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detectivecarlosreyes · 5 years ago

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Series: Part 2 of Hidden Truths / Link to Part 1: The Secrets We Keep

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Chapter summary:

It's official Eddie and Buck are dating but they aren't ready to tell anyone just yet, too bad the team had other plans for them.

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After the events of that morning, Buck had migrated from his bedroom to sleeping in Eddie’s bed, it seemed only natural for him to do so. And Eddie was right, it was far easier to sleep against the threat of nightmares when there was someone sleeping next to you, especially when their body is snuggled up against yours and they were holding you close.

Now when he went to sleep he had an arm wrapped around his torso anchoring him in the present and allowing him to experience the memory without being immersed in it. If he focused on it, Buck was able to pull himself out of the dream and when he did, he took comfort in taking hold of Eddie’s hand, holding it close to his chest.

Sometimes he would wake to their positions reversed, and in those cases Buck would bury his face into Eddie’s back, placing a hand over his heart. He learned pretty quickly the steady rhythm of Eddie’s heartbeat settled his own.

And in both instances, Eddie would stir and press himself closer, sleepily planting a kiss on his body if the opportunity presented before going back to sleep. It was safe to say the nightmares were less aggressive and were dying off again now that he had Eddie there as a reminder that he wasn’t alone with the memories anymore.

During the day, their life had become even more domestic than it was before. They told Christopher almost immediately, knowing that there was no point in hiding it from him with them all living under the same roof. He seemed pretty excited about it, commenting that “Bucky won’t have to find a new place now!” And then went on with his day, pleased with the prospects of having his Buck living with them forever.

Buck was also pleased knowing that didn’t have to withhold from his desire to be close to Eddie anymore. Now he got to hug him from behind when he was brushing his teeth, he was now allowed to lean against Eddie when they had movie nights without it being weird, and he could pepper him with kisses him whenever he wanted. It was a whole new dimension to their relationship and all of it was so easy to fall into.

Eddie seemed to thrive off the close contact too and gave as much as he got. Pressing himself up against Buck and dropping a kiss on his shoulder as he peered around him to see what he had cooked, absentmindedly trailing his fingers along Buck’s arms or shoulders when they inevitably sat leaning against each other on the couch to watch tv, or just planting a chaste kiss to his cheek when Buck would hand him his morning coffee before they left for work.

It was familiar and comfortable, and gave Buck the feeling of home, exactly what he had been searching for but had seemed just out of his reach.

Surprisingly, their work-life hadn’t seemed to change much since they’d become boyfriends. They were already protective of each other as partners as it was, now it was just dialed up a little higher. No one seemed to notice the difference in their attentiveness towards each other, and they supposed that was a blessing because they were still figuring things out and taking things slow and didn’t want the scrutiny that would be sure to follow that announcement.

Unfortunately for them, the way the team found out about them, however, was far from how they expected to bring it up. Namely, because it happened only two weeks after that first kiss.

It was at one of their monthly afternoon team gatherings at the Grant-Nash household, having everyone come together with their families on of their day’s off. It was always nice to see each other in a relaxed setting and catching up with the family members they wouldn’t often see outside these gatherings.

Buck, Eddie, and Christopher had all come in the same truck, it would have seemed impractical if they didn’t when they were all coming from the same house. They shared a fleeting kiss at the door before entering, finding everyone gathered out in the backyard, relaxing on the deck while the kids played out in the grass.

Greeting everyone, Buck migrated towards the cooler and picked out a drink for him and Eddie, taking off both the caps before sidling up to Eddie, who had just started talking to Karen and pressed one of the bottles into his hand with a light pat to the shoulder. Instinctively taking hold of it, Eddie brought it up to his lips without looking at it, keeping focused on Karen who was updating him on how things were going with Nia.

Buck left him to it and moved to sit beside his sister who seemed to be having a quiet moment, half-listening to Chim, Hen, and Athena sharing stories of their most disastrous cooking attempts. As soon as he took his seat she leaned into him looking mischievous as she eyed Eddie.

“You look happy little brother. That wouldn’t have something to do with you arriving with the Diaz boys would it?” She asked, murmuring to him quietly, being sure that the others didn’t overhear.

Buck had to suppress a grin by pursing his lips, but that did nothing to stop the smile from reaching his eyes. He turned his head, close to her ear, keeping his voice low but his words light, “They might have something to do with it.”

She took in his expression, reading between the lines and let out a minute gasp. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

He nodded, ducking his head to hide his warming cheeks. “We haven’t told anyone yet and we hoped to keep it that way for a little while longer.” He gave her a meaningful look.

“My lips are sealed. I promise.” She said smiling at him in delight. “I’m happy it worked out.”

Buck looked across at Eddie on the other side of the deck, “Me too Mads.”

** ** ** ** ** **

With their bellies full and bathed in the lazy afternoon sunshine, all the adults had drifted into one group blending their conversations until they became one as they claimed their spots on the outdoor furniture.

The kids had disappeared inside some time ago and Eddie had kindly offered to check on them to see if they needed anything. Now Buck wished he came back sooner because he’s not sure he was liking the direction of the current topic, making him the subject of everyone’s attention.

“Buck, what been up with you lately, it’s been a while since you’ve talked about dating. What happened? Did somebody lock you down and you’ve just been hiding her from us?” Bobby asked good-naturedly when there was a lull in the conversation.

Buck leaned back into the sofa cushion, nursing his beer. “Ah nope, I’m happy with where I’m at right now.”

“Ooh yeah, let’s get you back into the dating scene. A guy like you shouldn’t be single for this long.” Remarked Hen.

“I know of a couple of singles ladies at the precinct who you might like to meet.” Piped in Athena offhandedly as she raised her wineglass, “I’d be happy to put in a good word.”

Realising that he had been unconsciously scratching his thumb against the paper label of his beer, Buck set it down by his foot, not wanting anyone to see his nervous habit. “While I appreciate your concern, I am more than capable of finding a date on my own.”

Chim wasn’t ready to give up that easily as he chimed in with, “Aw come on Buck, let us set you up with someone-.”

As much as he loves this group of people, they did have a tendency every so often to get attached to an idea, turning into a snowball effect when they all start piling onto each other’s thoughts. And to his dismay, it seemed his efforts to stop them were falling on deaf ears.

“I’d really rather you didn’t.”

At that point, Eddie had reappeared and Buck could see him out of the corner of his eye as he took in the scene before him before slotting himself in the last available spot next to Buck. As Buck continued to push back against the idea of being set up with a random woman, he felt Eddie’s hand slowly slide into his before pulling it onto his lap.

Feeling calmer from that action alone, Buck relaxed slightly into the sofa until he realised what Eddie had just done. Sitting upright again, Buck turned to look at him asking the unspoken question. The answer he got from Eddie came in the form of a small smile and the barest of nods with his thumb rubbing his knuckles comfortingly.

“Uhh, hold up.” Karen who had been quietly observing them up until this point held up a finger interrupting whatever Chim had started to say before gesturing at their linked hands drawing everyone’s attention who at this point hadn’t yet noticed, “What’s going on with this. Am I missing something here?”

“I- uh, well, we-“

“Wait, are you guys together? Like together, together?” interrupted Chim, confusion written all over his face.

“Uh, yes?” Buck looked to Eddie for confirmation, who didn’t say anything, instead bringing their joined hands to his lips and kissing the back of Buck’s hand.

“Yeah...” Buck exhaled, lost for a moment in Eddie’s eyes until Eddie cleared his voice, indicating with his eyes that the others were waiting for him to elaborate.

Shaking himself out of his lovestruck stupor over the simple tender act, Buck turned his attention back to all the equally surprised and questioning faces staring back at them and opened his mouth before Eddie beat him to the punch. “Yeah, Buck and I are dating.”

The reaction was instantaneous with everyone talking over the top of one another.

“You guys are dating?!” “How did this happen?” “I didn’t know you were attracted to guys?!?” “Is that why Buck hasn’t found a new place yet?” “How long has this been going on?”

“Guys, jeez one at a time please!” Buck raised his voice over the cacophony, feeling slightly overwhelmed with the number of voices speaking at once. Thankfully it worked like a charm because everyone was quick to quieten down looking at him expectantly.

“This was not how I or Eddie pictured us announcing our relationship to you, but yes, Eddie and I are dating, and have been for about two weeks.”

Hen raised her hand, “I’m probably not the only one thinking this, and please don’t take this the wrong way but I didn’t know either of you were attracted to guys. Is this something new, or have we just been completely oblivious?”

Buck looked to Eddie before answering. “I’m not going to speak for Eddie, but personally, I’ve known this for quite some time from back in my teenage years. There was a period of time that I wasn’t proud of my sexuality.” He sighed and bit his lip, “So when I joined the 118 I chose not to openly announce my bisexuality, but I also didn’t keep it a secret either. I dated a couple of guys in my 1.0 phase and when I talked about them I didn’t use pronouns. I just let you guys assume what you wanted, which, just so you know, I was totally fine with.”

There were a few contemplative nods, and Buck could see each member of their team internally replaying those moments, while the others turned their attention to Eddie. Probably unconsciously, Eddie had tightened his grip at the attention, so Buck leaned into him and whispered into his ear, “You don’t have to tell them if you’re not ready.”

“No, it’s alright. I made my choice when I took your hand. I’m just nervous.” Eddie murmured back under his breath.

Buck shifted so that his body angled towards Eddie, giving him his undivided attention. “You can tell them as little or as much as you want, they’ll accept anything you’re willing to offer.” He gathered up Eddie’s hand, encompassing it between both of his and brush his lips against his knuckles before settling them back in his lap.

Buck watched him as he did this, seeing Eddie close his eyes and taking in a slow calming breath and relaxing his grip before opening them to address everyone else who had been patiently watching their inaudible exchange with looks of fondness.

“I’m going to start by saying that I’m not very good at reading relationships. It takes me a long time to know whether the love I have for someone is purely friendship or could be interpreted as something more.” Eddie paused, clearing his throat, “Yes, I had a wife and we had Christopher, but there was no one before or after her because I never felt the attraction towards anyone else.”

He sucked in a deep breath and continued in a rush. “It takes a lot of familiarity and or a deep emotional bond for me to really know for sure and I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m demisexual and up until about two weeks ago, I didn’t know that I was into guys either.”

There was a long pregnant pause after Eddie’s speech and up until this point Buck had only been watching his face. Buck turned to look at the others to gauge their reactions at both of their confessions and the best he could describe is that they were all looking at them and each other in various degrees of fondness and pride.

Finally, it was Athena who broke the spell as she cleared her throat. “I think I speak for all of us when I say thank you for trusting us with this and we are so happy for you both.”

The rest of the group followed suit echoing Athena’s sentiments in a chorus of appreciation and word of thanks, and those closest to them reached out to pat their shoulders or give their knees a squeeze in support and gratitude of their trust.

Michael, who had been the quietest of the group since the team had started coercing Buck into being set up on a blind date, got up from his seat and moved purposefully to stand in front of them.

Buck had always liked Michael from the moment that they met, despite the fact that they weren’t exactly close. So, he was surprised to see the man sporting the widest of smiles as he reached down to pull them both from their seat and into his arms.

It was firm and warm, and so fatherly that Buck all but melted into it. Peeking around Michael’s back he could hazard a guess that Eddie felt the same way with the way his forehead was pressed into Michael’s shoulder and arm pressed tightly against his back.

And then Michael spoke, loud enough that they could both hear him but intimately quietly enough that no one would overhear, “My door will always be open to you both, should you ever need it.”

“Thank you Michael, you have no idea how much that means to us.” Mumbled Buck, doing his best to hold back happy tears at such a familial reaction from Michael.

As if on cue, all at once everyone stood up and joined their small huddle transforming it into a huge group hug. It was awkward and squishy with so many bodies pressed up against each other, and yet it was so comforting to know that that the family he chose accepted him and Eddie as easily as he hoped they would.

After enough laughing and more love and words of pride sent their way, the group broke apart with each person sporting a glowing smile as they all retook their seats, falling back into light-hearted chatter. Maddie caught his eye, with eyes twinkling as she mouthed to him “proud of you.”

And he answered in kind with a simple “love you.”

After some time, its Chim who caught everyone’s attention bringing up a very important question. “Did we have a bet on this?” he asked gesturing towards Buck and Eddie who had been leaning into each other, quietly letting the chatter wash over them as they took it all in together.

Bobby chuckled at Chim, “I think we had one for how long it would take for Buck to find a new place, but I’m pretty sure that we didn’t have anything on them becoming a couple.”

“Seriously? You guys had a bet on me!” Buck exclaimed, feeling somewhat offended.

Hen shrugged her shoulders, “Honestly, considering how many bets we’ve had over the years, you shouldn’t be so surprised.”

Beside him, Eddie laughed at their antics, “Well whoever bet the longest should get the money because Buck will be staying with me for the foreseeable future,” Eddie announced before looking uncertainly at Buck, “if he wants to that is.”

“For as long as you’ll have me,” Buck answered with a grin before cupping his cheek and gently touching his lips to Eddie’s in the briefest of kisses, not wanting to be that kind of couple with excessive PDA.

Nonetheless, there were still cheers and wolf whistles directed at them, and when they parted they discovered Karen collecting her reward. Noticing their gazes on her she shrugged at them with a smug smile, “What? Just because I’m not in the firehouse doesn’t mean I can’t be part of the bets.”

Buck grinned back at her, pleased that she at least won a decent amount from his inability to leave the Diaz household.

** ** ** ** ** **

It was late afternoon when the families started heading home, bidding their farewells and taking home leftover food that Bobby and Athena insisted they take lest the fridge would overflow.

Soon enough, Buck, Eddie, and Chris had made back to their place and settled in for the evening, feeling pleasantly drained from being out for the day and keen to just relax on the couch together, still full from the afternoon of eating.

As much as he wanted to relax, Eddie found himself locked in a daze, now that the reality of the events of the afternoon had caught up with him. He had not only come out to his close circle of friends in one go but also announced that he had a boyfriend who happened to be his best friend; both things he never thought would ever happen.

Never before had he felt so exposed and yet so relieved at revealing so much about himself. He’s thankful that the team and their families are such wonderful and accepting people, but it could have gone completely differently if they weren’t. So much and so little has changed that Eddie is at loss, feeling both mentally and emotionally drained over that conflicting notion.

He could tell Buck was worried from the glances he kept catching out of the corner of his eye while he stared mindlessly at the tv. Thankfully, Buck let him be, instead carrying the conversation with Christopher for the evening until it was his bedtime. And while Buck tucked Christopher in for the night, Eddie found himself staring off into space holding an untouched full glass of water by the kitchen sink.

Its Buck’s voice that breaks through his thoughts, “You doing okay?” He asked softly, slipping his arms around his waist as he dipped his head down to pepper butterfly kisses along his shoulder before touching his cheek to Eddie’s temple as he slowly swayed them side to side.

Eddie couldn’t help by smile at Buck’s gentle approach and set down the glass before overlaying his arms over Buck’s and leaned back against him. “Yeah,” he replied, “just trying to wrap my head around everything today.”

Buck hummed, “It’s a lot to process.”

“Knowing that you’ve just trusted a lot of people in one go with a long-held secret, yeah, it is.” Eddie agreed.

“Do you regret it?”

Eddie turned in Buck’s arms, touching a hand to his cheek. “Not at all. This is the most open I’ve ever been about myself with anyone else and I have you to thank for that.”

Buck shrugged bashfully, placing his hand over Eddie’s as he turned his face to kiss the palm of his hand. “All I did was run into you at a Pride festival, the rest was all you.”

“Well, I’m glad you did,” Eddie said tenderly.

Buck smiled warmly and took a step back, out of Eddie’s reach but kept a gentle grip on his hand, “Come on,” he said quietly, “Let’s go to bed, you’ll feel better in the morning after a good nights sleep.”

And Eddie, trusting the man implicitly, let Buck lead him to the bedroom already feeling more like himself just from talking to him and feeling so lucky to have such an amazing person in his life that is able to put him at ease with just a few choice words and actions.

They slotted themselves easily into each other arms as the settled under the covers, falling asleep happy and content, feeling more at peace with themselves knowing that all would be well as long as they were by each other’s side and had each other’s back in the moments that mattered most.

~ Fin ~

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loserslibrary · 6 years ago

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pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier [Reddie], Stanley Uris/Patricia Blum Uris [Stanpat], Mike Hanlon/Bill Denbrough [Hanbrough] & Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh [Benverly] written by: Ashley rating: Teen word count: 2,905 prompt: from @ticomat “Ok, so, for a prompt, how about the Losers having a Dinner night in which all pairings have big news they planned to tell the others, and end up collectively stealing each others thunder?”

Eddie knew that he and Richie were the boring friends. They had been for years, and Eddie supposed that was normal. When you’ve been in a serious, committed relationship since… well, forever, it seemed only natural that they wouldn’t have as many crazy stories as their friends. Especially since Richie had been banned from telling sex stories. Eddie didn’t mind, he was never bored with Richie, and he much preferred the most adventurous part of his month being he and Richie trying a new brand of pasta sauce that gave Richie stomach cramps over failed Tinder dates or coworkers setting him up on blind dates with horrible, poorly smelling people.

Eddie and Richie have been together officially since he turned sixteen, but they’d practically been together for years before that. They’d had their rough spots like any other couple; choosing colleges had been one of the lowest points that Eddie could remember and he still sometimes felt sick when thinking about how close he and Richie had come to ending things when it came down to New York City vs Los Angeles. Richie had crawled through his bedroom window, crying and swearing to go to with him to New York City- or “wherever the fuck in the world he wants to go”- and Eddie couldn’t imagine them ever living anywhere else.

So, no. Eddie didn’t feel any lack luster in his life and he didn’t envy his friends’ wild stories whenever they got together the past couple of years. As they rapidly approached their thirties, Eddie was more than content with being settled down and married. Job he liked, financial stability, a loving husband in a surprisingly spacious New York apartment. It was more than Eddie had ever thought he’d be able to have growing up, and he wouldn’t trade it up for all the dating scene moments in the world. He wasn’t sure why anybody would.

There was, admittedly, one thing in his life that he and Richie had been discussing. Something that could only make things even more perfect. And tonight, Eddie was sure that he and Richie would finally have the most exciting news at the reunion table.

“You sure you want to tell them?” Richie asked, rubbing his hands between Eddie’s shoulder blades as Eddie used the mirror to do up his tie. Dressing up to Richie was a button up shirt with jeans that didn’t have rips in the knees or thighs, but Eddie always tried to go that extra mile when they were going out for a meal. Especially one that felt as important as this one.

“Yeah, of course.” Eddie said, finishing up the tie and pressing a quick kiss to his husband’s cheek. “I know that maybe we should wait until we have more news but- the Losers are as much family as your mom and dad, Rich. I want them to know.”

Richie smiled and pulled Eddie in for a quick kiss, and rubbed their noses together as he pulled back. “Alright, then I guess we better get going then. Bev is going to talk our ears off the second she sees us. Since the dweeb skipped Christmas.”

“I’m sure that her finishing the designs for her first leading collection was more important than our Boxing Day dinner.”

“You sound just like her.” Richie swung his car keys around his fingers as Eddie slipped into his jacket. “You’re such a sham, Edward Spaghetti Kaspbrak. You don’t need a jacket from here to the freakin’ car. You just wanna show off your nice threads to our friends when we get there.”

Eddie buttoned up the jacket up and beamed at Richie. “So what if I do? My husband has a big fancy Saturday Night Live job now, so I can spend my salary on whatever I want. Jackets included.”

Richie rolled his eyes and guided Eddie out of their apartment door. “Yeah.” He said in a soft voice. “For now.” Eddie never thought he’d be so happy to have financial restrictions.

Bill and Mike were already sitting around the table when Eddie and RIchie were shown to the Losers’ usual table. “Hey guys!” Richie half-jogged over to them as Eddie thanked their hostess. He tossed an arm around Bill’s shoulders and tugged him into his side. “Mikey, I swear you get hotter every time I see you. How do you do it?”

Bill yanked away from Richie and punched him in the side. Richie made a loud, wounded noise and Eddie came over to give him a patronizing pat on the cheek. “Hush.” He said softly, before smiling at their friends. “How was Florida?”

Bill and Mike exchanged small looks that made alarm bells start ringing in the back of Eddie’s mind, but they both quickly replaced the looks with smiles. “It was amazing!” Mike said happily, waving towards the entry of their private room as Stan came in with Patty on his arm.

Stan had started dating Patricia Blum about three years earlier, and she had been an instant click with their tight knit group. It was rare for anybody to connect with the other Losers so quickly, more often than not the Losers’ partners found their little group hard to fit into. Patty hadn’t been like that, thankfully. She and Richie had been practically best friends by the end of their first meeting.

This was made apparent again, as Richie launched himself from Bill’s side and rushed through the little room to scoop Patty up in his arms and spin her around.

“I swear, Richard.” Stan rolled his eyes but there was smile spreading across his face. “We saw you not even two months ago.”

“Awwe.” Richie cooed, putting Patty back on the ground and moved to kiss Stan hard on the head. “You know me, Manly Stanny. I’m like a dog, waiting for you to get back from work. Very over excited when you come back inside because you forgot your keys.”

Stan chuckled at Richie’s awkward analogy and flicked him in the face. “Yeah, you’re a big oversized lap dog. I don’t know how Eddie puts up with you.”

Eddie walked over and wrapped his arms around Richie’s mid section and stuck his tongue out at Stan.

“I told you we’d be the last ones here.” Ben said, quickly undoing his scarf and giving everybody a forced smile. “Sorry, sorry! Somebody claimed the traffic wouldn’t be that bad.”

“Don’t blame me!” Beverly said, swooping into the room in all her usual beauty. She pressed a kiss to Mike and Bill’s cheeks before turning to look at Ben with her arms on her hips. “I live in New York! I don’t drive. I take the subway like any self respecting New Yorker.”

“I’ll drink to that!” Richie cheered, despite none of them having ordered any drinks yet. The group all started moving towards the big round table, chattering amongst themselves. Richie bumped his hip against Patty’s and grinned at her.

“Take your hand out of your pocket, baby doll.” Richie whispered in her ear. Patty turned him, cheeks turning a little pink even under the red tinge of the dining room. She just shook her head and Richie leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Well, congratulations. Even though I’m not supposed to know.”

Patty smiled to herself, and reached out to grasp Stan’s hand under the table with her own. Richie couldn’t hide his own grin as Eddie took the empty seat next to him. Never one to disguise his affections, Richie leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to Eddie’s cheek.

Beverly made overly loud gagging noises and Richie rolled his eyes lovingly at her. “Cram it, Marsh. Let me love on my husband!”

“Oh I’m sure that you smother Eddie enough in the privacy of your own home.” Bill said with a chuckle.

“It’s not smothering!” Eddie shot to him, before pressing an almost rough kiss to Richie’s stubbly cheek. He immediately pulled away and wiped his hand across his mouth. “Oh god, Richard, you need to shave. I’m not going to keep kissing you if it feels like rubbing my face against sandpaper.”

Richie tossed his head back and cackled, wrapping an arm around Eddie’s shoulders and pulling him against him. Eddie whacked at his chest lightly, and Richie kissed him on top of the head.

“Truly disgusting.” Bill said with a roll of his eyes. “But enough of Dad and Dad’s domestic crap. How have you guys been. Some of us haven’t seen each other since the summer.”

“How targeted.” Beverly laughed, pouring a glass of water from the pitcher in the middle of the table. “But I’ll admit, I actually do have some news since the last time I saw you guys. And before you ask, no, it’s not about my new line so you don’t have to pretend to understand what I’m talking about.”

There was a moment of relief around the table, as they all smiled at their childhood female friend. Even after they’d started having more women in their group, Patty, or Bev’s roommate from college Kay, or Bill’s ex-girlfriend Audra whom he was still friendly with, they’d never really joined forces with anybody who was on Beverly’s level with clothes or trends. The closest was probably Richie- and only because with his career, he has to at least attempt to keep up.

Beverly reached out and tangled her hands with Ben’s on the top. Eddie looked at Richie from the corner of his eye, getting a raised eyebrow in return. Ben and Beverly had been having the ultimate will they or won’t they story in the history of the world, tracing back all the way to the eighth grade. They’d dated off and on all throughout high school, somehow always finding some sort of reason to break up, and then another to get back together. Two years earlier, they had rekindled the high school relationship and the Losers had been sure that they were going to be in it for the long haul this time. Then Ben’s job had promoted him six months into the relationship, sending him to live in Chicago, and they had broken it off once again. Not feeling as though the long distance could work for them. Though the two years had passed since then, the Losers could all tell that the feelings still lingered. Would possibly always linger between them. It was one of the few things that they all knew better than to interfere with.

Ben smiled sheepishly, rubbing his thumb along the back of Beverly’s hand. “My company are starting a new project to create affordable living in New York City. They want me to head up the project.” His sheepish smile broke into a full blown grin. “I’m moving back. For good.”

The table erupted into cheers, which were quickly and embarrassingly quieted when the waitress came to take their drink orders. As she left, the gang all turned their attention back to Ben and Beverly, whose hands were still clasped together on the table.

“So…” Richie sang, wagging his eyebrows. “Somebody’s gotta address the elephant in the room-”

“Jesus, Rich.” Bill groaned, though his voice hinted at laughter.

“Are you guys gonna be New York’s Next Hottest Couple or what?” Richie barrelled over top of Bill as though he hadn’t spoken.

Ben and Beverly glanced at each other, stars in their eyes, before Beverly looked back at Richie and nodded. “That was my news. Ben and I are back together- and we’re moving in together.”

Softer, but no less enthusiast, cheers broke out then. Mike reached over and clasped Ben on the shoulder. The other man’s face had turned a bright red under the attention, always a shy boy deep in his heart, and started waving the others off. “Thank you guys! Really! But Mike and Bill! How was Florida?”

“Yeah!” Beverly jumped onto Ben’s attempts to deflect. “We want to hear all about it!”

Bill cleared his throat. “It was great. You know, it’s always nice to go somewhere warm and know that your friends are all somewhere else freezing their asses off.”

The group all grumbled and complained, while Eddie narrowed his eyes at his oldest friend. His hand was clenched around his glass and he used it to gesture towards Bill. “You’re holding back. Something happened. What is it?”

Bill and Mike glanced at each other. “Welll…” Mike said slowly. “I sort of feel like we’re stepping on Ben and Bev’s toes here but… Yeah, something did happen.”

“Oh shit, did you guys fuck?” Richie blurted out. Stan let out an exasperated “Richie” while Eddie swatted at his arm. “What!?! We were all thinking it!”

“That’s not exactly the tactful way the rest of us would have put it.” Eddie said before knocking back the rest of his drink.

Richie just rolled his eyes and slumped back in his seat, pouting until Eddie reached over and rested his hand on Richie’s knee. Richie dropped his hand on top of Eddie’s and squeezed.

“Okay, so that’s not exactly how we wanted to say it either.” Mike said with a small smile. Bill was watching him from the corner of his eye, leaving all eyes on Mike. “But yes. We’re dating now. We’ve taking it slowly because we weren’t sure what this was, so please don’t be upset that we didn’t tell you right away-”

Eddie burst out laughing. “Billy. Richie and I were together for like two years before you we told you guys. We’re the last people be mad about that.”

“We weren’t talking to you.” Bill said happily with a toothy grin. “We were talking to all our normal friends.”

“Well, that’s fucking rude.” Richie muttered under his breath. A small rumble of laughter moved through the group, even Eddie chuckling. “Whatever. I haven’t decided if I saw this coming or not, and my gaydar is definitely a little off, but I’m so happy for you guys!”

“There’s no such thing as a gaydar.” Ben said with confidence. Eddie, Mike and Richie all exchanged looks and Beverly kissed Ben gently on the cheek.

“Well…” Patty spoke up then, her face looking like her cheeks were about to burst with joy. Richie nudged Eddie and wiggled his eyebrows, while Eddie frowned at him.

Patty lifted her hand up away from Stan’s and held it out towards the table. The light coming from above them reflected off the rather large diamond on her left hand.

“Oh my God…” Beverly whispered. A hush fell over the table following Beverly’s words, everybody silently awaiting the confirmation of what they’d already pieced together.

“We’re engaged.” Patty said softly. Stan’s ears and the back of his neck were both a deep red under the attention. The group remained quiet for a moment, then broke into cheers so loud that Richie was surprised they weren’t kicked out of the restaurant altogether.

Everybody jumped to their feet, quick to hug the happy couple. Richie scooped Patty up in his arms and spun her around slightly, nearly sending their table flying. Both laughing, Richie sent Patty off into a teary Ben’s awaiting arms and turned to find himself facing Stanley. Stan’s cupped the back of Richie’s head as he pulled him into a hug.

“You’ll be my best man, right?” Stan whispered directly into Richie’s ear. Though his friends would often say he had none, it took every inch of Richie’s self control not to immediately burst into tears as he nodded into Stanley’s shoulder.

It took a couple minutes to get everybody calmed down and back into their seats, and their poor waitress came in to take their food orders. Richie was sure that once they sat back down all the couples were holding hands under the table. They all gave small chit chat until their meals showed up, and Richie dug in excitedly.

“Oh, wait!” Beverly lowered her spoonful of pasta and blinked dramatically. “We totally forgot! Eddie, Rich, what’s new with you guys? Anything big happening in your lives since the last time we all hung out?”

Without even needed to look at his husband, Richie knew exactly what to say.

“Nope. You guys know us.” Richie draped his arm around the back of Eddie’s seat. “28 going on 88. Watch the news, in bed by 7.”

The table all laughed, and dinner carried on without anymore cheering. The meal was peaceful and comfortable, Richie feeling almost blissful with Eddie’s heat pressing into his side while surrounded by their closest and most beloved friends.

After saying their goodbyes, Eddie and Richie walked hand in hand to their car. “So,” Eddie started, with a smile in his voice. “Not ready to tell them after all?”

Richie laughed. “Nah, we’re ready.” He said. “But I didn’t wanna steal anybody’s thunder. We got enough news tonight. Ours can wait.” Richie pushed Eddie up against the car and kissed his jaw lightly. “What do you say? Let’s keep it our own little surprise. Just show them all by posting it on Instagram. Show up at the next get together with a baby.”

Eddie grinned. “We wouldn’t be the boring friends anymore.”

“Hell the fuck no.”

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marvel-medigeek-fics · 5 years ago

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Give Me a Miracle

—part 1—

••notes at the end••

Maddie was no match for an assault rifle. She hung up the phone, telling Howie she loved him in those words for the first time. But she looked around. Josh is more panicked than she is. Oh. Shit.

Linda and a few others are crying, and that’s met with nothing more a few hisses of “Shut up!” There is nothing they can do. How ironic that 9-1-1 can’t call 9-1-1.

“This is how this is going to work. Listen up! You are under us now. There is no way out. And if you don’t listen, you know what’s coming.” He pauses and grins, mad with power.

“You are hostages now. This is gonna be fun.”

A few minutes later, the entire floor has their hands tied. Literally. Maddie sneaks a glance over to Josh, who is stone faced. The bruising looks like it went back to the original night. Sue is calm, she always is. But behind her eyes is something she never shows: anger. Most of the dispatchers look like Sue does: ready to fight. The others look terrified.

‘Is this for ransom? Why isn’t there anyone here?’ Maddie thinks to herself. ‘This is a hostage situation. They can’t directly engage.’ She reasons with herself. There’s no sense in spinning out.

The mood is tense. And silent. No one talks. No one even breathes. And no one moves. The officers, are they even real?, walk around a little, watching for direction from Foster, as he introduced himself earlier.

Somebody yells something, Maddie doesn’t catch what, but then she hears the gun fire. Maddie hates that sound, but she hates more the fact that she can’t help. That’s why she’s here and now she can’t even do that.

—

The news is up loud at Station 118. But it’s nothing interesting. The whole team is relaxing after a little bit of a miracle on their last call. Miracles don’t happen that often in real life, which makes them all the sweeter.

They haven’t had a second to breathe since the shift started, so they each are savoring the down time. But it’s LA, and nothing boring ever last for long.

“This just in, there are reports of gunshots at this 9-1-1 call center. Police scanners indicate a hostage situation.” The newscaster says.

Chim drops the bowl he was holding. All eyes are glued to the screen. “We are being told the hostage situation is occurring at Dispatch Center 3.”

“Oh. Shit.” Eddie says.

“Maddie.” Buck and Chim say at the same time.

The tow have completely different reactions. Buck’s is to run to the scene, but he is tackled by Eddie before he can make it to the stairs. Chim, on the other hand, stares at the screen and then at his phone.

“Maddie.” They both say at the same time from opposite ends of the room.

“No, you cannot go to an active hostage situation, Buck. Good call with the tackle.” Bobby says.

“But..” Buck says from the floor, his arm still held by Eddie, who looks madder than Buck does somehow.

“No.” Bobby’s voice is concrete and everybody knows, he isn’t budging.

“Bobby is right, Buck. We have to have a little faith.” Chim says, his voice watery but firm.

Buck shakes out of Eddie’s grip to hug Chim. “I’ll have a little more faith once my sister is safe.” Buck makes a mad dash for the stairs once he lets go of Chim. But he is blocked by Eddie again.

“I don’t want to tackle you again, but I will if I have to.” What Eddie lacks in inches on Buck, he makes up for in sheer willpower. Who is more stubborn of the two has never been figured out.

“But, Maddie she’s...” Buck begins.

“I know.”

—

Maddie breathes a little easier once she hears the sirens. They weren’t going to die alone, at least. Someone knows they are here. It is even more tense in here when Foster is right behind Josh. Maddie had had time to think and knew why Josh dropped the coffee on his foot this morning. Foster was awful date guy. It took all of her willpower to not get up and die beating the shit out the man who thought he could hurt her best friend and get away with it. She seethed with rage just thinking about it.

Maddie wasn’t sure how hostage situations typically worked, but she was sure that they were going to be hostages for a while longer. Foster’s radio kept chirping and he would whisper into it. Maddie couldn’t catch anything. Maybe this would be the time to focus on visual skills rather than the listening ones.

She counts everyone she can see. 59. She knew most of their names, but some were unfamiliar. She makes a mental to note to know everyone by name when this was over. It breaks her heart to think that some of the casualties could be people she couldn’t even name.

She knows Jamal, and Josh, and the very subtle flirting she sees. It reminds her of her brother and Eddie. It would be a shame if they never admitted that they were indeed flirting with each other. What would be more a shame was if they did, and Maddie wasn’t around to see it.

She couldn’t go doing this already. It hadn’t been very long, she thought but she couldn’t exactly check her phone or turn around to look at the giant clock behind her. She could squint and see the tiny analog one. The shape, anyway.

Her thoughts about the time were broken, when she notices the way Foster was looking at Josh. She could hit him with a roundhouse so fast, he wouldn’t even... that was a terrible plan.

She flinches when she hears the unmistakable sound of a slap. “Go to hell.” It was a mistake to not cover Josh’s mouth if you didn’t want him to speak the truth. Another slap. It sting Maddie too. “No.” Another. Maddie winces. Loudly.

“Do you feel sorry for him?” His slap to Maddie hurt less than the one delivered to Josh. She felt the difference. This was personal.

“No.” She snarls. “He doesn’t need me to feel sorry for him. Because he is one of the strongest and best people I know.”

“I should shoot you, for talking back.”

“Do it. At least I’d die defending my best friend. You’ll die a murderer.”

The gun fires off and Maddie sees the sting before she feels it. Lower leg. She feels hit and break her fibula and she bites her lip to keep from screaming. But she says this to Foster as he walks away. “I don’t regret a thing.”

Josh was staring at her, debating something in his head. Maddie had experience with visual reading, but it still wasn’t as good as her listening. Foster was back, and Josh turned his face stony again. But she could see the twinkle in his eyes. He had a plan.

—

The entire 118 crew had been watching the news. The ransom was finally up, 12 million for the release of Dispatch Center 3. Chim hadn’t moved for 3 hours, except for the one call they had that afternoon. He kept replaying Maddie’s last words to him. “I love you, Howie.” Over and over again.

“Chim. Chim.” Hen is sitting in front of him.

“Hi, Hen. How are you?”

“How are you, Howard?” She sahs his name with a bite, but Chim doesnt even flinch.

“I am fine. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to restock the truck.” He stands up and descends the stairs.

“You let him go down their alone, but not me?” Buck whines.

“He’s not going to run off to an active hostage situation.” Bobby replies.

“Then why did he finally move after 3 hours? I think you should keep an eye on him.” Buck questions.

“Chim?” Eddie calls down to the ground floor. No answer. “Chim?” Someone’s tires squeal.

“Damn it, Chim!” Buck and Eddie race down the stairs.

“I’ll clear it with the Chief!”Bobby calls after them.

—

Eddie drives. Chim is right in front of them. Buck is shaking in the seat next to him. “Your sister is okay. I am sure of it.” Eddie doesn’t take his eyes off of the road as he comforts his best friend.

“Yeah, she’s a badass under pressure.” Buck’s voice is soft and patchy. He’s been crying, or trying not to.

“She is. When we get there, promise you’ll be smart. Don’t run into the fire.”

“She’s my sister. I’d run into fire forever to save her. I’d do anything to keep her safe.”

Eddie and Buck pull up next to Chim, who is sprinting toward the building. Eddie has to tackle another team mate, but Buck seeing his chance, runs to the building.

“You tackled the wrong guy, Diaz.” Chim says, coughing a little.

“I’m sorry, Chim. You okay?” Eddie asks, while Buck gets tackled by a cop and herded into hostage jail. Ironic.

“I’m fine, Eddie. Just worried about her.”

“How’d your love confession go?”

“Good. Ended with a crush injury and a hotel room.”

“That’s great! Wait, crush injury?”

“Yep. Oh, and a proposal.”

“Umm... What?”

“Not me, not her. The couple that had the crush injury also had the proposal.”

“Not bad.”

“I suppose we should go check on Buck.”

The two walked over to a sulking Buck. “Don’t say I told you so.” Buck says sullenly.

“I wasn’t planning on it.” Eddie replies.

“Heard anything?” Chim asks, listening to the scanner and Buck at the same time.

“They didn’t tell me anything, except you can’t go past this line.” Buck pouts, but his hearts in the right place.

“We have to do this now.” One of the officers says into her radio. “Operation take back dispatch. Let’s go.”

—

••notes: this is of course, non canon compliant since 3.14 hasn’t aired yet. The second part should be up soon! I love you all and I hope you stay safe.

Now that 3.14 is kind of up I feel like I should clarify that Foster is a name I took from imdb. Sooo, do with that what you will.

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mitchmarnier · 6 years ago

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you told me that you’d wait forever

Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier (Reddie) | Mature | 2.3k

Part three of the Connection Series

Richie hadn’t moved from Stanley’s guest bedroom in three days. If it hadn’t been Stan’s dedicated care for his childhood best friend, Richie knew he very well would’ve starved to death by this point. Stan had bringing Richie meals and drinks regularly throughout the whole day, and Richie had eaten them just as regularly despite not being hungry, because if Stan was going to put this much effort into keeping Richie alive then Richie was going to stay the fuck alive.

The door to the guest room opened, but for the first time in three days, it wasn’t Stanley who came in. It was tired and puffy faced Audra, with a small plate holding a sandwich and potato chips on it. She crossed the room quickly, placing the plate on the bed and sat down quickly. Her eyes danced across his face and she shook her head slightly.

“I’ve been trying to see you for three days,” Audra said quietly, reaching out and pushing Richie’s greasy and flattened fringe away from his forehead. “Stan’s been a serious guardsmen, he won’t let anybody in to see you. Thought he was going to rip Bill’s dick off and make him eat it when he tried to get past.”

Richie smiled for the first time in days. “That’s my Stan.”

Audra chuckled, tucking the strands of her hair behind her ears. “It was pretty great, I’ll admit. I got a kick out of it. Eddie and I have been here pretty much the whole time, taking turns with the food runs.”

Richie raised his brows. “Eddie came?”

“Eddie actually slept outside the front door last night.” Audra said with a surprised look. “I thought Stan was at least telling you people were here, I… I don’t know. I always thought I was protective of your emo ass, but Stanley Uris put me to shame. I think the only reason he let me in here today was because I pointed that we’re technically catching a flight back to Cali in the morning so I actually do need to see to you.”

Richie nodded, letting his eye close. He’d known that was depression was settling in when he’d been able to sleep for sixteen straight hours after Stan brought him from the bar, and was still constantly tired. Richie Tozier had always been good at sleeping, that was true, but when he hit his lows all Richie would do was sleep if he could get away with it. He usually wasn’t, but Stan had made it pretty easy for him to get away with it the past few days.

“You’re not coming back to California, are you?” Audra said, looking as though she’d expected just as much from Richie.

He gave her a bland smile. “I’m sorry. I’ve spent so long running away from Maine and my old friends, I feel like, it’s not helping me in the long run. It’s just making everything worse. I can’t avoid my life forever, it’s what’s caused all this shit.”

“Giving my own unasked for opinion here,” Audra jumped in, frowning. “But I’m pretty sure it’s coming back to your old friends that caused all this. There’s nothing wrong with walking away from things, Richie, if they’re this hard on you.”

Richie shrugged up on shoulder. “You’re the only who’s good enough for me. We know that.” Audra held out hand and Richie reached out and grasped onto it. They both leaned forward and bit onto their thumbs. Richie supposed he must have done something very right in his life, to have earned the right to be friends with both Audra Phillips and Stanley Uris.

“I’m probably going to head out, then,” Audra said, rolling her eyes. “Gotta get my stuff together- waste of a hotel room, really.” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Richie’s forehead then stood up. Once she reached the door, she held her hand against the wall and slowly turned to look at Richie. “Rich?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s okay to fall off the wagon,” Audra said slowly and Richie’s stomach dropped. “I’m not like… encouraging you to drink or anything. But I think, I think you need to know that you can loose a battle and not loose the war, yeah? You can get back up. I’ve seen you do it before.”

Richie smiled at her, trying to disguise the tears in his eyes. “If uhm… You can tell Stanley that he can send Eddie in.”

Audra raised her brow but didn’t argue. There had always been a certain level of understanding between the two of them, from the very beginning. Audra didn’t need to ask if Richie was sure about anything, ever. She always knew when he was, and when he wasn’t. Maybe better than even he did himself.

Audra hadn’t been gone very long before the door was being pushed open again and Eddie Kaspbrak was tumbling inside as though he’d been expecting it to be locked. Richie could vaguely hear Stan calling after Eddie, but couldn’t make out any of the words. Heart hammering, Richie brought his eyes up to look at Eddie. Somehow the man looked almost as bad as Richie imagined he did himself, with his hair a complete mess and deep bags under his eyes. He let out harsh breath at the sight of Richie in the bed, moving closer but not taking a seat.

“Fuck, Richie,” Eddie groaned. “I keep leaving you. I swear to God that isn’t my intention, I- I’ve never wanted to leave.”

Richie just looked Eddie over, knowing that he had to choose his words so carefully. If he did what the burning in his chest was imploring him to do, they’d end up no better off than they already were. All he wanted, with every inch of his soul, was drag Eddie down to him and kiss him until his lips fell off. Though, it likely wouldn’t be any good with how disgusting they both looked, but a guy could dream. And that’s what it would be. A complete dream. Because there was no chance of Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier holding any sort of healthy romantic relationship- definitely not right now, and maybe not ever.

Eddie was still hovering by the edge of Richie’s bed, swaying slightly, and Richie let out a harsh breath and scooted over. “Would you please sit down? You’re giving me anxiety.”

“Sorry.” Eddie muttered, cheeks turning a cute little pink colour as he settled into the spot Richie had previously been holding. They were several inches apart, no contact between them outside of the bed they were both seated on. Richie pulled the blankets a little higher on himself and looked down at his hands.

“I’m not mad or anything,” Richie said through a rough throat. “I feel like I mentioned that last night, but it probably got a little bit lost. In all the rest of the shit, you know? I don’t… And I feel bad that you didn’t leave for real. You deserved better than for me to just assume you’d bailed, I don’t…”

“I should have left a note,” Eddie interrupted him. “It wasn’t fair of me to just leave and think that it would have been fine. I didn’t think that it was going to take that long, and I never really tried to reach out again after realizing you’d left.”

“I guess we both just assumed it meant nothing to the other person,” Richie laughed humourlessly and Eddie finally turned to look at him.

“I loved you back,” Eddie said in a sudden rush. “In high school, I loved you. I really did. But I young and stupid and in the fucking closet… when you, when we… I freaked out. And I’m sorry.”

Richie reached out and patted Eddie’s shoulder, and squeezed him there. “I’d tell you that I loved you back then, too, but you already knew that. It’s okay though, Eds. It was so long ago and we were fucking teenagers, it never would’ve worked out.”

“You don’t know that,” Eddie said, quietly and little sadly. Richie’s heart clenched and he shook his head.

“I can’t…” Richie said, voice cracking and forcing him to clear it. “I’m a huge fucking mess, Eddie. I spent a long as time pretending to myself that I wasn’t, and now that’s coming back to bite me in the ass. I can’t have any sort of fucking… relationship right now. Not when I’m like this, and especially not if you’re going to blame yourself every time I fall apart even a little bit.”

“That was wrong of me,” Eddie responded immediately, looking torn. Richie reached out on an impulse and tangled their fingers together. Eddie’s hand was warmer than his own, and Richie’s body shook a little bit at the contact. “I don’t think I really meant it. Well, drunk me meant it. Because I was drunk and sad and little scared, so it felt like it then. But I know that’s not it.”

“Yeah,” Richie rubbed his thumb along the back of Eddie’s hand. “I think a very small part of me always wondered what would have happened if you and I had tried to be together back then, but I can’t imagine myself not falling in love with Kate. I loved you in the way a dumbass kid loves the first person they’d really had feelings for, but Kate was my first love. My first real love, and I mean she left me absolutely fucked over and shattered, so I hope she wasn’t my true love but… You know? So, I think it’s okay that we didn’t get all over each other in high school, because just would’ve had to face those facts of loving somebody and not being in love with them.”

Eddie was nodding, squeezing Richie’s hand. “Yeah, I- My first love wasn’t you either, not really. I know what you mean about it all being.. whatever. But I don’t know if I agree with you completely. I think that our line between loving each other and being in love with each other is that we were never together. Our first loves went to somebody else, because we weren’t ready to give it to each other.”

A thick silence settled over them and Richie finally let out a shaky breath. “Eds…” He breathed out gently, moving to take his hand away from Eddie.

Eddie held onto it tighter, though. “Relax,” he said almost in a laugh. “I’m not declaring undying love for you, or proposing we get married. I’m just saying that we don’t know what would’ve have happened if we’d dated back then, but I think we’d have been really different people then we are now.”

Richie gave a small half smile, and leaned his head down onto Eddie’s shoulder. “I really appreciate this, Eddie, but I still… I don’t know what you want.”

He felt more than heard Eddie’s sigh. “I don’t want anything, Richie, except for you get better. Whatever is or was between us doesn’t really matter to me right now. You were one of my closest friends for like, seventeen years. More than that, probably. All I want is for you to be okay, and I’ll help you through it if you want me to. If you want me to just fuck off, then I’ll do that, too.”

Richie sat up and looked at Eddie carefully, almost examining his facial expressions. Eddie didn’t falter under the gaze for even a second. “I said that I wasn’t in love with you, Eddie, but I- that doesn’t mean I couldn’t be. Because I might act like a tough bitch, but I’m pretty sure I could fall in love with you pretty fucking easily.”

Eddie smiled softly, and placed a hand on the side of Richie’s neck. Warm hands, Richie noted again. “That’s okay, Richie. If it happens, it happens. And it’s okay if it doesn’t. That’s not what this is about.”

Fuck, Kaspbrak. I might be in love with you right now. Richie thinks it, but he knows better than to ever say it. He just takes Eddie’s hand away from his neck and pressed his lips to the back of it. He heard the gulp Eddie gave, felt the way it shook his upper body. Richie looked up at Eddie from under his lashes, and he was goddamn ready to let go of all the things he’d just said about not being ready and launch himself at him.

Eddie shook his head quickly, fluttering his eyes shut, and took his hand back. Both of Eddie’s hands came down to rest of Richie’s hips and he pulled Richie full into his lap. Richie gasped and wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck, head dropping forward of its own notion and resting against Eddie’s shoulder. Richie closed his eyes and tried to keep control of his breathing.

Eddie tossed the blanket over them both and hugged Richie a little tighter. “It’s okay, Rich.” Eddie said, voice sweet and oh-so-familiar. “I’m not going anywhere, I fucking promise you that. I’m by your side for as long as you want me here.”

Richie buried his face deeper into Eddie’s neck and wondered if Eddie could feel the muscles in Richie’s face as he tried to cry.

xxx

Richie was fast asleep in Eddie’s lap when Stan opened up the door to the guest room and gave Eddie a disapproving look.

“It’s not…” Eddie sighed, brushing his fingers through Richie’s dirty curls. “It’s not what it looks like. We’re not doing anything, I’m going to be here for him. I’m not leaving him.”

Stan sighed, and leaned up against the door frame with his arms crossed. “So, you told him the truth then? And he took it well?”

Eddie frowned, fingers still tangled up in Richie’s hair. “That’s not the point, and not why I’m here. I’m just here for Richie. That’s all that matters right now.”

Stan looked almost sympathetic. “Richie isn’t the only person who can get hurt here, Eddie.”

Eddie swallowed a little roughly and shrugged, eyes still trained on Richie’s sleeping face.

#reddie #reddie fic #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #my writing #connection verse

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grownups-are-the-real-monsters · 7 years ago

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Heartache Tonight - The Kids Are Alright

Summary: “Somebody's gonna hurt someone before the night is through...”

Another one shot in the ‘Kids Are Alright’ Series

Words: 2,144

{Derry, Maine. June 28th, 1976. 12:47 P.M. Beverly’s room}

“Just squint your eyes and focus between your fingers…”

Beverly did as she was instructed, she focused on the white wall of space between her fingers on her outstretched hand. The world became fuzzy and blurred but outlining her hand was a thin line of color. She blinked, eyes back to normal as she hunched her shoulders to laugh. Her red ponytail falling loosely onto her shoulder. “Purple. My aura is purple.” She grinned.

Stan grinned at her from his seat on her bean bag chair. Richie held out his own hand and shrugged. “Mine’s still red.” He frowned with a look of suspicion. However Beverly grinned, reaching out to shake his thigh.

“What does purple mean?” She asked, eager to hear the answer. Richie shrugged, pushing up his glasses.

“Dunno.” He smiled and Beverly scoffed.

“You mean to tell me that I did that for nothing?” She rolled her eyes and Stan crossed his legs to bring them up on the bean bag chair. The blob of green melded to his body shape and allowed perfect comfort. He wiggled a little in the new spot and tilted his head.

There was an unspoken sort of tension in the room they were all separately aware of. Beverly frowned deeply and played with a loose thread on her jeans. “You wanna know about the date I had the other day, huh?” her voice, accusatory, carried loudly throughout the room. “I assume Richie blabbed to you, Stan?”

The man in question shrunk back and picked at the rubber of his shoes. “Oh I dunno. I knew something was up without him having to tell me, I’m intuitive like that, y’know? I like to think I’m psychic too-”

“Shut-up, Stanley.” Beverly laughed lightly to let him know not to take offense. But she had to stop his rambling before it went on forever like they all knew it would. “I wanna let you know right off the bat that it sucked. I sucked. And I would not like to discuss it further, ok? I’m gonna go make some popcorn and we’re gonna move on from there.”

Beverly, uncharacteristically, shut them down completely and rushed out of her own room. When the door lightly tapped the doorway behind her, Richie and Stan shared the same guilty look. They let themselves sit in silence until they could her the girl moving around downstairs. Instead of breaking it with words, Richie came over and sat near Stan’s feet and tapped lightly on his leg like a child.

“Hmm?” Stan raised his brow though he knew this little routine. He gave the guy a kind smile and shrugged. “I’m sure she isn’t all that mad about you telling me, Rich. Don’t let that bother you.”

He advised his friend knowing full well Richie could not handle his friends being mad at him very well. Terribly, actually. He sure did hope this wouldn’t be one of the worst. He scooted off the bean bag and sat in front of his best friend with a smile. “Want me to read your palm?”

“Yes please!” Richie happily held out his hand with a giddy look on his face.

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“Is everyone having s-s-sex but me?” Bill asked abruptly, cutting the silence that had been going on for the past twenty minutes. He laid in the back of the Vista Cruiser that was parked in front of his house while Eddie shuffled through the radio for a good station.

The question sent Eddie into fits of laughter for what seemed like five whole minutes. Bill rolled his eyes and sat up to face the back of his head. “Why are you laughing?”

Eddie wiped at his eyes and turned back to face him, elbow resting on the next seat. “Partly because of how dumb that question is and partly because it’s funnier when you stutter it.”

Bill lightly chuckled and punched the kid in the arm, who recoiled and rubbed the hurt area. “I’m serious, Eddie.”

The other boy sighed and decided to take his best friend seriously. “First of all, really think about that question, huh?”

Bill looked at him blankly in thought before shrugging, deciding it to be a valid question for some reason.

“Sure, Stan’s got a girlfriend but there’s no way that’s happened for them yet.” Eddie began his long answer that he hadn’t been prepared to have to explain. “Mike and Beverly barely talk to anyone besides us and last I checked neither of them have had sex with any of us.” He paused at his own little joke and chuckled. Bill did not seem even lightly amused with that comment.

"And do you remember who Ben and I are? We haven’t gotten anywhere with anyone which sucks but we’re pretty awkward Bill.” He laughed.

“What about Richie?” Bill asked. Eddie frowned.

“What about him?” He sneered and Bill put a pin in that to make sure to bring it up the attitude he’d answered with again. “He’s not had sex yet or he’d be bragging up and down the street. Don’t you know him?”

Bill realized how silly he’d been to ask but he was still annoyed.

“S’not that big of a deal anyway.” Eddie spoke as he turned back and pulled his aspirator from the glove-box for safe keeping. “Sex is just sex. It’ll happen when it happens.” He put the car in drive and moved to pull out of the driveway.

“Spoken like a true v-v-virgin, Eddie.” Bill joked and Eddie even had to laugh at that. Truthfully, none of them cared all that much about ‘doing it’ except maybe Richie. But even that was just some jokes here and there. But insecurity had risen in Bill ever since Disco night when Beverly rejected him. He had briefly wondered if he’d ruined their friendship. He’d also wondered if he just...’didn’t have any game’ in him.

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{Mike, Bill, Stan, Eddie & Richie sat in Stan’s basement. The room is lacking smoke.}

“I hate to be a party pooper, though it is what I’m best at, but the smoke really is bad for my asthma.” Eddie paced behind the couch in Stan’s basement with a slight grin on his face.

“Hey, I could fight you on that, I think I’m a champion at that too.” Stan cocked his head, resting it on the back of his couch as Eddie stood above him. He wagged his finger like a much older gentleman and Eddie giggled.

“I’d be careful if I were you. Eddie’s real scrappy. Once, we were play f-f-f-fighting over the remote and he nearly kicked me in the eye.” Bill laughed and Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Please. Don’t exaggerate.”

Richie perked up and smirked. “Eddie, one time you punched me so hard I fell on the floor and had a bruise for like....ever.” Richie did not look too mad about it. He actually found it rather funny and possibly adorable.

“It’s not like it came from nowhere. You were sitting on me.”

Richie blushed slightly at the memory. Boy, had he regretted that move many times when they play-fought. But he always went for it without even thinking about it. He was actually glad Eddie had knocked him off that day.

Mike��hummed and looked through Stan’s record collection for some background tunes. “Violence does seem to be the way with you guys.” He pretended to scold them, although he truly didn’t quite enjoy violence himself.

Stan allowed Eddie to playfully flick at his forehead and grinned. They were all silent for a few minutes before Mike finally decided on a record. More specifically, ‘Led Zeppelin IV’.

Everyone rolled their shoulders back with the same pleasure as the first song kicked in. A natural reaction, of course.

They were quiet again, absorbing that special sound.

“You know what would make this better?” Richie asked.

“Hmmm?” Mike replied.

“Weed.”

Mike slapped his shoulder while Eddie playfully gave him the finger. Richie smirked at him. Things had been awkward for them ever since Disco night. Neither of them willing to bring up what happened ever since. Suddenly Richie found himself wishing Ben were there because at least he’d understand his sudden mood drop.

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{Derry, Maine. 4:50 P.M.}

Beverly sat on the curb in front of the local pharmacy, smoking a cigarette and hoping her dull headache would not get any worse. The day was dragging on and she felt a little guilty for blowing Stan and Richie off earlier but she also wished she’d done it sooner.

“Loitering is a crime, young lady.” A distant voice made her jump but as she turned her head, it was just Ben putting on her on as he nervously approached.

“Sorry I thought that’d be funny but ummm- I don’t know why I did that, sorry.” Ben tried to mumble through an apology and she had to reluctantly smile at that.

“It was funny, Ben.” She rolled her lips together and gestured for him to sit next to her. “Listen, I’m glad you’re here actually.”

The comment itself made Ben want to smile but her tone and expression made him want to crumble right there in front of the store. She bent one of her knees and sat in a way to face him entirely. The golden sun dusted upon her freckled shoulders and warmed her hair. He could tell she was about to speak but he beat her to it.

“You know about my feelings, huh?” He guessed because he was just too curious and worried to wait. The girl blinked, lashes kissing her face, and licked her lips in thought.

“I know.” She nodded and Ben felt like he could throw-up in the sewer grate just to their side. They looked at each other for a few painful seconds.

“So if I was to ask you-...” Ben couldn’t even finish. I’d be pitiful if he even tried so he let it hang in the air. By the way Beverly put her hand to her lips and turned to look away, he knew it was bad. “Yeah...that’s-that’s fine.” Ben scratched the back of his head and tried to shrug it off.

“Look Ben, I’m not saying no forever.” She turned back with renewed energy that he wondered how she’d managed to pull. “But for now...”

“It’d be a no?” Ben asked. She nodded and he found himself wondering if it had anything to do with Bill. He would have asked but he was not that insensitive. It wasn’t any of his business.

“Please... don’t hate me.” Beverly reached out to pat his knee with genuine fear before pulling away like she was burned.

“Hate you?” Ben found the room to laugh. Beverly raised a frightened brow. “Never, Bev. Never in my life could I hate you. You’re one of my best friends.” He nodded and she felt fine again. Happy, even.

They surrendered the conversation and picked up a new one. Though, both felt a little restrained. How long would that last...?

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{Stan’s Basement. 5:00 P.M.}

Mike, Bill, Richie, Eddie and Stan had gotten side-tracked by a Gilligan’s Island marathon on TV like almost every-time they hung out. As another plan to get off the island failed, Richie took a small chance and put his arm around Eddie but rested it on the back of the couch casually.

Mike and Bill didn’t notice but Stan put all his attention on the two of them as if they were just as entertaining. He could tell Eddie had obviously noticed by the way he blinked and swallowed. He seemed to allow it before abruptly announcing he wanted a pop and stood to leave.

Poor Richie looked as if he was punched in the gut as he lowered his hand back into his lap. Stan bit into his cheek and made to follow his short friend.

He met him at the shockingly white fridge with a look of sympathy. He leaned his chin on the open fridge door and sighed. “Judging by the way you sprang out of there, you two haven’t talked about anything, huh?”

Eddie jumped. Stan always loved his habit of entering a room mysteriously. It was truly a gift....a really fun gift too. Eddie slammed the fridge and shrugged.

“We have not said a word about anything.” He paused and leaned back on the kitchen counter. “I just...I don’t want things to be weird.”

Stan thought about the way Richie had looked like a kicked puppy earlier and shuddered. “I don’t know if you can avoid that, Eddie.”

“I can try.” Eddie gave him a sarcastic and upset grin before completely brushing him off to head back for the basement.

Stan shook his head. Life was going to get real complicated real fast.

#the kids are alright #the losers club #it's been a hot minute #stephen king #Stephen kings IT #IT by stephen king #reddie #benverly #source: that 70s show #that 70s show #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #my fanfiction

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WCW Monday Nitro 29/07/1996

Here we go boys and girls...

You know, I just realised I have no idea what that “Q” shape in the top right hand corner actually means. To Google!

OK well, I had a brief check and I still don’t know. Answers on a postcard.

Something else I just noticed...

Hogan’s screaming face right next to a building that says “prescriptions”... I don’t think I need to comment any further.

“WCW Monday Nitro ignites once again!” screams Tony Schiavone as we get a high shot of the WCW set at Universal.

The magic kingdom has never been more magical.

As always we are welcomed by Mr Schiavone and “Living Legend” Larry Zbyszko. They’re both wearing Mickey Mouse shirts which is somewhat appropriate. Larry doesn’t look best pleased about it.

Tony informs us that there are two title matches tonight. The Giant will be defending his World Heavyweight title against Arn Anderson, whilst Rey Mysterio Jr will be defending his cruisweight title against Eddie Guerrero. I’m guessing one of those matches is going to be far more entertaining than the other. Tony also hypes the American Males Vs the Steiner Brothers, but... meh. The American Males suck.

Tony brings up that WCW has recently been under attack from the New World Order. Larry refers to them as the “new world odor”. Very clever, Larry. Zbszko says the nWo are in control and picking their spots. Really they’re just being allowed to do pretty much whatever they want. WCW could have these guys thrown out in their asses for all sorts of shit, but nope. Nobody ever questions why.

We go to footage that Tony says was sent to them (not established by who) of Hall and Nash standing outside some kind of building looking a little bit high.

Next up we see footage of Luger and Sting coming out the back of some arena. Apparently this is a WCW Saturday Night taping. I assume the Outsiders filmed this footage or had somebody film it for them, as you can hear them saying mostly unintelligible shit in the background. Luger gets called away, leaving Sting by himself.

At this point the Outsiders attack Sting from behind, shove him half way into the boot of a car and slam the door onto his back. They then beat Sting up some more before running off. This is all being filmed. Larry and Tony express minor disgust, as if they aren’t literally watching a guy getting the shit beaten out of him on tape, and say it’ll be dealt with at the Hog Wild PPV.

Obviously another way to deal with it would be to, I don’t know, send this tape to the police? A blatant, pre-meditated assault filmed in its entirety before and after. You aren’t going to get much more clear-cut evidence. But, y’know, wrestling.

Tony calmly states that Sting is OK and suffered “minor injuries”. Well, that’s fine then.

Some vaguely old school Western movie music plays and out comes the former Mauler, Mike Enos, aka one half of the worst named team in the world, “Rough ‘n’ Ready”. I think he was Ready.

His opponent is the ultra patriotic numbskull Jim Duggan. “Not Hacksaw” sighs Larry, and I’m with you living legend. Why? Why?

Mike “Ready” Enos Vs “Hacksaw” Jim Duggan

What a way to start the show. And yes, that was heavy, heavy sarcasm. For fuck’s sake. Couldn’t we have started with Rey Vs Eddie? Maybe just not had this match at all?

There are some contrasting emotions in the crowd as Hacksaw comes out...

The guy on the right seems happy to see Duggan. The guy on the left looks like me when I realised who was coming out. Come to think of it, I think that guy on the right was the dude aggressively booing Konnan last time. Loves ultra patriotic Jim Duggan, hates Mexican konnan to the point where it looked like his head was about to explode... pretty sure this guy is now a Trump supporter. I’ve just dated this blog, but for reference we’re in 2018, so that’s a relevant thought for at least another few years.

The crowd start chanting “USA” straight away. I think they’re both from the States so it’s not a chant that favours either man. Hacksaw is instantly furious, for some reason, and wants to start beating up Enos before the bell event rings.

The ref is like “bro, bro... calm down. We’re at Disneyworld.”

Duggan clotheslines Enos over the top rope after about a minute. Remember how last week Norton got disqualified for doing the exact same thing to Dave Taylor? No such luck here. Damn it.

I notice Enos has “Rough and Ready” on the back of his sleeveless jacket..

.What’s the snake meant to represent? Are snakes known for being rough or ready?

Enos and Hacksaw give each other some pretty nasty looking headbutts...

What’s funny is that Enos’s headbutt was more of a leaning his head in and pushing, whereas Hacksaw just went charging in there and smashed their heads together. Looked brutal. Also Hacksaw is fucking thick. And I don’t mean “thicc”, I just mean thick. Stout. Rotund.

Larry repeats his “new world odor” phrase for about the fifth time already. It’s not that original or funny Larry, give it a rest.

Look how empty the front row is. Where the hell is everybody? Normally that front row is full, and usually with really strange people too. I wonder if the black guy in the bottom left still has his “hulkster” shirt, or whether that’s now been disposed of...

Enos is putting on this really shitty looking chinlock.

It doesn’t look remotely painful. He’s literally just cupping Hacksaw’s chin in his hands. I mean, to go from those brutal headbutts to this is silly. This goes on forever. Even Larry basically says the chinlock is bullshit and not being applied properly.

This match has been going on for about 6 minutes and Duggan looks like he’s run a marathon.

Duggan comes off the ropes and goes for a roll up...

Did not want or need to see Enos’s arse crack, thanks. Sometimes I wonder if WCW understand their audience is predominantly heterosexual males. I mean, between this and that baywatch-esque clip from a few shows ago with Jim “Jobber” Powers, Alex Wright, etc stripping off their clothes in slow motion... I’m starting to wonder.

Tony actually calls attention to the four empty seats in the front row and wonders whether they’re for the new world order. I suppose it’s possible, and I can’t blame them for deciding against watching this classic.

Match ends when Enos is arguing with the ref, allowing Duggan to tape up his fist and crack Enos over the head.

Check out the black guy in the upper right. He’s loving this way more than I am.

“Hacksaw” Jim Duggan defeats Mike “Ready” Enos via Pinfall.

Expert shit-stirrer Mean Gene is in the ring to interview Duggan.

Poor Hacksaw looks like he’s ready to go to bed.

Okerlund asks Hacksaw for his opinion on the nWo. Not sure why anybody would be particularly interested in what Duggan has to say on the subject, but whatever. Hacksaw gets unusually serious as he asks people to listen.

Hacksaw asks “Hulk, what have you done?”

He reminds Hogan about the kids who look up to him, and brings up going with Hogan to the make-a-wish and special olympic events. Duggan asks why Hogan would turn his back on everything he loved, and everyone that loved him. Duggan says Hogan has held his children, and the first word his oldest child said was “hulkster”. That’s not weird at all. Duggan says “Hulkster, you’re a great technical wrestler” - lol - “but I don’t want to wrestle ya, I wanna beat ya up”. Broadly the same thing but OK. Gene says, referring to Hogan, “if you put a good apple into a basket of bad apples... enough said”. I guess so.

Hacksaw’s promo here was actually pretty good. He conveyed his emotions well, and his facial expressions really sold what he was saying as genuine. Just a shame I had to watch a match with him involved first.

We see footage of Arn creepily peering into a random limo last week...

Totally normal behaviour.

WCW loves showing this shot of Mickey. Maybe they were contractually obliged to do it.

Ric Flair’s music hits, and out come three of the four horsemen, plus the ladies.

As of yet no explanation has been given for Flair’s no-show last week. The horsemen don’t seem overly bothered by it though.

Sting’s theme music hits, and out come the Stinger, Lex Luger, and the Macho Man.

I’ll admit to having a bit of a soft spot for the “Man Called Sting” theme song. I actually like a lot of those older WCW songs - Man Called Sting, Steinerized, American Made... I have an eclectic taste in music. Don’t judge me.

Tony repeats that Sting only suffered “minor injuries” after being attacked and he thinks the Outsiders were “just trying to send a message”. Uh, no. If they were sending a message they maybe would have shoved him over, or yelled some threats, or something else vaguely threatening. The pair of them quite literally punched Sting repeatedly and slammed a car boot against his back. I love how the commentators don’t see this as anything major. Just another day in the crazy world of wrestling. Larry calls it “a game of chess”. Most people would call it criminal assault.

Well anyway, these guys waste no time, a brawl starts...

And the match is on.

Ric Flair, Steve McMichael & Chris Benoit Vs Sting, Lex Luger & Macho Man

The match starts with mostly brawling outside of the ring. Sting and Flair are in the ring fighting for about twenty seconds but they’re soon out on the floor as well. We have to go to a break, and during that break we see...

Remember how I noted the dates had been dropping from the “coming soon” part of Glacier’s promo? Now even COMING SOON has gone. Maybe eventually it won’t even show “GLACIER” any more, it’ll just be the symbol in the background. Then a black screen. Then maybe it’ll just become a Mortal Kombat advert. Would have been a better idea than what eventually happened, but let’s forget about BLOOD RUNS COLD for now.

We come back and the bell sounds. Things are finally under control.

We start off with Sting and Benoit. Sting takes charge and Benoit rolls over towards Flair and Mongo. Flair holds out his hand for a tag...

And comes in. Sting is going to tag Macho in but Flair knocks Macho off the apron before Sting can make a tag. Soon Flair and Savage are fighting on the floor, near that stupid unnecessary VIP table. The ridiculous candlestick in the middle gets knocked over...

Good. Although they’re lucky it wasn’t lit, or that shit could have ended up on fire. Meanwhile Savage picks up the bowl of fruit and dumps it onto Flair.

Fruit all over the floor. What a waste.

Flair runs back into the ring but immediately eats a press slam from Sting.

As you can see, the crowd are loving it.

Macho gets tagged in, which leads Flair to drop to the outside and plant a kiss on Miss Elizabeth. This angers Macho who runs over, but gets caught out and double-teamed by Flair and Mongo. The advantage doesn’t last for long though, and soon Savage is back on top. Annoyed by how useless he is at fighting, Flair walks off.

Bye, then.

For some reason Flair stops walking away, sees Savage coming after him and just drops to his knees begging off. This never works and I don’t know why he didn’t just start running. Schaivone says Flair was trying to hide, but if so that was a pretty shitty place to try and hide. Savage throws Flair into the metal bleachers. As he leads Flair back to the ring, I’m sure I hear someone in the crowd say “Macho, put some cheese on it”. What? He might have said “Nacho” instead, so I guess that is kind of a burn, but... not really. I suppose it’s possible he was advising a friend how to best serve nachos, very loudly, and just happened to get picked up on camera. You gotta put cheese on nachos, no doubt.

Next up Mongo and Luger are tagged in. Oh joy. The fans chant “Luger”. Say what you want about Lex, but until mid-1998 or so he was consistently over with WCW fans.

As Larry is talking about Mongo having “great teachers” in Flair and Anderson, Mongo completely botches running into the ropes and somehow falls through them.

Look at the faces on Lex, Benoit and Flair. W T Fuck? Mongo - unable to run the fucking ropes without botching, but still a member of the Four Horsemen. Both hilarious and tragic. The announcers cover for this by saying that Luger threw Mongo out of the ring through sheer strength. It’s not a bad save in fairness.

Thankfully Mongo tags back out to Flair, who is able to run the ropes without falling outside the ring. He just gets beaten up again though. Flair is just the worst fighter. He so rarely gets in any offence. Benoit comes in and kicks the shit out of Luger. Savage comes in and takes Benoit down, even though he isn’t the legal man.

Tony mentions that the Dungeon of Doom have “literally” put a bounty on Benoit’s head. I assume that’s just to beat him in a wrestling match, not actually kill him, but it’s the Dungeon of Doom so... who fucking knows. It might be to shave Benoit’s entire body. According to the Giant that’s what the Dungeon like doing.

Flair takes a brutal superplex from Sting.

That image is a second or so after they landed. Some serious impact. They both literally bounce up like they’re on a trampoline. Mongo is then tagged in again - uh oh spagettios. He basically clotheslines Sting in the corner, executes a tame looking backbreaker, and tags back out to Benoit. Good idea.

Eventually it’s back to Flair and Sting. Slick Ric puts Sting in the Figure Four.

Sting isn’t really selling it much. He looks mildly inconvenienced. Flair starts slapping Sting in the face.

This just annoys Sting, who ends up reversing the Figure Four. Flair tries locking it in again but Sting counters into a rollup.

Flair kicks out and tags in Benoit. The Crippler attacks Sting’s leg and hits him with a snap suplex. Sting kicks out at two. Benoit then puts Sting in a nasty looking Lion Tamer.

He struggles to get full extension on it due to the height difference but it still looks uncomfortable to say the least.

Luger comes in and breaks the submission up. Benoit tags Flair back in.

Suddenly Jimmy Hart comes running out, yelling at the cameraman that “we need help” and for him to “come to the back”.

What good is a cameraman going to do if you need help?

Drunk?

Well, regardless, the cameraman decides to listen to this lunatic and starts running towards the backstage area. Hart gets up on the apron and tries to get everybody’s attention.

Hilariously the wrestlers just totally ignore him, even though he’s going berserk on the apron.

Hart finally gets Luger’s attention and yells at him that they need to get to the back.

Who’s on the bottom of Jimmy’s insane tie by the way? I want that tie.

We cut to the back where the cameraman has assumedly ended up, and we see Arn Anderson is down. Hall and Nash are hanging around with baseball bats.

Not sure what that stain is down by Arn’s foot. Not sure I want to know.

I love how these two are just smashing the shit out of people with baseball bats, and still... no thought to call the police. I feel like at this point these two could literally cave somebody’s head in with those bats, murder them live on TV, and Tony would say they’re “sending a message”, Larry would say it’s a “game of chess” - where you smash the fuck out of your opponent’s pieces, apparently - and they’d try to settle it at a PPV.

Anyhow, the other guy laying on the ground is Marcus Bagwell.

His tag team partner Scotty Riggs comes out and turns his back to the Outsiders, oblivious to the fact they are obviously the cause of his partner’s injury. What a dunce. He’s also standing like he’s got rickets.

Hall cracks him over the head with something like light rigging. The camera turns...

And we see Rey Mysterio is standing on the rails here like it’s a turnbuckle. He tries a flying cross body onto Nash, but the big man catches Rey like he’s a small child, aims him towards the trailer and...

Tosses him into the side of it like a lawn dart. One of the more iconic moments of the original nWo invasion, one that everybody remembers. It looked like a rough bump to take, but kudos to Rey for taking it.

The Outsiders get back into their limo just as the Macho Man arrives. Savage dives on top of the limo and reaches through the sunroof as it starts to drive off...

This won’t end well.

The limo literally drives off with Savage riding on top. Nice knowing you, Macho.

As Savage rides off into the night atop of the Outsiders’ limousine, the backstage area is now filled with wrestlers and yellow shirt security. Just where the fuck were these fuckers when the Outsiders were beating the shit out of people? Obviously the wrestlers in the ring had a reason not to be there, but what were these security people doing? It’s a bit late to be out there now, assholes.

We come back from a break and Woman is cradling Arn like he’s about to die.

Liz and her boobs are there too.

A fire truck arrives. What incompetent idiot called for a fucking fire truck? You have three choices and the only wrong choice would be to call a fire truck. Yet here we are. What are the firemen going to do, hose everybody down?

Rey is on the ground, holding his head and yelling that “there were four”. Well, unless he’s counting the baseball bats as members of the nWo there were definitely only two. I suppose you could count three if you include the limo driver, but the assumption is that he was just a random dude hired to drive, rather than an nWo member.

An ambulance turns up. That’s more like it.

I’ve just realised this fucks the rest of the card. Eddie Vs Rey ain’t happening now, neither is American Males Vs the Steiners or Anderson Vs the Giant. Why do I get the feeling the replacements in these matches are going to be a significant downgrade?

Mysterio is having a neck brace put on, and during this time Alex Wright is yelling “Hey Rey! What do you mean by four? What do you mean by four?” ... dude, the guy just got thrown head first into the side of a fucking trailer. Screaming questions at him probably isn’t the best thing to do right now. The medics take Rey’s mask off to treat him. Tony acts shocked by this and says that in Mexico masked wrestlers never take their masks off. Of course, in Mexico they probably aren’t propelled head first into trailers either, so, you know. Hard to treat a head injury when the entire skull is covered by a mask, Tony.

Benoit appears to be crying over Arn’s condition.

Eddie wants to go to the hospital with Rey, but Alex Wright reminds Eddie he’s got a match, and he’ll go instead. The match was with Mysterio so actually Eddie doesn’t have a match anymore, but whatever. If I was Rey I wouldn’t want some German guy sitting next to me yelling “WHAT DO YOU MEAN FOUR?” over and over but the ambulance crew evidently don’t see a problem with it.

Benoit is still on the verge of tears. He looks like a little boy who’s just seen a dog get run over. Larry says “I know how much Benoit looks up to Arn. This is disheartening”. Disheartening? Is that the best word you can come up with, Larry? Disheartening would be if Arn forgot a conversation they’d had last week. The guy just got attacked and apparently severely injured by two big guys with baseball bats and all you can say is it’s “disheartening”? Jeez.

For some reason Benoit starts getting into it with Meng...

Good thing those ambulances are there. Benoit’s going to need one as well if he starts on Meng.

We go back to Tony and Larry who look a little lost. How boring must this be for the fans out there? As far as I’m aware there’s no screen anywhere showing them what’s happening out the back, so they’re just sitting there looking at an empty ring. I appreciate the tickets were free, but still...

We go to a break, and when we come back there’s still nothing of note happening.

Bischoff and Heenan (wearing the same shirt as Zybszko) have arrived, but Tony and Larry haven’e gone anywhere yet. I’m surprised the crowd are still hanging around to be honest. It’s surely been at least twenty minutes for them now.

Heenan says he’s not going to do the broadcast tonight unless he can be guaranteed he won’t be physically hurt. Probably a conversation that should have happened off-air, but whatever. Bischoff says he can’t give Heenan any promises and he should do whatever he feels he has to do. So Bobby leaves.

Tony says “the wheels are falling off here”. Bischoff says that “fortunately” the fans in attendance can’t see what happened or is happening in the back. Yeah, Eric, I’m sure they would much prefer to stand around staring at an empty ring for half an hour. What a fun time.

A funny thing to note whilst this shit continues to go down - apparently during this incident somebody legitimately did call the emergency services as they thought a gang fight had broken out. At Disneyworld. I’d like to know which gang has claimed the Disney/MGM studios as their turf. Going around spraying Mickey Mouse graffiti everywhere. You don’t fuck with the DisneyWorld Baseball Bat Crew.

Understandably, there’s a loud “BORING” chant from the crowd. Eric says the crowd are “anxious”, Tony points out more astutely that it’s because they’re not seeing what’s going on backstage and nothing is happening in the ring. Of course they’re fucking bored. This is a really cool angle on TV, don’t get me wrong, but those poor fuckers in the crowd are being screwed over big time.

An “nWo” chant breaks out. We see Arn Anderson getting loaded into the ambulance. Bagwell is then loaded into the same ambulance. Sting is holding one of the baseball bats that the Outsiders used. Bischoff calls it “evidence”. Should probably be handing that over to the police, although it only appears that an ambulance and fire truck have shown up. It’s almost like in the world of WCW police simply don’t exist. They’re never mentioned and never seen. The best we get are security guards who are absolutely useless. Remember a few Nitros ago when it took about a hundred security guards to get Hall and Nash out of the arena, and half an hour later the Outsiders were still backstage fucking shit up? WCW hires terrible security and has no understanding of how to file a charge with the police. No wonder Heenan ran off.

Fireworks inappropriately go off behind the WCW sign as we go into a commercial break. That’s the most exciting thing that crowd has seen in about half an hour or so.

It looks like High Voltage are replacing the American Males.

They’re both yelling stuff that makes no sense.

These kids have become so bored that they’re screaming in excitement for High Voltage of all teams.

“Here’s a story of two brothers, Rick and Scott...”

Scott’s gigantic arms are covered by his Michigan jersey. The Steiners come out looking quite subdued, with Rick constantly looking behind him. The Outsiders drove off in a limo with Macho Man on top, guys, I think you’re OK. Macho hopefully isn’t laying splattered on a pavement somewhere. Nobody really seems bothered that they saw Savage hanging onto a moving vehicle as it drove away.

Even though Rick is clearly bothered by what’s happened, he’s still barking. But it’s kind of a sad, tentative bark. You could argue that he shouldn’t be barking at all, but, that’s another story. A lot of things happen in WCW that make no sense.

The Steiner Brothers Vs High Voltage

Scott Steiner starts off dominating Chaos. Fireworks are still going off. Rick Steiner is still totally distracted and won’t get up on the ring apron.

Scott is starting to get pissed off.

Rick gets tagged in. He barks a few times, then turns away from Chaos and starts pointing towards the empty entranceway. Chaos takes advantage and hammers Rick with a few punches. Rage gets tagged in, and he and Chaos hit a double drop kick on Rick Steiner. Fireworks are STILL going off behind the WCW sign. I have to assume WCW has no control over this.

Rage hits Rick with a flying shoulder block from the top turnbuckle. Rick kicks out at two. The crowd bark in unison to try and lift Rick Steiner.

Chaos goes up to the top turnbuckle, and I think Rick is supposed to reverse Chaos’ jump into a powerslam, but Rick instead just kind of ignores Chaos and does a half-hearted slam motion as Chaos flips over him and crashes to the mat. Made Chaos look like a total chode.

Scotty gets tagged back in and hits Rage with an underarm suplex. For some reason Scotty tags Rick straight back in. Questionable decision considering Rick seems to be struggling to focus unless the crowd is barking “woof woof woof” at him.

Well anyhow, Rick tags Scotty back in after hitting a few moves on Rage and knocking Chaos off the apron. Scott picks Rage up in a Falcon Arrow type position, holds him there for a few moments...

Then drops him right on his head.

It’s basically the Falcon Arrow but way more hardcore.

Scott gets the three count and this one is over. Low Voltage.

The Steiner Brothers defeat High Voltage via Pinfall.

The crowd are very happy with this outcome. Two guys in the front row exchange a double high five. I guess they wouldn’t mind getting Steinerized.

Yeah... sorry. Anyway.

We’re back to the broadcast position and Bischoff calls it “A heck of a broadcast so far”. Yep. As long as you aren’t in the crowd it’s been a fairly good show.

Tony and Larry look like they’ve just been told Christmas is cancelled. Cheer up guys. Bischoff says “half of WCW have left in ambulances”, which is a pretty significant exaggeration. Bagwell, Riggs, Rey and Arn. That’s four. So unless WCW only has an official roster of eight people I think we can say that an estimate of half is wildly out. I suppose you can count Alex Wright, Sting and Flair as well, since they hopped into the ambulances too, but still.

I think Tony and Larry are supposed to be looking upset/irritated, but Tony just looks fucking depressed and Larry looks like a kid who’s just been given a time out. Eric says the Outsiders will go “wherever there isn’t security, wherever the weakness of WCW is. That’s where they’ll be”. Well, to review, they’ve come through the crowd and into the ring without being stopped. They’ve ended up at the broadcast booth multiple times without being stopped. They’ve been able to commandeer a live microphone and talk trash multiple times without being stopped. They’ve draped banners over the WCW logo without being stopped. They’ve broken into the production truck and fucked around with the broadcast without being stopped. They’ve powerbombed Bischoff off a stage on PPV without being stopped. They’ve attacked Sting after a Saturday Night taping without being stopped. And they’ve just beaten up multiple people with baseball bats without being stopped. So, yeah, WCW’s weaknesses are basically everything and I’m not convinced they even hire genuine security. If they do then they should probably look at hiring another company.

Oh, here comes Rey’s replacement.

You’ve got to be kidding. How is Big Bubba an appropriate replacement for Rey Mysterio? He weighs about five times as much as Rey and has about a fifth of Rey’s ability in the ring. The name graphic makes it look like Jimmy Hart is “Big Bubba”, which did make me chuckle.

Out comes Eddie.

Eddie Guerrero Vs Big Bubba

This match goes on for a while. I’m skipping towards the end because who cares about any match involving Big Bubba?

I skip ahead and get this visual.

Imagine waking up with that hovering over your face. Terrifying. He mumbles “Big Bubba Rogers” but I can’t make anything else out.

Match ends when Jimmy Hart attempts to throw Bubba his megaphone to use as a weapon.

Hart also hugs the referee.

Bubba lets go o the megaphone, which goes flying into the air, as Eddie grabs him in a rollup. Eddie gets the three, and that’s that.

Eddie Guerrero defeats Big Bubba via Pinfall.

We come back from the break to “the following announcement has been paid for by the New World Order”.

Cool. I think this is the first time we’ve had one of these on Nitro. The Outsiders and Hogan are in some kind of studio. The camera cuts randomly between them as the nWo music plays in the background. The video begins like a computer game struggling with inconsistent framerate.

Hogan says “it’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it”. Nash says “people wonder who’s gonna be next? Don’t call us, we’ll call you”. “Yeah,” says Hall. “It’s invitation only, chicos”.

We get a shot of the three nWo members, whilst video highlights of Hogan play behind them. Hogan says there’s a new world order, and he hopes that’s okay, because there’s nothing anyone can do about it. Nash lists “power, fame, money, and now our own corporation” as the positives. Hall says “think about it, nWo, we’re new, we’re taking over World Championship Wrestling, and we’re giving all the orders”. Not sure the nWo name really needed an explanation, but OK, sure. Hogan yells “it’s the new way, is that OK, billionaire Ted?” ... not sure if he intended to rhyme or not. Hogan quotes humpty dumpty be saying all of Ted Turner’s horses and all of his men won’t be able to put WCW back together again. That’s the second promo in recent times that’s referenced humpty dumpty. First the Giant, now Hogan. Coincidence, I guess? Or the WCW locker room really loves that nursery rhyme.

Hall starts talking about who the fourth or fifth member of the nWo is going to be, and Hogan starts laughing really loudly. A typical evil villain type laugh which kind of throws Hall for a second.

Nash is trying not to laugh at Hogan’s cartoon-villain cackle. Hall says that Sting and Luger have gotten soft at “billionaire Ted’s country club”. He says that he and Nash have had to claw and scratch for everything they’ve got, and that they want Sting and Luger. In the ring, I assume/hope.

Hogan says he almost forgot that he’s wrestling the Giant at Hog Wild for the world title. Liar. He says that he finds it ironic that WCW could be so weak to have to beg for the Giant to save them from the nWo. Hogan says on August 10th the Outsiders will become the Insiders, and with 500,000 “vroom-baa Harley Davidsons” by their side the nWo “will establish itself as the greatest wrestling organisation on the Earth, brother”.

OK. The nWo is not exactly a wrestling organisation. It’s just a faction with three dudes in it. Later on you could argue it’s more of an organisation, but right now? No.

Hall calls Sting a “painted face punk” and says “don’t sing it, bring it.” Nash says they call it “Armageddon” and that “Genesis has begun. It’s the beginning of the new world order”. Didn’t expect a shout out to the bible in here but there you go. Hogan finishes the promo by saying that as the Outsiders take care of the “top talent” in WCW, the Giant will crumble at his feet.

It’s amusing how in these promos Hogan is still basically in Hulk promo mode, yelling, hollering and using big words that don’t necessarily mean what he thinks they mean. Hall and Nash have much calmer, cooler delivery which contrasts quite sharply to Hogan’s more 80′s approach. They pull it together well by editing a lot of Hogan’s stuff to make it more succinct and to the point.

Eric Bischoff has left the broadcast position, leaving Tony and Larry to handle the last fifteen minutes or so of the broadcast. They recap events from earlier in the night. The crowd have had another long wait, between the end of the last match, the nWo promo which none of them would have seen, and now this recap of events earlier in the night that they’re also not seeing. Oh, and they had to sit through long matches involving Jim Duggan, Mike Enos and Big Bubba. I know they got into this show for free, but they still deserve a refund.

Still, we have the main event left. This is WCW’s chance to replace Arn Anderson with somebody exciting, somebody fresh, somebody who can get the crowd on their feet, somebody who...

Oh.

Greg Valentine.

Greg “charisma” Valentine.

I mean, if this was 1986 then this would have been a decent replacement, but it’s not. These poor fans.

On the plus side this is unlikely to lost long.

The Giant Vs Greg “the hammer” Valentine

It’s for all the gold. The WCW world title looked so awesome.

The Hammer manages to rock the Giant early on with a few chops to the chest and clotheslines.

Doesn’t last long though. Giant knocks Valentine down, picks him up, smashes him across the back, then puts him into the corner and chokes him with his boot. Giant then throws Valentine across to the opposite turnbuckle, goes for some kind of weird splash/elbow but misses in a move very obviously telegraphed, yet somehow the cameramen miss it anyway.

Valentine heads up top and hits a double axe handle. Giant is momentarily dizzy, but as Valentine scrambles up to the second turnbuckle to try another move, Giant drops the strap on his outfit, runs over and puts his hand around Valentine’s neck.

Uh oh.

Splat. Unsatisfied, Giant roars a few times then picks Valentine up and hits a second chokeslam.

Thanks for coming, Greg. Hey, I’ve just noticed, the dude in the middle on the left with the tash has definitely been at previous shows. So has the woman three to the right from him. I remember her dancing with her daughter to the Nasty Boys theme. The daughter doesn’t appear to be there this time. No Nasty Boys, no interest, I guess. I had no idea WCW had repeated customers for these shows, I always assumed it was just random park guests turning up.

As an aside, check out the guys on the bottom right. Either doing the most awkward wave ever or vicariously living through the Giant chokeslamming poor old Greg.

The Giant defeats Greg “the hammer” Valentine via Pinfall.

Post-match, Giant leans into the camera and says “I want you to listen real close Hulk Hogan. Pay attention, and listen real close”. He then walks away. I assume he’s going to be interviewed?

Yes, indeed, Mean Gene is in the ring with the Giant. Haven’t seen much of Gene-o tonight. I kind of missed the shit-stirring bell.

Giant is either ripping a major fart or mocking Hogan’s poses. Hopefully the latter, although Jimmy Hart’s expression suggests it could be the former.

Gene asks Giant about Hog Wild. Giant continues mocking Hogan by saying “well you know something Mean Gene, I’ve been to the top of the mountain brother, I’ve walked through the valley of the shadow of death...” Gene pulls the mic away and asks if the Giant has lost his marbles. “That’s a knock off on Hogan!” - no shit, Gene.

Giant laughs. He says Hogan “conned America”, because he didn’t believe the things he preached. Giant says Hogan started the nWo because he knew he couldn’t be “the big fish in WCW”. Giant says that whilst Hogan has been making movies, he’s been defending the title. Giant says if WCW doesn’t hang together, then they’ll all hang separately, and he’s got a chokeslam noose that’ll fit around Hogan’s neck.

For some reason Okerlund gives the mic to Jimmy Hart, who appears to have taken a shitload of High Voltage’s uppers. He’s all over the place, ranting about “living wrestling 24/7″ and says sometimes he lies so much he believes in his own lies.

Hart says that one day he’ll have to pay for the things he’s done, but at Hog Wild, they’ll take Hogan out. Well... OK, then. Sounds like Jimmy is involved in some pretty shady shit.

Gene bids us goodnight from Orlando, and WCW decide to show the Outsiders beating the shit out of the WCW guys one more time. Because why not, I guess? They show a slow mo of Rey getting lawn darted into the trailer, and the show ends with a still shot of this as the Nitro music plays in the background.

Nice. I’m sure Rey appreciates that.

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The Incredible Hulk

Okay, here we go again. This time it's The Incredible Hulk! Hopefully this one will be just as successful as yesterdays Iron man tweet-along. I've popped some corn and I've got a good feeling that this is going to be a classic #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Wow, this is a bit intense. Very green. I suppose I should have expected this. Weird sciencey shit happening all over the screen like it's bloody through the wormhole with Morgan Freeman #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #theincrediblehulk

Oh Edward Norton's in this? I enjoyed that cheeky wink. I hope he isn't the hulk. That would be a shame if he turned out to be the hulk. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #theincrediblehulk

Oh no! DANGER!!! OH! NO! He is the hulk isn't he?! I’ve got this horrible feeling that he might get all hulky in a minute!

Fiddlesticks!... the worst has happened. I can tell by his hulk hands.

Those poor lab people, they didn't deserve that. I already don't like where this is going #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #theincrediblehulk

And bloody Arwen! She's already taken a sour beating! It's too late to apologise now Eddie! Looks like its time to get the military are involved. I reckon moustache man is the grudge holding type #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #theincrediblehulk

One thing I'm also appreciating right now is how they're not-so-subtley name dropping every single character in the MCU right now. Just in case you hadn't realised that they're all best friends #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #theincrediblehulk

Stop the metronome! It was all just a bad dream? Oh... no it's just slightly the future #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #theincrediblehulk

Not the brightest future though: living in the slums, hanging out in your vest and pants.Honestly he looks like he’s about to cry. Not that I blame him, he’s basically ruined his life with his mad science obsession.

Oh yeah, just cooking some disgusting looking slurry and drinking beer in the daytime with your dog.

Before kicking back to some Portuguese TV and a read of your dictionary. That’s right: look down in shame at what your life has become! #MCM #Marvel #Theincrediblehulk

At least the muppets is on. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

What are you up to later Ed? Oh I'm just going to meet up for a private lesson with my belly dance instructor.

Probably have a quick wrestle then get down to some new tummy techniques. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

“This one’s called ‘The Wave’...now you try,”

Did he just slap him in the face? What kind of belly dance lesson is this!? Ohh, i get it, he’s trying to get his heart rate up. This all makes absolute sense now. Totally normal.

Oh wow, look at the chicks down at the lemonade factory! Seriously, this guy is a literal ticking time bomb and look at the women he's seeing on the daily. If increased heart rate is the trigger maybe he should try something less glamorous! #MCM #Marvel #Theincrediblehulk

Gah, stupid broken control box! What’s the matter with you!?

Uh oh! He's gone and slashed his thumb open and now a massive drop of blood is plummeting down towards us! Literally dodging everything in the way and landing in a lemonade bottle... I mean, what are the chances?! #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

What's the big deal anyway, its gone! It's not like you can put it back in your veins... #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Oh no! Looks like somebody's going to be having pink lemonade. I'm not sure what's wrong with his blood but the music is so ominous that I'm going to assume that its AIDS :| #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

What is this now? Don't tell me that sexy lemonade chick is getting harassed in the workplace? Wouldn't you like a little date with the hulk instead? #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Wasn’t he just planning to go for lunch?

We have lift-off.. I wondered how long it would take him to say it. Shame his Portuguese isn't up to scratch. Seriously though, nobody is fun to be around when they're hungry. That's why I popped all this corn #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Dodgy back street deal "what you got for me yo," Only the finest leeks. That looks like a leek. Is that really a leek? #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

“Yes! Finally I can try out that recipe my gran recommended.”

Quick, run home and pop it in a soup! #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Oh.. its not a leek. Its some kind of trippy magic flower. Don't tell me its drugs! I thought this was supposed to be a film about heroes not addicts. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Hmmm... looks like a classic case of moldy blood cells. There's only one chance...

Nope, he fucked it. Looks like you'll be moldy forever Hulky :(

At least it isn't AIDS like the subtext heavily implied earlier. Now you can relax about the blood in the lemonade and start sending out samples to all your mysterious Internet friends. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

In a toilet roll, packed in a shoe box, wrapped in brown paper.

The doctors choice when it comes to mailing tissue samples. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Oh no... the pink lemo killed Stan Lee! #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Who's this army bloke then. Too army to wear uniform. That's how you tell they're a main character...If I'm honest though I'm not 100% sure he's a goody :/ #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Oh, no there was a flash of lightening right as his plane took off. He's definitely a baddy.

Also his face is too greasy to be a pure goody, you never get a greasy hero. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

D.A.T.A - Dildos Around The Anus. First he sends him some of his blood, and now this? The relationship just gets weirder and weirder.

Love can be a difficult game Hulky!

This is like that mission on Modern Warfare 2. In a minute there'll be a couple of dogs which run at you out of nowhere for no reason. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Ooop! they got past that bit already... #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Breach Breach BREACH! Go in there all army and try and nab him why don't you.

Only to be fooled by literally the oldest trick in the book. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Is that sexy lemonade girl pulling a nondescript piece of fabric over her tits? That was lucky, because it could have easily been a stranger.

I suppose this way we at least get to see you close the deal and have a quick kiss... even though you're in the middle of being hunted to death.

Gah! Should've played it cool! Now greasy man has got you in his sights! Yep, run run run... they've got guns, better just cut through this children's play area. No problem with that. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

What’s that beeping!?

Oh no... It was his Fitbit! 175.. you're in the cardio zone my friend. The only time my Fitbit gets up that high is when I'm running for the bus. Still its good to get some exercise. You can probably skip belly dancing class now

Oh no, would you believe it. Fancy seeing you here of all places!

Good thing you practised that move with your belly dancing instructor earlier. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

187... better watch it or you'll start getting hungry again. You know they won't like you when you're hungry. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Are they going to rape him? It feels like they might rape him... #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

191! Oh shit...that’s pretty high. Actually that’s like heart attack high. Have you been to a doctor about your blood pressure lately?

I’m getting anxiety!

Okay 200... that’s the limit is it? Then he gets all Hulky? I don't think he needs to worry about getting raped anymore at least. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Can't tell if he's really green or if that's just the night vision... funny how he can still kind of hide in the shadows even though they have night vision isn't it. Still I'm not really complaining I want him to win, even if thats a plot dead end. #MCM #Marvel #Theincrediblehulk

Fee Fye Fo Fum! You Can't hurt me with your little bomb! This is the biggest waste of ammunition since that bit in Iron Man last time. Of course he's going to get away. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Greasy man has clearly never seen Billy Elliot. Now that was powerful. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

“Don’t look at my willy!”

Everything's suddenly gone a bit jungle book. At least Mougli had a proper loin cloth though. Just waiting for Balloo and the gang to jump out #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

I think, greasy man is feeling a little bit overwhelmed. Maybe he's not the villain after all... maybe its mustache man? Is he greasy enough though? At the moment, no. But there's plenty of time left. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Meanwhile, things have really gone from bad to worse for Bruce/Eddie (I'm calling him Bruce from now on.. that's just his name). So bad that children dressed in rags are giving him their pocket money out of sympathy. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Finally though he can afford to drop the Mougli look and buy some proper clothes. Better make sure they'll fit this large woman too.. you never know what's going to happen with your weight now you've lost your Fitbit #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Yep, colonel moustache is getting greasier by the minute as he explains his evil plan along with everything that we saw in the opening scene ala Bond Villain. Just in case you weren't paying attention. #MCM #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

So after one catastrophe with trying to make a super soldier, Colonel Mustache is gunning for another experiment on greasy man? And after just hearing about how last time everything went to shit, greasy man is still keen? #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Wow... how much pocket money did that child in rags give him? just enough for new clothes a hat and also plane tickets to Virginia. Guess one of those coins was an antique? #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

That blue bike is literally begging to be stolen. Who leaves an unchained, brand new, Trek mountain bike unattended on a university campus? Must be a foreign exchange student from somewhere really honest... like Sweden or something. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Creeping around the campus, hiding behind trees, stalking Arwen... this Banner guy, he's a real Dunadain. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Awhh.. its always sad when a stalker sees the subject of their obsession with another man.

SAD FACE :(

Better force your way into a pizza parlor after hours for a chat with uncle italy (who apparently closes up shop, leaving all his ingredients out of the fridge) #MCU #Theincrediblehulk

Sure, haven't seen you since the time you turned green, expanded three fold, beat up your girlfriend and then smashed up the place years ago but sure thing pal. You can live here and why don't have have a job too.. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Though I thought being a pizza boy was Peter Parker's thing? That’s definitely his line! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Don't worry jacked security guard: nothing suspicious here, I brought you a bribe pizza to prove it! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

In contrast to Iron man last time, the computers in this one suck. What's with this blocky 80s interface? Wait... when is this set? Yep apparently the same time. What gives? Also why isn't all that stuff with Tony in the news? #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Oh my word! Arwen's new boyfriend is Phil from Modern Family! What are you doing here Phil? What about Claire and the kids? If Jay finds out about this you're going to be in so much trouble! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

This is too much.. I reckon Uncle italy had something to do with this. He's a sneaky one, can't be trusted. Too sentimental for his own good. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Walking in the rain... giving a thumbs up to every car because I'm trying to seem friendly. Sad music. Nobody can see my cry. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Does Ed Norton look a bit like Ryan Gosling? I'm having Notebook flashbacks. Urgh... what an evening that was. #notgettingemotional #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Also how quickly did she forget about Phil Dunphy? A little glimpse of someone from the past and she's out driving in at night and hugging in the rain. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

That's an odd way to refrigerate your WKD Colonel #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Does Arwen have asthma or something? Everything she says she sounds like shes out of breath. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Oh, here we go... back room performance enhancing drugs for greasy man.

Standard procedure, double injection to the neck...

...and then a few turns on the revolving gurney.

Longest needle in the world to the spine and we're all done #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

“I want my mummy!”

Could go around but actually FUCK YOU cars... This is the military. URRGHH! Arwen, you'd better run because they do not give a single fuck. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Mmmm.... delicious secret DATA. (Dildos around the anus)

Chose to swallow the USB stick... could've put it up the bum. Would've been easier but then this film would have had to be a 15 instead of a 12a #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

How did she know which tank Colonel Moustache was in? #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Wow the university of Virginia is so beautiful, maybe if I had gone there instead of boring Reading I would have developed a super power instead of just crippling debt. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

YES ARWEN! POW, right in the kisser. That's how you clock a motherfucker! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Wow, that green dude is ripped. Shame Banner is never around to see him. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

May i just say that the CGI is great in this film. Really top notch. You can see where they used it and it just screams COMPUTER GENERATED. Hats off #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Time for a one on one between greasy man and Hulky. Looks like you're out of your depth mate... Yep.. run! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

For some reason, the hulk cant keep up, even though his legs are almost twice as long but thats just as well because thats all part of greasy's plan. Hit him with the sound wave cannons... is that what they are? #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

THIS IS SPARTA!

Ouch.

No Phil! You bloody goofball! You're no match for any of these army types, forget her, go back home to Claire and the kids! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Oh no, Arwen... now you're in trouble Colonel Mustache!

You can tell he's had it because now its inexplicably raining when only moments ago the sky was pristine blue. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Oh... Phillip Dunphy! You tell him! Don't you give that naughty Colonel Mustache a single inch! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Ouch Arwen! What the fuck you startled me! Shit, that's going to leave a bruise! I mean... don't you recognize me? even though I'm massive and green and I have totally different facial features.. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

FUCK YOU WEATHER HOW DARE YOU THROW YOUR ELECTRIC AT ME!

TAKE THIS ROCK YOU DRIZZLY BASTARD! AAARRHHHHHHH!!!! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Greasy man not looking so hot. I guess that’s it for him then... oh no! Yeah he moved a finger and opened one eye so he'll definitely be the final boss. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

How long was that thing in there though? Like definitely more than enough time that he would have had to poo it out right? Catch it in a little net? They are sooo desperate to avoid any acknowledgement of the anus in this film #subtext #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

NEW FITBIT! Heyoo! Not that he really needs it, I mean look at that shiny bod. No wonder she's willing to abandon Dunphy and overlook his anger management issues. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Ahh, a nice haircut from sexy Arwen and a tube of BBQ Pringles. What more could a Hulky need after a violent episode?

Maybe a little kissy kiss? Oh GO ON THEN! Careful though...don't want to get about 200bpm! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Guess who's back. Back again. Greasy's back. On the mend. Round three here we come. He’s definitely going to be the final boss. I’m getting a vibe. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

This is neither the time nor the place to be cracking wise Arwen. You know as well as anyone what the stakes are here. Frankly I've had enough of your breathless wheezing. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Finally, a normal computer! Also I wonder how many people have sent emails to [email protected] since 2008? #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Roadwork ahead... well you can plainly see that's bullshit. How on earth did the police know where they'd be? Or did they blockade every bridge in the city? If so, just imagine the public backlash... isn't this America? Aren't they supposed to be free? #MCU #Theincrediblehulk

What is going on with that taxi? I guess that was supposed to be comic relief after they decided not to go on the subway because it might be too stressful but that kind of came off badly. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Urghh! What's happened to captain greasy? He was looking ripped about 15 minutes ago now he's come down with a serious case of anorexic old man syndrome. And...ohh... his spine? are you being weird or..is that..normal spine stuff? #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Welcome to my red room. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Yep those leather straps are going to stop him. Don't blame it on the graduates if this goes wrong, you were the one who just agreed to take the risk of playing with green fire #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

I'll just wipe this lolly-pop on your forehead. Arwen, would you mind holding onto these false teeth for me please?

There we go! Headphones at the ready... #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Just look at lovely Arwen! IT’S WORKING! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Oh yeah, didn't I ever mention this really important detail? That we've done this before and they all died. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Captain greasy is such a maverick just running in there! Screw using the stairs like a normal human, quicker to leap over the banisters.

Holy shit, he just backhanded Arwen across the room and nabbed Banner for the army team! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Wait... Arwen is Colonel Mustache's daughter? They don't look much alike do they. No wonder they hadn't brought it up until now. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

You said it Doc! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

“Would you prefer if started shooting people?!”

Oh Doc! What have you done. You've made a greasy hulk thats worse than the original. Didn't I warn you he'd be the final boss. Finger movement and one eye open is all it takes! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

He's a bit like the monster from the shape of water. Only not sexy and bulked up to the max. I wouldn't fancy his chances of chatting up the cleaning lady. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Oh yeah, just fall out of a helicopter.

What if you don't change in time? Did you take even a single second to do the calculations before you jumped? It took at least 60 seconds in the lab. You'd have to be at least 3500 meters above ground level to change in time #theydidthemath

Doesn't look like he had enough height... well I guess thats it. Game over. Credits now please. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

You're kidding me...

I'm starting to think that none of this actually even happened. I mean, its just not believable. What kind of documentary is this? #fakenews #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

So if hulk hands are a thing... like a thing you can buy. Why does hulk need to pop police cars on his hands to fight properly. They should have done police car hands instead. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Oh good, another action sequence. I can switch off for a bit.

Shit... that greasy hulk is pretty colossal compared to normal hulk. There's no way he can win if this is going to be a fair fight. Come on Banner, think of something sneaky! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

POWER CLAP! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Just two...

HULK SMASH! Oh! He can talk as the hulk...I thought it like, did something to his vocal chords or some shit. I guess he just wasn't in a talky mood before. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Yet another moment were the CGI really sets its self aside from the rest of the surroundings. Such class. No wonder this film was so critically acclaimed. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Later Arwen. BRB! Places to go, things to SMASH! #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

Yep, he ran all the way to British Columbia. Non-stop. No worries. Just Forrest Gump'd it.. #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

OH Big T! Whatcha doing here in this film? Couldn't you have helped out with greasy hulk earlier? #MCU #Marvel #tweetalong #Theincrediblehulk

THE END.

Well that was some hours of my life that I won't get back. Hope you all enjoyed this as much as I didn't. We're back to 27 followers at least so maybe calling out the defector worked.

Strap in for more Marvel Tweet-alongs coming soon.

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summary: Working side by side with somebody for nine hours a day was bound to end in some sort of friendship. Eddie will continue to tell himself and anybody who asked this until he’s blue in the face. Because that’s all it is, and all it will ever be.

[or: Eddie and Richie work together in book cafe, and Richie is determined to turn Eddie into a coffee drinker by making him the perfect drink. And if Eddie happens to fall in love with him in the process, well then that’s just an added bonus.]

chapter count: 6/7

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Warning: This chapter deals with mentions of past abuse between Richie and his ex, not too detailed but it could be triggering to people so I’m putting a statement here before you read! Richie gives details about his relationship with his ex in this chapter, Also mentions of child/parent abuse, in the sense of Sonia Kaspbrak! This is, for all extents and purposes, the last Full Chapter as chapter seven will probably be short and just tying up loose ends :)

Richie still had a hand curled lightly around Eddie’s wrist as he guided him through the apartment crowded with their friends. Only Stan seemed to give them the slightest bit of attention as they came through, a singular raise of his brow as he watched them go by. Eddie knew that anybody who looked at him would know that he’d been crying, his post-crying face was always painfully obvious. His whole face would go pale except the skin around right around his eyes, which would turn a terrible blotchy pink. His bottom lip trembled and all he wanted to do was pull his arm slightly up in Richie’s grip, and tangle their fingers together.

He couldn’t though, so he didn’t.

Eddie walked forward as Richie closed the door to the balcony, reaching out and gripping onto the railing. It was cold and showed signs of the evenings early rain, and it chilled deep into his chest. He felt Richie’s hand come up and press between his shoulder blades. “What happened, Eddie?” Richie asked in a voice so soft, so full of concern that it almost brought Eddie to tears once more. “Did somebody say something to you? Because I swear to God…”

“No, no,” Eddie wiped at his still slightly damp cheeks. “Nobody said anything, everybody is so nice, you’re so nice… I… I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t have come to your show and I shouldn’t have…” Eddie looked up at Richie with as much agony as he could manage and Richie’s soft smile faltered.

“I’m glad you came to the show, Eddie, and I’m glad you’re here now.” He said, letting his hand come down from Eddie’s back to his hips. Eddie swayed towards him on some deep ingrained reflex and they stood pressed nearly chest to chest. “I like you, Eds. Have since day one.” Eddie felt like his throat was caving in when Richie’s face seemed to darken. “But… if you didn’t want to go out with me, you could have just told me that. I would’ve been fine.”

“No!” Eddie grabbed both of Richie’s hands, squeezing them tightly. “I wanted to go out with you, I really, really wanted to! I was actually so excited about it at first but then my brain… it went all… My ma always told me that I never needed anybody but her, you know? That anybody else would leave me, eventually, except for her.” Richie’s eyes went wide, and he moved forward to press his forehead softly against Eddie’s. “So, that got me all… spiralling. I started thinking that if we started dating that we’d just break up and that it would ruin everything and I really didn’t want to ruin everything, you know? Because I really like you and I didn’t even know it until I was thinking about loosing you because my mother’s right, people break up, we…”

Richie cut Eddie’s anxious rambling off with a soft kiss to the tip of Eddie’s nose. Eddie inhaled shakily, air getting caught in his throat, as his stomach flipped a good seventeen times. “Your mom was not right, Eds, okay? She was wrong, the fact that she would even say those things to you… I… God, Eddie.” Richie cupped the side of Eddie’s face, foreheads still touching. Eddie could feel every breath Richie took dancing across him, and he knew that the feeling was mutual. “You don’t deserve that, Eds. You deserve the like… absolute world.”

“How could you possibly still think that?” Eddie asked, tearing up once more. “After.. how I hurt you. And I didn’t… how… Richie…”

“You’re amazing, Eds. You are and…” Richie shook his head and maybe he had tears sticking to his lashes now too. “I adore you, okay? It’ll take way more than just blowing me off once for that to change.”

Eddie shook his head, hands coming to rest on their side of Richie’s neck. “You shouldn’t forgive me so easily, I know… It was a shitty thing to do, Richie.”

“Yeah.” Richie agreed, shrugging one shoulder and still smiling softly down at Eddie. “I’ve forgiven a lot worst people for a lot worst things. You were just scared, Eds, you weren’t doing it to be cruel.”

Eddie let out a shaky breath. “Richie, you don’t need to be so kind to people who hurt you. You don’t owe me anything, you don’t… You shouldn’t.”

Richie tugged Eddie to his chest and cupped the back of his head. “I don’t want my relationship with my ex to have anything to do with this, okay? I know… I know it will, but I don’t want that. And I don’t want you to compare anything you do to what he did. You’re not like him.” Eddie pressed his face into the side of Richie’s neck and inhaled deeply. “Patrick he… he was a bad person. He did bad things because he could, because he got off on it, and it took me a long time to figure that out. Too long. Everybody knew it before me, but I wouldn’t listen to anything. I thought I could help him. And it’s stupid and a cliché, I know it is but…”

Richie trailed off and Eddie looked up at him. Richie’s jaw was clenched tightly and Eddie could still the barest hints of the bruise under his eye. Not for the first time, Eddie’s stomach swooped at the thought of somebody doing that to Richie. “You’re too good, you know that?”

Richie chuckled, glossy eyes opening and staring down at Eddie. “If I was so good, I wouldn’t have called him after you stood me up.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. “I… Ben said you went home to your parents, I…”

“I did, after.” Richie said, reaching up to scratching at the back of his neck. “I got my dad to come pick me up from Patrick’s. I… I don’t send a lot of time with my parents, not for a few years now. When I young, my dad was barely around and my mom drank too much. Other people had it worse, but it put some sort of distant between us. It’s better now, between us, after Patrick last year but we’re not exactly close. I love them you know, but I don’t particularly like them.”

Eddie nodded. He could certainly understand that. “Yeah. Richie… what happened at Patrick’s? Because you don’t look like he…”

Richie had a wave of hesitation cross over his face, frowning. It seemed as though the same promise rang through his head that was ringing through Eddie’s. “He didn’t but… That’s sort of what made me realize that it really was over forever, you know? When we were together, there were times Patrick would so sweet, even times he’d just be normal.” Eddie nodded, rubbing his hands on Richie’s forearms. “And those times were so great, and I remembered why I’d fallen in love with him in the first place. Because he hadn’t always been so terrible. But this time… He was pulling out all his cards, being perfect and sweet and amazing but I still… I didn’t feel anything for him. I didn’t love him anymore, when I looked at him all I could think of was that he was faking it. He didn’t love me, probably would never love anybody, and I didn’t love him anymore. So I called my dad, and I left.”

Eddie stared up at Richie, knowing his eyes danced with emotions that he couldn’t even begin to describe. He tried to find a hundred words to say to Richie then, something to relate but nothing could express what millions of things that Eddie was feeling. How he could explain his deepest thoughts for the goofy boy with the meme playlist that was somehow so full of sorrow yet the lightest person Eddie had ever met? At the end of a long period of silence, Eddie could only settle on a simple “You’re amazing.”

Richie’s face crossed a seeming endless amount of expressions in five seconds before he leant down and kissed Eddie. Eddie’s stomach swooped down and maybe even fell out of his body completely as he couldn’t stop himself from fisting his hands in Richie’s shirt and pulling him close. Richie’s arms came around, their bodies now completely flushed together and Eddie was sure that Richie would be able to feel Eddie’s heart beating wildly in his chest.

Richie pulled back after a time, staring down at Eddie with a dazed expression that Eddie knew he was matching. “We.. I.. Eddie.”

Eddie swallowed hard and nodded, in complete agreement with Richie’s non-sensorial sentence. Richie grabbed Eddie’s hand and used it to tug Eddie back inside the apartment. “Everybody out!” Richie called the second the moment they entered the building. “I don’t care where you go, but you can’t stay here!”

“I live here!” Mike cried in an offended tone while everybody stood up and started gathering their things without question. Mike was smirking though and moved as well, once Richie stuck his tongue out at his room mate.

After quickly said their goodbyes, matching with smirking faces and raised eyebrows, and Richie slammed the door the second Stanley stepped out of it. Richie pressed his back up against it, staring wildly at Eddie. Eddie knew he was flushed from head to toe.

He stepped towards Richie anyway, body suddenly overcoming with a sort of confidence that until this moment, he didn’t even know he had. He pressed his hands against Richie’s shoulders, holding him more firmly against the apartment door, and Bill’s words sang through his head. Maybe make out with his face.

So Eddie did. He pushed himself up onto his tiptoes and pressed his lips against Richie’s. Richie responded immediately with enthusiasm, pressing back insistently and reaching out to squeeze the skin on Eddie’s hips. Eddie let a hand push upwards to tangle in Richie’s messy mop of black curls and the other to cup Richie’s jaw.

Richie let out a small whimper into Eddie’s mouth when Eddie’s fingers tugged on the curls. “Eddie.. Eddie,” Richie panted, pulling away and his head dropping back against the front door. “I…”

“I know,” Eddie whispered, nudging their noses together gently. “Me too, Richie, I… Me too.”

Eddie didn’t know how long they stood like that, bodies pressed together close enough that Eddie wasn’t concerned with whose limbs were whose anymore. Breathing each other’s air, staring into each other’s eyes.

“Eddie..” Richie said slowly, voice cracking and torturing. “I’m.. I’m a mess, you know? You can’t go into this thinking that I’m better or I’m fine because I’m still totally fucked up.” Eddie swallowed harshly but refused to break his gaze with Richie. “And we definitely can’t do this if you think.. if you think this would like fix whatever issues I’ve got because I’ll probably be fucked up forever and-“

Eddie cut Richie off with a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m not trying to fix you, you don’t need fixing, Richie. So what if you’re kind of fucked up? I’m pretty fucked up, too. And like… maybe we’re both so fucked up that this could never work and that’s… that’s terrifying. It terrifies me and the only thing that’s more terrifying is that I still want to try. I can’t imagine not trying it because, Richie, I-“ Eddie cut himself off, swallowing hard and finally breaking eye contact.

Richie’s hands slid up underneath Eddie’s shirt, thumbs rubbing into the skin on Eddie’s hips and making Eddie break out into goosebumps. His eyes moved slowly from the ground to find Richie still looking at him softly.

Richie nodded once and Eddie bounced forward to kiss him again.

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