#she wasn’t reddie for it

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Hiya again! So could I request a Jaeden Martell x reader where she’s never kissed anyone, and they ending up talking about it and Jaeden “helps” (he has a crush on her so he figures this is the best way to act on it lol) ? Like he ends up being her first kiss. You could make it fluffy or smutty in the end depending on what you want, though I’d prefer it smutty hehe; Hugs!

A/n: Yeah of course bb thank you so much for requesting, sorry if this is too long

📸Lights! Camera! Annnnd…Kiss! 📸

Jaeden Martell x fem!reader

!Smut!

A/n: Just wanted to say that they are 18+ there Jaeden’s actual age rn their in there 20s

Today felt to long and to stressful you loved the role you had, playing a love interest with Jaeden (your best friend) but there was only one problem, you’ve never kissed someone before and you and Jaeden had a intimate scene so you were really nervous to screw it up and it’s been weighing heavily on you and Jaeden could see that so once you got back to the hotel he wanted to talk to you, once the day was over and you got back to the hotel you were staying at while filming you went to your room and your room was next to Jaeden’s

You get into your hotel room and take a shower washing today’s stress away and the troubles and worries while working, after the shower feeling more relaxed and refreshed you change into your Pj’s, finally getting into bed trying not to worry too much much about about having to kiss Jaeden you’ve been friends for six years ever since IT chapter two came out, you played as Richie and Eddie’s kid (Reddie shipper) and you got to meet the cast and you never felt more welcomed. You and Jaeden clicked instantly, everyone on set shipped you two together but even though you two were friends it doesn’t mean you don’t have feeling for each you two would flirt jokingly (but sometimes it wasn’t) you would sometimes hold hands in public but nothing more but you always thought what it would be like to be in a relationship with him-- you were pulled out of your thoughts as you hear you phone ding, it’s Jaeden

Jaeden <3

Hey y/n are you busy?

Y/n :)

Nope just showered, what’s up?

Jaeden <3

I was wondering if I could come over so we could practice are lines

Y/n :)

Um…yeah I think that’s a good idea

Jaeden <3

Okay I’ll be there in a minute I’ll grab some snacks, iced tea and doritos?

Y/n :)

Yes pleassse thank you love

Jaeden <3 liked your message

After two minutes there’s a knock on the door and you know it’s Jaeden “It’s unlocked, you can come in” and you could see Jaeden handsome face in grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt “Hey handsome” you beam him a lovely smile “Heya beautiful” you always loved the nickname you gave each other it was just something you would always say to each other and it stuck then you ask Jaeden ��So you want to practice our lines?” “Yeah I thought we could practice our lines and get a feel for the up coming scene” he explained but you feel just a little bit warry about the up coming scene cause that’s the BIG scene, the kiss scene.

“Uhh sure okay, sooo do you also want to play out the scene as well” you asked him wanting to know so you could talk to him about the kiss

“Yeah for sure so then we could get a feel of everything” he added

“Okay um I know this is really awkward but… ihaventkissedanyonebeforeandidontwantthekissoncameratobereallyawkward” you spoke really fast hoping he wouldn’t fully hear you.

“Y/n it’s okay, seriously it’s okay, I can help you if you would like ” he mumbled the last part

“Seriously? You’d do that for me” you asked him feeling the warmth flow into your cheeks

“I mean yeah I’d do anything for you y/n your the best person ever in the universe of course I’d do any--” before he could say anything else you cut him off by scooting closer to him and placing your hands on both of his cheeks, both of you lean forward finally feeling his lips on yours all,you can feel is the plumpness of his lips and his soft skin beneath your finger tips and after what it felt like hours the two of you pull away to catch your breath.

“Holy shit” Jaeden said and you think you did somethings wrong “What?” You laugh nervously

“Nothing just umm are you sure that was your first kiss cause that was fuckin amazing” he said with a small laugh and you feel yourself relax “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for” you said in a quite tone.

“Yeah me too…y/n I’ve like you for a long time and I get it if you don’t like me back and you just wanted to have your first kiss it’s fine but I just want you to know, I really really like you” he finished speaking and sighed

You were shocked he even said that “Jaeden I don’t think you understand how much I like you, I’ve liked you since the day I met you, you are so kind, you are so so talented for a younger actor, you are one of the funniest people I know, and you’re so handsome--” he then cuts you off by placing his hands on your waist and placing his lips on yours.

You gasp taken by surprise that Jaeden was kissing you again so he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in (I’m cringing) and you moan, then he starts kissing down your neck sucking hickeys “Don’t leave too many marks dumbass”

Just then he sucks your sweet spot and you throw your head back, “Do you want this” he ask cautiously “Yes more than anything” then his hands go down to the hem of your shirt and takes it off leaving you in your bra and sleeping shorts

Jaeden tilts his head back with a groan and smiles “Fuck y/n you’re beautiful your killing me” and he leans forward pulling you closer, continuing to kiss your neck while his hands go to the clasps of your bra and takes it off “Oh fuck” you whined,

Then you sit on his lap with his hands resting in your waist and your hands around his neck and sighing and accepting the warmth he offered enveloping your body

You start moving your hips back and forth and he groans “fuck y/n” and he leans forward and sucks your left boob in his mouth and you let out a moan “oh my fucking god holy shit” you whined “yeah? You like that?” Jaeden said as he pulled away and looked at the hickeys on your tits and you chuckle and kiss him.

your hands reach the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head and throw it to the floor and kiss down his chin and down his neck while your kissing he groans as you start palming his through his sweatpants and he whines and he lifts you up and tries to pull off your shorts but fails and you laugh “oh Jaeden baby that was sad” and you continued laughing so he flips you over and you let out a squeal and he lifts up your hips and pulls them down and you stop laughing “haha I did it who’s laughing now” and you both look at each other and let out some giggles, he lays you down on the bed and he kisses down your chin to you neck down your collarbone to your stomach and stopped by your underwear looking up at you for permission and you nod your head and he pulls them down very slowly “Jae stop teasing” you whined and he dived in, Jaeden licks a stripe through your folds, sending shivers sound your spine. His mouth attacks your heat, his tongue working wonders.

Jaeden is like a starved man, feeding on anything and everything he can get his hands on. Feasting upon you and the pad of his pointer finger came into contact with your slit. he took one finger and pushed it inside you till he was knuckle deep in, a large moan falling off of your tongue, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. His finger sped up, soon being joined with another one that slipped in with ease you can feel the coil in your stomach about to snap you grind your pussy on his face, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. "Jaeden, s-shit." Your eyes screw shut as you cum on his face; pleasure coursing through your system as your pussy clamps down around his thick fingers.Jaeden works you through your orgasm, waiting until you're fully unwound the pleasure is so overwhelming you start to feel overstimulated pulling on his hair “Jaeden” you whined but he’s so pussy drunk you can start to feel a second orgasm coming and you moaned “oh my god Jae” you can feel the coil burning and burning ready to snap “fuck your so tight your squeezing the shit out of my fingers there about to slide out” he groan in your pussy and the vibrations add to the pleasure “fuck I-I’m gonna c-c-cum oh my god” and you come all over his fingers again “holy shit thank you, thank you baby” and he lolled you through it then you get really overstimulated “Jaeden to much it’s t-too much” after coming down from your high you look down at the boy between your legs and he’s got a grin on his face. “You did so good for me baby.” he says and removes his fingers from your overstimulated pussy licking them clean “thank you baby” you said

The you play with his hair feeling the silky silt hair between your fingers scratching his scalp he lets out a low moan “god that feels good” and he kiss up your stomach to your boobs lightly kiss each one “so pretty for me” he hums deeply “what did I do to deserve such a beautiful girl huh?.” He questions and continues kissing up to your neck to your chin and finally kissing your lips then kisses to your jaw and you whisper in his ear “please fuck me”

“Okay but you have to be quite” he mumbled out while continuing to kiss all over your face but then he gets up to take off his pants and to grab a condom and you whine at the lost of contact and he copy’s your whine “do you want to have a child?” You shake your head no “didn’t think so” he said in a sassy tone and you laugh as he got back on the bed and you snatch the condom from his hand and tear it open and roll it onto him and he groans “fuck sakes baby” and you kiss the tip and lay back down he reaches down and grabs his dick and and slaps it against your pussy and you moan at the amazing feeling “baby please fuck me”he pushes the tip inside you, the stretch making you sigh with pleasure, you whined and he slides into you and you let out the highest pitch moan “oh my god oh my god fuck me” he grabs your hips with a tight squeeze

“Relax, baby,” he says, his voice mocking as he thrusts into you ever so slowly, inch by glorious inch You’re unable to speak, lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure as he fucks you, the head of his cock hitting against your sweet spot with every thrust. He's also mesmerized by your tits and how much they bounce as he fucks you. You love how perfectly he fills you, you love it when he fucks you, you never want this to end

“oh god baby I’m close” you said “me too babe” You squeeze around him, whining, feeling his thumb rubbing against your clit, the sensation sending you hurtling toward your third orgasm of the night, barely able to stop yourself from screaming his name. “Fuck” his voice cracked a little and you moaned your back arches into him, and Jaeden buckles down, chasing his nearing high. You’re just about to tell him you can’t take it anymore when he cums, spilling into the condom.

His brows furrowing and his mouth agape. He lets out the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard, you never want it to end he pumps a few more times, riding out his high. “Oh, fuck.” He whispers, he stays inside of you and you could feel him get soft, he fell down onto your chest the both of you breathing heavily skin sweaty and skin sticky.

Jaeden gets up from the bed, he quickly discards the condoms and pulls his boxers on and want in the en suite and grabbed a damp cloth and came back to clean you up and while he was In the bathroom you already put a shirt on it was one of walkers and it was your favourite t-shirt he sat on the bed and cleaned you up then helped you put on a pair of underwear and got into bed and laid your head on his chest while he stroked your hair “I love you so much y/n l/n” “I love you too Jaeden Martell my beautiful boy” you move your head up and kiss him then you turn on the tv and watch the office you give him one last peck on the lips and put your head his chest “I’m really happy this happened” you said quietly “Me too it was lovely” he said and kissed you on the head “good night Jae” “Good night y/n while talk in the morning” “okay”

Then you both fall asleep into a blissful and peaceful slumber.

The End

[striderepiphany]

My favorite reddie fics masterpost

I have an absolutely insane number of reddie fics saved in my bookmarks for how recently I joined this fandom so I decided to share my absolute favorites with you. Please give these authors some love and let me know which ones are you've read and enjoyed!

the year of the goat and your kid back by derryfacts2

1 chapter, 14,838 words, No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: The day you get the most important email of your life, there’s a new black skidmark on the wall of the stairwell, and you know exactly whose fault it is. “Margaret,” you intone to the harried, wild-haired woman in the lobby. She sighs at you as she tries to jimmy her mail key loose. “I know.” It wouldn’t even be that bad if the kid would just skateboard outside. Or get good at skateboarding. Either of those things. Maggie’s a nice lady, though, and she’s had “trying my best” scribbled all over her since they moved into 6B maybe eight years ago. So you try not to be a dick, even if her son is a gold-standard pain in the ass. He’s good for three things: smells, noise, and reminding you how big Eddie must be by now.

The first It fic I read that made me go "holy shit, this is fantastic" and remains one of my all-timers (hence why its first in this list). Really fun and unique outsider POV from Eddie's estranged gay dad, and tells a very sweet story mostly through dialogue. Young adult Eddie and Richie are very cute.

i think the clock is slow by derryfacts2 (again)

3 chapters, 15,815 words, No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: So there was that reason that work wasn’t boring, too. There was Richie’s soppy campaign of making cow eyes at the back of Eddie’s head as he passed, gently pressing Betty for details about his personal life (“I don’t think he has one. He had this awful fiancé a few years ago, but we’re all glad that’s over”), and chasing the incomparable high of a quiet, muttered “Thanks, Rich” whenever Richie picks something up for him from the copier.

Richie is a wannabe stand-up comic daylighting as the receptionist at Eddie's office. Eddie is a tightly-wound corporate asshole. They are both disasters. Or: five times Richie watched Eddie and one that Eddie watched him back.

I really enjoy workplace dramas and this one satisfied the itch so well. So many good scenes and dialogue, this author characterizes them in a way that really works for me. The perfect read-in-an-afternoon fic.

listen to my heart (can you hear it sing?) by vampirerising

12 chapters, 137,708 words, Major Character Death. Summary: "You need to wake up now,” Stan says softly. “This isn’t real.”

“I know, but I can’t,” Richie sobs. “I don’t want to be here.” Not again. Never again. It is dead, why is It still haunting him?

Stan fixes him with one of those looks of his, the one where he can see his every thought as if it were written on his face. “That’s not true, Trashmouth.”

Alternatively: We all know Richie gets caught in the Deadlights, but do we really know what happens after?

(Deadlights, timelines, Stan’s ghostly meddling—oh, my.)

This one is fucking weird in a way that I absolutely adore. Kind of like a sci-fi novel in that it requires you to pay attention to figure out what the fuck is going on but its so good and worth it. The MCD is Stan, not Eddie, and the last couple chapters are actually a very normal domestic Eddie lives AU. One of the first reddie artworks I made was fanart for a scene from this fic that I really enjoy.

a strange sense of familiarity by Katranga

21 chapters, 103,571 words, No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: "So Eddie, what brings you to the bar tonight?" Richie asked. "Gonna rebound from the divorce? Pick up a hot young twenty-something to feel young again?” “Fuck you,” Eddie said, jutting his chin forward. “What a terrible way to ruin the mood.” “I’m sorry, all my moods are poorly cultivated. What mood were you looking for?” A nervous lump grew in Eddie's throat. He threw back his drink to get rid of it.

Hand wrapped around the glass he’d just slammed back onto the bar, he said, “The mood that gets me leaving with a schlubby forty-something.”

Pre-chapter two, Eddie and Richie meet and don't remember each other, but have an instant connection anyway...

This one is just... so fucking good. Decently long without ever feeling like it's dragging. Part 1 is them developing their totally-casual-I-swear relationship, which blows up right when Mike calls them back to Derry. Part 2 is them navigating both killing a nightmare clown demon and the awkwardness between them. Also everybody lives! So that's nice.

change partners by avacadomoon (with podfic available)

1 chapter, 30,453 words, No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: "Rich," Eddie says heavily. Meaningfully, and Richie holds his breath, both afraid and hopeful that Eddie is about to say something really sappy, like I always knew and it didn't matter to me, or you know I support you no matter what. Eddie takes a deep breath before he speaks, and Richie closes his eyes, braced for it. "I didn't look at your dick pics."

"Well hey, Eds, thanks," Richie says, laughing incredulously. "Thanks for that."

I LOVE THIS ONE SOOO FUCKING MUCH. I urge you to consider this as a rec for this author as well, as they have a bunch of other reddie fics I think are fantastic. I have a weakness for any reddie fic that lets them be just a little mean to each other. As a treat. (Also the podfic is very well done, you should check that out too.)

check raise by avacodomoon

1 chapter, 15,061 words, No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: "Eddie, not a fan of stand up comedy, not a fan of his beer," Rich says, leaning back on one elbow and squinting at him, like he's lining him up in a camera lens frame, "but what is he doing drinking alone?"

"I was alone, and now I'm not," Eddie says. "Some prick sat down next to me and started yapping."

"Ah, unpleasant to talk to," Rich concludes. "Explains a lot."

I know I meant the last rec as a blanket rec for all this author's works but I'm including this one specifically because it has a twist ending that is well-foreshadowed and it slapped my dick clean off.

Things that Happen after Eddie Lives by IfItHollers

11 chapters, 107,947 words, Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings. Summary: In a world where Richie manages to save Eddie from It after the deadlights, they still have problems on their to-do list. Featuring everything from Derry to Los Angeles—Richie Tozier's murder trial, Eddie Kaspbrak's divorce proceedings, bedsharing of the platonic and non-platonic varieties, an investigation of magic, a truly disgusting séance, the quintessential morosexual road trip, and OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES.

Definitely NOT your average Eddie lives AU. Drama! Mild peril! Psychic abilities! The ghost of Stanley Uris collect calling from beyond the grave via Richie Tozier's vocal chords! Fun and freaky and weird. Three things that make any fic a Josh favorite.

I'm going to stop there because I'm sleepy but let me know if you want more! Like I said I've got like 70 of these lovingly tucked in my bookmarks and I'm happy to share with the class.

[dracocheesecake]

FRICK IT HERE'S A (very rough) WIP OF REDDIE AND DOSHIKA'S MEET CUTE:

“Are you sure you contacted a guide?” Gen asked for what felt like the hundredth time, if you asked Hailey; he couldn’t help but think that Eva wouldn’t have whined like this if she were here, and then immediately felt guilty for it; After all, she wasn’t used to rough living, and hadn’t actually complained all that much.

“Sure as the Rings, little bayrie,” Huxley said, cheery as always. “The signal was set and a meeting was arranged. We just need to wait.” 

“To be fair to the youngins, patience is hard when you’re standing half-frozen at the top of a mountain. But at least they have their fiery spirits to keep them warm. Us older folk just have to make do with patience and coats.” He chuckled. 

Hailey rolled his eyes. “Like you have so much experience in mountain climbing. How are you holding up, Redimus? You’ve been quiet. Or did the frost freeze your beak shut?” 

The one-eyed dorcean had only joined them because he had craved a change of scenery, and Huxley had convinced him that the Blieks were as big a change from Lacus as he could get; that, and his extra muscle and his own experience as a former member of the royal beamguide crew could be handy. He was sitting in the snow, a little distant from the others, with his many limbs folded under himself for warmth. His one good eye blinked, as if he had been in some sort of trance, and he turned his head to regard Hailey. Gen was tucked against his hairy side for the warmth his large form provided, shaking. 

“Eet iz fine,” Redimus said. “Nuzzing dat cannot be endured. But where iz dis guide?” 

Hailey shrugged. “That’s what we all want to know right now. I mean, the message said they would be here when we got here, but-” 

Suddenly, Redimus’ head shot up. His one eye was focused on a spot about a meter away. Everyone paused. Then something moved under the snow. Something big. 

Huxley backed away, and Gen tucked herself tighter against Redimus’ side. Hailey moved closer to his grandfather, grabbing his arm in case he needed to pull him to safety. His heart raced.

“...You don’t think there could be sand-snipers up here, do you?” He whispered.

Redimus answered. “No. Dat iz not a-”

Then something emerged from the snow, though it was hard to tell at first- it was more like its large, hulking shape had become more definite, as if it had been a part of the frozen landscape all along. It shook itself, and snow fell off of a glittering white hide, like a polar bear’s. Multiple thick, bulky limbs unfolded, supporting a large form not unlike Redimus’ in general shape. Two large yellow eyes blinked out the frost, and regarded them all. 

“I apologize,” the giant dorcean said, “I waited here zince I got yoor zignal. Znow fell in meantime.” 

In appearance, she eerily reminded Hailey of holoprojections he had once seen of snowy owls; but she was hundreds of times bigger, covered in white fur instead of feathers, with black spots on her broad back and multiple powerful limbs, rather than wings.She had to weigh at least a thousand pounds- at minimum. The framework of her bones could have supported the skyscrapers of ancient yore. Her sickle claws, the ends of which he could see projecting from under the thick fur, were as black as her beak; extending from the corners of this were black markings that made it seem as if she were always giving the world a permanent, sadistic smile that only a serial killer could have, though the yellow and black eyes were austere. 

Hailey took a soft breath inwards and stepped closer to his grandfather. Van Turner put a hand on his shoulder, supporting him. Hailey leaned towards him, keeping his voice low:

“...Um…remember ‘blues are nice, grays are mean'?”  

Van Turner nodded. His eyes didn't leave the hulking tower of a beast before them. Even Redimus seemed cowed by its presence. He raised his brows. 

“Yep. ‘And the beautiful ones are something else in between’. And what we have here is quite a beauty.” 

Hailey glanced at him. “So…?” 

Van Turner chuckled and patted his shoulder. “Wait and see.” And he winked. 

The giant white Dorcean then made a rumbling noise, and spoke again. She- they knew it was a she, because her voice, though deeper even than Redimus’, was undoubtedly female, and had a slow smoothness that was pleasant to listen to. Her accent, though, was slightly different than the variety they had grown used to. 

“I,” she said, her voice as clear as ice, “am Dozheeka. I am too be yoor guide throogh deeze mountainz.” 

The female Dorcean swept her gaze casually over all of them, possibly counting how many she had to look after- but then it landed on Redimus, and stayed there. She bristled, silent. Then she straightened herself, standing suddenly even taller, looming over him. Her neck arched, and there came from somewhere deep in her chest- a loud, low, continuous growling. 

Redimus’ eye had dilated until it seemed all black, an inky orb surrounded by a thin ring of yellow. He lowered his neck and lowered himself, but his eye remained on her, staring straight into hers. He, too, echoed her growling, but at a different register. 

A silent pause laid heavy over them all, concealing a pregnant tension ready to pounce. The female took a step forward, in Redimus’ direction. Redimus growled louder. 

“Um, hello?” Gen said, nervousness shaking her voice,  “we’re still here.”

The Dorcean whipped her head towards her, and then blinked a few times, relaxing and shaking herself. “Ah. I'm zorry. I had forgotten yoo,” she said. 

Redimus visibly relaxed himself, though his eye remained glued to her. 

“So you're the Range Guard here?” Huxley asked, stepping right up to her. The white Dorcean nodded. 

“I waz firzt too get yoor zignal. Yoo are my azzignment. Now, tell me where yoo plan to go, and I can zee if eet iz pozzible.” 

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For the Drabble/doodle prompt:

Fem!Reddie But I’m a Cheerleader AU

ohhhh babey hell yeah

me and @haaawaiianshirt actually discussed this au like a million years ago but I genuinely can't remember who was who, so after like a full forty five minutes of staring at a wall, thinking about Them, I reengineered it to make eddie megan... except she still gets to be a little butch

ficlet below cut:

i haven't written these babies in so long so I sincerely apologize if im rusty but have some Eddie-specific, non-canon scene, but i'm a cheerleader vibes:

Eddie… didn’t quite see it working out like this.

Which to be perfectly fair, isn’t, like out of the picture. The past almost two months have been exclusively didn’t quite see it working out like this. 

Being accused of lesbianism, being sent to conversion therapy, and, goddamnit, especially not the accusation being right.

But when she’d been sitting outside the office, panic coursing through her nervous system, waiting, Eddie had genuinely thought that she was going to lie. She was fully prepared to pretend she was straight, to say that none of it had ever happened. That she’d never loved Richie Tozier and she was so, horribly, incredibly excited to graduate into a dull, mind-numbingly pink life of heterosexuality.

Richie was going to look at her with huge, betrayed eyes. Richie was going to get kicked out. She’d already carved out a place in her brain for the guilt.

Eddie was a good girl, Eddie was a catholic girl, Eddie was her mother’s perfect daughter, Eddie was a fucking cheerleader. Richie was the brave, snarky, proud-to-be-a-dyke one, not her.

But for some fucking reason, staring her mother down as tears and snot dripped down her face, demanding she reconsider, while Robert fucking Gray in neat little blue suit grinned at her and told her she could have a second chance, she couldn’t do it. Fuck that, she’d thought, considering a life of boyfriends and a raised ranch in the suburbs and two and a half kids, Fuck that.

Richie had said she was braver than she fucking thought that night, her hand slid under her skirt in the back of the Cocksucker, her voice all soft and smiley and genuine. She hadn’t really realized that she’d meant it comparatively. That Eddie was brave because Richie wasn’t.

Maybe that wasn’t fair. Eddie just… doesn’t know how to feel fair right now. 

She was supposed to leave with her and she hadn’t.

(The spot in her head she’d reserved for betraying-Richie guilt has been instead taken up with the image of Richie herself, pale and crying and more quiet than she’d ever seen her be, mouthing silent ‘I’m so sorry’s. With the words, ‘It’s been decided, then. Richie will do the simulation with Connor. Edith, you can go.’)

Adrien and Don had told her to take her time with the whole thing. Stan had rolled their eyes and told her that she’d get over it. She doesn’t think either of them are fucking right.

Not when she’s so fucking mad and confused, and every time she closes her eyes she pictures Conner fucking Bowers, sleazy, gay Conner Bowers, simulating sex that she knows Richie doesn’t want to have. 

She stares hard at the ceiling of her new bedroom. It’s smaller than her one at home, the walls painted a bright, angry red, and self-help books and dyke memoirs and magazines she knows you can’t buy in the grocery stores unsubtly sitting on the bedside table. 

It’s a weird, hands off sort of acceptance she’s not used to. And it’s better than her Mother’s cloying need to have control, but it almost makes her uncomfortable.

She doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing, in general and as a fucking lesbian and… god, maybe it’s selfish but she almost wishes Richie were here just so she could tell her the steps. 

Richie was the same age as her, sure, but she had more experience with this whole thing. She’d kissed girls, she knew what fucking… scissoring meant, she was good at it, she had the fucking training hours and everything that Eddie specifically lacked. 

(Though, she realizes, maybe that's the difference.

Richie knew. Richie came into this whole thing well aware she was a lesbian. From what she’d whispered, hidden in the dark corners of New Horizons, when they’d stopped making out just long enough to talk, it’d been one of the openly apparent things everyone around her knew and hated since she was thirteen. 

All her sex talk and bold sexuality shit that Eddie’d been so intimidated by at first, that she kind of longs for now, was just a defense mechanism that could be easily broken down and manipulated. 

Eddie… had honestly just never considered the idea before her mom sent her away.

Having sex with Conner would have grossed her out before, probably. She’d never even wanted to kiss Myran when they were dating, and now that she knew why, she wasn’t about to back down.

Somehow, Richie having more time to figure everything out made it even more complicated.

Christ, it’s not like any of this shit feels simple for Eddie, though.)

Without thinking about it she kicks herself off her bed and slams into the bathroom. 

‘Sweetheart, don’t worry about being a perfect lesbian,’ Adrian had soothed when she’d shown up, crying with suitcases, ‘Just worry about being yourself.’

It’d probably been good advice. If she’d known who the fuck she was.

She knew she was a cheerleader, that one had just been a fact.

She knew she was a lesbian, she’d figured that one out fast and then let it sink it incredibly slowly. 

She knew she was angry and she knew she was sad, and she knew that Richie might have had a point about her being brave. And that one had been after doing something impulsive and maybe stupid. 

She doesn’t really have time to recreate the first two, slowly burned life changes, but she can probably do the impulsive stupid one again. 

The least she could do was try, she thinks, digging in one of the drawers under the sink until she finds what she’s looking for. 

Her hair falls in clumps as she hacks at it with dull, bathroom cabinet scissors, uneven and probably ugly and she’s gonna have to get someone to fix it. Suddenly, though, she doesn’t think she gives a shit. 

She wonders if it’s a cliche, a dyke with short hair. She’s not necessarily sure she cares any more. Her head feels lighter than it ever has. 

She wonders why the fuck she hadn’t done this earlier, short hair would be so much easier for cheer than a fucking hair-sprayed stiff blow out. 

She wonders if Richie would like it. 

Richie. 

Fuck.

(Mother fucker… well, impulsive and stupid worked twice, right?)

She slams into Stan’s bedroom, the sudden plan shaking its way out of her skin too hard to take anything slow. They blink up from their book and look her over, cocking an eyebrow, “Nice hair.”

“Thank you,” She grins, feeling hot all over and shaky and kind of like she’s gonna pass out. Just, in a good way, somehow, “Wanna go crash the graduation tomorrow?”

[sunflowersand-bees]

Random thought, but:

I think out of Reddie, Eddie would be the jealous one.

Richie would get jealous, mostly protective, if he knew that Eddie wasn’t interested or if Eddie looked uncomfortable around a girl. He would probably intervene and be bitchy for the rest of the day. But, if he thought Eddie was showing an interest in a girl and she was reciprocating, I think he would get depressed. He might sulk a little, but it would mostly lead him to be upset and probably get emo about gay people in the 80s.

But Eddie? Firstly, I think he’d be the last one to realize his feelings (out of everyone in the Losers really). He’d get spitting mad anytime Richie got asked out or anytime Richie would flirt with anyone who wasn’t him. I don’t even think he’d really understand why. (Also Richie would call him a chihuahua every time he did him.) ((Eddie threatened to stop doing it if Richie called him a chihuahua.)) (((Neither of them stopped.)))

[fireylesbianhell]

i’m having thoughts about my boy

sorry newsies moots but it’s solace time baby

• William Andrew Solace was born in Texas but has tempratlily lived in and been too; New Mexico, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Nevada, California, Washington, New York, and later on in life Massachusetts and Maine. The only states he vividly remembers when he was young was New Mexico and Nevada, as they spent the longest time there besides Texas.

• Will left to camp when his mother stopped in new york and a monster attack very close to camp happened and the nearest satyr recognized him as a half-blood, dragging him with the other demigods (i headcannon one of them was Drew And that’s how those two met) and was introduced. He found his mother again and was able to stay there after some plot stuff i will flesh…later.

• cat person he is such a cat person he’s a golden retriever boy yes but he’s a cat person i’m sorry i’m right i am i know him he told me

• Will did get bullied when he went to a public school for a short time in new Mexico for being/acting “Gay” and it stuck with him a bit as he was worried what camp half blood would be like. but the camp was very friendly and he adapted fairly quickly after his siblings supported his coming out

• Will is Bi to me, and i feel he figured out fairly easily. Naomi wasn’t as religious as her parents and her traveling gave her a wider world veiw, so she wasn’t exactly homophobic but didn’t really let will know gay people existed. he kinda just got context clues along the way.

• Will came out to naomi when he was 14 and she accepted him, after some suprise and tears. it was confusing for both of them but she wasn’t angry.

• Will goes though whipped cream like a maniac. he puts it on everything. everything. i don’t know where i got this headcannon from but it’s mine now it’s my baby his favorite dessert is literally just reddi whip striaght into his mouth and nico is always absoloutley horrified whenever he finds his boyfriend straight up drinking reddi whip out of the fridge after a late night at the hospital wing.

• WORKAHOLIC!! BIGGEST WORKAHOLIC!!! EVER!!! does NOT take breaks does NOT talk about his own feelings. major case of therapist friend with no therapy

• Nico summons skeletons to help will with studying sometimes, hey, it’s better than a textbook

• Due to all the Shit He’s Seen, will isn’t really freaked out by nico or macabre at all. as to contrast, nico hates medical stuff and finds it kinda freaky

• Will has a very Work for what you get attitude and seeing his mother scrape by and work herself up made will similarly hardworking, independent and self sufficient. But he’s also a stubborn bastard who would rather take and remove a bullet then let someone help him either work wise or financially. It got even worse as he became the head of his cabin so much younger with so many younger kids to take care if

• Living in new mexico for as long as they did Naomi decided it was a good idea to have will learn at least some spanish when he was young and he picked up on it nicely, and decided to continue. he’s fairly fluent now and loves freaking Leo out all the time by talking to him in spanish when nobody else is around and he can’t prove it.

• Did also have a minor crush on percy, but mostly as a “woah look at that guy holy shit” and loved teasing annabeth about it (“If YOU love him so much why do you want us to get her together?” “nooo you guys are my OTP i’m not having that up just because he’s hot” <- COMPLETELY REAL INTERACTION THEY E HAD MHM TRUST ME BRO)

• Wants to pick up on some italian so he can do the same thing he does with leo to nico

• TRANSGENDER AND AUTISTIC IM NOT ELABORATING FUCK YOU ( i do have reasons but this is more fun)

• Favorite vide game is a tie between tetris and Majoras mask

• Favorite TV show was Malcom in the Middle as a kid and now is greys anatomy /j/j/j/j but i can gaurentee he hate watches it with the apollo cabin all the time

• Suprisingly fine with plants, yes sunflowers do look at him and everyone makes fun of him for it

okay i’m done (i’m a liar i’m not done but i am about to pass out sooo)

[dissvicious]

Reddie being mad at Buggy and giving him two options to make it up to her: he can either sleep in the other room by himself for a night till she’s not as mad in the morning OR, and she said this jokingly after he started whining about how unfair it was that he was being punished (it wasn’t. It was a rational reaction to something he did) and there had to be some other way to settle this, told him he could keep his head in their bed if he laid his body on the floor, only to be flabbergasted when he does it without hesistating „That was a joke Buggy.“ „So I can put my body up here?“ „… No…“ „Well then I’ts staying on the floor.��

Next day she feels actually guilty about leaving him on the floorboards, sure, she put a blanket over him st one point but she actually chastises Buggy for choosing the „worse“ option of the two. Buggy, genuinely confused „…the… worse option? That was the other one!“

HELP THIS IS SO CUTE AND EXACTLY HOW I PICTURE THEM 😭💕

[steddiesupportpodcast]

Meet the Podcast Team!

It's about time that we introduce ourselves, we're the team behind the Steddie Support Group Podcast 👋 Big thanks to @glitterfang for the amazing portraits 🎨🖌️

ALENA aka @peter-pantomime

Any Pronouns | Virgo | 30

I’m a veteran fan and amateur academic who loves analyzing individual characters and their interpersonal relationships, the plots, themes, symbols, and genre staples of pop culture media, and the dynamics between media fans and creators. I’m coming to Stranger Things from a long history of examining how fans participate in the process of making meaning through their interactions with media texts, and to Steddie from an even longer history of being emotionally devastated by blorbos and ships, the most notable being Destiel, Stucky, and Reddie. I love talking to people about all these ideas everywhere from Tik Tok comments to academic conferences, and so I’m super excited to have the opportunity to be a part of this podcast with so many wonderful people!

Guest & Host Appears on: Episode 4, 5, & 6

Twitter: @peterpantomime TikTok: peterpantomime Youtube: Peter-Pantomime

AMY aka @mojowitchcraft

She/Her | Scorpio | 33

I’ve been a fan of Stranger Things since day one, but fell headfirst into the Steddie hole last summer. There is no way out, I’m trapped, I’m stuck in here with them. Before Steddie I’d been an avid fanfic reader but I was always too shy to write anything. Over the past year my confidence in my writing has grown so much and I’ve met so many amazing and wonderful people in this community. Very excited to be part of the podcast team and lend my voice to our discussions! 

Producer, Host, Guest & Promo Team Appears on: Episodes 1, 4, 6, 7, & 13

Ao3: weird_witchcraft Twitter: @mojowitchcraft TikTok: mojowitchcraft

ASH aka @steddiehands86

They/He | Gemini | 37 

Joined the Steddie community around October and have been nonstop writing and cosplaying since. I have been writing on Ao3 since ‘09, but never so much as with this fandom. I’m so fortunate to be a part of this lovely group of people to talk about our brainrot in a safe, sane, consensual space… I’m also a Gemini, and like long walks in the woods. 

Guest, Mod Tech & Transcript Editor Appears on: Episode 1, 8, 11 & 12

Ao3: steddiehands86 Twitter: @steddiehands86 TikTok: steddiehands86 Instagram: steddiehands86

BECCA aka @glitterfang

She/Her | Taurus | 35 

I was a casual fan of Stranger Things up until Season 4. Now the brainrot’s got a hold of me and won’t let go. I’ve spent most of my time in this fandom as a small potatoes fan artist but have recently started writing fic as well! I love our little Steddie family and community and I’m just happy to be here. 

Host, Guest & Resident Artist Appears on: Episode 3 & 9 

Ao3: pizzabones Twitter: @glitterfangart TikTok: glitterfang Instagram: glitterfangs

BECKS aka @beccichu

They/She | Aquarius | 24

“Nope, you can’t start watching Stranger Things just because of him” were my thoughts last year after hundreds and hundreds of Stranger Things and Eddie Munson edits on tiktok. Well, after binge watching 4 whole seasons (the last one two times in a row) I fell head over heels for Steve and Eddie and into the Steddie hole pretty fast where I’ve been here ever since. I do write every now and then but my passion is cosplaying, talking about the blorbos nonstop and sharing my love for this community with others! 

Promo Team

Ao3: MsBecciChan Twitter: beccichuu TikTok: beccichu Instagram: beccichu

BIRDIE aka @audacityofbird

She/Her | Leo | 39

Bird isn’t even her real name, but she wasn’t sure if going by ‘The Motherf*cking Lizard King’ would be appropriate. Bird has been a fan of Stranger Things since the start. The ensemble cast, nostalgia and the way the show wove music into it in such a beautiful way hooked her immediately. The brain rot didn’t set in firmly enough to scour Ao3 until  2022 at the release of Season 4 but then the rest was history. A fandom lover and fanfic reader/ writer at heart, but her favorite role in fandom spaces is cheerleading, beta reading and being a part of the community. The love for these characters and the stories run deep but her gratitude for the friendships she’s formed here runs deeper. 

Guest, Mod Tech & Audio Editor Appears on: Episode 3 & 10

Ao3: audacity_of_bluejays Twitter: @audacityofbird

CADY aka @lostinadmiration

Any Prounouns | Capricorn | 33

Cady was a casual fan of Stranger Things until Eddie Munson flirted with Steve Harrington and then went and fucking died. She went online to cope with the grief, and stumbled onto Steddie art, which snowballed into discovering fanfiction, and landed her in a beautiful community of loving and supporting friends who love talking about those gay dudes! In the year of brain rot she completed two fics, has two neglected WIPs, and loves chugging out art. She also wants everyone to know she’s IYLO’s biggest fan and would love to discuss it with everyone and anyone!

Guest & Host Appears on: Episode 1, 9, 10, & 13

Ao3: lostnadmiration Twitter: @lostnadmiration TikTok: lostin_admiration  Tumblr: lostin_admiration

DAE aka @strawberryspence

She/Her | Libra | 23

Dae has been watching Stranger Things from the beginning, falling in love with the friendships and found family tropes in its core. She has always had a soft spot for Steve Harrington, this only intensified when Eddie Munson was thrown in the mix. Dae spends her time writing Steddie fics (mostly angst), editing and having mental breakdowns about gay fictional characters. 

Guest, Graphics Creator & Promo Team Appears on: Episode 4

Ao3: strawberryspence Twitter: @strawberrysomin TikTok: strawberryspence

JESS aka @mydarkdevotion

She/They | Pisces | 31

I’ve been watching Stranger Things since the beginning and fell in love so hard that I ended up getting Eleven’s 011 on my wrist in my cousin’s bedroom. I’ve been reading fanfiction way before stepping into Steddie and writing has grown more since then too. I guess you can say my friends see me as the person that would dive right into the danger (No tag reads/ No summaries) What can I say? I love surprises. Even if they end up in tears. Anyone who's seen my tiktok knows. But all in all just a real down-to-earth friendly person enjoying the thing I love.     

Guest | Appears on: Episode 5 & 11

Ao3: MyDarkDevotion Twitter: @mydarkdevotion TikTok: MyDarkDevotion

KAYLEE aka @sweetz059

She/They | Libra | 24

Kaylee has loved watching Stranger Things since she was 16, reading cutesy Byler fics and appreciating all the found family the fandom had to offer, and always having a soft spot for Steve Harrington. They didn’t really dive in until Season 3, however, when she finally was given a character that they could see themselves in. One Robin Buckley. Which just intensified her love for Steve even more. Then Season 4 happened, and Eddie Munson happened, and Kaylee finally saw the perfect match for Steve. Now they’re one fic down, and who knows how many more to go, and she wouldn’t want it any other way.

Guest, Host & Producer Appears on: Episode 3, 6, 8, 11, & 12

Ao3: sweetz059 Twitter: @sweetz059 TikTok: sweetz059 Instagram: sweetz059

KK aka @knormalizeknitting

Any Pronouns | Taurus | 39

KK is a genderless void who has been a nerd since time immemorial so naturally they’re obsessed with Stranger Things. They were a “normal” level of into the show, for a total geek that is, until Eddie Munson appeared and the Steddie ship set sail. Now KK spends all their time projecting Steddie onto every fictional pairing that has ever existed in media and finding new ways to torture Steve Harrington before letting him finally kiss Eddie. They’re extremely excited to be part of the podcast, make new friends on the server and talk Steddie / ST with so many lovely people when they’re not giving Steve even more trauma on ao3.

Guest, Host, Audio Editor & Mod Tech Appears on: Episode 2, 8, 12 & 13

Ao3: knormalizeknitting Twitter: @knormalknitting TikTok: knormalizeknittin Instagram: knormalizeknitting

KRIS aka @kwills91

They/Them | Gemini | 32 

I’ve written and read fanfic for many, many years, but it had been a while since I existed in a particular fandom. Then Season 4 of Stranger Things came out and I fell in love with Steddie. After mass consuming as many fics as I could get my eyeballs on, I decided that there weren’t nearly enough Steve breakdowns in them and began writing my own, and I’ve been unable to stop writing since. Hundreds of thousands of words of writing and millions of words of reading later and the brainrot is showing no signs of dying. And hopefully never will. Which is why I’m so excited to be part of this podcast.

Guest, Host & Mod Tech Appears on: Episode 2, 3, 8 & 10

Ao3: Kwills91 Twitter: @k_wills91 TikTok: kwills91

MANON @transmascsteveharrington

They/He | Aries | 26

“The binge watch format of Netflix shows hinders the growth and development of fandoms compared to linear released shows. Therefore it is unlikely that many viewers of Stranger Things will ever participate/form a fandom and read or write fanfiction-” is a sentence I once wrote in an essay in 2017 for my undergrad. Then the universe had a right laugh and several years, one gender crisis, and about 250k words of written steddie fics and countless words of read steddie fics later I am now here. I’m an avid writer and reader of stangst (Steve angst) and could talk about it for hours. That’s why I’m super excited to be part of this podcast. 

Guest, Host & Producer | Appears on: Episode 2, 6, 8, 10, & 13

Ao3: ChristinMKay Twitter: @t4teddiemunson TikTok: ger_manon

SAGE aka @miserablekingsteve

They/Them | Virgo | 24

I watched Stranger Things back in 2016. Only because my mum was watching it in the other room, and I heard Joy Division’s ‘Atmosphere’ start playing. Causing me to come running out of my room and question what she was watching. Prior to that fateful moment, I was probably holed up, writing Torchwood fanfiction or listening to the audio dramas while live posting on tumblr. Safe to say I’ve been in fandom spaces for quite some time. Yet never had written anything with as much velocity as I did when Steddie quite literally dove into my periphery. What? Eddie Munson was doing Ketamine and being ridiculous, hard not to relate to that one. I’m super stoked to have had any opportunity to be involved in fandom this much and I’m excited to see where it continues to take me!  

Guest & Promo Team Appears on: Episode 6, 8, 11 & 12 

Ao3: miserablekings TikTok: miserablekings

SARA aka @3blackhearts

She/Her | Leo | 36

I’ve been watching Stranger Things since the beginning. I loved how creative and nostalgia-driven the show is. The death (maybe, hopefully not, let me be delulu a little longer) of Eddie Munson is what drove me to read my first fanfiction ever. I hadn’t resonated with a character that much in a long time and having his ending be so unsatisfying on the show led me to want a world where that’s fixed or never happens (shout out to AUs). Since joining the fandom I’ve found my niche by making podfics, and now this podcast. In real life, I work for a local non-profit and am a visual artist.  President & Founder of the DILF Steve Harrington Fan Club.

Guest, Host, Producer, Mod Tech & Audio Editor Appears on Episodes: 3, 4, 5, 10, & 11

Ao3: 3blackhearts Twitter: @3_blackhearts TikTok: 3blackhearts

[moonsanoverthinker]

Thanks for the response to my jewelry hc ask! I love all the subtle allegiances being showcased. For another. Hair dye headcanons please? I've got a couple but they tend to verge into au territory

This is one I’ve not thought too much about, so expect some rambles (I say that like it’s not a reoccurring theme) And I enjoy making head cannon stuff so feel free to suggest others!

Again all of these are based off vibes with zero evidence!

Jon- 100% dyed his hair in uni at least once, it wasn’t a good dye job but it was fine…(sections of the back weren’t dyed at all) This purely comes from the fan chosen canon of the Mechs being Jon’s uni band (one of my favourite AO3 tags) Also under that same uni shitty hair dye jobI just imagine him with like sections in different colours but not because it’s intentional, like there’s a part that’s red and another that’s blue and some of it’s black which he claims is intentional but it’s clearly not.

Martin- Likes the thought of dying his hair but doesn’t like the change of committing to it. Actually no he did dye it once but it was barely any different so no one notice, plus it was semi-permanent hair dye so it washed out after two weeks. The others did manage to convince him to use those spray hair colour things during Halloween so he got to enjoy the colours without the commitment.

Sasha- I’ve got two main ideas for Sasha so bear with me folks. Idea one is that she has the remnants of a hair colour still showing through despite dying over it multiple times, like how red somehow shows through in certain lights. Idea two is that she dyes the ends of her hair fun colours and claims it’s still professional looking because it’s not her whole head. Also side note, the NotSasha had the same hair dye colour as original Sasha but the shades never seem to match, they’re always off somehow.

Tim- I’ve split this into different versions of him because reasons. Series 1 would dye his hair all the time, whatever colour he fancied at the time he’d do it, Sasha also encouraged him and would sometimes help him and he didn’t care if it looked ‘unprofessional’ because of the colour. Series 2 would dye his hair occasionally but not as much so the colours usually faded before he changed them, NotSasha would encourage him but there wasn’t the enthusiasm anymore and she stopped helping him but he didn’t know why. Series 3 still has the last hair colour from series 2 but it’s faded and mostly grown out until he just decided to dye over it all in a more ‘natural’ colour because he didn’t want to deal with it anymore.

Basira- Again two thoughts so bear with. Thought one is she split dyed her hair at least once, possibly the whole of one side and then the whole of the other side. But thought two is she split dyed it but only did the ends, so it was like a half and half dip dyed ends vibe, that she lets fade but the faded colours are a vibe and just look really nice, sometimes she has the bright colours but it varies.

Melanie- Whole head dyed one colour, and it’s definitely not a natural colour. She’s used to freelance work so she’s not always needed it to be ‘professional’ looking in terms of colours so she kept it the same colour when she started working at the institute. Elias told her to change it but she refused and told him to fuck off, then proceeded to dye it an even brighter colour.

Georgie- She again dyed her hair once or twice in uni (better dye job than Jon’s) then she just dyed it more natural colour then left it for a while, but she did dye the underneath section of her hair a colour so it wasn’t noticeable from certain angles unless she put her hair up or had it sitting a certain way.

Daisy- Okay so I’ve got a thought for this so again bear with. So Daisy has dip dyed hair, but it’s like a dark reddy purple kind of vibe, and when the hunt starts to be more present it’s pretty vibrant / obviously dyed but when she goes through her trying to fight it stage it fades over time and then when she feeds into it again the colour comes back (I don’t know how this would work but let’s not think too hard about that)

Elias- I don’t know why but all I can think of is this man with a single section like strip that he’s dyed white himself. Also 1. Would he get grey hairs because of the whole technically being really old thing? And 2. Does he dye over them…

[sunshinereddie]

stay calm

so i haven’t quite finished my ACTUAL fic for day 5 of reddie week yet (it might not be ready until tmrw, unfortunately) so i’m deciding to share some snippets from another crossover idea i had…

reddie x five nights at freddy’s!!

im aware that this is a pretty niche crossover but it’s one of my favourites, so i hope you enjoy this small snippet! 🐻🐰🐤🦊

1,726 words. cw: blood and child death mention.

@reddieweek Day 5 Prompt: Books/Games/Movies/TV!

read under the cut!

“Hey,” Richie says, dropping his headphones to dangle around his neck. “Did you know that a kid died here once?” Richie bites down on his bottom lip to try and hide his smile when he sees Eddie’s shoulders stiffen and his hand freeze as he toggles through the different cameras.

“Yeah right,” Eddie finally says, but Richie can see right through the false confidence he’s trying to put on.

“I’m serious,” Richie presses, rolling his chair over to the cameras, leaning close to Eddie. Eddie flinches at the harsh squeaking of the chair’s wheels and the sudden appearance of Richie at his side. Richie grins at the sight of Eddie’s pale face and his wide, worrying eyes before he continues. “Back in ‘87, there was a birthday party going on here. Apparently, the little birthday boy just loved one of the animatronics and wanted to give it a hug, but kids aren’t allowed on the stage. The employees told him it was dangerous, but the kid thought, what could be so dangerous about them? So, when none of the staff were looking, the kid climbed up onto the stage and tried to start playing with one of the animatronics, the fox one. He must have pushed a button or yanked the machine the wrong way or something, because next thing he knew…” Richie jumps forward in his seat and slams his hand down on the desk, the harsh clap cutting through the silence of the office and making Eddie recoil back in surprise. “The fox freaked out and bit the kid’s arm clean off. Apparently there was blood everywhere- he bled out before the ambulance even arrived.”

Richie leans in closer towards Eddie, waiting to get a reaction from him. When Richie finishes telling his story, Eddie looks like he’s about five seconds away from pissing his pants. Richie tries his best to hold in a laugh as he watches the story sink into Eddie’s mind, the images Richie planted into his head haunting him.

“You’re full of it,” Eddie says eventually, rolling himself back over to the desk. “Stop making shit up.”

“I’m not!” Richie defends. “It’s true. I went to middle school with the kid’s older brother. He told me all about it.”

“Well, then he was a liar,” Eddie says firmly, some of the shakiness disappearing from his voice. Richie isn’t sure if Eddie is trying to diminish Richie’s story, or comfort himself.

Richie shrugs, leaning back in his chair. “He wasn’t. That’s why they keep the fox off the main stage nowadays.” Richie reaches over to the camera panel and switches the monitor from the main stage to the camera titled “Pirate’s Cove”, which displays a fuzzy image of a small stage closed off with a curtain and a sign attached to the stage reading, Sorry! Out of Order. “They weren’t sure why it bit the kid in the first place, so they couldn’t repair it so it wouldn’t do it again. And, apparently there was so much blood that they couldn’t get it out of the suit.”

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not nice to tell lies?” Eddie says, switching the camera from Pirate’s Cove back to the Main Stage.

“Oh, she did,” Richie replies. “She also told me never to come back to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, because they say that the ghost of the boy who died still haunts the place to this day…” His hand sneaks around the back of Eddie’s chair, then grabs the collar of Eddie’s shirt. Eddie practically jumps out of his seat, letting out a string of curses as he smacks Richie’s hand away.

“Asshole!” he says, grabbing a ball of crumpled paper from the desk and launching it at Richie’s face. Richie also nearly falls from his seat, but in his case, it’s because he’s howling with laughter at Eddie’s reaction. Richie didn’t mean to really scare the poor guy, just to poke fun at his nerves, but he couldn’t help himself. Besides, Richie thought it was kind of cute, the way Eddie’s cheeks and ears flushed bright red as he attempted to regain his composure.

“Oh, man, that was good,” Richie says, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. “I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time.”

Eddie grumbles something that Richie couldn’t quite hear, though he could assume the general idea from Eddie’s tone. Richie wheels himself back over to his side of the desk, lifting his headphones back onto his ears and pressing play on his Walkman. He glances over to the clock on the wall- it’s 1:37am. The night had been going by painfully slow, but at least that amused him for a little chunk of time. And hey, Richie thinks to himself as he reassumes his position of resting his feet up against the desk and leaning back in his chair, at least if I start to get bored, I know a way to entertain myself.

Eddie, on the other hand, was not as impressed by Richie’s idea of “entertainment.” It took a few minutes for his heart to slow back down to a normal pace, with Eddie glancing over to the side every once in a while to make sure Richie wasn’t getting up to anything else.

Eddie doesn’t believe a word that Richie said. What kind of a business would keep things open and running if a kid was brutally killed in their restaurant? And they would especially never keep the animatronic that did it. There was no way. But still… Eddie shivers at the image that his over-active imagination created in his head, of the scene- the false scene- that Richie has described.

Eddie also does not believe in ghosts. Out of all the things that Richie said to try and scare him, the idea of the ghost of this child haunting the restaurant is the most ridiculous. It was just a silly ghost story, one that Eddie is much too old to be getting scared of. But still… Eddie had to admit, there is something haunting about the animatronics, as he stares at them on stage through the camera. He knows that they are supposed to be fun and exciting for the kids, but Eddie wonders how anyone could enjoy a party run by those things. The rabbit one isn’t that bad- it looks dirty and its jaw hangs at a weird, broken angle that makes Eddie wonder how it got like that. The bird, sitting on the far end of the stage isn’t much worse, but it also isn’t any better. Its beak is full of teeth that Eddie thinks are just a bit too sharp for the mascot of a children’s restaurant, and it wore a bib around its neck displaying the words LET'S EAT, but the words are faded and hard to read underneath several dark, splattered stains on the white fabric. But the worst had to be the bear, Freddy, the face of the business. It's not that Freddy is necessarily scary, but Eddie finds it hard to not get creeped out by those eyes staring back at the camera, eyes that seem a bit too humanlike-

Eddie freezes.

Wait a minute.

Had the bear always been looking into the camera? The rabbit and the chicken are staring out to the room, their metal eyelids shut, and Eddie could have sworn that the bear had been in the exact same position. But even through the static of the camera and the darkness of the dimly-lit building, there was no mistaking it- Freddy is staring at the camera. Staring at him. Eddie tells himself he must have just not been paying attention before, that Freddy had always been looking towards the camera, and Eddie only just noticed now because he was actually looking at them, not just scanning over the pictures of each camera. Yes, that was it.

Eddie stares at Freddy. Freddy stares back. His eyes are open wide, so much so that Eddie can see most of the white of the white ball in the sockets, with the black pupils painted on directly in the center. He knows that they’re nothing more than plastic balls painted to look like eyes, and yet… something about it still makes Eddie feel unsettled. He knows that they’re nothing more than plastic eyes in an animatronic suit, but it still feels like they’re… watching him. It still feels like they can see him.

Eddie starts to turn to Richie to ask if he could remember if Freddy had always been looking to the camera or not, but he quickly catches himself before the words can make it out of his mouth. Surely if Eddie asks a question like that, Richie would make fun of him for the rest of the night. Eddie can already feel the embarrassment burning his cheeks as he imagines Richie’s teasing, “Wait, don’t tell me you actually got scared from that story! Oh man, I really got you!” Eddie shakes his head and lets out a grumbled sigh, unheard by Richie through his blaring music. As much as Eddie would have hated to hear Richie say it, he knows Richie would have been right. Why is he getting so worked up about it? The animatronics don’t move, he was just letting Richie’s stupid story fill his head with an even more stupid idea, and causing himself to uncessarily worry. Eddie is sure he must have just not noticed where Freddy was looking until he started paying attention to it. Eddie turns back to the cameras, ready to switch off from the Show Stage to do another check of the building.

Freddy isn’t looking at the camera.

Freddy, now perfectly in position with the rabbit and the bird on either side of him, is facing the room in front of him, leaving Eddie to stare in shock at the side of his head. Eddie leans forward, getting as close to the monitor as he can to make sure that yes, he’s seeing things right, that yes, Freddy is not looking directly into the camera, he’s looking out in front of him, in fact he’s not looking at all, because his metal eyelids are shut. It almost looks like he’s sleeping.

As Eddie looks at the camera, there’s only one thought in his mind.

What the fuck?

[flamesque]

Ria wakes up to sunshine tickling her nose and far away screams of seagulls. Opening her eyes, she finds herself neither in her own bed nor in her own apartment. She furrows her brows, looking a bit around. This is Rafayel‘s bedroom.

“What am I doing here?“ she whispers to herself.

The last thing she remembers is writing a message to the painter on her phone. How did she end up here? Confused, she gets herself in a sitting position, checking up on herself. Her whole body still aches from sore muscles and the countless bruises and cuts — Some were band aided or bandaged. She still wears the same clothes as before, only the leather harness missing. Oh, and her shoes and socks as she notes once she lifts of the blanket. Her sprained ankle is also bandaged.

Even more confused, she turns to the edge of the bed, lifting her feet off, and places them cautiously on the wooden floor. Short pressure test, yep still hurts but manageable. Then her gaze fell on the little nightstand besides the giant bed. A pink Lilly of the valley in a beautiful filigree vase, glowing ethereal in the sunlight, greets her. And pictures flashes her mind — Rafayel! He welcomed her and gifted her the flower. It wasn’t a pleasant dream! He really was there. How could she forget about that?

Ria sighs, maybe because she ran on autopilot after fighting wanderers non-stop the last days. There happened to be casualties and so many injured people… hunters, civilians… the enemy didn’t care.

Shaking her head to banish the dark thoughts, she gets up and decides to look for the painter.

"she must be fuckin' exhausted... ria?" he gently nudges her and to no avail, she remains fast asleep. he's chuckling as he parks the car, gets out and moves to her side, he unclasps the seatbelt and gathers her into his arms, walking into the studio and bringing her to his room, gently setting her down on his bed.

he makes quick work to tend to her wounds and her sprained ankle, soft mumbles of 'crazy girl' 'silly girl' under his breath but when he's done and sees how peaceful she looks as she sleeps, he moves to brush her hair from her face and places a kiss to her forehead and he tucks her in bed properly before he shuts off the lights, save for the dimmed hanging ones and shuts the door behind him.

hours upon hours pass by scrolling through his phone and sometimes getting up to stare at a blank canvas as if it'll spark up some inspiration, but nothing comes to mind. he picks up a paintbrush, observes it and looks towards the variety of paint sprawled across  the floor and on the desk, but he doesn't move to actually grab them. 

eventually, he takes a seat next to reddie and sketches the fist swimming around the fish bowl. 

"you should've seen her, reddie... limpin' with cuts and bruises—she never takes care of herself properly, always takin' care of others before herself." he closes his eyes and shakes his head, putting down his pencil on the sketchbook.

he pushes himself off from the chair and moves over to the kitchen, stirring up the soup and heating it up every so often and when he feels her presence, he turns to peer over to the door and sees her. 

"aye, just in time, soup's ready. how's your ankle feelin'?"

[rafayel-fishie-moving]

Not as great as I hoped

She leant her head on his chest, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath

You were the only thing on my mind when I wasn’t fighting wanderers. I missed you so damn much

She sighed and pulled away. She took a few steps back and looked at the ground.

But clearly you didn’t feel much the same

-🖍️

He tightens his hold around her waist, keeping her close when he listens to her and lets out a chuckle, his head dipping to nuzzle his nose in the crook of her neck.

I was just messing with you. No one can miss you as much as me, not even Reddie.

He leaves a soft kiss against her skin before pulling away, cupping her chin to tilt her head up with a soft smile, their eyes meeting one another's.

You’re right, I didn’t feel the same, because I felt much more. I’m happy you’re home, safe and sound... With me.

[reddie-fangirl24]

Meeting (A Reddie Fanfic)

Note: I have been trying to write more Reddie fics. This is based on a Phoebe and Joey moment from Friends.

“Eds, I’m telling you! It’s weird that she shows up here after three months and now she’s got something to say to you?” Richie followed his friend all around his apartment. It annoyed Eddie, but who cares? Richie noticed that he put on some nice clothes to meet with his ex-wife.

“I can’t ignore her, Richie. She’s my ex-wife. We were married for 15 years,” Eddie told him, putting his wallet in his pocket.

“Tell me how you survived that again?” Richie joked though he was being serious. 

Eddie groaned, craning his neck to the stained ceilings of his small apartment. Of all the apartments, Richie still had no idea why Eddie chose this one. “It’s important for us to communicate. I can’t just drop all communication and ignore her forever.”

“Remind me what you have to talk about?”

“Would you stop being an asshole?” Eddie spat, turning a little too fast to meet his eyes. He briefly held his chest, wincing. Alert, Richie put a comforting hand on his shoulder and handed Eddie his pain medication. Those stitches have to be on for another three months. Beyond that, Eddie had a further recovery to meet. 

Although they all lived together, Richie didn’t see why Eddie chose this apartment for himself. He was adamant when it came down to picking. The hospital told him that he needed a lot of care and shouldn’t be alone. The other Losers probably knew more than he did about his feelings, but Richie knew rooming with Eddie was a dead giveaway. 

“You know I’m going to say ‘I told you so’ if she’s going to hurt you,” Richie shrugged his shoulders once Eddie downed the pills.

“Don’t be surprised if you’re going to eat your own words, Trashmouth,” Eddie remarked in a sing-song voice. His face was so close to Richie’s. Was everyone’s breath as warm as Eddie’s? Richie felt his face heating up. What were they arguing about again? 

Eddie walked down the apartment stairs (as carefully as he could) and made his way to the Losers’ favorite hangout spot. They always crowded the big couch in the corner of the place. It was just like the old days. Now they were making up for lost time.

Myra was sitting outside at one of the tables. From the looks of her sad expression, Eddie wondered if he should have listened to Richie.

“Hi Myra,” Eddie greeted, sitting down with her. It’s odd how they’d been doing this for fifteen years. However, Eddie tried to make a quick exit in the morning so he wouldn’t have to listen to Myra’s nagging.

“Eddie, I need to tell you something,” she began, not looking into his eyes.

“What is it? Are you sick? Or did you lose the house? I know I should have talked to the bank about...”

“No, it’s not that. I’m okay and... I’m selling the house.”

Eddie blinked. “Selling? Are you moving?”

“Yes,” she cleared her throat. “I’m moving in with someone.”

“Oh? Is it your friend Annie? You mentioned she was trying to find a roommate.”

Myra paused and then said. “I’m moving in with Gerald.”

“Gerald?” Upon thinking for a moment, Eddie slowly had a realization. “From work?”

“You see, our divorce came at a good time, and I wasn’t expecting you to intricate it,” Myra explained, looking guilty into his eyes. “Gerald and I have been seeing each other for the last two years. I didn’t want to, Eddie, but he’s different. When I am with him I am not so...”

“Controlling?” Eddie stared hard into the table.

Myra scowled. “I was going to say anxious. It’s nothing against you, Eddie, but your anxiety was a lot for me to handle. And your mother, too. I felt like I became this person who was always berating her son because I had no idea how you’d react to a situation. One minute you’re worried about hydroplaning and then when I remind you, it doesn’t bother you anymore!”

If he stared hard enough into the table, maybe Eddie could burn a hole. People passed by during their conversation, going about in their own happy lives. Eddie felt guilty about the divorce, but no, there was nothing worse than this.

Just then, a car drove up close to the cafe. By the nervous look on Gerald’s face, he knew Myra told Eddie the news.

“Well, we’d better be going,” Myra stood up. She walked closer to Eddie, quickly putting her hand on his shoulder in comfort. The feeling was not mutual. “Goodbye.”

Eddie heard the car door slam and then it drove away.

Don’t start crying. Don’t start crying.

His hands shaking, Eddie hastily stood up from his seat, almost tipping it over. He ran straight into Richie.

“Eds,” Richie started, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

Eddie took a deep breath, though his countenance was breaking. “Richie, don’t you fucking tell me ‘you told me so.’ This is not the right time...” His voice crumbled from there.

“No, no, Eddie. Aw, come here, buddy.” Richie pulled Eddie into his arms. Just feeling Richie’s warm embrace made him feel safe. A small tear trickled down his cheek. His chest felt so heavy. Eddie didn’t realize his whole body was trembling. “My best friend needs me. Who says I’m going to give you a hard time?” He wanted to kiss Eddie’s forehead, but he refrained. Oh, it was so hard not to. 

Eddie sniffled, burying his face in Richie’s shoulder. They were hugging in the middle of the sidewalk. He noticed a small boy look at them and whisper something to his mother. It didn’t matter.

“I just can’t believe she’d do that...”

“Don’t think about it. I know it hurts. But Eddie...” Richie pulled away, staring at him with those warm sincere eyes that made Eddie feel like he belonged. And loved. “You don’t need her. You’ll find someone else. And you got us.”

Eddie smiled a bit, removing a fallen tear. “Thanks, Richie.”

Richie giggled, mischievously. Before he could tap his cheek, Eddie stopped his wrist. “Don’t even try it, Tozier!”

“Your reflexes have improved, I see!” Richie laughed. They almost started wrestling with each other and laughed again. More people looked at them strangely. Oh, it was nothing new. Just as long as Eddie wa laughing and smiling.

“Come on, I’ll buy you a marshmallow latte,” Richie guided him into the cafe.

“That’s your favorite drink!”

“You like it too!”

[ahalyaxreddy]

PRESENTING . . . AHALYA REDDY

full name: ahalya meenakshi reddy

age: thirty-three

date of birth: october 10, 1990

hometown: covington, georgia

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her/hers

occupation: artist and manager of urban harvest

family: vikram reddy (father), geeta reddy (mother)

living arrangements: apartment downtown

IN A NUTSHELL. . .

ahalya was born and raised in covington. her parents own a popular fresh food market/artisanal goods store in town called urban harvest. she moved back into town following art school and though she got engaged, after her father fell sick and she wasn't able to commit to the life her fiancé would have wanted them to have, she ended things. after a few years of struggle with her family and her father's health. right now she is still heavily involved with the store, but is trying to fall back into her old routine. a few wanted connections here

IN THE WEEDS. . .

tw: cancer mention, fertility issues

From humble origins, Vikram and Geeta Reddy moved around the country before finally settling in Covington. They often tout theirs as a true American Dream story, and they both worked hard to provide a stable and fulfilling life for their children. Geeta had always dreamed of having a big family but they decided that before they welcomed their first child to the world, they would establish roots in Covington. With just enough to rent the space, the Reddys opened up Urban Harvest right on Walk Shopping Strip. The initial days of running a brand new business proved difficult and they struggled to make ends meet for a few years, often wondering whether they had the strength to continue to pour their heart and soul into a venture that seemed to not be profitable. However, after a feature in the local newspaper following an act of bravery by Geeta, business started to pick up and within a few months, they became the go to store for many of the townspeople’s needs. Life seemed to be going just as they planned but they faced their next trouble very soon after.

Having spent so much time and energy on their business, they forgot about their dreams to start a family. When they decided to start trying to conceive, they struggled time and time again. Visiting all sorts of doctors, trying all sorts of remedies, they all but gave up hope when Geeta finally became pregnant. It was a long and tough nine months but at the end, Vikram and Geeta finally welcomed Ahalya Meenakshi Reddy to the world. As if to fulfill her mother’s dream of having a large family all on her own, Ahalya was nothing short of a handful. She was an overactive child, extroverted and bright. Most of the patrons at Urban Harvest saw her growing up as she would accompany her parents to the store frequently. As she grew older, the overactive imagination was funneled into art. Vibrant colors on large canvases became her outlet for everything that she saw dancing in her head. And while her parents had hoped she’d pick something they would consider a more stable career, they were confident that if nothing else, she would at least have the store to fall back on. That was why they had put their life and blood into building up Urban Harvest in the first place.

Following high school, Ahalya didn’t go too far, enrolling in Savannah College of Art and Design. As soon as she was done with college, Ahalya returned to Covington, working alongside her parents much like she had as a child while continuing to work on her art. Her life was nothing spectacular, but it was fulfilled and satisfying in its own right. Being back home was comfortable and for all her curiosity and extroversion, Ahalya was in many ways unwilling to step too far out of her comfort zone. Which was why, despite finding who she thought was the love of her life, she wasn’t sure if she could make the move out. He was an adventurer, wanting to travel the world without any roots. And while the stories of adventure were exhilarating, they were equally terrifying. She had no reason to say no when he asked her to marry him, but she also had her own set of reservations on whether or not a future together would work when they wanted completely different things in life. It was her father’s cancer diagnosis that completely changed the trajectory of her family’s life and her own. It was the reason that her relationship ended, because despite her fiancé’s willingness to stay by her side, she knew that she could never leave her parents side. Not now. Nor could she ask him to change his plans all for her, without a promise that she would ever be able to live out the life that he wanted with him.

The world that had seemed bright and rosy came crushing down and for a few years, Ahalya saw the darkest parts of life. Through trying to stay strong for her mother who completely lost her strength to becoming a caretaker for her father who was going through the hardest battle of his life, she worried for the first time that maybe she wasn’t enough to support both of them through this. Taking over the responsibilities at the store, she came out the other side stronger for it as Vikram’s treatment successfully eradicated the cancer. While Ahalya continued her responsibilities at the store, she is trying, little by little, to restart the life that she had been forced to put on pause for the past three years.  

[revmeg]

I. When She Takes My Body into Her Body ...From her bassinet she wakes with a squall, her mouth impossibly huge, her tongue aquiver with anger the baby book says she doesn't have, aquiver like the clapper of a bell. Her passion I wasn't prepared for, her need... No one ever mentioned she's out for blood. I wince as she tugs milk from ducts all the way to my armpits... Let me get it right so I remember: Once, I bared my chest and found an animal. Once, I was delicious... II. First Night Away from Claire ...I'm near-drunk from my first beer in months. We've got a babysitter, a hotel room, and on the horizon a meteor shower promised. We've planned slow sex, sky watch, long sleep. His hand feels good on my lower back... We're tired. We fall asleep. I wake predawn from pain. Those meteors we were too tired to watch-- it will be thirty years before they pass this way again. III. After Weaning, My Breasts Resume Their Lives as Glamour Girls ...Aren't you glad? he asks, glad, watching me unwrap bras tissue-thin and decorative from the tissue of my old life, watching, worshipfully, the breasts resettle as I fasten his red favorite-- Aren't you glad? He's walking toward them, addressing them, it seems-- but, Darling, they can't answer, poured back into their old mold, muffled beneath these lovely laces, relearning how it feels, seen and not heard. IV. It Was a Strange Country where I lived with my daughter while I fed her from my body. It was a small country, an island for two, and there were things we couldn't bring with us, like her father. He watched from the far shore, well meaning, useless. Sometimes I asked  for a glass of water, so he had something to give.... We didn't get many tourists, much news-- behind the closed curtains, rocking in the chair, the world was a rumor all summer. All autumn.... ...Soon, the milk stops simmering and the child forgets the mother's taste, so the motherland recedes on the horizon, a kindness--we return to it only at death.

from “Latching On, Falling Off” by Beth Ann Fennelly in The Long Devotion: Poets Writing Motherhood edited by Emily Pérez and Nancy Reddy, p. 47-51

[borisbubbles]

Eurovision 2022: #26

26. Cyprus

Andromache - “Ela” 27th place

Decade Rank: #52/79 [Above Blind Channel, below The Black Mamba]

Happy holidays! It’s time to emerge from off-season mode and power through the remainder of these updates, as we get excited for more niche faves that are destined to fall flat and be terrible (my prayers are with you, Megara and Tokimeki and Chérine). 

Funnily enough I HAD prepared an larger, sharper update for Andromache earlier but my PC crashed so here’s a more unabridged and ranty version: CYPRUS HAD THAT NQ COMING!!!!!! For the past four years they were riding Eleni’s coattails and attempting to placate the Fa...ns Of This Show in increasedly soulless knock-offs, so it was only a matter that came flying back into their faces like a fanged boomerang.

I wasn’t necessarily rooting for the failure of this *particular* Cyprus entry, though. “Ela” at least made an attempt at sounding genuinely Cypriotic. It also somehow took ten people, (one of them being one of Stefania’s Invisible Men), to write this basic ethnic tune. To top it of, an anemic female lead whose name can affectionately (and accurately) be bastardized into “AndroidMachine”. The bones of a quirky random fave were there!

Sadly, the live. I don’t think the voice was as bad as I’ve seen others proclaim it to have been, but it was Very Not Good. AndroidMachine always the problem of sounding both very nasal and very bored, like a Sarah McTiernan on perdolan,  but even with taking that into account, it’s surprising she did so poorly. She failed to hit many notes of this - again- really basic tune while virtually standing still? Did you not rehearse, Andro? Do you have an Ikea membership I’m unaware of?

Worse vocals have qualified before though, so good visuals COULD have brought solace (in the form of shoving Azer out of the finals), but alas. 

Cramming Andro into a polystyreme scallop and having her emit a mermaid call like was a promising premise. I WAS hoping for a Batista-like staging, as with shirtless adonises to distract as much as possible from Andromache being... wel... herself.  

However, the act Cyprus went with was just some inane flailing + colours projections that cast shadows ON THE FUCKING SHELL. 

But don’t worry about the lack of dynamism, after the blue, we’re going repeat the same thing with yellow and magenta. 🙃 It’s easy to see why Cyprus NQ’d but also see that it very easily could have been avoided. Just... give us some life? Some movement? Like a performance befitting an AndroidMachine, "Ela” was run entirely on Airplane Mode. 

But hey at least the Basics got to live their life out of this one, I guess, evidenced by that one Spanish guy getting the shell tattoo’d on his wrist. 😂 (was he Spanish? idk. Getting an “Ela” tattoo requires a specific combination of feral impulsivity and insanity that I’m only willing to attribute to certain Spanish fans). Each to their own, I guess, and I have other faves to stan!

I cannot wait to see which lessons Cyprus have learned from this journey 🙂 (none, because they chose Andrew Limpbrou for 2023 lmfaooooo)

BUT WAIT because it’s been so long and it’s almost New Year here’s a bonus update where I boot some additional rando I don’t really care for. Let’s hear it for:

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25. ARMENIA 

Rosa Linn - “Snap” 20th place

Decade rank: 50/79 [above The Black Mamba, below James Newman]

"Snap” is cute. It was a fairly unremarkable Eurovision entry though. 🙂

THE RANKING

25. ARMENIA - Rosa Linn - “Snap” 26. CYPRUS - Andromache - “Ela” 27. LATVIA - Citi Zeni - “Eat your salad” 28. DENMARK - ReDDI - “The show” 29. BULGARIA - Intelligent Music Project - “Intention” 30. GREECE - Amanda Tenjford - “Die together” 31. POLAND - Ochman - “River” 32. MONTENEGRO - Vladana - “Breathe” 33. FINLAND - The Rasmus - "Jezebel" 34. BELGIUM - Jérémie Makiese - “Miss you” 35. NORWAY - Subwoolfer - “Give that wolf a banana” 36. AUSTRALIA - Sheldon Riley - “Not the same” 37. SWITZERLAND - Marius Bear - “Boys do cry” 38. AZERBAIJAN - Nadir Rustamli - “Fade to black” 39. ITALY - Mahmood & Blanco - “Brividi” 40. ISRAEL - Michael Ben David - “I.M” (yes, that is the canonical Rosa Linn write-up ^_^)