#we have chicken stuff in the fridge that i could eat but. i dont wanna reheat it rn but

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me complaining for 1000 words

i got harassed yesterday and im still not over it. i dont know why this feels like a tipping point for me i was on a walk and he chased me and when i thought i was safe he came back in his car tried to give me money and im so sick of feeling unsafe and not knowing how to protect myself i dont know how im meant to just keep going and pretend things are fine i know its so cliche and stuff

i dont know why im finding it so hard to get by i dont know why im so irritable and all i wanna do is eat & pick my skin and watch cartoons on my phone i dont want anyone to talk to me i dont want to go to work i dont want to be exploited i dont want to go on any more walks i want to be in a home i feel safe in and feel secure in being able to eat however much i want and i want people to stop feeling like they deserve things from me and i want to not have that kind of responsibility i wish people still saw me as a kid maybe then i wouldnt get treated like this or maybe itd be ten times worse i dont know i wish peoples eyes skipped right over me and when they see me on the street they dont try to get me in their cars

im tired of feeling unsafe and im worried i never will feel safe im worried i wont ever be somewhere kind and quiet

in truth id be feeling a lot better rn if i had a pet cat but i dont have the space physically or mentally to properly care for one. my perfect home would have a big kitchen it would all be wheelchair accessible i would have a private garden and a fountain always on and id have high ceilings and id have rugs and we would all sit on the floor and my walls would be so decorated and theres be cool surfaces to lay your cheeks on and id have a bird bath cleaned out every day and id have pet pigeons and finches id have multiple aviaries id have a bed so big i could stretch out like a starfish on it and id have a chest of drawers and id have rooms and rooms and rooms dedicated to making art and id have a whole prayer room and id have multiple nice places to sit with friends and i would have so many fridges and freezers and i would never worry about how much anything costed and the rooms would be comfortable temperatures and the blankets would be soft and the water coming from the taps would be clean and not burning your hands off and not giving you frostbite. id have an oven that worked id have a vacuum cleaner id have enough room to keep all my belongings and never lose anything. id have enough room to keep guests over without having to sleep on the couch and if i wanted to sleep on the couch it would be fine because my couches would be huge and clean and fluffy and soft. in my bathroom there would be so so so many soaps and id own a robe and all my clothes would fit me and would never get stained and id have lots of hair dye also. and the shower would be roomy and i wouldnt have a shower curtain because i wouldnt even need one from how big the shower was and id also have a bathtub. in my garden id have jasmines growing and olive trees and pine trees and gardenia and a fig tree and date palms and id have a chicken coop and an area for cats to stay outside with a net so they cant hurt any birds and places for them to lie in the sun. id live far from other people and at night i would hear bugs. the house would be somewhere sunny and windy with rain every couple of weeks. my house would be so big it echoed. id have a room for wudu. next to my bedroom there would be a hidden pantry i could get into by crawling and in it would be so much food and so much chocolate id have my stash id never be hungry or thirsty. id have a tap in my room i could drink cool water from. id have glass on the ceilings so you can look and see the sun id have multiple tvs even one in my bedroom id have so many windows and heaps of natural sunlight. i would have a small library. id live far enough from the light pollution that the night sky would be beautiful id live near a small forest i could wander around in it wouldnt be dense and it wouldnt have steep drops. i would not live near mountains. id live somewhere where there was no one wandering around at night. the roads would be smooth and the pavement would be even and thered be leaves on the floor everywhere and no rubbish no rotting fruit no syringes no bad smells there would not be a single stray malnourished cat because i wouldve adopted every single one and brought it home. my pigeons would love me and my chickens too and maybe id even keep quails. and id walk outside and greet my cats every day theyd be shiny and clean and purring. my cats and my chickens and my pigeons and me would be purring. my house would be quiet and peaceful with no screaming, and i wouldnt be in anything that i wanted to get out of.

[transdream]

my stomach hurtz :[[

[mooifyourecows]

moo, can you PLEASE give me a quick culinary lesson? I made steak yesterday and … well I should probably should be locked up for how badly I messed it up 🥲

Hmmm well im not much of a chef myself so I dunno how good my advice will be but I suppose I could tell you the things I DO know Lol just don't put too much faith in anything I say! I might be absolutely wrong.

So uhhhhhm, if your steak is frozen, thaw it out in the refrigerator the night before you are going to cook it. Don't thaw steak out in open air. Put them in the fridge or do the cold water method if you can't wait a full day

There are multiple ways to cook a steak, so decide how you wanna do it. Personally I think on the grill is the best way to cook steak because it gets that nice smoky flavor but its not always practical. Its all good though because stovetop or oven broiler work too 👌

An important thing to remember about steak is that different thicknesses of meat are obviously gonna need different cooking times. Its not a one size fits all sorta situation. And it really does not take very long to cook! I mean we are talking less than 20 minutes per side for the average 1.5 inch steak most people use. (Honestly anything thicker than that is too much damn meat for me, man, whew no thanks, I'm fillin up on mashed potatoes anyway)

You also gotta figure out how you want your steak cooked. Most steak cuts taste best at either medium or medium rare, but you should cook your steak to how you like it best. (So long as you're cooking them to safe temperature of course, don't be eating raw meat pls)

Lets see uhhh SEASON that baby. Dont know what seasoning to use? You're in luck because there are lots of pre-made seasonings for various meats at the store okay just find one you like, preferably one that is specifically for steak, and badabing badabang you're a friggin seasoning master. Now, its good to season your steak about 30 minutes before cooking it to let the deliciousness soak in, ya dig? But if you ain't got time for that then thats a-okay man

Don't be afraid of the juices. I know the sight of bloody meat juices awakens your mind's "that aint cooked right" instincts but steak aint like chicken, there's some wiggle room there. Get yourself a meat thermometer and use it to check that its cooked at least to 120° F (this is on the rare end of things though so somewhere around 145° is better and safer). Cooking steak until its well done means its gonna be a little dry, so if you're chewing on your steak and it feels like a chore? Probably cooked it a bit too long.

Personally, I feel like steak is kinda bland tasting on a good day, so if you feel the same way, look up some recipes for stuff to put on top of it! Like a seasoned butter thing or something mmmm that sounds good. Or gravy. Everything tastes better with gravy on it ammiright??

If all else fails, drown it in sauce babeeyyy 😩👌

Uhhhhhm i honestly don't think I have anything else? Like I said, I'm not a pro. I'm not even good at cooking tbh. I just look a lot of things up before I do it haha so hey, don't be scared to do that too! There's always some interesting recipes to be found out there on the big wide web 🙏

I wish you luck on your future steak cooking adventures! 🖤🌈

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You’re Literally Not Dying

it’s sad boy hours take some bad ralbert content im sorry idk where my usual writing vibes been

i actually wrote this for my gf cuz she wanted a sickfic cuz she’s sick rn rip her

warnings: nothing but race is a whiny bitch when he’s sick

ships: ralbert

editing: nope

Albert rubbed his eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh as he tried to focus his gaze on his computer. He’d been at the library studying for his neuro exam for five hours already and his joints were well beyond stiff. His usually sharp focusing skills were shotty and as his stomach growled audibly, he began to wonder if maybe it was time for a break. He idly picked up his third coffee cup and groaned internally when he discovered that the bitter liquid was now cold. Maybe he’d go get a fresh one from the coffee shop downstairs, and while he was at it, he could pick up a sandwich or something. Yeah, that sounded good.

All his plans were quickly squashed when his music cut out and his phone began to buzz on the table next to him. He glanced at the caller ID and found his boyfriend, Race’s, face staring back at him.

Not bothering to keep the tiredness out of his voice, he picked up, resting his chin on his hand, “Hey, what’s up.”

He immediately straightened up when what sounded like a coughing fit blared through the speakers, “Race?” he asked, his tone alarmed, “You okay?”

“Al,” Race’s raspy voice came through the speaker, “I’m dying.”

Albert resisted the urge to roll his eyes, “I doubt you’re dying, Racer, but do you need me to pick up some medicine for you? What hurts?”

“Everything.”

This time, Albert did roll his eyes at his boyfriend’s dramatics, “Want soup?”

There was a pause, then, “French onion?”

“Baby, you hate French onion soup,” Albert reasoned.

“Yeah, but my stomach is begging for it,” Race said.

“Are you going to eat it?” Albert asked, “because I’m not going to buy it if you’re not going to eat it.”

“I promise I’ll eat it,” Race pleaded, “Pretty please?”

“Alright, I’ll get you some french onion soup. Anything else?”

“Um,” He could envision Race scrunching his nose on the other side- something he always did when he was in thought, “Some apple juice maybe?”

“French onion soup and apple juice. Got it,” Albert said, tucking his phone between his ear and shoulder as he began to pack up his things, “I’ll be back within the hour, keep drinking fluids.”

“Thanks Alcatraz,” Race said, “I love you.”

“I’m only letting the fact that you called me fucking ‘Alcatraz’ go because you’re sick,” Albert said, hoisting his bag onto his back and slipping his laptop under his arm, “I love you, too, I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Kay, bye,” Race hung up and Albert pocketed his phone. He threw his many coffee cups into the trashcan on his way out of the library and made his way across the street to the campus convenient store.

He was able to find the apple juice easily and found several pre-packaged Panera soups not long after. At first it looked like they only offered broccoli cheddar and chicken noodle, but after some shifting around, he was able to find a singular cup of french onion. On his way to check out, he picked up some sudafed and theraflu for good measure, along with a couple disposable thermometers. The line to check out was annoyingly long, but within ten minutes, he was leaving the shop with a singular bag in hand. He put his hood up to combat the cold winds that had been blowing through campus in the past week and began his trek to the bus stop. The bus was already there when he approached and he jogged in order to make it on, briefly flashing his student card to the bus driver on his way to find a seat. The bus was abnormally crowded, but the journey to his apartment complex was fairly short, so Albert opted to stand. Upon arrival, the bus driver pulled up to the very front of the building, saving Albert from the prospect of having to walk through the snow that had begun to fall during the ride. He thanked the driver profusely and hurried inside, taking the elevator up to his and Race’s floor.

When he entered his apartment, it was obvious that something was off. All the lights were off and the shades were drawn. Race wasn’t at his usual place on the couch and it looked like he hadn’t gone to any of his classes considering his shoes were in the same position they had been when he left. Albert frowned, wracking his brain for any signs that Race had been sick that morning before he’d left. He had seemed fine, all things considered. But then again, Albert hadn’t really checked and Race had been half-asleep.

He kicked off his own shoes and shed his jacket, placing his backpack on a chair in the living room on his way to the kitchen, where he quickly heated up the soup and poured a tall glass of apple juice. He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and crossed the hall to his and Race’s shared bedroom. He knocked lightly before entering and softened slightly when he took in his boyfriend, propped up on the pillows with his eyes closed.

“Hey,” he whispered and Race blinked open his eyes groggily, “I brought you the soup you wanted. How’re you feeling?”

Race reached out for the soup and Albert handed it to him, sitting on the edge of the bed as he did so. He placed a comforting hand on Race’s knee as he sipped the soup straight from the plastic cup, abandoning the spoon Albert had offered him.

“M’achey, and m’head hurts and my throat feels like someone took a fork to it and my tummy feels all weird and m’pretty sure I passed out earlier,” Race rambled, through a mouthful of onion, “But I’m fine, how are you?”

Albert hummed apologetically and motioned for Race to scoot over, then slipped under the blankets next to him. Race immediately curled into his side, “I’m sorry you got so sick, love.”

Race groaned, “Me too, it sucks. I wish I weren’t.”

“Here,” Albert said, opening a packet of the theraflu and handing Race a tablet, “Take one of these. That should help with some of the acheyness and the headache and throat ache and stuff.”

Race washed down the tablet with some apple juice, then fixed Albert with an apologetic look, “Hey, Al?”

Albert knew what was coming and bit back the urge to sigh, “You don’t want the soup, do you?”

Race shrugged sheepishly, “I do, but my tastebuds don’t.”

“That’s fine,” Albert said, taking the cup from him and putting it on the bedside table, “Finish your apple juice, though.”

Race wordlessly chugged the rest of the apple juice and handed the empty glass to Albert, who placed it next to the soup.

“M’tired,” Race declared, laying his head on Race’s chest.

“Wanna sleep?” Albert asked, subconsciously running a hand through Race’s curls. Race nodded and Albert pressed a kiss to his head.

“Alright, want me to stay?”

“I mean, yeah,” Race said, “We’re literally cuddling, would I kick you out?”

“Sometimes I don’t know with you,” Albert said, defensively, “But of course I’ll stay. Sleep now, we’ll take your temperature when you wake up. I love you.”

He could feel Race smiled against his shirt, “I love you, too.”

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[willgayers]

like, imagine eddie working in a 24/7 convinience store during the night shift (like,,, 11pm-4am) and richie is a regular that just comes in the weirdest hours and buys the most bizarre combo of items and is always trying to flirt w eddie making puns with whatever items hes buying and eddie lowkey likes it (cue stan rolling his eyes)

lmaooo yes yes yes!!

eddie fucking HATES it

but he’s a destitute student (arent we all ha ha ha… send me money) so its not like he really has a choice ya know

he only really likes one of his co-workers (martha) and hates everyone else

but at least theres… something interesting about his job…

richie tozier is 18 and he lives by himself at a condo downtown and his life was pretty fucking boring taking he’d just moved into derry and he knew literally NO ONE other than the cool chick who lives in the same block of flats and richie saw her wearing a the smiths shirt so they became friends 

but then one night,, richie was about to go for a smoke when he realized he’s all out 

also he was kind of in the mood for chicken nuggets

and now that we’re at it how great would a bottle of soda be with that

he remembers seeing a convenience store near his house so he gets up from his couch and glances at the clock ,,, 2am its not that bad yet

so he gets out of the house and walks over to the store

he swings the door open and glances around. the lamps create a rather ugly yellow shade inside,, an old backstreet boys song is playing from the stereos and richie snorts

he doesnt see anyone behind the counter so he just goes straight to the fridge to grab some nuggets,, waddles over to the soda section and grabs a huge bottle of coke

and then he walks out from behind one isle and sees the prettiest?? boy?? ever??

richie drops the coke bottle and it starts to gush out 

the boy behind the counter snaps his head towards richie the SECOND

richie does nothing

“HEY? EXCUSE ME???”

tozier just gapes at him

“ARE YOU GONNA PICK THAT UP??”

“holy shit” richie literally just blurts out 

“??????” this guy is looking at richie like what the fUCK??

then richie flinches back to the moment

“shit,,, i mean,,, yes,, fuck,” richie starts to reach out for the bottle and eddie is like WHAT is this dude seriously gonna grab the-

the soda is still spilling out and some of it shoots straight against richie’s glasses 

“FUCK” he yelps out and drops the bottle, some MORE of it just filling the floor

“oh my gOd just leave it,,, pay for the rest,” eddie sighs knowing he’s gonna have to clean it up

“i am so,,,so sorry” richie blurts out as he rubs his glasses against his shirt and walks towards the counter

eddie looks at him clearer now that he doesnt have the ridiculously big glasses covering half of his face,,, and he swallows because wow?? he’s actually really cute?? 

“yeah its… whatever” eddie murmurs, licking his lips nervously

“so you’ll take that only?” eddie asks, nodding towards the chicken nugget pack

“and a green marlboro”

eddie fights the urge to roll his eyes. he doesnt get smokers

but instead he just hands him the pack 

“that’ll be 6.50″

“here,, and again i am terribly sorry about…”

they both glance behind richie where the coke is only now starting to die out

“yeah.” eddie just says

a few days later,,, richie’s at the skate park with his only friend in town 

“can i tell you something.” richie asks as they’re chilling on top of their skates

“sure” beverly says,, takin a drag out of her cig

“i saw someone”

beverly starts to smirk wide at him 

“oh yeah??? whats she look like i might know her”

richie glances away

“uh.. not a she, actually. a he”

“i go both ways” richie shrugs as beverly’s silently asking if he’s..? not that she’d judge him but out of curiosity

“okay well, whats HE look like”

“he works at the convenience store” richie says and the second he does beverly bursts out laughing

richie’s like ???what???

“oh my god, EDDIE KASPBRAK???”

“you know him???”

“ohh boy eddie kaspbrak is the princess of this town there’s no way in hell you’re gonna get with him”

richie’s heart sinks a little 

“but hey!! theres plenty of pretty boys in this town”

richie doesnt care he wants that one

eddie’s lowkey thought of the weird guy who spilled coke all over the carpet also 

one night richie’s about to make food but realizes he’s out of french fries. and he wants to eat chicken with french fries. he cant possibly eat it with rice that he has,, he just has to eat it with french fries oh well haha what a great thing he lives next to a convenience store!!

so he goes there,, and ,, its faith its destiny or at least thats what tozier thinks eddie is working 

eddie’s stomach flips

mostly because he’s afraid he’s gonna break something again 

“hello” richie says

“…hi..” eddie says, watching as richie walks,, trying to be all cool and casual but ends up walking against a Lays shelf

eddie drops his head quickly to hide his laughter as an embarrassed richie starts gathering up the chips

he ends up taking one tho only so that he can say he “did it on purpose”

“so you’re taking chips and french fries huh???”

“well why not. i like potatoes”

“great”

“uh-huh”

richie’s just staring at eddie as he’s doing his job and eddie can feel this so his cheeks are kinda heating up 

“and a pack of green marlboros”

“right” eddie says,, remembering this from last time 

“that’ll be 10dollars”

“thanks eddie”

eddie almost chokes as the guy flashes him a smirk and is about to leave

“how do you know my name???”

richie just winks and eddie’s stomach flips again but this time its over something completely different and before eddie could ask his name richie’s out of the store already. proud w himself

richie doesnt say anything to bevvie tho even tho they hang out bc he doesnt want 1) beverly to bring him down 2) to ruin the great moment when he’s gonna tell beverly he’s got a date with eddie and see the look on her face

after a couple of days richie goes back to buy a twix bar. and more cigarettes

“hi eds” richie says as he walks in and eddie goes bright red

“do not call me eds”

richie smirks as he shuffles to the desk 

“can i have a pack of-”

eddie slams the marlboro green to the counter

richie smirks lightly

“and a twix” 

“those are in front of you” eddie snaps

“yeah i know that, you handing it to me would’ve just been a great moment to accidentally brush my fingers against yours tho” richie sighs as he grabs the twix and places it on the desk with a sweet smile

eddie’s eyes widen and he has to fake a cough 

“FIVE TWENTY, THANK YOU”

“here ya go” richie says and slides him the money

“whats your name??” eddie asks 

“oh, are you interested in knowing??”

“no, but since you somehow know mine which is kind of stalkery and creepy-”

“richie” richie says as he opens the chocolate bar wrapper and bites down to it 

eddie blinks at him

“richie”

“yeah” richie bites his chocolate again “thats me”

“you enjoying that?” eddie nods towards the twix bar that richie’s literally gorged

“i’ve had better things in my mouth but its okay”

eddie’s jaw drops lightly and he just stares at richie 

and then someone clears their throat so eddie turns his gaze to the rather pissed off looking lady behind richie and he clears his throat

“oKAY! NEXT CUSTOMER PLEASE!”

richie glances behind him 

“hey we were having a conversation here”

eddie’s eyes widen

“UH, NO WE WEREN’T!” Eddie fakes a nervous laugh “please just,, step ahead!!”

“wow, rude eds. im gonna go then”

“ooookayyyyy,,, byeeee” eddie says as he’s already beeping the next customer’s stuff but as richie walks away he still steals a glance at his back

richie just keeps on going back

everytime he buys something weird 

“a vanilla candle..”

“yes, i like the smell”

“uh-huh”

*next time*

“meatballs and popcorn? please tell me you’re not mixing these two”

“i wasnt gonna but thanks for the idea”

*next time*

“cat food? you have a cat?”

“no” 

eddie frowns

“then why would you buy cat food?”

“i wanted to see you” :’)

kaspbrak tries to ignore the butterflies he’s feeling rn

“…three thirty”

“thats some expensive kitty food. well, i hope my next door neighbor tanya will appreciate this”

“youre buying this for your neighbor??”

“yeah. she’s a nice old romani lady with three cats” richie says as he grabs the cat food and eddie starts to smile a little because thats so cute??

richie notices the smile and he just smiles back. no flirts or anything just smiles 

“see ya later alligator” richie says and eddie rolls his eyes amusedly 

“bye”

days pass by,,, richie coming in practically every day and he just doesnt even look around anymore he just grabs the first thing at hands length and puts it to the counter

batteries,, candy bags,, motorcycle magazines,, even tampons once

“…..”

“i get bad nosebleeds” 

and eddie actually lets out a chuckle. an actual ,,, true chuckle and richie gets the biggest smile

“you want your regular?” eddie asks

“huh?”

“the marlboros”

“oh no i quit” richie shrugs and eddie looks surprised

“really?”

“yeah” richie shrugs

(lowkey he quit bc he somehow found out eddie doesnt like smokers)

*eddie heart-eyes intensify*

*another time*

richie’s feeling flirty one friday and buys a pack of condoms

“yyyyello” he says as he slams the pack against the table

eddie looks at it and oh wow he feels like he’s been hit in the chest

why the hell??? he doesnt even know this guy??? yet he kinda feels like he does??? 

“who’s the lucky girl” eddie comments as he beeps the pack

“who says its a girl” richie asks and eddie gets even more pissed off now because??? hE LIKES BOYS??? THATS EVEN WORSE

“right” eddie just dramatically snaps and before he can say the price richie speaks

“im kidding i dont really wanna buy those” he says

eddie quirks a brow

“huh?”

“i dont need them”

silence

“im not having sex”

silence

“i mean i ,,, i do have sex but im not currently having sex”

“…uh huh okay, thanks for sharing this w-”

“okay im getting DESPERATE i need you to go out on a date with me”

eddie’s eyes widen as he raises both of his brows now

“im sorry what”

“yes ,,oh my god PLEASE i’ve been coming here literally every day i thought it would be obvious as im buying things like fucking,,, tampons and protein bars when you can clearly see i haven’t worked out a day in my life”

eddie starts to smile (bc thats true)

“okay”

richie’s taken aback

“huh??”

“okay, i’ll go on a date with you”

“what seriously???”

“yeah” eddie smirks but then jokingly goes serious “just… dont put tampons up your nose”

“i promise i wont i dont even- well sometimes when i do get-”

eddie raises amused brows

“sorry” richie apologizes for talking too much again

eddie grabs a piece of paper and scrabbles something before folding it and handing it to richie

(smooth finger brushing was done btw)

(eddie did it on purpose)

(which sent tingles down richie’s spine)

“i have a free day tomorrow”

“oK THATS GREAT I GOTTA GO NOW BYE” richie’s shocked™

“wait!” eddie stopped him just as richie was about to turn around

“arent you forgetting something??” he says and richie drops his gaze to the counter where eddie’s sliding the condom pack towards richie

richie could fucking cry as he looks at the smirk on eddie’s face

“i dont-” he utters out like what the FuCk Is GoiNg ON

eddie doesnt say anything just raises his brows so richie swallows and nods and grabs the pack, shakily shoving them to the back of his jeans before he gets out and looks at the paper

its got a number

and then 

eddie ,,, and a small heart after that

richie fucking SWOONS and he could do the whole breakfast club fist pump to the air 

they have their date and its lit af and awh

and on monday richie hangs out with beverly

his phone rings and he answers

“hey cutie”

beverly raises her brows

“yeah im still at the skate park.”

silence

“yeah??” richie asks “yeah sure of course!! come here. ok see you”

“who was that?” bevvie asks

richie just smirks

bc literally seconds later eddie walks over (he was just around the corner)

beverly’s mouth drops

“hey!!” eddie smiles as he makes his way over to the two of them,, leaning down to press a kiss to richie’s lips as he sits down 

“beverly,, you might know eddie” richie looks at beverly as he speaks ,, mentally saying HA HA BITCH!!!

beverly just gapes at the two of them

“hi:)” - eddie

“…hi…” beverly gives him an awkward smile

“so like,,, i was supposed to go to work today right?? but then my boss called me and wait im gonna show you this mail i was supposed to take to the post office-”

as eddie starts to grab something from his backpack and goes on with his talking,, beverly turns her shocked gaze to richie who just looks so fucking proud 

“are you serious???” beverly mouths

“ohhh yeah” richie mouths back at him

“hey babe?” richie asks 

“yeah?” eddie asks, turning his head towards richie from his backpack

“gimme another kiss” richie pouts and eddie rolls his eyes, kissing him again. richie starts jokingly planting dozens of tiny kisses on his mouth, making eddie giggle

beverly’s jaw only drops lower

they hang out for some time but once eddie leaves,, beverly speaks

“well,,, guess i was wrong” 

richie just smiles wide bc ofc she was

its reddie

how do i end this??

fuck

bye

the end

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Sick Peter

A/n: Hey lovelies! I’ve been having some pretty bad writers block and have been busy with some school as well. I know this one is kinda small, but hope you enjoy anyway. 

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Summary: When Peter gets sick its worse than a normal human.

“Ned where is Peter I haven’t seen him at all today?”

“May made him stay home because he’s sick. I went over yesterday and his room was a tornado. I mean worse than the usual tornado. I also think he got me sick. I feel a scratchy throat coming on.”

“I’ll go see him after school.”

Neither May or Peter opened the door so I used my spare key to get in and saw that the place was a mess. I picked up the trash that missed the can and washed the dishes and fixed the couch that was disassembled everywhere.

It was very quiet so I assumed both of them were sleeping and would probably want to eat something that wasn’t canned when they woke up. 

May always keeps her fridge stocked since Peter eats almost 2x his weight each meal. The chicken noodle soup got started and pretty soon May wandered out of her room with a blanket around her shoulders.

“Y/n? I didn’t realize you were here.” 

“I made soup. Ned told me Peter was sick so I wanted to come and see if he was ok ,but I thought you guys were asleep and so.... soup.” I told her.

“That’s very sweet. You even cleaned up and it smells delicious.”

“It’ll be done in like 5 to 10 minutes since it’s been on for awhile.”

“You haven’t checked on Peter yet? When you do be quiet and careful. His room is a mess. More than usual.”

“So i’ve been told.” I smiled and carefully went to walk in his room.

The door pushed stuff out of the way as I walked in. I literally could not see the floor with all the clothes and tissues lying around. He was still sleeping and next to him was a 2 liter of ginger ale and saltine crackers.

I threw most of his clothes into his basket and the tissues in his trash before I washed my hands and took my sweatshirt off. He had May’s humidifier going and the heat all the way up and I was starting to sweat. My sweatshirt hung over the edge of his bed and I sat by his head to brush away his hair.

He shot up. “Y/n?”

“I made soup if you’re feeling up to it. Or I can get more saltines if you aren’t?”

“You’re going to get sick.” His voice was all scratchy and an about half an octave lower.

“Well someone has to get you and May to eat.” He sighed.

“ Well I was puking for about an hour straight so I don’t know if soup will be good. I had soup earlier and puked it up.”

“So saltines?”

“yea and maybe just a small bowl of soup. This isn’t the canned one right?”

“Nope.”

I got up and came with a bowl that wasn’t all the full and a new carton of saltines. He ate all the soup pretty fast along with the entire carton of saltines.

“I guess you’re feeling better.” I told him.

“I mean I still feel pretty shitty. My head hurts and its cold.” He pulled the covers tighter around him as I took his bowl away to the kitchen. When I came back he was groaning and laying on his side.

“Do you need to puke?” 

“No my head and throat hurt.”

“Did you take medicine?”

“No......”

“Peter are you that dense? I’ll get you an Advil or do you prefer Tylenol???”

“I can’t sdolwojrpill” He whispered into his blanket.

“What?”

“ I can’t swallow the pill. There I said it. I’m a sixteen year old who can’t take a tiny ass pill.” He groaned making me laugh.

“You do realize you can crush it up and put it in food right?”

“What?”

“Honestly why do I even ask?” I said rolling my eyes and laughing at him. 

I left and crushed up an Advil and mixed it in with applesauce. 

“What are you doing?” May asked.

“Peter can’t swallow a pill.”

“He cant? I’ll show him how later.” She smiled putting her empty bowl in the sink then headed over to the couch and turned on the t.v.

“Peter I have your medicine.” I handed him the bowl of applesauce.

“Thank you.” While he ate I looked at his clock and realized it was getting really late.

“Hey I have to go soon. It’s getting late.” I went to get my sweatshirt, but it wasn’t at the edge of the bed anymore.

“Peter where did my sweatshirt go?” I asked looking around the room for it.

“I don’ know.” He pulled the blankets closer to him.

I smiled and crossed my arms across my chest “Peter are you wearing my sweatshirt?” 

“What?! No I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I pulled on his covers sending him shivering and saw him in my sweatshirt. “So you’re a liar now???”

He groaned and curled up “Its just soooo softtttt.”

“That’s because I bought it in the mens section. You can wear it. I’ll just steal one of yours and go home.”

“Noooooo. Don’t leave.” He whined stretching his arms out towards me.

“Peter I have school tomorrow.”

“You can still go to school. It’ll just be a sleepover.”

“You’re sick I don’t want to keep you awake Peter.”

“Y/n pleaaaaaasssssseeee.” His voice cracked as he shivered.

I sighed picking up the covers and sat on his bed.

“Alright.” I pulled the covers back around him and pressed my lips to his forehead which was burning. “Do you want some more soup? You’re burning up.”

“No. I’m not hungry.I’m just really cold. Cuddle?????” 

I laid on his pillow and pulled him on top of me and he stopped shivering as he rested his head on my chest.

“Better?”

“Mmmhmmm” I ran my fingers through his hair and felt him relax more into me as he played with my other hand.

“Night Parker.” I told him as I felt myself fall asleep with the warmth he radiated.

Next day I showed up to chem sporting Peter’s sweatshirt since he still had mine and Ned was surprised to see me.

“How are you not sick? You spent the whole afternoon and nigh over in the disease ridden apartment. Even aunt may got sick.” Ned sniffled.

“I’ve got super powers didn’t ya know?” I joked.

“You mean like deadpool?” He poked me with a pencil.

“Nope. Just a really good immune system.”

“Dude what are you doing here?” I turned around to find that Ned was talking to Peter. He was in my sweatshirt slouching with tired eyes. He was better than yesterday.

“I can’t miss the Spanish test.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yes you can go back home.” I told him trying to push him back out of the class before the bell rang.

 “Y/n I’m seriousss.” 

“Go home. I’ll take it for you.”

“How?”

 “You have Spanish two periods before me. I can miss english and go to your Spanish class dressed like you. I already know how to copy your handwriting. Now go before you infect the whole school.”

“But he’ll notice it isn’t me.”

“ Not if I sit in the back with the hood on and hair tucked in. He knows you’re sick so he’ll probably just think you aren’t feeling well.”

“I don’t know....” his voice disappeared the more he talked and he was wobbling at this point.

“Peter I swear if you don’t go now I won’t come over later.”

“Alright nice to see you guys I’m going back to bed.” Peter waved good bye.

I showed up at Peter’s apartment and a sick May in sweatpants with a messy bun opened the door.

“I brought more soup!”I told her

“Y/n you are a savior.” She let me in and grabbed a bowl from the cupboard.

“ How is Peter doing?”

“Well he was asleep for a bit and I think he is awake now because he said you would be coming over.”

I opened his door to find him in a fort of blankets in which I had to refrain from laughing at.

“Did you leave any blankets for May? She’s sick too you know.” I said slipping his sweatshirt off. 

“How’d the test go?”

“Pretty good. Like I said he didn’t even realize that I wasn’t you.” 

“How did you learn my handwriting again?” He asked opening part of his blanket fort to me.

“Dont worry bout it Parker.” I winked at him and slid under his arm into his side. “ now you can go get some more soup that I brought and then we can watch tv or something.”

“I love you. You’re the best.” My heart stopped and I tensed against his side.

“What?” I looked up at him.

His eyes widened when he realized what he said. “ I-i said I love you a-and you’re the b-best. You’re always there for everything no matter how big or small and I just...”

“Love you too Parker.” 

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