#gaypanicked

[ofbluemuses]

@gaypanicked​​ asked for domestic ship meme! 

EDDIE AND RICHIE

who reaches out to new neighbors - neither who remembers to buy healthy food - EDDIE who remembers to buy junk food - 100% Richie who fixes the oven when it breaks - eddie who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s) - Eddie waters the plans and Richie feeds the dog who wakes up earlier - eddie who makes the bed - richie who makes the coffee - eddie who burns breakfast - eddie how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house - they yell at each other how do they greet each other when one of them gets home - again, they yell at each other and they kiss who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often - richie who picks the movie for movie night - they both argue until they decide to do something else their favorite kind of movie to watch - action, but... do they actually watch the movie though? who first suggests a pillow fort - richie who builds the pillow fort - both who tries to distract the other during the move - richie who falls asleep first - eddie who is big spoon/little spoon - eddie is big spoon, but he likes when richie hugs him

[scribedhorror]

@gaypanicked​ || meme || accepting make me feel // Richie. gaypanicked --- 28. your muse got caught in an accident and mine had to witness it

So he might have been a little bit late in getting to where they were supposed to be meeting, but in his defense, Bill had been caught up in his coursework and lost track of time a little bit. Thankfully it didn’t take him long to get there in his truck. After parking his truck he climbed out in time to see Richie coming out of a store across the street and waved at the brunette. “Hey Rich!” He called out

Bill was about to jog across the street when he stopped abruptly as a car went by. The vehicle had moved just in time for him to see someone on a bike plow right into the brunette. “Holy shit--!” He ran over to Richie immediately dropping to his knees and looking the other over for injuries. “Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?” Fuck he hoped Richie wasn’t too hurt after that. It looked like a rough collision.

[kaspbraakspeaking]

@gaypanicked​ //  [Compare] Compare our muses’ scars

   “No, absolutely not.” He had no idea why Richie thought this would be such a good idea, but although Eddie probably needed to work through this issues with the scars, he preferred to just ignore it. The scar on his cheek was perfectly fine but his chest? No. He hated looking at it. He hated knowing it was there, he hated everything about it, but apparently Richie wanted him to acknowledge and push past it.

   “I’m not taking off my shirt so we can play this stupid game. Leave it alone.” It wasn’t that he was angry, but he was just clearly unsettled by it. He knew Richie meant well, but this did nothing good for him, he was sure. “I’m very happy that you can accept what you have, but I want to forget this fucking thing on my body is even there.”

[crissxcrossedxout]

“ i’m not gonna hurt you. i’m just here to help. ” // gaypanicked

@gaypanicked

This wasn’t right.  Something wasn’t right.

It had started suddenly; Henry Belch and Patrick walking in front of him as usual- already odd because Patrick hadn’t been at school today- and Henry stopped, putting his hand on Vic’s chest when he’d kept walking. 

The last thing he heard before the beating started was “We know”

After a few good hits in Vic bolted, leaning on a wall in an alleyway and sliding down it when his legs gave out. 

He’d expected them when he heard footsteps; hands going up to protect his face.  “No no no-”

Help? Here to help? 

“T-tozier?”

[nothinglost1976]

•Richie -

Name in Stan’s phone: Cardinal

Picture in Stan’s phone:

Stan’s ringtone for Richie: Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time by Panic at the Disco

Stan’s last text to Richie: You’re not naming my pup. I don’t want a weird name.

@richiebeepbeeptozier @richietrashman @gaypanicked @floatjokes

[pcrturbed]

@gaypanicked​    said    //   “I paid $40 so I better die.”

“Are you putting your life at the price of forty dollars?” He asked with a raised brow, adjusting himself in the seat as the railing came down to secure them in the rollercoaster. It certainly had been expensive but Eddie hadn’t questioned it at the time. Maybe he should’ve. “I think anything below that would surely end your life, when you count in the cost of materials to build it and keep it running.”

[ofmaine]

@gaypanicked​ liked for Rebecca

   What a silly place for them to hang out. She was well aware that her brother hung out with a bunch of other older kids (older to her, of course, since she was only eight), but the Barrens seemed like a silly place. Still, she knew they had a spot down here, and she had told her mother that she’d bring Richie home for dinner.

   (Why she was allowed to leave and walk around alone was a question for the ages.)

   “Helloooooo!” she called out as she moved through the trees and looked around the scene surrounding her. “Richie! Mom says you have to come home!” Normally he knew dinner time was the time to be home, but apparently he and his friends had lost track of time today.

   She couldn’t see anyone, but she was pretty positive they were around here somewhere.

[scribedhorror]

@gaypanicked​ " happy birthday, big bill. " richie snickers softly and pulls out something from his pocket - putting it in his hand and grinning mischievously. it was a joint. // gaypanicked

Richie remembered his birthday? It was a surprising and touching thing to realize, and he really didn’t need more than that. “You remembered?” Bill commented with a bright grin, his eyes shining happily as they locked with the other boy’s gaze. He felt like he hadn’t heard those words in a long time and didn’t really know what to do with them. Especially coming from the brunette.

There was that telltale look of mischief in Richie's eyes, and coupled with the laugh Bill immediately knew that something was up. When it came to the two of them, however, when was something not up? As he looked down into his palm and saw the joint his grin widened and he fished around in his own pockets for a lighter. 

“Thanks for this Richie,” he stated sweetly, lifting both the weed and lighter to his mouth, “Care to share it with me?” What good was a birthday if there was no one to celebrate with? 

[ofbluemuses]

cont. || @gaypanicked​

     “ yeah, yeah, me and my fucking infections ” he mutters back, quite sarcastically, as he keeps cleaning the best he can his friend’s wound, giving him a roll of his eyes. sometimes he wonders why richie isn’t more careful, he has lost count on how many times he had to patch him up this week, his fingers tracing delicately his skin, making sure the bleeding had stopped. 

     “ yeah... it’ll heal ” eddie sighs, covering the wound with a piece of bandage to keep it clean and letting go of his arm “ you just need to be careful, rich... now, will you tell me what really happened ? ” 

[kaspbraakspeaking]

@gaypanicked​ //  “It’s just… one smoke, chill.”

   “One smoke leads to two and then the whole pack. And then our house smells like a damn ashtray.” He hadn’t lived in a house like that before, but some of the places he had Myra had gone as a married couple - mostly Myra’s friends since Eddie didn’t really have any - and some of her friends’ places were just awful. Like hell if he was planning on letting Richie turn their place into something like that. He hated the idea of smoking in general, but the whole making the house smell bad was just another added reason for him to pick on Richie for his smoking.

   He held out his hand, a very serious look on his face. “Hand over the pack. We’re quitting right now.” The ‘we’ added in there to let Richie know that he’d help him along with his quitting. “Get some of that gum or something.”

[kaspbraakspeaking]

@gaypanicked​ //  “I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately.”

   It was something concerning only because Eddie knew that feeling. Trouble sleeping usually meant nightmares. They could never just have a proper night’s sleep because one of them always seemed to be having their nightmares.

   “Rich, you know you can tell me when that happens, right?” He didn’t reach out, just in case Richie didn’t want to be touched, but he wanted to. He wanted to give as much support as he could in that moment. “I keep you up all the time, you should wake me up when you need to.”

[kaspbraakspeaking]

@gaypanicked​ //  Send 🍽️ for a starter where my muse cooks for yours

   The kitchen was a bit of a mess but he was positive the pancakes were done, and done well. He hoped they were, at least. Pancakes had always been the easiest thing to make, and he wanted to surprise Richie with some breakfast already made for him. To be honest, he was surprised the sounds in the kitchen hadn’t woken Richie up to begin with.

   Coffee was something he knew he was good at, so he had the coffee ready for Richie the moment he heard his boyfriend climbing out of bed.

   “Morning! I made breakfast!” He was extremely excited about as he set the plate and coffee mug down in front of a spot set up for the comedian. “There’s butter and syrup for them, and I’m pretty sure there’s a can of whipped cream if you want some.” He just hoped it was delicious.

[ofbluemuses]

just cute little things (accepting)

[ hand-hold ] - your muse grabs my muse’s hand when watching a scary movie 

     No. he didn’t want to watch this movie, but he wasn’t about to tell that to the others when they picked the movie. he is brave, he knows he is brave. everything on screen is fake, the blood is fake, the screams are fake, the... the look of terror in their eyes is fake, everything is...

     eddie jumps the moment the music gets lauder, his hand quickly grabbing richie’s hand as he was the one sitting next to him, hiding behind the blankets they have all wrapped around each other. 

     after the moment is long past, eddie can now let a soft sigh, now realizing his predicament as he is still holding richie’s hand. a new panick forms, his eyes glue to the screen as he isn’t sure what to do. should he let go of him? would it be weird? is this weird? 

     suddenly he can’t concentrate in the movie any more

@gaypanicked  --- Eddie 

[kaspbraakspeaking]

@gaypanicked​ /  don’t go.

   It wasn’t what he had expected while at the same time it was exactly what he wanted to hear. Maybe facing the truth was scarier than him only suspecting these things about himself.

   When the two of them decided to hang out, Eddie hadn’t expected such a confession coming out of Richie. Eddie himself knew how he felt for his friend, but knowing it was a possibility terrified him. His mother would disown him, the town would harass them, it just didn’t seem like a good idea. But now it was all he wanted, so running seemed like the best option. He was always afraid that he actually liked boys (even though he was very aware that he did), and it felt like he was always running from the reality of it.

   “What do you want, Richie?” he asked, almost snapped, as he whipped around to return to the scene. “I don’t... I don’t hate you, I’m not looking down on you. I just.. don’t you think it’s terrifying?” He was sure that he was confessing his own feelings without coming right out and saying it. “The things people would say..”

[scribedhorror]

@gaypanicked​ || meme || accepting ℧: a damp towel against flushed, feverish skin // gaypanicked

With a slight crease in his brow borne out of concern for the very flushed brunette buried in blankets he brought the dampened cloth up to his forehead and rested it there for a moment, desperately trying to ease Richie’s suffering in any way that he could. He gently wiped down his cheeks then moved to his neck, letting the damp material rest there for a moment then pushed it between the back of the brunette’s neck and the pillow, leaving it there for a beat.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything I can get you? Soup? More water?” Bill was hoping the fever would break soon and Richie would feel up to trying to eat or something.

[kaspbraakspeaking]

@gaypanicked​ /  “grip”

   Richie’s hand was gripping Eddie’s jaw, while Eddie had a fistful of Richie’s shirt, trying to keep him at arm’s length. He was pissed off. It wasn’t a physical fight, of course, but the second Richie grabbed at him (probably to try to pull him into a hug) Eddie tried to hold him back.

   Being what he was it would be easy to push Richie back but he didn’t want to hurt him.

   “Let go.” It would be easy to get Richie to let him go willingly instead of prying his hand off. He had no idea how dangerous Eddie was now, and the fact that Richie wanted him around still, that he wanted him this close. This was still too close for him, the sound of Richie’s heart beating was like a drum in his ears. “What do you want from me?”