you'll need all the help you can get. I also have gauze, normally I don't carry gauze but since your leg is still pretty bad, I figured I should carry some, just in case. Here you take it, I think I have some more, also, I kept a small wrap of ace bandages, you really need to - wait you have been changing them frequently, right? You always, always change bandages, the bigger the wound the more important it is you change it. Seriously, this is really important because-!"

"BEEP BEEP BEEEP!" Richie shouted suddenly, strolling up and walking between the pair. "Hear that sound, Doctor K? That's the sound of her flat-lining. You took too fucking long, genius, if you were a real doctor she would have bled out on your table already!"

Y/n snickered under her breath, several of the Losers smiled as well. Eddie felt his face grow hot, and he turned angrily to Richie, his face contorted in an angry pout. He was struggling for words, but before he could form a proper sentence, Richie continued.

"Quick tip, Doc, don't talk your patients to death!"

Stan laughed dryly, "Yeah, you're one to talk."

"Hey there, woah, woah, woah!" He threw his arms up in defense. "I'm just givin' the people what they want!"

"Great!" Y/n said excitedly, her face lighting up briefly before falling. "How bout some silence? Beep beep, Richie."

Mike, who had blended into the group so effortlessly and had been silently processing - still adjusting to the group dynamic - laughed suddenly and loudly. Everyone looked to him, taken slightly aback by his sudden, but infectious laugh. And it wasn't long until that laughter spread, everyone had cracked a smile and there was scattered laughter that melted away any previous tension.

By now, Y/n had applied the ointment and the band-aid easily. She handed the tube of disinfectant back to Eddie as well as the gauze.

"Thanks, but the band-aid will do just fine. Luckily, this one is only just a little cut."

Eddie nearly tripped, he had been so lost in thought as he stared anxiously at the gauze outstretched in her hand. He licked his lips nervously, and his eyes flickered to hers. She noted his tentativeness and waited expectantly, but he could hold his tongue no longer, crush or not.

"...Seriously, have you been changing those bandages, you never answered me and I'm sorry but that's disgusting if you haven't changed them cause the wound really needs to air out and if it doesn't you could end up-"

"Christ, Eddie! I've changed them!" Y/n blurted, falling into a small fit of chuckles to show she wasn't truly mad.

He tried to conceal his blush, but he played it off with a vigorous shake of the head and change of topic.

"Hey, where are we going anyway? I can't be out too long or my mom will kill me. One time, I was like, two minutes late for curfew and she had a panic attack."

Ben looked over his shoulder, he had taken the lead and while no one had mentioned it yet, everyone had instinctively followed him.

"Well, I was hoping to show you guys something."

Everyone gave one another an odd, questioning look but they followed Ben into the trees, nevertheless.

×××

Night had fallen the day of the rock fight and another day began. The group of misfits had found themselves in town, where the annual parade was taking place. Wracked with guilt and the unpleasant feeling of being pitied, Y/n was trying to talk Eddie out of buying her the delicious frozen treat she had been ogling. Eddie had noticed the longing in her eyes when she spotted a young child with one of their own, and it was then that he really noticed the effects the sun had on her. Her baggy clothes were sticking to her arms and legs, and he could see beads of sweat percolating above her brow.

Once again, their previous exchange on the fire escape popped into his head and he was reminded once more of how fortunate he was that he could afford such little things he took for granted. The power of suggestion had already gotten to him as well when he saw a frustrated father shoving an ice cream cone at his crying child, and although the sight made him cringe he couldn't quite shake the sudden craving of the sweet treat. Hence their detour to the ice cream cart, he could practically hear Richie ragging on him for getting her something with the audacity to leave him out - What, you skimping out on me now, Eds? - Eddie opted for a vanilla cone for Rich, just to be safe. But none of that stopped Y/n from protesting against it.

"Eddie, you really don't have to do this,"

The young L/n girl looked between the hypochondriac kid and the disgruntled teenager behind the cart, slinging ice cream. Ignoring her protests, he dropped the small pile of coins he had retrieved from his fanny pack onto the metal counter of the cart. The overheated employee slid it towards himself to the end of the counter, plucking the quarters from the surface and handed Eddie two vanilla cones. Eddie gladly took them in each napkin-clad hand - he had already grabbed several napkins so as to not spill or drip anything. Y/n watched defeated, albeit a bit excited, as the young man behind the counter opened another compartment and retrieved the y/f/f popsicle and handed it to her.

She hesitantly took the popsicle, trying her best to mask the ravenous look in her eye.

"Eddie-"

"Look, it's best you have that anyway, it's supposed to get like, really hot out today so it's best you keep cool or you could be one step closer to heatstroke. And let me tell you, that is not fun, not fun at all! Did you know that-"

A loud burst of noise disrupted their conversation and they turned to see the cause. Richie had gotten his hands on one of the marching bands instruments - a tuba by the looks, and sound of it. The owner of the tuba was angrily reaching for it but Richie managed to keep it out of his reach. His cheeks puffed and his face turned pink as a few short bursts of noise came from the instrument.

Eddie and Y/n shared an amused look and Y/n's eyes fell to the popsicle. She sighed lightly, trying to tame the pit in her stomach that always occurred when she was pitied. Now Y/n appreciated the gesture, she really did. It was awfully sweet of the boy, and she would be lying if she said it didn't make her stomach do a small flip, but all that was easily drowned out by how small she felt. She hated being a charity case, it was bad enough Beverly had basically kept her fed all these years but Y/n reminded herself that their friendship was symbiotic - they each had something to offer the other. But this made her feel like she owed Eddie, and she didn't like that.

The two left the cart and walked along the sidewalk at a steady pace. Nervously, she looked at the boy.

"Eddie, I appreciate it, but I don't want to owe you or anything. I-"

Eddie's face contorted into a confused frown. He chuckled weakly before taking a quick lick of his ice cream. He shook his head.

"You don't owe me! It's just a popsicle, it's no big deal."

Words failed her and she looked at the popsicle tentatively. Eddie noticed this and was scrambling to put out the small fire he had caused.

"Think of it as a favor to me,"

Y/n showed no efforts to hide her confusion. "A favor?"

"Yeah, you stay cool, and I don't have to take care of you when you suffer from heatstroke."

Her frown stayed cemented to her face as she stared at the boy, and Eddie feared his message was lost in translation. For fuck's sake, he didn't mean it like that! Great, now he sounded like a total ass.

Y/n broke out into chuckles and Eddie felt the enormous weight leave his shoulders. He chuckled with her, though they came out more strained and nervous. She shook her head, eyebrows raised.

"Man, you must care if you're willing to make up that load of horse shit." Y/n's tempted eye fell to the popsicle in her hand. "Thanks, shrimp, I appreciate it. But just this one time, okay? I always end up feeling like I owe people whenever they do stuff like this. Even if it's small things, cause a lot of stuff that might seem small to you, are kind of a big deal to me, does that make any sense?"

Eddie nodded.

"To tell you the truth, I've never tried one before."

Eddie's eyes widened and he looked frantically between her and her dessert.

"You gotta try it! They're really good!"

Y/n smiled weakly.

"Eddie, I mean it. Do you get what I'm saying?"

Eddie nodded eagerly, his eyes frequently falling to the popsicle.

"I get it, won't happen again. I promise. But seriously, you gotta try it! Really though, before it melts."

Y/n examined the frozen y/f/f pop and noticed the ice was thinning. She shrugged at Eddie and tried the popsicle. Her eyes widened and she gaped at the boy.

"Holy shit."

Eddie grinned eagerly, and by now the two were approaching Richie.

"Right?"

"Dammit, Eddie! You really shouldn't have done this, I'm gonna want another one!" She whined, though her voice held a twinge of humor.

She switched the popsicle to the other hand to lick the melted residue that had made it on her fingers. Eddie was quick to supply her with an extra napkin which she thanked him for.

Eddie laughed at her words and he noticed he had caught Richie's eye. More specifically, the extra ice cream cone did. Richie abandoned the tuba and waltzed over to the boy, gladly accepting the treat and the trio found themselves joining the rest of the group just inside the alley. They were all somber, Y/n couldn't help but notice.

"What's wrong?" She asked, drawing all eyes to her. "What are guys talking about?"

"What they always talk about," Richie said simply.

"I actually think it will end," Ben said, ignoring the interruption. "For a little while, at least."

"What do you mean?" Mike asked.

"So I was going over all my Derry research and I charted out all the big events. The Ironworks explosion in 1908, the Bradley Gang in '35, and the Black Spot in '62. And now kids being... I realized this stuff seems to happen-"

"Every 27 years," Bill and Ben finished.

Y/n looked up from her frozen pop and licked her lips, for some reason feeling silly for enjoying such a thing during this discussion. She found her stomach was twisted in knots, though at least, she thought, Eddie was right. She was feeling cooled down. But none of that seemed to matter now. Like it was all a matter of time before all of these fleeting feelings, these little moments, were being packed and stored away for a long time. It was a strange feeling that she couldn't quite identify, a feeling each of the Losers Club was experiencing: that while everyone around them was laughing and playing, enjoying the blissful moments of summer, they themselves each felt as if they were enjoying their last day on earth.

×××

"So let me get this straight," Eddie began, fingers drumming nervously on his right knee. "It comes out from wherever to eat kids for, like, a year? And then what? It just goes into hibernation?"

The Losers found themselves in the park, frozen treats long gone, the pits in their stomachs however still very much present. Bev, Stan, Mike, and Ben were splayed put on the bench, backs to the infamous statue of Paul Bunyan. Richie sat on his parked bike, unfortunate enough to be facing said statue - he never said it but the thing always creeped him out, just something about it. Bill and Eddie each found a seat of their own on the long back of Silver and Y/n laid in the grass before them in between the two bikes. She was propping herself up with her arms and legs splayed out before her. Her leg was healing fast but she didn't want to risk sitting on it and making it worse.

So here the Losers sat, lost in discussion and despite the hot weather, there was a chill in the air that only these eight misfits could feel. Looming over them, watching them, much like It did their own town.

"Maybe, it's like-- What do you call it?" Stan paused, searching for the word. "Cicadas. You know, the bug that only comes out once every seventeen years."

"My grandfather thinks this town is cursed," Mike said. "He says that all the bad things that happen in this town are because of one thing. An evil thing that feeds off the people of Derry."

An evil thing.

The three words that lurked in the back of Y/n's mind all her life. She could feel herself falling back into the pit, the black hole that swallowed her up every time she thought of the looming threat. She could feel herself disconnecting from the world again, watching herself being ripped away from this moment in time and tossed back to that awful night, though she could still hear the worried voices of her friends speaking. Completely unaware of her state of mind. The words were fuzzy and distant, background noise as she felt herself being transported to that day.

"I ain't got much time left, but at least I'm safer than you. I'm old, I've lived my life but you? Well, you're closer to death's door than I am."

"But it can't be one thing. We all saw something different." Stan said, his voice now began to fade out.

The voices were now blending together as memories of her past became her present reality.

"Cause this town, I tell you, this town... There's an evil, evil thing in this world," the man said.

She could hear her younger self whimper in fear, her own voice was squeaky and very frightened. The old voice continued, it shook with fear and the terror was as ripe as his memory, like only seconds had passed, not decades.

"monsters are all too real my child, I've seen 'em with my own two eyes."

Mike's voice found a way through her skull, echoing softly as all the details of the day she worked so hard to forget, came flooding back.

"Maybe. Or maybe it knows what scares us most and that's what we see."

"The Devil himself lives here, right here in this very shit hole and I've waited a very long time for this moment; to be free."

There was a moment of tension-filled silence as the young h/c girl looked up at the slouching figure. The girl clutches her teddy bear tightly to her chest - the sad old thing nearly worn down to threads - tears pooling in her e/c eyes as she stares on in horror at the distant relative. Old and senile he was, why her mother brought her here she didn't know. Y/n would later figure out that it was a final visit of sorts. A last chance to meet some of her family. And while her mother stepped out of the room to retrieve a simple glass of water for the man, he turned unexpectedly to his grandniece and imparted the words she would never forget.

"He's in your closet, under your bed. He's everywhere, always, watchin' you. Waiting for the right moment to snatch you up. And he will get you. He always gets you... he got her, I told her not to go, but she was adventurous you see, much like you kids are these days, and mother didn't like that and she always told us; 'you mind yourself or I'll tell him. I'll tell him...'"

The old man's glossy eyes drifted away, his voice trailing as he was lost in the memory; reliving it all over again.

"Tell who? Who is he?" The young girl asked tearfully?"

He broke from his trance and he looked at her with cold and fearful eyes.

"The Boogeyman." Y/n croaked, breaking from her stupor.

The Losers all looked to their friend in the grass. The color was drained from her [s/c] skin, and her eyes were distant and glassy. Her left leg had inched gradually up and was now clutched tightly against her chest protectively. Seven pairs of eyes were now fixed on her and she gulped.

"My great uncle Henry, I only met him once when I was about five or six, but he- he told me about how he saw the Boogeyman. Not much else, but the way he described It... I don't know, it always stuck with me. I've been afraid of It ever since and then-" Her eyes met Beverly's and she knew she had connected the dots.

"Your ankle." She finished.

Y/n nodded. She shifted in the grass uncomfortably before looking around at her friends. Some of them confused, others connecting dots of their own, but still intrigued and listening.

"When school got out, Bev slept over." Y/n began, filling in Mike especially. "We both fell asleep with the TV on, it woke me up so I got up to turn it off, and then, just as I started to drift off I felt Bev pull on my leg several times. But, I woke up and realized she was fast asleep."

She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the nerves that came crawling back even now. She fixed her eyes on the grass below her, and her fingers worked themselves into the ground. Y/n began fiddling with eh blades of grass, twirling them and ripping some from the ground as she continued.

"Next thing I know, It's pulling me across the carpet and my leg is torn to shreds. It looked like what I always imagined the Boogeyman to be, but... but it also looked like-"

"A clown."

She had to turn her body slightly to look at Eddie, but she nodded, confirming everyone's suspicions from the day before.

"Yeah, I saw a clown too. But It was also a leper." Eddie saw the confused looks scattered across his friends. "He was like a walking infection."

Eddie felt himself fighting his bodily instincts to vomit, still repulsed by the vivid memory. Stan, who had been squirming in his seat the entire exchange, fought desperately to deny the gory truth that lay before them. Trying to convince everyone, himself especially, that this thing couldn't exist. Cause if It did, it would be all too terrible.

"But you didn't," his voice trembled. "Because It isn't real. None of this is. Not Eddie's leper. Or Bill seeing Georgie, or-or woman I keep seeing." His voice broke, he looked down at his feet and the others knew.

He was trying to convince himself.

"She hot?" Richie asked with a half-smirk.

Stan gave Richie an incredulous look, and his voice rose.

"No Richie! She's not hot! Her face is all messed up. None of this makes any sense. They're all like bad dreams."

Mike spoke up, unable to tiptoe around him any longer.

"I don't think so. I know the difference between a bad dream, and real life, okay? Besides, look at Y/n's leg! How do you explain that?"

Y/n gave Mike a thankful nod, and Eddie asked the question she had at the end of her tongue.

"What'd you see? You saw something, too?"

"Yes," Mike answered somberly, and he took a deep breath. "Do you guys know that burned-down house on Harris Avenue?"

Y/n nodded, encouraging Mike to continue.

"I was inside when it burned down." Mike began fiddling with his hands nervously, and Bill could feel his heartache. "Before I was rescued, my mom and dad were trapped in the next room over from me. They were... pushing and pounding on the door, trying to get to me."

Mike's voice broke and he fought hard against the tears that threatened to spill. His heart was breaking in two all over again, he rarely spoke of the incident, always much too saddened by it and each time he did he could hear their frightened screams and the scratches against the door.

"trying to get to me." There was a pause, and Mike swallowed the swollen lump in his throat. "But it was too hot. When the firemen finally found them, the skin on their hands had melted down to the bone."

"Mike," Y/n felt at a loss for words, but all she could manage was a simple few. "I'm so sorry."

He shrugged, and everyone could tell he was already beginning to rebury the memory.

"We're all afraid of something."

"You got that right." Richie quipped.

Everyone looked to the boy and Y/n asked gently.

"What about you, Rich? What are you afraid of?"

His eyes flickered to Eddie against his will, and he ignored the spike in his heart rate when he did so. Everyone was staring at him now and he gulped, looking over his shoulder to see a clown on the stage across the field, staring at him. He returned his gaze to the group, and swallowed nervously, adjusting his bulky glasses.

"Clowns."

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pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier [reddie] word count: 2,261 chapter 1 of 3 beta’d by: @appojoos & @photoboothreddie summary: And yet, Eddie found his feet taking to the Tozier house, standing in the backyard, looking up at Richie Tozier’s bedroom window. It was lit up, looking soft and overly inviting, but Eddie didn’t sneak out of his house to just go into somebody else’s. Eddie picked up a small rock from the ground and tossed it upwards. ⤹ what was supposed to be a small birthday gift for my dearest @eddiekaspprak back literally in november but has ended up not being done even close to on time and i’m now splitting up into chapters. hi i love you.

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It’s not that Eddie Kaspbrak hated his mother. It felt nearly impossible to hate somebody that loved you so much. Too much, Eddie knew. His mother’s love was all-consuming, smothering and didn’t come free. The weight of it threatened to crush him at any given time, and he had to pay for it. He paid for it in freedom, and peace. He paid for it with a crushing weight in his gut and a tightness in his chest that wasn’t anything close to asthmatic. Eddie Kaspbrak was seventeen years old and he was one bad day away from erupting stomach ulcers.

Eddie didn’t slam his bedroom door, no matter how much he wanted to. He knew that it would only bring his mother to the bottom of the stairs to scream up at him. She wouldn’t make the trip all the way up just for the fight, but Eddie wasn’t in the mood to listen to her yelling anymore. He couldn’t really handle being in the same house as her right now.

Frowning, Eddie turned towards his bedroom window. He clenched his fists at his sides and bit down on his bottom lip. Eddie wondered for a moment if he was brave. He knew he’d been brave once before. He’d done brave things, things braver than most people his age could ever imagine doing. He’d seen things, been through things. Eddie Kaspbrak knew he was strong. He just forgot sometimes.

Since the Losers Club had started splitting up, moving across the country and overall falling apart, Eddie though he wasn’t as brave as he used to be. He rarely ever felt like the boy who’d stood up to his mother in the hospital, or kicked at a demon clown in the sewers while covered in sludge. He wondered if he had what it took to be that boy again, or if he was gone from his conscious forever.

Eddie grabbed the sweater that was hanging on the back of his desk chair, laid out for school the next morning, and figured that the only way to find that boy was to try and force him back out. Eddie pushed his window up and smiled as the chilly fall air hit his face. His mom always went full lock down this time of year. Allergies this, cold weather that. As a result, Eddie always spent the entirety of October stuck inside of the house when he wasn’t at school. Eddie craved fall with a sort of crazy intensity that he’d never experienced with anything before.

Eddie pulled his running shoes out from under his bed and quickly climbed out of the window frame. He froze for a moment, looking down at the two story fall that was threatening him, and squeezed his eyes shut. He took a short, shaking breath and reached for the tree branch. He leapt, smacking against the trunk as he wrapped his arms tightly around it and pressed his face against the rough wood. Eddie let out a loud, shaky breath and smiled against his own control. He let out a breathy laugh and looked up towards the starry sky. Mike Hanlon always told him that the stars weren’t as visible in other places— cities and high population states—with all the lights and cars. Eddie had always thought that the stars were pretty, but he swore on this night, they were an all new level of beautiful.

Eddie skimmed his way down the tree, clutching hard to each branch and reminding himself not to be afraid with every step down. He reached the ground on shaking legs, and pressed his hands over his mouth as he steadied himself. He laughed into his hands, attempting to stifle it as he glanced towards his living room window. He could see the shifting lights of the TV screen and he backed away slowly as though she’d be able to hear his steps from inside when he knew perfectly well that she couldn’t even hear the phone ringing in the same room as her when she was in front of the television set.

Eddie ran into his first problem when he got to the curb. He didn’t have any sort of plan, or any idea of where he was going. He pondered for a moment, but he knew he couldn’t just turn around and go back into his room when he’d already gotten so far. The momentary panic over where to go passed quickly. There was only one true answer either way.

Moving into their senior year of high school, The Losers Club was mostly dismantled. Beverly had left the same summer of IT, and Bill’s family had left not long into the school year. They’d moved clear across the ocean to get away from the haunting images of Georgie at every corner in town, and Eddie couldn’t blame them. He knew they all had ghosts in this town, but the Denbrough’s were much closer to the surface at any given point in time. Ben’s family had left during sophomore year, very suddenly. It had felt like one day he was there, and the next he simply… wasn’t anymore. Mike had been much further ahead in the curriculum when he’d switched into public school for high school, ending up a year ahead of the other Losers, and had already graduated. He’d started at the University of Bangor a month earlier, and though he came home every weekend, Eddie didn’t see him much anymore. And Stan- well, Eddie strongly supposed that Richie was the only person who still saw Stanley Uris outside of school, and mostly because Richie refused to let Stan push him away like he’d done with everybody else after IT. Eddie respected Richie’s friendship and loyalty to Stan, even when it made his stomach twinge with something icky and annoying when he thought about it for more than a short moment.

Eddie still saw Richie around, they ate lunch together most days and sat together in their classes, but in the last few months, something in their friendship had shifted. Eddie knew he was partly—okay mostly—responsible for the rift between them but he often told himself that it wasn’t as though Richie fought him on it either. Eddie wasn’t sure he wanted him to, because as much as he missed Richie something fierce, Eddie had some misgivings he had to work through on his own.

And yet, Eddie found his feet taking him to the Tozier house, standing in the backyard, looking up at Richie Tozier’s bedroom window. It was lit up, looking soft and overly inviting, but Eddie didn’t sneak out of his house to just go into somebody else’s. Eddie picked up a small rock from the ground and tossed it upwards.

He paused for another moment, and was reaching for a second rock, when the window above opened slowly and a messy head of hair popped out. Eddie’s heart stuttered as he looked up, and he couldn’t hold back his grin.

“Eds?” Richie called out, and Eddie could barely see how his face crinkled up. Eddie waved in what he knew was a dorky fashion, but it didn’t matter much when it made Richie grin. “Isn’t it past your curfew?”

Eddie shrugged one shoulder. “What’s she going to do about it? Ground me?”

“You want me to let you in?” Richie asked.

“Nah.” Eddie said. “Come down here.”

“Okay…” Richie chuckled. “I’ll meet you at the front door. Which you could have just knocked on, by the way.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Eddie asked with a waggle of his brows that he knew Richie wouldn’t be able to see even with his glasses on. Richie shook his head and closed the window, and Eddie half-skipped towards the Tozier’s front door. He was giddy with some sort of deep excitement that he didn’t want to put too much thought into. He felt as if he waited forever outside the Tozier house before Richie finally came out the door. He bounced over and kissed Eddie wetly on the cheek andEddie hoped that the darkness of the night time would cover up his flush. Richie’s arm wrapped around his shoulder, pressing Eddie against his side. “So, what’s the plan, my love?”

Eddie knew the darkness couldn’t cover up the full blush this time, and he turned his face away. Richie kept his arm around him. “I don’t know.” Eddie said honestly. “I didn’t really have a plan at all. I just saw my window and the next thing I knew, I was in a tree.”

“Little rebel Eds!” Richie cheered, jostling Eddie. “I always knew you had it in you! You’re braver than you think!”

“Thanks, Rich.” Eddie said bashfully. “But really, I don’t have any sort of plan. We could go to the Quarry or something? If you want to?”

“Nah.” Richie said. Eddie looked up, surprised, and his stomach jumped at the twinkle in Richie’s eye. “We can go to the Quarry anytime. This is your first time sneaking out, we gotta do something exciting. Something we’ve never done before.”

“I don’t think there’s anything in Derry that we’ve never done before.” Eddie said, his voice coming out just a little too sad. Richie frowned, his brow dipping down and Eddie’s heart fluttered as guilt ticked at the back of his neck. “But it’s fine, really, we can just—”

Richie grinned before he reached down and grabbed Eddie’s hand, beginning to tug him down the dark street. Eddie gasped as his feet hit the ground in a rush to keep up with Richie’s pace. He didn’t want to trip over his own feet, and drag them both down.

“Richie!” Eddie cried, half laughing, half gasping. He was terrified that he would trip and fall, but Richie didn’t seem to have any of those fears at all, taking large strides and Eddie didn’t feel out of breath at all. They took the darkening streets of Derry faster than Eddie had ever travelled without running from something terrifying.

Eddie wasn’t sure exactly how long they ran for, mostly silent aside from the occasional burst of laughter from one or the other, but before Eddie knew it they were running up towards the train station. The lights were on inside, and Eddie felt his heart flutter in his chest. He looked over to Richie, who was smiling at the building while the light reflected in his eyes. He turned to Eddie, their hands still joined, and tugged him inside.

The man behind the glass had given Eddie the creeps since he was just a little boy getting on the train with his mother to visit her sisters. Before Eddie learned first hand that the world was crawling with monsters, he’d thought Gordon at the Train Station was the scariest thing he’d ever seen. With sheet white skin, blue eyes that seemed inhumanly large for his face and black hair that he slicked back with so much hair product it looked permanently wet. At five years old, Eddie had once cried to his mother about the vampire at the station. Sonia had had no time for such whims and foolish fears, but even after defeating an evil kid eating clown, Gordon still freaked Eddie out.

Richie’s hand tightened around Eddie’s as though he knew, and he stood mostly in front of Eddie as he approached the counter. “Two tickets for Chamberlain please.”

Eddie blinked at Richie, frowning in confusion. He knew that Gordon was probably giving him quite a similar look. Chamberlain was a town not too far from Derry, but people did not get off at Chamberlain. It was a ghost town, long since abandoned by all their residents. If rumours were to be believed, there had been some sort of terrible massacre at the high school, and nobody had been able to stomach living there any longer. Within two weeks, each house on every block stood empty and buildings fell into ruins. Eddie supposed it must have been something a little deeper than just some high school students dying for the entire town to up to leave. After all, Eddie lived in a town where children got snatched out of the streets and were never heard from again, and most of the residents barely blinked.

“Now what business do you have out in Chamberlain, boy?” Gordon asked, leaning forward on his elbows and glaring at Richie through the scratched and dirty glass. “That whole place is a ghost town, ain’t nothing for you there.”

Richie raised his brow and gave him a half smirk. “Is it in your job description to inquire why every passenger is going to their destination, or is it just to sell tickets and look miserable all the fucking time?”

Gordon scowled at Richie and Eddie stepped slightly to duck further behind Richie. “Have it your way, kid.” Gordon slid two tickets under the window and gave them both what almost appeared to be sympathetic looks. “Y’all keep your money, I’m not about taking cash from people walking into their deaths. You can pay me if you make it back.”

Eddie’s mouth dropped open, but Richie seemed to take it in stride. “Sick.” He said, grabbing the tickets off the counter and ducking towards the outside platform. Eddie remained, frozen to the spot. Gordon held eye contact with him until Eddie felt his skin break out into goosebumps and he physically had to look away.

“You take care of yourself, Kaspbrak.” Gordon said in a low voice, before taking hold of the window shade and pulling it remove himself from view.

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