#nice throw - bev

[stan-birdwatcher-uris]

Stan barely missed the object as it went flying passed him to hit the man behind him. After he sees the man drop to the ground, Stan looks for the source and sees Bev. "Nice throw!" He takes a couple hesitant steps closer. "Just to make sure; you were aiming for him and not me right?" @drvcxrys

[seecarrun]

Richie feels someone staring him down, and isn’t at all surprised to see Eddie’s giant brown peepers leering at him when he looks up from his phone.

“Dude, what?” he asks, and it’s only then that Eddie seems to realize what he’s doing, and he blinks in surprise, looking down at his phone quickly in response.

“Nothing. Fuck you.”

Richie rolls his eyes, but bites back a smirk. “No, do I have something on my face or something?”

“Just a bad case of the ugly, like usual.”

Richie breaks at that, laughing out loud in surprise. “Dude, are you thirteen again? What the fuck?!”

Eddie throws his arms up in the air in frustration, looking just on the right side of manic. “You got new glasses!” he cries out. Richie chuckles.

“Yeah, got them like two days ago. I made Bev pick them out for me in the group chat, remember? You said the other ones made me look like homeless Dwight from The Office.”

Eddie frowns, glaring down at his phone, refusing to make eye contact. “They look nice,” he grumbles.

Richie, embarrassingly, flushes just a little at that, a, what he’s sure is a pathetic, lovesick little smile sneaking across his lips.

He too returns back to his phone, scrolling mindlessly.

“Thanks, Eds.”

[sunshineting]

⭐︎two sides of the same fucked up coin⭐︎     pt2  pt3

toxic!eren x toxic!reader, toxic!reader x Erwin smith

word count- 1418

summary- your boyfriend cheats on you so you decide to cheat back... with his boss ♡

lmk if anyone wants a part 2 with erens reaction hehe ive got some things in mind

minors DNI PLS 🤬

Your relationship with Eren Jaeger was… haphazard, at best. Arguments were a near daily occurrence; yelling, cussing, throwing shit at each other, name calling were all on the table in these bouts. The bad days were really bad. But the good days? Oh, they were amazing. Lavish dates, expensive gifts, treating each other like royalty. You two were so lovey dovey on good days. Everyone had whiplash from the back and forth and just wished you’d leave each other alone.

This time though, Eren took it too fucking far. The two of you had a fight the week prior; you’ve forgotten what it was even about at this point. But, at some point you told him, “If you want a bitch that’s gon bend over backwards for you at your every beck and call, go fuck that thirsty bitch Mikasa!”

And that rat bastard actually did. Oh, you were going to fucking kill him. And her, too, because the bitch knew y’all were together. He’d come back to your apartment in the middle of the night, begging for forgiveness. The guilt ate him up inside and he confessed before you found out because he knew you would. As he told you, your eye had twitched and your fists were balled, but you remained relatively calm. You didn’t stab him like you wanted to, so that was a good sign. All you said was to get out. After he’d left, you screamed, cried, and punched your pillows. You’d even blocked him on everything you could. You didn’t eat for a good two days after that because you were so sick to your stomach about it. But then, you’d gotten an idea. Why should you be agonizing over something he did? He deserves to feel the sickness that you feel. He hurt you. He deserves to hurt, too.

So, here you are. Being wined and dined by Eren’s boss, Erwin Smith. Erwin is a tall, broad man; towering over your short height. He wears a nice button down shirt and well fitting slacks with expensive looking dress shoes. His blond hair is thick and neatly styled; a business man through and through.

“...so, yes business is booming. Would you like more wine?” Erwin had been saying something about his company, but you’d tuned him out. You give him a charming smile and accept the drink. The rest of the night goes by according to plan, having good conversation and even better food and drink. If circumstances were different, you could see yourself actually dating this man. He’s attentive, chivalrous, and handsome as hell. Yeah, he’s about a decade older than you, but fuck it. When he drives you home, you invite him inside.

“I know my apartment is super tiny compared to your house, but I’d really like it if you keep me company for a while. I can make us some tea, if you’d like?” You say, batting your eyelashes up at him. He graciously accepts and steps inside. You make light conversation as you prepare the kettle. After the hot bev, you ask innocently, “Can I kiss you?”

Erwin takes this and runs with it. He rushes into you, bending down to crash his lips into yours. He’s ravenous, kissing you hungrily and running his hands all over your body. His hands are huge and gripping you in all the right places. Your hips, your ass, your tits. You push your tongue into his hungry mouth, attempting to take a little more control, but Erwin isn’t having it. He bites your bottom lip with a light growl.

“You’ve been seducing me all night, young lady. And here I was, thinking you were a good little girl.” His voice is low and heavy with lust. You swallow thickly. Running your hand down his chest, you find yourself at his belt. You bite your lip and gaze up at him into his oceanic eyes.

“Come to my room?” You ask, voice small. Leading him to your room, you can’t help but smile to yourself. If you’d known getting revenge would be this fun, you’d have done it sooner. You’re enjoying yourself with Erwin, but a pang of guilt does strike your heart. The only thing you didn’t like was bringing an innocent man into your issues with Eren. You push those thoughts away and straddle Erwin on your bed. You can feel his thick cock through his pants and you’re eager to get to it. He grinds himself up into you while gripping your hips tightly. A surprised moan escapes from your throat. Your bodycon dress is pulled up to your waist, exposing you from there down. You had worn the tiniest panties you owned, just for this. Erwin groans seeing you like this, exposed and dripping wet.

“You’re sure you want this?” The man questions.

“Yes, please.”

That was all he needed to pull your dress up further. He removes it entirely and marvels at the sight of you. Ruffled hair, pleading eyes, puffy lips. Not even mentioning your soft, curvaceous body. You lift yourself up from him for a moment to allow him to remove his own clothes. His cock is about average length, but it’s deliciously thick. You could tell he’d give you a good stretch.

“Do you have a condom?” You murmur in Erwin’s ear. Erwin pulls one from his discarded pants and slides it on. Sitting back down on his lap, you rub yourself along his length. It feels so good feeling him rub against your swollen clit. He aligns himself at your entrance and with one swift motion fills you. A mewl escapes you as you feel the sudden stretch.

“You feel so good wrapped around me,” Erwin groans. Your gushy walls surround him, sucking him in. Erwin is so broad, you’re bracing your hands on his chest to balance yourself. His blond hair is now disheveled and he has an animalistic look in his eyes. The put together business man of before has been abandoned. Something about it makes your pussy even wetter. You bounce on his cock repeatedly, each motion getting you closer to your bliss. Your legs start to tire, so Erwin grabs the back of your neck and pulls you to lay on his chest. He then grabs you by the hips and fucks up into you. His pace is short and quick; he’s eager to chase his orgasm. His cock hits your most sensitive spot over and over making you cream all over him.

“Don’t stop, I’m so close,” you whine. Erwin’s rhythm doesn’t falter, instead he gets rougher with each stroke. His arms have you caged in, pressed against him. The strength of him squeezing you sends you over the edge. You fall apart on him; pussy fluttering and gushing around his cock. After he feels your orgasm wash away, Erwin flips you over. Your knees are damn near touching your ears the way he’s got you bent up. He’s so deep he’s hitting your cervix. His balls are slapping your ass with every thrust. The room is filled with the lewd symphony of your pussy squelching, heavy breathing, and skin slapping skin.

“I’m about to cum,” Erwin grunts. His pace falters, his hips tremble, and you feel his cock twitch inside you. He lets out a groan with a shudder. He slides out of you slowly then removes the now full condom. You watch him tie the condom off and toss it into the trash.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and we can go to sleep, yeah?” Erwin suggests. He’s such a good guy. Yet another pang of guilt hits you. If things were different, Erwin could definitely be a good partner. Unfortunately, your heart belonged to Eren.

After getting cleaned up, the two of you get comfortable in your bed. Erwin falls asleep first, a light snore coming from him. You take this time to grab your phone and take a few pictures of Erwin’s sleeping form. You make sure to get a good picture so it’s evident who he is and that you’re with him.

In the morning, you bid Erwin farewell with a kiss on the cheek. You scroll through your contacts to find Eren ❤️‍🔥 Jaeger. Unblock. After unblocking Erens contact, a sea of messages flood your phone. You barely skim them; most of them apologies, some blame you for driving him to cheat. Eyeroll. He’s about to be sorry, all right.

To Eren ❤️‍🔥: Attachment: 2 images

‘We forgive you ❤️’

[mommahughes19-23]

I was woken up for this... - Q.H/E.E

@shaylynnh : I was woken up by Ethan at 6am to Quinn in a blowup pig suit.... the only good thing about visiting my brothers is the free food and bev 🍾🍾

tagged : @edwards.93 @jackhughes @lhughes_06 @sethjarvis_ @dylanduke25 @_quinnhughes

location : all over jerseyyyy

_quinnhughes : wtf I told you NOT to post that pic🤨😡

↪ shaylynnh : and I told YOU not to bully my man while we were there and yet here we are 🫸🏻🫸🏻🫸🏻🫸🏻

bboeser : the 3rd pic is what you send to Ellen and the 6th one is what you send to Ethan lolol

zadorov_16 : uncle nikita approves of this message🤘🏻🤘🏻

eliaspettersson : AHHHHHHHHHH YOURE 19 YOU CANT DRINK

↪ shaylynnh : im older than all my brothers what are you saying to me sir

kuzya_096 : ah yes this American party looks fun!😝😝

tdemko30 : youre nails change a lot... how

↪ shaylynnh : I get bored idk

dakotajoshua8 : dang Quinny sis is 🔥🔥🔥🔥

↪ ilyamikheeve66 : idk if you should say that under his sisters post

arturssilovs1 : come visit Vancouver more next season!

↪ shaylynnh : will you buy me food ?

↪ arturssilovs1 : duh

lindholmelias : im confused and entertained at the same time ...

colemcward : family goals 🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒

_tylermyers_ : captain Quinn everyone🫡

connor.garland8 : im uncomfortable

soucy71 : what is this

katepettersen_ : YOURE FITS ARE SOOOOO CUTE OMG🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

elblue6 : You better be behaving for your brothers miss

↪ shaylynnh : IM OLDER THAN THEM MOM WHAT !??

colecaufield : ahahahahahahahahahahahahahah not momma hughes throwing shade

jackhughes : go home then

lhughes_06 : dont be disrespectful to Quinn hes coping

nicohischier : I miss you guys

dawson1417 : this is chaotic as fuck

pally_18 : o my

john.marino97 : hughesyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

jesperbratt : 🫦

tmeier96 : 🤯

tofff73 : 🕺🕺🕺

curtislazar95 : youre wearing real clothes for once good job!!!

akiraschmid93 : cant wait to see you again !!!

holtz_10 : so ur a sports fan huh

dougieham : this is like that Hannah Montana suit life that's so raven mashup in photo form

naterbastian : blep

reannelazar : come see me next time youre here!! the boys always love seeing you and Ethan !

kristen.haula : AH WE NEEEED TO GO SHOPPING TOGETHER ASAP !

kevinbahl88 : jack lives , glad to see

sethjarvis_ : nice to see you guys!!

kayleighdocherty_ : THATS LEGIT MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND OMG OMG OMG

luca.fantilli : my otp

edwards.73 : love love love you

rutgermcgroarty : I miss you Ethan @edwards.93

nolan_moyle : bring Ethan back now !!

taylorbrindleyy : ahhhhhhhhh

kennedygauthier : OMG YESS GIRL

alyssa_duke : stunning

dylanduke25 : thanks for RUINING guys night

↪ shaylynnh : 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

franknazar14 : dang lil hughes isn't so little anymore

↪ shaylynnh : IVE NEVER BEEN LIL HUGHES

jacob_truscott20 : this is neat

cuttergauthier : o

adamfantilli : I would have liked an invite

↪ shaylynnh : too bad

g.brindley4 : I like ur hoodie

seamuscasey36 : oop

A.N :

ok hi , idk if the tags I did are accurate but that's who I think the people are so love u lots .... hope u like :D

tags : @skylershines @quinnylouhughesx43 @noahkahansorangejuice

[labia-majorasmask]

JJK Men taking care of you while you're sick (at varying degrees of competency and care)

in honor of me being bedridden by my seasonal allergies yesterday, here's a crack/drabble for y'all

ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma

Gojo - you text him that you wake up feeling like you got hit by a bus, and you think he's fucking with you saying that he's not around, but mans is at the pharmacy/chemist picking you up cold meds, tissues, and a lil snack (the snack is for him but he'll say it's for you). will watch tiktok compilations with you until you take a nap and then will take unflattering pics of u to show you (and his students) at a later date. will tease you with almost-kisses but won't kiss you because he doesn't want to get sick

Geto - already noticed that you were feeling off the night before and had the cold meds lined tf UP for you that morning, along with tea/a warm bev, a warm compress, and more pillows to prop up your head. will hang out with you and put on a podcast the two of you like and will put an extra blanket on you when you take a midday nap. will kiss you on the hand or the top of your head because those heal the soul.

Nanami - noticed you've been working hard and have been stressed out lately so he preemptively got cold meds, nasal spray, cough drops, a new pillow for you, and the nice tissues (you know the ones). makes you tea, soup, and jello [scientifically proven by the UoY [university of Yeetza, medical accreditation pending]] and makes sure you get enough rest. will watch mockumentaries with you while making sure the beverage you're drinking isn't coming out your nose while you both crack up. will not give you a kiss but will hold you

Toji - the one who got you sick, y'all are laid up feeling miserable a f together and share custody of the tissue box. took the last of the cold meds and does not have money to buy more. will watch trashy reality 2000s tv with you while you both chug hot bevs and chew ice chips because that is how the body heals from illness. y'all are not touching each other until you're both better, but i feel like he's down bad enough that he'd still kiss/hook up/etc with his partner even if they were sick. man is foul but i respect the dedication

Choso - is concerned that you're sick, doesn't know what to do, and brings home a mish mash of meds that are somewhat helpful (it's the thought that counts). finds a cute stuffed animal at the store, puts it through the wash while you're asleep and puts it next to you while it's still warm from the dryer. will warm up soup for you and if you ask him nicely he'll make airplane noises and feed you the soup. won't kiss you but will run you a bath and wash your hair and scratch your head and rub your shoulders and tell you about his day

Sukuna - (sukuna girlies please forgive me/don't come for me, i don't think of this man unless i'm objectifying him while i look at fanart) very mean about you being sick and bullies you to stay in bed. will throw pillows at you if you try and get up from bed, will take your phone away from you so you bore yourself to sleep. will make you make your own tea/warm bevs because he's a clinically diagnosed meanie head. will not touch you because you're sick and have germs, but will refrain from doing any fun activities without you because you're one of his preferred meatbags

Higuruma - someone give this man a raise, he'll work from home and get your meds delivered to you. will order your favorite comfort foods because he has a list of them saved in his phone, you don't even have to ask. will send unhinged tiktoks/instagram reels to you while he works and will have all of his meals with you. will hug you and kiss the top of your head, or kiss your hair while he forgets about water boiling on the stove until you both hear it overflow and sizzle

gonna scurry off into the night because i need to do paperwork that i didn't do yesterday, hope you feel better if you're sick :)

[wosowrites]

Soft for Her (Lauren Hemp x Reader)

warnings: none

a/n: based off this request:

prompt: in which the reader is a softie for lauren

You were hard headed, that was a known fact. You were the Katie Mccabe of your team, except while Katie had an angry face and temper on the field, you had that even off the field. The city girls loved you. You were their own personal bodyguard everywhere they went, but they also knew the things that triggered your anger rampages and bad mood. It was just you, and they loved you. They all knew you wouldn’t hurt a fly, but you damn looked like you could.

Oh, and the exception to this hard facade was Lauren Hemp.

You were Canadian, and definitely the biggest fear of national teams. One hard tackle from you could send them out for months at a time, although hurting people was never your intention. When Bev Priestman paired you, Kadeisha Buchanan and Shelina Zadorsky in the back line… you were unbeatable.

But back to Lauren.

Lauren meant the world to you. You would never admit that to anyone, but everyone knew it. Lauren was the human definition of a golden retriever, while you were more of a… black scratched up angry street cat that people frowned at in the street. But Lauren never frowned at you once. When she joined City, people had warned her about you. They had said that you were nice but terrifying and not to be messed with. But she didn’t listen, she made her own opinions on you. And she thought you were the most beautiful person in the world.

It was true, you were really, very pretty. But everyone was always too concentrated on the frown, the tattoos, the cold eyes, the outgrown brown haired once dyed blonde and the strong arms that could probably crush someone’s neck to see your beauty.

That’s why you loved Lauren, she made you smile, which was a rare sight before she arrived to City.

"I mean… even when she scores she doesn’t smile. She just yells like… horrifyingly loudly, pumps the air and beats her fist on her chest. I don’t know how you do it Hemp." Leila had told her one morning. Lauren had just finished having a generic, regular conversation with you, which ended in you grinning from ear to ear and walking off. "The smile didn’t leave her face for like… 12 seconds. That’s a new record." Leila added. "You make her up to be some kind of heartless demon! She’s not. She just has her guard up." Lauren said, walking into the training facility and towards the gym. "I don’t! You know how much we love her. It’s nice to see her smile like that is all. It just catches me off guard. I constantly have to remind myself 'right, her face can do that like the rest of us.'" The spaniard said, making Lauren chuckle and push her lightly.

The girls entered the gym where most of the City people were already at work. "I mean! Lauren! She’s doing bicep curls with 60 pound weights right now." Leila said, avoiding you. "She won’t throw them at you! Be nice." Lauren said, heading to the rowing machine. You looked up from your arms, smiling at Lauren and giving Leila a small nod. "Heyyy there y/n" Leila said, stretching out her words. "Nice weights" she added.

"I’ll throw them at you if you keep on looking at me like I bite." You scowled, making Lauren chuckle. Only Lauren laughed at your threats. "No! I’m sorry!" Leila squealed, running off to hide behind Chloe. You smiled cheekily and looked back at your weights, getting two more reps in before placing them on the ground. "Why do you do that?" a voice behind you says.

You turn around to see Lauren standing there, her chin tilted up a bit to look at you.

"Why do I do what?" You asked her. "Act mean. Or threaten them. They love you and I know you love them but I don’t get it. You’re the sweetest person ever." Lauren said, sitting on the bench press machine as you leaned onto the wall. "Because it’s funny. And I don’t want them to know i’m… soft. Sometimes." You said, struggling to get the word out. "Soft? Huh. I’ve noticed that. You act different with me. Why?" Lauren asked.

This made you look away, focusing instead on the pull up bar. "I don’t know. You’re just… different." You said, grabbing onto the bar and starting to do your reps. "Y/n. Stop that. Look at me." Lauren said.

You ignored her for a bit but eventually dropped down from the bar and took a seat next to her on the bench. "You have your guard up all the time, and you drop it around me. Why?" Lauren said gently. "Because you’re the only one I trust to not have my guard up. I love them. All of them, I do. But I’m not letting people in because that always ends in hurt." You said, fiddling with your fingers.

"Y/n…" Lauren said, going to put her hand on your thigh. "You should get back to your workout. I’ll see you later." You said, standing up and going to the treadmill.

Lauren watched you walk away, completely confused. Confused about the origin of your hard surface, confused about your persona, but mostly, confused about her feelings for you.

Three days later

The team had just won 2-1 over manchester united, it was a big win and a necessary one for them. The girls decided to go home to get dressed and then go out to supper. Bunny chose an italian restaurant that seemed well rated. So you went home to your studio apartment, showered and then tried to choose what to wear. You had gotten a new tattoo on your bicep, so you wanted to show that off. you chose beige dickies and a lakers basketball jersey, paired with purple air jordan’s and gold jewelry. It was only about 15° outside, but you didn’t get cold often so you opted for no coat.

You took your car to the italian restaurant, being one of the later arrivals. "You guys said 7:00, it’s 7:02 how is everybody here?" You asked as you took a seat between Lauren and Ellie. "Everyone knows 7:00 means 6:50, y/n." Esme told you. "Not in Canada! 7:00 means 7:30 in Canada. You’re lucky I showed up at all." You said, earning a small slap from Lauren. "Hey!" you groaned at her. "Nice tat," she said, tracing her finger over the fairy. "Thanks," you said, trying to act as though the feeling of her skin touching yours wasn’t driving you insane.

The supper went smoothly. Ellie made everyone be in her tik toks, the food was amazing, Leila teased you the entire dinner. And then eventually, at about 9:45, people stared leaving. You were one of the last ones to stand up, along with Lauren, Bunny, Leila and Yui. "I want to show you something. Come in my car?" You whispered to Lauren. She nodded gently and looked over to Leila. "Y/n’s gonna drive me home, i’ll see you tomorrow?" Lauren said to Leila.

The spaniard nodded and did not even try to hide her wink.

You rolled your eyes and then walked out of the restaurant with Lauren.

She sat in the passengers seat as you sat in the drivers. You started up the car and turned on the radio, going onto the nearest highway. "We’re going towards the suburbs y/n." Lauren said to you. "I know."

"Why?"

"I love England. But if there’s one thing I miss it’s the mountains in Canada. I miss hiking and being able to see the stars. So, a couple months ago I set out to find a place where I could see them again… the stars that is. And I found this place… and it’s not as good as Canadian mountains but it’s nice." You told Lauren, who listened attentively.

"And you’re gonna bring me there?" Lauren asked. "Yeah. If that’s okay?” You said, focusing on the highway. "It’s more than okay."

A couple minutes later, you pulled over on the side of the highway. The night sky was incredibly dark, but you were right, the stars were brighter than ever. "Wow. It’s beautiful." Lauren whispered in awe. She looked around, spinning around herself as you watched her. You could watch her forever.

Lauren caught up to you and took your hand in hers. You bit your lip to hide a smile. "You can smile you know. There’s no one else here." Lauren laughed, squeezing your hand. You let out a small, tight lipped smille. She held a hold of your hand, both of you standing still and looking up at the sky.

Lauren kept her eyes on the stars, while you kept your eyes on Lauren.

When she looked back down, you were already looking down at her, your eyes tired, but your lips curved upwards. "Can I kiss you?" You whispered to her, making her eyes go wide. "Yes."

You didn’t wait another second, leaning i and putting your hands on the small of her back to draw her closer to you. Kissing her felt right. You felt complete. And after pulling away, all you wanted to do was kiss her again.

"You had to go and wait a year to do that." Lauren said, putting her arms around you, pushing her body against yours while still looking at you. "Hey, our love story is a slow burn," you joked, knowing how much of a sucker Lauren was for romance novels. "Ha ha." She said.

You kept her gaze for a while longer, going in for another quick kiss.

"It’s late, we should go." You said.

She nodded and you walked towards your car, settling in and driving into the night.

[riveatstoes]

the idea of finn wolfhard’s roles being somehow related has been beaten to death already but i do enjoy the concept of richie tozier and mike wheeler being twins separated when they were young, and then being forced to endure their own interdimensional horrors with their groups of Loser Buddies.

i also like the idea of how they’d react to each other’s aforementioned interdimensional horrors. personally i think if richie had to deal with anything remotely upside-down related he’d Flip The Fuck Out and just scream a lot. if he came face to face with a demogorgon he’d try to hit it with a baseball bat or a stick or something, and then max or lucas (or maybe even el) would have to go out of their way to save him from his own dipshit decisions.

alternatively i believe that pennywise would be a cakewalk for mike and the party. mike would simply hit it with the “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls 🙄” and it’d be so confused it would have no choice but to back off. i also am a firm believer that if the losers club had max with them they would’ve fully defeated pennywise in the first movie. she would’ve figured out the “make it small” shit SO FAST.

at her core max mayfield is a Thirteen Year Old Girl and i applaud her for it. i love her.

anyway i’m working on my own twins!richie and mike fanfic so we’ll see how that goes. i don’t want to post it before i have something super solid because i have a tendency to abandon fics if they don’t interest me enough the entire time. we’ll see.

bonus—some stranger things/IT pairings that i want to see more of in crossover fics:

STANLEY AND WILL!!!!!!!!! trust me

bev and el

dustin and richie

if you’re gonna do the bev/max thing i also strongly suggest doing lucas/ben as well because what’s the point of writing the ginger girlbosses without their Stupid Goofy Men?

bill and mike w

idk i just feel like eddie k would just hate eddie munson. crossover where the losers club have to climb through that portal in the munsons’ trailer and eddie k refuses purely because of the state of eddie m’s mattress

i get the feeling that stanley would be the one constantly being stuck with steve and robin and forced into ridiculous tasks. imagine the stranger things 3 russian elevator scene but instead of dustin trying to set up robin and steve it’s just stan uris panic-reciting bird species

stan’s first thought would be “oh she has a bird name :) nice” and then the rest is “what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck”

honestly any pairing other than reddie/byler because even though i love those boys to death it’s just so OBVIOUS atp

and also i can appreciate that they’d relate to each other but mike hanlon and lucas is far from the best mike h pairing. for example imagine him being stuck with (throws dart at board of ST character names) murray

erica sinclair and eddie kaspbrak world domination

adding onto the richie/mike twin thing the idea of nancy having to adjust to +1 brother is both funny and interesting to me. i think she’d lose it one way or another

jonathan byers and bill denbrough guilty older brothers bond

also imagine hopper reacting to a Second Mike being in his general vicinity. i think that would force him off the edge, ESPECIALLY after getting to know richie

[drewsbuzzcut]

My Dear Devoted Delicate

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

Italics are flashbacks! The orange text are the words embroidered in the veil!

warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of being high and drugs but not actually taking drugs, alcohol consumption, being drunk, marriage

Everyone from your bridal party left you alone in your changing room, wanting to grant your wish of having time to yourself before marrying the love of your life. You took the time to write, not your vows, though. You had written your vows in one go about 3 months ago, it was easy to pour your heart out whenever it came to Mat. Therefore, you just wanted to write your overall feelings about the day. Nothing bad, of course.

Excitement rushed through your body, stimulating your heart and supplying you a high like no other drug could. Your fingers clenched into fists every now and then, wanting to have Mat or Nolan in your grasp. God, you couldn’t wait to see Nolan in his little outfit.

You look at yourself in the mirror, smiling at your reflection. You love the way your wedding dress clings to your body. The corseted, backless dress was crafted by you and the most amazing fashion designers, bringing your vision to life and tears to your eyes. The day you tried it on for the first time is never far away in your memory. You were a crying mess. Your best friend, Beverly, was the only one with you, having to wipe away both of your tears. The fabric was perfect as was the fit and the feeling it gave you.

The dress was paired with a beautiful, vintage pearl necklace, gifted to you by Mat’s mom. It was her necklace that she used to wear all the time. It was your “something old.”

Your “something blue” was not for everyone’s eyes. You had a blue 13 embroidered into the back of your panties from your wedding lingerie set. You picked out your lingerie set a while ago, with some help from Mat. He didn’t know about the 13, though. It’d be a pleasant surprise for tonight.

The “something new” and “something borrowed” belonged to Mat. Traditionally, the bride will have all of them, but this is Mat’s day, too, so you wanted him to take part in the little tradition. You gifted Mat a signet ring with an N engraved- standing for Nolan- as his “something new.” Mat’s father let him borrow his pocket square from his and Mat’s mother’s wedding day as his “something borrowed.” You smile giddily, thinking about how eager Mat was to participate.

“Wait… you want me to do what?” Mat asks, confused about what you were talking about.

“It’s an old tradition that’s usually for the bride only, but I think it’d be nice for you to do it with me,” you explain, watching his eyes light up and mouth twitching into a shy smile.

“I want to do it, yeah!”

You throw your body into his, hugging him around his neck. You can feel his laugh vibrating in his chest.

“Baby, really? I don’t want to force you to do it,” you mumble into his neck, suddenly feeling shy.

“Of course I want to do it. I’ve heard stories of the husband barely being involved, and I know for sure that I want to be involved because I want to marry you just as much as you want to marry me,” he states.

You melt instantly. You grab both his cheeks and bring his lips to yours. One of his hands goes to the back of your neck while his other lays on the small of your back. You’re so into the kiss, you didn’t even realize you were moving until you’re on your back and Mat is on top of you. He’s pressing kiss after kiss into your neck, making your back arch into him. You giggle and direct his lips back onto yours, getting interrupted by Nolan’s cry coming from the baby monitor.

Your face flushes at the sweet memory, accompanied by a few tears daring to fall from your eyes.

A knock on the door, signals the time winding down. You were 5 minutes away from becoming a married woman.

“Y/n/n?”

“Hey, Bev.”

“It’s time to put your veil on. Then we have to go line up. Are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready!”

Beverly grabs your veil. Your very very special veil. It is your favorite thing about your outfit. It is long and made of lace, and embroidered at the end of the train. Not just any embroidery, but Mat’s words he spoke to you when he proposed.

“I want you forever. I want to love you when you feel like you can’t be loved. I want to kiss you, knowing that we’re sharing each other's air. My love for you knows no limits.”

You were shaking from nerves and excitement. You had no idea Mat was going to propose to you. It was just a planned date night at your favorite restaurant in New York. When you got there, you did find it strange that you both had the entire place to yourself. But when Mat led you to a different area filled with your favorite flowers and candles, you just knew. Your thoughts were confirmed when he got down on one knee.

“Y/n, will you marry me?”

He had tears brimming his eyes and his heart was beating fast. He was afraid you could feel the vibrations travel from his fingertips to yours.

“Mathew, of course I’ll marry you. Oh my god! I love you so much, baby. So much!” You exclaim, dropping to your knees so you can kiss your fiancé.

“Y/n, you look so beautiful!”

You smile bright, smoothing down your dress and tousling your hair.

“Bev, let’s get this show on the road!” You didn’t want to waste any more time.

You take multiple deep breaths, you were nervous about walking in front of so many people. You are a model, it’s your job, but this was different. It wasn’t a job. It was the start of your forever with your small family.

You watch all the bridesmaids and groomsmen walk down the aisle, trying to get a glance of Mat without him seeing you. Once you hear the instrumental opening of “Lover” by Taylor Swift, you make your way down to Mat. Mat who’s taking deep breaths, trying to control the tears spilling from his eyes. Mat who’s smiling so wide his jaw probably hurts. Mat who’s holding onto Nolan’s hand while Nolan smiles at you when he sees you moving towards him. He gives you a little wave with his smile that looks just like Mat’s. You love your boys.

As you get to the end of the aisle, Mat reaches his hand out for you. You take it without hesitation, dying to touch him in any way after spending the night away from each other.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers to you, lifting your veil over your head.

“You look so handsome. So does Nolan. I can’t wait to be your wife,” you say trying to not get emotional, but you couldn’t help it.

As the officiant welcomes everyone, your and Mat’s eyes remain in contact. You’re both conversing without even speaking. It’s something you’ve become accustomed to, knowing just what the other is thinking or feeling, and knowing how to be there for them mentally and emotionally in times when you can’t physically.

The officiant continues with a short story of your relationship. Everything from when you both first met to small anecdotes of you and Mat becoming parents. You and Mat have to stifle snickers at certain moments and there’s one story that makes you cry, and Mat is quick to wipe away your tears. It’s the story of Nolan’s first night home. It was crazy to hear that night from someone else’s point of view as you asked Mat’s parents if they could provide stories for the officiant, and they were with you that crazy night.

After laughs and awes from the audience, you’re led into the vows. You going first.

“Mat, I remember the first time I met you; we bumped into each other outside a bar that I shouldn’t have even been at. You followed after me when my embarrassment got the best of me and I walked away. Well, I’m so glad you did. We had so many problems at the start. I thought that maybe we weren’t meant to be together, but then things just started falling into place. We found a rhythm that worked for our crazy lives. We proved a lot of people wrong, too,” you speak your thoughts, winking at Mat after your previous sentence and earning a blush and chuckle from him.

“I never knew a love so powerful could exist. Every time I stare into your beautiful eyes, I see our future. I see the never ending love that pumps through your veins. I feel it when you touch me. Any simple touch: you kissing my neck tattoo, or you tracing the tattoo that goes down my spine. I feel that warmth. It’s so invasive, in the best way. From witnessing you achieve great accomplishments in hockey to witnessing you become a father, I have never appreciated someone so much. No one tells you how special it is to see the man you love become a father. Mat, you’re the best father ever. I have no doubts that you’ll be the best husband ever. I cannot wait to love you for the rest of my life; I’m glad I’m the one that gets to love you for the rest of your life,” you finish through tears, hands squeezing Mat’s.

He lifts your hand to place it over his heart, knowing that the thumping will soothe you.

“Y/n, you’re the love of my life. You always will be. There’s not a day that goes by, a second even, when I’m not thinking about you and our life together. And now, our family together. You’re the strongest person I know. You’ve put up with me and hockey, you’ve worked with me through our challenging times, and you’ve never given up on me, on us. When you brought Nolan into our lives, you also brought out a new side of yourself that I got to love. The intimacy of being understood is complicated, but you, my love, have figured it out. You know me and you understand me. Y/n, you’re the best person that there is. You’re the best mother, and you’re my best friend. I love you. I promise to always love you,” Mat says his vows.

He’s crying and you’re crying. Even the audience is shedding some tears.

You lay the palm of your hand on his cheek, wiping away his tears. He just turns his head and kisses the inside of your wrist. Butterflies spread throughout your entire body at the small action.

“And now, Y/n, do you take Mat to be your husband? Do you promise to love, honor, and cherish him for as long as you shall live? To stay faithful and in love through good times and in bad; in sickness and in health?” The officiant asks.

“I do!” You state, no hesitation.

“Mat, do you take Y/n to be your wife? Do you promise to love, honor, and cherish her for as long as you shall live? To stay faithful and in love through good times and in bad; in sickness and in health?”

“I do!” Mat commits and you hake in giddiness, ready to leap into his arms and kiss the life out of him.

“Y/n and Mat will now exchange rings as a symbol of love and commitment.”

Mat softly grabs your left hand, tingles spreading like wildfire. He slides on the ring, mouthing “I love you,” right after. You bat your eyelashes at him, willing him to just kiss you. The cold, gold ring: a reminder of forever being wrapped around your finger. After you slide his ring on his finger, Mat steps a bit closer to you. He ever so gently and discreetly, brings his hand to wrap around your waist.

“Y/n and Mat, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride!”

Mat closes all remaining space between the two of you, lips pressed to yours, earning cheers and hollers from everyone. His hands are placed on the small of your back while yours are wrapped around his neck, and when you feel him start to dip you, you hold on even tighter.

“Mama, kith,” you hear Nolan mumble with his cute lisp as he tugs on your dress.

“Hi, my baby! I will give you all the kisses you want. You look so handsome!” You quickly pick him up and shower his face with kisses, making him squeal.

“Like daddy?” He shyly asks. Nolan always loved matching with his dad, and he loved when you’d say that he looked just like him.

“Just like daddy, baby,” you assure him. He smiles and nuzzles his face into your neck, clutching onto your body.

Mat hugs the both of you, overjoyed and needing you in his arms.

The three of you walk back down the aisle in your own worlds. You’re too thrilled and filled with love to pay attention to anything else besides Mat’s large hand pressed on your bare back, and Nolan’s warm body in your arms.

Before you and Mat part ways with everyone, you hand Nolan to his grandparents so that you can have privacy on your way to the reception venue. You were very thankful for Mat’s parents and Liana as they all agreed to watch over Nolan during your wedding night and honeymoon.

When you’ve entered the small, but quiet space of your limo, you immediately pull Mat in for a kiss. Kicking off your heels, carding your fingers through his hair, you swipe your tongue along his bottom lip and thrust your tongue into his mouth when it opens just for you.

“You smoke show. You’re sexy,” he whispers into your lips, making you whimper. You’re doused in need.

“I can’t wait to fuck my husband,” you moan.

“I can’t wait to make love to my wife,” he says back, making you blush.

“Tonight. When we get to the reception, I need to change into my other dress,” you explain, playing with the ends of his hair.

He kisses you in response. He stares into your eyes, brushing your hair behind your ears. You lean your body more into his, head resting over his heart and his hands rub your arms.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

You were so glad the venue had a private room. It saved you from having to change in a stall, and allowed for Mat to unzip your wedding dress in a private, intimate matter.

Your second dress was a white, silk slip dress. It was perfect for dancing and walking around while you greeted your guests. Plus, it is backless just like your wedding dress, and Mat loves whenever you wear something backless.

“We’re married, barzy!” You squeal as you finish changing.

“We are! God, I love that you’re my wife. My wife! Mrs. Barzal, that’s hot,” Mat blurts out, pulling you into his arms.

“Ughhh… you’re hot. My hotshot, nhl superstar, sexy ass husband. I fucking love you,” you whisper in his ear, nipping his lobe for good measure.

“Baby, thank you,” it’s his turn to whisper in your ear.

“For what?”

“Loving me. Giving me Nolan. Being you. Everything,” Mat explains.

“Baby, maty, I love you and I’d do anything for you,” you kiss him again before he can respond.

“I think it’s time to have our first dance, wife.”

Everyone takes their seats, clapping when you and Mat are announced to the dance floor for your first dance as a married couple. The melodious sounds of the piano fill the room as the song you both picked starts playing. He pulls you in by your hands and then moves his to rest on the small of your back. You wrap your arms around his neck, loving the close contact. You sway your bodies to the soft beat. Mat’s finger is tracing your divine feminine tattoo that’s inked into the skin of your spine.

One of Mat’s hands moves to settle on your waist, his other holding your hand as you start to waltz around the dance floor. As you’re spinning around, you feel yourself letting the world slip away. You stare up at Mat, eyes full of stars. His eyes are just as lovestruck, gazed over with wonder. As the song winds down, Mat spins you out and the spins you back in, so your back is pressed to his front. He has a hand resting on your lower stomach, and you swear you can feel how fast his heart is beating. Who knew two imperfect souls were destined to come together and make something so beautiful out of life.

The song ends, resulting in everyone cheering and Mat kissing you on the lips, shoulder, and side of your neck. Everything feels so fuzzy; you’re high on just emotions. You and Mat parade each other around the room, visiting with guests and laughing at different stories. His hand doesn’t leave your waist for one second. He needed to be touching you in some way.

You try to eat, but the flurry of excitement and happiness distract you many times. For a good part of the party, you spend it dancing around with everyone anyways. Mat was also very tipsy, so he for sure wasn’t leaving your side.

After a couple hours of dancing and drinking, the DJ announces a mother and son dance. It was your idea to show thanks to Mat’s mom for raising such an amazing person. You watch from the sideline, with tears filling your eyes, how Mat laughs and talks with his mom. Her eyes are joyful and she looks so proud. You can only hope you will be as good of a mom as she is.

You carry Nolan from where he was seated, to the dance floor. You twirl around with him in your arms. His head is resting on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around your neck, and he’s staring up at you with tired eyes, but his smile is content. Your poor baby boy, he has had a long day. His little hand is rubbing your neck, something he does when he’s on the verge of falling asleep.

“Momma pretty. Love you,” you have to hold in your tears at his sweet voice and sweet words.

“Thank you, baby. Mommy loves you, too. You can go to sleep if you want,” you whisper into his skin as you kiss his cheek.

During your little moment, you didn’t notice the song ending, so Mat was quick to come over to you to see what was wrong.

“Babe?” He questions, brows furrowed and a hand on your back.

“Yeah?”

“Is everything ok?”

“Yeah? Nolie is just tired,” You point out, Nolan already asleep.

Mat takes him from your arms into his, patting his back to keep him relaxed and asleep. You both finally take this moment to sit down. Mat’s hair is sweaty and a little wavy, he’s only wearing his button up with the sleeves rolled up. He looks extra sexy. Plus, Nolan is laid across his large upper body, making him even more attractive. As said before, there’s just something so attractive about your man being a father.

Even as the night continues to dwindle down, it’s still full of dancing and laughing. You and Mat are still glued together. At one point, you stuff yourselves in a secluded corner and make out like horny teenagers. It’s hot and touchy until Liana had to interrupt you because she was taking Nolan up to her hotel room to sleep.

Once the majority of people left around midnight and it was just some of yours and Mat’s friends, you started another round of drinking and dancing.

“Maty,” you whine, buzzing on the Vin Santo Di Carmignano Riserva wine that you both requested for the event. Your body is practically wrapped around his and his strong arms are holding you up even though he has had a lot more to drink than you.

“Yes, baby?”

“Take me upstairs and love on me,” you whisper in his ear, not drunk enough to not know what is going on and what you want.

“Not everyone has left yet.” Mat has an amused look on his face, even though he knew damn well that he wanted to take you up to the hotel suite just as much.

“So? I’m sure they can find their way out. I need you, please,” you beg, kissing his sweet spot on his neck.

“You win, let’s go!”

Hook, line, and sinker.

You perk up, wrapping your legs around his waist, earning whistles from whoever was around still, but you were in your own world where just you and Mat existed.

“Happy wife, happy life,” you muse cheekily, earning a breathtaking kiss and laugh from Mat.

a/n: It’s finally here! I hope you all enjoy. I am going to do a separate piece of their wedding night, and I might do a piece or a few small pieces on their honeymoon!

[t4tozier]

eddie and richie who somehow end up living on the same block post-derry, richie in a shitty studio he can barely afford and eddie in a nice two-bedroom that myra insists is perfect for their starter apartment—and there’s even room for their family to grow. they catch each other’s eyes every once in a while, passing each other on the street or going to throw their trash out at the same time. there’s always a nagging feeling in the back of their minds, but they can never quite place it. it’s not until they end up sitting next to each other on the plane to derry that they slowly begin to recognize each other, catching up and quickly chatting like old friends. when they arrive in derry, everyone just assumes they somehow managed to stay together, and bev winks at richie while bill claps eddie on the shoulder. “i never th-thought you’d m-manage it,” he whispers lowly, and eddie blinks.

“manage what?” he asks. bill’s brows furrow.

“to tell r-richie how you f-f-felt,” he tells him. “that you loved him.”

eddie freezes as bill’s words sink in. he looks over at richie, who’s currently laughing with mike about the memory of the rock war, and softens. he didn’t remember yet, but he would. and then richie would finally hear the words that had been aching in eddie’s chest for nearly 30 years.

[stan-the-cinnamon-roll-uris]

Started watching the new Barry episode yesterday night.

Blacked out for 20 Minutes thinking about Eddie's reaction to that last shot of Bill Hader-...

Bon appetite!

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Alright, so maybe Bev feels a little bit bad for laughing as hard as she does.

Really, normally she is good at being sensible if Eddie asks that of her and it shouldn’t be this goddamn funny. On any other day but today really, in any other situation, Bev would just shut it and talk Eddie through it. But not today.

Because as of 10 Minutes ago she watched Eddie lose his mind over 4 seconds of screentime for Richie’s shoulders on TV.

And the thing is she gets it. Richie does have nice shoulders and it’s not like Bev can’t appreciate a nice back in general, especially in a nice suit, but this thing between Eddie and Richie, ever since their return to Derry over a year ago, also has been going on for way too long at this point.

Richie and him keep dancing around each other and because they aren’t able to talk to each other about their feelings like adults, Bev now has Eddie face first lying on her couch.

Because of a pair of shoulders.

There’s no way she won’t tell Stan about this immediately.

“Hey Eddie, say cheese.”

Eddie flips Bev the bird but doesn’t move any further from his face down position on the couch, while mumbling something into the pillow that Bev doesn’t even try to understand as she’s taking the picture. She knows what he’s trying to say, anyway.

“You could just talk to him you know, get to see that nice back up close.”

Just as Bev opens her messenger, Eddie makes her jump back with a yelp by kicking after her with his socked foot.

“Hey! I’m just trying to help.”

Before Eddie can trip her up any further, Bev sends the picture to Stan with a quick caption about how Eddie had to lay down after the new episode, before sitting down on the floor besides Eddie’s head. She starts poking his cheek but doesn’t get any other reaction besides a frustrated groan.

Bev doesn’t hide her laugh at that either “Well, at least you’ve got good taste. Besides Ben, Richie's got the nicest shoulders out of all of you."

Another muffled groan into the pillow “God, they’re so nice!”

The urge to tease Eddie some more almost wins out when her phone starts vibrating with a message from Stan.

Is he ok?

Bev huffs out another laugh at the question, quickly typing in her response

Oh yeah. The 'sexy shoulder shot' (Eddie's words, not mine) at the end just took him out.

A moment later another pair of dots appears on the screen and it takes Bev exactly two seconds to realize how majorly she just screwed up, announcing herself with a startled shriek at her phone which finally gets Eddie to look up with wide eyes.

“What? What happened?!”

“Eddie, I’m so sorry! I thought I was talking to Stan but I accidentally opened the group chat-“

Eddie hurriedly pulls the phone from her hands and throws it back with his own yelp a few seconds later after getting a look at Richie's message at the bottom

Uh sorry but Eddie called it what-

[stan-birdwatcher-uris]

Her voice rings in Stan’s ears causing his brow to furrow before turning to look at her. “It is.” There was a pause as he remembers some of the dreams he’s had of her and the rest of their friends. “Bev?” He says more of a test to see how it felt to actually say her name. “I know there’s a lot I should probably apologize for. Trying not to accept my dreams as memories for one but, there’s something I have to ask.” @drvcxrys​

[kalsiferdraws]

The Deadlights: I'm singing to You

Bill didn't know why Audrie insisted they go to the Deadlights concert together. Sure, Bill was going to go anyways, he always did. He never missed a chance to see his friends play, he was loyal after all. But she insisted that she goes too. Throwing excuses like "I've never been to a concert" and "you go alone all the time". Which he doesn't, he usually goes with the other losers, hanging out in the crowd.

But Bill, is a nice guy. He agrees. He liked making sure others were happy, and Audrie should be included in that. After all, they are... dating? Bill doesn't know if he can call it that. It's mostly her dragging him around, holding his hand, and trying to auck his face off. It made Bill a little uncomfortable. He was never into public displays of affection, especially when it comes to a girl he met at a record store. He was just trying to buy an album to show to Stan later that night, but she somehow convinced him to go out instead.

What's worse, is the other Losers, did not particularly like her. She was too clingy for Eddie, too loud for Mike, too possessive for Beverly, too flirtatious for Richie, she was mean to Ben, and even though Stan put on an act, Bill could see right through it. Stan never explained why he didn't like her, he just didn't. Which, of course, made it hard for Bill to invite and and the losers to things. It was like he was always choosing between them, and he hated it. "Losers stick together" always in the back of his mind, haunting him whenever he was out with Audrie.

But tonight, he didn't have to worry. The Losers were already at the concert when Bill was picking Audrie up. It was the perfect set up, nothing was gonna go wrong. At least so he thought before he saw Audrie's outfit. She had a red bralette, jeans that could technically pass for shorts with how big the holes were in them, chokers and necklaces galore, and red sandal heels. She twirled in the outfit, obviously feeling herself in it. Who was Bill to crush that? He did point out that heels might be a bit uncomfortable, since they'll be sanding the whole night. But she reassured him, she could handle it. "If anything I can sit on your shoulders," she giggled, flipping her deep brown, almost black, hair.

When they finally met up with the other Losers, Bill was more late than he wanted to be. Ben, Beverly, and Eddie were laughing, holding water bottles in their hands and comparing "The Deadlights" merch they were sporting. Beverly had hers so big it could be a dress on her, covering her shorts, and the sleeves ending on her elbows, but didnt show any cleavage. Richie had explained he got the shirt that way, specifically for Beverly to match her style. Ben was wearing his as a sweatshirt. He had lost some weight since they were kids, but he wasn't exactly confident in how he looked yet. Bill and the others tried to praise him for how good he looked, but he probably chalked it up to "being nice". Eddie had his tied up, like a crop top. It looked like he did it quickly though, using one of Beverly's hair ties, meaning his mom most likely didn't know. It showed his tummy, but not much since he always wore his bottoms on his waist.

Eddie was the first to notice Bill and Audrie. Of course he was. His face went from a warm, friendly greeting, to a sour "Why is she here?" expression. He always put his emotions right on his face for everyone to see. It made Bill want to hide in the crowd and wait til the storm was over.

Ben, noticing Eddie's expression, turned to Bill and Audrie. His expression was a bit more hidden. But his eyes kept shifting to the stage as if he was trying to avoid a conflict that Bill didn't get the memo for.

Finally Bev, looking directly at Bill. She crossed her arms, blowing her red curly bangs out of her hair, tilting her head. Bill felt Audrie hold his arm close to her. Bill had explained to her that Beverly didn't have any intentions with him. They had one kiss as kids, but that was it. Now they were just friends, like the rest of the Losers. But with how Beverly was glaring right now, Audie would never believe them.

Before Bill could even explain himself, the stage lights flickered. He knew that meant they were coming on. He sighed in relief as the others turned their attention to the stage. Once the concert was over, he'd part ways, take Audrie home and then curl in his bed, blaring music until the day was over.

Mike walked out first, clapping his drumsticks together and waving at the audience, before climbing up to his drum set and banging it as a warm up greeting. Richie walked out next, but something was off.

Usually when richie came out he would play around with the audience. Fake stoking his bass, yelling into his mic, giving them high fives. He was the hype man of the century. But this time he walked straight to his mic, didn't yell, didn't get the crowd cheer more than they already were. This time he wasnt even holding the bass, but the guitar, something he rarely ever did. He just stood there, eyes on the ground. Even Eddie noticed something was off, from what Bill could tell, as he stopped cheering looking concerned.

Then Stan took the stage. His shoes clipping the stage as he walked, somehow louder than the screaming girls around Bill. His eyes focused on him, almost in shock. He knew that expression, that walk, that flannel. He stared at Stan, confused. Why was he in Stan's flannel? Why did he look so defeated? Angry? Bill rubbed his eyes, thinking he imaged it. But the sight before him didn't change.

Audrie pulled his arm a bit, giggling. "Wow, Stan looks good huh?" She asked, looking at Bill. Bill nodded looking at her, but didn't say anything. When he turned his gaze back to the stage, it was like he and Stan were looking directly at one another. Bill could see every emotion Stan was feeling in his face. At least in his eyes as his mouth formed a teeth filled smile. Bill could hear Stan talking from the mic but couldn't tell what he was saying, almost like Stan was speaking a different language.

When they started playing, Bill felt his heart drop. It was like Stan sung directly to him. He used to, before the Deadlights, before everything. They would sit in Stan's room, just the two of them, and Stan would sing to him. He was like an angel then, soft lyrics, soft guitar notes only harmonizing with him, his brown eyes locked on Bill's. It made his heart flutter and beat like a hummingbird was trapped in his rib cage. But now, it felt like daggers trying to piece him.

They lyrics were full of pain and emotion. His eyes filling with tears, his grip on the mic so tight the white of his knuckles was obvious. Bill wanted to rush the stage, hold Stan and clobber whoever made Stan feel this way. He looked to Richie, trying to get a clue of what was going on. But richie showed an angry expression, he didn't sing, he just played the guitar, eyes glaring at Bill. Why was he glaring so much at him?

Oh.

[beskar33]

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[thecrimsondandelion]

Richie is basically climbing the fucking walls. He’s got half his wardrobe pulled out and scattered over his bed, a mountain of florals, tacky t-shirts, and the few new suits he’s collected thanks to a certain Miss Beverly Marsh.

He’s never had this much trouble trying to pick an outfit in his entire life. Not at prom, or at any award show he somehow managed to get an invite to. He’s gone on talk shows with a ‘MILF: Man I Love Fishing.’ t-shirt he found at Goodwill.

“I just don’t see what the big deal is.”

“Did you not hear me before? That me and Eddie are going on a date? Edward fucking Kaspbrak, love of my life since we were kids, know him?”

“How many times have you guys gone out together since he moved in with you? If I have to see another Instagram post where you both argue in the comment section like some weird mix of horny teens and an old married couple, I’m going to go crazy.”

“That’s different!” Richie whines, throwing himself back onto the heap of clothes on his bed, “Those weren’t dates, not like, officially.” They’d decided to take it slow and date first after a semi-heated kiss at the Benverly’s (as Richie lovingly called them, like the teen girl he was put into the body of a hairy middle-aged man) cabin, after a tipsy love confession. A love confession that Richie absolutely did not reply to with ‘That is so fucking neat.’ They’d gone out together plenty, but they both agreed to date like normal people would, like they might have done when they were younger if their lives hadn't been fucked up by the killer-clown-from-Outerspace.

“You sound so lame right now. I hope you know that.” Despite the comment, the layer of fondness was clear in Stan’s tone.

Richie pouts, mumbles a petty little, “No, you.” back.

“Anyway, back to the point. What the fuck am I going to wear?”

“You’re talking to the wrong Loser.”

“You’re so right, I don’t wanna turn up dressed like you, Grandpa. I’ll call Bev.” He pauses, pulls at a piece of skin on his lip with his teeth, trying to soothe his racing heart.

“Hey. You’re gonna be fine, Rich. And if Eddie breaks your heart, I’ll break his entire body, okay?” And fuck does that make Richie tear up a little, after all these years, even 27 of them apart, Stan was still particularly protective of him. Even against another of his best friends. His low self esteem appreciated the safety net of knowing that when if Eddie ever just got fed up with him, Stan would be there on his side. “Not that he’s going to. He’s just as stupid and in love as you are.”

“Aw, Staniel. You big ole softie... Thanks, man. Tell Pats I’m asking for her, yeah?” With that he hangs up.

For a moment Richie feels calm again. Until he looks at the mountain of clothes dumped out onto his bed. Fuck.

Bev answers on the second ring, “Hey, Honey! How’re-”

“Eddie and I are going on a date, what the fuck do I wear, Bev?”

She vetoes most of his wardrobe, Ben shows up for moral support too, like the angel sent from Heaven that he is. The thing is though, Richie feels pretty fucking awful leaving the house without his garish shirts – they're his armour. He can wear something fucking horrendous and it distracts away from everything that is him.

Miss Beverly Marsh knows this, and she simply won’t stand for it.

In the end he’s wearing a nice pair of black jeans, cuffed to show off the bright pink Monty Python socks that had been Okay'd so he could have at least one comfort item. And another compromise, a navy shirt with a subtle floral print. It doesn’t scream ‘Weird Al meets the Muppets.’ but it’s enough that it doesn’t make Richie feel stuffy and unlike himself.

“Lookin’ sharp, Richie!” Fucking Ben, so earnest and nice, Beverly coos at his side in agreement, giving a whistle as he’s forced to give them a turn. He’s not used to that kind of attention; he can feel his face heat up and the way his too-tall body wants to shrink in on itself.

“Have a good night, Sweetie! Remember to use protect-”

Richie cuts her off with a shout, suddenly feeling like a teenager being embarrassed by their parents before a first date, “Oh my god, Bev. Shut up.” She cackles good-naturedly at him, while Ben holds back a smirk.

The call ends and he feels sort of bad that Bill and Mike were left out of his crisis, so he shoots them a text: ‘Got a date with Eddie, literally going to die. See you in hell Billiam. I’ll miss you when you’re chilling up in heaven Mikey.’

He can only let himself be distracted by the other Losers for so long, and how fun it was to have his battle with Bill. But it’s creeping closer and closer to 6pm, he knows that he and Eddie will have to leave soon to make it to their reservation. So, he rubs his sweaty palms against the thighs of his jeans, sniffs his pits to make sure he still smells good, and pushes himself out to go knock on Eddie’s bedroom door – which he couldn’t help but achingly hope would become the guest bedroom again in the nearby future.

And isn’t Eddie just a fucking sight for sore eyes, his hair isn’t gelled back to oblivion, so it looks so soft, it curls around his face prettily. Makes Eddie look younger. He’s dressed up in clothes that cost more than Richie has ever spent on anything for himself, fucking Gucci loafers and everything. He looks hot as fuck, and he smells sweet and earthy.

Eddie also has the most shit-eating grin. “I hear you were having some trouble.”

“What? Which one of those assholes told you?” Richie would, in future, deny how whiny he sounded whenever Eddie brings it up to the Losers, when he brings it up at their wedding.

“Rich.” Eddie has the cutest, most devious fucking look on his face. Richie’s cheeks burn as his face is gently held between Eddie’s hands, he can feel the callouses from Eddie’s car endeavors, he can smell the cologne on Eddie’s wrist. “I could hear you, I’m across the fucking hall and you speak like you have a built in megaphone.” And Jesus God Damn Christ, Eddie says it like it’s a compliment, like it's something he adores about him.

Richie turns his face to hide it in the palm of one of Eddie’s hands and, again, whines. The part of him that overthinks, that hates every move he makes, tells him that he’s already fucked up. That Eddie is going to realize that he’s an idiot, that he’s a dork and completely and utterly out of Eddie’s league. As if Eddie isn’t the type to say, ‘See you later alligator.’ or ‘Okay-dokey.’ in a serious conversation.

“C’mon, we’ve got reservations and I’m starving my ass off.”

Richie makes a great effort Not to make a comment on how much of a tragedy that would be, because he really does love that little fucker’s ass.

He does let himself show a little vulnerability, “You still wanna go?”

Eddie cocks his head to the side and gives him the sweetest little smile, catches one of Richie’s hands in his own and gives it a squeeze, “Fuck yeah. You look too good not to, Trashmouth.”

[greenpidge101]

Loser’s Club as quotes pt ? (online friends edition!!!)

Bill: At my wedding, we will do the bouquet throwing thing but whomever catches it has to fist fight me and if they win, they get to marry my partner instead. If I win, I get to not be the one in the hospital

Richie: this will forever be my name now “Richie the twink enjoyer”

Mike: I’m passionate about it too, I’m just also in a silly goofy mood

Bev: Had a dream about Eddie…. no one is safe

Stan: i don’t remember Rio having people in the movie, i just remember the birds

Eddie: just accidentally told my mom to “shut up bitch”. This is the end for me, it was nice knowing y’all.

Ben: *after being told it’s soda not pop* Shut up bitch……….. Sorry, I got defensive for a sec.

[incorrect-losers]

Richie: Tom!

Richie *to Bev*: Hey you still work with this guy?

Bev: Nope

Richie: *throws an iced latte at Tom*

Richie: It’s soy!

Richie: Nice seeing ya Tom