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bitches-who-write · 3 years

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you guys said in other posts that Henry and Patrick likes to scare. can you write a story on a reader whose naturally jumpy and scares way to easily. maybe a story about what they do to her? if you can make it reaally scary and teasy I like that. your guys writing is out of this world. thanx

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Scaredy Cat

Description: Reader is easily scareable/jumpy. Henry and Patrick take full advantage of this. Featuring Belch & Vic (Spinoff of our haunted house fic)

Word Count: 2,979

Warning: Suspense, Terror, Foul language,

We hope you enjoy this story as much as we enjoyed writing it. It’s our longest post yet so we’re feeling proud!! It definitely brings on Halloween Vibes for those of you who are as obsessed about Halloween as we are!

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Everyone knows Eddie Kaspbrak is a nervous kid but Y/N, Eddie’s sister is even more of a scaredy-cat. Henry and Patrick could smell your fear a mile away. It’s the day before Halloween and the town of Derry is celebrating their annual haunted house attraction. Typically the last walk-through is at midnight, but Henry and Patrick have an alternative plan for their easily scareable victim.

It’s the middle of the afternoon and all anyone at school can talk about is how terrifying the haunted house attraction is going to be. I sit at an empty cafeteria table alone working on my history homework when suddenly I feel a hand grab my shoulder. I practically jump out of my skin, already feeling on edge from all the Halloween talk. I abruptly turn around to face whoever is behind me. To my surprise, it is Patrick Hockstetter and Henry Bowers. I shiver feeling the mixture of Patrick’s cool metal rings and callused hands slide down my arm, gently caressing my sides. I try to lean forward to escape his unwanted embrace, both of them still snickering from my startled reaction. “Holy shit dude, you weren’t kidding she is worse than her wimpy brother.” Henry chortled. I look up at them with a confused expression which only makes Patrick look even more satisfied. “That's right Y/N, I’ve been watching you...studying you....taking a few notes.” Patrick takes a dramatic pause, grinning before continuing; “ I’ve learned a lot of interesting things about you. Like what your fears and phobias are, and what scares you the most- which is a lot coming from you.” Henry chimes in “We noticed the way you glance over your shoulder when you’re all alone, and how you quickly turn on a light when you get home so you’re not in the dark for long.” My eyes widen in shock, realizing they’ve been stalking me without me even knowing it. I finally mustered up the courage to speak but unfortunately for me, my voice dripping from uncertainty and apprehension; “What do you guys want?” With a playful smirk, Henry grabs a chair and turns it so the back of the chair is facing me, resting his arms over it as he sits down. Patrick takes a seat directly next to me but slings his arm around my side, trapping me against him and the table. Henry, never breaking eye contact, finally speaks up first. He licks his lips before leaning in close, his voice full of malice, “We just want to spend time with you. Be ready by midnight we’re picking you up.” They both begin to stand up and walk away but Patrick slowly turns back towards me, “Oh and Y/N... that’s an order.” With that, they both exit the cafeteria leaving me trembling in fear.

I anxiously get ready knowing they will be here in another 10 minutes. I told my mother I was spending the night at a friend's house. Eddie had already gone to his sleepover at Richie’s house so I couldn’t even warn him about my whereabouts for the night. As I finish getting ready, I can’t shake the uneasy feeling that I’m being watched. I chalk the feeling off thinking I’m just being paranoid at this point. I walk into my closet to grab a jacket. When I reach for the pull string to turn on the light, of course, the lightbulb is dead- just my luck. I begin to slide each jacket down the rack trying to find the one I want when suddenly something-or someone grabs my wrist causing me to scream in terror. I pulled my wrist back with such force that I stumbled backwards falling on my ass. I try to scoot back to get away from whoever is now slowly approaching me. The tall dark figure slowly emerges from the dark closet, stepping into the light of my bedroom. My eyes widened in both panic and shock seeing Patrick standing there with an eerie smirk plastered on his face. In a mocking tone he says “You ready princess? It's time to go.” Still sitting on the floor with my back up against my bed, I then feel someone squeeze my sides from under the bed. I let out another blood-curdling scream as I jolt forward frantically crawling towards Patrick now, not knowing where to go anymore. I distinctly hear Henry’s laugh from under the bed sounding satisfied that his little prank was successful. “Fuck, it’s a good thing your mom is such a heavy sleeper.” He says in an arrogant tone. Patrick flashes him a knowing smirk adding to Henry’s observation. “Yeaaah. I’m sure those pills probably helped, too.” This made both guys laugh hysterically. “What?! What did you do to my mother?!” I ask in utter disbelief and confusion. “Ohh calm the fuck down, she’ll be fine she’s just having a good...rest.” Patrick says now guiding me by my shoulder towards the door to leave the house now.

We walk out to a blue car sitting outside the front of my house; Belch in the driver seat, chuckling. After about a 15 minute drive, we finally arrived at our destination. I had no clue where these two psychos were even taking me up until now. I look up and see a nightmarish haunted house attraction. However, for a place that is so popular in Derry, especially the night before Halloween- not a soul is around. I hesitantly step out of the car; Belch giving me a big taunting smile from his place in the car. “Good luck, Y/N” and with that, he sped off.

I try my best to be brave but my facial expression and voice says otherwise. My eyes nervously look around taking in the scenery, the palms of my hands are sweaty, and I feel a lump in my throat as I try to swallow. “W-W-Where is e-everyone? Why is n-n-nobody here?” I instantly begin to blush as they laugh at my shaky, nervous voice. Patrick’s smirk begins to grow into a wider smile as he becomes giddy in excitement, unable to stand still in one place. He jumps in front of me, facing my direction as he holds my shoulders. I glance over at Henry who is looking over at us with a knowing smirk. “That is the best part...you’re gonna love it Y/N; It’s gonna be a scream!” I continue to feel uneasy since Patrick still hasn’t answered my question about why no one else is here. Finally, Henry speaks up. “Let’s just say the Bower’s gang gets special treatment when it comes to getting what we want. Now we have the whole place to ourselves.” My stomach sinks realizing they probably terrorized the poor workers into closing the attractions. Patrick grabs my hand forcefully pulling me into the makeshift haunted house building. I tried to dig my heels into the ground to stop us but that obviously didn’t work as he is much stronger and taller than myself. Even if it did work, Henry would be right there to catch me so there is no use in trying to escape them.

Henry takes the lead opening the black curtain into the house, revealing a long dark corridor. The only light source illuminating the path was from the moonlight. I look up at Patrick who is on my left side. With pleading eyes I begin to mouth the words ‘no’ over and over again at him. He just smirks and shoves me forward. I clutch onto Patrick's arm as the three of us venture down to the first room...a Medical Experimentation Chamber.

As I walk into the room I frantically begin to look around at my surroundings. The room is dimly lit yet there are disorienting strobe lights flickering, blinding me. I squint my eyes to focus on my surroundings better. It looks like there's a lot of twists and turns ahead. I see medical tables equipped with thick straps and buckles for restraints. Alongside these tables is medical equipment that looks dented and rusty...or is that blood?. In addition to the visual distractions, there are deafly loud sound effects of patients screaming and the sounds of surgical tools being played on a loop. I was so distracted by my surroundings that I didn't notice Patrick trailing behind me. He proceeds to pick me up from behind and lays me down onto the medical table. Henry walks over and holds me by my arms and legs so Patrick can strap me in. They both back away from me laughing as I see someone enter the room. The man that walked in was dressed as a surgeon in all white, I could see he was covered in blood. My eyes widen in hysteria as I notice his facial features. His eyes were very sinister, his nose looked as if it was broken with a gashed cut on the bridge of his nose with a jagged hack job of stitches. My eyes began to fixate on his mouth which was spread wide and sewn into a gruesome smile. His teeth were jagged and sharp. As he leans down towards me, lowering his surgical tool; I begin to scream and thrash against my restraints. Suddenly everything becomes pitch black and the deafening noise vanishes. The only noises left in the room were the sound of me screaming and crying along with Henry and Patrick laughing their asses off. The room became dimly lit again as Henry began to undo the restraints. As he works to unbuckle me I frantically look around trying to find the surgeon who was just in here, but suddenly disappeared. I sat up slowly trying to compose myself although my body is trembling excessively. Patrick gave me no breaks as he continues to push me forward towards the next room...The SlaughterHouse.

As we walk into the next room, I am desperately holding onto the back of Henry’s shirt begging to go home. I can hear him chuckle arrogantly as he feels me gripping his shirt. Patrick whispers in my ear from behind, his hands placed firmly on my hips, “But the fun is just getting started princess.” I take a deep breath before asking no one in particular, “Can someone hold my hand? ..Please?” My voice filled with terror and practically pleading. They both look at each other at the same time, laugh and respond with a mocking as they imitate my voice- “noOoO.” I look down at my feet feeling so small until I can hear what sounds like metal clanking together- echoing louder and louder. I completely stop dead in my tracks, my legs feeling so wobbly as we enter a room with hooks. So many hooks with prosthetic pigs hanging on them! I hear Patrick from behind me chuckle and say in a taunting sing-song type voice, “Come on Y/N~ keep moving.” Henry looks at us, laughing in amusing sporting that same smirk that never left his face. Henry slowly approaches me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His voice is low and cold, “ Hey Y/N ever wonder what it felt like to be a pig hanging on a hook?” My eyes widen as he says this and I quickly try to make a run for it but Patrick is fast to grab me before I could. He begins to carry me over to Henry effortlessly despite my squirming. Patrick puts me down then shoves me into Henrys chest. Henry then picks me up and places me on one of the metal hooks, putting a hole in my favorite black jacket. I begin crying..again this time sobbing uncontrollably as I struggle to say, “G-Guys this r-r-really isn't f-funny. I wanna gah-g-go home now. Get me d-down pleasee!” They both laugh at my breakdown and begin to walk out of the room. Patrick peeks his head back in, “Just hang there for a sec princess, we’ll be right back ~” Henry chimes in “I wouldn’t give the butcher a hard time if I were you. He hates when you struggle...” I hear them laugh in the distance as they walk off again. That's when I heard it...that's when I heard the sound of a chainsaw and heavy footsteps charging towards me. I scream so loud I start to lose my voice a little, but it doesn’t stop me from trying. A man that looks well over 6ft tall with broad shoulders walks in. He looks like he came straight out of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. At this point, I’m bawling my eyes out, screaming and desperately calling for Henry and Patrick’s help. Although realistically I know the chainsaw has no blade on it, it’s still equally terrifying. The butcher brings the saw somewhat close to my face. I wince, closing my eyes tightly as the strong scent of gasoline invades my nose, along with a faint musty smell coming off the chainsaw, as well as the man in front of me. I brace myself for the impact which never came. I opened my eyes to see the man lowering the chainsaw instead. I let out a sigh of relief thinking he is going to let me down but instead he pulls out a blindfold. At this point, I can literally hear my heartbeat pulsating through my ears. I’m trying to kick aimsley now that can't see anything. That’s when I feel someone grabbing at my legs. My blindfold drops down as I see Patrick looking up at me with his famous smile. Henry begins to get me down as he mockingly says, “I told you he hates it when you struggle, didn’t I?”

I am violently shaking from adrenaline to the point that they have to keep me upright, sandwiched in the middle of them both. I look at them and ask between sobs, “Are we done yet? Can I go home now? Please?” Henry condescendingly pats my head as if I am a child while Patrick chuckles and says, “We have one more room to complete and you’re their special guest...they kept vacancy just for you!”

As we exit the slaughterhouse we suddenly are displaced into a parking lot. A rush of confusion washes over me. Patrick just said there’s still one more room left, why are we outside? I shiver out of fright as Patrick rubs his hands up and down my arms, his head tilted as he looks at me with a teasing smirk. Henry nudges me and points up to a sign which reads “Motel” with a crooked red light flickering. It reads ‘Vacancy’. The makeshift motel looks runned-down and absolutely filthy. Henry and Patrick lead me to the front office. Opening the creaky wooden door on a spring, I walk in cautiously. I quickly become distracted by several different TV scenes that display [fake] murders taking place in the motel rooms by masked men. Blood-curdling screams fill my ears, making me even more thrown off guard. As I look around the office more, Patrick takes 2 long strides towards the front desk and rings the silver bell that is placed on the corner of the desk. I jump, flinching as he looks at me smirking. “I don’t think anyone is home.” He says in a sarcastic voice. Henry shoves me forward towards the back room now. He kneels down and opens a trap door. He looks up at me, “Ladies first.” Patrick snickers behind me as I cautiously started entering the crawlspace on my hands and knees. As I am crawling forward in the dirt ground, I feel Patrick smack and grab my ass causing me to jump, hitting my head in the cramped, narrow space. Patrick lets out a satisfied laugh. “You know, your ass is your only redeeming quality princess… that and your fear.” This earns a laugh from Henry, as well, who reaches under Patrick and grabs my ankle unexpectedly; pulling me back. I let out a little yelp and eat dirt. They both start laughing again. Finally, we reach the end of the crawlspace. Patrick reaches over me and pushes up on the door to open it. I feel Patrick lift me slightly so I can pull myself out. I take note of my surroundings. That underground path lead us from the motel office, to now one of the bedrooms. As I straighten myself out, Henry and Patrick follow closely behind, climbing out of the craw-space, as well. Before I move forward I made the decision to grab Patrick’s hand despite what he said earlier about hand-holding.

Patrick looks down at me smirking but doesn't say anything. In fact, he actually holds my hand back, intertwining his fingers tightly between mine but I can tell there’s an ulterior motive behind his actions. The door handle to the motel bedroom begins to violently shake and jiggle. The door slowly opens revealing two men wearing masks. They are headed right towards me, their long legs approaching quickly. I try to back up but sadly I was still holding onto Patrick... or should I say he is holding onto me. At this point, Patrick picks me up and literally throws me onto the bed. The weight of his body is holding my legs down. As I’m struggling against Patrick, Henry walks over and holds my arms tightly above my head giving Patrick a better hold of my legs. The two masked men walk over and one of them pulls out a knife. Unlike the chainsaw from earlier, this was a very real and very sharp knife. In a taunting way, the masked men walk over slowly- one going to my left and the one with the knife going to my right. I begin to scream but it is quickly muffled by the man on my left covering my mouth. My anxiety takes over now, not able to take any more scares. I begin to see black slowly starting with my peripheral vision as it slowly covers the rest of my eyes. I begin to drift into unconsciousness. The last thing I head was the laughter of 4 recognizable guys and the muffled talking of Henry, Patrick, Vic, and Belch.

I woke up in my bed, the sun glaring down on my face. I sit up slowly, trying to remember how I even got here. Last thing I remember was being held down by those assholes in that terrifying motel room. I get out of bed and begin to stretch when I notice something hanging on my closet door. I hesitantly walked over to my closet seeing a note stuck to the door. The paper note was help up by a knife.. the same knife from last night! My breathing becomes shallow and hands shake as I read over the note. Still feeling jumpy, I jump when I hear Eddie’s and Richie’s loudmouths enter the front door. I bring my attention back to the note which reads~

I can’t get your screams or your scared face out of my mind. How about we try to recreate them in the bedroom? -Patrick

You’re my number one target now..scaredy-cat - Henry

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thethrillof · 3 years

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@mzkrazypouita

(put under a cut b/c the message was p long~)

Hehehe this is getting juicy. Also from the previous ask I was under a time limit cuz I had to catch a ride. 🤣

Okay, IF, Trans Eddie did get pregnant, he’d be moody and cranky.

S/O: You can’t have this, you’re pregnant.

Eddie: FUUUUUUUUUUUUU-!!!

Rerouting his cravings to the home cuz he’s petty that way.

Eddie: Can’t tell me what to do. If baby wants this, then they’re gonna get it. Try and stop me. I hate everyone.

Baby bump kick

Eddie: Don’t you start either!

Gotham will not be spared XD

~~~

Back to Ellen x Eddie Child (we gotta think of a nickname or something. I do have a name for my own Ellen X Eddie kid Oc, but I’m all for a random nickname)

This child is definitely both brain and brawn despite having a lean figure like their parents, so it’s definitely a surprise that they can throw a hecking mean punch. Of course, we see TB Riddler’s father for a glimpse. Possibly inherited strength from a grandparent…

Tho I do like the idea of a Calvin and Hobbes scenario of Calvin learning to catch the baseball with his dad cuz he wanted to get into sports and is accidentally beaned on the nose. (And then that goes into angst territory as that could actually use the “champ” trigger and Edward sees red for a moment. That’s all it takes.)

Either way, it’s only going to make Eddie feel even more awful than he already is and Yin comfort Eddie’s “I’m a horrible father” monologue even though their child is perfectly fine (either a black eye or a bloody nose, but it was just a fluke and has already forgiven the entire thing) Man, are kids sturdy AF

Even after the accident, Eddie looks at his child and there’s that same shining adoration of a child’s pure love for their parent. It doesn’t make him feel any better, but it does lighten his mood that his child still looks up to their father.

“Nice arm dad! 8D”

“…(nervous laugh)…let’s not talk about it anymore. Okay?”

“Okay! 8)”

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Bully or Godsend?

There’s an irony in the “bully who bullies a bully”. It’s either just as bad, making things worse, or is seen as admirable depending on the situation.

Older child is definitely playing the bad cop of intimidation, using smarts to usually get what they want, or the usual “I’m your friend and you can trust me, just tell me what I need to know and I can take care of the problem for you. Nobody needs to know.”

Practically providing a service and having their own little posse of friends. Usually those that can’t protect themselves, or the usual outcasts + brawn and no brain but attracted to charisma and possible friends, but there’s always a leader of the pack and that’s where Ellen and Edward’s child is placed at.

Yin: I don’t know. On one hand, it’s nice to have friends. But in the other hand, I don’t like how they’re making friends.

Eddie: At least they’re making friends. What more do you want?

Eddie and Ellen possibly butting heads over this given their two perspectives + “I don’t want to be the bad guy here, but one of us needs to give them a good conversation”

Cuz Edward’s pretty darn vengeful like you said and just goes “I don’t see what the problem is” vs Yin’s own lessons learned and go, “you either don’t want to see or are to proud to admit it”

Course they don’t argue about it in front of the child. Feels like that could make things worse and try the “take turns to confront the matter” route to give their child a better perspective of things.

They know their child certainly looks up and adores both of their parents. There isn’t a “they like you more” debate. Yin’s got her own thing and Eddie’s got his own thing. There’s no competition or anything about it. So that helps things a bit.

Bruce and Ethan being more friends to Yin, but Batman being a possibly ally to Eddie about “You’ve changed. But you can’t let your own past cloud your judgements. Deep down, you know that, Eddie. Just keep an eye out.”

Edward’s not trying to create a little version of himself, only wanting to give his child the things he never had growing up.

Yin’s not trying to create the perfect child, only wanting that her kid do the right thing and recognize their actions do affect others

They most certainly can agree on that.

But, there’s always another concern. Is this usual kid behavior that just needs proper guidance…or could there be something more that they’re not looking into.

Plus there’s definitely prejudice against Riddler and comments like “no wonder that child is messed up” or “young Sheldon gone psycho brought up. Which is a downright awful to say to a child or about a child in general and definitely Eddie & Yin are not going to take that lightly.

High thoughts that Edward would hide this criminal reputation from his child. After all, people are hero and villain fans, even kids, and Eddie doesn’t want his child to look up to him in that light. Not like that. Never like that.

Ellen would definitely back up Eddie on that, especially since kids do dumb things for their idols. She’s probably seen it first hand as well in her work. Is their child like that? No…but…better to nip it in the bud. And even then, perhaps a good stern talking too by mom would do the trick.

“If someone told you to jump off a cliff, would you?”

“What if I told them to jump?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. Look. I know you’re smarter than this and I’m not here to punish you about anything. You’re father and I don’t want you getting yourself into a mess that even we can’t help you get out of. Do you understand?”

Yin’s certainly got her way with words.

Bruce/Batman and Ethan could possibly be that heroic role models of “it’s good to stand up for others, but this isn’t the way to do it. Tell an adult. Do you understand?” Only to be confronted with something snarky.

“I tuned you out the moment you started sounding like a D.A.R.E commercial featuring McGruff the Crime Dog and El Kabong. Did my parents pay you to talk to me?”

Bruce/Batman and Ethan: … >.>

Cue Batgirl and Robin trying so hard not to laugh as they overhear that comment.

(not talkin about the preggo part b/c i’m not into that--i think u answered my ask about it but when i went to look, it was gone? either way yeah)

ehhh, not too into edward actually hitting his kid. ‘champ’ is a massive trigger but even at his worst he had a moment to snarl and think, even if that was thinking about “what nearby to grab as a weapon”. getting close or absolutely screaming at ‘em would be enough to shake him horribly :V Go Get Therapy Sir. if he hadn’t already.

bullying can be a tough thing for everyone to deal with! really can’t count on the school to do anything, either. i have the idea that maybe yin does try to reach out also through school somewhat only to get stonewalled by how useless they are and eddie being semi-smug (this situation sucks but he has experience, probably) about how he told her so in the middle of all this.

also man i sincerely do appreciate you sending these asks, especially since almost nobody talks about tb in general, but i’m burning out pretty fast on this topic--not a huge fan of fan kiddos, tbh v_v you might want to just make posts in the “the batman (2004)″ tag on your blog instead since i personally am not going to have much more to say about these things, and you’ve got a lot to say about ‘em!

#mzkrazypouita

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readyreddie · 7 years

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Coming Out

It is now officially National Coming Out Day. I just want all my followers to know I love and support you all through all your trough tough times and all your good times as well. If you plan on coming out today good luck! If not, don’t worry about it. Go at your own pace. In the mean time have 4 chapters of how I think 5 of the Losers would come out. Starting with Bev and Richie! (I am still trying to get back into the swing of writing after a year or two off so please give me any feedback you have)

also @bxxpbxxprichie asked to be tagged so here ya go. If anyone else asked I might’ve missed it so just shoot me a message telling me to tag you in the future chapters. and this is going on my ao3, here

At 14 years old Richie Tozier had lived a… fairly complicated life. Killing a psycho demon clown, getting bullied relentlessly, having parents who don’t give a rat’s ass about him, and lacking a pure common-sense filter for his mouth were all things that had assured him a strange upbringing. He was sure that he really could do without any more drama coming into his life for at least the next 7 years; however, his body and mind had decided to give him one last fuck you before he could settle down. His huge fucking crush on his best friend, Eddie Kaspbrak, and just all-around attraction to other boys.

Now, Richie still thought girls were plenty hot. He had no trouble picturing himself making out with a girl like Molly Ringwald, but he also could just as easily occupy his mind with thoughts of Rob Lowe’s lips on him. Even more so than Robe Lowe, Richie could picture himself holding hands, and cuddling with Eddie.

The thought of keeping his opinions on both boys and girls a secret did not appeal to Richie at all, so he decided he needed to tell someone. Eddie was immediately out due to the fact that he was the boy Richie was crushing on, and Richie didn’t feel too comfortably telling any of the guy losers right now. He trusted them all but for some reason it just didn’t seem right to him. He decided to tell Bev first and the others all at once with Bev’s help.

On October 11th 1990, Richie Tozier had somehow found himself standing in front of Bev Marsh’s house, he had no idea how he got here or what he was going to say now that he was here, but he rang the doorbell anyway. Ding dong, ding dong, it rang twice and not 5 second after the second dong did Bev open the door. As Molly Ringwald stood there staring at Richie Tozier expecting him to say the first word like he always does, Richie just let it slip.

“I LIKE BOYS!”

Beverly Marsh knew the different rumors that had seemed to follow her around for what seems like her whole life. Slut, bitch, and piece of shit were just some of the colorful insults girls and guys alike had taken to calling her. None of those ever quite hurt her as much as the word dyke. Every time someone called her…that word, it seemed to leave an extra terrible feeling in her body. Beverly did not think it was because she was gay. She knew she had feelings for at least two boys, but she also knew that she had no problem seeing herself falling in love with a woman one day.

Beverly never thought much of it. She didn’t really flaunt it, nor did she see the need to tell anyone unless she was explicitly asked by someone she trusted. The red headed girl kind of just wanted to make it through high school by blending in with the crowd, and coming out to people would make that very difficult. Bev had thought she could keep to that plan, telling loud mouthed Richie Tozier did not seem like a great way to keep her secret. Yet, here Richie was, telling her something of equal value, and trusting her with one of his biggest secrets. How could she not trust him in the same way? Trust is a two-way street after all.

“That’s cool Rich, I also like boys.” She grinned at him, he was still wide eyed after blurting out something he clearly had not meant to say. “Girls are pretty hot too.” Her grin turned into a wide smile, as her cheeks flushed as she finally said the words aloud.

“Haha, I think so too Molly.” After that brief exchange at her door way she invited Richie inside to hang out. They talked normal stuff for a while before getting back to the topic they had started with.

“Richie, have you told anyone else yet?” Bev stroked his arm to grab his attention and reassure him that everything was okay.

“Not a soul, madam” The British voice was coming out which meant Richie was nervous as hell. Beverly thought of her next words carefully, Richie acted tough but when dealing with him you had tread very carefully otherwise he would shut down. She knew that it would drive him insane to have to keep a secret from any of the Losers, and that even if he could do it for a while he would eventually get torn apart deciding how to tell them.

“Well…do you wanna go tell them together?” She saw his face go on a whole road trip. His emotions clearly showing at each road sign: surprise, to confusion, to worry, and finally landing at resolve.

“Well that just sounds like the swellest idear, mah—”

“Beep beep Richie. No voices for this answer”

“Yea that sound’s nice, I think the sooner the better will be good for me. I will call them and get everyone together sometime this week. Are you sure you are okay with this?” Richie’s face seemed to express actual concern, an emotion Beverly had only seen him wear openly two other times. Both included when Eddie was hurt.

“Yea, I don’t mind telling you guys. It is the other towns people that scare the shit out of me.”

Two days after that conversation Eddie, Bill, Stan, Mike and Ben all sat in a circle at the quarry. Eddie and Stan had been there for about 10 minutes before the other 3 had shown up together. They had been growing impatient at the tardiness of the group, specifically Richie who had called this meeting of the 7.

“Where the hell is he?!?” Eddie yelled at no one in particular, and a silence began to fill what had already been quiet conversation between the small group.

Mike responded once it seemed like no one else was going to. “No idea, Eddie. But, you know how he is, he will probably be here soon.” About 5 minutes later just when everyone was sure Eddie was about to lose his shit they saw a Trashmouth barreling down towards them at a pace that would give a cheetah good competition. His long lanky legs propelling him forward faster than any of the Losers had seen him run before. Beverly could be seen in the distance casually sauntering behind the hyperactive loser.

“GUESS WHAT GUYS!!!!!!” Everyone heard Richie yell. He reached the little clearing the Losers were sitting in and stood trying to catch his breath. A little winded from his sprint down to the area.

“What, Richie?” Eddie snapped at him, “I don’t suppose you are gonna apologize for being late.”

“Oh, no. Nothing like that my dear Eds.”

“Don’t call me th—” and before Eddie could finish telling Richie off he yelled something that only one of the seven losers were expecting.

“I LIKE GUYS!!!” He yelled beaming like he hadn’t just said something as surprising as revealing his sexuality.

“W-w-wait, w-wa-what?” Bill asked, stutter worse than usual showing that he was just as taken back as the other 5 who had just been sitting in the quiet, the only noise just 30 seconds earlier being Eddie’s seething anger.

“I like guys. Like, I like the idea of my tongue down Eddie’s Spaghetti’s cute little mouth.” He pinched Eddie’s cheek.

“Fuck off Trashmotuh!” Eddie pushed him off but Stan and Ben could’ve sworn they saw him blush. “And when did you figure this out about yourself.”

“Hmm, I think it was right around the time your mom, Ms. K, brought a second man into our sacred bed. At first I was surprised bu—”

“Beep beep, Richie.” Bev cut him off once she decided he was no longer being productive.

“Oh right! Our very own Molly Ringwald has something to add.” Richie bowed and gestured over to Beverly who was standing right between Bill and Ben.

“Did you know?” Stan asked the girl, just out of curiosity since they seemed to have come to the quarry together.

“Yeah, he told me two days ago. But that isn’t what he meant. He called everyone so that we both could come out. TOGETHER.” She glared at Richie who looked away whistling. “He just yelled it before I could get down here. But, yeah, I like girls and boys. Richie still likes girls by the way. I would let him tell you himself but I don’t think he is gonna be very focused right now.”

“Well that’s cool g-g-guys, you know we don’t care.” Bill said first, as the honorary leader of the group everyone had kind of looked to him to respond to big news first.

“Yea, what Bill said. I am just glad you guys trusted us to tell us.” Mike smiled as he pulled them both into a hug, which all the losers quickly followed him into.

#reddie #national coming out day #losers club #it 2017 #richie tozier #beverly marsh #Eddie Kaspbrak #bill denbrough #stanley uris #mike hanlon #ben hanscom

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justasmplefangirl · 7 years

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Can We Talk About The Fact Iris West Is Always Drawn to Barry Allen

Iris West + The Flash

Iris was drawn to The Streak (Barry’s superhero name before he called himself the Flash) in part because she was hoping his existence would prove Barry wasn’t crazy about the Man In Yellow.

Iris West + Barry Allen

Before they started dating: Pre Confession

Pretty interesting Iris never had a serious relationship before Barry went in a coma. We can see why. She was canceling dates to hang out w Barry.

Before they started dating: Post Confession

This is one of all time fav WestAllen moments. Look at the way Iris is instantly calmed by Barry. It speaks to the connection and intimacy they have. Intimacy that I never Iris share w Eddie. When ever Iris was upset or unsure Barry was the one she was turning to.

Before they started dating: After finding out about Earth 2

After they started dating

FlashPoint Iris + Barry Allen

FlashPoint Iris was attracted to Barry from the start. It completely voids claims that Iris doesn’t appreciate Barry for Barry or wouldn’t be attracted to nerdy Barry 😀

Iris + Amnesia Barry

Iris was completely smitten and charmed by Amnesia Barry. I truly felt like we were seeing Iris fall in love w Barry for the first time.

Earth 2 Iris West Allen + Barry Allen

To be fair this is actually Earth 2 Iris w Prime Barry. She just thinks he’s her husband Earth 2 Barry Bartholomew Allen. Earth 2 WestAllen must be a very affectionate couple seeing how Iris didn’t hesitate in throwing Barry against the wall

Iris + Savitar Barry

It’s amazing how Iris was able to feel compassion for this tortured, psycho version of Barry Allen

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sirsharp-a · 3 years

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about the muse;

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

FULL NAME. Edgar Romero Strahv NICKNAME. Eddie, Ed, Smiles, Jaws, ‘’Psycho’‘ ( by a lot of ignorant townsfolk, rip ). GENDER. Male. HEIGHT. 9’10 in general, 7′0 with transformative magic. AGE. Millions of years old; lost track of time. ZODIAC. Scorpio. SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, Hural, Lye Phonetics, Latin, Polish ( it’s similar to Hural so he found it easy to learn! ) some French and Spanish.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

HAIR COLOR. Crimson. An actual redhead, lmao. EYE COLOR. Dual-toned; black as the outer colour, blood-red as the inner. SKIN TONE. Dark brown. BODY TYPE. Ectomorphic, purely for how tall he is. He is actually decently built now. VOICE. VERY low, vaguely “British-sounding” in terms of pronunciation. DOMINANT HAND. He’s ambidextrous! Defaults to whichever hand makes the most sense. POSTURE. Straight. Slouching when he’s that tall gives him killer back-ache, dawg. SCARS. His torso’s covered in them; old self-harm wounds that he carried into the next life. TATTOOS. N/A. BIRTHMARKS. I suppose his face/body markings count in his present life? Two lines spanning from either side of his nose, sloping down his jaw and down his neck, and one connecting the bottom of his nose to his mouth, sort of like a cat. Two little dots on either side of the bridge of his nose. Two lines beneath his cheeks, somewhat mimicking blush, and darkened eyelids.

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). His stupid height, his sharp teeth, his Iconic sense of dress.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

PLACE OF BIRTH: Huron. SIBLINGS: None. He probably would’ve had them had his father not died, but he did so welp. PARENTS. N/A in his current life. He does literally have a mother in that she ‘laid’ his designated egg, but given both his nature as a hybrid and the way that lyes behave, not holding onto their children etc, parents are not relevant to him, or any lye for that matter.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

I’ll answer them for his current life as that is what is relevant to this blog!

OCCUPATION: Bartender, businessman/owner, covert vigilante ( predator hunter ). CURRENT RESIDENCE: Both Huron and Earth; he passes freely between them and has either a house or an apartment to his name in both. CLOSE FRIENDS. Alejandro Murphy ( Murr ), Ivan Mox. RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Taken by Grace Adler. FINANCIAL STATUS. Millionaire. DRIVER’S LICENSE: Yes, hilariously enough. CRIMINAL RECORD: No, even more hilariously enough. Still, you think he’s stupid enough to get caught? Lmao, please study Edgar more closely. VICES. Violence, whiskey,

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual, with a HEAVY leaning towards women. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE: Absent, lmfao. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE: Dominant. LIBIDO: Extremely high. TURN ON’S: For SFW traits: Confidence, intelligence, good hygiene, good conversation skills, a decent sense of humour, class. For NSFW traits: A dirty mouth, subordination, pleading eyes. A Nice Ass helps too. TURN OFF’S: Arrogance, stupidity, self-pity. Childishness to an extreme degree; he obviously isn’t attracted to children, hence an extreme display of it makes him unable to sexualise you. It’s a good tactic if you want him to view you platonically and nothing more, but it cannot be undone. IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Frequent communication, really blunt and to-the-point. He doesn’t like to beat around the bush, just tell him your problem if he did something to upset you; he also requires some patience. He’s incredibly smart, but because he’s a clinical psychopath, emotions are difficult for him to grasp. They’re not completely out of his realm-- he has them, and in most scenarios he can choose whether to adhere to them/feel them or not-- but some things just aren’t immediately obvious to him.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. GOD, I could give you an entire list but a few standouts are The Man by The Killers, I Can’t Decide by Scissor Sisters, Call Me Devil by Friends in Tokyo, Bad by Royal Deluxe, Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez, This Is Love by Air Traffic Controller ( if you take it out of the literal context of an abusive relationship of course ), Ready to Die by Andrew W.K and Killer by The Hoosiers HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Reading, writing, origami, gardening and cooking, travelling and hiking, education. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED: Left. PHOBIAS: He genuinely doesn’t have any; he’s afraid of nothing irrationally. Any caution he exercises is because it poses some threat, or he has something to lose. I’d say the one thing he’s terrified of-- though I wouldn’t consider it a phobia because it’s both rational and relevant to his character-- is losing his family again. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL: Healthy. He has confidence for days but it’s within the realm of reasonability. VULNERABILITIES: Existentialism, his budding romance and family ( though I’d argue that they’re more a strength than a weakness tbh - I’m tired of the ‘you’ve gone soft/yeah i guess’ trope personally, he’ll throttle you to death and then kiss his wife Gently y’know, he can do Both )

#🞮 — 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒. ❜ ( EDGAR. )#🞮 — 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. ❜ ( ABOUT. )#[ FINALLY GOT IT DONE!!! ]#[ THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR A WHILE NOW ORZZZ ]

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I was reared n’ raised in a lil cowboy beach town in Southern California in a sweet and spirited brood of five. My father, Robert, a 100% Italian man, valued hard work, discipline, sports, puns, pranks, and thin crust pizza. My mother, a Scandinavian woman from Palos Verdes, California – and a smaller, hotter version of me – valued family, a wacky sensibility, bein’ a bold bitch, “cheese chips”, and water skiing. They had two boys before me. Two wild men whom I followed like a short and stout shadow in red converse. I blindly did whatever they did and wished only to share air with them. I silently watched them play video games for many years in a bean bag chair in the corner of the room like a tiny Grim Reaper. My family was also extremely sports focused and so I threw myself into sports in order to gain the approval of my blood. I later wanted to be the first woman in the NFL, but never made it due to size issues, I think. Anyway, when that didn’t happen, I moved on with my life and eventually dated a guy who did comedy and was first introduced to the world. It was and still is the worst thing that ever happened to my parents. I then moved to New York, broke up with that dude, and was interning at W Magazine when I saw Michael Che perform at Knitting Factory. I pitched an article on him (his first one!) and he graciously answered all these questions about starting comedy. I got on stage for the first time a week later.

I really love my family. They are actually my favorite thing to talk about. I think they’re all such interesting and smart and bizarre people. Each one of them is so different, it’s wild. The best thing about my family is how fiercely loyal everyone is. We are like a ferocious army, except we have nobody to fight and we just hug and text and talk about food a lot. My main beef with them is that they are all phone call people and I have to tell them, “sorry boys, but I like to let my fingers do the talking. And don’t even think about FaceTiming me okay, don’t be a psycho.”

I have an extremely high vertical leap. Honestly, still a major shock that I am not a highly successful wide receiver in the National Football League. I coulda’ truly jumped over fools and had all sorts of miraculous one-handed catches that would have moved the sport forward to a place it would have been otherwise unable to reach without my never-before-seen prowess. And I also woulda’ beat less women.

New York has been incredible for me. When I came here I was the most sheltered, scared, ignorant white woman. And now I am a much more broadened, always learning, young, male skateboarder who is exposed to all types of people from every place in the world. I am much happier now that I know about all these others things that exist. Like automated food delivery and people shitting on public transit. Also, I have pubic hair now which is big cuz I think you get kicked out of Orange County if you have it as a young female. They have traffic stops there to see if you have a bush and if you do, you get kicked out on a surf bus.

Hmmm, it is very hard to try and categorize or describe myself. I like to think I am a classic joke writer of set-up/punch, but then everyone else always uses words like “bizarre” and “nuts”. Some people have told me they see an influence of Sam Kinison, but I have never seen his comedy. I am going to check it out though.

The truth is I did set a lot of money on fire by going to grad school for fiction writing. That’s why I moved to New York in the first place. But I started comedy right when I started grad school and I learned that one of the two involved way less delayed gratification. I finished grad school and now have an MFA which my dad says is a degree for people who don’t want to get a job. I think I will go back to writing fiction when my knees start hurting too much to walk on stage.

On her brand new live show, Dear Owen Wilson

Yes, Owen is my brother. He is not my brother – I already told you about them earlier – but rather a famous actor whom I have followed closely for years and am also attracted to sexually. I just always loved him so much and have thought he is such an incredibly compelling weirdo that I can’t take my eyes off him up on the big screen. Anyway, in 2007, after a devastating breakup with Jennifer Aniston, he had his suicide attempt. I was so sad about it that I wrote him a letter telling him I hoped he feels better and that I loved and appreciated him and all the laughs he had given us. Awhile ago, I thought it would be interesting to hear other comedians speak about the celebrities who impacted them growing up and so that’s how Dear Owen Wilson was born. I have stand up, music, and wild ass comics reading beautiful and hilarious letters to their favorite celebrities. I think it’s a super cool way to get to know your favorite comedians on a deeper level. So yeah, it’s a bonkers show and I hope you will all check it out and let yourselves experience joy. The next one is Wednesday, September 20th at 8 pm at Littlefield in Brooklyn! It’s gonna be the best night of our lives!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Finishing the phrase “I can die happy if…”

If Roger Goodell picks up his fucking phone and gives me the damn call I have been waiting for. Just kidding. I will die happy if I have a large kitchen (with an island), a cool ass dog, a garden, and lot’s of beautiful time spent with my family and friends. AND if I voice a role on a smash hit cartoon that goes on to run for no less than 20 years.

Favorite Joke

Okay, stop reading if you are my mom, my dad, my brothers, or my grandma, but the first thing that pops in my head is Kristen Schaal’s joke “The most important quality I look for in a man is he’s got to have a sense of humor….about his enormous cock.” Haha, it makes me laugh every time! Also, I love Eddie Pepitone a lot. And Leslie Jones. And also some local people that are making me laugh hard right now: Yamaneika Saunders, Jessica Kirson, Amber Nelson, Rob Haze, Alex Pavone, Stavros Halkias, Dan Licata, John Early.

I have a podcast called How To Be A Beefy Woman where we talk about all things related to food, embarrassing stories/shame and how you would live if you got really rich and famous. I also have a show, Nacho Bitches, with Corinne Fisher of Guys We Fucked fame every month at New York Comedy Club. It’s the most fun part of every month. I also have an ongoing segment on my Instagram (@blairsocci) called Blairy Potter Positivity Hour where I talk about all the things I am grateful for every week.

A nacho bitch, hmmm, well it is the name of our long running show as previously stated. We used to serve free nachos at every show, but then we let fame change us. Anyway, I love nachos with everything on them. Lot’s of various sauces and jalapenos and beans and meats, the kind that fuck up your fingers and make you need to take a shower after.

Look, if you have made it this far, the main thing I want you to take away from this article is that you should come to “Dear Owen Wilson” this Wednesday, September 20th, at Littlefield at 8 pm. You can buy tickets here. It’s gonna be an incredible show with no less than three SNL cast members and one of those is Michael Che, whom I partially owe my start in comedy to. So all of this has really come full circle, you know?

#Blair Socci Phil Provencio Photography NYC Comedy Stand Up New York City

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