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glass houses

Author: @caspasta

Rating/Warning: Teen and up audience

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description:

Chrissy watches Eddie flail and dance, feeling lighter – such a strong contrast to the paranoia and disarray and horror. She knows it has a lot to do with the school’s resident “freak” sitting beside her now. Maybe everything to do with him.

Him and Billy Joel, of course.

Tags: Alternate Universe- canon divergence, Chrissy lives, fix-it fic, hurt/comfort, fluff, drabble, Chrissy POV, one-shot, status: completed

[caspasta]

glass houses

a hellcheer/eddissy fanfiction

words: 1584

summary: a small moment between eddie and chrissy after he wakes her from vecna, based off of the chrissy lives fancomic by the talented @artrmeblog! read on ao3.

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The field crickets and humming radiators are the only sounds that accompany Chrissy as she tries to calm her racing heart on the steps of Eddie Munson’s porch.

Every inch of her is covered in sweat and she greedily welcomes the cool, night March air against her frazzled form. The headache is already dimming to a slow pounding.

(It takes everything in her to focus on anything and everything instead of the tightness in her chest, the vision of that creature reaching into her, the breathlessness of running through her own house, flies and worms and spiders and sewn lips and peeled skin and rotting flesh and the terror, terror, terror of it all.

She feels stuck. In place. In her own mind. On the edge of something – a cliff, her sanity, a hell full of horrors that want to pull her from her own world.

It feels close.

And she’s tired. She’s tired of being scared all the time.)

She tries to count the patches and pins, unfamiliar and intriguing, on the vest Eddie gave her. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Anything to distract her, from the fear she felt – still feels. There’s a patch of something called Motörhead, a pewter pin that reads W.A.S.P., a shiny, pinback button with red lettering, Mercyful Fate –

The screen door creaks open wider behind her where Eddie had propped it open. She flinches, a movement so ingrained in her, so automatic, these past couple days, she only notices she does it because Eddie does, his eyes tightening at movement.

“Here.” In one hand, he holds out a mug depicting the ‘83 local fishing tournament; in the other, he clutches the radio he had knocked over.

Ice cold and running down the side of the ceramic, the water calms her nerves, though they start back up a bit when Eddie reaches over to untangle a strand of hair from her earring. He immediately snatches his hand back, using it to scratch the back of neck.

She must look like a total mess. Her mascara is already drying along her cheeks from where she sobbed just minutes before.

“Did you change your mind about the couch?” His tone is a mix of hesitant rejection and curiosity, but she can hear the concern underneath it all.

“No. I want to.” The few light poles strewn across the trailer park provide some light, but the darkness was too uncertain and scary after what just happened. “I just didn’t want to go too far. I wanted to wait for you.”

She suddenly feels silly and small for it, given that the aforementioned couch is literally a few feet from the porch, but Eddie graces her with a smile and says, “C’mon, it’s softer than it looks.”

He's talking about a piece of furniture, but she’s thinking of him and how she agrees. Those words echo around her scattered mind.

She follows him to the lumpy couch that sits beneath a wide awning. It looks old and weathered. He flops onto the cushions, and with more care for her sore legs, she follows suit, finding that, yes, it is softer than it looks.

“My uncle doesn’t have a copy of ‘Uptown,’ I’m afraid, but I did find this in his stash.” Eddie maneuvers the radio onto the floor by their feet. He hits play and the sound of glass breaking blasts from the speakers: Glass Houses.

The fumbling way he adjusts the volume, him raising and lowering his eyebrows with the movement, causing her to snort, reminds her of those lighthearted moments in the forest earlier that day – hours and hours ago that somehow seem like days and months ago – and she is once again reminded that Eddie Munson is so very different from what she expected.

The shaky panic is still sitting beneath the surface, hovering in the air like candle smoke just blown out, but the fresh air and Eddie’s presence washes over her with every second of the clock she can’t hear tick anymore.

Instead, she hears the crickets and radiators from before and tunes in to other sounds: moths bumping the lamp above them, dishes clinking and television blaring from neighboring trailers, night calls from owls and katydids, a dog on a chain, and the guitar twanging from the radio at their feet.

“Are you a Billy Joel fan?” She doesn’t think he is from what she remembers of his band and the way he dresses, but she finds it in herself to try and lighten the atmosphere.

He gives her an offended look, and she knows she’s accomplished her attempt at humor. “Blasphemous, Cunningham.”

She giggles and watches as his eyes light up at her obvious amusement. “He’s great!”

Eddie shakes his head, covering his chest in mock pain. “You’re draining me!”

“Oh, come on, there’s got to be one song of his.”

He barks a laugh, tugging at the denim vest still wrapped around her. “Not up my alley but solid try.”

“Then why the…?” She points to the radio, its silver casing glinting in the moonlight. It seems much older than her Conion at home, currently housing her dad’s favorite Carole King tape, and even still, Eddie’s looks well-loved and well-kept.

There’s an immediate sobering to his features, worry clouding his dark eyes as the sounds of the saxophone and electric guitar fill the silence. “Chrissy, you – you scared the ever-living shit out of me, you know that?”

Her panic rises like a cresting wave, but the music and the intense way Eddie’s gaze never leaves hers keeps the force of it at bay.

He runs a hand across his face, and his voice shakes when he says, “I didn’t know what the fuck was happening and it was all so fast and you were fucking flying and your eyes, they were white and I was so, so fucking terrified.” He chuckles humorlessly, and he starts to pull at a thread in the cushion. “Then fucking Billy Joel started playing because I knocked the goddamn thing over, and it wasn’t even from a tape, it was the radio, so thank fuck Wayne had Top 40’s on, but then you fell – I’m so sorry I didn’t catch you, I’m such an idiot – and you woke up, and I – I don’t know.” There’s a beat where he runs out of breath, and her heart is racing for him, for what he witnessed, for both of them. She wants to cover his mouth with her hand, with the sleeve of her cheer jacket, with her own mouth, to get him to stop talking, and she knows she shouldn’t want that, but he’s blaming himself and she likes him and he saved her. He looks back to the radio, a tiredness she feels in her very soul beginning to set in him. “He’s good for something, I guess.”

She smiles softly, sadly, at this boy before her. “You saved my life.”

His eyes shoot back to hers, a protest already forming. “No, I –”

“Eddie,” she whispers, reaching out to take his hand. The rings are cold and large; she twists one, a skull, around his finger once, twice. “You did – you saved me.”

The grip on her hand tightens and he says nothing at first, but his eyes are bright and shining, like she suspects hers are. “Agree to disagree.” He swings their hands toward the radio. “I thought that playing some of his music might be good, so.”

And, right there, something inside of her beams at his consideration. She hadn’t even made the connection at first that he had picked out the tape because “Uptown Girl” was playing when she awoke from whatever terrifying trance she had been in. She remembers his words from the living room, sincerity cutting through both of their frenzied heartbeats as he held her to him.

Whatever you said happened, I believe you. And, I promise, whatever comes next – I will help you.

“Good taste,” she jokes, instead of thank you, instead of throwing her arms around him.

Eddie breathes a small laugh, showing that dimple at the corner of his smile, and drops her hand. “Freak,” he says softly, instead of you’re welcome.

The callback hovers between them like a lightning bug, flickering with light, asking them to look, you can look, just don’t bottle me up, yet. She lays her head back against the couch, wondering if it would be too much to ask him to show her his own music collection, if she would like it, knowing that she wouldn’t mind either way if she did or not.

A clacking sound startles her from her wandering thoughts, and she whips her head up to see Eddie banging two twigs against each other in a sporadic rhythm. He’s keeping time with the drums and percussion of the spunky tune playing from the radio. A guilty smirk pulls at his mouth.

“Listen,” he starts.

“You liar!”

He drums along with the lively tempo, never missing a beat. “I never said he wasn’t good.” Squinting, he adds, “For a poppy rock dude who plays harmonica.”

She laughs and tucks this memory into her heart, away from whatever creature still might be out there.

Chrissy watches Eddie flail and dance, feeling lighter – such a strong contrast to the paranoia and disarray and horror. She knows it has a lot to do with the school’s resident “freak” sitting beside her now. Maybe everything to do with him.

Him and Billy Joel, of course.

[rinskiroo]

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Click this link here and if you already have a discord account, it’ll drop you right into the general channel.  If you don’t, you’ll be prompted to create an account, then, verify your email address and wait 5 minutes before you can join.  This is a little extra security to make sure we don’t get bots or other malicious activity.

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[vakariaan]

DAMEREY!!!!! love your parallels and love for our pilots :)))))

I'm not sure when this was sent because I was away for so long I'm sorry but THANK YOU!!

There will always be a place in my heart for them <3

[captainlordauditor]

joe dempsie

ngl....my first thought was Cullen Rutherford

[quicksiluers]

Pass the happy along! When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy. Then pass it along to the first 10 people in your activity!

ahhh how nice! I’m gonna try to make these different cause I always list off the same stuff

Snow makes me so happy, I love the cold weather so the freezing temps we have right now? perfection

it’s stressful, but watchings sports makes me extremly happy (like rewatching the pats win the last super bowl)

hanging out with my friends after not seeing them for a bit

going to bruch with my brother every sunday! :)

seeing my mom when she comes down from NY, I love to hang out with her and just go do stuff

[sunfortune]

thoughts on this whole j/onerys mess, please

they literally have negative chemistry lmfsjkdhja like most trash straight ships just gotta like look at each other and it Sucks too but you can at least tell they bout to add some unnecessary romance, with them their interactions are so bland you almost have Hope theyre not about to go down that road but alas no they very conveniently keep making other characters comment on their sizzling attraction as if we arent all there watching this mess      

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[stormbun]

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[queeensusan]

what do you think susan and caspian love most about the other? xx

this is such a good (+deep) question!! 

hmm, for caspian, I always feel like it was her beauty that attracted him first, both outer (her natural-ness) and the inner glow. Then there’s her gentleness, kindness, nurturing heart but also her stubborness (or perseverence). 

For Susan, I think it’s probably his child-like, faith-filled courage and boldness to step up and step out to be different and to lead.

[rosefairyirl]

Happy birthday to my sister! 🌞

@caspasta

[caspasta]

And your lovin’ makes me lose my place.

[fy-dr-janefoster]

by caspasta

Jane finds herself running into a group called the Time Variance Authorities, who is harboring a dangerous god of the past.

What could go wrong?

(Or, Jane Foster comes face to face with the most infuriating anomaly she’s ever discovered: Loki.)

Words: 1105, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jane Foster (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)

Relationships: Jane Foster/Loki

Additional Tags: Adventure, Romance, Friendship, Alternate Timelines, Multiverse, Time Travel, lokane - Freeform, Making Stuff Up As I Go Along, basically Jane meets the endgame!loki who stole the tesseract and shenanigans happen, what even is this

via AO3 works tagged 'Jane Foster/Loki'

[ao3feed-damerey]

a force that brightens

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Lj8x27

by caspasta

"It's too dangerous. I'm going alone."

"We're going together."

(Or, Rey tries her kriffin' hardest to shut her boys down when they try to join her on a very dangerous mission.)

Words: 1059, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Finn (Star Wars), Chewbacca (Star Wars), BB-8 (Star Wars)

Relationships: Poe Dameron/Rey, Poe Dameron & Finn, Chewbacca & Poe Dameron & Finn & Rey, Finn & Rey (Star Wars), Chewbacca & Rey, Chewbacca & Finn

Additional Tags: Episode IX, The Rise of Skywalker - Freeform, Speculation, Millennium Falcon - Freeform, based on that leaked dialogue between poe and rey boiiiiii, bb-8 is somewhere on the falcon zapping at the wall like his dad, DameRey, i want to write more sw fics, send me prompts!, love me some sw curses, Rey POV, JediPilot

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2Lj8x27

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

in this low light

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3gOGW3n

by caspasta

Jane finds herself running into a group called the Time Variance Authorities, who is harboring a dangerous god of the past.

What could go wrong?

(Or, Jane Foster comes face to face with the most infuriating anomaly she’s ever discovered: Loki.)

Words: 1105, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jane Foster (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)

Relationships: Jane Foster/Loki

Additional Tags: Adventure, Romance, Friendship, Alternate Timelines, Multiverse, Time Travel, lokane - Freeform, Making Stuff Up As I Go Along, basically Jane meets the endgame!loki who stole the tesseract and shenanigans happen, what even is this

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3gOGW3n