#why is Eddie carrying him soo…

[shieldofiron]

ALSO when Eddie and Jason finally figure out the relationship and sex part of everything Eddie has to keep reminding himself Edward you CANNOT be attracted to your boyfriend because of the side effects of something that fucked over his entire life. The thing is though, with the fact that Jay hasn't been able to work out his legs at all and that he hasn't been able to do all of the running his thighs have Eddie carrying him to the nearest surface and stuffing his good, pretty, completely and utterly perfect boy the way he deserves.

Asks have me all flustered 😵‍💫🫠🥵

[monstrousfemale]

could you write a ficlet for your spotify wrapped no.8 song pls? ☺️

aaaaaa Thanks soo much for asking, I was so excited bc this is definitely on my top 5 favorite songs ever. I hope you like it 😌 Warning for Mature content and loads of angst. I crossposted this to AO3 because I just liked it a lot... Ain't much but it's honest work.

led by blind faith - Mature, 1845 words

"I don't know why we thought this would work."

The words echo over the payphone, carried over thousands of miles. They hurt just as bad as if they had been said right in Eddie's ear. 

He wants to fight, wants to ask Steve, just how could he say that? Instead, he breathes deep; in, out. 

"I love you," he says, because it's true. Because he wants it to be enough. 

"I know."

The line clicks off, and Eddie is left in the phone booth, pressing his forehead to grimy glass. Outside, Gareth has been tapping his index finger to his wrist. It's time. 

Steve holds Eddie's hand as they wade into the ocean. These shores are not the same as the ones back home, the waters are always colder. But they're alone on the beach, and Eddie clings to Steve's hand as they hiss their way into the frigid depths. 

Steve laughs at him, his nose scrunched up, eyes brighter than the sun overhead. 

"I love you," Steve says, like it's easy. It's always easier when they are together, actually on the same continent, sharing the same bed. 

"I know," Eddie says. He grins when he jumps on Steve, causing both of them to go under. 

"It's late," Eddie says, eyes stuck outside the window of his hotel. There's a tree swaying in the wind. It's late Fall, and its leaves are mostly orange. The European weather is unforgiving, and there's already a mess of fallen leaves on the hotel's lawn.

"I missed you."

It punches a hole in Eddie's chest, crosses his body like a pen through a sheet of paper. Like an arrow through the heart. Eddie thinks about writing it down, could probably use that for his next song. But Steve is sniffling on the other side of the line, and he can't make his feet move.

"I miss you, babe," Eddie says, yawns. It's true, he always does. Travelling with the band is fun, and he loves it. He loves playing for sold out venues and scream-singing his lyrics to audiences that know them by heart. 

But he does also love Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins. He does wish he could bring him along, hates that he can't. Hates that Steve is at home working a 9 to 5 to pay for his own college education, because he won't let Eddie help. 

"I wish you were home," Steve says, his voice low. He's trying not to sound like he's crying, and Eddie's chest is so full for him, he feels like he might just explode. 

"I wish so, too."

"You never call anymore." 

Eddie sighs, tries not to get defensive. He's not calling because he's busy, he's tired, he's living life. So is Steve, he knows he is. 

"I'll try to check in more."

"I hear more from the agent than from you," Steve says, and it's not even an accusation. It's just hurt seeping through. "She calls and gives me the hotel numbers, and tells me you're still not eating right, and still only up after 1PM, no matter the time zone. I miss you, Eddie."

"Steve, I'm trying."

"Yeah, so am I."

"Look, I'm not trying to scare you, or make things worse… but how do you know he's not off kissing cute European guys?"

Steve brushes his hair off his face, checks his watch again. He has to call Eddie in an hour. And he loves Robin, he does, and he knows she's just saying this because she's his friend, and she cares about him… But he wishes he had to go right now, doesn't want to have this conversation. He trusts Eddie, but also he knows what the answer makes him sound like. 

Nevertheless, Steve says what he always says whenever someone asks about the stability of his long-distance relationship.

"It's blind faith."

Robin doesn't have pity in her eyes when she looks at him after that, like a lot of others had had before. She just looks worried. He smiles softly at her, steals the last of her popcorn, and tries not to think about that faith. He really does trust Eddie. And Eddie trusts him. 

Eddie pushes Steve against the hotel room door, thigh between his, lets him grind down against him. 

Tells him, "That's it baby, you feel so good, so good, Steve."

Steve clings onto his hair, kisses him like his life depends on it.

They don't get a lot of moments like this, Steve doesn't get to travel much. But it was their anniversary, and Eddie was still on the road. He finally convinced Steve to allow him to get the tickets, and here they are. Making out in a hotel room in South America.

In the background, to drown out their sounds, The Cure is playing from a tiny stereo. 

Steve sings along as he throws himself onto Eddie's bed, smiling through the lyrics.

You, soft and only You, lost and lonely You, just like Heaven 

Eddie holds on tight to Steve’s hips, moves with him, touches him in worship. Whispers “you’re just like Heaven” into Steve’s collarbones, into his neck, into his chest. Steve whimpers for him, beautiful, divine.

"I can't fucking talk to you when you're like this," Steve says, exasperation dripping off every word. 

It may be midnight wherever Eddie is, but for him, it's the middle of the day, and he has shit to do. 

"You asked me to call," Eddie says, slurring. He's high, Steve can tell. And it's not weed, when he's high off pot he gets cozy and chill. Now, he is extra hyper and off, and Steve hates his voice when he's like this. Suspects coke or some other shit. He doesn't want to know.

"You promised me you wouldn't get high on the road. This is not okay. This is your career on the line, Eds."

"Oooh, you never call me that," Eddie chuckles, but it's dark. Nothing like his usual laughter. "I thought you wanted me to call more. I'm calling."

It hurts. Feels like being punched over the head, and Steve has plenty of experience with that. The dull ache, the dizzying effects. He's so tired. One more concussion and he might just be done for. 

"Don't call like this again. You’re putting me through hell." 

It's Eddie who hangs up. 

“I love you. I don’t think I could ever love anyone else like this.”

“Sometimes it’s not enough, Eddie. You know this. We knew this.”

There's a beat. Steve thinks maybe the call dropped. Thinks about the phone bill for international calls.

“Don’t say that, please,” Eddie finally says, and there’s something so solid in his tone that grounds Steve.

“Eddie, it’s just so…” Steve doesn’t know what he wants to say. It’s hard. It’s fucking lonely. It feels like pure desperation sometimes. 

“I know, I know. I’m so sorry, please Steve,” he’s begging, and Steve doesn’t know what to do with it. Hates himself a little too much for making Eddie sound like that. “Please, I need you to forgive me.”

“It’s not just about that one call, you know things were hard before that. It’s not even all your fault.” 

“Steve…”

“I’m in love with you. I don’t think I could ever love anyone else, either.”

There’s a sharp exhalation, relief that seems to worm its way from Eddie, through the phone line, into Steve’s brain. 

“I really am sorry,” Eddie says, means it. Steve knows he does. 

“Me too,” Steve says, sighing. “We’re going to be okay.” He doesn’t know if he’s trying to comfort Eddie or himself with that, but he suspects it doesn’t do a lot for either of them. Nothing could, right now. 

Eddie calls in the middle of the night, wakes Steve up at 3AM. Steve grumbles, but he’s happy to hear his voice.

“It’s witching hour, baby,” Eddie says, voice low and breathy. He’s mindful of Steve being extra sensitive to loud noises when he’s just woken up. Steve suspects there might be something else behind it tonight, though.

“I miss you,” Steve offers, untangles the phone cord on his bedside table. Pushes a hand below the blankets, brushes over his stomach, lets his palm rest there. 

“I miss you, big boy. Woke up thinking of you. Barely 11AM, aren’t you proud of me?”

“Hmm, sure, you want a prize for that?”

Eddie hesitates, and Steve smiles. He’s awake enough now that he has no doubts in his mind about what this call is. 

“Not a prize…” Eddie says, and he already sounds out of breath. Steve wonders where Eddie’s hands have been wandering, if he had already been touching before he even dialed. 

“Mm, no. A reward, maybe?” Steve asks, but his fingers are already dipping down the front of his pants. 

“Yeah, that sounds good. What do you have in mind?” 

“Oh, you’d love what I have in mind. For now, though, speed up for me? I can hear you, you know. You sound wet.”

Eddie makes a noise that has Steve hard in his own fist, and they get lost in each other’s voices and sounds like they usually would from much closer by. 

When Steve comes, he misses Eddie so bad he almost cries. 

When Eddie comes, he tells Steve he loves him so many times it sounds like prayer, and Steve falls back asleep with the phone stuck between his ear and his shoulder. 

They had met just before Corroded Coffin had been put on the map. Steve had been dragged to a concert because Dustin had needed a ride, and he had finally conceded. Eddie had invited them backstage, had doted on Dustin like only Steve ever would. They had probably fallen in love over the top of Dustin’s curly head of hair. 

Steve tries to remember that. He tries to focus on how easy it had been to fall, when he goes to bed alone after a long day at work. He tries to console himself with the knowledge that Eddie could have just said no to this arrangement, could have chosen to be single when he had headed out on a goddamn world tour. They had only been officially dating for a year when the band had gotten an opportunity to open for some big metal band Steve had never heard of before.

So Steve focuses on the love he feels, focuses on what he knows. And what he knows is that being with Eddie is worth it. 

It doesn’t make things hurt less, though. Just kind of helps manage the pain.

Eddie comes home on a Friday afternoon. Steve picks him up from the airport, has a sign that reads “my rock star” on it. Eddie looks tired, but the smile he has for Steve is large enough to lighten up his face, even if he calls him cheesy for the sign.

Eddie kisses him, and when they walk side by side to the car, Eddie’s arm over his shoulder, Steve thinks that, just maybe, they’re getting away with this after all.  

[scribbles97]

Even your unbaked version is so so eloquent 💕 This turned into a whole page of reading into things so I will be kind to the people on my dash and put it under a cut...

“believing he's not worth anybody's time unless he's hurt”

Picking this out specifically because I know there’s been a lot of discourse over the Buckley Parents in this episode. I’m in agreement with the people that have said that this isn’t redeeming them, it’s Buck choosing to move forward in his relationship with them because he feels that they’re trying. They weren’t there any of the other times he was in hospital, but they are now.

But I also believe that the couch and redecorating is just the grownup version of how they treated him when he was injured as a kid soo…

“That msg on the wall is a reminder for him.”

Yes!!! And a reminder that his subconscious must be starting to believe in. It shows us just how far Buck's character has come from the last time we saw his parents in Buck Begins where we all know he was still very much of the belief that if he couldn't save people who was he? Of course, there's things that he sees that he wants to try and fix (the whole donor arc) but I think Bobby's line whilst they're playing cards "You walked away from a world where you could fix everything" signifies a true turning point in Buck and how he sees himself in the world.

I think it's also a reminder to himself of the realisation that being Buck is enough. If you look closely the same message is there in the first scene where Buck meets Coma!Bobby, but you can't read it for everything else that's in the way. Considering that this is all in Buck's head, it's suggesting to me that on a surface level he knows that he is enough and he is valued by his 118 family by just being him. It's only at the end of the Coma Dream that he truly starts to believe it and really sees it as being true. Of course there's still that little bit of doubt there in his self conscious, which is perhaps why we don't see the whole message in full, but Buck is becoming confident enough in himself to 'break the glass' as Chimney put it and let his family do their bit in helping.

Which from what I've read is what we're going to see explored in another episode?

“They never stopped trying because they loved each other enough to never give up”

Excellent call back to the balcony scene where Buck says basically this! (Or maybe even this word for word?). For me this was the real meaning of the episode - the Found Family of it all.

Right before the lightning strike Buck literally says "it almost felt like an actual family." Well Buck... what's missing? What are you referencing this against? What is an 'actual' family to him?

The 118 perhaps?

I feel like I could read into Eddie's response here of "You are an actual family." ... something something,the 118 being an actual family something...my brain is blanking right now so coherent thoughts on this are welcome.

But anyway, "never stop trying and never give up" is exactly what we see in action at the end of 6x10. We see Buck's found family doing everything they possibly can to bring him back and get him home.

And in the end of 6x11 we see Buck making a choice to not give up... very similar to Eddie's choice of not giving up in 3x15.

Which brings me to another thing...

Fix You was an excellent song choice here, I do not fault whoever made that decision. It is Buck to a T if you properly listen to the lyrics that play. HOWEVER... Why not Carry You? The song that played in Eddie's flashbacks during 3x15 AND played more recently when the 118 dug Bobby and May out in 5x16.

Both very significant episodes for Found Family.

Maybe they just don't want to overuse the same song or use it in episodes so close together. I just feel like that song would have linked it all up so nicely after May's comment about Buck being Bobby's son, Athena's demanding he wake up, and Christopher's scene telling Buck that this is only temporary.

I apologise, this turned into a long one with a lot of thoughts that people have probably already had or read themselves.

I’m back! Having just rewatched… still so many thoughts, but noticed that in the final coma scene as Daniel follows Buck into the room there’s a whiteboard behind them with something written on it…

I believe that it’s one from It’s a Wonderful Life (though I’ve never watched it) - remember no man is failure who has friends

I could absolutely go on a rant about the significance of this but wondered if you had any thoughts until I can get something more coherent down 😅

Lol, I remember seeing this one first watch, and I was like, yeah, Buck has his friends, his work family, the family that chooses him every day.

His bio family did a number on him, which has had him believing he's not worth anybody's time unless he's hurt or useful for years.

And in that dream world, he doesn't go to his bio family for help, he goes to his chosen family. To Chimney and Hen and Bobby - the siblings figures and the father figure.

That msg on the wall is a reminder of what is waiting for him. He never failed his chosen family, and they have never failed him, and as long as he has them, he will be okay.

This also threw me to 3x03, where Buck tries to understand why Eddie leaves him with Christopher after the tsunami, Eddie tells him, "And what, you think you failed him?" And "I love him enough to never stop trying, and I know you do too."

Buck's chosen family never failed Buck, and he never failed them, and even through the highs and lows, they never stopped trying because they loved each other enough to never give up.

Unlike certain bio parents, whom, according to Oliver, will be gone by next episode.

Buck's friends, his true family, the one he fought to return to (like in s3, minus the lawsuit), they will be there for him when he really need the support.

This is the unbaked version😅, tell me what you think? 👀❤️

[hunterwritings]

unexpected | part ii ⭒

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summary: eddie takes the quiet girl out for lunch

pairing(s): eddie munson x quiet!shy!reader

warnings: cursing, making out(?), self-consious reader, eddie just being head-over-heels for reader

word count: 2.3k

notes: I got very carried away with this part guys fjdbsn so it's longer than most of my works but it's SO GOOD

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv (coming soon 👀)

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You gently tapped your pencil against your desk as your lips pursed together tightly. You were sitting at home, finishing up some assignments on a Saturday afternoon. You sighed, quietly humming to the ambience music you had put on in the background. You were home alone since your parents had both gone to work earlier this morning.

You had almost jumped out of your seat when you heard the landline ring. Quickly, you popped up onto your feet and headed downstairs to reach the phone. You had assumed it was one of your parents at work, telling you about something they had planned for dinner or that they were working overtime tonight.

"Hello?" You started as you picked up the phone and held it to your ear.

"Good Afternoon, (L/N)!" An enthusiastic voice said on the other line.

"Eddie?" You asked curiously. "Correct-a-mundo." He smugly replied. "How—" you began. "How did you get my number?" You asked, trying to remember if you had given it to him or not. "Oh yeah, we uhh, we exchanged numbers a while ago for a project." He explained, leaning against the wall of his room as he talked on the phone. "Oh right!" You blurted out, holding a hand over your eyes in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I forgot about that." You told him with a dumb smile on your face, you could hear him laughing on the other end of the line. "That's alright." He chuckled. "So, I was thinking—" He started, drawing out his words dramatically. "Wondering, if you'd like to go with me, out to get lunch. There's this new restaurant a couple miles away, and I was just uh, seeing if you'd like to go with me." He spoke, an anxious sigh leaving his mouth as his lips pursed tightly together.

You stood there, lips parted slightly, as your mind tried to process what he offered. Your lips moved as if you were going to say something, but you couldn't muster up any words.

"You still there?" He asked on the other line, bitting his lip in anticipation. "Yes, yeah, I'm sorry." You replied. "It's just, um—" you tried to find the words to speak to him. "Really?" You asked, wondering if all of this is some elaborate prank or something. "Yes, I really would like to." He smiles on the other line, not aware that a huge smile was also spread across your face. "Soo, what do you say?" He asks quickly and nervously.

"Um—" you sigh as you look around, wondering if it was okay to leave the house without your parents permission. Your lips were pressed together in a tight line as you shook your head. Various thoughts went through your head, wondering why Eddie Munson had taking a liking to you all of the sudden, you had the fear in the back of your head that this could all be an elaborate ruse to humiliate you somehow. It was unlikely, but it still scared you for a moment. But, you had known Eddie from the few times you talked to him and knew that he didn't hang around the popular kids, especially not someone like Jason. As a surprise to you, when you had worked with him a couple times before, he was quite nice and respectful towards you. You decided to go with your gut and trust that he was being genuine.

"Yeah, I'd love to go." You said softly as you heard a sigh of relief on the other side of the line. "Great! That— that is just great." He practically screams with joy and balling his fist with excitement. "Could you just maybe give me half an hour to get ready?" You asked politely. "Of course, of course! Take your time." He reassures you quickly. "Okay, thank you." The smile on your face had grown wider than you could even believe. "Of course, I'll see you soon." He said. "Okay." You added before hanging up the phone back on the wall. Your back pressed harshly against the wall, your heart practically beating out of chest. You quickly turned to run up the stairs and find an outfit to get ready to go out.

After about 20 minutes, you had found an outfit you were happy with and put on light makeup. You jumped slightly as you heard a knock on your door, knowing that it was Eddie. "Coming!" You yelled from upstairs as you quickly slung your tote bag over your shoulder so that the strap was secure over your chest. You quickly ran down stairs and grabbed ahold of the handle before opening it to reveal Eddie standing there, a large smile spread across his face.

"Hi." You smiled as you stepped out front and closed the door behind you. "Hi." He grinned, looking down at the ground before looking back up at you. You turned and pulled your keys out of your pocket to lock your door before turning back to face him. "You look good." He complimented you, eyeing you up and down. "Oh, thank you." You smiled as you looked down. "You too." You added before Eddie bowed dramatically while holding his hand out to face the van and moved out of your way so that you could walk to the car. You laughed at his gesture as you walked down your porch steps and up to his van. He quickly made his way in front of you and opened the door for you. "Thank you." You smiled at him as he replied, "You're welcome."

You step up and sit down in the passenger seat of his van as he closes the door. He makes his way around and opens the drivers door and sits down before closing the door. "Sorry about the mess." He says as he starts the car. "No it's fine, don't worry." You reassure him, holding your hands up for a moment to add emphasis. He nodded slightly at your reassurance. He pulls out of the driveway and begins on his way to the restaurant.

You drove in silence for a couple minutes before you tried to start a conversation. "I'm glad you called me when you did." You began, getting his attention as he turned his head to look at you for a moment. "Both of my parents are at work right now, and they never really let me go out to places or with other people." You explained with a dry smile. "Well, I am glad that you agreed to go with me." He said with a smile while moving his head with his words.

A couple minutes later, you had arrived to the small new restaurant that Eddie invited you to. He opened your door for you once again as you entered the resturant and walked in after you. The two of you had sat down at a booth across from each other towards the far right end of the resturant. Your waiter had given you menus and walked away to get your drinks.

Silence had consumed you for a couple minutes before Eddie spoke. "Thank you again, for coming out here with me." He spoke genuinely and with a small smile on his face. "Yeah, of course." You softly replied with the same smile. "I'm not trying to be rude or anything but—" you began, looking around, trying to figure out how to word this.

"Why did you ask me out here?" You asked as you looked towards him, his face covered with confusion. "It's just that, we haven't really talked a lot during the year, and, I don't know, it just seems kinda... sudden?" You explain, tightly fiddling with your fingers underneath the table in anxiety. He took a deep breath in before exhaling and looking around.

"Well, I just thought that—" He started.

"Since it's the end of the year, I'd go for it and ask out the sweetest, kindest, most attractive person in the school." He confesses with the largest grin on his face. Then, the most genuine smile spreads across your face, looking down at the table while shaking your head. "You're just saying that." You said, downplaying his confession. "No, I'm not." He said, a serious expression on his face. "I mean all those things, I'm serious." He said, tilting his head to the side with a smile creeping up on his lips. "And I'm gonna be completely honest with you, I never thought those things until we got paired for a project in class. But then, you started talking and knowing so many different things you just—" He chuckled. "You were just such a cool person." He added.

"Me? You think I'm cool?" You asked in disbelief, holding a palm to your chest. "Yeah." He replies. "I'm not cool. I don't go out to cool places and I don't wear cool things, I'm just kinda here." You said, doubting yourself. "No, you know so much about everything! About things I didn't even know existed and so many cool facts about things that I would've never guessed, that's pretty cool." He wanted you to know that this was coming from the heart and that he was being truthful. Your eyes were still glued on the surface of the table as you glance up at him, who is leaning with his forearms against the table and his head tilted slightly to the side. "Y'know, you're very different from what I thought too." You made eye contact with him as you continued. "I don't talk to a lot of people, and when I do some of them are just assholes, but when we talked for the first time you were just so, funny and kind and respectful." You explained as he was soaking up the compliments with a large smirk across his face. "And you have this confidence, that I just don't understand but completely admire." You added with a smile. "Admire? Oh, you flatter me." He said while turning away and batting his hand dramatically, causing a small laugh out of you. "Well, I'm glad you took a chance on me." He says, now holding his face up by leaning his elbow on the table and having his palm on his cheek. "Me too." You added quietly.

A few hours had passed and you both had gotten your food. The two of you talked back and forth constantly, he didn't even think you could talk that much. The whole year he saw you almost completely silent in class, now here you were, telling stories about yourself and laughing loudly at his jokes. He stared in admiration almost the whole time, wondering if someone could be so perfect.

Eddie ended up paying for the check, even though you insisted multiple times to pay but he didn't want you to. You walked out of the restaurant and stood at the entrance of the building, Eddie following shortly behind you. You turned to look at him before walking over to the van. "Thank you for all this, it was fun." You said softly, holding your hands together over your stomach. "Of course, anything for you." He added, not even realizing what he had said, causing you to look down at the ground.

"Hey, I don't want you to think that this some sick trick or that I'm lying to you, because I'm not." He took a step closer to you and held both of your hands into his. "I don't know why but I just—" He stopped and exhaled deeply. "I just think you're amazing, and I thought I'd tell you." He confessed, his voice getting gradually quieter. He looked down at you with those big brown eyes of his as you finally looked up from the ground. Your faces had been only a few inches from each other, both of your eyes on the others lips.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispers, almost inaudible but you could hear him. You took a deep breath and sighed deeply before replying a soft,

"Yes."

Then, Eddie had finally closed the gap between your faces and had his lips on your own. An exhale of relief had left your nostrils as your eyes closed. Your hands had let go of his and reached up to move on to the back of his head and get tangled in his long hair as his lips moved on yours. His hands then pulled you closer to him and set softly on your side. He sneaked his fingers under the hem of your shirt and laid his hands against your skin on your sides. His rings were cold, causing you to shiver and feel the smirk from him against his lips.

After a couple moments, you had pulled away from him, a small string of saliva breaking from both of your mouths. Your face was completely warm at this point and you could feel your heart beating out of you chest, there was no doubt that Eddie could feel it too. A chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at you, a small blush surrounding his cheeks. You let out a sigh as you smiled up at him before lying your head against his chest, pressing your ear up to his chest. To your surprise, you could hear his heart beating very fast, just like yours. His arms moved to wrap around you as he planted a small kiss against the top of your head. "Let's get you home, yeah?" He smiled as you pulled your head away from his chest. "Yeah." You added softly. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder as he swiftly walked you to his van and opened the door for you, before turning and getting into the driver's seat himself.

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Taglist: @eddiemunsonstoes @living-bj-doll @i-dontevenknowman

[reallyromealone]

(name) and Eddie needed a date night.

Bad.

Between taking care of (sons name) and running the store they had very little time for themselves and thus why darling (sons name) was going to be watched for the night by his god parents...with assistance from Joyce of course.

Robin and Steve were great with kids who didn't need diaper changes.

"Ok so here's his diaper bag and a few frozen bags of breast milk and his toys and---"

"(Name), we got it don't worry" Steve said as he went into mom mode with his god kid, the tiny baby kept trying to grab his hair as robin poked his tubby little belly "yeah go have fun! And remember to not get too crazy!"

Apparently when the two asked Joyce to help with (name) she had mentioned it off-handedly to Will and the others and this is how the party ended up trying to "educate" a tiny baby with pop culture while arguing what they should watch first "OBVIOUSLY IT SHOULD BE STAR WARS!" "UH SO WERE GONNA FORGET BEETLEJUICE?!"

The tweens were arguing as Joyce showed Robin and Steve how to change a diaper "he's a wiggly little guy huh" Steve said as he put the diaper on (sons name) who was hell bent on going on an adventure "his dad's Eddie, do you expect anything less?"

"Actually according to my mom (name) was known for being a runner" Dustin said as he grabbed another glass of soda "really?"

"Oh yeah, don't let the calm vibe fool you" Dustin said taking a sip "he's thrown down with bullies for the others and I" and with that Dustin returned as the group decided on a movie, they were watching ghost Busters.

"How did we not know this about (name)?"

"You mean how did YOU not know, (name) literally told billy to fuck off multiple times" Robin said simply as her and Joyce walked out "I remember when he was a pup, constantly coming here to get patched up to avoid getting yelled at by his mom"

The group were watching the movie when (sons name) passed out, the tiny baby snuggled in Joyce's arms as she took him to the play pen (name) and Eddie brought him.

Later Robin and Steve went to check on the baby as everyone passed out, Joyce gone to bed long ago "shit I still can't believe Eddie managed to have a kid with (name)" Steve said looking at the perfect combination of the two in question "I still can't believe they chose us as god parents"

"Well why wouldn't they? We went through a lot together"

The two nodded "they're gonna be amazing parents"

"I almost envy the kid"

The two continued chatting as the tiny baby snoozed away, like his dad he slept starfish and the two felt warmth at this "who do you thinks gonna get hitched next?"

"A thousand percent Nancy"

"Wanna make a bet?"

"I'll take that action"

Come morning little (sons name) was sitting up in his crib babbling away as Dustin came to bring him to breakfast "hey little guy! Uncle Dustin is bringing you to breakfast" Dustin was excited as he carried the tiny baby out, the poor baby still sleepy and hair messy with a bit of drool on his face "you definitely look like (name) right now" he joked as he situated (sons name) into his high chair, Joyce handing him a puree (name) packed "dang he really likes that" Mike jokes as they ate, little (sons name) smacking his ravioli hands excitedly as he was fed.

When (sons name) came to get picked up, it was very noticeable that the couple seemed more...relaxed as they collected the boy who was over the moon to see his parents and clung to (name) and let out tiny grunts at anyone who got near mommy "still with the growling, no one's gonna take mommy" (name) joked as he gently pat his sons bum "was he good?"

"He was chill, though the goblins kept arguing over what movie to show him, heads up he's seen the first fifteen minutes of ghost Busters" Steve joked as robin peered over his shoulder "soo what did you two do ~" she said with a shit eating grin "went out for dinner and took turns playing Mario on the NES" Eddie said simply and the god parents knew that was a bold faced lie but also knew they weren't getting anything from the couple as they said their goodbyes.

X

If you guys want their date night let me know

[yezzyyae]

I’m sorry girlie I am late I didn’t see this😩

Omgg yess I totally forgot they give Frank dirty sick ass an organ that’s the worst game the writers played with us!! And the Ian crashing a military helicopter was the worst one then he just came back home all lost. I hate the army timeline with Ian I always thought Carl was the one better suited for West Point. Carl needed the discipline.

And I kind of the Ian didn’t have bipolar but his emotions was all over the place from him having sex with Kash so young then wanting Mickey to love him when Mickey was still in the closet. Because in season 1-2 he wasn’t manic or depressed. Ian worked out and was disciplined soon Mickey rejected him he wanted to steal Lip’s ID and join the military to get away from seeing Mickey with other people. Ian needed to accept that he was heartbroken and leave Mickey alone but they gonna write in he is bipolar it was weird. All Ian did was drink he didn’t try to self medicate so that’s how I’m confused he was bipolar. The writers wanted to add real life issues in the show but they should have did better.

They made Debbie into the dumbest sex crazy teenager I ever seen. The writers always give the women of the show high ass sex drives and I hated that. They all were whores and don’t make me start on Veronica’s sex life with Kevin 🤮. Fiona was a whore, Debbie was a lost bisexual horny weirdo, Karen was a whore, Mandy was a whore and fucked Lip whenever he asked, Tami was a whore, Eddie was a whore, & well they all was whores but Sierra. The writers was horrible sometimes.

Yess I think the writers were mad JAW was doing movies and other shows while filming “Shameless” that’s why they made him unlikeable at the end. They made him a loser when he had soo much talent he couldn’t have went to any school he could have started at a community college then went to a university to get his bachelor’s. To make him completely never go back to college and me a stupid ass mechanic with his sponsor after season 7 was heartbreaking 💔 I know Lip was cocky and arrogant but it was because he knew he was smart I don’t see a real Lip just making babies with a hairdresser who is a foot taller than him and living in a RV. Ugh the writers were jealous JAW was a hella actor and carried the show. I’m soo happy he is on “The Bear” so they can see JAW didn’t need them.

I love Carl! I’m glad he became a cop and got stable he deserved that because I thought he was becoming Frank Jr 😂

I hate that Fiona left also she was a smug once she got that apartment building. She didn’t come back for Ian’s wedding I hated that. Fiona didn’t carry the show smh it was only JAW & Cameron & Noel(Lip, Ian, & Mickey). Everybody else SUCKED!

See the problem with shameless is it’s narrow, they will fuck up character’s personalities and bright future just to make their situation worse and that’s there’s no shame at ending up how they started or worse situation.

The thing is they put that above everything else that they screw over their characters just to make whatever situation they’re in is “shameless” but the thing is its truly shame that Lip doesn’t live to his huge potential and he ends up with a version of Monica/Karen/Jimmy/Steve who is toxic to him, it’s also shame how he still in toxic situation after everything he’s been through.

It’s a shame that sweet, kind kid like Debbie just becomes a version of both of her abusive parents

It’s a shame that Fiona never got to be with someone who treats kindly and was never in a healthy relationship longer than few months.

That’s why I stop at S7

Yes I understand “Shameless” is trying to show us the real world. And yea fucked up shit happens but come on for the writers to not let Lip go back to college is FUCKED UP! For Lip to get Tami pregnant and he didn’t even love her is FUCKED UP! They just take the potential of a character and say “SCREW IT”. I don’t understand and to make the house not sell was soo evil. Like nothing went right for Lip he made up for his mistakes he made while drunk he made amends so why couldn’t he have a happy ending. To end up with Tami is shitty bad enough they didn’t let him have Xan. Why couldn’t he adopt Xan and go back to college then married Sierra and they raise the kids together. 🥺how was that too much they owed the audience something better. Even Frank got a solid ending but Lip was miserable and tired! I hate Tami it was no chemistry at all because JAW and Kate Miner I’m sorry.

The writers had to be jealous of JAW because they fucked Lip Gallagher whole character arc up! I loved when he got sober and they could have let him have Xan and Sierra while sober. Not fucking Tami judgmental ass!

[hillbillied]

Hii. I'm soo loving your writing for Hillbilly/Andy. Please can I request no 48? X

Send me a prompt with a character/pairing. “If you want to get me naked, you’ll have to convince me it’ll be worth my time.”

thanks very much!! love me some andy/eddie writing frankly

(NSFW under the cut, 18+ only)

Andy’s reading the paper.

Got to keep informed on the happenings of the world. He’s old fashioned like that, in a lot of ways. The harmless kind of traditional; he likes to get the daily print, he wears shirts with collars, he owns a record player. The radio’s tuned to the country channel because they both like it. (Andy’s got Stockholm syndrome for the twang of a soft guitar thanks to his boyfriend’s prowess with the instrument.)

He’s enjoying the sports section when Eddie disturbs him. Which normally means one of two things, Andy thinks; something important is needed or the man's horny. Glancing up from the local football results, they both know it’s the latter.

Arms folded across his chest like he’s got some justice to serve, Hillbilly cracks his neck and asks; “Y’ gon’ read that thing front t’back?” It’s an accusation Andy doesn’t rise to.

“Maybe.” He says and it’s teasing. He licks his finger (purposely) and turns the page. “Why, is there something you need?” The formality is his Captain Voice, through and through, the tone reserved for sitting behind a marine office desk about ready to tear his hair out from boredom.

“Well, I jus’ pulled these out the closet.” The table shakes as Eddie lifts his leg, planting his boot firmly on the wooden surface. (They agreed on buying a strong, sturdy kitchen table. The kind that could take the weight of, say, two grown men. Or a big meal or something, whatever.) This particular pair are cowboy boots, not originally owned by Eddie. Who, he reminded Andy at the time, is Appalachian. Cowboys are a vaguely South-western, cow ranching, rattlesnake wrangling, Bible thumping, biscuits-and-gravy kind of thing. Not where Hillbilly’s from.

Andy didn’t care then and he certainly doesn’t care now. 

Those boots make the heat flare in across his skin, a sudden need to draw breath taking him. He plays it cool.

He pretends he doesn’t have the saddest, most embarrassing kink in the universe - and just turns back to his paper. He plays it cool. “Oh?” He muses, “I’d forgot about those.” (He had absolutely not forgot about those.) Eddie glances away in exasperation, stopping short of rolling his eyes. Still, he persists; boot on the table, arms crossed, piercing stare trained back on his boyfriend.

Andy lets out a sigh, still ignoring the heated silence. “If you want to get me naked, Eddie, you’ll have to convince me it’ll be worth my time.” He says.

Immediately, he receives a look of awe-inspired shock. Eddie’s lips are parted, eyebrows raised at the insolence on display before him. The absolute audacity and honest-to-God disrespect. The surprise fades as Hillbilly’s leg is pulled from the table. (Briefly, Andy believes he’s overplayed his hand and will be going to bed giggling but sad, with no hope of getting any. It would not be worth the bit.)

“Well, I couldn’ possibly know” The taller man begins, “how t’make it ‘worth y’time’…” Andy is relieved Eddie’s still here but focusing on the newspaper has become a new challenge, those boots snapping against the floorboards. Circling the table, Eddie’s finger remains on its surface. Dragging, slowly, over the polished wood. The fine print blurs as Ack Ack desperately squints its way.

“It’s warm out,” Eddie’s talking softly as the newspaper brushes his chest. He leans over, reaching across the table. Back arched and ass raised away from Andy, more’s the pity. His lips brush Ack Ack’s ear as he says “maybe I could slip off this ol’ thing.” His free hand toys with his t-shirt for a moment. Fingers catching on the fabric, he drags it up over his hips, drawing the hem carefully across his ribs. With the newspaper slipping further and further downwards as Andy’s grip slackens, he gets a close-up of Eddie’s muscles, the curves of his stomach, the heavy belt he wears that conceals all but the top of his happy trail. 

“Or,” Hillbilly mumbles quietly, and his hand changes course, letting his t-shirt fall back into place. (Ack Ack’s cheek twitches as he is robbed of seeing his boyfriend’s pecks, that handsome display of skin torn cruelly from him.) “I could place m’self-” One hand still on the table, the other grips the back of Andy’s chair, “right here.” The man jolts as he’s tugged closer, having to bite his lip as his strong boyfriend prepositions his boots, one at a painful time, on either side of Ack Ack’s knees.

With the chair and table as leverage, Eddie can lower himself down agonisingly careful, concentrating on carefully straddling his boyfriend’s lap like it’s a complex routine. (Every muscle in Andy’s body has to fight the urge to grab Hillbilly’s hips and pull.) When that pressure finally lands and their groins are pressed together, Ack Ack can’t help but shut his eyes. Momentarily, of course. Eddie can’t hold back his menacing grin. The newspaper’s been abandoned to the floor, Andy’s hands instead curled into fists, one on the table and the other by his side.

Hillbilly arches his back, pretending to stretch. It grinds their cocks together through far too many layers of denim, their stomachs brushing in the movement. They can feel the heat of each other’s skin through their thin shirts. Andy can’t resist and grunts, his hands moving to squeeze the muscles of his boyfriend’s thighs. His hands are dutifully removed as Eddie tuts, relocating Ack Ack’s grip to the chair he sits on. (He obediently grips the seat instead, nails digging into the wood in frustration.)

“I can also, if y’remember,” Hillbilly says, his breath carrying his words that short inch to Andy’s ear, “Pull these off-” As he speaks, one hand moves back to the hem of shirt, lifting it in order to hook a thumb into the waistband of his jeans. He pulls with that thumb, levering both his pants and underwear away from his skin. (Ack Ack tilts his head instinctively to get a better look downward, the cruel lighting between them only revealing the shadowed outline of his boyfriend’s cock.) “without-” Eddie mutters and the pause is punctuated by the snap of his waistband springing back into place, “taking the boots off.” 

With his thumb tugged free, his hand slides up to his mouth as he pulls back from Andy’s ear to face him. That single digit is inserted between his lips, sucking on it briefly like he’d tasted something sweet. The soft pop when Hillbilly’s pulls his finger free has Ack Ack’s nostrils flaring.

“Do y’think that might be-” Eddie whispers, his lips ghosting against his boyfriend’s, “worth your while?”

Unable to cope, Andy releases the grip on the chair. He’s too slow; Eddie rolls his hip one final time, grinding their cocks together before he pulls away, gracefully bringing his legs free and straightening up again. He hums along with whatever radio tune has been fulfilling the role of white noise to Ack Ack’s growing erection.

Tipping his head back, Andy releases an aggressive groan. Eddie laughs at him, already sidling his way towards the bedroom. A grip on his wrist means he doesn’t make his destination. The couch is apparently closure.

[szivtalan]

8, 9, 16, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 25, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 34, 35, 36, 40, 41, 42, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 50, 53, 55, 57, 58, 59, 62, 64, 65, 70 (aside from Kagami 😂), 71, 72, 79, 82, 86, 87, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99 for the "Asks, why not" thing please? (Omg that's soo much, I'm sorry I got carried away ^^')

8) Your looks (add a picture or describe yourself)

Average height, bordering on short. Broad shoulders, thick arms and thighs, square face, slightly projecting ears (one pierced, one with a stretched lobe), bushy arched brows, thick square glasses, faded dark red hair, dark brown eyes, butt chin. I look pale and perpetually sleep deprived.

9) What do you/did you study?

I was in a teacher’s training program for English and Hungarian language and literature, and I’m planning to go back to school to study sociology!

16) What do you look for in a SO?

Consciously: understanding, fun, sweet, kind and accepting. Unconsciously: somewhat broken and in dire need of emotional help which I’m desperate to provide lmao.

19) Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands?

Eh, u know, it depends? I don’t think I’m fit for a serious relationship right now, so I’d prefer casual stuff atm, but on the long run I do want a partner to share my life with.

20) What are your deal breakers?

Really obnoxious people, ignorance and bigotry I guess. And I’m not keen on someone pushing or disrespecting my boundaries, either.

21) How was your day?

It was good!! My bro, his girlfriend and my friend tagged along to get our (me and my soon-to-be sis-in-law’s) ears pierced, and then my friend and I got a loot of food. I didn’t exactly feel good enough abt myself to be comfortable outside, but I got a lot of random kindness and that was Nice.

22) Favourite food & drink

Food: teriyaki chicken and seafood pasta, drink: ginger ale and iced coffee

23) What position do you sleep in?

I sleep half-curled up on my side, but I need to toss and turn a little until I find The Best Position.

25) Your fears

The dark, needles, rabbits (I don’t even know, dude), the fact that I’ll die without having made an impact on the world, being spoken about behind my back, being a bad influence on my friends.

28) Any pets?

Not right now! I used to have two rottweilers around the house growing up, but they both passed away sadly.

29) What are your hobbies?

Writing, sketching, basketball, getting on people’s nerves, researching typology, watchin movies idk?

31) What was your last awkward situation?

Asjhdh the ticket control guy told me to “Have a safe trip” and I said “You too!”. This rarely happens to me tho

32) What is your last regret?

Not holding my friend’s hand on public transport. It was…right…there….and she already told me she’s more than comfortable with physical touch! I’m a fool! Everyone thinks I hate touching but I don’t! I’m just shy!

34) Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc.)

Ehh. Kind of? As for believing, I believe more in ghosts, but I do see some patterns in different signs. I just try not to let it affect the way I see/interact with a person, because no one deserves to be prejudiced for whatever reason, especially not their date of birth. Tarot is just fun, and the cards r cool

35) Have any quirks?

I bite the skin on my fingers, scratch my acne, make my knees jump… most of it is just regular anxiety stuff tho so idk?? I do think I’m quirky, but there’s just too much weird stuff to list ‘em.

36) Your pet peeves

Cig/booze stink on a person, customers being rude, bigotry, interrupting other people… There’s quite some things that annoy me asjdgd

40) Last 5 things from your search history

Boku No Hero Academia, Hawks, duck emoji, Grumman fma, How To Train Your Dragon

41) What’s your device backgrounds?

My phone lockscreen rn is a beautiful KagaKuro fanart of them standing in the rain in yukatas, Kagami looming over Kuroko and shielding him from the rain and Kuroko reaching up to stroke his face; my phone background is an art of they/them pronouns tattooed on someone’s knuckles, their posture unsure; my laptop background is a screenshot from the movie Déva, of blue skies and a street lamp.

42) What do you daydream about?

…cu..cuddling,,my…crush……..

44) What's your religion/Your thought about religion

Short version: barf

Long version: I was raised catholic (even tho I was never baptized), and attended catholic school for 8 years which gave me a really warped idea of Christianity, Which made me a cynic & an agnostic or atheist by proxy. I harshly criticize the catholic church and faith but sometimes… when I do feel hopeless I get down on my knees and pray, so I guess if I let myself find my own faith I’d be a believer. But right now, I’m good just existing in my nihilistic bubble

45) Your personality type

Needy imeanwhat. In a typological sense, I’m an INFP in Myers-Briggs, 4 core 5 wing in Enneagram, melancholic or sanguine in the temperaments, et cetera. Basically I’m a sad daydreamer with unresolved issues and a need to do Art

47) Are you happy with your current life?

Nah bro. I like my friends and my workplace but I’d like to move out of home ASAP. I’d also… like to get therapy before I go and put myself out there.

48) Some things you've tried in your life

Playing the guitar, hostess work, weed, cigarettes, being blackout drunk, smoking from a hookah, cooking, football, handball, basketball, volleyball, cycling, sailing, driving, hitchhiking long distances, folk dancing, one-night stands, long-distance relationships, helping people in need…

50) Favourite colour to wear?

Olive green, midnight/navy blue, white, grey and black.

53) If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be?

I’d… like to know how it would feel if I had a flat chest and a penis? I also want bigger Guns, and Abs, some more tattoos and maybe an eyebrow piercing.

55) Do you get complimented often?

I think so? I usually brush off compliments uhhh but yeah maybe! Maybe idk

58) Songs you're currently obsessed with?

My friend’s playlist reminded me that ‘Phenomenon’ by Thousand Foot Krutch exists. I’m also really into ‘San Francisco’ by The Mowgli’s atm and ‘Golden Time Lover’ by Sukima Switch!

59) Song you normally wouldn't admit you like.

I mean, it’s not like it’s cringe or anything, I hate cringe culture BUT. I do have Ariana Grande’s ‘Side to Side’ stuck in my head rn

64) Can you sing or play any instruments?

I can sing pretty badly, play a bad tune on my guitar, drum on the edge of my table, so- Nah not really asdh

65) Do you like karaoke?

YES VERY MUCH I live and die for karaoke, last time I did it in front of an audience we sung the Shaman King opening at an anime con with friends, it was Rad

70) Your fictional crush/es

AH NO FUN Kagami’s my number one,,, let’s see then: Aomine, Roy Mustang, Kise, Mikoto Suoh, Hotch & Reid from Criminal Minds, Yagami Light, Jaime Lannister and Brienne from GoT, Rustin Cohle from True Detective, Shizuo Heiwajima from Durarara!!!, why is this list full of men I didn’t think I liked men this much

71) Which fictional character is you?

Eddie Brock from Venom I mean? He’s a whole ass mess.

79) How much time do you spend on the internet?

Yike. More than I’d be proud of.

86) Would you use death note, if you had one?

No way dude. I don’t fuck with that shit, karma would fuck me right back.

87) What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to?

I’d eliminate money and power and just make it a huge peaceful hippie community or something idk

90) What would you want to happen to you after your death?

Donate me to a medical school I don’t care. Make use of me! I’m gonna be dead, I won’t have any more feelings left to be hurt or anything asdghdsg

91) If you had to change your name, what would be your pick?

I’ve had a name in mind that I tried out once, but it didn’t really work out for me after all. I’m fine with Vee and Vic rn. Anything that isn’t my given name. I do want to change my surname to my mother’s, but if I do that I also want to give myself a different first name, and since That isn’t figured out yet, I’m just?? Call me whatever dude

94) Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true

Ugh, I’m bad at these. 1) I have plenty of moles. 2) My eyesight is pretty good. 3) I’ve broken some bones before.

95) Cold or hot?

Cold in beverage, hot in weather.

96) Be a hero or be a villain?

Being a villain is way too much fun, but I have too strong of a conscience to pull that off, so… hero, I guess.

97) Sing everything you want to say or rhyme?

Asjhdf singing is funnier and more annoying, since I Cannot Sing

98) Shapeshifting or controlling time?

Dude I’m non-binary. Shapeshifting for Sure

99) Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death?

Aight I’ll give in – I agree to immortality Just This Once.

[neo-cherryy]

Best Friend || Richie Tozier

Request: dreamsoftechnicolor: Hello! I just wanted to say that your writing is absolutely AMAZING- I love your work! For the song imagine requests, I’d love to read a Richie x reader (do you write It characters? If not, a mike x reader is good too) based off of the song “Best Friend” by Rex Orange County, the plot kind of being the reader & the character being super good friends & then they end up falling for each other!

Tense: 3rd person

Summary: Richie and (Y/N) are close friends, equally trash-mouthed and obnoxious, and soon enough come to the realisation that they like each other.

A/N: thank you soo much, I’m glad people enjoy them! I do IT, stranger things and the actors, but I do literally anything tbhh // I love doing these kinds of imagines because I find out about music that I’ve never listened to and turn out to absolutely love!! Xx

“You think you’re cool but those glasses tell another story,” (Y/N) poked at the glasses on Richie’s face, causing him to furrow his eyebrows. He swatted her hand away and readjusted them, sitting up straight in attempts to show some sort of confidence.

“Why are you such a dick to me?” he laughed, poking her in the forehead, mimicking what she’d done to his glasses.

“Why are you such a dick to me?” she copied, much higher tone, laughing along with him. He shook his head.

“No,” he put his finger in the air. “I’m not, I’m like the nicest friend to you, to be honest, I’m your only friend-“

“See!” she shouted, pointing at him frantically, voice cracking slightly.

“Okay, okay, I see your point,” he pushed her hands down and out of his face. “That’s the only time, though.”

“Richie, you tried to sell me so you could get food when you were broke,” she said seriously, making Richie snicker and nod. “It’s not funny, that guy was known for accepting shit.”

“Why did you think I made the offer?” she hit his arm roughly and he stopped laughing, holding his stomach as it ached from him laughing. What he didn’t tell her, though, was how uncomfortable and slightly jealous it had made him seeing the way that the worker looked at her. “This place is crawling with those types of men, it’s gross.”

                                                           ***

The two were walking to Bill’s after Richie had received a phone call, picking (Y/N) up on the way. He purposely didn’t ride his bike, knowing that she didn’t ride one anyway.

“Guys, what took you so long?” Stan practically yelled when they eventually walked into the house, after Bill answered the door to them. “Were you making out?” In sync, the two stared blankly at him and flicked his head on either side.

“She doesn’t ride a fucking bike, okay?” Richie shouted back, throwing himself onto the couch and almost hitting Eddie in the head with his feet. He pointed with his foot towards (Y/N), who was still stood, as Eddie kept having to push Richie’s legs off of his lap.

She glared over at him. “I can’t ride one,” she put her hands up in defence as everyone looked at her.

“Why couldn’t you have just ridden on the back of his?” Stan nodded to Richie, causing him to raise his eyebrows and hands at her.

She laughed. “No, no, absolutely not. He’d push me off or make some remark about my hands being near his dick,” she went and sat on a dining chair, and Richie called out in the back whilst laughing.

“That’s true,” he pointed in the direction of where she was sat.

“Told you,” she spoke almost immediately after he replied. She shrugged and the others went on to discuss why they were all called to come over. Bill explained about seeing Georgie, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere for everyone, and how he wanted to go and explore.

“Fuck that shit, nope,” (Y/N) paced around the room, occasionally looking behind her quickly as if she’d imagined seeing something. “I’ll stay here, y’know, keep watch on things,” the others just stared at her, unconvinced, until Richie piped up.

“Yeah,” he nodded enthusiastically. “That’s a good idea, (Y/N), I think you’ll need two people for that,” he got up from the couch and stood beside her. Everyone rolled their eyes but Bill gave in.

“If you’re s-s-staying h-here, th-then you c-c-can che-check out the b-b-basement for m-me while w-we’re g-g-gone,” As soon as he spoke, the others started to overlap their voices in complaints about how they should have to go. Richie just gave them all a thumbs up, and (Y/N) widened her eyes and hit Richie’s arm.

“I’m not fucking going into the basement where he saw a dead kid,” she panicked, whispering to Richie.

He waved her off, “It’s just a bluff. Right, Bill?” Bill stayed quiet and walked to the front door. Richie called back, “Bill?”

                                                           ***

“This is such a stupid fucking idea,” (Y/N) breathed out in a whisper, jumping at the slightest noise of a floor creak. “We’re all going to die, and I won’t ever get to own a cat. You know how much that sucks? I’ve always wanted one, a ginger one, fat and fluffy-“ Richie turned to her, pointing his flashlight in her eyes. She knocked it away, “Yeah, yeah, ‘shut up’, I get it.”

The group had split off to explore different parts of the house, unaware that they should’ve all stuck together. She and Richie had been wandering for around 5 minutes when they came to a living room area, in the corner was a dead plant holding a piece of paper on one of its branches. They walked up to it and Richie examined the paper before cursing in panic and stress.

“What the fuck?” he shouted, “What the actual fuck? Why am I on this? Why am I missing? H-how am I missing? I’m right fucking here,” she put her hands on his shoulders and made him look at her. His breathing started to slow down soon after, and he put down the paper before regaining focus. That was the thing with them, she didn’t have to say anything to calm him down, but just a simple touch of contact was enough for him. They carried on walking about, silent except from their whistling.

She sighed. “They picked a really unflattering photo for you, though,” she said nonchalantly, still looking in front and squinting at places she couldn’t quite see from afar. Richie looked at her in confusion, she turned her head to him and then turned back. “The missing sign,” she elaborated. “Worst photo of you ever.” He laughed slightly.

                                                         ***

“P,” Richie pondered, they both had been playing an Alphabet game with the subject being musicians or bands. “The Police,” he clicked his fingers as if an idea had struck him like a lightbulb being lit.

She shook her head. “Nope,” Richie looked at her confused and slightly annoyed. “Begins with a T technically, so you don’t get that one,” he groaned and threw a piece of hard paint at her, that he’d picked off from the doorway.

“You’ve done this three times already,” he began to think again. “Okay, Poison,” she clapped her hands, torch still in it, and gave a sarcastic smile. The two were interrupted by shouts coming from the others, they stood up abruptly and started to run in attempts to find them. As they got to the corner, just before the room they were in, they noticed a dressed up man crouching and looking round the corner into the room.

“Yo,” she shouted. “Why’s this dude crouching- oh my god, okay,” her eyes widened as the crouched man stood up tall, turning to look at them both. It was IT, face distorted by a large stick, causing her to gag. They both froze as he swiftly walked passed them with a large crooked smile on his face. Richie looked to (Y/N) and she looked right back, eyes still wide, but they were brought back to reality when Eddie screamed again.

They legged it into the room, (Y/N) stopping as she saw Eddie’s arm. Everyone was surrounding him and Richie was adamant he could help, but everyone’s suggestions were inaudible through Eddie’s cussing at Richie. As he grabbed Eddie’s arm, (Y/N) stood up and began to gag again. She hunched over, hands on knees and looking pale.

“I’m gonna throw up,” she muttered, causing Beverly to rub her back. “I’ll be fine,” she stood up straight just as Richie cracked Eddie’s arm into place. “Okay, yeah, no, I’m gonna throw up,” she gagged again but nothing came up.

They were all stood outside of the house as Eddie’s mum dragged him into her car. She was complaining and yelling at the group whilst they all trailed behind. She turned to Beverly and whispered something to her, too close up to her face. (Y/N) clenched her fists, face red in anger as Eddie’s mum pulled away from Beverly, not liking the way that she spoke to Bev.

“Fucking, mother, fucking bitch, fuck,” she muttered but stopped herself when she felt a hand surround her fist. Richie had heard her mumbles and comforted her by holding her hand, in attempts to make her unravel her hand from the grip. She looked at him but he stayed looking forward at the group however when she looked away, he gave her a side glance.

                                                          ***

“Can we please stop talking about cutting dicks?” (Y/N) said loudly, trying to speak over the boys in the middle of the room. (Y/N) and Beverly were sat on the windowsill by Ben’s window, the whole group sat in his room, whilst the boys surrounded the bed. The boys looked over and saw Beverly nodding, and laughing, as (Y/N) held down a magazine that the two girls were looking through.

“There’s things we want to know,” Richie piped up and, both he and (Y/N) stared at each other pulling faces. The others sat in silence, noticing how the two interacted with each other. She then shrugged as they all gathered their belongings to head out of the house. They were walking along the street for a while, heading towards the quarry, when they heard a car come from behind them. Richie turned, squinting at the car driving too fast, before realising that it was Henry Bowers. The car beeped at them and laughter was heard, causing the group to run. Henry’s group got out of the car and chased after them, but Henry was after only one: (Y/N).

She sighed as he grabbed at her wrist. “Fuck sake, Henry, what?” she looked him directly in the eyes, hoping to intimidate but he only looked back with attitude. She wasn’t particularly afraid of anything, she’d become too used to bullies and always had a careless outlook on life, one of the many qualities that made Richie want to be friends with her. He tugged her towards a fence and closed her in, giving her enough space to breathe but not enough to be comfortable.

“What’s someone like you hanging out with those losers?” he asked, pretending to be sad and offended. She rolled her eyes and yawned, staring straight at him again.

“They’re my friends, arsehole, something you don’t have,” she raised her eyebrows. He smirked, giggling at her cursing him. “Like, seriously, Henry, is this all you do with your life? Do you steal lollipops off of little girls too?” she spoke sarcastically and the others in the back laughed at her remark, Henry turned his face and scowled at them. When he turned back, he closed the gap a little more between their faces. She held a disgusted expression on her face and looked to the side of her, which caused him to pull his face back.

“You’re a chore,” he laughed. “Why do I have to work so hard for you, Beverly said yes in an instant,” (Y/N) scrunched nose and focused heavily into his eyes, she’d hated the way he brought up Beverly, but that he brought up a lie about her more so.

“You ask me out like 3 times and I say no and then you go around and tell people that we- that we did things. But in reality you can’t get anyone, isn’t that right, Henry?” she spat. Richie snickered in the back and almost immediately, Henry turned his head.

“What you laughing at, Trash-Mouth?” he spoke through gritted teeth, then slowly turned his head back to look at her.

“That’s why you have to lie, that’s why you have to let everyone know, because you know that you can only do those types of things in your own fantasy world, in that little brain of yours,” she went to tap his head but he grabbed her wrist. His face was scrunched up in anger; his breathing was loud and heavy, every exhale of his hitting her in the face.

“I don’t hit girls,” he said, speaking lowly. “But don’t test my patience,” he threw her hand down harshly, causing her wrist to click. He walked away back to his car, indicating for his group to let the others go. She held and rubbed at her wrist, whilst the others walked over, helping Ben up beforehand.

“That was fucking insane,” Eddie shook his head in awe. “I crapped my pants.” He spoke enthusiastically, looking at the others to see if they had seen what he saw. Richie was stood further back, rubbing the back of his neck, almost next to Bill.

“Oh, fuck,” Richie muttered under his breathe, kicking his foot along the ground, as something clicked in his brain suddenly. He accidentally kicked a small piece of gravel into Eddie’s shoe, causing him to freak out in the background noise. (Y/N) laughed, holding her hands over her mouth as she watched Eddie practically scream, his voice cracking.

“W-w-what is i-it, Ri-Ri-Richie?” Bill asked quietly, noticing that he clearly didn’t want attention brought to him. Richie turned to him, looked at the others then back to Bill. He sighed, letting his mind find the right words to say. Just as he was about to speak Stan called out to them, clearly showing they hadn’t been listening to the group discussing about still going to the quarry.

                                                            ***

The group were stood by the edge of the quarry whilst Richie sat on a rock next to Bill further back. He watched as (Y/N) laughed, “Stupid fucking feelings,” he mumbled, tapping his leg and huffing. “Fucking unnecessary pieces of shit, maybe I don’t want to like her, y’know, did you ever take that into account?” Bill turned to look at him, confused look on his face.

“I didn’t e-e-even sa-say anyth-th-thing,” he said, looking back at the others. “B-but you d-d-did j-j-just adm-mit so-something,” he lowered his voice this time, seeing that she had turned to wave them over. They shook their heads and she shrugged, turning back to talk to the others. “J-just t-t-tell her.”

“Worse fucking idea, Bill,” he said, a little too loudly. “I’m not doing that,” he whispered. “I’ll make a complete idiot out of myself-“

“That why you not jumping in with us?” she approached them and laughed. He just sat and stared, wide eyed. “C’mon,” she tugged at his wrists and he stood up, looking back at Bill for help, but he just waved. “You go, I’ll go,” she raised her eyebrows, nodding towards the water at the bottom.

“I-um,” he laughed nervously. “Your wrist must hurt, you should rest it,” she raised an eyebrow at him.

She nodded, “Hmm hmm, nice try,” she laughed, before pushing him lightly into the water. She jumped in after, causing a domino effect of everyone going in. They were all laughing, playing in the water as if nothing had happened earlier, but Richie couldn’t get the feeling in his chest to leave. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it and laugh with the others, every time he saw (Y/N) smile or look at him, it caused his brain to focus on the feeling again.

“I’m getting a bit tired,” he told Bill. “I’ll just be over there,” He saw a nearby resting point and swam over to it, soon pulling himself up onto it. He shook himself in attempts to get rid of some of the water, not that it helped at all. He sat hunched up, knees pressed to his chest and arms huddling around his legs. He watched as the others splashed ad spoke to each other, too focused to notice that (Y/N) wasn’t there anymore.

“Hey,” she said, climbing up and sitting next to him. It snapped him back to reality and he looked to her, but then soon turned away. “What’s got you so bummed out, Tozier?” she asked concerned, the others were still swimming whilst the two sat on a small level of cliff. “You’re not seeming like you ever since earlier,” she looked at him softly.

“I think I fucking like you,” he blurted out and as the words left his mouth he closed his eyes, lightly hitting the side of his head. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“You think?” she was quite amused, and incredibly thankful that he’d spoken up first.

“Y-Yeah,” his voice cracked slightly. “I-um- I’m not totally sure, you know, like I think it’s what I’m feeling, but I’ve never felt what liking someone is like so I’m kinda just taking a knife in the dark, here.” He rambled on which made her laugh, blushing at how nervous he seemed to be.

“It’s taking a stab in the dark,” she put her head down and then looked back up. She looked around at the surroundings, as he looked at her embarrassed. “But,” she said, Richie still looking at her intently. “I don’t know what it feels like to like someone either,” he turned to face in front of him, preparing himself for rejection. “But I’m pretty sure I feel the same, I mean, like I could be wrong but I don’t know, I think I do,” his eyes widened and he looked her slowly, in sync with her looking at him.

“Are we meant to, you know, like, kiss or some shit?” he asked, an evident hope rising in his voice.

She laughed. “Not a chance,” she tapped his nose. “Well, not yet, anyway.”

[reddie-steady-go]

Hi! For the prompt thing do you think you could do 24 and 30 for reddie? As much as I love angst do you think it could have a happy ending? I wanna suffer but I don't wanna die lmao. Thank you so much:)

This is soooooo beyond late I’m actually so so sorry please forgive me. But uh..yeah here it FINALLY is! Thank you soo much for the request! You’re speaking my language here because I can’t for the life of me write angst with a sad ending. In any case, I got really carried away and added a little platonic Eddie x Beverly because I think they would be amazing friends! Also yeah this is really cliche and cheesy but I think Eddie would get real cheesy for Richie. In any case, I realllllly hope you like it! I almost split it in two parts but ended up not. promise its got a happy ending! The only warning is swearing, but there’s not too much. @reddie-to-go thank you for helping me brainstorm!!!! And @stnbrough, you were super awesome and helpful too, so thank you!!

@thecastlebyers, @fucking-reddie, @booksmusiclaughsandsadness, tagged as requested! If you wanna be tagged let me know and I’ll be sure to do it!

without further ado, I present Made To Be Together!!!

24: You need to leave, 30: So that’s it, its over?

The rational side of Eddie’s brainknew that he had no reason to be jealous. The rational side of Eddie knew thatRichie loved him. Every kiss, every night spent wrapped up together in Eddie’s too-small bed, every afternoonspent holding hands, every note left in his locker, and every dance held in hisroom to music only they could hear, was confirmation of this.

But the way she talked to Richie, gaze lingering too long onhis boy’s lips, the way she battedher eyelashes, the way she laughed at all of Richie’s stupid jokes, the way she smiled at him, bright andalluring, nagged at the back of his mind, sharp and painful like a dozen shardsof glass. And the way he laughed back! God, the way he laughed back set emberssmouldering within him. Embers that roared into a blaze when she would lean sovery close and ask him to do his Voices. A blaze that consumed him when heshrugged and complied. The rational side of Eddie’s brainknew that he had no reason to be jealous.

But it wasn’t therational side that was winning out.

-–-

Eddie sat on Richie’shaphazardly made bed, trying his hardest to make his displeasure apparent.Richie rambled rapidly to his right, infuriatingly oblivious of Eddie’s anger. It only made Eddie angrier.Richie had been spending a lot of time talking to a girl from their Englishclass named Sarah, and Eddie would be lying if he said he wasn’t bothered by it. She was obviously flirting with him. And to makematters worse, he seemed to be flirting back! Today the two had seemedespecially flirtatious. It made Eddie’s bloodboil.

“Its weird, don’t you think, Eds?” Richie’svoice, now directly addressing him, yanked Eddie out of his stewing thoughts.

“My name isn’t Eds,” hemumbled irritably, refusing to look at Richie.

“But don’t you think its weird, how much Mr.Thayer talks with Maggie?” Richiecontinued, his apparent dismissal of Eddie’sirritation causing him to bristle.

“Why don’t you ask Sarah. I’m sure she’d love to hearall about it,” Eddie hissed, willing everyounce of his frustration to poison his words. He knew as soon as he said itthat he was starting a fight. But he didn’t care.A part of him wanted the fight. Andanother part needed the fight. All his frustration, all his insecurity, it satuneasily within him like a rock, weighing him down. He needed to get it out.

“What? Why would I tell Sarahabout this?” Richie gave Eddie a puzzledlook, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Are you serious?!” Eddie almost wanted to laugh.Almost. “Maybe because she can’t stop flirting with you? Maybebecause you can’t seem to stop yourself fromflirting back?” A humourless sneer stretchedacross Eddie’s face, dripping with anger.

“Eds I am not flirting with Sarah, she’s justa fun person to talk to,” Richieshrugged nonchalantly.

“Well, she’d definitely flirting with you, andit looks a lot like you flirt with her,” Eddiegrumbled. The rational part of his mind knew he was being ridiculous;unfortunately, the rational part wasn’t incontrol.

“Eddie spaghetti, you’re jealous. Well, I can promise youthat you don’t have to worry about Sarah.Or any girl. Except for your mom, of course,” Richietossed his head back and laughed, his messy curls flying through the air.

Eddie’s eyesblazed to life. Did Richie really justlaugh?! Could he not tell how obviously upset he was?! Eddie’s cheeks flushed crimson, his facecontorting into a mask of rage.

“Richiejust shut up! Shut up! Glad you thinkthat the way I feel is funny!” Eddiespat venomously, jumping off Richie’s bedto stand in front of his stunned boyfriend, his frame taut with outrage.

“Eds, I’m sorry, just chill out a bit I didn’t –”Richie didn’t get far before Eddie’s voice cut through his own.

“Don’t tell me to chill out!” Eddie cried, his voice shrill andindignant. “I tried to tell you how Ifeel, and you laughed at me! Obviously, you don’t care!” Richie’s eyeshardened as Eddie spoke, regarding him angrily.

“That isso unfair, of course I care!” Richieyanked himself off his bed, his voice combative. “It’s not my fault you were beingridiculous!”

“Oh, sonow I’m the one being ridiculous?!Well at least I’m not an annoying asshole whocan’t take anything seriously! I swearsometimes I can’t stand you!” It wassomething Eddie would have never even thought about Richie. Let alone say to him. Yet here he was, shouting it atthe person he loved most, not even stopping to think how deep his words mightcut.

“Whatthe fuck, Eddie,” Richie hissed softly, hisvoice raw and thick with hurt. It was all he could seem to say. His headreeled, filled with a mix of outrage, disbelief, and above it all, hurt. Itwould sting coming from anybody. But to hear that from Eddie? From his Eddie? Richie wasn’t sure he’d ever felt so much pain.

“Fuck,Richie –” Eddie began, the harshnessof his words becoming suddenly apparent to him with garish clarity.

“No, youknow what, get out,” Richie interrupted, fixing asteely gaze on Eddie. His heart pounded rhythmically in his ears, the sound ofit almost jarring. He was sure Eddie could hear the thumping. If he could, hemade no indication

“Wait –”

“I said GETOUT!” Richie’s voice thundered through the room,making Eddie jolt involuntarily. He jabbed a finger savagely in the directionof the door. “And you know what? Don’t bother coming back! I guess now Iknow how you really see me! So, I won’t annoy you anymore. We’re through!”

Eddie’s blood turned to ice in his veins. “You can’t meanthat.” His heart skipped severalbeats.

“You maythink I don’t take anything seriously,but this time I am. I’m done.We’re done. You need to leave,” Richiespoke softly, his chest feeling hollow.

“So that’s it? It’s over?” Eddie fumbled over his words,feeling suddenly unsteady. Unconsciously, he found himself reaching for hisaspirator. Richie turned away, blinking back tears he hoped to God wouldn’t come spilling out now.

Eddie had no such luck. Tearsflowed freely from his eyes, staining his cheeks and falling to the ground inthick droplets. He stumbled for the door, his body feeling weightless andsurreal.

Richie held his composure untilhe heard dull thud of his front door. Then he all but fell apart. He sank tothe ground, back against his bed, and let his tears cascade freely from hiseyes. His breath came in hot, ragged heaves that seemed to force themselvesfrom his body. He ran his fingers roughly through his hair, the action almostmanic with it’s repetition. In his head,the same phrase echoed, playing like a scratched record, haunting, tormentinghim. I’m done. We’redone. He could almost feel the weight of the words, heavy and oppressive asthey settled on him. They were the last words he heard before drifting into acomfortless and uneasy sleep.

-–-

Eddie woke the next morning tofind himself no better off than the day before. In fact, he felt worse. It tookevery ounce of his strength to pull himself from his bed. He shuffled into hisbathroom and looked into the mirror above his sink, groaning at the figure thatstared back. His eyes were red and puffy, and dark bags hung low under them,despite the excessive amount of sleep he had gotten the night before.

His less-than-ideal appearancehowever, was little more than a shallow reflection of the way Eddie felt inside.Pangs of guilt shot through him second-by-second like jolts of electricity,each one seemingly stronger than the last. The horrible things he had said thenight before ran through his head; he felt like vomiting. He hadn’t really said that, had he? Hegroaned again and turned on the shower that stood in one end of his bathroom.

Once ready, he stepped in and letthe nearly scalding water wash over his exposed skin, hissing slightly at thesudden change in temperature. He watched the excess water stream across theshower floor before swirling down the drain that waited at the end; a part ofhim wished that he could be whisked away so effortlessly. How was he supposedto go to school and face any of the losers? How was he supposed to face Richie,especially after what he had said? He didn’t blameRichie for ending things with him; the more he thought about it, the more hewas sure he deserved it. Eddie felt fresh tears well in his eyes beforeescaping to mingle with the water that rained down onto his face from theshowerhead above. This was not going to be an easy day.

-–-

“Kaspbrak,what the absolute hell happened lastnight?” Beverly’s face was etched with equal partsirritation and concern. She walked resolutely beside Eddie, cornering him onhis walk home despite his tireless efforts to avoid all the losers. Thankfully,or maybe not so thankfully, Richie hadn’t shownup today. Eddie found himself relieved that he didn’t yet have to face him, but his heart panged with alonging to just be with Richie again.

“What doyou mean?” Eddie tried feebly, kickinga pebble with one sneakered foot as he walked.

“Don’t even try that with me, Eddie.Richie called me last night. He was crying so hard I could barely understandanything he said. He just kept saying something about him being too annoyingfor you,” Eddie flinched, the pit ofguilt in him deepening further. Beverly stared down at Eddie with knowing eyesthat welled with a surprising glint of concern. She reached out, placing onering laden hand on Eddie’sshoulder.

“He andI, we uh,” Eddie paused. We broke up, his mind screamed at him. “We had a fight,” Eddie sighed, unable to speak thehideous truth that glared in his head. For maybe the fifteenth time that day,Eddie felt tears welling in his eyes again. Beverly felt a sinking feeling inher chest, a knowing dread that began to creep icily around her heart.

“It wasmore than just a fight, wasn’t it?” Beverly said softly, her handgripping Eddie’s shoulder more tightly.Eddie’s mouth hung open, unable tofind any words to speak.

“We broke up, Bev. I said terrible thingsand we broke up,” Eddie sobbed freely, unableto hold himself back any longer. His breath came in choked heaves, tearsflowing hotly down his freckle-spattered cheeks.

“Oh,Eddie,” Beverly halted Eddie andwrapped him in a tight hug. Eddie pressed his face wordlessly against thefabric of her blouse, weeping steadily into her shoulder. The unconventionalduo stood along the sidewalk, Beverly wrapping her arms almost protectivelyaround Eddie until he regained his composure enough to speak.

“Bev, Isaid horrible things I was jealous,and I was awful. He was right to end things with me. He deserves better thanme, but it still hurts so much,” Eddie sniffled, a few rogue tearsrolling down his cheek. Beverly gazed down at Eddie, her face etched withsympathy.

“Eddie,listen to me. Richie loves you. And you love him. Everybody fights but you canfix it,” Beverly put on her mostreassuring smile, hoping that it would have some effect on Eddie.

“You don’t understand. How could I even facehim after what I said? He probably hates me. He should hate me,” Eddie mumbled, his shoulders saggingunder the unseen weight of his guilt.

“AlrightKaspbrak, listen up. You fucked up. Everybody does. But I promise Richie willnever hate you. If his phone call last night is any indication, he’s every bit as torn up as you are. Doyou love him?” Beverly spoke caringly yetfirmly, her face a bizarre mixture of compassion and directness.

“Yeah,of course I do. More than anything,” Eddielooked up at Beverly taken aback by her sudden directness. “But –”

Beverly silenced Eddie with afinger. “No buts. You said it yourselfyou love him more than anything. So, don’t letthis get in your way. Yeah, you fucked up and said some shitty things, but weboth know you didn’t mean it. Go tell him.Richie loves you to an almost scary degree I promise he’ll forgive you. You can fix this. Go win your boy back,”

The corners of Eddie’s mouth lifted into the barest hintof a smile. Slowly, Eddie began to feel some hopeful warmth within him. It didn’t banish the weight of his guilt. No,that was something he would have to do himself. But it did lessen it.

“Youreally think I can?” Eddie looked hopefully atBeverly, his voice soft and fragile

“Definitely.I swear, it’s ridiculous that neither ofyou realise how in love you are,”Beverly snorted, laying two reassuring hands on Eddie’s slender shoulders.

“I havean idea,” Eddie said suddenly,throwing his arms around Beverly in a thank-you hug before turning andsprinting towards his house. “Thankyou, Beverly! So much!”

Beverly watched Eddie’s small frame barrel it’s way towards his house at adeceptively fast speed, chuckling to herself. It was ridiculous that they didn’t realise how in love they were, butit was sweet too.

-–-

Almost a full hour later, Eddiefound himself barrelling towards Richie’shouse, the weight of the boombox that poked awkwardly out of his backpack doingnothing to diminish his speed. He buzzed with nervous energy, feeling as if hemight start vibrating at any moment. In his pocket two cassette tapes clatterednoisily with each bounding step, help in the pocket only by Eddie’s hand.

“I’m coming, Richie,” He huffed to himself. He only hopedhe wasn’t too late.

-–-

The only reason that Richie hadeven gotten dressed today was because his mother had insisted. If it had beenup to him he would have spent the next three weeks hiding under his bedcoversin his boxers. As it was, he draped himself across the top of his bed,absentmindedly flicking through comics, several of which sported blotted tearstains. It seemed the only reason he was not crying now was because he had nomore tears to shed. He should never have broken up with Eddie. He may have beenpissed at him but he didn’tactually want to break up with him!

Suddenly, he became aware ofmusic being played. It sounded like it was coming…fromoutside his window? Unable to suppress his curiosity, he shuffled to thewindow, hunting for the source of the music. The image that greeted him wasalmost enough to convince himself he was dreaming.

There, in the middle of theTozier yard, boombox beside him, stood a wild-eyed Eddie Kaspbrak.

Richie’s head spun with a mixture of elation, confusion, andwariness. Gingerly, Richie pushed open his window, leaning out to see Eddiebetter.

“RichieTozier, I love you more than anything in the world, And I want you to know thatI am so sorry!” Eddie shouted over theblaring notes of Air Supply’s All Out of Love. “I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me!”

“Eds –” Richie began, a wide grin spreadingacross his face, before he was interrupted.

“I’M ALL OUT OF LOVE, I’M SO LOST WITHOUT YOUUUUU!” Eddie wailed awkwardly along withthe song that thundered from his boombox, his cheeks blazing crimson. “I CAN’T BETOO LATE TO SAY I WAS SOOO WRONG!”

Despite everything, Richie foundhimself laughing. “Jesus Eds you’re going to shatter my windows! I’ll be right out!” Richie whirled around and sprinteddown his stairs to his front lawn, neglecting shoes as he beelined for the boywho waited outside. He stopped a few feet from him, giggling as he realisedwhat song Eddie had switched to while he had made his way outside.

“IT’S GONNA TAKE A LOT TO DRAG ME AWAYFROM YOUUUUUUUUUUU! THERE’SNOTHING THAT A HUNDRED MEN OR MORE COULD EVER DOOOOOOOO!!” Eddie’s faceglowed red, his eyes shut tightly as he haphazardly belted lyrics into the air.

“Holyshit Eds, the whole neighbourhood can hear you,” Richiecouldn’t help but chuckle. Eddiestopped singing and regarded the boy nervously.

“That’s kind of the point,” he said sheepishly. “I wanted everyone to know how much Iscrewed up and how much I love you.” Richieface turned a light shade of pink, his stomach fluttering as Eddie spoke.

“Eds I –”

“RichieI’m so so sorry. Please I never meantany of what I said I was being stupid and jealous and I’m so sorry and I understand if you can’t forgive me and you want to staybroken up, but I just want you to know you’venever been annoying to me, and you deserve so much better than me. I’m so sorry,” Eddie spilled out the words he had rehearsed again andagain on his way here, his heart pounding in his chest.

Richie stood silently for whatfelt like an eternity. Eddie began shifting from foot to foot, searchingdesperately for some response.

“Chee, I–” Eddie’s wordscame to a muffled halt as Richie crashed his lips passionately against Eddie’s. Richie’s body thrummed with energy, his skin tingling and hotwherever he and Eddie came into contact. Slowly, Eddie wrapped his arms aroundRichie’s neck, deepening the kiss.Richie leaned farther into the kiss, causing Eddie to bend slightly backwardsto accommodate. He could feel Eddie melt into the kiss, until soon the onlything that kept Eddie from falling flat on his back was Richie, his armscradling Eddie passionately.

“Ishouldn’t have broken up with you,” Richie spoke when they finallyseparated. “I was mad, but now I justwant you back,”

“I wantyou back too,” Eddie grinned up at Richie,fighting the urge to kiss him again as the sun glinted off his perfectly messychocolate curls. Instead, he settled on a hug, throwing his arms around Richieand clinging onto him as if he might disappear at any second. “I should never have gotten so jealousit was so stupid, I was being such an idiot,”

“Yeah,it was, and yeah, you were,” Richiechuckled, and pressed a kiss to Eddie’scheek. “But you’re my idiot, and I wouldn’t trade that for a million dollars,” Eddie’s mouthlifted into a wide grin, his eyes shining with elation.

“So, we’re not broken up?” Eddie asked hopefully.

“Ofcourse not,” Richie wrapped his armsaround Eddie, pressing a kiss onto his forehead. “We weremade to be together,”

Eddie closed his eyes, a sense ofperfect calm washing over him as he felt Richie’s heartbeating in time with his own. Eddie seemed to fit perfectly in Richie’s arms, as if that is where he was meantto be. In that moment, wrapped up in Richie, the two boys swaying gently out inthe yard for the world to see, a forgotten boombox still playing behind them, Eddieknew the truth: he and Richie were made to be together.

And he would never take that forgranted again.

[azems-familiar]

of all the truths i could not tell masterpost of recent chapters

wow okay so apparently i haven’t actually put anything on here past chapter 4, soo... below the read-more will be the ao3 link and a short excerpt from the beginning of each chapter

Chapter 5:

Cassian sighs and paces around the perimeter of the hotel room, thinking.

Liana is in the ‘fresher, taking a shower, and K-2 is back with the u-wing, meaning the suite is blessedly silent. It’s a relief.

He should be thinking about the mission; should be working out how to get Liana to slice her way into the ‘net for him without her getting suspicious; should definitely be figuring out how the kriffing hell he’s supposed to go about the second part of his mission. Instead, he’s wearing a path into the cream-colored shag carpet and thinking about Liana.

More specifically, about the fact that he very obviously witnessed her waking up from a nightmare when he went to wake her up for the transition to realspace on board the ship.

What could a girl like Liana have nightmares about? Fifteen years old, born on Alderaan, quietly fighting the Empire her whole life but only just now getting into the real fight--what could she possibly have experienced that would still be haunting her? He has the feeling trying to talk to her about it will be unsuccessful--Liana doesn’t appear to trust easily (another fact he finds interesting.).

It appears he’s been rather mistaken about her.

Chapter 6:

The sun is just beginning to rise when Jyn drags herself out of her room and into the ‘fresher. A splash of cold water on her face helps to wake her up, and she wanders into the kitchen area of the suite--straight to the caf machine. The hotel provides a complimentary bag of grounds, enough for one pot if you make it strong; she starts it brewing and gets out a mug while she waits.

The machine is quick, and within a few minutes the caf is done brewing. She pours herself a full mug and clutches it in both hands as she makes her way over to the window. The sky outside is a deep, dusky lilac; the color reminds her of one of the flowering trees on Yavin 4, not so common as to be anything less than a pleasant surprise when one comes across the fragrant blooms. The beautiful flowers never fail to remind her of the gardens back on Lah’mu; and while it’s a memory that carries a measure of pain with it, it’s also accompanied by a bittersweet smile at the beauty and innocence and simple joy of childhood.

Streaks of deep crimson, vibrant coral, and pastel-pale pink creep over the horizon, like the sun’s reaching out with long fingers, tangling them in night’s coat to pull itself above the lip of the world. Jyn watches in silence, sipping on the hot caf, and sighs.

Time passes, the seconds slipping away uncounted; the first golden-bright rays stretch across the sky, driving away the shadows of night, and behind her she hears footsteps.

“There’s caf brewed if you want some,” she says without looking away from the window. “I made it strong.”

Chapter 7:

Jyn doesn’t even know Cassian’s leaving until he’s already gone.

In hindsight, it makes sense. He’s heading out on a mission of high importance, deep undercover in the heart of the Empire, and he has to leave as soon as he can. He hardly even knows her. He has no reason to waste time telling her goodbye.

(he might not come back)

She can’t quite understand why it hurts so much to discover that he left.

He was always going to, anyway.

Chapter 8:

“Hello, Jyn.”

Ice wraps around her, settles heavy and sharp on her shoulders, locking her lungs in place and stopping her heart; she cannot move, cannot breathe, the world warping and twisting around her as though her name was the catalyst for some massive chemical reaction.

(he knows, how does he know, how could he possibly have learned--)

“I’ve been in very deep cover recently, on a mission,” Cassian continues, and his tone is nonchalant--as though he has no idea what he’s just done to her--but beneath his words is steel and his eyes are flinty, watching her oh-so-carefully. “Didn’t learn as much as I’d hoped--at least, not about the most important thing--but I did become acquainted with a very interesting man. He told me some… intriguing information. I must say, considering that he’s the creator of what seems to be the biggest weapon in the galaxy’s history, Galen Erso really is a surprisingly nice guy.”

(galen--no, that’s not possible, how--)

“Papa? You--you saw Papa?”

Chapter 9:

Jyn sits in the prisoner transport, folds her arms, and glares at the door.

Wobani certainly isn’t the most miserable place she’s ever been, especially in the last two years, but it comes very close to taking that top spot. Honestly, though, why did the imps feel the need to put her on a prison planet as bad as this one? All she did was blow up an imperial facility. It’s hardly her fault that the imps just left all the materials she needed to build bombs lying around where she could… acquire them.

She snorts and shakes her head, wondering idly what her mother would say if she could see Jyn now.

(it’s not a very pleasant train of thought, and she abandons it quickly)

(then her mind wonders about cassian)

(and somehow that’s worse than lyra)

The transport’s stopped moving while she was immersed in her thoughts, and Jyn blinks, hearing the stormtroopers make sounds of confusion.

Chapter 10:

Chirrut sits on an abandoned crate, staff between his fingers, and watches.

The fact that he is completely blind and therefore cannot truly ‘watch’ anything has occurred to him; like all untruths, however, he dismisses it. He does not have sight, but he has the Force, and thus he watches every swirl and eddy in its neverending current.

Once, he could have touched that current, molded it to his satisfaction--although he was not strong enough for the Jedi Order, he was attuned to the Force in all the ways that mattered, and his connection only grew when he lost his sight. The Guardians of the Whills gave him a home when the Order would not take in a sickly, pale, blind boy.

And then Order 66 came, and one by one the brightly burning minds sustaining the flow of the Force dimmed and went out, and the shining light of the Force faded and darkened into shadowed twilight, and suddenly Chirrut was alone, and he could do little more than compensate for the sense he had lost with the barest traces of fire that remained. He was--still is--alone in an unlit river that once gleamed with pure light, and every ripple and eddy echoes with loss.

Chapter 11:

He drifts through blackness, soft and empty.

Time passes, he’s sure, although why time should pass he doesn’t know--

He doesn’t know .

(what?)

(doesn’t know, doesn’t know , a child’s voice singsongs, high and bright and mocking. doesn’t know, doesn’t kn o w, do e sn`t k n 0 w, d 0 e s n o t o d k e n w t o s,  on and on and on and on and on and he screams and twists and still the voice chants, warping and twisting and deep and--)

(and there are sun-bright fragments of shattered crystals, kyber crystals, humming and burning, and one of them floats past him and he reaches , ignores the way the sharp edges cut deep into him, and blood runs hot down his hands--but he does not have hands right now, why is that?--but he clutches it close anyway)

(the crystal sings to him, and the child hesitates )

(he’ll do anything to make the child stop )

He struggles and struggles and shakes, and forces the crystal-piece inside him, and it hurts, but the child is panicking now, and so the crystal must be something important--

I’m the pilot , it whispers.

Chapter 12:

Cassian’s hands don’t shake on the ship’s controls. He flies straight and true, sneaking out from underneath the crest of the Jedha-dust wave, punching it into hyperspace before he really should , just to keep them alive, and then he sets the coordinates for Eadu and deliberately does not think of Jyn screaming in his arms.

Instead, he drowns his emotions, the way he always does, especially when it comes to Jyn, and leaves the cockpit, trusting K to keep the ship on the right course. The view he’s presented with is almost as bad as Jedha, in a way, the air thick with grief and futility and quiet resignation.

Jyn lays sprawled on the floor, pressed against the wall, where she must’ve been thrown in their wild escape; she’s awake, her eyes trained on him, but she makes no effort to move. There are ashes in her eyes, her brilliant fire gone cold and dead. It hits him harder than he’d expected, especially when he sees Lyra sitting on a bench, nervous gaze alternating between him and her daughter, and the concern and sheer fear in her eyes is paralyzing.

Chapter 13:

“I take it we’ve arrived?” Chirrut says, and his voice is so light and easy--as though this is nothing more than a vacation, instead of a desperate and dangerous mission for the sake of the galaxy--that Jyn wants to scream. Or laugh. Or both.

“Obviously the ship just wrecked itself,” she chokes out, slightly hysterical--and that just won’t do, she’s a trained spy after all. So she breathes, deeply, concentrating on the pattern Saw taught her, (in-two-three-four, hold-two-three-four, out-two-three-four, hold-two-three-four, repeat), and imagines her emotions as water, rolling off her face, and when she speaks again she’s calm. “Yes, we’ve arrived.”

Chirrut stares at her, only she knows he can’t be staring, because he’s blind, but she can’t shake the feeling that he’s seeing her anyway--seeing her deeper and more clearly than anyone ever has before.

Then Cassian leaves the cockpit, Bodhi right behind him, and the moment shatters. “K,” the Captain says, “I need you to get the comms back up. Bodhi, I’ll need you to get a shuttle near the platform, down at the base if you can, where the turbolift is. Jyn, Lyra, you’re with me.”

“May the Force be with you,” Chirrut calls as Jyn turns to leave, and she glances at him over her shoulder and offers a faint smile.