#and richie would go see his mom... but he has to help with the tree first and THEN he can head out

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🌟 Merry (belated) Christmas from the Guardians of the Galaxy 🌟

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(you) on my arm - s. adamu

summary: sydney is at a wall, she has no ideas when it comes to the new menu at the bear. she decides to go to a bookstore for some new inspiration, she finds it, but not in the way she was expecting.

pairing: sydney adamu x fem! bookseller! reader

word count: 2,514

note: annoying! carmy bc he literally is insane, kinda fluffy meet cute vibes, reader just moved to chicago, inspired by the song (you) on my arm by leith ross cause the song is rlly cute! also sydney gives me sapphic vibes, she definitely would have a crush on a girl!

monday morning -

Sydney was pissed, she had sent at least ten messages to Carmy in the last twenty minutes. Some about the new menu they were working on together, some about the fact that he had been a bitch the night before when he kicked everyone out because Claire just had to see the new restaurant. She ran her hands down her face in frustration as she sat at her dad's kitchen table, the sun streaming in through the blinds into the apartment. It warmed the floor as she got up from the table, debating what to do. She had no ideas left, everything was either not working out, or it just didn't fit the menu for the new revamped restaurant.

"Sydney, where are you headed off to today?" Her dad walked into the room with a steaming cup of coffee, freshly brewed from a new coffee blend she had found shopping the day before.

"Uh well Carm is not responding so I'm gonna head over to The Bear and meet up with him for a little then see where the day goes from there I guess." She walked out of the dining area and put her breakfast dishes away.

"Okay honey, have a good day. Hope he stops being an ass." She laughed, "Me too... me too."

Sydney grabbed her shoes out of the closet she had thrown them in last night, slipping them on and grabbing her bag. "I'll see you later dad." She grabbed her keys, and started making her way to the restaurant where she could deal with Carmy in person.

-

You looked around the bookstore, you had only been open for a month but it had been a hit within the community. You had almost any book anybody could want. There were teens coming from the school a few blocks away to get some cheesy romance novels to bring to the park and read with their friends, and there were grandparents coming in to get their grandchildren a new picture book about god knows what. You even had some people come in and request books you had never heard of before, you promptly ordered two copies of any book you didn't have. One for the customer, and one for you, to read and explore the pages.

It was a beautiful space, tall ceilings strung with fairy lights and lanterns, trying to bring some sense of whimsy to the dull days in Chicago. The books were arranged in every which way, requiring the customers to truly search for a book they wanted to read. You had tables full of recommendations, from people online and the employees of the bookshop. You really enjoyed curating all the titles you had in your collection. Tourists looking for a cute little magnet or souvenir adored the hole in the wall place, a safe space to just cuddle up and read a book.

You had a few customers that day, a mom and her son looking for his first chapter book to read. You had suggested he read The Magic Tree House, a series, about a brother and sister and their time traveling tree house. There was a tall guy with a buzzcut, who said he worked just down the street and was looking for a book about how to get rid of mold in the structure of a building. He seemed in dire need of some help, so you found the best book possible, The Toxic Mold Recovery Guide. You had no idea you had the book but it was meant to be. He thanked you immensely, leaving his name and number just in case you ever needed anything. His name was Richie, he seemed pretty nice.

Low music played as you restocked a shelf, you hated the idea of having Colleen Hoover books in the store but they were a big source of income. They absolutely flew off the shelves. The least touched section of the store were the cookbooks, it seemed like everyone in Chicago was moving too fast to just dedicate one hour of their day to making a meal from scratch. It was disappointing, because you had a large selection, from Mastering the Art of French Cooking by Julia Child to Momofuku by David Chang and Peter Meehan. You knew that someday it might come in handy and you would be lucky to have all the cookbooks.

-

Sydney walked into the restaurant in a sour mood, Carmy had still not responded to any of her texts and she knew he was here. She walked straight into the office, passing the locker room, sans lockers and covered in black powder. Richie furiously flipping through a book that said something about mold on the cover. He glanced up at her

"Shut the fuck up." She was taken aback

"I didn't even fucking say anything Richie," he scoffed at her

"Well I was preparing for you to say something dumb as hell, and you did so I stand by my first statement." He looked back down at the book and mumbled something unintelligible to himself. She rolled her eyes and made her way into the office.

"Carm are you here?" Turning the corner she saw the chef, surrounded by papers and various file folders. He had his phone in his hand and was about to dial a number, "You little bitch, you fucking had your phone this entire time." She couldn't believe what was right in front of her.

"What do you mean chef?" Carmy looked confused, "Of course I had my phone, I'm about to call the fridge guy."

Rolling her eyes she brought her hand up to her face, holding her forehead in her palm. "I texted you at least ten fucking times, you couldn't even bother yourself to respond!" Shaking her head she sank down into the office chair Carmy had abandoned an hour ago.

He looked around the room, trying to get her to understand how much work he had been doing, "Syd I've been trying to make sense of this paperwork for hours, I haven't had time to respond to your messa-"

Fak's head popped into the doorframe, "Carmy I got your text about helping Richie clean up the mold but he's being mean to me." Sydney turned from Fak to the red faced chef sitting on the floor. He had been caught in a lie, of course Fak came in at just the right time for this to happen.

"Okay fuck you chef, I'm leaving." Sydney shrugged, stood up and left the room. She heard heated words from Carmy as she walked out of the office and passed the locker room again, now he was pissed at Fak, as usual. She heard her name as she turned around,

"Sydney, wait a sec come here."

"What do you want Richie, I thought you wanted me to shut the fuck up." She crossed her arms tight and shot him a pointed look.

"You should go to that bookstore a few blocks down, I got this damn mold book earlier and saw a shit ton of cookbooks. You should check it out." She sent him a tight smile and turned her back to him. "Thanks Chef."

-

You had just finished restocking the shelves for the day when the little bell above the door rang. You went behind the desk and called out, "Welcome to The Book Worm, If you need anything let me know!"

You heard no response so you just busied yourself cleaning up the case that was behind the checkout, it housed all your special edition signed or first edition copies of books. It needed to be dusted pretty often because you wanted to keep the quality of the books at their highest, just in case anyone would ever want to purchase one.

You heard a thud come from behind you, and turning around you looked down at the counter. There was a stack of six cookbooks placed on the counter in front of you. Looking up you saw one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen since you had moved in to the city. Her hair was long and perfectly braided, her eyes a beautiful shade of umber catching the light in a hypnotic way. She had a grimace on her face, yet still looked stunning. You had no idea how to react, so instinctively you started to enter the books into the register as you made some small talk,

"So how has your day been," She sighed and looked up to meet your gaze, "If I'm being honest, shitty. My fucking partner wouldn't respond to my messages and when I went to talk to him he had is phone in his hand about to call someone. So yeah really fucking shitty." You looked back down at the book at disappointment, of course she had a partner and of course she was straight.

Awkwardly smiling you tried to think of a good response"Oh, um, wow. That's pretty shitty I'm sorry." She seemed to sense your disappointment, trying to save the conversation, "Shit uh, my business partner I mean, he's a little bitch sometimes. We're uh, opening a business- or I should say um," She rubbed the back of her neck, "We're kinda rebranding his brother's old restaurant, its a lot." You had finished entering all the books into the system, your chest had filled with warmth when she rushed to clarify that he was her business partner. You thought that maybe, just maybe it might be because she wanted to make sure you knew she was single, and not exactly straight.

"I guess that explains the cookbooks then," You looked at her, she had been staring at you in a flustered state of shock. "What, oh, uh, yeah! I'm kinda stuck making the menu so wanted to get some inspiration."

Sharing an understanding smile, you read her total out to her. She grabbed her wallet and pulled out some cash, as she handed it to you her fingers brushed along yours. It sent chills down your spine, no matter how cliche it might be, you knew that she was someone to keep close. Your face flushed red as you took the cash and put it into the register, printing her receipt and giving her any change she needed back.

You decided that since she got so many books you would give her a free tote bag, just so she could carry all the books out of the shop. You pulled one off of a hook behind you and started to put the books into a bag. You decided to quietly slip a business card with your cell number and a little note into a book so she could find it and contact you. A subtle way of screaming, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen I want to spend the rest of my life with you, without being too forward. As you finished packing the bag, the two of you both happened to say something at the same time.

"Do you wanna come see my restu-"

"Do you work at the restura-"

You flushed

"No you can go-"

"No you can go - sorry um. Do you want to come to the opening of the restaurant. It's uh, the one down the street, we're not opening for a while but, if you want to come to the friends and fam-"

You cut her off, wanting her to know you really wanted to go to her restaurant, "I would love to go... what was your name?"

"Sydney, It's uh Sydney" Her face got hot, nervous about the fascinating bookseller she just had the pleasure of meeting.

"Well Sydney, I would love to go. Just let me know the details," You softly smiled as you gave her the bag filled with books. She looked to you and grabbed a bookmark you had as a display that happened to have the shop's phone number on it. "I'll call you, um when we get closer to the open date, promise." You smiled, hoping that she would get in contact with you sooner than she expected to. She turned to leave.

"Thanks for coming in, really good to meet you Sydney." The door rang again and she sent you a wave through the glass, walking away quickly.

You were frozen, you had just given a random girl you just met your number, and had openly flirted with her for all the world to see. You crouched down onto the small stool you had behind the desk, tucked your head into your knees and screamed. You were feeling rushes of emotion and didn't think you would ever recover from that interaction. The bell rang again just as you finished screaming, you shot up and saw a group of teenagers heading to the new books you had just set out.

"Welcome to The Book Worm, If you need anything just holler!"

-

Sydney rushed back to The Bear, she was so utterly mortified, she had never seen someone so radiant and in their element. The chef couldn't contain her emotions as she stormed into the restaurant, Richie was the first person she saw, he started to say something,

"Not right now Richie I swear to God" The tall man was taken aback but threw his hands up in surrender, not wanting to get involved.

She might as well have ran into the office at the speed she was going, throwin the bag of cookbooks on the ground and closing the door, sliding down the back of the door she groaned,

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, fucking, fuck," dragging out the last word as she hit the floor.

Carmy stared at her from the floor a few feet away, "Yo Syd what happened to you? Looks like you just ran a marathon." He chuckled at the expression on her face.

"I just met the most beautiful girl and totally fucked up my chances with her cause I left so quickly." Sydney put her hands into her face and just sat there marinating in her embarrassment.

Carmy had some strong suits, his attention to detail one of them. He noticed something poking out of one of the books. He grabbed it, hoping that it was something that would change Sydney's mood before he had to work with her for more hours than they could count. He grinned taking the note out of the book and reading it,

"Hey Syd," He reached out to give her the note.

She looked up from behind her fingers, "What?"

He shook his hand, implying he wanted her to take the note from his grip. She groaned, then leaned forward to forcefully take it out of his hand.

She read the note, and smiled. Thank God you slipped her this note.

cookbook girl -

i hope you enjoy your SIX cookbooks, i have some more you could borrow for some inspiration. text me

Sydney's face heated up as she leaned back into door and scoffed.

Carmy had saved the day, one again.

[mercuryday]

heyyyyy y’all… i’m peyton [sh/th, 21+, cst—also the mun of selena, hyeon, mouse & dabin] and i’m stoked to be bringing you guys another older character of mine, hwang daesung/dylan hwang. the tl;dr on dylan is that he’s a dude soooo fixated on being the life of the party that he’s actually not the life of the party at all 😓 you can view his stats here, his pinterest here and read all about him under the cut.

dylan hwang, born june 14, 1997 in santa monica, ca, usa to a rock musician/producer/blue collar worker father and a hairstylist mother :~) dylan was their first and only child and he was absolutely cherished. his parents were deeply in love, and you could tell that dylan was a product of that—a very bright, happy, confident kid who took after his father in particular.

he had an interest in music from a young age and would frequently accompany his father to his band’s practice sessions and/or studio recordings; but he didn’t only think the music stuff was cool, he also admired how hard of a worker his dad always was and how he still made time for his family and never seemed tired like…… the most he ever complained about was a headache. in dylan’s eyes, that man was a superhero!!!

also has an uncle (on his dad’s side) who’s cool as hell too; owned a record store in queens and babysat dylan often when he was little and both parents were busy. cool cool guy

but he had a harder time connecting with his mom as she was the more practical adult in his life—very much “good cop/bad cop” and unfortunately she was the bad cop, LOL. making dylan let her cut his hair whilst his dad encouraged him to grow it out, lecturing him for climbing trees in the neighborhood, no sweets before breakfast type deal like… she wasn’t evil AT ALL, just irritating sometimes lmfao

anywayyyy… TW CHRONIC ILLNESS, DEATH / when dylan was 14, his dad went to see a doctor for the aforementioned headaches he’d been having; this turned out to be a series of growths in his brain—he passed away within the same year / END TW

tl;dr dylan lost his dad in 2012, and it turns out his dad was the glue that was holding him and his mom together as well; rather than grieve and heal together, an irreparable distance grew and it definitely didn’t help that dylan was 14… the most evil age ever??? was extremely unkind to his mom, made her cry a lot, the house was silent most of the time with them even learning to have their meals at separate times

dylan really leaned into music more than ever around this time, and even more so once his mom realized she couldn’t pay the bills on her own and needed to go back to south korea and live with her parents for a while; dylan was extremely americanized by this point and didn’t speak korean on a native level, so he felt isolated as all hell in seoul—luckily his uncle richie moved to seoul along with them to stay close to dylan so at least he wasn’t stranded in unfamiliar territory with no one who he felt like he could lean on

his mom’s parents gave her a small loan to start her own salon in jongno-gu and richie relocated his music store to the nakwon musical instrument arcade, where it still is today; needless to say, they adjusted surprisingly quickly and, in a way, dylan felt like he was the only one still grieving and consequently was being left behind (which is not true but yk he was an angsty teenager)

had a lot of sadness and frustration with nowhere to go, and from about 15 to 18 he was a problem child :( picking fights, treating the people around him like shit, getting kicked out of school, etc etc

but around 18 he got a very humbling reality check and has been striving to be better ever since/striving to be someone his dad would be proud of—his relationship with his mom is still quite complicated because, like i mentioned before, he ended up getting kicked out of school which was NOTTTT cool… eventually got his ged, but. should not have happened that way. and she’s consistently asked him to pursue something other than music with his life as she doesn’t want to watch him waste his life chasing a pipe dream, but that remains the only thing that he really wants to do; he does help out at her salon on occasion and she talks about how she wishes he would come on full-time so they could spend more time together and she wouldn’t spend all day worrying about him, but 🤷‍♂️ he really doesn’t want to cut hair for the rest of his life. mostly nice to her now, but never gave her a proper apology for the fucked up shit he said to her before/the way that he treated her, and is still prone to lashing out when she gets on his nerves—familiarity breeds contempt type vibe.

after he was kicked out of school, he started working for his uncle richie at his music store as a sales associate; is still there to this day, but has job-hopped quite a bit over the years… richie always takes him back when he inevitably quits or gets fired. nowadays, he’s operating as a sales associate/instrument and record player repair tech/halfass assistant store manager like… what does he not do? he acts like he owns the place.

started a band in 2019, tentatively called both haze and through the haze (sounds like: silica gel, thornapple) depending on who you’re asking. a psychedelic rock band with a bunch of random ass influences; slow start, but they’ve been gaining a fair bit of traction recently. not quite known internationally, but most people in the jongno-gu area know the name and they play shows in the area often, as well as being invited to perform at independent rock festivals throughout the year. still…. the band’s not paying the bills, so 🤷‍♂️ they can’t quit their day jobs yet…

here he is now: a 26 (almost 27) year old man still doing the same shit he was doing 5 years ago, seemingly at a standstill in life. personality-wise, he’s very kind and humorous—forever trying to make up for the jackass that he was as a teenager, feels the best when he’s making people smile or laugh. treats everyone he encounters like they’re special to him in some way, “because they are”. much more intelligent than he’s given credit for, but lives as a piece of comedic relief instead of letting his skills (beyond music) show. absolute party animal, can outdrink anyone and can go for hours; hosts a lot of afterparties following haze’s shows, so stop by if you’re looking for a good time. a candle burning at both ends, but if you don’t look too close, you can’t tell; has an alcohol problem, but 🤷‍♂️ claims that it “comes with the territory” and “is no big deal”. friendly, well-meaning guy who never made peace with his grief and has to be fucked up to feel good, and no matter what levels of success he reaches, it never feels good enough. like i said before, he treats people like they’re special but fails to maintain meaningful relationships as he runs from commitment in any form and wants to know a lot of people a little bit rather than know a few people really good. lonely lonely man.

plot ideas

i always say this, but: i love extensive plotting, so if you're trying to discuss all the little details and build a strong storyline together, i'm your girl! however, i'm also 100% game to get a loose idea together, jump in and see how it develops. that said, here are some small ideas:

naturally, dylan's band members. the band has been around since 2019, but the current members do not have to be original. if/when these spots are taken, i would like to get together and discuss the band's dynamic as a whole as well! currently seeking: bassist, lead guitarist, drummer.

a friend around dylan's age (born '96 to '98 ideally) who he met when he first moved to seoul in 2013. they've been friends for 11 years now, so this is someone who knows dylan better than anyone else in his life, and his #1 supporter but also his biggest critic - they see how toxic/unhealthy his behavior is and call him out on his bs, which quite frankly scares him LMFAOOOO so maybe there's a little distance between them now that's never been there before? let's figure out the details together

musicians who often come to spins & needles for things like guitar strings, picks, cords, various music equipment, etc etc... connections he's made this way who don't have their own band, but sometimes fill in if a member of haze is unable to play a show? connections who DO have their own band and sometimes open for haze or vice versa? jam session buddies, young/budding musicians who think dylan's way cooler than he actually is, someone who just really loves music and drops in to chat the shit with dylan.

an ex-girlfriend, probably someone introduced to dylan by his mom as she used to frequent his mom's salon. they dated for a while, but dylan wasn't serious about her/wasn't willing to settle down at the time while she was wanting a partner who could be husband material. sorry!

a random ass eclectic friend group... people who have absolutely nothing in common with dylan, but they have a great time together anyway.

party friends, and ultimately, bad influences on each other - constantly pushing each other's limits, waking up with gnarly hangovers and doing it all again the next night. perhaps these are friends who dylan will grow apart from throughout his development as he tries to steer away from drinking, but that's a bridge to cross in the future!!!

let him have his christopher wilde (from starstruck, for those who don't know) moment... someone who doesn't like him/has been talking shit about how he's "pretentious" or whatever and now he's fixating on making them change their mind. "you don't like me? but you don't even know me.. i think... i think if you knew me, you would really like me" monologue type beat.

etc etc etc... open to anything!!!

[skyeofloxlay]

How many days have passed in Duskwood? (Theory)

One thing I always asked myself and that I think a lot of people in the Duskwood fandom is also asking is "How many days have passed in the game?" 

Because playing a chapter every few months is very confusing to know, mainly because we don't have a lot of reference data to know how many days pass or at what time of the day we are talking, but gathering some information this is what I managed to get to, I cannot guarantee that it is exactly these times and days, but maybe it is something close to that? Well, I tried my best, so if you would like to say your opinion, feel free =]

(And just one thing to maybe try to help you understand when I talk about morning, afternoon, night and etc... in my conception, of course, because it's just to get an idea)

06:00 - 11:00 (morning)

12:00 - 13:00 (noon)

13:00 - 14:00 (early afternoon)

14:00 - 18:00 (afternoon)

18:00 - 20:00 (late afternoon)

20:00 - 23:00 (night)

23:00 - 00:00 (late night) 

3 days after Hannah disappeared

Day 1

(Sometime during the day Cleo invaded the junkyard, maybe in the morning?)

Thomas contacts us for the first time (early afternoon)

He picks up his brother and some time passes, maybe 30 minutes (early afternoon)

Cleo goes to work (early afternoon)

Thomas returns (early afternoon)

Cleo talks to Richy, (afternoon)

We talked to Jake (afternoon)

Thomas wants to talk to us and sends pictures of Hannah (afternoon)

Jessy talks to us (afternoon)

We talked to Dan (afternoon)

We got a call threatening us. (afternoon / early evening)

Jessy talks about the body (night)

Day 2

We talked about the body to Thomas (morning.)

We talked to Jake (morning)

Cleo talks to us, and then goes to talk to Mrs. Walter, Mrs. Sully (during afternoon) and Phil. (at night)

In the afternoon, we chatted with Richy and Jessy about the duskwood legends (afternoon)

Cleo tells us about the history of the canary (afternoon)

Dan goes to Lilly's house (Night) (Dan didn't go to work)

Day 3

Dan meets Poke in the morning, and then hands the key to Thomas (Morning)

Cleo and Thomas go to the apartment (Morning)

Jessy sends an article from the newspaper. (Morning)

Thomas comes back and says it was to the police. (Morning)

We talked with Jake (Morning)

We went back to talking about the mwaf legend with Richy and Jessy. (Morning)

Later we continue to talk to Jake. (Morning)

Richy announces the search in the forest, which will be on Sunday at 14:00 (Morning)

Cleo is going to give Richy a cake for invading the junkyard (morning)

Jessy talks about the book in the library and picks it up at lunch break (noon)

Jake gets Poke's number (noon / early afternoon)

Jessy says she didn't get the book (early afternoon)

Phil says Dan didn't go to work last night (afternoon)

Jessy tells the group that Dan was not working and Cleo was snooping (afternoon)

Richy says he'll talk to Phil as soon as he leaves work (afternoon)

Dan invites Jessy for a date (afternoon)

We talked to Jake about the mark of the crow on the tree. (afternoon)

We talked to Richy and Jessy about this (afternoon)

Dan talks to Cleo about his mother going to the forest search (afternoon)

We talked to Cleo (afternoon)

Jessy tells Richy that she is going home (late afternoon)

Jessy asks for help on which shirt to wear at her date (early evening)

Dan sends a message to Jessy (night)

We talked to Dan (night)

We got a call from Jessy about Dan's accident (late night)

Day 4 

Jake talks to us about our conversation with Dan (Morning)

We got a call from the kidnapper (Morning)

Thomas sends a message to Cleo (Morning)

Cleo sends the threat video in the group (morning)

We talked again with Jake (morning)

Jessy sends a message talking about Dan's condition (morning)

Richy and Jessy talk (morning)

Richy comments on the challenge house (morning / almost noon)

Lilly wants to take a vote (early afternoon)

Jake adds a map for us (afternoon)

Jessy talks to us (afternoon)

We talk to Jake again (afternoon)

Richy wants to hide the crow sign (afternoon)

Richy sends a print of his conversation with Phil. (late afternoon / early evening)

We got another call (night)

We are talking to Jake (night)

Dan sends message to the group and decides to vote (night)

We talked to Jake and he sends an audio that he discovered. (night)

We talked to Richy about the print. (night)

Day 5 

Thomas and Cleo talk (morning)

Cleo talks to us and then goes to meet her mother (morning)

We got another call in the forest (I think it’s morning, and in a way did we get a continuation of the first call?)

We talked to Jessy (morning)

Old Gray and Alfie are at the junkyard (morning)

Thomas went to find Alfie probably earlier.

Lilly posts the video on youtube. (morning)

Elenor sent us a message (because of Lilly's video) (morning)

Wallace sent us a message (because of Lilly's video) (morning)

Richy and Jessy talk about how they cheered up Alfie. (morning)

Jake finally sends us a message (morning)

Jake talks to Lilly and she takes the video off the air. (early afternoon)

We asked someone about Jennifer. (afternoon)

We talked to Richy and Jessy (afternoon)

We ask Dan questions. (Afternoon)

Dan talks to Jessy (afternoon)

Cleo tells us that we have to cancel the forest search (afternoon)

Jessy talks to us about the calls MC has been receiving (afternoon)

Jake texted us, and we talked to him. Then he sends Hannah's phone book. (is that how we talk? phone book?, I'm sorry if I'm wrong) (afternoon)

And we started to call the first number that was the junkyard. (afternoon)

We asked Richy some questions. (afternoon)

Jake says he got to know whose number it was, it was Thomas's. (afternoon)

Kay sent us a message (because of Lilly's video) (afternoon)

We talked to Thomas and found out what the bracelet really looks like. (afternoon)

We text Jake about what we found out but he doesn't reply. (afternoon)

Jessy left work and wants to show us Duskwood. (late afternoon)

Phil sends a message to Jessy showing that Cleo and Thomas tried to break into the back of Aurora bar. (late afternoon)

Jessy was attacked (night)

Day 6 

Phil sends a message to Jessy that he was going to call the police but she doesn't answer. (morning)

We tell Thomas that Phil will call the police if they don't give him an explanation. (morning)

Richy tells us that Jessy was not going to work today and we talked about the attack that Jessy suffered. Richy then goes to find Jessy to see how she is. (morning)

Jake finally answers us, and we start talking about several things. (But then he disappears) (morning)

Thomas creates a group and explains why he and Cleo went to the Aurora bar. (morning)

We talked about the attack on Jessy in the group. (morning)

We texted Jake, but he didn't reply. (morning)

We said that we found out that Hannah had called Phil. (early afternoon)

Lilly sends a message to us, and then Jake's puzzle starts. (early afternoon)

Dan talks to us. (afternoon)

We continue the puzzle with Lilly and she is in the place where we told her to go. (afternoon)

We talked to Phil (afternoon)

We talked in the group with Richy, Thomas and Cleo about what we got with Phil. (afternoon)

We found a copy of the book about the mwaf legend and sent it to Jake, but he didn't reply. (afternoon)

We talked to Richy and Jessy about the book. (afternoon)

Thomas sends a message to Hannah (afternoon)

Lilly comes home and sends us a message, and so we continue the Puzzle. (afternoon)

We found out the truth about Jake. (afternoon)

We talked about what we think about the mwaf book. (afternoon)

Richy asks for a break and we play that drawing game. (late evening)

Lilly wants to work it all out, and then #IamJake starts. (night)

Day 7 

Lilly sends a message talking about the #IAmJake movement (morning)

Richy asks in the group what #IAmJake is and the people in the group start commenting on it too. And then we have to tell what's going on. (morning)

We are attacked for the first time and comment this to Lilly. (morning)

We are attacked the second time (morning)

Phil talks to Jessy (morning)

Thomas sends a video of a news in the group, saying that the body was found, and revealing who the body was(morning)

Phil tries to call us. (morning)

Cleo talks to us about Amy. (morning)

Jessy sends a message to the group saying that Phil has been arrested. (morning)

Jessy talks to us. (early afternoon)

Jessy goes to Hannah's car and wants to follow Hannah's GPS address. (afternoon)

We were attacked for the third time, but this time whoever was trying to hack us almost succeeded. (afternoon)

However Jake saves us and we finally talk to him. (afternoon)

We tell Lilly that Jake is back. (afternoon)

MC or Lilly can talk in the group about Jake's return. (afternoon)

Jessy talks about Jennifer Hanson, and that she went to her mom's house. (afternoon)

The people talk again in the group. (Dan comments that Phil went to see him at the hospital yesterday) (afternoon)

Richy talks to Jessy to apologize. (afternoon)

Richy talks to Dan saying he has finished inspecting the car. (afternoon)

Jake talks to us again. (afternoon)

Jessy sends a photo with the crow sign on her door. (afternoon)

We talked to the group's people. (afternoon)

Lilly sends a photo (but you can't read it because she is shaking) but it's about a form to see someone in prison. (afternoon)

Cleo talks to Richy and Thomas about Jessy's plans to leave Duskwood, and Richy comments about renting a house in the forest. (afternoon)

Dan talks to us (and we talk about the video from the surveillance camera.) (Afternoon)

Lilly sends the scanned photo of the form to visit someone in prison. (Lilly also comments that they will meet at the forest house before nightfall, meaning it is still afternoon.)

Richy sends a message to us (and I don't think I need to mention what happens at the end of our conversation when he calls us.) (afternoon)

(If my theory is more or less right, is Hannah disappeared for 10 days?)

[l8rhader]

DIRECTOR'S COMMENTARY ON: Your favorite pop culture reference in any of your works you don't think anyone got?

Ooooh I love this question! I have a couple, though.

Instead, Richie found himself staring at the TV until Saturday Night Live came on.  Knowing that the pretty blonde girl from ...Married With Children was hosting, he’d left it on, hoping for anything to take his mind off of everything else.  As he drifted off, to the soft jazz sounds of the goodnights, he had a very strange but pleasant dream of himself and Eddie packing it all in and moving through the country in a van.  Weird.

Sometimes, I put pop culture references in to use as a specific timestamp for my fics. So, this one, specifically, dates this moment in the fic as May 8, 1993. It's helpful because it does give you a good benchmark for the passage of time. [You Can Change Right Next To Me, Chapter 8]

ALSO, because I do write a lot of aus, especially movie/music inspired crossovers, sometimes, I'll have them mention going to a movie or whatever and use it as a plot device because it's like, you know what, my mental health cannot have me coming up with a whole ass My Girl AU because "He can't see without his glasses on! Put his glasses on!" but you know what I can do? Work it in as an innocent first date for them and have them come out of the movie theatre like what the fuck that's not a funny movie!!

“He was allergic to bees,” the dad answered.  And chocolate.  And cashews. And cats.  And ragweed. And soy. And Penicillin.  The mental list in Richie’s mind started to roll and he shook it away.  It was just a movie. Just a movie.  The little boy wasn't Eddie, despite the slight similarities and his own panic.

The little girl’s brow furrowed.  “He’s okay, isn’t he?”

Eddie pressed his face into Richie’s chest.  He couldn’t watch. “There were just too many of them.” Eddie was nearly killed.   In the back of his mind, Richie was sucked back to the summer of 1989, the rotten, crumbling floorboards of that fucking house on Neibolt street beneath him, trying his best to get Eddie out.  If he couldn’t get him out, he was going down fighting because if Eddie wasn’t leaving that house alive, neither was Richie. He’d begged for Eddie to look at him because he couldn’t imagine the last thing Eddie saw being Pennywise.  He wouldn’t let that happen. Fighting with Bill on the street that day felt like the one thing that had to happen. It had to. He was so scared and he couldn’t take it out on the clown. Bill was the next best thing. Bill had dragged them down there.  They were all there for him. He couldn’t imagine what he would have done if Eddie had died that day. He didn’t want to think about it. Instead, he dug his fingertips into Eddie’s shirt, pulling him as tightly to him as he could manage.

They were both too wrapped up in the movie now to go back to ignoring it.  Eddie’s tears left wet marks on Richie’s shirt where his cheek was pressed to his chest.  Richie had kicked up the armrest on Eddie’s other side so they could lay like they were on one of their couches.  As the little boy’s funeral came around, Richie shifted, looking for the little girl. When she slowly started to make her way down the stairs to the parlor, Eddie whimpered.

“Wanna go tree climbing, Thomas J?” she asked, nearly climbing into the coffin with her best friend.  “His face hurts! And where are his glasses? Put his glasses on!” She dissolved into sobs, leaving both of the young men in hysterics.  Richie laced his hands into the back of Eddie’s shirt and tried not to insert himself into the movie. “He can’t see without his glasses.”  Eddie, on the other hand, was succinctly wrecked. He hadn’t quite had the immediate fear of Richie’s death put into his head, but he still knew just how close they’d come to this being one of them, what felt like a lifetime ago.

And things like that are some of my favorite ways to work in a pop culture reference because it's a good way of using something familiar to hammer home an emotion without having them have a really heavyhanded conversation. A conversation about those fears that have been there so long would have probably come out like an afternoon special if they'd had that conversation. Plus, at 15/16ish, neither of them would have been having that conversation unprompted, but when, later, they're talking about why they were crying so hard, you have that "He was allergic to bees" to call back to and realize that Richie knows all of Eddie's allergies by heart and the near-death experience of your childhood best friend and if you know My Girl, you have that second layer of emotion to guide where the pain is coming from. [Feeling Like I've Missed You All This Time, Chapter 4]

But, sometimes, it's just something offhand that I sit there and smile like an idiot when I write because it's just so perfect. like the comment about Richie being disappointed that he couldn't make jokes about Lance Bass's Ass being out of this world.

Eddie was quiet for a moment.  He thought it over, knowing that Richie meant it.  “But wasn’t one of them going to be an astronaut?  He had to be-”

Nodding evenly, Richie answered, “Yeah.  I was disappointed I wasn’t going to get to mention that his ass was out of this world.  Not that I had anyone to talk to about it.”  It was a quiet, lonely thought.  But Richie didn’t much care.  It didn’t matter anymore.

“Rich-”

Especially in that context, it's a little more like an in-joke with myself because I WAS the boyband girl when I was younger, but like... This one clicked so well when I was writing it, I felt like I just had to stop and pat myself on the back for the setting. Like, even Repression Era Richie had some Real Richie in him and like, I think that specific joke is something that is just... It's so telling that that's like 100% something he'd have said to Eddie at 15 for sitting on a rocket popsicle, or at 40 because Newly Out Eddie is getting adventurous and got a pair of underwear that has all of the planets on and Richie would not have been Richie if his boyfriend was going to /space/ and he didn't make at least one joke like that, but he didn't have anyone to make that joke to. That wasn't his world. And that's why it would never have worked, no matter how self-conscious Eddie gets about it because like... Richie may have loved Lance (or something) but Eddie is Eddie. I think, sometimes, it's fun to have a useful way to highlight that contrast, especially with a character like Richie. [Show Our Dedication]

To be honest, one of the reasons I think I love writing for It more than any other fandom I've been in is because I get to flex those nostalgia muscles that are all things that have been living in my head since I was way too young to be watching TRL and E!, you know? Like, I'm a little younger than the Losers, but my siblings are all right around the same age so, if any of you have older siblings, you know about the trickle-down pop culture knowledge, the ambient stuff that you know you're too young to remember but you DO and then you think about it and it's like oh... yeah. That's because my brother used to watch that, so even though I wasn't "watching" it was on in the background. Or, yeah, I'm a little young for this to be my specific memory of this videogame, but we were broke so my sister's old genesis was the one console i had until i got a used ps2 years and years after it was relevant. Like, I'm the baby in my generation of the family, plus, my parents are on the older side, so I have a lot of weird knowledge and memories that it's like "well why did you see the first scream movie in theatres. ditto to titanic." "because my sister that lived with us the longest was born in 1980, so my mom took her and i was just kind of... there."

Plus, I'm just generally fascinated by pop culture and it's effect on people and the times, so i tend to try to diffuse that into my writing because i want people to have that kind of visceral response to my writing, where it all feels very rounded and homey.

[thecrimsondandelion]

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#5

something BBC Ghosts and What We Do In The Shadows both did that fucked me up :)

150 notes • Posted 2021-11-25 23:24:40 GMT

#4

thinking about Richie coming out after It, to the Losers, to the world (which really means through twitter. his manager is happy for him, not not so much about the stunt of posting about it before telling him)

and to his parents. which he had the hardest time with. he tells them he’s bisexual, that he’s seeing a guy. they’re sad that Richie ever felt like he couldn’t tell them, but they’re proud of him

and Maggie is itching to meet the new boyfriend, she pesters him about wether or not she should set a place at the table for Christmas, she’s also constantly asking after the other Losers, totally shocked that she ever forgot them

eventually Richie agrees to take his boyfriend over, Maggie and Went are nervy, wanting to make sure they’re liked, that the boyfriend feels accepted, they just want to make sure they make a good first impression

but then Richie’s walking into the house, hand in hand with

“Little Eddie Kaspbrak!” which makes Richie bark out a laugh, repeats it to Eddie, who would make a bigger fuss if he also wasn’t so damn scared, wanting so much for the Tozier’s to like him as an adult. but he goes bright red,

“Hi there, Mr. and Mrs. Tozier. Thanks for having me.”

Went laughs, pulls Eddie into a one armed hug, “None of that, Eddie. ‘Maggie’ and ‘Went’ is just fine.”

Maggie’s elated, she’d loved all of Richie’s friends, but she felt a soft spot for Eddie and Bev the most. and there was always the sneaking suspicion, Richie was always sneaking out to go visit Eddie, the pigtail pulling

“Maybe one day you’ll be calling us mom and dad,” Maggie half teases, and then it’s Richie starting to blush and argue, makes Eddie feel a lot more comfortable

and they all get on, Eddie will stand in the garage with Went in a pair of coveralls and tinker with their cars. while Went and Richie untangle fairy lights for the Christmas tree, Eddie helps Maggie prepare for dinner - learn some cooking skills, drink wine

it’s a relief to the Tozier parents that they don’t need to worry about first impressions, just like when Eddie was a kid/teen he fits into the family perfectly

when Richie and Eddie get married, and have their small party afterwards, Richie and Eddie have their usual play fights and Went pipes up with

“Hey now, no talking to my son like that”

and Richie gives Eddie a smug look, but Went rolls his eyes and shakes his head,

“I was talking to Eddie, Richard.” and Richie can’t even pretend to be taken aback, not when Eddie’s hand tightens on his own, and he sees Eddie’s eyes go glassy

Margaret and Wentworth Tozier love the Losers, but they have the softest spot in the world for Eddie

170 notes • Posted 2021-11-11 22:30:49 GMT

#3

i still love the idea that richie and eddie get a pet and call it Stan(ley) like “we got him in remembrance of our dearest friend Stan Uris. he’s not dead, he just lives in Atlanta”

181 notes • Posted 2021-05-15 00:19:22 GMT

#2

Maggie & Went basically adopt the Losers

they never minded that all 7 of them would have sleepovers at their home, even though they’d be kept up by the kids laughter, especially since Richie and Eddie have no volume control. They’d make a huge breakfast the next day, pancakes, sides of fruit, powdered sugar, glasses of orange juice

when Georgie dies, and Bill’s parents become distant Maggie and Went will give all the time he needs for a hug. Maggie once stood in one spot for 20 minutes, not letting go until Bill did

Maggie has argued with Sonia too many times, particularly when she would make comments about Richie. She’d always make sure to have homemade cookies for Eddie coming over, and twice a month Went would pick up the car magazine he always saw Eddie eyeing up

She always let Bev come over to use her nice scented soaps etc, taught her how to shave her legs. Went is super impressed by Beverly’s yo-yo skills, she teaches him how to walk the dog after she teaches Richie. Maggie will smile and make lemonade while she watched

Went and Maggie will sit for an hour or more while Mike asks them about how they grew up, stories about Derry, fondly smile while he wrote it all down

just like second parents to them all, and after the 27 years they’re shocked they ever forgot about those 6 sweet kids they knew

Eddie will fix issues with Went’s car, Bev & Ben will have them as main parts of their wedding. Mike sends them post cards on his roadtrip around america etc

i have lots of headcanons about the Toziers and the Losers, i simply choose to believe they adored those 6 kids just as much as they adored Richie

215 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 17:05:31 GMT

#1

richie’s idea of a love confession being asking eddie to drive him to the airport, to go to the other side of the country on tour, and just as he’s about the shut the car door he says “i’ve been in love with you since we were kids, bye :)” and then running off

286 notes • Posted 2021-11-16 11:57:30 GMT

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[stanananathon]

Feels Like Summer by Weezer a Reddie au

be warned…this gets sad

Climbing up the tower, just a boy and his computer

I'm still in my bathrobe, hiding in the shadows

I'm not used to losing, bye-bye, sugar blue eyes

You're home with the angels, thank you for being so kind

Richie made his way up the tree outside Eddie’s bedroom window before very graciously crashing onto Eddie’s floor. He had a blush on his face from biking as fast as he could.

“Jesus, Rich. Did you nearly pass out on your way over here?” Eddie asked with an eyebrow raised. Richie felt the sudden urge to kiss that eyebrow. He shook his head.

“Can’t keep my spaghetti man waiting, can I?” He pushed himself off the floor and plopped beside Eddie on his bed. He was fresh out of the shower and still in his fluffy robe. Richie rubbed his head into his shoulder and pretended to purr like a cat.

“So soft.” He hummed. Eddie laughed and pushed Richie off of him before standing up to get changed.

“I didn’t know you get here so fast. I haven’t even put clothes on yet.” Richie tucked his hands behind his head and crossed his legs, relaxing against the wall.

“We’ll don’t mind me.” He grinned. Eddie threw a pair of socks at his face.

“Shut the fuck up Trashmouth and close your eyes.” Richie cackled and laid his head back, resting the pair of socks on the bridge of his nose.

“Change away, spaghetti. I can’t see a thing.” Richie waved his hand and smiled to himself as he heard Eddie shuffling around. After a few moments, there was a punch to Richie arm and he blinked open his eyes. Eddie was standing over Richie, hands on his hips. Richie knew he should come up with some kind of funny remark but he was lost in Eddie’s eyes. Richie swore if you tried, you could see them sparkle like sugar in the light.

“Hellooooo. Earth to Trashmouth.” Eddie waved a hand in fron of Richie’s face. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and sat up. “Where’d you go?” Eddie asked, crooking his head curiously.

“Excuse me, my dear Edwardo. I must’ve zoned out thinking about your sweet mother in my bed last night.” Eddie groaned and shoved Richie for the second time that afternoon.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

“Anyway! What did you wanna show me?” Eddie got up and pulled out a grey box-of-sorts. He unclipped two sides that folded out and set it on the floor. Grinning at Richie excitedly, he exclaimed,

“I’ve got my very own battleship! Mama let me get it at a garage sale because it was so cheap.”

“Sweet!” Richie jumped up and went to kneel down at the game. “You’d better prepare yourself, Eds. I’m not used to losing.” Eddie grinned in response.

“Just you wait Tozier. When I’m done with you, you’ll be home with the angels.”

I’m holding on, and I don’t wanna let you go, woah

Richie held his grip tight as Eddie thrashed against him, water flying around them. Richie laughed at the way Eddie scrunched up his nose.

“You’re not getting out of this one, Eds!”

“Just you watch me, Tozier!” Eddie managed to free one wrist and turned to swim away, but Richie just reached out around him and pulled him into his chest. He could hear Bev’s snicker behind him, but he didn’t care. Eddie was huffing loudly but his muscles started to relax as he realized he wasn’t going to win this fight. Right smiled and tucked his head over Eddie’s shoulder.

“This isn’t so bad is it?” Richie cooed. He couldn’t admit it, but he loved the way Eddie felt him his arms. Eddie was small enough that Richie felt like he could wrap him all up in his gangling arms and legs. Plus, Eddie was always warm. Richie really liked that about him. Just as Richie was getting comfortable enough to dream about staying in that position forever, he received a swift kick to his legs.

“OW! Jesus, Eddie!” In his surprise, Richie let go of Eddie, who was able to swim away, hollering triumphantly.

“I told you I’d get out!” Riche couldn’t help the dreamy smile that painted his face as he rubbed his throbbing shin bone.

Yeah it feels like summer, yeah it feels like summer...

When s(he) was a lover to me

Eddie had fallen asleep next to Richie in the middle of the movie they were watching. He’d had a particularly stressful day with his mom, so Richie had invited him over for a chill afternoon.

They’d picked out snacks and a movie to rent at the local video store and been in Richie’s bedroom all afternoon. Looking, down at Eddie’s face now Richie felt an overwhelming sensation. His chest was warm and floaty and before he even knew it, the words slipped out of his mouth,

“I love you.” It was barely above a whisper, and Eddie didn’t stir from his sleep, but it scared Richie to admit. It made him think of the clown, but he shoved it down. He would not let that motherfucker ruin the way he felt about Eddie. Eddie was too special. He was loud and argumentative, but he was goofy and caring and gave off a warmth that made Richie feel like it was always summer when he was with him. Richie Tozier loved Eddie Kaspbrak, there was no doubt about it. 

Which way is the graveyard? I’m an iceberg with a warm heart

I’m spiritual, not religious. I’m a libra, if it matters

Richie pulled a yelling Eddie behind him through the darkness.

“Richie! Where are we going?” Riche wound around a tree and held Eddie closely to his chest, quickly putting a hand over his mouth just in time to hear the jeering calls of Bowers in the distance, egging them to make themselves known.

After a few minutes, they heard an engine rev and a car speed off, and Richie released the breath he was holding. He gently took his hand off Eddie’s mouth.

“Sorry about that, Eds. I saw the headlights and just ran.” Eddie nodded.

“Don’t call me Eds.” He looked around slowly. “Why a graveyard, Richie? This place gives me the creeps.”

“If it scares you that much, you’re welcome to hold my hand, Eddie.” Richie teased.

“Yeah, no thanks, your hands are always freezing. It’s like holding onto ice.” Richie feigned hurt at Eddie’s response.

“You wound me, Edward!” Richie gripped his chest dramatically, “at least my heart is warm! Unlike your cold, stone one.” Richie glared at Eddie in faux-anger, who just rolled his eyes in response. There was a sudden snap of a twig and Eddie’s hand darted out to hold onto Richie’s forearm. His eyes began to widen and he pulled on Richie.

“C’mon, Rich, let’s go. I don’t wanna stay here any longer.”

“Why not, Eddie? Afraid the ghouls will get you?” Richie teased, but he moved anyway. He could make fun of Eddie all he wanted but he wasn’t so mean as to force him to stay somewhere that clearly bothered him. 

“Beep beep, Richie. Do you even believe in ghosts?” Richie shrugged as they made their way into a familiar street, Eddie’s still pulling Richie forward by his arm.

“I guess I don’t know. I’m not very religious. I did recently find out that I’m a pisces, though.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“I have no idea.”

June bright, shine so bright

Flowers in (his) hair but it just ain’t right…

We look good together, aw yeah

The summer sun shone down on the losers club in mid-June. They were all dressed up and getting ready to take photos in the backyard of Bill’s parents house. The Derry high school had some unfortunate flooding right around the time that prom would normally happen, so it got pushed into the summer. As the rest of the losers were all getting ready to take some parentally-mandatory photos, Richie couldn’t stop messing with his tie.

“Why do these damn things have to be so tight?” Richie pulled on his tie again, finally getting it to loosen. He went to undo the top button of his shirt before he felt slender hands batting his away.

“Stop ruining your suit, Richie.” Eddie’s hands took the place of Richie’s as he carefully fixed his tie. Bill’s mom had set up a mirror against the house while she went to find her camera so they could do last minute touch ups. While Eddie was finishing up, some fluffs from a dandelion has blown into his hair. Before Richie could think to stop himself, he reached up delicately to pull them from the chocolate locks. Eddie’s hands stilled on Richie’s chest and he looked up into Richie’s eyes. There was that sparkle again.

“Sugar.” Richie whispered. Eddie’s eyebrows quirked.

“Huh?” Richie shook his head, finally tearing his eyes away from Eddie’s to make sure he’d gotten the last of the fluffs out of his hair.

“Oh, nothing, Eddie my boy.” Eddie nodded, retracting his hands from Richie’s chest. Richie tried to ignore how it felt heavier without Eddie’s hands on it. He turned Eddie around to face the mirror just so he could put his hands on some part of him.

“We look pretty good together, Eds.” He grinned at them into the mirror, slinging an arm over Eddie’s shoulders and pretending not to notice the blush on Eddie’s cheeks as he nodded.

“Yeah, I guess we do, Rich.”

Yeah it feels like summer

Yeah it feels like summer, when s(he) was a lover to me

The dry August hair pushed his way through Richie’s tousled curls as he stood on the curb next to his truck. It was packed full of all of suitcases and boxes, ready for his move out west. Maggie Tozier wouldn’t stop fussing, trying to make sure Richie had everything he could possibly need.

“Ma, it’s fine. We’ve checked and double-checked the list. If I really need anything I’ll call when I get there and you can mail it to me.” Maggie nodded tearfully before pulling Richie into a tight hug.

“I can’t believe my baby is all grown up!” She cried. “I love you so much, Richie.” Richie smiled and rubbing his mother’s back soothingly.

“I love you too, ma.” Just as he pulled back he saw a familiar shape over his mother’s shoulder. The rest of the losers had already left for their respected destinies but Eddie would be the last to go. Richie tried to ignore the prickle he felt at the corners of his eyes at the thought of not seeing Eddie tomorrow. Eddie made his way up to Richie somewhat slowly, hands in his pockets. He looked a little uneasy. Maggie went inside to do one last sweep of the house as Eddie finally made his way up to Richie.

“Spaghetti! You came to say goodbye!” Richie scooped Eddie up into his arms. Eddie didn’t have enough time to get his hands out of his pockets, so his arms were pinned to his sides. He laughed anyway before Riche put him down.

“Yeah, I figured I couldn’t let you leave without one more of these.” He reached up and punched Richie in the shoulder. 

“Ouch, Edward! You wound me!” Richie held himself dramatically before grinning up at Eddie. Eddie couldn’t help but smile back. The only thought running through Riche’s brain was IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. They fell into a small silence before Eddie broke it with a sad, scared voice.

“Do you really think we’re all going to forget each other?” He said so quietly Richie almost missed it. “Just like that?” Richie stiffened. The question he’d been avoiding asking himself for weeks. Before he thought about it too much and gave himself too much time to let the tears well up in his eyes, he pulled Eddie into another hug. He splayed his hands across Eddie’s back whose hands made their way up past Richie’s shoulders and into his hair.

“I don’t know how I could ever forget you, Eds.” He felt Eddie nod lightly and give a little sniffle.

“You know I love you, right, Rich?” Richie nodded fervently and cleared his throat before croaking out.

“Yeah, ‘course. Love you too, Eds. Love you most.” The pang in his chest flared as he heard his mother’s footsteps on the porch and he let Eddie go. He rubbed furiously at his eyes. 

“Well, Richie. I guess you’re right. I couldn’t find anything else to that looked like you’d forgotten.” Richie looked up and plastered the widest grin he could muster on his face. 

“Told ya, ma.” He glanced between Eddie and his mother before clapping his hands together. 

“Well, it’s time for Trashmouth Tozier to hit the road! Won’t get rich and famous just standing here.” He forced himself to keep the grin on his face throughout the rest of the goodbye and only allowed the tears to finally stream down his cheeks when he could only see the faint outline of Eddie waving goodbye in the rear-view mirror.

Let me see the smile, stay with me a while

I cried for you, you were the song in my life

Richie scrambled over to Eddie’s frail body.

“No, no, no, no please no.” Richie’s voice broke into a sob and he held the love of his life tightly against his chest. He put his forehead against Eddie’s and another sob broke through his aching lungs. Eddie’s skin was so cold, too cold. He felt the same temperature on his cheek as Eddie’s hand made it into his hair like when they were kids.

“It’ll be okay, Rich.” Richie shook his head furiously.

“No, no it won’t.” He gripped Eddie tighter and added his hand atop of Eddie’s. Eddie feebly nodded to try and reassure him, but Richie just continued shaking his head.

“No. You have to stay with me, Eds. Okay? We’re gonna get you out of here and we’re gonna save you and everything is going to be just fine.” Eddie gave Richie a broken smile. 

“Don’t call me Eds.” A broken laugh escaped Richie’s mouth at the ridiculousness of it all. He could hear the rest of his friends fighting the clown in the distance but he didn't care to help. The only thing he cared about was Eddie right here in his arms. He felt Eddie’s arm go limp but Richie only pressed the cold hand into his cheek harder. 

“Please don’t leave me. Please.” He cried. Eddie took a labored breath.

“Rich, you know I... I..” and Richie felt the last breath leave his body. He couldn’t stop himself from watching the life leave Eddie’s eyes and Richie felt the world was crumble around him. He chest felt ripped open and raw as the sobs racked his body. He pulled Eddie’s limp body tight against his chest and pressed his lips to his ear.

“I love you, I love you. I love you, Eddie, please, please come back to me.” Richie never stopped trying to get Eddie to come back. Even when his friends peeled him off his body and dragged him out of the sewers. He cried and kicked and screamed. He felt like he was drowning. And he wanted to. He wanted to go back into the sewers and die with Eddie. So that just maybe they could be together that way. But he didn’t. Instead he cried and cried and he turned his back to the summer sun that refused to go away.

Didn’t the sun know how much it hurt Richie? How it reminded him of the memories he promised himself not to forget? The sun was too warm and Eddie’s hand on Richie’s cheek had been too cold. Richie wanted the sun to go away forever.

The next day the sun was still too much. The heat was harsh and biting against Richie’s back and he lightly traced the letters. R+E forever etched into the bridge and into his heart. Hot, heavy tears made their way out of Richie’s eyes again as he cursed sun and the summer and the wood under his fingers. The real warmth in his life had gone.

Yeah it feels like summer,

when he was a lover to me...

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

a little jealous

A/N: this was requested by anon, I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!

request: Could you write a fic post it chapter 2 where Richie and Eddie start dating, but then Richie starts to feel jealous of Eddie with an attractive coworker?

warnings: a few curse words, a very brief mention of homophobia, a bit of self doubt

They’ve been officially dating for two months when Eddie invites Richie to join him on a work related business party. It’s not the first one Eddie has had to go to, but up until now he had always made up an excuse so that he only had to stay for about an hour, not nearly long enough for Richie to tag along to.

The difference between this one and the others he has already been too, is that this time he needs to stay to the end. Eddie might be up for a promotion if his boss takes a liken too him, which is why he is determined to make a good impression. If Eddie gets turned down, he’ll probably leave his job and search for another one, Richie thinks, since Eddie had been going on none stop about quitting.  

Richie has been to his office before, on more than one occasion, when Eddie was so stressed he forgot his lunch, so it’s not his first Rodeo. He knows a few people that will attend, like Anisa who is the secretary on the bottom floor, Emmet who is Eddie’s coworker and works in the office adjacent to his, and Karen who is about as much a pain in the ass as Eddie’s mom, but Richie loves to fuck with her.

Anisa is his best friend in the office, well of course besides Eds, but whenever he stops by, he always leaves some form of candy on her disk, a references to the first time the two met, when Richie accidentally dropped all the candy he was planning to surprise Eddie with. It had been Halloween, and even though Eddie didn’t celebrate it, none of the losers actually, Richie still felt the need to do something. They hit it off straight after, especially when Anisa confided in him that she had never seen Eddie smile as much as when he got together with him.

Emmet is a bit of a hardass, work till he drops, party till he drops kind off guy. Full-on in everything he does, which sometime is a little of putting, but it can also cause hilarious comedy gold moments, which Richie has used multiple times in his sketches.

He’s pretty sure his winning Karen over aswell, since he has even managed to get a small smile out of her, which is a hell of a lot more than he ever got from Sonia.

The others he knows only vaguely by the nicknames he gave them, ranging from boss man to toilet man, the latter spending all his time on the toilet if Eddie is anything to go by.

Still, Richie is very excited when he gets permission from Eddie to go with him, so much so that he’s practically bouncing on his foot whilst he gets ready. Eddie is less keen on going tonight, but that has nothing to do with the fact that Richie is going.

Ever since returning from Derry, the two of them don’t go out much. They meet up with the losers, but apart from that they usually spend their time inside of the confinements of their home, either fighting over he gets the remote, cooking, working or annoying the shit out of each other.

Neither of them want to either, they enjoy each other’s company, and those of the other members of the losers club. When they do go out, they always seem to run into someone they know giving them shit about being gay. ‘Oh Eddie, I thought you were still married to your wife?’ or ‘If it isn’t the trashmount with a boy. What happened couldn’t get enough girl anymore?’

Most of them don’t mean bad, and Eddie nor Richie are ashamed of their love, they’re just tired of having to explain over and over again, so they stay in.

Work parties are the worst for Eddie, who doesn’t even like most of his coworkers to begin with, but sometimes they are mandatory, and he has no choice but to drag his ass over there.

So Eddie grumbles his way through getting ready, shaving and brushing his teeth with a stern look on his face, picking out his and Richie’s cloths. ‘There’s no way I’m letting you dress yourself, you’ll look like a walking Christmas tree.’

They lose some time while they get ready because Richie tries to cheer Eddie up a bit, by threatening to dose him in cold water, welcoming the snappy warning Eddie sends his way.

By the time they make it to Eddie’s workplace, where the party is going to be held, it’s a quarter past nine, while they were supposed to be there at nine.

This does not do any wonders for Eddie’s mood, who’s scowl turns impossibly bigger. He almost trips over his own two feet in his haste to make it inside, but before they do, he tugs Richie aside by the hem of his sleeve.

‘Please act normal, I need this job alright?’

‘My Eds, you wound me. You think I would throw away your honor just for a few laughs from a couple of lads, I could never.’ Richie’s British voice thick his words with an accent, having the intended effect. A smile tugs up the sides of Eddie’s mouth, even when he desperately tries to hide it, rolling his eyes extravagantly.

‘See that’s what I mean dickhead, don’t do the fucking British guy or I’m dumping you.’

He’s clearly joking, so Richie doesn’t dignify it with a response, though he does snort a little in amusement. ‘Sir, yes sir.’ He calls out long after Eddie has turned his back, cackling when Eddie flips him the bird behind his back. Fondly, Richie follows him through the long corridors, first turning right, then left, left again to eventually enter a massive open space, not to far from the bathroom Richie always uses when he comes to visit.

‘Hey, if you want to get out of here, just use the word salmon for whatever, than we’ll skoot on right out of here, Eddie Spaghetti’, Richie whispers inconspicuously to Eddie, trying to avoid being heard by somebody else. He hopes he succeeded, but by the looks of it, he did.

Eddie shakes his head fondly, his hand interlocking with Richie’s with a warning squeeze.

‘Shut up you idiot’, he mumbles fondly, the look in his eyes radiating nothing but love for the man in next to him.  

They spot Anisa first, the sour look on her face melting away when she sees the two of them entering. She grabs two more drinks, balancing a total of three drinks in two hands, and offers it gracefully to them.

‘What took you guys so long?’ The voice of Bon Jovi booms through the room, originating from a djs-table in the left corner, making it hard to understand what she’s saying.

‘Mister clean over here had to be completely dosed up for this occasion, I think he changed cloths like three times, isn’t that right Eds?’ to be fair though, Eddie looks horrendously handsome, it’s almost criminal. His suit accentuates all the good features of his body, which is everything, his dress shoes make a squeaking noise every time they walk over the floor, and his hair is neatly combed back, making him look even more attractive than he already is daily.

A huff is forced out of him when he feels Eddie’s elbow dig slightly into his side. Eddie glare is turned up to a hundred.

‘Do you know how unsanitary it is to not wash every day? Do you know how many germs are transferred onto your hand by just touching a doorknob? If I didn’t wash up you know statistically speaking I have a 40% change of catching a disease? You know this asshole, why would you need to-‘

He’s intercepted by Anisa; ‘you two are so cute together’, and Richie couldn’t agree more. He takes a sip of his drink; which is champagne apparently, and is seconds away from asking Eddie who his boss is supposed to be, when a man Richie has never seen around the office makes an appearance, sliding in front Eddie’s left to give him a tight hug. By doing so, he breaks the link that Richie and Eddie hands still had, rudely shoving Richie slightly back.

He frowns, but does nothing as he waits for Eddie to introduce them. Anisa, who is still standing with them, looks to be as flabbergasted as he is.

‘Eddie, look at you. Handsome as always’, the man compliments while pulling back, his eyes shamelessly raking over Eddie’s form.

Eddie laughs politely, thanking him while reaching for Richie’s hand again. ‘Yeah, good to see you to Seth, this is my boyfriend Richie Tozier’, Eddie explains when the guy, Seth, makes no move to introduce himself.

Seth forces a curt nod towards Richie, not so much as a hello. It irks Richie to no end, but this might the one Eddie’s trying to impress, and Richie is not enough of an asshole to ruin Eddie’s chances because he’s annoyed.

‘I’m going to find Emmet, I’ll see you guys later’, Anisa tells them, as she turns around and walks off, something Richie would love to be doing now too.

He stays rooted to his spot though, trying to make himself as big as possible. It must look a bit ridiculous, but he can’t help it, there’s something about this guy.

‘So, have you managed to talk to the boss man yet? The guy really likes fresh workers.’ He tries to joke, but it falls flat, and Richie can’t help but feel smug and a little sympathetic towards the guy, so he laughs a bit awkwardly. It’s better than not responding at all, he argues, but then Seth levels him with such an annoyed look that Richie can’t help but feel a little intimidated by.

He hasn’t seen that sort of look since Sonya, and for all his joking about her, he really was terrified that she would manage to convince Eddie to stay away from for good. Uneasiness sweeps it’s way through Richie’s body, the only thing keeping him slightly calm and stable, is the hand he’s holding.

Richie tries to change the subject, to distract himself from how weird he finds the guy, by asking how he and Eddie know each other.

‘We collaborate on projects from time to time, Seth works for one of our client companies.’

‘Yeah, and we wouldn’t be coming back to the same firm if it wasn’t for Eddie over here,’ he gestures to Eddie as if Richie didn’t know who the fuck that was, ‘I’ve never had a more dedicated, ambitious, articulated, clever –‘

While he continues to dish out compliments, Richie reaches his arm over Eddie’s shoulders, pulling him flush to his side. Obviously it’s wonderful to hear compliments, and god knows Eddie deserves nothing but that, but it’s quite off putting that the same guy keeps praising him at every turn, and not even acknowledges his boyfriends presence instead being rude.

Eddie response by pressing a kiss to Richie’s cheek, which is a lot of PDA for him, maybe to sooth Richie, maybe because it was an automatic reflex, either way, Richie takes a deep breath and manages to hold his tongue till the guy is finished talking.

‘Yep, that’s my Eds, nothing but the best. I’m lucky to have him.’

He looks up from Eddie’s face to smile brightly in Seth’s vicinity, not even trying to compete with him, just being brutally honest.

‘He’s just as ambitious at home by the way, you should see the poses he can bend into when we’re-‘

‘Beep beep, Richie’, Eddie’s voice, sharp as the edge of a knife cuts in. ‘Don’t you dare finish that sentence you prick. And don’t call me that.’

Richie cackles, gripping his stomach with the one hand that isn’t occupied to stop himself from doubling over, Eddie’s angry face only making it worse.

‘Why do you call him Eds? He told you he doesn’t like that.’

Richie’s head snaps back up again, and this time, he feels actual anger. It’s one thing to flirt with Eddie in front of him, or be rude to him, Richie can deal with that, at least on the outside. But insulting their nicknames? He knows for a fact Eddie only tells him to stop calling him that out of habit, Eddie having admit to that himself, but this guy had no right commenting on it.

Eddie himself seems agitated now, in a truly fashion, one that he has never used to talk to Richie, but before he can say anything, another man steps their way, extending his hand and waiting for Eddie to shake it.

‘Mister Duke, how are you sir?’ Eddie asks a little nervously, and Richie lets his arm drop down. He refuses to let Eddie be denied this opportunity by homophobia, even if he isn’t sure that the man is homophobic, he’s not ready to take any changes.

With a gesture over his shoulder, Eddie follows who Richie presumes is his boss over to a table with man who looked like they stepped right out of the TV show suits, but Richie declines to walk with him.

Eddie needs a chance to prove himself, and Richie was just going to support him from where he was standing.

For a minute, he forgets Seth is still standing with him, until he opens his mouth again.

‘You know you’re only dragging him down right?’ He asks cruelly.

Richie frowns at him, his hands closed in fists, trying to lure himself away from his breaking point.

‘He would do much better with me. What do you have to offer? Money? I’ve got plenty of that, and at least I have status. Some small town comedian who flunked at his show that one time, and still hasn’t made a comeback yet. You look about as disheveled as a homeless men, and I can’t say I see much love between the two of you. You annoy him, and you might find it funny, respectable people don’t. Leave him before you ruin him like you ruined yourself. I could take better care of him than you ever could.’

After his monologue, he stares Richie down with a cocky expression, seemingly daring Richie to respond. When he doesn’t get one in ten seconds, he trudges on, probably to on to the next person to bother.

Richie feels like all the bones in his body have turned to liquid as he struggles to stay upright. For a moment he gazes around the room in shame, because it seems like a scene from a movie where everyone looks on to the bully annihilating some nerd, as that is the exact same emotion Richie comprehends, before he realizes that everyone is caught up in their own conversation, and he too walks off, going to the bathroom.

He knows Eddie will search for him when he’s done with his conversation, but for a moment that thought is put on the back-burner as he starts to get a little faint. It takes longer than it usually does to reach the toilet door, in the meanwhile he’s had to shrug Emmet of and ignore Anisa’s callout, but none of that matters when he finally gets there.

As soon as the door closes behind him, a loud sob leaves his throat. Only one sob is allowed to leave his lips, he argues with himself, so he resumes to silent tears only after that.

Overreactor, his traitorous mind hisses at him, and he knows it’s right, but he can’t help how he feels. He survived a fucking clown alien attacking him, and even that didn’t make him cry until he thought Eddie might have died.

However, he knows that Seth had a point, Richie is really not good enough for Eddie. And maybe Seth could be, at the very least, he did have a stable job, and he thinks highly of Eddie, maybe he was right, and he should leave Eddie so he can grow to his full potential.

Some times goes by while he’s thinking it over, and in the meanwhile he has moved to wash his face by the washing bins, scrubbing the area around his eyes to make it appear like he wasn’t crying. As he’s doing this, he hears Eddie call out to him. ‘Hey dickhead, you in here?’

The door whips open, clashing against the wall with a loud bang so hard that Richie flinches for a moment. A worried looking Eddie is standing in the door opening, his tie undone atop his blazer, and his frantic eyes searching the door, calming down slightly when he sees Richie.

‘Hey, why are you taking so long, you fall in the toilet or something?’ Eddie tries, a futile attempt at ignorance, Richie can clearly see how perturbed he is, but he’s kind enough to let Richie come to him.

Instead of telling Eddie the things that are on his mind, Richie tries to force a way around the topic, by using humor and creating a joke. ‘Well Eds, I was just about to call your mom, to declare my love for her.’

‘Richie’, Eddie sighs, running a hand over his face like he’s trying to mentally prepare himself? By the tone of his voice, Richie understands that Eddie is asking him to tell the truth, to speak what’s on his mind, but that can be so hard sometimes, so in lieu of having a conversation with Eddie, Richie starts to cry.

A hand pushes it’s way up to his mouth, trying to desperately to muffle the cries of despair, shame was again white hot present in his mind. Eddie looks shocked for about a second flat, before rushing over to Richie, grabbing his neck and pushing his head against the crook of his shoulder, rubbing his own hand up and down Richie’s back, and the other one through his hair.  

‘Rich, it’s okay. You can talk to me dumbass, that’s what boyfriends are supposed to do.’

There’s nothing but silence for a few minutes, which Eddie grants Richie, just trying to get him to calm down.

‘do you ever doubt our relationship?’ Richie finally asks, feeling the way Eddie’s entire body freezes up as if he was told Pennywise was back.

Richie hurries to continue. ‘I mean, if I’d had to choose between me and Seth, I’d pick Seth too. He has a good job and I might be out of one after waiting so long to go on stage again, and I look ridicules, and I push your buttons,’ Richie takes a break to gulp in a large gush of air. ’I’m just saying, I’d get if you would want to break up with me.’

Yet, when Eddie pulls back slightly, Richie panics before letting him get too far. Eddie laughs again, still close enough that their noses are pressed together with Richie bend down the way he is.

‘Hey Rich, you’re really fucking stupid you know that?’ Eddie says with a voice so incredibly soft and fond, Richie nearly melts to a puddle. He’s still stroking curl after curl on Richie’s head, comforting him best he can when they’re in a public bathroom.

‘You’ll have a job. You’re so good at being funny Richie. Even if I don’t say that enough. Besides, let’s say you don’t, you will but just hypothetically, I don’t care about that. I only want to spend time with you. You dress like a toddler, but I like that, it makes you look goofy, just like your personality.’

With a smile that’s showing his teeth, Eddie presses a quick kiss on Richie’s mouth, pulling back fast and firing two more in rapid succession.

‘I love you Rich. Not fucking Seth, Fuck that guy. I could never want to be with him, ever. I mean it when I say I love you dickwad, despite my questionable decision, I choose you.’

Richie giggles, hearty when Eddie stands on his tippy toes to kiss his forehead, and for a moment he feels like he’s five years old. He’s glad to have Eddie, and he’s even more satisfied that Eddie wants him back. Not amnesia could stand in their way, he’s so idiotic to believe a guy from Eddie’s fucking job could.

‘Now, come on. First I have to kick Seth’s ass for making my boyfriend cry. I have to set an example here. Then we’ll go home and cuddle okay? We'll clean the salmon or whatever the fuck sentence I'm supposed to make with that and skoot on home’

Richie shakes his head negatively, ‘what about your job promotion?’

As if suddenly remembering so, Eddie grins like a cat that go the cream.

‘Don’t worry about that, I got the job.’

When they cuddle at night in their bad, after a heavy make out session, and a small skype party with the losers in honor of Eddie’s promotion, Richie falls asleep, safely knowing that Eddie was with him, and he no matter what, he wasn’t leaving.  

[ur-not-reddie]

I Think I’m Okay

chapter one

pairing: Reddie

word count: 1723

warnings: hints of abuse

prompt: best friends to lovers

Modern day AU, aged up to 18

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"That is so ridiculous," Richie says as he leans back in his chair, sipping his milkshake. "There's no way in hell Spiderman would beat Thor in a fight." 

"You never know," Eddie shrugs his shoulders. 

"The Hulk can't even pick up Thor's hammer, so there's no way in hell Spiderman would ever win." he says and leans in closer to Eddie. 

"Why do you have to underestimate Spiderman?" Eddie defends himself. 

"Because he's literally purposeless, he wasn't even in the Avengers until later."

"He was in the originals," Eddie snaps. Richie rolls his eyes as he laughs. 

"Purposeless," Richie whispers.

"You're purposeless!" Richie looks at Eddie, giving him an 'oh-please' look. "You're not," Eddie says softly and takes their shared milkshake from Richie's hands. 

"I love your comebacks," Richie sighs adoringly. 

"Why?" Eddie furrows his brows at the other. 

"Because they're awful," Richie giggles. "But it's okay, shitty comebacks are my thing anyway." he winks. A small smile forms on Eddie's lips as he looks at Richie. Richie smiles in return and grabs the drink back. "Also I'm paying today."

"No you're not," Eddie says quickly, almost cutting Richie off. "You paid yesterday, it's my turn." 

"Well I'm paying again," Richie says as he asks the nearest waitress for the bill. 

"I pay every Monday, Wednesday and we split Friday. It's Wednesday in case you forgot." Eddie says, frustration behind his tone. 

"I didn't forget, I'm just paying again." Richie says calmly as he gets the money out of his pocket. Eddie copies his actions by also grabbing his money, but Richie already hands his to the waitress before Eddie can even get his out. "Ready?" Richie asks, Eddie turning on his heels and heading out the door, not even waiting for the other boy. "Oh really? You're seriously not mad over, like, a few dollars?" Richie asks running after him. "Come on, get on." he says signaling towards the piggyback rides he always gives Eddie. Richie swears that Eddie sits on his back more than he actually walks. 

"No," Eddie mutters as he continues on. 

"No?" Richie asks in genuine shock. "Since when does Eddie Kaspbrak reject a piggyback ride?" he asks and walks after Eddie once again. "Fine, I guess I'll hold your hand then." Richie grabs the other boy's hand only for Eddie to pull it away. "Okay, then I guess I'll hold your finger." he grabs Eddie's pinky finger, Eddie pulling away again. "Damn, I guess I'll hold your fucking elbow." Richie huffs and grabs Eddie’s elbow, this time Eddie doesn't pull away. "Oh, so I can hold your elbow but not your fucking hand?" Eddie tries his best not to smile but fails miserably. "Yeah, you can't be mad at me." Richie smirks as his hand slyly slides down Eddie's forearm and lands itself right in Eddie's hand. 

"Shut up," Eddie says as he looks down, trying to hide the obvious blush that's forming on his cheeks. 

"Piggyback ride now?" 

Eddie quickly pulls his hand away from Richie's and hops onto his back. Richie throws his arms out to the side and starts running around making airplane noises. Eddie grips onto him tighter as he's a giggling mess. Richie runs around, spins in circles and ducks under tree branches causing Eddie to laugh even harder. 

The thing about these two is that they're not dating. But every other human is fooled; the Losers even think they're dating and just hiding it. They do coupley things like getting milkshakes everyday after school, building forts on the weekends and having movie nights. Sometimes they'll even sneak out of their houses because they can't handle being away from each other for so long, even though they'll see each other the next day at school. They are so infatuated with and by one another that they can't seem to get enough. They're only satisfied when they're together. 

"Ladies and gentlemen," Richie says in a low, deep voice. "We have arrived at our destination; Richie Tozier's shitty car." Richie drops Eddie at the passenger side door, opening it for him. Richie closes it and hops in the drivers side. 

"Wanna come over?" Eddie asks sweetly. 

"I can't," Richie sulks as he starts the car. "My moms home." his words are filled with sorrow as fret builds its way up in Eddie's veins. 

"Richie-"

"I'll be okay," Richie cuts Eddie off. He knows that if he lets Eddie talk about the subject of Richie’s mother, he'll never stop talking. He will go on and on and beg Richie to stay at his house. And as much as Richie wants to, he can't. "She wants me home."

"You can't though, I just, I-"

"Eds, I'll be okay. I promise. I'll even pinky promise." Richie says as he holds out his pinky finger. Eddie gives Richie a look of dismay. 

"You can't do that because you know it won't be okay, and we don't break pinky promises." Richie frowns and the two sit there for a second before Richie heads off to Eddie's house. The car ride is silent, but it's not awkward. Eddie knows exactly what's going to happen when Richie gets home and Richie knows too, even though he doesn't want to admit it. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Richie says softly as he pulls into Eddie's driveway. 

"Please," Eddie begs through teary eyes. 

"You know I would if I could," Richie looks down at the steering wheel. 

"Call me or text me?" Eddie sniffs and wipes away his tears that are now streaming down his tanned cheeks. Richie nods and gives a weak smile. They say their goodbyes before Eddie heads on inside and Richie drives away. 

"How was AV club?" Eddie's mother, Sonia, asks. Eddie has built up this lie to where he tells his mother that he stays after school everyday for AV club when in reality he just hangs out with Richie. He knows his mother would never allow this, not on a daily basis at least, so he just tells her he has AV club. 

"It was good. I've got a lot of homework to do." Eddie lies as he runs up to his room. He shuts his door and plops down on his bed, waiting for Richie to text or call but he never does. 

*

The next day at school, Eddie doesn't hesitate and storms his way through everyone to find Richie. He's upset that Richie never contacted him last night, but he's also worried that bad things happened to him as well. Eddie finds Richie at his locker, Eddie leaning up against it, waiting for Richie to notice him. 

"Hey, Eds." Richie says in the most chipper tone he can. 

"Don't," Eddie says coldly. 

"Don't what?" 

"Why didn't you text or call last night?" 

"I was busy with homework," Richie lies and looks down at the floor. 

"You and I both know that's bullshit," Richie snaps his head back up at the sudden attitude. 

"I was just busy, okay?" Richie shuts his locker and rests the side of his head against it. The two boys stare at each other for a while before Eddie impulsively grabs Richie's wrist, telling him to come with him and drags him to the boys bathroom. He pulls Richie inside the big stall and locks themselves in. "I don't know what you're up to, but this is really gay." Richie snorts. 

"I'm not fucking around Richie!" Eddie's tone is more strident, his words hit Richie like a million knives. "Show me." 

"Woah, Eds." Richie throws his hands up in defense. "I'm not showing you my dick." Richie tries to joke again, but Eddie clearly isn't having it. Eddie grabs the bottom of Richie's sweatshirt and lifts it up, revealing big blue and purple bruises. He only sees a glimpse of them before Richie aggressively pulls his sweatshirt back down. Richie stares at Eddie, speechless.

"And you tried to pinky promise last night," Eddie's voice cracks as he tries to hold back his tears that are threatening to spill out of his eyes. 

"It's fine," Richie tries to reassure the other but fails. 

"No it's not," Eddie says in a calmer, softer tone. 

"I just don't want you to worry about me," Richie says just as gently, looking down at his shoes.

"Of course I'm going to worry about you!" Eddie says as if it's obvious. 

"And that's what I'm afraid of! You don't need to worry about me because I'll be okay. I don't want to put that stress on you, I don't want to put that fear on you. It's not okay for you." Richie lets a few tears slide down his face. It's rare that Richie cries in front of anyone, but Eddie's not just anyone. Richie hardly cries, but when he does, it's usually around Eddie. 

"But you think it's okay for you?" 

"This is not your problem to fix, Eds." 

"Richie!" Eddie says as he walks forward and cups the boy's face gently. "I want to help you. Just please, let me help." Richie leans his forehead against Eddie's as Richie lets out silent sobs. Eddie gently rubs his thumbs across Richie's cheeks, staring at his lips. He wants to kiss Richie so badly, but he knows he shouldn't. It would be wrong, wouldn't it? 

"I'm just scared for you," Richie pulls away and looks Eddie in his warm, chocolate eyes. 

"Why for me?" Eddie asks, puzzled.

"Because I'm afraid that one day you will see me the way that I see myself. And if that day ever comes, I know you will walk away. I don't want you to walk away." Richie whispers the last part as he chokes back more tears.

"Oh, Richie." Eddie sighs and pulls the other in for a tight hug. "I'm never going to walk away, even if you wanted me to." Richie pulls away and gives Eddie a broken smile. Eddie leans his head against Richie's again for a few seconds then pulls away wiping his tears. "You okay?" Richie nods and the two exit the stall only for them to receive weird looks from a few guys.

"It's not what you think you sick minded fucks!" Richie spits and speeds out of the boys bathroom. 

'There's my Richie' Eddie thinks as he smiles to himself.

[thestarsaroundyourscars]

17 and 4 with reddie?????

This turned into a hammock fic because that scene has been the only thing in my mind for the last couple of days. No spoilers. They’re a bit older in this. Hope you like it!

4. You mean too much to me

17. Nothing is wrong with you

Eddie made his way through the barrens easily, heading for the clubhouse. Ben had tied pieces of fabric around some branches to guide the losers to it, but Eddie didn’t need them. His great sense of direction was enough to lead him through the trees and bushes until he could see the trapdoor in the ground. He opened it, climbing down the ladder and hoping down onto the floor.

“Eds!" 

Eddie let out a strangled scream, whirling around to find Richie rocking in the hammock, grinning at him. "You scared the fuck out of me asshole!”

“It’s not my fault you’re so jittery.” Richie said with a playful smirk, his voice sounded slightly off but Eddie couldn’t pinpoint why. 

“Fuck you Richie. Where’s everyone?”

Richie shrugged, he’d been reading a comic before Eddie came down and now he picked it up, turning the page. “Fuck if I know. What are you doing here?”

Eddie sighed, kicking an empty can someone left on the floor. “My mom was throwing a fit and I just needed to get out of the house. I thought I could hide here until she cools off.”

“You should’ve just called me Eds, you know I can get her in a good mood.”

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie said, rolling his eyes, his friend chuckled. “Why are you here?" 

Richie pulled up the comic to cover his face, answering with nothing more than a shrug. 

Eddie who didn’t like being ignored especially not by Richie picked up the can and threw it at him, hitting him in the head. "What are you looking at?”

“Your mom.” Richie replied, not missing a beat. Eddie scrunched up his nose, Richie saw this and he looked almost apologetic. “Shit sorry. Wanna come look?”

Eddie nodded, walking over to the hammock and toeing off his shoes. He climbed on it, the hammock swinging a little with Eddie’s added weight. They both used to get into arguments over the hammock every time they would hang out at the clubhouse and Bill came up with the ten minutes rule to try and minimize the bickering but they rarely respected the rule. Richie often refused to accept that his ten minutes were up, leading to Eddie climbing angrily next to him. 

It wouldn’t really be a problem if they just left it at that but the bickering would continue with Eddie annoying Richie by tickling his side, tapping him in the face with his foot, knocking his glasses off and Richie annoying Eddie right back by joking about his mother and spiders falling from the roof and into his hair. It was their way of trying to get the other to leave the hammock, so they could keep it all to themselves but they were both stubborn and no matter how flustered Richie became with Eddie’s ―more often than not, bare― legs bracketing his or how much Eddie would blush when Richie’s hand would try to push him away by wrapping his hand around his ankle, they both stood their ground. 

The losers had all stopped trying to even get their share of the hammock. Somehow it was always Richie or Eddie or both in it. And no one enjoyed trying to get between― that.

After a couple of years, they still bickered over the hammock every once in awhile but sometimes they didn’t even try to pretend they had an excuse, both of them climbing into the hammock without a work when they hung there. 

Eddie squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable. They were situated shoulder to shoulder, their legs a little tangled up from lack of space. 

Richie adjusted the comic so that Eddie could see it but even then they have to push their heads together, Richie’s curls tickling Eddie’s face. 

Eddie eyed the drawings in the pages, not really paying attention to them but welcoming the distraction. He could feel Richie’s eyes occasionally darting from the comic book to his face, it made the skin on his neck prickle. “What?” Eddie snapped, fidgeting under his stare. The hammock swings from the small movement. 

“What what?”

“You’re staring at me. You should be staring at the comic." 

"But you’re much more cuter.” Richie cooed.

Eddie rolled his eyes, feeling a blush creeping up his face. He tried elbowing Richie but his arm was trapped between the two of them. He leans back slightly to look at him. “Seriously what is it? Do I have something on my face?” Richie shook his head. “Then what?”

Richie shrugged, turning slightly toward Eddie. “I’m sorry your mom was being a bitch.”

“Oh.” Eddie exhaled, taken by surprise. “Thanks Richie.” He smiles softly at him. Richie reaches up to nervously adjust his glasses. Their faces were merely inches away and Eddie gulped. He felt like he should say something, if only to break the silence but his throat felt dry. Richie was staring at him funny, eyes darting between Eddie’s eyes and his lips. Those eyes were comically huge, both from his glasses and how close they were. “Richie are you―”

Okay. The last word was swallowed by Richie’s mouth. That was currently against his own. Because Richie was kissing him. Holy fuck. 

Eddie’s eyes stayed open for half a second and he saw that Richie’s were shut tight. Richie’s glasses were poking his cheek and their noses were squished together. Eddie felt his eyes flutter closed when Richie slightly moved his lips, his hand coming up to cradle Eddie’s face. 

Eddie let out a noise ―a small gasp, when Richie licked at his bottom lip. That seemed to snap Richie out of it. He pulled back abruptly, eyes widening with surprise and ―fear. 

“Shit! Shit shit shit.” He muttered, voice coming out high pitched and panicked. 

“Richie―”

“Fuck Eds. Fuck! I screwed up.” He tried to get away, forgetting he was in the hammock and tipping over the edge, landing on the floor with an oof. The hammock rocked, almost sending Eddie to the ground. He found his balance and peeked over the edge to stare at Richie on the floor. 

“Are you okay?” He asked when he saw Richie’s scraped knee, covered in dirt. He was staring down at it but when Eddie spoke, Richie looked up at him, his eyes shining with unshed tears. Eddie didn’t think that was only because of the fall. 

“I’m sorry Eddie. I shouldn’t have done that. Fuck I’m so stupid.” He mumbled, voice coming out quiet and shaky. “Fuck I screwed up. Don’t be mad please. I’m sorry.”

Eddie shook his head, but Richie wasn’t staring at him. “Richie I’m not mad.”

“I fucking kissed you.” Richie spat the words out with disgust. 

“I― you did but I'm― I’m not mad.” Eddie assured him, he swung his legs over the edge of the hammock and stood up. He tried to get close to Richie but he cowered back. “Richie it’s okay. I know you probably didn’t mean it.”

Richie let out a strained laugh that trailed off into a half sob. “I did Eddie. I wanted to do it I― I wanted to kiss you. I’m sorry Eds I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

Eddie’s heart constricted watching Richie sitting on the floor, knees against his chest and head hanging between them. He kneeled in front of him, trying to get Richie to look at him. “Rich I could never hate you. We're― we’re friends. Best friends. You mean too much to me.”

Richie looked up, his eyes were puffy and wet, a few tears had managed to escape and were trailing down his cheeks. “You should.” Richie sniffled. “You should hate me. I'm― there’s something wrong with me. Henry was right. I'm―”

“Rich stop okay? Henry’s just a fucking asshole. Nothing is wrong with you.” Richie shook his head, closing his eyes. A few more tears slid down his face. 

“I like you Eds. I like you the way I’m supposed to like girls.” Richie mumbled, quietly. “Tell me that’s not wrong.”

Eddie sighed, placing his hand on Richie’s knee. “It’s not. Not to me.” He said. “And if it is then― then there’s something wrong with me too.” He added softly. He felt nervous, admitting something he hadn’t even admit to himself but it made Richie look up at him with a hopeful expression and that was better than seeing him cry. “I like you too Richie. The way I’m supposed to like girls.”

“You― you do?" 

Eddie nodded, giving him a half smile. "Yes dummy. Now stop crying and let me take a look at that knee.”

In pure Eddie-fashion he had put together a first aid kit when Ben had first shown them the clubhouse and they kept it there just in case. To Eddie their hiding place was a death trap with accidents just waiting to happen but at least this way they were prepared. 

He retrieved it, cleaning away the dirt and disinfecting the scrape before putting a bandaid over it.

“There. It’s okay now." 

"Dr. K strikes again.” Richie chuckled. “Thank you Eds." 

Eddie helped him up, letting out a hiss of pain. 

When he looked up at Richie he saw a small bruise on Richie’s left cheekbone that he couldn’t have gotten from the fall. He didn’t notice it before, with his glasses keeping it from view and the fact that he had been pressed against Richie’s right side. He reached up, running his thumb carefully over it. 

"Bowers.” Richie muttered before Eddie could even ask him how he got it. 

“Is that why you were here? Were you hiding from him?”

Richie nodded. “I ran into him. Fucker started chasing me, yelling stuff at me. I fell, smashed my face against some bench. Luckily I made it here before he could catch me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He said with a shrug. “I was still thinking about it when you got here. I kept going over his words in my head. He said you would hate me. All of you. Especially you.”

“We could never hate you. Yes, you’re annoying and a trashmouth but you’re our friend. No matter who you like.”

“I like you.” Richie repeated but this time his tone was lighter. He exhaled loudly. “Fuck, it feels good to say it out loud.”

Eddie giggled, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. He pressed onto his tiptoes, his hand resting on Richie’s chest for balance as he captured his lips in a short kiss. “I like you too.” He said when he pulled back, Richie smiled dazedly at him, taken by surprise by the kiss just like Eddie was earlier. 

They heard footsteps over them and then the trapdoor opened, they both pulled back just as Stan and Bev climbed down. They narrowed their eyes at Richie and Eddie who just stood there with their cheeks flushed. 

“What are you two up to?” Bev asked, pulling out a cigarette. 

“Eds and I were just making out.” Richie said with a shrug and Eddie elbowed his side. Beep beep his eyes said. 

Stan let out a snort, giving Richie an unimpressed stare. “Eddie would never go near your trashy mouth." 

Richie let out bark of laughter, while Eddie blushed furiously. Stan didn’t notice, busy putting on his shower cap. He was the only one who after all those years always wore it down there, no exception. Beverly, on the other hand was staring curiously between them. 

"We were just reading some comics.” Eddie said, picking up the comic that had fallen to the floor. 

Bev gave them a knowing smile but didn’t say anything, taking a puff from her cigarette. “Don’t let us interrupt you.”

Richie fell into the hammock again and without a word, Eddie climbed up with him. They settled into the same position they did before but with the comic book propped up against Eddie’s knees. It was familiar but in these new circumstances, having kissed just a few minutes ago, the proximity felt different. It made Eddie a bit nervous and a lot excited. 

Their arms were pressed together between their bodies and Eddie felt Richie’s pinky shyly curl around his. Neither of them was paying attention to the comic but Eddie kept turning the pages if anything to keep up their charade, while playing with Richie’s fingers, twin smiles on both of their faces. 

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[denbroughism]

━━  𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

It’s Lilia Barber ( @jaedenphy​ ) day and guess who’s making a fanfic masterlist for her?? That’s right, me! Okay, so I gathered together a bunch of fics I’ve read and considering that you’ve read the fics I sent you, some of these fics you’ve read before but are still godly. List under the cut for length purposes <3

My comments and reviews may contain spoilers and the ones without a specific chapter count are one-shots :)

The way making this masterlist made me reread the fuck out of so many fics smh

LAST UPDATED: 1 August 2020

Bill Denbrough / Richie Tozier

"Game Over, Bitch” by sweetpeacheddie | General

Richie plans a surprise date with Bill, but it doesn't quite go according to plan...

MY COMMENTS: smug Bill? yes. the Bill in this fic made me grin like an idiot just from how sneaky and attractive this little piece of shit is. Richie being soft and scared about Bill not having a good time is so adorable and the way Bill used it against him made me go jsjjdjsjd

Twister by @antisociallilbrat | Teen

Fluffiness, tongue twisters, and making out

MY COMMENTS: it’s short but still adorable idc idc. fics about love interests helping Bill with tongue twisters is adorable in itself and the flirting and the teasing in this fic made me scream from how cute they are pls

The Cruel Irony of Sunshine by @theflirtmeister​ | Teen

That’s when Richie spots him.

Leaning against one of the ridiculous fake palm trees, clearly not listening to the conversation he’s caught in, is Bill Denbrough in the fucking flesh. Richie could have picked him out from a hundred yards away, with his floppy hair, perfect eyebrows and jawline that could cut crystal.

Richie hates everything about him.

MY COMMENTS: the reason why i want to write bichie fanfics. the amount of angst and fluff mixed with longing and pining is godtier. the way they fell apart because of a fight and the first thing they do when they meet—after pining and longing mixed with anger—is fight made me cry :’)

Disciplinary Action by Apuzzlingprince | Explicit

He simply sat down on the end of Bill’s bed and patted a knee. Bill stared at him, uncomprehending.

“Bill,” said Richie, gesturing for him to come closer. “Pants down, over my knees.”

Bill balked. “Wait, s-seriously?”

Bill does something stupid and reaps the reward.

MY COMMENTS: i don’t think i’ve sent you this one because i remember i read it on my laptop instead of my phone lmao. this fic is the definition of “i’ll make it up to you with sex” fics but holy fuck this one is good. i remember reading this a while ago and yelling internally because wow this fic is so jsjsj

Dissolve by @wonderwheelzier | Explicit

After eight years of radio silence, Bill Denbrough finds himself at the same Hollywood party as his once best friend, and his first and only love, Richie Tozier. As adolescent memories come flooding back, Bill has to decide what he wants to do with this second chance.

MY COMMENTS: first off, the author is a brilliant writer so let’s put that out. second of all, this fic is 17K words long so that’s really fun. third of all, what the fuck? this fic is amazing and so well written, honestly. the way the pining and the smut were tied together wonderfully just blows my mind. this is such a pretty fic and the way the story ends with Richie leaving and BIll knowing that there’s no going back? that shit HURTED

If Your Love Was Bad for You by @perceabeth​ | Teen

Prompt: angsty unrequited type of situation with a happy and/or bittersweet ending.

MY COMMENTS: i gotta be real with you, i forgot about this fic whoops. but i read the last paragraph and i started heaving. i love this fic but i forgot the title and the way this fic started jsjfjsjf this fic is ends in a bittersweet tone holy fuck. the account on AO3 is an orphaned account, but i found the tumblr user of the author so here ya go

Soulmate AU by @perceabeth​ | Major Character Death

n/a

MY COMMENTS: i still think of this fic to this very day, this fic is the reason why i hate soulmate AUs oh my God. Richie and Bill’s dynamic isn’t too laid out in this fic, but the ending? God, the ending—absolutely wrecked me. I cried and I screamed and I couldn’t function properly after reading this fic. It’s one of the best fics I’ve ever read and deserves all the love you can give. I love this fic, I adore it, read it.

One Week Away by @trash-the-tozier | Teen | 2/2

School is out for spring break, and the Losers are taking a week long trip to visit Beverly in Portland. Could there have been a worse time for Richie to realize that he was in love with his best friend?

MY COMMENTS: I remember sending this to you but reread it. this fic is so soft and adorable my babies istg. Richie pining for Bill while Bill tried to stay away from Richie because he has a crush on him? God-tier trope. Put it in, roll it up, give it to me. The Stanlon in the background and Bev being the cheerleader she is? i love this

What We Built by @sinningtozier​ | Teen

each nail, each plank, the little scratches on the walls and the sloppily carved initials were a testament to them, a testament to their love and what they built.

MY COMMENTS: Soft boys in love that is all. The connections between kisses and hugs and the tears and pain was just adorable. Bill and Richie always being there for each other makes me smile and cry oh my God

Blood Brothers by @fairyling​ | General

bill and richie don’t say they’re dating but they kiss and they fight. their relationship isn’t one that the other’s understand or event try to.

MY COMMENTS: i read this fic once and i still cry about it <3 it’s just a really soft and adorable fic but then the ending made me scream and cry oh my God. Blood Brothers. The way Bill remembers vaguely even as all else fades away just hits hard. i love this fic so damn much and i think you would too

Eye On the Ball by @call-me-eds​ | Mature

Bill tries to cope with his role in his friend group and Richie can’t stand it.

MY COMMENTS: first of all, everyone say thank you to them for making Bichie Week and making fic hunting a gazillion times easier. Second, this fic is amazing i don’t care. the way Bill is so tight and Richie is trying to loosen him up is a concept that would first come to mind when you think of Bichie, but somehow I’ve rarely seen this put to work. This fic is amazing that is all

The Math Tutor by @sinningtozier​ | General | headcanon

georgie needs a math tutor, bill’s strong point is english not math, so his mom hire’s her coworkers son to tutor him three times a week 

MY COMMENTS: look, i know this is a headcanon but lol i love this so much. Bill is so awkward around Richie and i find that hilarious omfg

Like I Do by @thegreatwhiteferret​ | Explicit

Richie is feeling down on himself because of his ADHD and Bill jumps in and tries to teach him to appreciate all of his flaws for how beautiful they are.

MY COMMENTS: I’ve always been a sucker for Richie’s ADHD going feral and his s/o helping him calm down. This fic covers that part along with smut so bonus points on that

Bill Denbrough / Stanley Uris

Ain’t Eez-Eh by simplerplease | Mature | 17/17

Bill gets drunk, texts a number written on the club bathroom wall, regrets it, then falls in love.

MY COMMENTS: deadass the first thing that comes to my mind when anyone says Stenbrough. this fic is iconic and god-tier. I’ve read this a few times and I love it :’) if you haven’t read this fic... wow alright, cool. read it.

All My Little Words by jojenstarked | Teen

Stanley Uris never considered himself a jealous person. That is, until he met Bill Denbrough and suddenly he was jealous of the person getting songs stuck in his head.

Bill Denbrough had always wanted to meet his soulmate. Then he met Stanley Uris and he forgot all about them. All he wanted to do was get him to love him back.

Good thing they're soulmates.

MY COMMENTS: this fic is so adorable and so soft holy fuck i remember crying a bit after reading this from how sweet this fic is, i love this fic sm

More Like Baerista, Am I Right? by @billdensbrough​  | Not Rated

In which Stan is a fake black coffee drinker, Bill really shouldn't be a barista, and the rest of the losers just want them to get together without a counter in-between them.

MY COMMENTS: First off, this fic is 10K words long and contains slow-burn and a lot of pining so there’s that. Other than that, it’s really soft, adorable and fluffy. It’s just a really adorable stenbrough coffee shop AU, truly one of the best coffee shop AUs

Richie Tozier / Stanley Uris

Untouched (Need You So Much) by breathplayed | Explicit | 9/?

Stan Uris could’ve gone his entire life without knowing what Richie Tozier’s dick looked like.

(Or, Richie has a big dick and Stan the Man has a Big Crisis.)

MY COMMENTS: this is the abandoned fic i cried about the other day omfg i can’t believe i started an unfinished fic :’) but either way, this fic is so sexy and hot holy fuck, the pining, everything is godly. Richie singing a song for Stan and Stan being awkward about it?? amazing. last updated in 2018 and ends with a sort of cliffhanger, but still—

Stan My Man! Series by @birdboyinthedeadlights​ | Explicit | 4/4

n/a

MY COMMENTS: bitch you thought i wouldn’t add this fic on this masterlist when it’s the definition of goddamn iconic. you really thought i was going to leave the fic that pushed us both into the Stozier hole? as if. the was the Stozier friendship and dynamic is laid out is wonderful. The banters and the snark along with the lovely fondness is tied perfectly. i love this, you love this, we all love this, i’m dragging you back into the Stan My Man! series hole, you’re welcome <3

I Wanna Hold You Like You’re Mine by @birdboyinthedeadlights​ | Explicit

Stan's hand was moving before he could think better of it, wanting to touch the pleated navy skirt in front of him. God, it looked so soft, it must feel amazing. The whispered drag across his thighs -

“What’re you doin’?”

Stan’s hand froze, looking up at Richie’s unfocused gaze. No aide of glasses to let him see Stan’s heating face in the low light.

“Nothing.”

Richie’s eyes squinted, trying to make out the shapes around him until he looked to where Stan’s hand still hovered. The small inhale and grin let Stan know he didn’t need his vision clear to figure out what was going on. He always did know Stan too well.

“You’d look pretty in that.”

MY COMMENTS: Hello, yes, the author is so great at writing Stozier fics oh my God. The intimacy, the relationship, the pining, the need. Everything about this fic is brilliant. The way Stan wants Richie’s love and Richie wants to give Stan love but they’re both so afraid, so nervous. God, the way they dance around each other and when it’s time to take a dip, they were both to scared. Oh God, I love them so much and this fic ties the intimacy of pining and the ‘friends-with-benefits’ line so well, so perfectly. The mirroring between past and present? I love this and the author is a genius.

I Need You by @childrenofthe80s​ | Teen

Richie Tozier was a mix of emotions. He was absolutely miserable and it was all because of a motherfucking named Stan.

MY COMMENTS: the way the insecurity trope is flipped to Stan being insecure and Richie holding onto him and comforting him just makes me so soft oh my Lord

The Truth is That I Think I’ve Had Enough by @eddieeatsass​ | Explicit

For the first time since Stan developed feelings for his best friend, Richie was finally single on Valentine’s Day, and Stan was fully planning on taking advantage of it. He invited Richie on a camping trip, just wanting one night where he could pretend, but Richie had different plans.

MY COMMENTS: Yo, do you remember this iconic fic? Because I sure as hell do. The camping mixed with the repressed feeling and Richie slamming his head on the tent cover when he tried to strip? Amazing

why not me? by seeingredfics | Mature | 1/?

everything between stan and richie was supposed to be platonic, especially their secret hook-ups and longing stares.

MY COMMENTS: This is unfinished but even the first chapter has a satisfying end to it. Richie is so soft for Stan, Lord Christ and wasted!Stan gives off second-hand embarrassment like no other. But other than that, it’s amazing.

I Guess That's Love by @birdboyinthedeadlights | explicit

Stan shook as Richie held him.

Richie was used to this - used to the damaged boy with his fractured face and shattered soul. Used to playing clean up to his meltdowns and sitting with him through his dissociations. Richie knew he was a burden, wouldn’t ever say it, but Stan knew.

Stan was tired of knowing.

MY COMMENTS: I don't think this author can even write a bad stozier fic, this is so good as well tf? The angst is so wonderfully done and put together with a Stan Uris who's trying his best just mames it perfect

Bill Denbrough / Richie Tozier / Stanley Uris

Not Complete Until There’s Three by @thoughtfullyyoungduck | Not Rated

Mike’s call brings back some memories for Stan, more specifically memories about Stan and Richie. Stan is in for a rough awakening when he comes back to Derry and finds out Richie and Bill are married.

MY COMMENTS: see my reaction here :’) but other than the angst from Stan’s half, the fic is godtier. There isn’t much Stenbroughzier fics out there, but this one is so satisfying and the way everything falls together was simply perfect.

Sk8er Boi by @s-s-georgie | Teen

Stan and Richie are dating. It sucks that Bill likes both of them.

MY COMMENTS: Honestly the first Stenbroughzier fic I’ve ever read. This fic dragged me into the Stenbroughzier mess I’m now dragging you into, but holy fuck. This fic is really adorable and the pining—the lovely, lovely pining. It’s so soft and adorable aside the slight angst that is all

To Make You Feel My Love by @thegreatwhiteferret | Explicit

Stan takes care of his very neglected boys.

MY COMMENTS: i remember finding this fic and falling in love with it immediately. i know it’s on Tumblr somewhere, but I can’t find the author’s Tumblr (if you know, please respond so I can change it) and this fic covers the intimacy and the worry along with the love and fondness. Really cute, really smutty, threesome warning.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Uris by @thegreatwhiteferret​ | Explicit

Stan is always taking care of his boys and making sure they feel loved, so for his birthday Bill and Richie decide to show him how much they love and appreciate him by fulfilling his biggest fantasy.

MY COMMENTS: This is the second part to this series but it’s optional to read the first one. If you read this in order of the list, then you’ve read the first part lmao. 

Soulmate Tattoos AU by @peachyuris​ | Not Rated

stenbroughzier w/ soulmate tattoos!!

MY COMMENTS: The amount of pining here? Godly. Bill misunderstanding the situation? Stan and Richie feeling like something’s missing? I love this, I love them and I know you’ll love it too.

Milkshake Date by @winterstenbrough | Not Rated

stenbroughzier milkshake/diner date?

MY COMMENTS: Insecure!Richie is something used a lot, but never fails to warm my heart whenever his significant other(s) help him out. This fic also covers that aspect and is really soft, babies

[good-doctor-imagine]

First Kiss (Eddie Kaspbrak)

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and the other losers make a plan to steal Eddie’s second fanny pack. What does it take to get it back? A simple kiss.

Request from XXTheInsaneOneXX (Wattpad): “Hey! I was wondering if you could do one where Y/N steals Eddie's second fannypack and he has to kiss her to get it back! If it's alright then I would like the Reader to be a girl! The losers are all in on the and Eddie knows nothing about it! If it's too much that's fine too!”

Word Count: 1880+ // Masterlist

A/N: This took me quite a while! But I wrote it all in one night because I was so enveloped in the idea. I completely used up a gel pen and ended up finishing it around 3 am. I hope you like it!

After spending so much time together, it was inevitable that you would start to develop feelings for one of the losers. Luckily, you knew who it was going to be from the start. You had your eyes on him ever since you met him back in elementary school.

Eddie Kaspbrak. 

Probably the most obsessive germaphobe on Earth. However, despite his really creepy and controlling mother, he’s really sweet. You would never give up the time that you spend with him. Everything about him is cute: from his flushed cheeks to annoyed glares.

Your crush on Eddie was quickly picked up by the other members. Richie, of course, found out first, after noticing how you would freeze up when he made jokes about you and Eddie. Stan is pretty perceptive given the hours and hours that he dedicated to bird watching, so it wasn’t that hard for him to realize how different you were with Eddie. Bill, well, he knew because of Richie's famous loudmouth. 

After Richie caught onto your crush on his best friend, he couldn’t help but blab to the others. Luckily, Eddie wasn’t there that day due to being quarantined by his mother. You scolded Richie pretty harshly after the incident and despite his loudmouth nature, he has never spoiled your secret to Eddie.

It was one of those days again where Eddie wasn’t able to hang out. He called your house phone that morning, informing you that his mother was keeping him home because he had a cough (which you highly doubted). Although his best friend wasn’t present, Richie was elated. It meant that he could finally tease you openly about your crush.

“Stop making kissy faces while you’re thinking about Eddie,” Richie laughed at you, causing you to be shaken out of your daze. Sure, you were thinking about Eddie, but there was no way in hell you were making kissy faces while you daydreamed.

“I was not!” You defended yourself, only realizing how lame you sounded after. “You wish you had a girl who liked you, Richie.”

“I don’t need one sweet cheeks,” Richie responded, a grin plastered on his face.

Stanley rolled his eyes at the argument unfolding in front of him. It made him question why he spent so much time with the two of you. When he’s with Bill, it’s calm and quiet, but with you and Richie, there’s always bickering.

Bill was contemplating whether he should break off the fight between you two. However, a few seconds later he realized that his actions would probably be futile. He can’t exactly control Richie’s loud mouth anyway.

“Don’t call me swee—”

“I’ll tell you what,” Richie interrupted you, earning himself a harsh glare, “We’ll come up with a plan so you don’t have to make those kissy faces in your dreams anymore.”

“I wasn’t making kiss—”

“How about tomorrow at the Quarry?” Richie questioned, cutting you off once again. “We all know he freaks out over his fanny packs, so we can hide one of them.” 

Your eyes felt like they were going to burst out of their sockets. Taking Eddie’s fanny pack? That’s nearly impossible. Eddie practically has a death grip of them at all times.

“You’re crazy Richie, that’s impossible. He will never let go of them,” You responded, earning a confused look from Stanley. He thought you would be totally against Richie’s preposterous plan. However, it seemed like you were actually considering it.

“Not if he’s stripped down,” Richie teased, causing your face to turn bright red. “Anyway, if I beat him up the hill then I can hide it.”

“You do realize Eddie’s going to freak out, right?” Stanley chimed in, feeling a bit nervous for his hypochondriac friend.

“That’s the point Stan the Man,” Richie sighed, rolling his eyes. “If his fanny pack goes missing, he’ll do anything to get it back.” Richie couldn’t help but smile wickedly, thinking about his plan to put his two friends together.

 “Oh no,” Bill blurted out, recognizing the look on Richie’s face.

“Oh yes,” Richie laughed, “Just wait (Y/n), I’ll take care of it.”

You were anxiously tapping your knee as you waited for everyone to show up at the Quarry the next day. Although you wanted to call yourself crazy for not stopping Richie, you trusted him. Richie wouldn’t purposely put you in a bad position, as shown by his ability to keep your crush a secret from Eddie.

When everyone showed up and started to undress, getting ready to jump into the water, Richie looked over at you and smirked, almost mocking how nervous you were. He glanced between you and Eddie before making kissy faces, eliciting a squeak and hard blush from you. Eddie jumped beside you from the sudden noise, sending you a worried look.

You tried your best to avoid Eddie’s gaze, thinking that if you did, you’d melt into a puddle. Your heart was beating viciously inside your chest the whole time you all were in the water. Eddie couldn’t help but notice your worried glances directed toward Richie. It made him a bit upset that you were so focused on his friend and not him, but he was also worried that Richie had done something to you. Did Richie step over the line with his jokes yesterday when he was stuck at home? Eddie tried to stop his mind from coming up with ridiculous conclusions, but he couldn’t help but question why you were acting so odd.

To your surprise, Richie didn’t try anything while you all were goofing around in the water. It was all normal until you got out of the water.

“Race you up the hill!” Richie yelled, taking off in a sprint, “Whoever’s last has to kiss Eddie’s mom!”

Eddie's face scrunched up in disgust and confusion. He was used to his friend making jokes about his mom, but saying that one of his friends has to kiss her? That’s absurd. Stan rolled his eyes and Bill sighed at their loudmouth friend. You were trying not to die from the anxiety pumping through your veins as Richie took off up the hill.

You tried to keep your shaking to a minimum as you pulled your clothes back on. You glanced over at Eddie periodically as you waited for him to realize his other fanny pack was gone. Soon enough, Eddie was on his feet, searching frantically around where his pile of clothes once laid.

“Guys,” Eddie’s voice shook, causing your heart to crack slightly, “Do you see my fanny pack?”

“It’s right there in your hand, Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie replied, pointing to the fanny pack Eddie was holding.

“No, my second one,” Eddie corrected him, walking around the tree, his breathing picking up.

Stanley glanced over at you realizing how torn up you looked over the whole situation. “Richie,” Stanley spoke up, giving him a pointed look.

“Fine,” Richie sighed, “I hid it.”

“You did what?” Eddie screeched, eyes nearly bulging out of his head.

“Yeah, but I’ll show you where it is if—” Richie paused for dramatic effect, making Eddie groan.

“If what?” Eddie bit at him, making Richie hold up his hands like he was surrendering.

“If you kiss (Y/n).”

Your jaw fell open at Richie’s statement. Sure, you agreed to Richie’s plan and whatnot, but you didn’t know he’d take it this far.

“What?” You and Eddie yelped at the same time, causing Richie’s smile to widen.

“Just a little smooch,” Richie teased further, amused by his friends’ red faces.

“Okay assholes, it’s time to give it back,” Eddie said, glancing over at Stan and Bill. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you. “Seriously though, it has my backup inhaler,” Eddie continued, desperate for his medical equipment.

“Who has a backup inhaler?” Richie inquired, only to be met with a harsh glare.

“Not the time Richie.”

You were frozen in place Eddie frantically searched for his fanny pack. After a minute of Eddie’s futile attempts, Richie sent you a smirk and a wink before speaking again.

“Just kiss (Y/n) already,” Richie whined, “You know she’s clean, we’ve been friends since elementary school.”

“Shut up Richie!” Eddie barked at him, face bright red. Eddie wasn’t at all against the idea of kissing you, but he was embarrassed by how vulnerable he was. The more he thought about it, the more worried he got. Would you think that the kiss doesn’t mean anything? He wanted your first kiss to be meaningful.

“Richie, just give the fanny pack back,” You spoke up, feeling defeated by Eddie’s frantic breathing. Although you would give up anything to kiss him, you never wanted to cause Eddie such distress. 

Just as Richie was going to give up, Eddie stomped over to you, pushing away all of the worries about the situation. Before you could question him, his lips were planted on yours, causing you to jump his sudden movement. Although it only lasted a second, you were dazed when Eddie pulled away, your mind going a thousand miles an hour.

Richie had the biggest grin on his face as he looked between his two lovesick friends. He couldn’t help but think that maybe matchmaker will be his future career.

“Took you long enough,” Richie teased.

“Okay, okay,” Eddie sighed, turning to the trash mouth, “Now give me back my fanny pack.”

Eddie bit the inside of his cheek and tried to peek at you as Richie went to retrieve his fanny pack. Although he wasn’t showing it, Eddie was practically screaming inside, elated and overwhelmed by the kiss you two shared. Was it too much? Was he bad at writing? Eddie tried to shake off his negative thoughts but your unmoving form made him nervous.

The tension between you and Eddie was almost unbearable after that day. With Richie’s constant teasing and Stanley’s knowing glances, you started to think about confessing to Eddie. You found it impossible to keep your eyes off him. Every second you spent with him, your mind was screaming to just tell him.

You finally did when you were both riding home one day. Richie and the others went on without you two, giving you the perfect opportunity to spill your feelings.

“Eddie,” You spoke up, trying to manifest all the confidence you could. Eddie looked over at you, waiting for you to continue. “I like you.”

Eddie abruptly stopped his bike causing himself to yelp as his body flew forward from the impact. Luckily, he wasn’t going fast enough to crash.

“Y-You like me?” He stuttered, mouth agape.

“Yeah,” You mummed loud enough for him to hear, “I really like you. I have for a while now.”

“Oh wow.” Eddie was shocked and speechless. His crush likes him back? His heart was doing crazy dances inside his chest, making his mind go blank.

Your face fell at his lack of response, thinking the worst. Eddie automatically jumped up, knocking his bike over after noticing your solemn face.

“No—don’t think—” Eddie took a deep breath to calm himself, “I like you too.”

“You do?” You asked in surprise. The light that appeared in your eyes made Eddie sigh in relief.

“I do.”

Suddenly, you found the confidence in yourself to speak.

“Well, then how about we make up for that first kiss?”

Masterlist | Request / Talk to me!

[ghostnebula]

Sonia’s abuse is darker and leaves Eddie with scars that the Losers see at the quarry one day

So... I pretty much just wrote a whole fic for this so what I’m actually going to do is just publish it because it’s getting really long.

(Huge homophobia/slurs & abuse TW)

But what I want to say is this: Rumours about Eddie Kaspbrak’s sexuality started up before he even knew what “sexuality” meant. Sonia tried to get him to talk and walk and act different, so people wouldn’t get the wrong idea, but those things aren’t actually easy to change. She tried bribing him with sweets, even (truly desperate measures), but it didn’t work. She tried dressing him in different clothes but at twelve he was adamant his mom didn’t buy his clothes, because the other kids at school would tease him -- more than they already did.

By the time he was thirteen, people at her work were asking about it. By fourteen, a friend of a friend had recommended conversion camps. By fifteen, the pastor at their church has taken her aside and requested she fix this problem lest her son be condemned. 

She gets angrier and angrier with him, for ruining her reputation, for being the way he is, for failing to adjust his behaviour to her liking (and that of the rest of the town). She’s fucking sick of the side-eyes from the women at work and the other moms at school events looking down their nose at her to tell her another, “My boy said...” story. 

She makes him kneel on one of the floor vents in the living room at night and pray a rosary every time she’s forced to hear some remark or comment or rumour over the course of her day, and she’ll tell him all the reasons homosexuality is a sin and that only disgusting sinners engage in those kind activities. She’ll tell him how he’s going to rot in hell and how his church will turn its back on him and he’ll end up being killed for the way he is if he doesn’t smarten up. She makes him repeat these things, over and over, makes him swear up and down that he isn’t a faggot, that he’s never had those kind of thoughts about the other boys, that all those kids calling him a girly-boy and a fairy and any other manner of derogatory names are just making things up, or else they’re crazy. Because her boy isn’t like that. He’s good and obedient and he goes to church with her every Sunday, and he’d never betray her like that.

But it doesn’t help. Nothing changes. In fact, if anything, the rumours become more potent. More frequent. There are other names mixed in there. Denbrough. Tozier. Snide remarks about how I’d never let my son dress like that or You can’t let a boy get away with being so feminine or One day you’re going to wake up and he’ll be hanging from the tree out front, and you’ll only have yourself to blame.

So one day, when he comes home from school and she directs him to get his rosary, she says it with venom in her voice. She takes him into the washroom instead, and asks him to kneel on the vent, facing the wall, and she plugs in her curling iron while he starts on “Our Father.” And this time, when she asks him to tell her how he’ll burn in hell for eternity if he looks at the other boys wrong, she presses it against his back, just above his shoulder blade, and he jerks forward into the wall so hard he splits open a little cut on his temple. She keeps going, pressing marks all up and down his back, until she’s satisfied with his responses (what she can make out, at least, with him crying and whining like that).

It’s hard, though, to change the fundamental aspects of a person. Eddie’s still Eddie and no threat of harm is going to change that. He’s still going to care about his friends, and he’s still going to carry a first aid kit in his fanny pack, and he’s still going to dress the way he feels most comfortable. He’s still going to talk the way he does and smile the way he does and touch his friends the way he does (because it brings him comfort, if nothing else, and in these circumstances he finds himself needing that more than ever). He’s still going to love Bill in some way, and love Richie, too (even if those “loves” are vastly different). And he’s still going to love every Loser and he’s still going to express it.

By the time he’s seventeen he has a latticework of burn scars all across his back and a fear -- more terrible than even a shapeshifting clown could strike in him -- of the reason they’re there. Because he knows it’s true and if he says so out loud he’s condemning himself, in some way or another. Whether to a brutal death at the hands of Derry’s finest residents, or abandonment by his friends, or an eternity in hell, he’s going to be damned. 

(This is getting long I’m gonna stop but I can get into like the details on the rest of the Losers’ reactions to finding out if you’d like. I assume that was the intent of this ask but the actual process leading up to that point is also important to me I’m so sorry omggg)

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

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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After All This Time, You and I (1/4)

Summary: Bucky has known you your entire life. Snapshots through the years.

Word Count:  1948

AN: Hello! Long time no see! This is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​‘s Follower Celebration! Congrats to you Star, you deserve every single one!! My prompt was Best Friend’s Sibling. This was originally going to be a long oneshot, but I felt like the flow was better to separate it into a two-shot. Title is from Mary’s Song by Taylor Swift for obvious reasons. Thank you for hosting this awesome writing challenge Star! I had so much fun writing this!

Warnings: tiny mention of violence, swear words

“The building burning up Buck! You gotta get out of here!” Steve shouts staring down his best friend from across the bridge.

“No! Not without you!” comes Bucky’s fierce reply. His eyes scan over the wreck, trying to find something to save Stevie. 

Steve takes a deep breath and prays that the crumbling bridge will hold a little longer, and he charges across the chasm. He almost makes it to the other side when his foot gets caught on a pillow. Tumbling over, he avoids landing on Bucky, but knocks over the unsuspecting person on his right. 

You land with a thud on your hands and knees, and quickly scramble to look at your right knee. There’s a moment of silence, and the boys hold their breath waiting for the inevitable wail. 

“I’m sorry!” Steve cries before wrapping his arms around you in a clumsy hug. He really didn’t see you playing next to him, it was an accident! Your bottom lip sticks out and your eyes become more and more glassy. 

“Please don’t cry” he begs, partly because it breaks his heart, and partially because he doesn't want get in trouble. He knew what kind of hellfire Sarah Rogers could rain down.   

“We’re sorry, what can we do to make it up to you?” Bucky asks, scooting himself to face your tear stained face. He felt bad for making Steve run across the bridge, he never meant to hurt you. 

“I-I need a groom for my wedding.” you state without hesitation, wiping at your eyes. “And I can’t marry Steve cause he’s my brother, duh.” Your wet eyes turn to look intently at Bucky. 

“You can’t get married, you’re 6.” Bucky tries to argue.

“So? You’re 8! That’s only 2 years older! ‘Sides, it’s not real anyway.” you fires back, your bottom lip juts out again, ready to cry if that’s what it takes.

He’s taken a back for a moment at your reply, and blue eyes meet Steve’s pleading ones. He’d do anything for you, and of course Steve was the cherry on top. 

“Ok. Fine.”

On a rainy day in April, Steve walks you down the aisle. 

Clad in his nicest, unstained, khaki pants, Bucky’s heart skips a beat when he sees you. You’re wearing your Cinderella costume from Halloween, and some stolen red lipstick from your mom, smiling like you got an extra juice pop. Somehow, he already knows your the prettiest girl in the world.  

In front of your moms, stuffed animals and barbies, Bucky promises to always make you laugh and smile, and to protect you. You promise to always share her toys and food with him, and to make him feel better when he’s sad.

The ceremony ends after Steve pronounces you both husband and wife, and while your moms cheer and tear up slightly, Bucky leans in and gives you a quick peck on the cheek. It won’t be so bad being married to her, he thinks.

~~~

School sucked for Bucky today. Steve got into a fight with Zemo, which lead to Bucky getting in a fight with Zemo. That punk couldn’t even breathe right, it frustrated Bucky to no end that he couldn’t stop being stupid. Turns out, being punched in face hurts more than it looks in the movies. And of course, his parents weren’t thrilled and took away his TV privileges for the week, which meant he couldn’t find out what happened on his favorite show the Howling Commandos. Last week was even a cliffhanger! Captain America and the Winter Soldier were stuck on a plane with bombs on them and fast approaching Manhattan! 

Wallowing, both Steve and him were relegated to “use their imaginations” and playing in the backyard. Bored out of their minds, they played hide and seek, a babies game really if you asked Bucky. But, Steve was nice enough to let Bucky hide first, and Bucky couldn’t say no to that bruised face.

So here he was, climbing the ladder to the old tree house, hoping Steve wouldn’t look here right away. Sniffles drew his attention you, crying softly in the corner with your knees to your chest. You were blasting music from your walkman, Endless Love from what Bucky could hear. It was really bad then. His chest hurt seeing your red rimmed eyes, and crawled next to you. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” he asked lowly, taking her headphones off of your head and pausing the song. You didn’t look him in the eye, but leaned into him more when he put his arm around you. 

“Stupid boys.” you sniffle. Wiping your face, you finally meet Bucky’s worried eyes. “Jake dumped me for Sierra, cause she always has chocolate snack packs in her lunch.”

“That weasel! Want me to rough him up a little?”

“Thanks, but I think you and Stevie are in enough trouble as it is.” you chuckle, placing your head on his shoulder. He gently rubs his hand up and down your arm, wishing he could take away your pain. 

“I could pretend to be your boyfriend, make him jealous your going out with a 6th grader.” he offers.

“You can’t be my boyfriend, you’re already my husband!” you joke. His eyes go wide, remembering your lovely wedding ceremony and the massive amounts of cake you both ate at the “reception”. 

“Hey! That’s right! Technically you were cheating on me with him! I want a divorce.” he jokes, bumping your shoulder with his. 

You giggle and place a hand on his, “Please forgive me! It’s been so hard being separated from you now that you’re in middle school! He didn’t mean anything! Promise!”

You both erupt laughing so hard that Bucky falls over and brings you with him, which makes you both laugh even harder. Managing to calm down, he places a kiss on your forehead and hugs you closer to him. His heart does a funny dance in his chest, but he ignores it. You’re so warm against him, and your shampoo smelled so good, he could lay here with you forever. 

“I guess I’ll forgive you this once, but don’t let it happen again.” he says solemnly. 

You nod, hair tickling his face, “It won’t, you’re the only one for me Bucky Barnes.” 

~~~

 The room’s getting dark, but he couldn’t be bothered to get up and turn on the light. Not when Lional Richie was pouring his heart out. He couldn’t go down to dinner, his whole family had heard her breaking up with him. Did Dot really have to come over and break things off in the driveway? It would kill him to see the pity in his mom’s eyes, and sit through the uncomfortable talk with his dad about his feelings. He knew they were worried about him, and wanted to help, but he couldn’t stomach facing them.

They hadn’t been going out for long, but being dumped for the first time, he didn’t know how to handle his heartache. Honestly, he didn’t know if he was even heartbroken, or just wallowing in self-pity of being blindsided by the breakup. 

A knock on the door brought him out of his misery. Must be his mom, bringing food up to him like the saint that she was. He stands up slowly, acutely aware of how his muscles ache from being curled in a ball for most of the day, and stretches as he makes his way to the door. 

Your bright eyes stare back at him when he opens the door, and in his shock, he takes in the box of pizza you holdand the enormous bag of junk food. 

“What’re you doing here?” voice cracking from underuse. 

“Steve told me what happened with Dot. I brought pizza and your favorite snacks and movies. I can drop them off and leave though if you would rather be alone?” your voice hopeful that he won’t turn you away. Like he could, he’s never turned you away before and he won’t start now. 

A small smile makes its way onto his face, and he opens the door wider so you can come into the bedroom. Your grin soothes the ache in his chest. You put the pizza down on his nightstand and cue up Star Wars. Getting cozy on his bed and patting the spot next to you, it seems like you fit right in. He didn’t need to be asked twice. 

By 4 AM, he’s forgotten all about what’s-her-name, and his earlier self-pity and heartbreak. Not when Star Wars was playing in the background and your blinking sleepily at the TV, head on his shoulder. 

~~~

“Bucky, we have a situation.” Steve announces, flopping onto Bucky’s bed. Bucky looks up from the laptop in his lap with a confused stare, waiting from Mr. Dramatic to explain. He didn’t have time for his antics, his last college final of the semester was due next week.

“Y/N’s prom date bailed on her, and it’s tomorrow.” was all Steve said, and looked at Bucky, waiting for what he knew would happen now.

“That dick.” Bucky replied, mentally searching for his tux. “If I leave now, I can make it with enough time to shower and get ready.” And he hops off the bed, grabbing his duffle bag, he stuffs whatever he may need for the impromptu trip home. Steve just stares at him with a smile on his face like the little shit he is. 

A 5 hour drive home, shower, frantic search for his tux, and a quick power nap later, he knocks on your door. He wishes he could photograph the look of surprise on your face, your jaw literally drops when he see him in his tux.

“Bucky?!” And he swears he forgot how beautiful you were. Literally glowing, and he doesn't think it’s from the makeup, he can’t help himself as he takes in your dress. You’ll be the most beautiful one there, no contest. “Hey doll.” he smirks at you, still amused by your shocked state. He can tell when your brain catches up when your eyes soften as you look up at him.

“What are you doing here?” you ask in a soft voice. 

“Taking you to prom, what else would I be doing?” and he can see you calculating in your head. 

“Bucky, you must have driven all night!” you exclaim. Bucky loves when your eyes grow wide, it’s so cute.

“It’s fine, who needs sleep?” he says as he steps inside, past your frozen, and shocked state. Steve must have told your parents he was coming, he can see your parents waiting with the camera in the living room. 

“You told me you were going to work on your final all weekend.” you fire back, closing the door. 

“This is more important to me.” and he can tell you don’t quite believe him. You have a scowl on your face that reminds him of when you would catch him stealing a piece of candy as kids. He’s pretty sure you think it’s intimidating, but he finds it adorable. 

“I promise that I worked on it already, and I’ll be ok.” and he presses a kiss to your forehead. “You look beautiful.” your glad your foundation hides the sudden flush of your face. 

“You’re not too shabby yourself.” you tease back. But really, seeing him like this does inexplicable things to your heart. He’s so handsome, and he had driven all night to take you to prom. You could just kiss him. 

Taking your hands in his, you look into his eyes. “Thank you.” you say earnestly. 

And Bucky knew in that moment, he would drive days to get to you if needed.

Part 2 

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//Warning: Long post ahead

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Lottie: “Ohh, I’ve waited so long to introduce them! I might add, again, that we’re not blood-related, I was technically just adopted into the family. Heh, it would be funny if I had any blood-related sibling out there...”

“Here we have Brie, the oldest in the house! It was her and Nick who found me back in the day and it was their idea - and mercy - to take me in.

Brie is like the mom of the house. Not only because she’s the oldest, but because she is able to keep everything under control. She’s gentle, patient and she loves to take care of everyone. On the other hand, she’s the one to get more stressed out over time, so the others and I try our best not to overwhelm her, it’s the least we can do. There are some troublemakers, of course, but nothing she can’t handle. She is one of the best people I’ve ever met and I surely look up to her. By the way, she works as a nurse at the local hospital!

Nicholas, or Nick for short, is the second in command! Well, not that he actually likes that title, after all it’s a lot of responsability, but I’m only saying so because he helps around a lot when Brie is working or busy. And he’s the second oldest, so there’s that too. Anyway, he’s a sweetheart! He is always excited or happy about something and he adores to make everybody feel happy too. It’s contagious, to say the least! He loves to play around and make jokes to get a laugh from everyone. He’s calls himself the clown bro. However, he can be serious too, after all he’s a psychologist. His quirk helps a lot to get people to talk about their problems, and he’s a great listener due to it, but, of course, he never forces a person to open up, he always leaves it up to them to choose.”

//She has 8 more siblings so, to not make this post huge to skip if someone doesn’t want to see, I’ll keep the rest under the read more :)

“Here we have the twins, Louis and Lanna!

Lanna is the oldest of them, so I’m starting from her. She tries to act tough and mean towards people she just met - gosh, I don’t even want to recall the way she treated me when I arrived -, but that’s just the cover up for her actually caring personality. She is quite arrogant, which kinda of get her in a bunch of arguments, but she’s getting better at easing her ego and relaxing in order to be more empathetic. Oh, also, she’s a musician and even has her very own album on Spotfy! I listen to it every once in a while. In the meantime, she works as a music teacher for kids.

Louis is..shy, to put it simply. He prefers to avoid conflict - or any contact at all - and stays in his room most of the day. He doesn’t feel confident enough to speak up his mind or show his creations, but I think he’s workind on it, since we’re all very supportive of him. He loves literature and poetry, writing stuff from time to time, but he only allows few people in the house to read, since he’s quite embarrassed about it. I always tell him he has a talent for it, but I know it’ll take long until he fully embraces it.

Both of them, however, are great at telling stories and playing with the children. While Lanna reads the books or makes something up, making us hear every sound she can play, Louis makes the full picture of it - also listening if the chidren want to change or add something. Combining their quirks, they’re able to practically make a movie in our minds while they tell the most epic story ever!”

“This is Coralin! She’s the most calm person in our family. I have never seen her upset, not even once, and I doubt it’s ever going to happen. She radiates good vibes wherever she’s standing, and she tries to get us to relax with her when she sees any of us is feeling down. Her improvised yoga classes were a must when I first arrived. She also taught me everything I know about cooking and sewing! On the other hand, her attention spam is kinda...short. If you don’t remind her of what she was doing, her mind would probably wonder somewhere else in less than ten minutes. She records online yoga classes though, so at least she can edit whenever she gets distracted. And also, last but not least, she is studying to be an ocean biologist!”

“Here is Anneliese! She’s a confident, friendly and gentle young lady. She dreams of becoming an acress when she grows up, so she’s studying a lot for it. Every now and then, she organizes a play at school or even among our siblings so she can practice her acting skills, and also because she loves changing her hair for each role. She’s also great at doing make up and designing costumes - that’s one reason why I got better at sewing too, I wanted to make her ideas come to life -, it’s like she was born for the stage! To help out, we always test makeup on one another. She’s better at it than me, but we have a lot of fun anyway. Now that I’m at school, we videochat and just try clothes and makeup on together when I have time.”

“Remember ‘the troublemakers’ I mentioned earlier? They’re Sam and Richie. And, oh gosh, how they love to get into a mess.

Sam is the mastermind. They plan all of the pranks, detail by detail, and make sure everything works just as scheduled. The person is going to walk through a certain door? That was planned. The amount of flour that will be used in the prank? All planned. Nothing can go wrong. If it does, their quirk can make the person forget of the prank and not even notice the flaw, and also not scold them for the prank at all! It’s pure evil! One time, they had the courage to swap sugar for salt and I was so sad to see my cupcakes going wrong.... Okay, I’m joking, they’re not evil, just a little too naughty. We all love them, we just have to scold them a lot.

They have a sidekick, and that’s Richard - or Richie for short! He’s the one responsible to make the plans come true - after all, he’s stronger, taller and faster than Sam - and is also the first to run off when things go wrong. Though, he’s the first to apologize too. Although he likes playing pranks on everyone,he has his heart on the right place. Every now and then, he goes to help at the animal shelter nearby and, since he can communicate with dogs, he spends a lot of time in there. He loves being around us though! I love playing with him.

Sam and Riche are inseparable though. They’re the two halves of the same apple.”

“Here we have Eric! He likes to think he’s a prince whose parents, King and Queen of a distant kingdom, passed away and had to leave him at a humble home to learn about kindess, humbleness and courage. Though, that’s not really what he practices around here... He gives orders to everyone and starts a tantrum whenever we refuse something. We’re not even trying to be mean to him, but sometimes he’s too selfish and doesn’t realise his ‘wishes’ can’t be granted every time he asks. It’s something Brie and Nick have been trying to work out with him.”

“Aaaand, last but not least, and just as important, Liz! She’s the baby of the household. I mean, not literally a baby, but she’s too precious for this world. She has so much hope in those big eyes and smile that is impossible to feel anything other than joy when she’s around. She loves to play with all kinds of toys, climb around the trees in our backyard, and she’s always thrilled to discover new bugs every now and then. She..ate dirt once though, so that’s not very safe, but she’s just figuring the world out yet. She’s also very clingy. If possible, she’d want to be picked up for the whole day, but since that’s kinda difficult when everyone has their stuff to do, she’s content with being hugged every now and then. I know that she looks up to me, so I try to be the best I can to see her happy."

~o~

Lottie: “I love them all very much and I wouldn’t be the same, actually wouldn’t have ever recovered from my wounds, if it wasn’t for their care, love and support. I’d do anything for them in order to thank them for everything.”