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I’m With You - Masterpost

Summary:

Having a crush was nothing to be ashamed of…lying to the family and friends of said crush about being the guy’s boyfriend, that was a whole other problem. When Buck saves the life of Andrew Diaz and accidentally makes a nurse think that he’s Andrew’s boyfriend, Buck soon finds himself lying to Andrew’s firefighter friends/coworkers as well as Andrew’s family including Andrew’s very suspicious and attractive brother, Eddie.

Based on the 1995 movie While You Were Sleeping.

Pairing: Buck/Eddie

Notes: Hello. I am back with another fic. This is based on one of my favorite rom coms: While You Were Sleeping (1995). I was watching it a few weeks back and I just wanted a Buddie version of it. Anyone that hasn’t seen it: go watch it immediately, it’s a classic. Rom coms are not made like they used to be.

The fic title comes from the song of the same name by Vance Joy. Listen to it, it is perfect. Enjoy. :)

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

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APOLOGY IDEAS

Here are some dialogue prompts that all start with the words “I’m sorry.” Feel free to use any of them and get creative with the context!

“I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“I’m sorry if this sounds weird.”

“I’m sorry for not telling you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“I’m sorry, what were we talking about?”

“I’m sorry I upset you.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t go.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

“I’m sorry I messed up.”

“I’m sorry, it will never happen again.”

“I’m sorry you got hurt.”

“I’m sorry, I’m new at this.”

“I’m sorry, how can I make it up to you?”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“I’m sorry for asking.”

“I’m sorry if my apology isn’t good enough.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry.”

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✨Richie & Eddie from It (2017)✨

Commission for @dangerousbunnyrabbit , thanks!  It is definitely my top 5 last year, such a great movie!

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One Kiss - Part Twenty

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four// Part Five // Part Six //Part Seven // Part Nine // Part Ten // Part Eleven // Part Twelve // Part Thirteen // Part Fourteen // Part Fifteen // Part Sixteen // Part Seventeen // Part Eighteen // Part Nineteen 

Pulling the trigger as the giant man from earlier opens the door I launch forward colliding with him, as he stumbles backwards “Cunt” he yells as the bullet hits him, I race out of the room, and start heading towards the stairs when I feel him stumble and grab me knocking me off balance, we tumble down the stairs.

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patrick hockstetter x richie tozier

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my heart desires a Richie x Patrick smut plEASe (awful bold of me to ask something even tho I can't do it as anon yikes)

AfyEs i love you just for sending this send as many asks as you want i love patrick x richie

my messages are always open if you wanna chat bc i know like 2 people who like this ship i need more ljsdkfghfdklajgh

BUT ANYWAY… nsfw under the cut. Richies 17 and Patrick’s 19 I’m pretty sure those numbers are right? whatever

tw: possibly abusive, this is definitely a toxic relationship saying the least, patricks basically a trigger all on his own

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Tutor

Patrick Hockstetter x Richie Tozier 

Richie is forced into being Patrick’s tutor. Sometimes people can surprise you, but sometimes you can surprise yourself.  

(Seriously thinking of changing my name to some form or Patrick/Richie name LOL I will go down with this ship.)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13126313/1/Tutor

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A new watercolour of the trashmouth done at 12:00am on a Monday yay me. Hope someone enjoys this.🤡🎈

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Icecream lovers

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And then Sonia had a stroke.

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Has this being done yet? Yes? No? Whatever. I am, once again, very proud of my stupidity.

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Prompt 1- New Traditions

Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak  

Day 1: “I don’t usually do anything for Halloween.” 

“I don’t usually do anything for Halloween.” Eddie said looking at the house across the street. He saw all the decorations and got goosebumps all over. 

Richie watched the trees move with the breeze, the leaves danced from side to side. He looked over at Eddie and could tell that he was scared of something.

“Why not, Eds?” 

“I don’t know. My mom says its the devils holiday, but I’ve never really been crazy about it anyway.” Eddie sighed. 

“How about you stay over my house tonight and we can watch all the scary movies we want! Plus we can eat all the pizza and junk we want.” Richie smiled up at Eddie.

Eddie didn’t want to ruin the mood so he shook his head yes. 

“I’ll just sneak over to your house when you’re asleep...”

“What for?” Eddie asked. 

“How else am I going to bang your mom, Eds?” Richie laughed behind his coke bottle glasses. 

“Beep Beep asshole.” 

A few hours later Eddie was ready to go to Richie’s. He told his mom that he was going over to Stanley’s house to study. He wasn’t sure if she believed him or not, but Richie was waiting just outside for him. Eddie felt scared, but when he was with Richie he tried not to show it too much. Richie always seemed brave and Eddie wanted to prove that he wasn’t a baby. People often took him for a little kid because he was a little small for his age, but they always assumed he was took young for a lot of things. 

Eddie said goodbye to his mother and ran to meet Richie a few houses down.

“Ready to go Eds, my love?” 

“Stop calling me that.” Eddie said red faced, “ Don’t you have anything better to do.” 

“Well...I could show you my wang.” Richie crowed. 

“I swear to god if you show me anything below your waist I will castrate you.” 

“Relax, love.” Richie used his best British accent, “ I won’t show you anything you don’t want to see.” 

Eddie sighed as Richie wiggled his eyebrows. Eddie walked ahead of Richie trying to walk to his house as fast as possible. He didn’t want Richie calling him things like love or Eds. He hated how often Richie used those terms. He wanted to get the walk over with and give Richie other things to talk about. 

Read more here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13122998/1/New-Traditions

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always... 

me: i wanna write

someone: then… write?

me:

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Just our kind of date

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Mw8RG0

by mseg_21

Based on the prompt: Reddie going on a date.

Words: 1359, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Tumblr Prompts

Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (2017)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak

Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier

Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompt, Prompt Fill, Reddie, Established Relationship, Swearing

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Mw8RG0

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37 - Off the Trail

The doctor told me that going on walks more often would help clear my head and he set a goal for me to go out at least 6 times a week. That was easy enough—there were plenty of trails nearby, so there was no shortages of places to go. The hardest part was mainly just getting myself out the door. Though the fresh air was nice, I can’t say that the walks were doing much to clear my head. What I didn’t realize at the time, is what nature can do to the mind if left alone for too long and what thoughts can creep in from between the trees.

I had been laying in bed much longer that I should have that morning. An ache was reverberating through my body and my bloodstream had turned to mud. I felt the sun calling me from between the curtains, but I was doing my best to plug my ears. I had skipped my walk yesterday and I wasn’t much in the mood for the outdoors again today, but I remembered that I had an appointment coming up this week and I didn’t want to have to explain to my doctor that I had once again missed my goal. So I dragged myself out of bed and into my sneakers. I would make this one quick and then I would go right back to bed.

I rarely saw anyone else while out on a walk in the trails. It was just me and the crunching sound of the gravel beneath my feet and creaking branches as they swayed in the breeze. I was trying to focus on keeping my breathing slow, but I found my head already starting to swirl with thoughts that didn’t matter. Breathe in, breathe out—I kept whispering to myself, but my brain was busy trying to remember what the edge of a blade felt like. I could feel my knees beginning to shake, but I kept telling myself to breathe until I was practically shouting.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe here,” a quiet voice whispered.

My feet stopped and I shut my mouth. There didn’t seem to be anyone around—though it was quite dark just beyond the trees. I squinted my eyes into the darkness, but still couldn’t make out any figures. My heart was still racing, but at least my breathing was starting to slow. I asked the darkness if there was anyone there. I thought that I may be going crazy, but then I heard the sound of quiet laughter and then the voice spoke again:

“Why don’t you come here and look for yourself?”

The trees went quiet and I realized that I could no longer hear my thoughts. I stepped off the narrow trail and into the dark of the woods. My eyes slowly adjusted to the shadows cast by the green canopy above, but there was still no one to be seen. Maybe I was just imagining things or just having another bad reaction to my meds, but I decided to ask the darkness once more if there was someone there and hoped that I wasn’t finally starting to lose it. Though, should I really have been trusting this strange voice to begin with?

“Come a little closer, you’ll see,” the voice replied.

I continued deeper and the shadows grew thicker. Then, a single light broke through the darkness and shined down on a lonely branch. Hanging from the branch was a rope with a loop at the end—perfectly sized for me—and it swayed gently in a breeze that wasn’t blowing. I reached out and felt the coarse texture with my fingers. My chest tightened and I felt a lump begin to form in my throat. My mind was completely silent and for once, I wished that it would start swirling again.

“No one will see, no one will be hurt,” the voice was no longer quiet.

It would be easy, wouldn’t it? No one would have to know. No more pills and no more appointments. Just me and the darkness. But I wasn’t alone for long. A face appeared between the trees, followed by another, and another. There were dozens of them now shrouded in the dark. It was difficult to see, but I could feel their eyes upon me watching and waiting—not one of them saying a word. I knew them all: it was the faces of all of those that I had left behind. The lump in my throat grew. I wished that they would stop looking at me.

“Ignore them,” said the voice. “It’s only you.”

It was only me. That voice was my own. I suddenly felt very afraid and my mind started to swirl once more. I took a step back and dozens of hands reached out from the trees—grasping their fingers towards me. My chest felt as though it was going to burst and I realized that it had been a long time since I had last taken a breath. I took another step and I no longer recognized those faces. Each and everyone one of them was distorted by the darkness and stretched into unnatural shapes. They swung their claws at me, but they could only reach as far as the dark would allow.

I turned to run, but as I turned around, I found that I was still standing on the trail. The sun was shining above and trees were at a safe distance at the edge of the gravel and there were no faces and no rope. The branches creaked in the breeze and I looked around, but everything looked normal. I took a deep breath and the lump in my throat loosened—though my chest remained tight. I took a step and heard the gravel crunch beneath my feet as I continued down the trail. All of the time, trying to focus on breathing in and out.

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Back at it again with them writer memes.

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Neibolt

Patrick Hoclstetter & Richie Tozier

*note: soft Patrick ..sort of 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13060908/1/Neibolt