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thecrimsondandelion · 3 years ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re talking to the wrong Loser.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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breanime · 5 years ago

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What are the boys reaction to having a sassy baby girl

Billy Russo: He loves it. His baby girl always makes him laugh, and he loves that she can surprise him with the things she says. She had a lot personality since birth, and he loves seeing her grow and blossom. “Don’t call me a baby,” she demands one day, wearing only a diaper and Billy’s suit jacket, “I’m not a baby, I’m a big girl!” “You’re a big girl?” He laughs back. “You can’t even read yet.” “Yes I can,” she argues, opening a book upside down, “it says words!” Billy nods. He couldn’t argue with that.

Logan Delos: Logan often foregoes work, sits down, and interviews your daughter. “How old is Daddy?” He asks. “Seven!” ‘How old is Mommy?” “Four!” “How old are you?” “I’m your baby,” she giggles, rolling her eyes, “you know how old I am!” Logan laughs, leaning down and kissing her chubby little cheek. “You’re right, you’re right. Daddy knows how old you are,” he chuckles. She wraps her little arms around his neck for a hug. “Daddy, you pretty but you stupid!”

Jax Teller: Jax is so in love with his baby girl and her fierce little attitude. For Halloween, she said she wanted to be him. So now she was swaggering around in a mini-kutte with shades and a backwards hat on. “Lookin’ good, darlin’,” she says to Jax with that patented Teller smirk on her face. He’s laughing so hard, he’s crying. She goes over to you and says “want a ride, darlin’?” and then proceeds to walk around the clubhouse and flirt with everyone she saw. Yup--that’s definitely his kid.

Coco Cruz: “Daddy eats all the cereals!” was the first thing you heard when you got out of your car. Coco and your daughter were on the porch, facetiming with Letty, who was laughing her ass off at her baby sister’s antics. “Daddy eats all the cereals, and he can’t read!” She went on, her little voice making you smile. “Daddy has hair like a girl! Daddy only has two shirts! Daddy has drawings all over him!” You quickly join Letty, laughing as Coco sighs. “Why you gotta roast me, querida? Daddy has feelings, you know.” “Daddy has feelings!” She points at him, mocking him, and you have to take a breath, you’re laughing so hard.

Angel Reyes: Angel absolutely adores his sassy baby girl. He sat at the table with EZ, watching as she looked up at you, frowning, with her little hands on her hips. “No no,” you said, wagging your finger, “Daddy is mine!” “No no no,” your daughter interrupted, putting a hand up to silence you, “Daddy is mine! He’s my Daddy! You don’t even live here!” “What? Yes I do!” “No no no, you live outside!” Angel and EZ had tears in their eyes. “Go back outside Mommy!” Your daughter took your hand and led you to the door. “But come back before dinner!”

Miguel Galindo: Miguel sat in his chair at his desk with your daughter on his lap. “What are you two doing?” You asked as you walked in. Your baby was on the phone, babbling away. She put her chubby little hand over the speaker and said “I’m working, Mommy! I have to pay bills!” Miguel laughed, and you did too. “I’m very important,” she went on, “I’m very very busy and very important,” then she went back to her ‘call’, “I want answers NOW!” She demanded, and you raised an eyebrow at your husband. Your baby girl was a Galindo through and through.

Nick Amaro: “Ms. Maria,” your baby girl looked over at Zara’s mom, her eyes squinted as she was being held by her father, “why are you so mean?” You and Nick both stared over at your daughter, and Maria’s mouth dropped. Zara was unaffected. “I--I’m not mean,” Maria said back, eyes darting between you and Nick and your baby, “you think I’m mean, sweetheart?” “You yell at my Daddy on the phone a lot,” your daughter answers, tilting her head, “I think you need a nap.” Zara nods in agreement, her hand in Maria’s. “Baby, that’s--” you start, but Maria interrupts. “You know what, you’re right,” she sighs, looking over at Nick, “I’m sorry. I... I’ll work on that.” “Okay,” your baby says brightly, “start working now!”

Johnny Tuturro: Johnny absolutely loves how sassy and active your daughter is. “Daddy, this is gross,” she says, pushing her plate away. “What? Baby, that’s ghetto scramble! It’s good!” He says back while you laugh. “It’s gross,” she repeats, making a face, “Daddy, it’s too ghetto!” You and Johnny both laugh at that. “I don’t even know how to respond to that,” he confesses. “Only Mommy should cook,” your daughter adds, “She’s good ghetto. Daddy is bad ghetto.”

Rio: Rio spends as much time as he can with his kids, and he loves how smart your baby girl is. So when she’s on his lap, eating an ice cream cone at the park when Beth--pushy and impatient as always--walks up, he already knows his daughter ain’t going for it. “I called you five times,” Beth starts. “He has a wife!” Your daughter interrupts, glaring from over her ridiculously large cone. Beth freezes, and Rio chuckles. “She knows, mamas, it’s okay.” “My Mommy is the prettiest girl in the whole wide world--after me, right, Daddy?” Rio nods. “That’s right.” Beth clears her throat and forces herself to smile. “I know all about your Mommy, she’s very very pretty, but your Daddy and I are partners,” she looks over at Rio, “and it’s very rude not to call people back.” “You’re rude,” your baby quips, not missing a beat, “you just walked up and didn’t even say hi!” She looks up at Rio. “Daddy,” she reports, scandalized, “she didn’t say hi!” “I know, baby,” he says back, kissing her nose, “that’s not very nice is it,” he looks over at Beth, his eyes hard, his baby girl wearing a matching expression on her little face, “But she’s still learning. She’s gonna say ‘bye’ right now.” Your baby grins.

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reggiedonovan · 4 years ago

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The Bits, but not ‘those’ bits...

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name? Reginald Alan Donovan

Where and when were you born? In Belfast, Ireland. Somewhere in the late nineties or whatever.

What is your occupation? I see dead people. Communer of the dead or what have ya, a Medium; for all you ‘particular’ folks out there.

Are you right- or left-handed? Lefty Lucy.

What does your voice sound like? It sounds a bit like, like heavenly angels sent from above. You know? Kind of like, if the Lord’s wee lit’le angels were foul mouthed lit’le bastards who were devilishly good lookin’ but not proper speakers and all that nonsense.

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? Twat. ‘Cause it’s very short and get’s the point across.Tit, comes in handy every now and again, as well. Also, fuck, fuckin’, fucker, fuckery. It’s one of them words that can be used for everything. Kinda like them Swiss army knives, with all the lit’le gadgets.

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general? It was swell for a bout ten years, well... I suppose that really depends on how ya categorize swell. Oh, who am I kiddin’ it was alright, I guess. Until me mum and dad split and he skipped out on us. It was all kind of bollocks from then onwards, if I’m bein’ entirely honest.

What is your earliest memory? Walkin’ in on me dad fuckin’ his mate’s wife at their child’s fifth birthday party.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? An astronaut. I fancied it for the whole skippin’ and a hoppin’ on the moon thing, and the whole Vader voice thing just sort of tied the whole thing full circle.

As a child, what were your favorite activities? Those moments in between the activities me mum had me doin’ to fill in the time, when I could just lay about doin’ absolutely nothin’.

When and with whom was your first kiss? Sandra McDough, she was a year older than I was and she was always goin’ on about how she was goin’ to be the last girl in her class to kiss a boy. Dronin’ on and on. I mean, I was about to cut off me ears if I had to listen to her whine about it a second longer. So, I kissed her. Flat out. Right there in the pews, as her class was filin’ out. I was six, she was seven. It stopped her whinin’ and was the first time a girl ever slapped my beautiful face. An introductory lesson into the female world.

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity? God no. Well, tossin’ aside that whole... thing with the priest or whatever, I lost it to one of my mum’s friends. Not exactly one of her close friends, but whatever. She was in the middle of a muddy divorce, I'd just turned about 14, or so, and a couple of drinks in and well... you get the idea. In hindsight, I probably should’ve trimmed my hair a bit. She was a bit grabby.

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? I suppose the moment, Elizabeth died. She’s the only person, I’ve never been able to talk with who died.

Do you have a criminal record of any kind? Well, that depends on your definition of, criminal.

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? I could write a book on the many embarrassin’ things that have happened to me. Trust me, you don’t wanna read that book.

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why? Elizabeth dyin’. ‘Cause I never got the chance to ask her to marry me. Sometimes I think... perhaps, in a parallel universe, we’re doin’ the whole family thing. Married and arguin’ and doin’ the whole normal life thing. But in our own fucked up interpretations of what those lives would look like.

What is your best memory? The first time I took so many drugs that I nearly saw Elizabeth.

What is your worst memory? My dad leavin’ us. Things were never alright with me mum after that.

PART 4: BELIEFS & OPINIONS

What are your religious views? I don’t know if I believe in the whole, one god up in the sky, and all that nonsense. But, seein’ as how I’ve been able to see the dead since I was but a wee lit’le lad, I guess that means, somethin’s out there.

What are your political views? Just let the people do what they want, so long as it’s not fuckin’ with other people’s rights or forcin’ someone into doin’ somethin’ they don’t want to do.

What are your views on sex? All’s a go, as long as all parties consent. Just, broaden your horizons. Toys. Whips. Whatever. Don’t knock it till ya try it, I always say.

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do? Besides murderin’ someone for no reason, probably takin’ advantage of someone sexually.

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? Sure, but at the end of the day, it’s practically a roll of the dice.

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)? My half sisters on me mum’s side, if I knew where my aunt moved to.

PART 5: RELATIONSHIPS W/OTHERS

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened. Yes. They died.

What do you look for in a potential lover? Someone to be a twat with, who won’t take the entire world seriously.

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why? Not so much anymore. ‘Cause ya can’t depend on people.

If you died or went missing, who would miss you? That there is the million dollar question. I’d like to think someone, somewhere out there would miss me. But, who the fuck really knows?

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not? Sure, man. Loads of people, means; happy fuckin’ times. I was never really good at the whole maths thing, but that equals a fuckin’ party to me.

Do you care what others think of you? Eh, not really, no. Who has time to worry ‘bout what other people are thinkin’? I mean, honestly. It seems like a whole lot of time wasted on fucks you probably wouldn’t hang round if the world were endin’. Besides, I get exhausted havin’ me own thoughts.

PART 6: LIKES & DISLIKES

What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)? Toss all that together with some hallucinogenic drugs and I say that’s time spent well.

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit? Oh, yeah. ‘Cause it’s fuckin’ amazin’. Not really, no.

What, if anything, shocks or offends you? I don’t know, I think I’ve just gotten numb to the whole thing. Ya know? Once you’ve gone through life and gone through some shit, you basically feel like: “Okay, you can survive this.” Then somethin’ worse happens and ya just deal with it when it comes. But nothin’ generally comes to mind.

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself? Probably pop a random pill, just to see what would happen. Kind of like an experiment.

How do you deal with stress? The ol’ Mary Jane. Or some other tie to the illegal family of substances.

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan? Spontaneous till the day I die.

PART 7: SELF IMAGES & OTHER

Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at. I’m putting’ a pin in this.

Do you like yourself? Sometimes.

If you could choose, how would you want to die? Whatever way is the least painful.

If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left. First off, I’d want to do every flavor from Ben and Jerry’s. Since I’ve never had all the flavors before. Second, I’d want to go back to Ireland and punch that old priest. Lastly, I’d probably shag a stewardess on the way back. I’ve always wanted to join that mile-high club.

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death? Reg, he partied like a proper rock star. God rest his soul. There shall never be another shag quite like him. His curls shall live on.

What three words would others probably use to describe you? Erratic, Eccentric, Lively.

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kaspbrak-eddie · 7 years ago

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This is the original ask for this fic! It is based off of this song, sent in by the lovely @skylareclipse144

The song felt sad to me, so I made the fic sad. I am not really sure how people normally do songfics because I have not read many, but I just put the lyrics into it. Also, they are around 30 in this. Enjoy. :)

Running Back To You

Pairing: Reddie

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Words: 1642

Hey Eds,

hey old lover when you fall asleep there’s a piece of you in every song i sing

It’s Rich. I miss you. We haven’t talked in years but I’ve been doing a lot of thinking recently. You haven’t heard probably, but I’m a singer now! My band is making it big, like you always said I would. Do you remember that night? The one before my family moved out, we just sat at the quarry. You said you always knew I was bigger than Maine. I miss those nights. Anyway. We’ve been doing gigs all over LA for the last few months. I love it, I just get to lose myself in my thoughts when I sing. And recently, they’ve all been about you. Do you ever think of me? I hope you do. I hope so hard it hurts sometimes.

where your childhood runs wild and free

I mostly think about how things used to be with us. Simple; happy. Riding you double on my bike down to the quarry when we were kids. Swimming with our friends or seeing movies at the Aladdin. We both always knew there was something between us. More than what we had with the others. I know I wasn’t the only one who felt it.

without me

Why didn’t we ever say anything? That’s just what happens when you grow up in a homophobic town, I guess. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been in love with you Eddie. I wish I’d had the stones to tell you before. Every god damn day I think about driving away from Derry, watching you out the back window of my parents’ old car. Just standing on the sidewalk outside our house. I remember the way your shoulders fell. I couldn’t see, did you have tears on your face? I did. My parents thought it was because you were my best friend. I knew it was something else.

held your love in a silver spoon // walked outside just to kiss the moon

What if I had said something? What if we’d never left? I should have said something, Eds. We could have gone to college together. I would have gone anywhere for you. We could have been that annoying, disgusting couple who never shuts the fuck up about each other. We could have gotten a cat, even though I’m allergic. But I know you don’t like dogs. You always talked about getting a cat when you moved out of your mom’s house. Did you? Did you get to be that couple with someone else? Are you that couple with her? I’ve never had someone to be that couple with, Eds. I was always waiting for you.

lookin back i wish i kissed you

We used to be those people, almost. When I sing, I lose myself. I lose myself thinking about your hands, the touches we shared in high school that… most friends don’t. I think about your hips, your thighs, ruffling my fingers through your hair when I made fun of you. Which I only did as an excuse to touch your hair. I miss your soft hair. Do you gel it down now? I suppose you probably do, most adults don’t let their wavy hair feather out like yours used to. Too touchable. I think about your lips. Too kissable. Although I wouldn’t know, it hurts to think that she knows more than me. You used to know everything about me, Eds. When I go to sleep at night, I think about it. Remember how you always used to let me climb through your window at night? You knew me so well; that I can’t be alone, even when I sleep. It pains me to think that someone else gets to spend their nights with you, because my nights with you are the best things out of everything I can still remember about Derry.

to keep the light on honey is the least that i can do

I remember those nights every time I fall asleep. You used to leave your window open for me every night, and I’ve never locked a window since. I don’t know why, it’s not like you’re going to climb through and come save me from this heartache. But just in case. Every single night I fall asleep looking out my window, hoping. Although I will say, there are considerably less stars outside mine than there used to be outside yours. Probably means something; hurts too much to think about it.

if i keep running back to you // your heart is a slow train comin i’m afraid to make my move

I still have an old polaroid of us. Do you remember when Mike found his dad’s old camera and used to take pictures of all of us when we’d hang out? Before I moved away, he came to my house early that morning, before you got there. He was always up so early. He gave me a photo he’d taken about a month before I even knew I was leaving. It was us, in Bill’s basement, passed out. Mike had been the first one to wake up after one of our sleepovers, as he always was. He had found us on the couch, your head in my lap and my hand in your hair, my other hand was loosely entangled with one of yours. I didn’t even remember it. Do you? I keep it in my wallet, just so I won’t forget you. It’s faded, but you can still see us. I look at it when I forget what you used to look like. Which happens more and more every day. It hurts, Eds. Do you remember me? What I looked like? I wish I knew what you looked like now. How you’re doing now. I should have called you, I don’t know why I didn’t. Maybe the same reason I never told you I loved you when we were younger.

hey old lover it’s a lonely day // there’s a record on and the song remains

Do you remember all those times we drove around Derry in my old, beat up truck? When your mom was too much or my parents were on my case about something. You always used to fiddle with the radio in between every song. There was almost more flipping through channels in that car than actual music. You’ve always been so picky. I remember the songs you liked, the few you’d actually let play. I have a playlist of them on my phone and listen to it every time I drive. It’s not the same.

if we dance real slow until the music fades // will we do the same

Do you remember the song that played at prom? You know the one. Ben and Bev were dancing, Mike was dancing with his girlfriend, Stan with Patty and Bill with Audra. It was just us. And I asked you to dance. And you said yes. I remember the blush on your face when you put your hands on my shoulders, your eyelashes fluttering as you looked around. I miss those shy looks we used to share. When we’d both look around and catch each other’s eyes every once in a while. That night I couldn’t bring myself to look away. You were so beautiful, Eds. You probably still are. It doesn’t matter though. Because you’re marrying her. We could have gotten married. We could have danced like that at our wedding.

held your heart till the bitter end

I’ve held out hope my whole life. Picturing that dance. Picturing our wedding. I always thought it would happen. I thought we’d find our way back. But I got that wedding invitation today, and I can’t. I don’t know what to do, Eds. I guess this whole time I’ve been thinking of you I thought you were thinking of me too.

you held my hand like i was your best friend

Do you remember the wedding the losers had for us? A week after we met, I asked you to marry me. You giggled and said of course. God I miss your giggle, it sounded like angels singing. We were seven. And we got married in the Denbrough’s backyard. I guess that wedding will have to replace the one I’ve been picturing for the last 20 years; it’s the only one we’ll ever have.

I don’t even know why I’m writing this, Eds. It feels too impersonal to just check regrets on the RSVP of that invitation. I’ve always been the clown but there are no jokes to make here. I’ve loved you for my whole life, Eddie, and I’ll love you until the day I die. I hope Myra loves you just as much as I do.

Yours,

Richie.

in another life we will meet again

Richie signed the letter and leaned back in his chair, sighing. He turned around to look out his window, hoping against hope the same thing he’d been since he moved away from Derry when he was seventeen. But he knew it would never happen. He got up and crossed the room to lock the window, looking out one last time before drawing the blinds for the first time since he’d moved into his apartment. He padded back to his desk and looked down at the letter he’d just written. He picked it up, crumpled it into a tight ball and threw it in the garbage under his desk. He leaned over, checked regret on the RSVP card from the invitation to Eddie and Myra’s wedding, and sealed it. He’d take it to the post office the next day. He ran a hand through his hair and slipped out of his jeans. He climbed in bed and fell asleep that night facing the wall, tears staining his pillow.

okay i know the polaroid thing is from a fic i read like a million years ago, i looked in my reblogs for like an hour and i couldn’t find it. it was so fuckin beautiful i had to put it in here, if that’s your fic or if you know it let me know! :)

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madiamazing · 7 years ago

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I was tagged by @therosenpants, @operaofthephantom, AND @eriks-stale-breadstick, so I finally decided to show y’all 6 photos from my phone that represent me. :) 1. The Shrek cookies my students made me on my last day of student teaching 😭😂 2. Ben Lewis. 3. Me and my boi. 💙 4. Gerik lookin like he boutta nut when Christine walks by. 5. Me being derpy about seeing POTO for the first time!!! 6. I am the globglogabgolab. I tag @eriks-angel, @oh-hey-raoul-is-gay, @thephantomofbox5, @vastglassylake, @balletgiry, and @phantom-triumphant! 😌

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lovecrimers · 8 years ago

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In depth analysis on Destiel [S6-S7]

6x03: Sam mentions that Castiel never answers when he prays to him and that Dean should try because Castiel always comes for him. Dean tries it and LO AND BEHOLD.

6x03: Castiel tells Sam the and Dean Share a more profound bond in a voice that kind of says “Yeah. Dean and I are MORE than friends” lol

6x03: When other people point out the "profound bond" that Dean and Castiel share, Dean always goes quiet & never denies it.

6x05: The boys hit up a bar and while they’re there, there’s a shot of a tall sandy haired guy kissing a short dark haired man. #subtext

6x05: Souless!Sam doesn’t give a flying fudge & Dean keeps looking nervously over at Sam as if trying to see if he has a reaction towards gay folks. Maybe he’s been wanting brotherly approval????hmmmmm

6x06: Castiel appears after Dean mentions a divine weapon but it turns out he wants to talk more about Sam. Castiel acts like he doesn’t care but he eventually folds & tells Dean he will help with Sam too. He can’t stand to see Dean upset

6x10: Castiel & Meg make out and the look on Dean’s face is pretty much the textbook example of “what the fuck” and jealousy combined.

6x10: The infamous “pizza man” scene where Castiel watches porn in the room with Sam & Dean present. Sam is mostly amused while Dean is visibly flustered.

6x10: Dean points out that Castiel has a boner. How would you know unless you were lookin? HUH DEAN?

6x10: Castiel says he is losing the war in heaven and would much rather be on earth with Dean.

6x15: The term "French Mistake" refers to a straight guy having a gay sexual encounter he later regrets. Nuff said.

6x15: Balthazar tells the Winchesters that Raphael is trying to kill “Cassie” and his allies. When he mentions Castiel is currently hiding, Dean looks relieved.

6x15: In the French Mistake universe, Dean immediately prays to Castiel and lo and behold, Misha Collins shows up.

6x15: Dean seems offended at everyone’s real names on set, particularly focusing on Misha. (Excuse me while I melt over Cockles)

6x17: Dean is open about lamenting the fact that he can’t have Castiel constantly by his side anymore and he gets bitchy about it.

6x17: When Castiel admits he’s not doing very well, Dean instantly stops being a jerk and starts cutting him slack & “mother hen-ing” Castiel.

6x17: He once again admits he’d rather be with Sam & Dean than fulfilling his heavenly duties.

6x17: Castiel has Balthazar sink the Titanic again to save Dean and Sam from Fate.

6x17: Let’s not forget this whole thing - "I'm sorry, you have me confused with the other angel. You know, the one in the dirty trenchcoat who's in love with you?"

6x18: Dean prays to Castiel but an another angel shows up. Dean is visibly let down.

6x18: Castiel shows up shortly after and dismisses the other angel. It’s almost as if Castiel doesn’t trust other angels around his PRECIOUS Dean

6x18: Rachel is unhappy that Castiel is more worried about Dean and Sam than Raphael and she tries to kill him. Where does Castiel go? The only place he knows where there’s safety with the boys - Bobby’s.

6x18: Castiel resorts to DESPERATE measures of touching Bobby’s soul to be able to save Dean & Sam from the past even though he is terribly hurt.

6x19: Everyone is teasing him and giving Dean a hard time about how Castiel only loves him and Dean gets visibly flustered over it.

6x19: THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE. Dean is arguing that he shouldn’t have to be the one to call Castiel and says “It’s not like Cass lives in my ass”

6x19: Naturally, Castiel appears immediately after, right behind Dean. Prompting him to yell “CASS GET OUT OF MY ASS”. Castiel response with a confused “I was never in your......” Do I sense some longing maybe????

6x19: When Dean has to leave, Castiel pleads with Dean to stay and help him. This is emotion we rarely see in Castiel - and when we see it, it is only directed towards Dean

6x19: Followed by some intense eye sex

6x19: The music playing in the background as Castiel longingly watches Dean leave does nothing but solidify romance tropes.

6x20: This whole episode is a destiel shippers dream.

6x20: Dean absolutely refuses to believe Castiel is working with Crowley.

6x20: Castiel spies on Dean and shoots him a long heartbreaking, mournful look.

6x20: In the context of what goes on during this episode, Crowley is pretty much “the other woman”compared to Dean and that’s why Dean takes it so PERSONAL when he finds out.

6x20: Castiel responds with the “let me explain” which is a trope for when lovers are caught cheating/being unfaithful. Hmmm I wonder.

6x20: Earlier in the episode Castiel talks to Crowley and the song Me and Mrs. Jones is playing in the background. That song is about cheating.

6x20: When Bobby, Sam & Dean are talking about Castiel going darkside, Castiel is compared to being Superman going darkside and Dean compares himself to Lois Lane. *Screaming SUBBBBTEXXXT*

6x20: When Dean turns back to look at Castiel one last time, he looks like he is about to cry.

6x21: Even though this is an episode involving Lisa, it plays out like a breakup between Dean and Castiel.

6x21: Although Dean does worry about Lisa and Ben, it’s clear that Castiel comes first to him.

6x21: Castiel rebelling against heaven is due 100 percent to Castiel caring about Dean. This has been confirmed by both the writers and Misha collins.

6x21: In the same vein, Castiel working with Crowley was 100% fueled by Castiel not wanting to trouble Dean with asking for help. He decided to work with Crowley to not put Dean through any unnecessary stress.

6x22: Dean is worried that Castiel's power is affecting his mind and that he could "kill us all." He reminds Castiel that he is family and tells him that he doesn't want to lose him.

6x22: Castiel says that he has no family anymore and Dean looks visibly distraught in so many ways.

6x22: When Castiel announced himself to be the new God. Both Sam and Dean look on in horror but Dean’s face holds noticeable differences. You can see the heartbreak on it.

7x01: Castiel admits straight off the bat that the ONLY reason he became Godstiel is because he wanted to earn Dean’s love. “What’s the point if you don’t mean it? You fear me. Not love, not respect, just fear”

7x01: THE FIRST THING CASTIEL DOES WHEN HE BECOMES GOD IS KILL A PRIEST WHO WAS BASHING HOMOSEXUALITY.

7x01: “You’re wrong, I am utterly indifferent to sexual orientation”

7x01: Dean is watching a news report about the incident and he clenches his jaw and gets angry when a lady calls godstiel sexy. Dean turns off the tv in a jealous huff.

7x01: During the ritual to return souls to purgatory, Castiel starts to fall and Dean is immediately to catch his husband.

7x01: When the portal to purgatory opens, Castiel turns to Dean and says “I’m, Sorry Dean” with a look of pure regret and anguish on his face

7x01: When Castiel survives, he admits he didn’t expect to. castiel had chosen to not say goodbye so the last thing he said before he died was dean’s name.

7x01: Dean thinks Castiel is dead and is completely crushed.

7x01: When Castiel turns out to still be alive, the look of pure joy on Dean’s face is incredible.

7x01: Castiel says he will redeem himself to Dean and Dean simply responds with “one thing at a time” - were it anybody else, Dean would have killed them right then and there for surviving.

7x01: When the Leviathan overpower Castiel and tell Dean Castiel is dead, Dean collapses in misery and heartbreak.

7x01: Leviathan!Cas pulls Dean close and their faces are just inches apart, the whole time, he is staring at Dean’s lips.

7x01: (In a later episode, a Leviathan tells Dean they knew everything Castiel knew....maybe that’s why Leviathan!cas was staring at Dean’s lips??? They knew he was in lurrrvvvee with Dean)

7x02: Castiel explodes under water, leaving only his trenchcoat. Dean longingly picks up the trench, folds it, and takes it with him *cries*

7x02: He folds it the same way flags for dead soldiers are folded.

7x02: Bobby points out that the bond Castiel & Dean had was strong and kind of leaves what they “had” open to interpretation.

7x03: Dean sees Sam/Amy as a direct parallel to Cas/Dean which is a relationship between a supernatural being and a Winchester boy who fell in love with them when he was too stupid not to.

7x03: Dean thinks Cas betrayed him, and that he should have killed Cas when he had the chance, and he projects that guilt onto Sam and Amy. Killing Amy is basically Dean trying to do it right this time

7x04: Dean has to pretty much fight with himself to convince himself to go through with his first one night stand in a long time. Now that his husband is gone, he’s trying to play the field again

7x05: Parallel to the Sam/Dean relationship, there's some notes of Dean/Cas. “Obviously you two are capable of wiping each other out, right? But you haven’t, huh? Which means, that you two, you still value… whatever it is you’ve got. And you want to keep that dance going.”

7x06: The radio plays “all out of love” and Sam goes to change it, Dean leaves it on and starts singing for a long while. He looks mournful. As if he’s mourning losing his love.

7x07: “ Ever since Cas, I'm having a hard time trusting anybody.”

7x07: The episode ends with a shot of Castiel’s trenchcoat riding in the back seat of the impala with them - right next to a pony that has wings...

7x08: The drugged turducken slammer is suggestive to dean’s psyche and allows him to speak what’s on his mind and has been bothering him.

7x08: He finally admits what hurts him on the inside “Are you kidding? I’m fine! I — I actually feel great. The best I’ve felt in a couple months. Cas? Black goo? I don’t even care anymore. And you know what’s even better? I don’t care that I don’t care”

7x08: You would think what was bothering him was Castiel’s betrayal, or Castiel becoming god, or Sam’s mental problems, or the Leviathan but NOPE. Castiel’s death was it.

7x17: Emmanuel!Cas doesn’t care that a demon just held his wife captive, all he cares about is Dean even though he doesn’t remember him. He can’t stop staring at Dean.

7x17: Emmanuel asks Dean if he was the one who betrayed them and Dean looks like this but doesn’t answer.

7x17: Later on in the episode, Castiel regains his memory and the whole scene looks and sounds like a fan slash video lol

7x17: during the whole flashback scene, ALL CASTIEL REMEMBERS is things involving Dean.

7x17: “I remember you. I remember everything” While looking straight at Dean.

7x17: Dean still had Castiel’s trench coat despite having changed cars up to 7 times since Castiel exploded in the river. He never washed it. It’s like he wanted to keep Castiel’s scent on it.

7x17: He gives it back to his husband and follows up with “ "part of me always believed you'd come back.” *sobbing ugly tears*

7x21: “ The Angels, they don’t care. I think maybe they just don’t have the equipment to care. Seems like when they try, it just breaks them apart.” and he looks off in the distance looking sad. Maybe he’s projecting what he felt about Castiel when Castiel tries to feel/do good?

7x23: Meg tells Dean that Castiel was his boyfriend first lol.

7x23: Dean says “ Dude, on my car, he showed up naked, covered in bees.” when talking about how nutty Castiel is and Sam says he’s not sorry he missed that. Dean only shrugs.

7x23: Castiel asks Dean if he looks like good to him and there’s an awkward pause as if Dean wants to say yes.

7x23: Castiel says he no longer condones violence but when Dick attacks Dean, Castiel gets protective and throws Dick across the room to protect Dean.

7x23: He draws attention to himself when Hester zeroes in on Dean

7x23: When they’re trapped in purgatory during the ending, it very heavily implies that they’re going to have to depend on each other to survive and there’s a lot of contextual subtext in that small scene.

i got a lot of this from tvtropes. I think there was a lot of stuff that hadnt been touched on, little things and I mentioned them here because im overly analytical of anything involving destiel and always looking for subtext lol.

Here’s Part 1 (In Depth Analysis on Destiel [S4 & S5)

Part 3 about season 8 & 9 coming soon.

#destiel #deancas #meta #supernatural #Dean Winchester #castiel #blog #my meta #personal

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