#and richie was brave against max

[im-not-a-l0ser]

It makes sense that Grace is attracted to Max’s violence, just as it makes sense that Richie is attracted to Max’s bravery.

[officerrrfriendly]

The Taken, First Strike.

stranger things conjuring!AU, priest!steve harrington x demonologist/clairvoyant!fem reader.

With an abundance of reluctance, your feet found themselves taking brave steps one after another as they eventually met a birch-wood doorway. But it wasn't any ordinary doorway, inside sat her. The frail and misfortunate Maxine Mayfield, who you still referred to as such- out of a habit of profession- much despite her insistence on "just calling her max, she doesn't go by Maxine anymore."

And in that moment, all of your previous doubts from earlier flooded back into your brain, before you could give into them and turn back, she spoke out. She called your name, a glint of hope present in her tone with some desperation, too.

You sigh heavily to try and alleviate all the weight you suddenly feel pressing against your chest before you eventually reply.

"Hi, Maxine," you mutter, smiling softly before slowly approaching the vacant armchair beside her, full of funky patterns and colours. She sat timidly, her hands held onto one another whilst fingers from each hand wandered over freckles on the backs of her hands she had forgotten she had. Her hair was shorter now, bobbed and fell just below her ears but she was still so beautiful. You tried your hardest to avoid looking into the milky white orb of her left eye and the thick bandage that covered the gaping wound on her right.

If you thought about that night for any longer, you thought you would just about lose your mind- so you shook your head of protruding thoughts and focussed on the topic of importance here, which was the girl beside you.

She laughs, and this time it wasn't humourless or dry but it was real, amusing. "How many times have I told you to just call me Max, hm?" she pokes, she sits further up in her seat as you laugh along with her.

"If I had to guess...I'd say only about 100 million times," you say, with a sigh. Your answer makes her smile for a moment but then she sighs, something is clearly bothering her.

Unexpectedly, without needing encouragement to open up, she speaks. "No one's visited in a while, Lucas...he finds it hard coming here, seeing me like this. He's never said it- but..." she huffs, lowering her head down to the floor. "I know that every time he's here with me he's just stuck in that night, what happened to Billy...me. Even though I can't see him, I can sense it, he's terrified to be around me and I hate it. I hate it because I love him so much...do you have somebody like that?" As the forbidden question leaves her tongue it triggers thoughts you had wished to never think about again, you think of him- and how neither of you haven't seen or spoken to each other since that very night.

Your head shakes, wishing to be done with the thought of Father Steve, and how you've treated him since after the night of July 4th 1983...at the exorcism of Billy Hargrove.

"I'd rather not answer that question... Honey, tell me more about what's been going on with Lucas!"

.•.•.•

You wipe desperately at your tears as they fall on your way to your ocean-blue Austin Maestro car. Your fingers struggle to keep up with the vast amount that began to flood out of your tear ducts.

You harboured a considerably brave face - despite Max not being able to notice it- throughout the entire hour after Max had asked you that god-forsaken question to which you had no answer.

She had talked about Billy, her nightmares, PTSD, her love life and even her mom running off to the other side of the world with her new young boyfriend and a bottle of Jack...she lived a sad life, one you had hoped to someday be able to save her from. You wanted her to come and live in your miniature, yet cosy townhouse you had inherited from your late father Richie, god bless his soul.

Seeing her so frail and lonely, woke a sadness inside you that hadn't long gone away, however that sadness also carried a fuckton of guilt. The guilt of knowing that if you had actually, fully prepared for what you were getting into, perhaps you could have saved Billy Hargrove, Max's eyesight (and her sanity), along with her family.

CLONK, you pull on the door handle to the driver's side door and hop inside before taking one last pitiful glance at the hospice. "I'll be back for you...Max," you mutter.

You turn the rusty key into the ignition. The engine fires to life.

.•.•.•

Days had passed and now you were sitting, pondering in your office inside your humble abode. Max hadn't left your mind since your previous visit and you were thinking through the idea that has floated into your noggin and is actively refusing to leave.

A THUD snaps you out of your daydreams and you quickly glance up from your oak-stained desk to see the culprit who dropped four thick textbooks in front of you, stacked on top of one another. You groan when you realise that it's just Robin, the nosy librarian-now-assistant with a child-like grin on her face. 'Oh, she's up to something' you thought, rolling your eyes before asking- "What is it now, Roberto?" you ask, intrigued as you sit up in your seat.

"I think I may have a case for you, Psychic Sally." she grins smugly, pulling a picture of a young boy out of her pocket.

Now that caught your attention.

"Tell me everything."

And she does, she tells you about how a 'Joyce Byers' had called several times today whilst you were out buying groceries begging to speak with you, for your help and assistance as she believes something is gravely wrong with her 11-year-old boy Will and has been ever since they moved into their house two weeks ago with her fiance, Bob.

She claimed a fever, a change in behaviour, sickness and bruising randomly appearing all over his body seemingly coming from nowhere. OH! And not to mention whatever 'entity' is wreaking havoc among them is causing a putrid, rotten smell to linger throughout the entire house...and her dog suddenly died the first night living there after it refused to enter the home.

You were going to visit the Byers' residence...but not alone.

You had somebody to visit.

"Call Father Steve and tell him I need to speak with him immediately, please Robin," you demand, sighing nervously. as your right foot begins to shake uncontrollably under the table.

"Are you sure that's a...I...uhhh-yes! yes, I will go and do that for you right now, if that's...are you sure that's what you want to do because you know I can totally-" she rambles, her voice high-pitched and unsure.

You can't find words so you nod repeatedly, sporting a polite smile and motion at the door. She nervously laughs, gulping "Ha ha ha ha, well! I am just gonna - yep! Haha! Going," she begins to back out of the room pointing to the door, "going..." she reaches the handle before forcibly chuckling, "and gone!" she shuts the door and you can hear her scold "What the hell is wrong with you?...freak!! god...how do I still have this job?"

.•.•.•

"God...how do I still have this job?" Robin questions, huffing embarrassedly. She treks down the terracotta-painted hallway, full of plants and pictures of who Robin had learned to have been your late father. She had found that out accidentally on the first day of moving in with you when she asked, "Is that your husband?" which sparked a very awkward, tense conversation that you both had very quickly laughed off.

She had reached the coffee-coloured door with the cream handle and twisted it, opening the door to her room- filled with posters of Molly Ringwald, Phoebe Cates, Lisa Bonet, Madonna you name it and she had it!!

Full of purpose she sits on her side of the bed, cross-legged and grabs the telephone from her bedside table and dials Father Steve's number carefully before knawing on her lip and impending an answer.

The phone rings a good three times before there's an answer.

"Hello?"

A/N - Hi babies!! how was that?! I know it wasn't the longest but its just to give the story a good push before we really dive into the plot and have some fun. Poor Max :(( SHE DESERVES BETTER!! and poor Chester, such a sweet dog.

LMK how you found this chapter!!

current taglist: @stveharringtn

comment to be added loves :))

[antisociallilbrat]

Comparing IT Losers Club and the Party is interesting character-wise. Which Party members represent which Losers Club in your opinion?

I have been waiting for someone to ask me this, thank you anon, you're encouraging my nonsense.

As Entrapta from spop said: “You're asking me about my theories? I've waited years for someone to ask me about my theories! Hang on, I made a model.”

So long story short, Suffer Brother wanted to direct the It remake, they got denied and so they went and made St instead. Here's an article on this, read it, it's interesting despite being dated.

They took a lot inspiration from It and this reflects in The Party in season one. I'm going to compare The Party to The Losers from how they were portrayed in season one- so no Max. Because while The Losers were the blueprint for The Party, they did grow into their own characters as the seasons went on. Also season one of St came out before the It remake the Suffer Brother's would've pulled from the It book and/or the miniseries.

Mike: he is so Bill Denbrough coded. He's kinda like the unspoken leader (this goes away after season one though I feel like) of the Party. He's the Dm after all (again, season one) He's protective of the ones he loves and is willing to go to extremes to protect them. The cliff scene. He's picked on but not to the extent his other friends are. Also he gets the girl, Billverly anyone? yes I know, I'm talking season one only

Dustin: Him and Richie would be horrible in the same room together. They're similar in their humor. He's also is a bit like Mike H, the peacekeeper. The unit that keeps everyone together, Mike calling everyone back to Derry and Dustin trying to get Lucas and Mike to make amends after their fight. And him and Mike are both kinda nerds. Well kinda for Mike H, Dustin is a nerd.

Lucas: He, like Dustin, is Richie coded. Not so much Richie's humor but more his determination, his strong personality? His fight with Mike in season one is very reminiscent of Bill and Richie's fight. Although again, St came out before the It remake so I'm talking more about how their personalities could clash in the other It medias. The two are like brothers, Mike and Lucas & Bill and Richie. I would even say he's a little bit, just a bit, like Stan, wary of the unknown and supernatural, like how he was with El. After season one he's nothing like Stan though.

Will: he's so Eddie. He is Eddie if Eddie had a good mom. Will had to be brave to face the monsters, just like Eddie had to to be against It. Physically on the smaller side, like Eddie, but he will fight for his friends and his life. But I feel his more reserved personality is more reminiscent of Ben. He's the happiest around his friends, like Ben, and he honestly just wants them to be happy too. Also they're both creative people.

El: She's kinda hard to say but she is Bev coded. The abusive father figure, running into a bunch of boys that accept her despite reasons not to-El having powers and Bev and the rumors about her, and they both end up with the 'leader' at first. But Bev ended up with Ben as adults. Will, El, and Mike is comparable to the to the Bill, Bev, and Ben love triangle so we'll see what happens. (NO I'm not saying she's ending up with Will, do not misconstrued what I am saying, you know what I mean)

I have not read the It book, just bits and pieces here and there and listened to some of the audio book. So I would love to hear from someone who has read It and has different opinions!

There are other parallels I could talk about bc I am feral for this stuff, thank you again anon for asking me this!

[mistletouchunderthetree]

Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier Fic Masterlist

Completed:

Richie Tozier: Come Out & Play (Oneshot, Rated M)

Richie Tozier: Come Out & Play, a new Netflix special! Comedian Richie Tozier is back after a very public mental breakdown. And he's ready to (over)share. (5.7k words)

baby i didn't know, but i'm glad that you found me (Series, Rated E)

1. i've been waiting

Eddie loses touch with the Losers after he's forced to move away from Derry. After 5 years, he finds a way to see his friends again - including Richie, who is just as beautiful as he remembers. (15k words)

2. i'm seeing the most in your eyes

Eddie comes out to his mom, visits with an old friend, applies for a job, and finds his home. (14k words)

we'll get where we're going even if we're late (Oneshot, Rated E)

Richie sees a lot happen in the deadlights. Eddie has to keep reminding him what's real. (7.8k words)

the time and space between us (Oneshot, Rated T)

For Eddie Kaspbrak, dying was just like falling asleep. And then he woke up. (10.7k words)

The Power of Sexting (Oneshot, Rated E)

Richie accidentally sends Eddie a shirtless picture. Things escalate from there. Or, Richie and Eddie play Gay Chicken: Sexting Edition. (4k words)

i love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard? (Chaptered, Rated E)

They'd been so close to everything they ever wanted when they were young. And then they forgot. Now that they're back in Derry, they're remembering. Or, a retelling of Chapter 2, with a happier ending. (36k words)

(Continued Under The Cut)

That's where you'll find me (Series, Rated T)

1. In The Wrong Place Trying to Make it Right

"Richie wasn’t sure how the fuck he’d managed to forget Eddie Kaspbrak. Like, now that he’s got Eddie’s hand in his (his remaining hand, Richie’s traitorous mind reminds him cruelly, and he avoids looking at the hospital gown lying flat against the bed where an arm should be) he remembers everything. " Or, 27 years later, Eddie makes it out of the sewers alive. (5.5k words)

2. Got My Heart Set On Anywhere But Here

“Let’s make it a rule to never talk about It again,” Richie suggested, and Eddie readily agreed. “Let’s focus on the future instead of the past.” “Like visiting New York next week?” Or, 27 years later, Eddie gets divorced. (4.9k words)

3. I'll Be What You Need (Goodbye, Apathy)

"Helping you through nightmares of me dying is the least I can do after you literally nursed me back to health for six weeks," Eddie responded with a tired smile. Richie didn't say anything, just let his head fall back into his pillow, pulling Eddie with him. Eddie sighed as he nestled into Richie's bed. Richie felt his heart beat faster the way it always did when Eddie was in his bedroom, in his bed, in his arms. The small smile that had formed on his face fell, however, when Eddie spoke again. "I think you should see a therapist." Or, 27 years later, Richie goes to therapy. (4.6k words)

Block the Noise, (Oneshot, Rated T)

Richie has a conversation with his newly ex-manager and Eddie doesn't like what he (over)hears. (1.5k words)

i've never seen nobody shine the way you do (Oneshot, Rated T)

It was like this: Richie had thought that moving to New York together, getting an apartment and going to school, would be good for both of them. And it was! But! While Richie had thought that he had reached his limit, his max capacity, the top level of Loving Eddie Kaspbrak, he was now being proven dead wrong. Perhaps there was no cap to how much a man could love Eddie Kaspbrak, and wouldn’t that have been nice to know before he’d gone and moved in with the little asshole. Because it was one thing to see each other every day at school, and to have sleepovers on Friday nights, and to spend their afternoons together doing fuck-all, but it was another to see Eddie fresh from the shower, his wavy hair dripping water droplets onto his bare shoulders, his skin flushed from the heat. It was another to wake up and eat breakfast together every morning and dinner together almost every night. Especially since Eddie had decided to start looking like he did now, all bright-eyed and ready to take on the world. So, it was like this: living with Eddie had him absolutely fucked. (2.6k words)

just hold me close (Oneshot, Rated T)

It's Richie Tozier's birthday, and Eddie Kaspbrak would do anything to make him happy. (1.7k words)

say anything (Oneshot, Rated T)

There were so many things he wanted to say to Richie, all the time, but he just couldn’t. He couldn’t put himself out there, couldn’t risk ruining this friendship. But it was getting harder and harder with every day that passed to keep his mouth shut. (4.6k words)

you heard them say it (Oneshot, Rated T)

Even after she's 6 feet in the ground, Sonia Kaspbrak still lives in Eddie Kaspbrak's head. (2.5k words)

Misinterpretation (Oneshot, Rated T)

A prompt from Tumblr: "I'm only here to establish an alibi." (1.7k words)

let's find the place where happiness begins (Oneshot, Rated T)

After Eddie survives Neibolt, he and Richie have a few things to discuss. (3k words)

make it feel like the first time (Oneshot, Rated T)

“Eddie,” Beverly said, grinning. Eddie felt his heartrate speed up and focused on taking a deep breath. He was 17, he hadn’t carried around his aspirator in ages, and he wasn’t about to have a panic attack in front of his friends over a stupid party game. “Truth or dare?” Eddie gets asked about his first kiss. Too bad he lied about the fact that he's had one. (2.7k words)

keep you sheltered (Oneshot, Rated T)

Richie has a fear of thunderstorms. (1.6k words)

so into you (Oneshot, Rated T)

Richie is tired of Eddie watching from a distance. (1.7k words)

Like Kisses on the Necks of Best Friends (Oneshot, Rated T)

He’d wanted to kiss Richie for ages, and suddenly, on their walk home from school Richie just fuckin’… plants one on him, blushes beet red, uses a Voice to say “Good on ya, mate,” which didn’t even make fucking sense, and then takes off running in the opposite direction. Eddie had stood there, gaping, until Richie was an entire block away. Or, Eddie has to sit on Richie's lap for a car ride two days after Richie kissed him and ran away. It's totally not awkward at all. (2.2k words)

now my bedsheets smell like you (Oneshot, Rated T)

Richie and Eddie can't sleep without each other. (3k words)

You're only brave in the moonlight (Oneshot, Rated T)

A homophobic church sign makes Eddie cry, and Richie decides to do something about it. (2.3k words)

WIP:

once in twenty lifetimes (Twoshot, Rated T)

Eddie Kaspbrak had to say goodbye to his best friend at age 13. He wished desperately to live in some other universe where Richie never had to leave. He can imagine them. Happy together in other, better worlds. 27 years later, Eddie Kaspbrak gets to say hello to his best friend at age 40. Maybe he decides this universe was worth the wait.

isn't it just so pretty to think... (Series, Rated T)

...all along there was some invisible string tying you to me First kisses at every age in every universe.

a supercut of us (Drabble Collection, Rated T-E)

[ar-bi-trary]

Carolina

summary:  being flooded with all your memories at once is not easy, especially when all of them are about one person *cough Eddie cough*

notes: this is part 2 of a collection of reddie drabbles I’ll be writing, so it would be super cool if you check out the first part as well!

words: 1.7k 

also available on ao3

Remembering Derry was like taking that first jump down into the chilling waters of the Quarry. Richie had spent so long teetering one toe off the edge of the cliff and then backing up, wishing he could take the plunge into the murky water below but also fearing what could happen if he did.  

That’s what it felt like when the barrage of memories came to the forefront of his mind. He wanted to remember but he also didn’t. There was good in his childhood here, he was sure of it, but there was also bad mixed in with it. Like the sinking feeling that something really fucked up had happened here- in Derry.  Though the worst of it was the guilt that circled around the good memories, the shameful realization that maybe he was a bit too happy in some of them.

But it was inevitable that he would take the plunge, just like he had at the Quarry. So as he sat, parked in front of the Jade of the Orient, he let those pesky memories into his head. 

It was a mistake.

More specifically, remembering Eddie Kaspbrak was a mistake.

 It was like recalling an ex from years prior- you know that it’s over, that leaving was for the better, but you’ll be damned if the stuff you miss about them doesn’t come popping up out of anywhere. He was so fucking cute with those short shorts, the absolute tease. He was so funny when he’d rattle off about how unsanitary everything was. He was so brave when he stood up to his shitbag mother. It was a non-stop greatest hits playlist of Eddie and Richie could not turn it off. Not alone in his car, not when he greeted Bev and Ben, and absolutely not when he spotted him stood in the restaurant.

For fear of blurting out one of the thousands of thoughts taunting his mind, Richie immediately turned to his favourite coping method- jabs at Eddie’s mom. It did little to help him though because Eddie’s response was an exact duplicate of himself as a kid: rustled the wrong way and stupidly adorable in the way he rolled his eyes. Richie’s heart fluttered in response, something he wasn’t sure he’d experienced in the last twenty-seven years save for a few, less sickeningly sweet- more actually concerning, occurrences. 

Then they’d sat down and Richie had immediately demanded they had to splurge on drinks, “For reunion’s sake”, but really for the sake of easing the hellish torture of his twisting gut. Under the table his thumb was brutally pressed against his palm, willing himself not to vomit.

Then he was stuck on Eddie’s wrist. A weird place to be fixated on,  yes, but it seemed important for some reason. He’s still got a watch. Why did he always wear a watch? He wracked his brain for an answer he knew was there, hiding somewhere in the clutter of newly transplanted memories. Shit. His medicine. He timed it. It went off every goddamn hour it was annoying. I wanted to chuck that thing on the road so bad. Richie suddenly had the distinct urge to reach over and rip the accessory right off his wrist. But he didn’t, because it was apparently his turn to share something about his new and ‘improved’ life.

This, ultimately, was another reason why remembering everything sucked- because his life had never looked duller than when it was compared against the bright and action-filled scenes of his memories. So he made another joke, “Yeah dude, me and your mom…” (he’d certainly gotten back into his rhythm with those) and shoved the rest aside.

Next, it was Eddie’s turn to share and Richie was trying his hardest to keep his genuine curiosity at bay. He forced himself to stay leaned backwards, letting Eddie’s speech be thrown into the mix of the other conversations in the restaurant. But he heard it all loud and clear regardless. Eddie had gotten married. 

No big deal, they were forty and this was normal. But it didn’t feel right- like he should have known before now- and before he could bite his tongue on the matter he had to ask, “What, to like a woman?”

Fuck. 

Eddie took it as an insult, but he wasn’t exactly relieved about it. It had taken him off the hook, sure, but it wasn’t what he meant. He wanted an answer from him. Though now he realized that he likely knew it anyways. So why the fuck had he asked?

After that, Richie couldn’t help but force his eyes to look anywhere else even when they always ended up glancing back at Eddie, like that was where he was meant to look. He didn’t want to look though because every time a new similarity from the past would be highlighted, like it physically shone brighter.

 His eyes are still just as wide and innocent-looking, his fingernails are still neatly filed, his hair is the same shade of brown that compliments his complexion so well.

 Each one was a new revelation he had to experience, a new reason for him to like Eddie, a new reason to…. Nope, he was not going to finish that thought.

The itching feeling that this reunion dinner would remain unbearable for the rest of the night did, thankfully, fade away. Ensuring that his beer glass was constantly full had finally paid off and suddenly his brain didn’t feel as clogged. None of his thoughts had gone away but they didn’t seem so pressing anymore- like they were just floating there for the time being. And that was surprisingly enough for him to relax with them.

Holy shit, his hand is so small. Has it always been this small or do I just have huge, fucking hands? And it’s smooth, damn him and his moisturizer. Only he would regularly use that stuff, but then his hands feel so nice after.

Wait. We’re arm wrestling right now. I’m supposed to be winning this shit.

His focus kicked back into gear and he easily slammed Eddie’s hand down on the table. If Eddie knew he hadn’t been trying for most of the match, he sure didn’t show it. Relief wavered over Richie as he wiped away the sweat clinging to his forehead. 

The energy of the group carried him through most of the night. They were captivated by him, but not as an audience. They were his friends. They groaned at his jokes and yelled retorts back at him, but they were laughing as well. Eddie was laughing. He knew the sound well enough that it stuck out amongst the crowd of voices, and it made Richie’s heart swell. 

Even later, when it seemed Eddie was two seconds away from passing out, Richie could still hear him exhale a little out of his nose. 

And then Eddie had nearly slid right out of his seat, and Richie had instinctively slapped a hand on his shoulder just before he’d dropped to the floor. And it all felt far too familiar. This has happened before. Why the fuck do I remember him dropping out of his chair? It frustrated him too much that his shitty returned memories were so present in his head but he could never fully recall them when he needed to. His hand remained fully stuck on Eddie’s shoulder, hand gripping on to the fabric like a lifeline as he went searching the expanse of his head for an answer.

They were teenagers. Seventeen. Eddie had been drunk and Richie knew he was the reason. He saw himself hand the the smaller boy a bottle, nod reassuringly at him, and then he felt the jolt of shock course through his veins when Eddie had downed the whole fucking thing. He’d been so astonished and… And turned on. Then Eddie went hyper to the max- more so than usual. He’d been so fucking giggly- that’s where he remembered his laugh from. 

Slowly Eddie’s energy had died down though, his body slumped against the table in Richie’s kitchen. But his eyes were wide open and alert, watching Richie so intently that it had made the back of Richie’s neck burn. Ed’s was too tired though and he’d fallen straight out of his chair and hit the floor. Richie was by his side before he could even remember getting out of his own seat. 

His gut clenched at the image of Eddie on the floor, feeling the same intense worry that had destroyed in that moment. Shit what if if he’s unconscious? What the fuck did I just do? Think Richie think. Check if he’s breathing… Fuck, okay he’s alive.

“Richie?” 

Eddie had moaned so softly that Richie would’ve missed it had he not been so close. 

And then his vision started to blur. Now isn’t the time to be crying goddamnit. He needs rest not some dumbass sobbing over him. So he shakily lifted the boy into his arms, one arm around his back and the other looped underneath both his legs.  And,  with as much certainty as he could muster (which was not much), he whispered to Eddie that he’d be okay. He wasn’t even sure he would hear it but he continued speaking to him anyways

He took Eddie to his bedroom and laid him down on the bed, unsure of what else he could do without alerting his parents that their son had dragged some kid into getting wasted while they were out. So he tucked him in and guiltily ran a hand through his hair. 

That was twenty-seven years ago. Now he was forty and had most definitely been gripping Eddie’s shoulder for a period of time long past appropriate. 

“Are you okay?” 

Eddie would be fine. He hadn’t fallen- and even if he had, hitting the floor wasn’t going to kill him or anything.  Richie wasn’t stupid, he knew this. 

Still, he didn’t lift a finger from his grip on his shoulder until Eddie nodded in response.

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Closer, March 25

Cover: Alex Trebek’s Brave Battle Against Stage 4 Cancer 

Page 1: Contents, What I’ve Learned by Sidney Poitier, Joke of the Week by Johnny Carson

Page 2: Generation Wow -- Pink dresses -- Laurie Holden, Gloria Reuben, Katheryn Winnick, Regina King 

Page 3: Leslie Mann, Maya Rudolph, Helen Mirren, Angela Bassett 

Page 4: Cindy Crawford -- Why she’s a role model to her daughter Kaia Gerber 

Page 5: Michael J. Fox opens up about overcoming health setbacks, Deana Martin carrying on her father Dean Martin’s roasts 

Page 6: Julianne Moore and John Turturro working together again for the first time 

Page 7: Hellos & Goodbyes 

Page 8: Picture Perfect -- Hugh Jackman 

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Page 10: Donnie Osmond, Molly Shannon and Debra Messing, Jennifer Garner 

Page 12: Kristen Bell and Dax Shepard, Micky Dolenz and Michael Nesmith of The Monkees, American Idol hosts Lionel Richie and Luke Bryan and Katy Perry and Ryan Seacrest 

Page 14: Joey Fatone, Ice T and Coco with daughter, Dwayne Johnson 

Page 16: Queen Elizabeth II brings peace back to the palace and demands that Duchess Kate and Duchess Meghan put their differences aside 

Page 18: Cover Story -- Alex Trebek vows to beat pancreatic cancer with love, hope and faith 

Page 22: Remembering Luke Perry 

Page 24: Meryl Streep becomes a grandmother for the first time at age 69 

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Just Another Day: Chapter 7

I'm really sorry that this update took a whole month but university has been kicking my butt!!! Hopefully it was worth the wait!

words: 2.1K

summary: Stranger Things/IT crossover in which Richie and Mike are twins, Mileven is real, and even though Hawkins Lab was shut down what lies beneath the Upside Down is still up to no good!

READ ON AO3 // chapter 6

The group stood in their spots, their feet glued to the ground in fear. None of them knew who or what the lady in front of them was but they could all tell that she wasn’t safe and that they needed to get out of there. Everyone looked around at each other, waiting for someone to say something, make a decision or a plan of how to get them all out safely.

“No thank you,” Mike finally broke the silence. “We actually all had dinner already.”

“Yeah, we’ll just be going now!” Dustin chimed in bravely. Thinking this was their chance to slip away, the group turned around to head back outside through the door.

The lady tilted her head. “What’s your hurry?” She asked. Lucas reached for the door handle to push it open, but he heard a click noise signalling that the door had been locked. They all turned back around to see the lady standing in front of them now, just about seven feet away. “Please, have a seat.” She gestured towards the long table that ran down the center of the diner. The table wasn’t there before and none of them could wrap their head around how it had mysteriously appeared.

“Just d-do what she says,” Bill whispered to the group and they all slowly shuffled their way towards the table. They each sat down carefully, sliding into their seats slowly.

Richie slipped into his chair, his hand still firmly in Eddie’s. He could feel Eddie’s smaller hand slowly grip his tighter and Richie gave him a small squeeze. Eddie turned his head to look at Richie and he gave him a reassuring head nod.

“Now,” the lady began to speak. “Mike already mentioned that you have all eaten dinner so how about some desert?” She asked. “I have some pies, a few cakes, there’s even ice cream and sorbets in the freezer too!” She walked away from the table and back behind the counter. She reached for an apron that was laying over the counter and she slipped it on. “I know you all seem to be fans of milkshakes, I can whip some of those up for you all too.” She offered as she tied the apron’s strings in front of her waist.

“I’ll have a slice pie.” Beverly said. Max, who was sitting next to her, whipped her head around to glare at the other red-headed girl. “With some vanilla ice cream too, please.”

The lady clapped her hands together in delight. “Coming right up!” She turned to move around behind the counter, putting together Beverly’s request.

“Bev, what the fuck are you doing?” Dustin asked leaning in over the table. He had lowered his voice, so the lady couldn’t hear.

“If this is your ‘I want to run towards something and not away’ crap then you can just stop it right now!” Stan ordered.

Beverly looked back over at the girl to make sure she wasn’t watching them. “Look, we’re already in this situation and by the feeling this creepy place gives me, I don’t think we’re getting out of it anytime soon, “she explained. “I might as well eat some free pie while I’m still alive.”

“But what if it’s poisonous?” Will asked with concern.

Beverly shrugged. “Then I’m going out eating my favourite food!”

Mike crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. He leaned back into his chair, slouching slightly. He eyed the lady as she walked towards the table with Beverly’s pie in her hand. She carefully placed the plate in front of her and gave her a smile and a bon appetite. She moved to the other end of the table where Bill and Mikey were sitting and started talking to them, asking what they would like to eat. Mike quietly scooted his chair closer to Eleven’s who was sat next to him.

“Is there anything you can do?” He whispered to her.

She shook her head. “I don’t know,” she whispered back. “I don’t know what she is and if I tried to hurt her, I’m not sure how much it would take out of me.”

Mike nodded his head. He knew that Eleven was capable of a lot of things, especially since her time spent in the cabin, but she was right. No matter how strong she was, they didn’t know what they were dealing with and they couldn’t afford to mess around and risk someone getting hurt. They both looked back at the lady who had now brought desert to a few of the others, but Richie, Eddie, and Will had all refused to eat anything.

Richie had his arms crossed over his chest, sitting in the same position as his twin now. He chewed on his lip as he analyzed the situation he was currently in. Across from him a few of his friends were nibbling on the desert that the mystery lady had brought them. She had yet to tell them her name or why she insisted that they all eat her food. Richie couldn’t understand why any of them were even eating the food either. Had their mothers not taught them to refuse food from strangers, especially ones who were not from this dimension?

The lady was now standing on the side of the table across from where Richie was sat and she placed her hands on her hips. “Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat, Richie?” She asked with her head tilted slightly.

“How come you know my name but I don’t know yours?” Richie asked her bravely. He wasn’t sure where his courage was coming from, maybe it bubbled up from his annoyance of being in the weird situation to begin with.

A look of shock came over her face. “Oh my, what a horrible hostess I am!” She gasped. She shuffled to the end of the table as everyone’s eyes fell upon her. She stood tall with her hands clasped together in front of her waist, her elbows sticking out from the side. “My name is Nagmia,” she explained. “Or you can call me Mia for short.”

“That’s an odd name.” Richie challenged, staring her in the eye.

Her mouth fell into a tight line. “Well, that’s what I am, Richie. Nagmia.” She said. Her gaze challenged Richie back as if her eyes were daggers and she was trying to shoot them through his glasses. Richie refused to look away first. He blinked, but as he did he could have sworn he saw her eyes flicker bright green, the same way he had seen in Eddie days earlier. A shiver fell down his spine.

A silence fell over the room as everyone who was eating went back to their food. The sound of silverware clinking against the china made Richie cringe. He hated everything about the situation. He didn’t understand where they were. He didn’t like the creepy vibe this Nagmia lady was giving him. He definitely hated that his friends were easily accepting the mood she was giving them too.

“This cake is delicious, Mia,” Max complimented as she placed her fork down on the now empty plate.

Nagmia smiled. “Thank you, Maxine.” She accepted. “I am so glad you enjoyed it. Would you like anything else?”

“A milkshake, actually!” Max replied and Nagmia smiled with a nod.

“I’ll have one too,” Beverly chimed in. Bill had lowered his fork too as he requested a milkshake for himself. Soon half of the table had ordered milkshakes and Nagmia returned behind the counter with a smug smile.

“What the hell are you all doing?” Mike asked the group in a hushed tone as the milkshake machine whirred up across the diner.

“Relax Mike,” Dustin sighed. “The food is actually good.”

“It’s probably full of poison for some shit!” Mike stated. “You’re all going to drop dead or start bleeding to death soon because of some desert and we’re going to have to get out of this mess!” He gestured to the others who hadn’t eaten a single bite of the mystery food.

“Maybe not all things are dangerous, Mike,” Lucas said, earning a glare from him.

“Yeah Mike, not all things are dangerous,” Beverly said with a smile. Her eyes were wide, staring at Mike and she tilted her head slightly to the side before her grin faded away and she looked back at her plate.

Nagmia returned with a tray full of drinks, each topped with whipped cream and a bright red maraschino cherry. She placed them down in front of them one by one. Mike watched as she placed one before him, despite not having ordered one.

“I didn’t ask for one.” Mike reminded her as she moved to place one down before Richie beside him. He pushed the drink away from him on the table.

“Just have a sip before denying it entirely.” She requested. Her voice was smooth and for some reason, Mike wanted to listen to her.

Mike looked at the drink in front of him. It did look good, it was probably silky and sweet just how he liked them. He pulled the drink back towards him but didn’t sip it, just looked at it intently. He felt a tap of his thigh from beside him. He looked to Richie, assuming that was where it came from and met his eyes.

Pretend. Richie mouthed to him. Mike furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he watched his brother place his lips on the straw but not suck anything through it. He pulled away and pretended to swallow before licking his lips.

Mike turned back to his drink and did the same, even humming in delight the same way he would if he were drinking a milkshake at their favourite restaurant. He could feel Eleven’s eyes watching him and he did the motion again before turning to her and mouthing the same request Richie had given him. She nodded her head and joined in on the charade too.

Nagmia observed the kids as they all drank their milkshakes, each of them commenting on how sweet and delicious they were. Mike had managed to stir his around making it look like he had drunk some of the drink.

“These were delicious, but I think we should all be on our way now,” Mike said as he pushed up from his chair.

Richie followed suit beside him. “Yeah, thanks for the treat Mia.” The rest of the group stood up and gave their thanks as they all headed for the door. Just as Mike was pushing open the door, Nagmia called out from behind them.

“See you all soon!” Her voice was chipper and knowing.

And with that Mike led them all out. He crossed the street, Eleven and Richie closely behind him and into the bushes that they had climbed through earlier. Once everyone was on the other side he spoke up.

“What the fuck were all of you thinking back there?” He practically yelled at his friends. “Are you all idiots now?”

“Calm down Mike,” Stan insisted. “Nothing bad happened.”

“But it easily could have!” Richie added in. “She could have easily poisoned you all! You could all be dead right now!”

“You were druh-drinking the milkshakes too, though.” Bill stated.

They all shook their heads. “We were pretending to drink the milkshakes, so she wouldn’t suspect anything of us.” Eddie explained. “We’re not dumb enough to get ourselves killed.” Everyone who had drunk them stood there quietly.

“Yeah, I don’t want to deal with all of this sort of thing again,” Will added shyly. “I thought our lives were going to go back to normal.” He paused. “I want my life to be normal.”

“I want our lives to be normal too.” Eleven agreed. “Which is why I didn’t do anything that Mia told me to.” Mike nodded his head in agreement.

“Come on,” Richie said. He started walking ahead of everyone else. “I want to go home.”

Mike gave the group a glare before grabbing El’s hand and following his brother. Eddie kicked a stray rock on the path and crossed his arms as he jogged to join Richie at the front. The rest of the group shuffled behind them through the woods with their heads hanging low.

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my kiddos valentines plans;

copying danni sorry about it.

ivy; dierks was on set so ivy spent the day with her roomies and she kissed cecily on the cheek and bought her a box of heart shaped chocolates lmao. jack sang to her and she fucking Loved It and she told him that dierks wouldn't mind sharing her today and that she was claiming him as her valentine (i'm so sorry). she didn't see will and was sad about it so she sent him a text telling him that she's upset she didn't get to ambush him for cuddles. she also sent conner and riley valentines cards each lmao none for u monty my dude. anyway she spent the evening with dierks, they probably went for a really nice meal and then went back to his for Other Things.

scotty; as we know scotty went a little overboard on donuts and was trying to see how many donuts it was physically possible for him to eat. how is that boy still in such good shape? the mind boggles. anyways he very unapologetically claimed laura as his valentine but he definitely shot eloise a cute, flirty little text. he tried to summon up the courage to text alfie and callum, too, but he chickened out. he definitely sent out texts in the morning to laura, lydia, evie, and all of the cheersquad (including alex), as well as one to christian too.

hazel; haze was definitely working and she had the best day ever handing over cutesy, loved up cupcakes and donuts and the likes to all her customers (though she was a bit baffled by the lovely gent who decided to order 96 donuts!). she got home and decorated cupcakes with ella, and also put up a cover of herself singing love story by taylor swift cos she's a fucking Nerd.

andrew; drew was on set flirting with everyone. he kissed lo. he kissed maggie and ember, too. dierks ducked outta that shit like there's no tomorrow, and he decided he'd just give emma a hug instead of pushing his luck. but he told her that she was pretty and tried again to ask her out on a date lmao.

amelia; AMELIA FLORENCE BARTEN WENT ON A FUCKING DATE WITH LEVI LOWERY

cody; lmao idk kit gave her chocolates and she gave kit a kiss on the fucking mouth lmao. she actually did not go drinking on this here evening, she sorta behaved which is boring. she doesn't give two shits about valentines tho.

darren; darren, you know fucking what i hate this dickhead. i hate him so much. darren spent a lot of time writing a Song for someone (danni don't fucking look at me), but he also sent taylor, james, brooke, bea, alex, rachel, finn, attie, mellie, and harper valentines cards. harper got the biggest card and he painted a god damn family fucking portrait on it, ferris included, because he's so ridiculous i actually hate him a little bit.

hero; hero was definitely working and she gave riley and foster valentines cards and was brave enough to even give riley a kiss on the cheek and a hug. she went to see greyson and brought him a card too, with extra cuddles and told him that she loves him. she wanted to spend more time with him but she had a date with calvin and she felt really guilty because she was worried about greyson, but there you have it. she also got hunter a valentines gift and sent bennett a text that took her 4 hours, 17 minutes, and 21 seconds to muster up the courage to send. she made audrey breakfast too but she didn't make a fuss or anything, she just wanted to do something nice for her bc she adores her.

billy; billy oh my fucking god billy spent the day pining after simon and then feeling guilty about it. he thought about julian a bit, but less than he did last year on valentines day. he's making progress. he wished simon (AND ALL OF HIS EMPLOYEES) a happy valentines day and then went to see how rhodes was doing. he checked on him probably more than he should have, and told him he loves him and then stole one of the cookies harper made for him. he spent the night cuddled on a couch with harry while watching valentines day and regretted it a little. eliana hid in her room because ew, romance.

jax; jaxy was evie's valentine and he decided not to send ronan a text because he's a chicken. he took evie out for a meal though and they stayed up all night watching movies and waiting for daisy to get back from her date so they could get all the details. at his apartment, of course, because he didn't wanna risk seeing ronan. which means oz was probably present for date talk, i'm sorry baby boy.

daisy; went on a date with reuben and had a great time. went back to jaxy's to tell her wee squad all about it, but she definitely stopped by kit's for kisses, cuddles, and her daily kit time. also it was shane's birthday so she didn't forget about that and she brought him a gift and gave him a cuddle and told him to get his shit together with mickey. sorry bout her.

jason; definitely gave caroline a card that said 'i pika-choose you' on it and he was really proud of himself. he gave her loads of cuddles, as always, and sent delaney, elsie, tara, annie, and wardo cute texts too. he didn't do much, though, and just spent the night teasing caroline probably.

lucy; lucy pined after bea a little, if we're being honest. she also sent james and marley long and soppy texts, but spent the night at home doing nothing.

henry; baby boy went birdwatching with wren and blushed and giggled more than is probably socially acceptable, he had a great time and has definitely bombarded riley today to tell him all about it.

indy; indy went out with justin, raegan, and colton, and spent the whole night feeling nervous and insecure. she told justin he's a dick more than once, but never in front of rae or colton. she also spent the morning kissing everyone and anyone that would have her, cuddled with mellie for a solid hour, and felt really guilty about leaving her. she definitely climbed into her bed once she got home though and told her to never ever let her leave the apartment ever again.

ronnie; ronnie spent the day contemplating making max proud by overcoming his fears and throwing himself into the fucking ocean after seeing the card taylor sent. he watched bend it like beckham but then he just felt worse because he's not dating james, he's not dating david beckham, and he's not dating jonathan rhys meyers either.

lizzie; lizzie thought a lot about conrad, a lot more than she cares to admit, and spent the day with richie of course. she wished conrad a happy valentines day too, and then kissed him on the cheek the next time she saw him. she knows angelica will never let her live it down, though.

katie; spent the day working and tried to say hi to holly but she didn't look best pleased so she decided against it. spent the night with her hons tho, and sent noah the soppiest valentines card the world has ever seen. she got a kiss from angelica and turned bright red but tried to act cool about it, and when a guy chatted her up while they were out she panicked and told him that she already had a valentine and hid behind seth. seth still doesn't know what happened, unless kevin told him because kevin nearly cracked a rib laughing at her.

cassie; cassie was carter's valentine but let's not pretend she didn't give so many cuddles!!!! she made noah pancakes (with extra syrup) and screamed when reuben told her about his date, and helped him pick out his outfit (he didn't ask, she just sort of got ahead of herself), and she made sure to text will and louis telling them that she hoped they had the most super duper valentines ever. she cried when dixie told her about their parents, i'm so sorry. and she sent a secret valentines card to kevin but you didn't hear that from me.

jess; jess pouted a lot and was mad that cassie got to be carter's valentine. he still has convinced himself that carter has a thing for her, and cassie's always talking about just how handsome carter is and even the jess wants to yell I KNOW!!!! in her face he doesn't. he just pouts.

isaac; noah sung to him and isaac pretended that he hated it. noah sung to him and isaac pretended that the flutter in his chest was just heartburn. noah sung to him and isaac pretended that the reason he couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day was because noah just irritated him so much. noah sung to him and isaac's cheeks were pink for the whole of rehearsal.

monty; MONTY PINED OVER RILEY AS PER FUCKING USUAL and had a mini breakdown to adam probably. he gave riley chocolates, and a card, and comics. as a pal though, as a buddy, as a friend. he wished shane a happy birthday too and was far more composed in doing so than he was during any of the time he spent with riley. it was a day.

rose; rose didn't do much. she was working and she kissed clarke, kenny, and harvey on the cheek, and that was that. she also teased kenny relentlessly about harvey but what's new there. then she went home and watched horror movies all night.

david; DAVID KISSED BENJI BECAUSE OF COURSE HE FUCKING DID. and he saw cecily at work and tried to dazzle her with a smile but she seemed a little alarmed and so he tried not to frighten her some more.

blair; went on a date with jimmy, much to robbie's dismay. she didn't mind, she got to spend the day with her fav boy and wellington's newest and cutest farmboy. she was really content and took a cute selfie of herself kissing jimmy on the cheek, as well as taking some pics with robbie because she knows how important memories are to him.

clarke; spent the day thinking about love and wishing that she wasn't such a mess. she bought beau some chocolates and told her what a great job she does, and she probably said something really heartfelt and soppy to rose, kenny, and harvey. she went home and waited for bailey to get back and she made her dinner.

barry; barry got flowers from ellis and tried to remain as civil and composed as possible. he smiled, thanked her, wished her a happy valentines day, and popped one of the flowers into her hair for extra measure. he gave all of his students one piece of valentines candy each, and took all of the cards he received home and stuck them into a scrap book lol. he kept ellis' flowers, too, and put them in a vase and is taking very good care of them, thank you very much. rudy and lola were with their mother so he spent the night alone and he sent caroline a text that he thought was 'cute' but it actually just said 'Have a good one x', so.

cedric; cedric may or may not have shed a tear or two when he saw the drawing from diego, but nobody needs to know that. he has it framed in his shop. he made origami butterflies for diego, and origami horses for nobody in particular. he's not sure why he picked horses, but they just sort of called out to him and now they're hanging from the doorway in his shop. he spent the night with all his pets, though. nothing special.

séamus; dixie wished him a happy valentines and so he had a really really good day. darragh wasn't around all day, probably off drinking and doing lord knows what. he laid low for the day, writing songs and missing home.

rory; kissed ellis and told her that she was his valentine, but he's rory so he went out and ended up stumbling in at 3am with some fella he met whose name he can't recall. a romantic, so he is.

mack; roy forgot it was valentines day and absolutely nobody was subtle in letting her know what they thought about that. she defended him, and defended him some more when he got upset about adam's card. he cooked her a mediocre dinner (no he didn't, he ordered chinese and pretended he cooked it), and got them a cheap bottle of wine (the man is Loaded, but he's a dick), and mack didn't stay the night. she told adam he's a dick but gave him a hug and a kiss and thanked him for the card, even though he's still a dick.

steven; steven didn't know what to do with himself so he just spent the day with his sisters, and sent sonny a text telling him he missed him.

caleb; caleb and becky went out for a meal and did cute couple things. it was nice, they had fun, and he didn't get injured.

jj; wee bab spent the day with mariana (his foster sister) and her daughter, he was working at a novel idea first tho so he saw taylor briefly and panicked and spilled hot coffee down his front. it wasn't cute. he and mariana didn't wanna go back to their house though so he took her and her daughter out and treated them to dinner. then he spent the night painting and drawing in his bedroom, as always.

teddy; TEDDY MET CARTER AND WAS SHOOK AND HUGGED A CUTE BOY. he also had the courage to ask ryke if he wanted to be his valentine bc carter told him that it's ok to ask a straight boy to be your valentine as friends. he was nervous but it was innocent so he figured it was ok. he also hugged wren a lot and he sent his mum a bouquet of flowers and a pretty pearl necklace, and told his parents that he loves them. he probably spent the evening hanging out with ryke though.

jensen; probably glared at lux a little bit while thinking about the fact that she's pretty and that's annoying and dumb. he's a child. he went to work and then hung out at the bar and that was it. he told sawyer she's his valentine, tho. no takebacks.

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