#Sonia being a huge dick

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Strange Stones

Edward Lee: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of the strange stones Mary SanGiovanni: me and ed wrote a cosmic horror SanGiovanni: it's about this professor who hates HP Lovecraft Lovecraft: SanGiovanni: like REALLY hates him Lovecraft:

Lee: ok bro so this professor is at this horror convention to talk about how much HP Lovecraft sucks Lovecraft: hey! Lee: oh it's not me bro, i think you're cool, it's this professor, he's the one saying it Lee: in the story, bro Lovecraft: Lovecraft: oh ok then

Lee: like, he's going on about how Lovecraft is a shitty writer who sucks Lovecraft: hey, come on! Lee: i'm not saying it, bro SanGiovanni: yeah howard don't commit the fundamental attribution error Lee: yeah bro i don't know what this but don't do it bro

SanGiovanni: so the professor is all "HP Lovecraft sucks ass, he can't write" Lee: oh and he's racist, bro, don't forget that SanGiovanni: oh that's right, AND he's racist SanGiovanni: thanks ed Lee: no prob bro

SanGiovanni: so Lovecraft was racist August Derleth: only as racist as the average man of his time!! SanGiovanni: and a shitty writer Derleth: only as shitty as the average writer of his time!! Lovecraft:

SanGiovanni: and the prof is all "we should stop talking about Lovecraft, who sucks, and start talking about better authors like Poe or Shelley" Lovecraft: come on!! Mary Shelley: haha i like this guy, he sounds like he's got the right idea Poe: yeah he's not entirely wrong

Lee: but check this bro Lee: this prof loves horror conventions cuz he's always getting laid Lee: these cons are just FULL of hotties looking to score Lee: you know how horror chicks are Lee: FREAK-EE SanGiovanni: and their tits--! Lee: oh man, bro, the tits are fuckin' bangin

Lee: bro so the girls at this convention have got some huge boobs SanGiovanni: some real serious honkers Lee: a real set of badonkers SanGiovanni: packin some dobonhonkeros. massive dohoonkabhankoloos Lee: big ol' tonhongerekoogers!

SanGiovanni: so this goth witch gets mad at the professor for dissing Lovecraft and she sends him to another dimension where Lovecraft is real! Lee: and bro don't forget, the witch has enormous jugs SanGiovanni: oh yeah just some ridonculous knockers

SanGiovanni: now the professor is in a Lovecraft world and he's about to find out that being in a Lovecraft world isn't all its cracked up to be Lee: oh yeah bro and he's gotta collect the 5 power stones to advance to the next level bro SanGiovanni: you mean the chaos emeralds?

SanGiovanni: now he's traveling from Lovecraft story to Lovecraft story, striving to put right what once went wrong and hoping each time that the next leap will be the leap home Lee: you know that thing about hotties trawling for dick at horror cons? thats totally true bro

Lee: yeah bro you know what i'm saying Lee: we're gonna get you laid, bro! Lovecraft: at a convention? Lee: that's what they're for bro! ask sonia! she invented the whole idea, bro! Sonia Greene: he's right

[demons-mind]

So the long needed ship post for Abel is finally here. Abel x Emily!!!

So low-key Abel does not really like anyone in heaven. He thinks all the angels and seraphims are hypocrites, and it annoys him to death. However, one day, when Sonia was planning her date with Vaggie, she decided to set up a blind date for Abel. (Because the fact that Exorcist are Heavenborn in my AU, they are not allowed inside Heaven's Gates unless they're escorted by a Winner, so Sonia and/or Vaggie would ask Abel to take them to town, because they don't trust Adam to not say or do anything to them.) Abel, who was originally hating this plan, decided too go along with his insane friends' plan, mainly because he didn't want to be his friends third wheel anymore. When he finally met Emily he kind of was more dismissive and acting like a dick to her the entire time, until eventually he saw how genuinely upset she was (now to be far to Abel, he really didn't want to go on a date and be lectured every 5 minutes), and tone it down a little bit. Eventually, Abel saw that Emily was genuine in her actions when she said the things that the dumb Seraphims said. Like she holds Heaven's values close to her heart. After realizing that, he asked if he could start over with her and have a second date. Emily, being the sweetheart she is said yes, thinking he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed that morning and was cranky because of that, and decided to give Abel a second chance. Well, that interaction happened 7 years ago, and their relationship is still going well. Well enough that Abel even proposed to Emily, and they're currently engaged right now. However, they won't be getting married anytime soon due to the fact that the other seraphims are very strict with whom they let their own kind will have a relationship with (So their relationship was a huge secret for a long time, even from Sera). Plus, Abel didn't want to have the extermination in the back of his mind when he's at the altar with Emily. So once he tackles those obstacles out of the way, then he and Emily can finally start planning their wedding day.

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Alright, that is it for Abel x Emily. Normally, I just write how they got together and if they stay together. However, I have to mention that I changed Abel and Cain's appearance a tiny bit. When I first made the boys, I made them look more like Adam because I figured we were going to see Eve in the series, so I made them not really having a second parent in mind for them. Then, when I decided to make my version of Eve, I decided to change how Cain and Abel looked a tiny bit to fit both their parents. Therefore, I changed Abel's skin. (I also changed his eyes two also be a mix of Adam and Eve, but I'll show that later)

Still hope you all like it!!!💚💚💚

[fishys-still-writing-smut]

Comparison: Battle of the Blondes, between Sonia and Miu whose better at twerking their phat ass for their boyfriends, Chihiro and Gundham respectively?

Warning: lewd content below

"What's wrong ya virgin, gonna cum already?" Miu teased in a confident tone. Normally Chihiro would have expected her to tease him like that, but instead of it being directed normally to her femboy boyfriend, it was instead given to the edgelord, as she rode his dick next to Chihiro. Well, not that Chihiro was that upset. How could he be, when he was fucking a future queen raw?

In order to understand the future, we must go back to where it all started, when Miu picked a fight with another "blonde bimbo" as she said, claiming that her ass was the biggest on campus. Sonia, of course, took great offense to that, and offered to settle their disagreement the classic Novoselic way.

With a twerking competition of course!

And it was painfully obvious that Sonia was the winner. Not only was her ass phatter, but she had much more experience shaking it for Gundam than Miu had shaking it in general. With each shake her plump cheeks jiggled and made an irresistible clapping noise. Sonia was surprisingly flexible, able to shake her juicy ass while bent over in a variety of positions, exposing not only the overwhelming size of her bubble butt, but also her excited creamy pussy. She even gave Chihiro a mini private show in between her many lap dances for Gundham, rubbing her huge ass over Chihiro's bulge while moaning lewdly (this also gave Sonia Chihiro's vote for best twerker, but he stayed quiet as to not upset Miu).

Miu, watching her boyfriend be seduced by a twerker much better than her, was forced to lay down her trump card. She expected to perform this on Chihiro, but anyone would do at this point considering the desperate situation. She yanked off the bottoms of the local Chūnibyō, much to the surprise of everyone else, and began her master plan…twerking on a dick! After all, Miu was in her element while being fucked by a slut, a fact everyone knew very well by this point. She began clapping her ass in the same way Sonia did, but also did so while riding Gundham's cock, all while staring at the princess with a smug grin.

Sonia, sensing the attack on her pride, decided to up the ante as well. She looked hornily as Chihiro, who quickly got the hint and removed his bottoms as well. She then smiled happily before inserting Chihiro into herself, bouncing on his cock with the same slutty energy as Miu. She twerked on Chihiro's cock while he was balls deep inside of her, even slapping her ass for good measure. The fire in her eyes was lit as she was determined not to lose to Miu.

And that's how a simple comparison turned into a milking competition. Though, most of the blame could be placed on Miu, who was just looking for an excuse to get dicked down by absolutely anyone, regardless of circumstance. Not that Sonia was a complete angel either, as after the 2nd creampie Chihiro left inside of her she completely forgot about one upping Miu and only focused on Chihiro's third load being shot inside of her. As with most things, when sex gets placed on the table all animosity disappears.

Though, rumor has it that Miu still hasn't gotten over the fact that Sonia is a better twerker than her, and will fuck the nearest person out of anger whenever it gets brought up. Though, with how petty Miu is, did you expect any different?

[anellope]

Turning Out

Chapter 1 is out!

Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie TozierMinor + Background Relationship(s)

Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Sonia Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, Original Characters, Minor Characters

And he felt that bitterness in his mouth, that weight on his stomach… that feeling of emptiness, in finding that nothing seemed to come back to mind even while seeing it. To think that he was so close to the other, that he had come so far as to become a real PDA show, because that was what it was. Freak show. For everybody to see.

[In which Richie Tozier finally make out with his crush]

You can read the first chapter here or in the reblog I put.

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[cjcroen1393]

I randomly decided to make pictures for my personal Pokemon LGBT headcanons, since I’ve got this massive, sprawling Pokemon Fanon Universe in my head and in it nearly every single character is LGBT in some way, so I figured why not and put these together. I used the sprites from Pokemon Masters as the artwork because they were among the few “official” pieces of Pokemon artwork that didn’t save as .webp files. There’s more, of course, but I figured what better place to start than the Protagonists? More specifically, MY protagonists, the ones I chose.

Protags: You are here

Rivals: x, x

Gym Leaders: x, x

Elite Four Members: x

Champions (and Sonia): x

Villains: x

NPCs: x

Some expansion of the headcanons:

- Red is asexual but biromantic. He falls in love with Misty, but so far nothing has happened between them yet.

- Ethan is bisexual, and I’ve been considering making him trans too, but I haven’t decided yet. I like to think Ethan had a crush on Silver for a while before learning how much of a dick he was and hooking up with Jasmine instead.

- Brendan is in a poly relationship with May and Wally, because I loved all combinations of those ships so I figured “Hey, why not put them all together?” If I had included their individual orientations, Brendan would be bi, Wally would be pan and May would be either bi/pan or straight.

- Dawn is a lesbian. She ends up falling for Cheryl. That’s all I can say about that, tbh.

- Anyone who’s read my Unova Chronicles fic knows that Touya’s bi. The details can be found in that fic.

- Rosa is straight, since her canon potential love interest is a guy and there’s no option for her to be with his female counterpart. I don’t think this is an issue, tbh--she’s a HUGE ally to her LGBT friends, especially her best friend and rival Hugh (who’s asexual for those wondering).

- Calem is gay and I pictured him having this whole arc where he loves making clothes but keeps that fact to himself because he’s scared of being seen as a stereotype. Eventually, his friends convince him to be more open about himself and to not be ashamed of his hobbies or his sexuality.

- Yuki (my name for the SuMo player character) is bisexual, but isn’t entirely aware of this yet.

- Nora (my name for the Scottish Pokemon Trainer SwSh player character) is aromantic and asexual. She has this philosophy of “Who needs romance when you can have POKEMON BATTLES!?” This also makes her and Calem the only ones I haven’t paired up with someone.

These are my headcanons for the Protagonists, so next I guess would be the Rivals, then maybe some of the Gym Leaders, Elite Four, Champions and others, not necessarily in that order.

[treason-and-plot]

REPLIES TO REPENTANT ROY

@windermeresimblr​

Roy, you absolute jackass. Saoirse, maybe go get a glass of water before you go? You're going to have a wicked hangover.

I’m pretty sure she would also have had a couple of decent swigs from those liquor bottles in the kitchen when she got back....

@windermeresimblr​

I mean, he can say whatever he wants, but is he going to actually do it once Saoirse's resigned herself to this again? Who knows. I don't think he will, but I have a very low patience for Roy's antics.

I think this time he will. I’m tired of his antics too, tbh. I need a break from the drama!

@wannabecatwriter​

Hopefully he means it. If not, I have no doubt she'll make true on her promise to kick him.

She will definitely make true. He has met his match in Saoirse and best of all, he knows it!

@muses-circle​

Oh, these two... I just can't even. 🤣🤣  I want to believe Roy means it this time, but time will tell. Sao, she needs to learn to stand on her own feet, Roy or no Roy.

I’m looking forward to exploring the dynamics of them living in separate places. And how Roy will try and explain it to Sonia without losing face! 

@sweetnovember77​

♥️ “And maybe, just maybe, there is hope, after all”

@ktarsims​

😈 Roy, you deserved every. single. word. 😆 *ahem* Here’s the interesting part. Saoirse was mad before she any alcohol. The emotion enhancer did it’s work. Now she’s thoroughly furious. Of course, she also was handed additional reasons to be angry, but... somehow I think she’d keep her cool more without the drink. I think the glass of water is a good idea, but I’d vote for two. The first one to be thrown spitefully in Roy’s face. 😋

Lololol!! Poor Roy’s face...it’s suffered a lot for his sins! And 100% correct re the alcohol.  And as mentioned above, I think she would have probably helped herself to more when she got back to the penthouse, too.

@pinkfuzzasims​

I love Roy. I don’t care what anyone says And I’m just going to finally say it. He’s been my favorite for a long time and I just adore him 🖤

Me too!

@shhhushhh​

I... don't believe him :/ Not that I think he is lying. In my mind and heart I'm already convinced the more chances he gets the more ballsy he becomes making him think he can be excused of just anything. He sees it as another win when it's not. I wonder if she hasn't staged this scene though..

As much as Roy thinks everything is a contest, I believe he is genuine in his desire to better himself. And Roy being Roy, he probably would think that being forced to admit he’s sorry cancels out any other win, lolol!

And Saoirse hasn’t staged anything. I had another scene planned, in which she explains that she saw Geoffrey the driver as an ally, because she had this drunken notion that he was on her side because she was once the hired help, too, and was shocked that he told Chantal about her plan to go to the airport! Which I abandoned because it seemed clunky and superfluous. But she wasn’t thinking that he would tell Chantal, who would in turn tell Roy, of course...or if she did she was beyond caring. In the drunken heat of the moment she just wanted out. 

@corianderpunch​

I think I just "spoiler-ed" myself 🤯

@1o8percent​

I have a hard time believing that Roy's going to "change" and actually listen to Saoirse for once. He doesn't have the best track record.

Exactly! Only time will tell. But for the moment, I think he is actually genuine and willing to change. If anyone can change him, Saoirse can!

@simmerjazen​

whaaa??? Did Roy just say I'm sorry? Did he admit fault without a but added to it? I am shocked to say the least. I hope for Saoirse's sake this fear he has stays and he rememebers. But it's gonna take work.

IKR? Saying sorry for Roy is HUGE. Bigger even than his ego and his dick combined! MASSIVE!!! But jokes aside, I hope he does too. It’s time for a new phase in Roy’s life...one in which he actually grows and matures. It’s time. We’re all exhausted, Roy! 

[bigskydreaming]

Since I think a lot of people don’t know this - its actually a very, very, VERY long-running and consistent plot point in EVERY version of DC continuity that Dick Grayson has always made a point not to touch any money from Bruce unless there’s literally no other option and its not even for himself. Like, this is a BIG deal to him.

You know how Dick makes a huge deal about being Nightwing instead of Batman, and wanting to be his own man, and have things on his own terms instead of only being what Bruce made him or taught him or gave him? Like, its literally the same thing here. Dick is generally pretty consistent in the things he does.

So when Dick and Bruce were on the outs after Dick moved out and became Nightwing? Dick lived off the same funds as the rest of the Titans. When Dick moved to Bludhaven, he had a 9-5 job as a cop *shudders but forever blames right-wing Chuck Dixon for that, it wasn’t Dick’s fault* and when he moved to NY after Bludhaven was destroyed, he worked as a gymnastics instructor. When Dick bought Haly’s Circus, he explicitly did so with the money he’d gotten in the settlement from his parents’ wrongful death suit against Zucco’s estate, and he lost all of that money when his circus was destroyed by Firefly, on Blockbuster’s orders.

The only time Dick has EVER been shown living in any kind of luxury after moving out when he was a teenager (under eighteen for the record), was when he lived in the Wayne penthouse with Damian and Alfred, and operated out of it as Batman, in Morrison’s Batman & Robin run. And like, this was pretty much just for Damian’s sake, and because Alfred was living with them too, and because he literally couldn’t operate as Batman the same way as he had as Nightwing, just out of his own loft apartment. Not to mention he was expected to operate as the CEO of Wayne Enterprises in the wake of Bruce’s ‘death,’ even though as he consistently reminded people, he never ever ever wanted anything to do with the company. And its not really a coincidence that one of the first things Dick did as Batman was pack up the Batcave, close up Wayne Manor, and move into a considerably smaller location.

In the New 52, once AGAIN he was explicitly shown purchasing Haly’s Circus with his own money, his inheritance from the suit brought against the Zucco’s for his parents’ murder. This time around, it was an even BIGGER deal, because in the first arc of the new Nightwing series, when his family’s connections to the Court of Owls was revealed and three of his childhood friends who had stayed with the circus and thus been trained as assassins all turned on him and tried to kill him, no big deal there right.....like, the circus was wrecked in a big opening night event Dick was a guest at. So in the next arc, Dick decided he wanted to try and repair the circus, and he also wanted to do something for Gotham in general. He worked with Lucius Fox to present every bank in the city with a proposal for loans/funding to buy Amusement Mile, the destroyed ruins of what had once been the entertainment center of Gotham twenty or thirty years ago, at Gotham’s height, and he wanted to have Haly’s Circus stay in town as a permanent fixture at the heart of it. He explicitly said it was his way of trying to bring a little light back to Gotham and make a cheap, affordable way for all the city’s citizens to have a regular place to visit or gather for fun and family bonding, etc.

Every single bank in town rejected his proposal, because he specifically didn’t want to go to Bruce for the money or Wayne Enterprises, and because Dick himself was considered too high a risk because of everything that had happened with the circus in the previous arc. No one wanted to fund what they figured would be a losing venture. So, instead of going to Bruce for the money, STILL, Dick instead asked Lucius to go back to the banks and tell them he’d personally commit EVERY SINGLE CENT he had from his parents’ wrongful death suit, if a lender would match it.

Guess who the ONLY lender that would match it was? The bank run by Sonia Zucco, the freaking DAUGHTER of the very man who’d murdered Dick’s parents. And Dick STILL TOOK THE DEAL.

(Which for the record, resulted in the circus being targeted and burned down AGAIN in the very NEXT arc, this time by the Joker, who also murdered two of Dick’s childhood friends still left with the Circus, one of whom had been the one Dick personally worked with to try and get everyone to stay in Gotham. So, y’know. Just mentioning that).

But yeah, also, also, Dick is the only kid in the Batfamily (other than in YJ where he attended Gotham Academy) who attended public school, at his OWN insistence. In Robin: Year One, back in the pre-Reboot continuity, he fights Bruce on this when he’s still only like nine years old, because he refuses to go to a stuffy private academy if he can’t be homeschooled like he was when he was living with the circus. Additionally, he remains the only kid in the Batfamily who has CONSISTENTLY held down a regular 9-5 job, working in college and his early Nightwing years as a bartender, then a cop, then a gymnastics teacher, most recently a cab driver as Ric Grayson.....like, he doesn’t live off Bruce’s money. He refuses to. Always has. Its a thing with him. A really, really big thing.

So just saying, please don’t write Dick Grayson as some spoiled rich kid just because through no choice of his own he grew up in Wayne Manor either from the age of eight, ten, twelve or sixteen, depending on what timeline you’re referring to. (Especially if its just to make some kind of pissing contest between him and Jason and show how Dick has no idea ‘how the other half lives’ and is so privileged and out of touch, please, I am TIRED, that is not a THING with them, it has NEVER been a THING with him, because Dick is the only kid in the Batfamily who actually DOES get where Jason comes from with half his priorities).

But yeah, Dick Grayson is not some spoiled rich brat because of who his adopted father is (also also, don’t forget he remains the only Batkid who wasn’t adopted until well into his adulthood. Despite living with Bruce twice as long as any other Batkid, every single other Batkid was officially adopted and LEGALLY more of a Wayne and more Bruce’s heir than Dick was the ENTIRE time he lived with Bruce). He pays his own way, he prioritized public schooling, having his own income, and actively and consistently puts his OWN funds towards public works for the cities he lives in.

This spoiled, entitled, privileged Dick Grayson we often see in fanfics, who is out of touch with the common man or whatever, is literally the COMPLETE OPPOSITE of who he has ALWAYS been written as, in EVERY canon.

[koiyyo]

SDR2 “modern” MC server HCS!

SDR2 part of mc 

-by mod irusu, mod cass, mod dragon, mod corn, mod chie and mod kiwi

hajime  - bad at minecraft  - accidentally punched mikan off a cliff once because he didn't know how to place a block  - constantly gets bullied by chiaki  - actually good at building houses  - just builds and vibes  - but ends up in taka’s jail a lot cause nagito blames him  - locked nagito in his basement

akane  - AGGRESSIVE  - can and will throw hands  - basically lives in teruteru’s house at this point because she keeps breaking in and stealing his shit  - tries to make her own farm but keeps trampling on it and then being like “what happened to my farm :(“  - challenges everyone she sees to a pvp battle in peko’s stadium

fuyuhiko  - “no i will not set my skin to boss baby you fucking cretin”  - tries to start a farm, is too impatient  - when he “dishonors” someone he jumps off a cliff in front of them  - travels around a lot to try and find rare biomes so he can profit  - ,,mostly does this so he can find a flower peko will like  - too complex. sticks with poppies  - gets way too angry when someone kills him. no talk he angy

sonia  - built a really extra castle  - has tons of guard dogs around her and the castle  - sucks at minecraft but she’s doing her best  - gets gundham to help her find animals  - “what is a ‘creeper’?”  - attempts to swear everytime she dies “goddamn it- all to hell!”  - gives her pets really fancy royal names, gundham helps her with the names

kazuichi  - obsessed with redstone  - has a redstone security system, and helps hina out with her autofarms  - literally equivalent to mumbo jumbo, probably better  - tried to move in with sonia multiple times  - got killed by gundham or sonia every time he tried  - is the main builder of the “train” station on the server  - it’s just so people can visit each other with minecarts

teruteru  - makes cakes a lot  - also makes dicks in front of people’s houses made out of obsidian  - people buy leather off of him because he has a lot for some reason  - only wears leather armor  - cuz hes a heathen  - ‘put’ a stripper pole in ibuki’s music venue, got adventure mode for a month and a long scolding from taka

imposter(byakuya)  - literally a cryptid  - nobody knows where he is  - online 24/7  - probably has a secret base thats like 80 blocks underground  - sometimes appears to either taunt real byakuya or vibe with him and then disappears again

mahiru  - has minecraft shaders on 24/7  - even though her computers on the brink of melting  - “this is so pretty!! just look at the sky and th-” “mahiru it’s a blocky video game please”  - freaked out because she couldn't figure out how to remove the gui to take a pretty screenshot  - lives with hiyoko and shares her stuff with her  - “hiyoko please stop burning the forests-“ “NEVER!!!”  - loves ocelots but they run away when she tries to take a screenshot  - takes aesthetic minecraft pictures  - these pictures get used without credit in clickbaity mc thumbnails

peko  - constantly wields two swords at the same time, she never unequips them unless she needs to build or mine  - runs assassin business with maki  - people hire her as a hitman  - made a pvp stadium and runs it  - fuyuhiko’s bodyguard  - probably has invis potions because of how stealthy she is  - really scary to turn around and see her user in the distance

ibuki  - collects all the music discs  - forces kazuichi to make those cool redstone note block machines for her  - rabid, absolutely feral  - owns like 25 parrots so she can see them all dance while the music plays  - made a music venue in the middle of the town, named it titty typhoon  - will kill someone when no one's expecting it. do not trust her she is feral  - “ARE Y’ALL READY” queue her spinning her mouse to make her character headbang

hiyoko  - targets mikan  - once tried to trap mikan’s base, was stopped by mahiru  - makes unholy levels of tnt, and hides them under mikans base  - she tried to make a cool redstone contraption to set it off but it never worked and mahiru found out and scolded her for the 10th time    - it suddenly set off and exploded everything in a 1 mile radius including them  - has three cockatiels and they have playdates with ibuki’s parrots  - she fake cries everytime she dies  - probably actual tears  - enjoys burning down villages and watching the villagers burn, unfortunately celeste got stuck in the village  - celeste threateningly screamed into the mic and hiyoko got so scared and left the game

mikan  - cries at basically everything in pvp  - audible “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH” when she dies  - highkey a stalker of junko  - leaves weird ass presents in junko’s house even though shes never online  - gets harassed by hiyoko 24/7  - is good at making potions, makes mostly healing potions  - gets harrassed to make potions of harming and poison (probably by hiyoko)

nekomaru  - “good job guys!” “nekomaru we just got killed by the ender dragon please-“  - constantly says minecrap instead of minecraft  - screams  - probably has made it in funny stream fail videos  - has intense duels with akane in peko’s pvp stadium on the daily 

gundham  - massive animal farm  - refuses to kill any of his animals  - instead of attacking, he just lets his army of wolves kill.  - vegan, has a huge ass farm  - sells specifically bred horses to people  - will hunt u down if u kill a pet  - got angry over hiyoko burning down the forests, probably hired peko as an  assassin to kill hiyoko for it

nagito  - constantly stuck in webs while in mineshafts  - the kinda guy to mine diamonds when its above lava, manage to fall into it and die, then get a glitch that keeps his inventory after he dies??  - kinda just stares at hajime while playing and kills him while he’s not looking  - names everything he has hope and if hajime changes their names, he just kills the animal  - the guy who has an army of cats and yet kills them constantly.  - looses all of his dogs somehow

chiaki  - the unforgiving admin  - “chiaki please i went afk for 2 seconds and all of my dogs died and i died too wtf help pls”  - “that sucks”  - has the most materials because she has the patience to grind  - lives with hajime and nagito  - anytime someone dies she types f  - has every crafting recipe memorized  - can probably read minecraft enchantment table

epic gamer moment hope u enjoy - mod lapis

[kaspbrak-tozier-reddie]

So apparently Richie is like a modern e-boy but can you write a fic where both he and Eddie are like soft boys?

Oh dang, anon! A modern!AU coming your way!

Warnings: mentions of drug use, Sonia’s great parenting

Send quote or prompt and I’ll write a fic

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As soon as he hears what and E-Boy is, Richie is quick to change his style, getting rid of his black jeans and graphic tees (obviously keeping his band tees). Richie had given up smoking years ago and he was glad he did, he’s much better than he was back in high school. Richie had refused to try vaping from Bev or take any more weed. He wanted to be clean, even if that meant going cold turkey on the things that gave him comfort and especially the potential lung cancer.

Swapping his emo look for a more colourful look isn’t easy, living for the dark colours and the eyeliner. It comforts him. 

It isn’t like he’s going completely soft, he still listens to his AC/DC and Guns n Roses CDs. Plus his My Chemical Romance and Nirvana CDs. It’s just the outside look that’s changing, maybe this way he can actually make some friends at college! Instead of shying away in his dorm room every night and day.

*

That’s just what he does. He sits down beside some boy (around his age) that he’s seen talking to his best friends, Stan and Bill. “Hi, Eddie right?” Richie asks the shorter brunette in a pastel pink polo shirt and jeans.

“Yeah, Richie?” Eddie asks, Richie nods and throws his backpack his feet and sits beside the other boy. “What’s with the new getup?”

“I was being labelled as an E-Boy tiktoker but I’m not so I opted for a change,” Richie explains.

“I kinda miss the grunge look.” Richie feels his cheeks heat up a little and hopes that his blush isn’t obvious. “But I’m really digging this, it’s hot.” 

Is he seriously outwardly flirting with me? Richie thinks, no, that can’t be.

There isn’t the slightest possibility that Eddie is attracted to the ‘new’ look. He has to just be complimenting him on the new style, Eddie is an obviously straight man, right? He has his girlfriend sitting right next to him, so he has to be straight, or at least Bi! Right?! RIGHT?!

Richie doesn’t focus on the lecture but on his panicking thoughts, completely overthinking the interaction only seconds before. He starts to tap his foot to the rhythm of ‘Should I Stay or Should I Go?’ Thinking of just leaving the lecture hall and potentially throwing up from the panic, or maybe the gay panic as some memes say. 

Maybe changing from an E-boy to a Soft boy was just a huge mistake! He can still be an E-boy without the cancer sticks, right? But he doesn’t want to be an E-boy or an Emo anymore, he wants to be the old Richie who wore shitty Hawaiian shirts day in day out. 

The one that cracked jokes about mom’s and his dick. 

The one that got straight A’s and helped out at the dentist that his dad owned.

Richie wishes that the times were different, back before the bullying drove him away to a state over and took up smoking and marijuana. Sure he met Bev but she wasn’t the same as Bill or Stan, he missed those lunatics. Well, that was until he found out that he was going to NYU with them.

With that being said, Richie pushes himself out of the seat and towards the exit, almost throwing up in the process. 

*

Once he manages to get up to his dorm room, he immediately throws up in the ensuite bathroom since Stan basically forced the three of them to get a large suite with an ensuite didn’t want to share a bathroom with anyone. It is more expensive but the suite allowed for a third person and they immediately said ‘Bill’.

“Oh sorry ‘ill, didn’ see ya dere,” Richie says with mouthful emerging from the bathroom with a toothbrush sticking out from his mouth.

“You feeling okay Rich?” Bill asks, Richie throws up a finger to tell Bill to wait as he spits out the toothpaste that was accumulating as he brushed.

“Uh no. I think Eddie flirted with me.” Bill cocks an eyebrow in confusion before starting to laugh. “What’s funny Big Bill?”

“It’s so obvious he’s straight and you’re reading too much into it because you haven’t had a boyfriend in, - wait, you’ve never had a boyfriend.”

“Yes, thank you so much for pointing it out! I’m a 19-year-old virgin, I get it!” 

Richie huffs and sits down on his bed. Maybe Bill’s right. Maybe he is overthinking the interaction just because he’s desperate for someone to like him. That has to be the simplest explanation. 

He just sits there for 5 minutes, thinking, thinking about Eddie, thinking about himself. Sure Eddie is cute, they’ve never spoken a word before today but he had seen Eddie around campus and in the common area of their dorm. Not to mention in a couple of classes and seeing him talk to Bill and/or Stan. This crush starts to build more and more but Eddie has a girlfriend that Bill swears looks like Eddie’s mum. 

“Richie, I feel your panic vibes. What is it now?”

“I’m going to talk to Eddie.”

Bill sits at his desk dumbfounded, watching Richie get up from his bed and rush towards the door, but he’s unsure if he should be stopping Richie or not. The thought of Richie getting his hopes up and getting hurt… it isn’t what he wants.

****

As he walks towards Eddie’s dorm room (he mentally thanks Stan’s loud mouth), he thinks about what ‘soft boys’ do. If E-Boys, wear dark colours, smoke/vape, basically be emo; then what do soft boys do? Maybe be sweet, gentlemen-like? Richie doesn’t know, all he knows is emo. He worships the colour black and the whole My Chemical Romance movement. He loves heavy metal and the 70s and 80s music, well era in general. 

He makes note that most of his old clothes, yes were ‘soft boy’ shit but were also vintage, like what his dad wore during the 70s and 80s. Is there such a thing as a vintage boy? Richie thinks, probably not.

Richie finally makes it to Eddie’s dorm room and he knocks lightly hoping that it is loud enough for the short brunette to hear.

“Richie? What are you doing here?” Eddie asks as he opens his door and Richie immediately found the floor interesting, keeping his vision locked onto the wooden strips.

“I uh - I just wanted to apologise for running out of the lecture like that,” Richie explains. It wasn’t exactly a lie, he did feel guilty for running out like that but the crush on the boy in front of him overpowered his senses, causing him to start an anxiety attack.

“I think I know why.” Richie snaps his head up, locking his eyes with Eddie’s, he feels his eyelids pull open as far as they can go. What is happening?

“Uh? How? What?” Richie starts to stammer on his wording not sure how to form a sentence. After 19 years, he has finally been made to shut up without being “beeped” or told to shut up; this is completely voluntary.

“I too have had a crush on you. You’re kinda hard to not notice in all that black. As much as I love the change, you’re such a hot emo.” 

Richie can’t believe what he’s hearing, he’s practically jumping for joy, but he’s kicked back to his senses when he sees a photo on the wall. It’s Eddie and his girlfriend at some fancy college event. “But don’t you have a girlfriend?” 

“No, she’s just a friend but she’s kinda obsessed with me and won’t let me be my true gay self.”

“So that’s why Bill’s so adamant on you being straight.” It all makes sense now, no wonder why Eddie cringes when the girl loops her arm around his waist or when she tries to kiss him, he pulls away. 

“Yeah, everyone thinks that. Myra just has my ma’s way of thinking. ‘Those homosexuals have aids Eddie-bear, they’ll infect those with weak immune systems’.” Richie starts to laugh. “She was the worst, tried to make me go to a community college and then she forced me to date, Myra because I told her I was gay.”

“Sounds like the absolute worst.”

Eddie nods and sits on his bed and signals for Richie to join him. Richie shyly walks towards the bed, sitting down awkwardly an arm’s length away from Eddie. The boy beside him gives him a look and he scoots closer to him, his long lanky legs outstretched in front of him. 

It’s an awkward silence, the two boys sit in silence facing the opposite wall. Richie needs to make a move, Eddie made the first one back in that lecture hall, so he needs to think of something and fast.

Richie scoots a little closer so that their hips are basically touching, his arm goes around Eddie’s waist, pulling him closer. “I’ve had a crush on you as well.” Richie swears he hears Eddie’s breathing hitch. Thinking he made a mistake, he pulls away but Eddie holds him back.

“You know the ‘soft-boy persona won’t suit you,” Eddie says. “It means you act all sweet but really you’re a fuck boy. Just from meeting you today and from what Bill and Stan have told me about you, you’re too sweet to be an asshole.”

“So you prefer my emo look?”

“Did you change for me?!” 

Richie laughs and shakes his head. “God! If I did someone needed to shoot me. No, I found this.” Richie points to his Hawaiian shirt. “Back at home and decided to dress like I used to. Band tees are still part of that, but I’m going back to the old Richie.”

Eddie smiles and looks up at Richie. “Tell me, what does the old Richie entail, and what made you say goodbye to the new Richie?”

So Richie tells him about his childhood, the bullying, the ‘mom’ jokes, the fact that he was a repressed gay geek that was more often than not seen at the arcade playing Street Fighter. He was a happy kid who chilled in his bright Hawaiian shirts (that were 3 sizes too big) and matching undershirts often paired with shorts or jeans. His coke bottle glasses always falling down the bridge of his nose. 

Life was simpler back then.

He further explained that when he was finally driven out of the town and to a state over, he met Beverly who was a complete and utter badass. She was the one that introduced him to more music than just Nirvana, Led Zepplin, Guns n Roses, AC/DC and Queen. Richie’s music taste developed tremendously, so his clothing palate became dark. 

She opened his eyes to the beauty of weed and tobacco, not to mention beer. She was his first and only friend at his new school, a real beauty, the only one that knew his secret other than Stan and Bill. 

It wasn’t until junior year that he realised that smoking was a cancer stick, sure he knew beforehand but he didn’t want to waste his life away. So by the time that vaping became a thing at the end of senior year, he had fully quit and was offered a puff from Bev’s Juul and Richie refused. 

****

“Wow. Didn’t pin you as a smoker,” Eddie says after 5 minutes of letting everything sink in.

“Please don’t hate me, I know you’re a health nut,” Richie says.

“I could never. I’m glad you stopped.”

Richie smiles to himself but dragging out a thought if he didn’t actually stop smoking. Would Eddie have turned the other way and refused to talk to him? Richie doesn’t want to be thinking about that but the thought continues circles around his head.

He can feel another anxiety attack coming on but he can’t excuse himself because then the boy that’s hugging him will know that something is wrong. Richie tries to relax and push the negative thoughts away. 

The two fell into another awkward silence unsure of where to go from there, but the ball is now in Eddie’s court. “So Eds, tell me more about you. I just told you how I have always been a secret softie,” Richie says.

That opens a flood gate of all possible topics to tell Richie so he stays on the topic of how his mother made him into a hypochondriac and made him into a repressed gay. 

*

Needless to say, Richie is starting to get weirded out by the fact that he’s in Eddie’s dorm room hugging or really cuddling the smaller boy and the two of them acknowledging that they have a crush on one another but saying nothing about it.

Richie doesn’t want to say anything in case Eddie isn’t - 

“Rich, what are we doing?” Eddie asks. “We’ve been sitting here for an hour.”

“Well, do you want this to be a date or just a couple of friends hanging out?” Richie prompts.

“I don’t know.”

“If you want to figure things out beforehand -” Richie’s cut off by Eddie’s lips. It’s over as quick as it began, not giving Richie the time to react.

“I’m ready to be my true self. If you can do it, I can.” Eddie smiles. “Wanna come down to the admin office, I have a major to change.”

“Going badass on me now?”

Eddie smirks and kisses Richie again, this time Richie’s prepared and immediately kisses him back. 

[prince-toffee]

Okay so I was never a huge Masters of the Universe fan, I viewed it as very stereotypical and shallow, you know dude bros just using nostalgia to win every argument and being creeply horny for half naked characters (seriously why does nobody wear pants in that show?). You know, I never liked Conan the Barbarian/Red Sonia type of stuff. But I gave the old show a chance and I found out that it had a lot of heart and good caring effort and intention behind it. It was a wholesome kids show. I was gladly wrong.

So it kind of shook me that Kevin Smith was in charge of the new He-Man show. And look, I’m sure the dude’s a cool, chill, kind guy, but I’m familiar with his work and I can’t help but facepalm and sigh in the most cartoony way possible. And if you don’t know what that means and you’re a really big fan of Kevin Smith, let me give you an example.

Bruce Fucking Timm. In the eyes of some is the second coming of Christ, because he made those DC cartoons (which I love), because he created your childhood. And at the surface his Batman run is amazing and inspiring and the perfect, purest distilled form of Batman. That’s on the surface, but, BUT, if you start chipping down on the layers, it gets weirder. The dude, literally, has a serious hard on for bat sex, Batman/Batgirl sex, and it’s weird. And I don’t care if you pull out some evidence that Babs is in her 20s and it’s not weird because she’s an adult. She was dating Dick, Bruce’s son! That’s like your dad having sex with your girlfriend. And he goes out of his way to get you into it. There was no reason for that bat sex scene in the Killing Joke, it’s just.... it feels gross. And Timm is like proud of it. Plus that scene where Atom rides in Diana’s cleavage. Or that deleted comic book page of Barbara stripping down in a crowd of people just to put on her costume. It’s fucking weird!!! And please, please don’t get me started on Batman and Harley Quinn. That’s just an hour of Bruce Timm cumming on a script, think about his wet dreams. But the executives and editors are like, well he’s Bruce Timm we gotta suck his dick, he’s the greatest. And to bring it all around, Kevin Smith gives me the same obnoxious vibes.

Mark my words, there will be a scene where a man and a woman are at a party, and the party’s under attack, and either the man will push the woman out of the way of a laser blast or something, or the woman will pull the man out of harms way, which will end with the man face planting into the woman’s boobs. Hahahaha, isn’t this awkward. It’s obnoxious, it’s dumb, I cringe every time.

Keep whatever weird shit your into at home, don’t bring it into work.

I have faith in people. But I don’t have faith that people will keep it in their pants.

[derekscorner]

I have played Pokemon Swish

(and yes I called it “swish” on purpose)

It was alright. I haven’t really bothered with Pokemon since Black 2 and even before that I had slowly dropped off after Gen III so I had was less to be annoyed about compared to others.

I can see why it’d annoy some personally. I got annoyed often by the “rival” character-

^ This kid appears way too often hampering your pace. His cuts during battle are also incredibly annoying. Others do it too but his felt more frequent but that is also because I have to look at him so damn much.

To be honest I found these two better rival characters:

The kid in pink is an attempt at the older rivals I think. He’s a dick, a bit overly so, but he only appears a handful of times. I found his forced recruitment by the old lady leader funny though. His final appearance wasn’t a surprise but at least he had some kinda growth.

I dont go into these expecting growth but it was neat to see.

I think she was the best of the rivals thrown at me though. It wasn’t because she was overly challenging or anything. To be frank, it was entirely due to how rare she appeared.

She wasn’t annoying me constantly, her design is adorable and I rather like her and her brother. I guess you could say I like her most based on design and due to how little she aggravated me.

Those may seem like shallow reasons to a more diehard fan but I can’t help that. The first kid is too damn present in my journey while the pink kid is a prick that I’m too old to care about dealing with.

The prickish Blue archetype worked on me when I was 10 but now I’m just indifferent to that.

The other characters were alright. Sonia and others kept stopping me a bit too often for my taste but they weren’t too frustrating. I think half the annoyance was just my aggravation with the Hop character.

I actually rather liked Marnies brother and I was pleased to fight a gym that wasn’t relying on kaijus. I’m a bit sad his town was so small but I get that’s a point of the story.

Speaking of gyms though

This guy was the only one that felt like a honest gym. He relied on other mechanics like double battles and weather changes. He did the giant thing as well but overall his gym and fight felt like it had actual effort placed into it.

He gave me actual trouble to a degree. I will admit that I was limiting my options on purpose though. The handhold nature of this entry was a bit much even if I could skip some annoying things like learning to catch a pokemon.

I’m not gonna bitch about the series being too easy since I think it’s for younger eyes but I do wish it had a harder mode like some games prior did. By all means, keep your target audiences but I dont see the logic in omitting a challenge.

One thing I chose to do, aside ditching my starter, was never using the giant mode in battles. I used them a few times for the Wild Area raids to see how they are but I never used it to win a gym battle.

It made the game a bit more tolerable since it felt like a true boss battle. I dont really have more complaints than that since I dont care about the pokedex debate.

I’m also familiar with the developers tendency to introduce mechanics only to ditch them so I didn’t go into this expecting much. All I can really say is I made it harder for myself on purpose and really, really, REALLY, appreciated the absence of HMs.

I wish I had more to explore and I wish I had way less interruptions with my journey. I wanted to throw Hop in the damn river.

Aesthetically, I really liked the sports event set up of the league. Having semi finalists and a tournament bracket was nice. The uniforms and huge stadiums of fans feels more natural to this world.

Pokemon is essentially THE sports event in this universe. It makes sense to see these things in my eyes and I only wish there was less theatrics/movies and more of it being a setting or backdrop.

I appreciated it myself even if I was making football/soccer jokes.

I consider this title more of a mediocre thing than anything. I had a good laugh at it’s faults or Leons’ design and I appreciated the only decent rival (Marnie) and at least two gym leaders.

It was ok. Nothing for me to rage over or treat like it’s God’s gift to man. But I will leave it on one note of praise:

I love this forest and wish it had more to explore. TnT

And yes, I did in fact dress my avatar as close to Ginko as I could get him. G’bye~

[katecarteir]

ask me to stay. | chapter two | 8.3k

“No! This is stupid.” Eddie said, trying to keep the tears from his eyes. “I never should have come, my mother was right. This was a huge mistake!”

Richie gave him a look he couldn’t read, and turned back to the smoking truck.

[or: the year is 1994, and Eddie Kaspbrak is in love.]

chapter warnings: period typical homophobia, sonia kaspbrak’s a+ parenting, internalized homophobia and So Much goddamn pining that it’s almost not funny.

read on AO3!

Eddie braced himself for hitting the ground, barely feeling the the impact within his ankles. Richie grinned at him as Eddie straightened up to stand. “You get braver everyday, Eds.”

It wasn’t true, but Eddie smiled anyway. Ever since that night up at the Quarry, things had changed between the Losers. Eddie wasn’t sure if Richie had ended things with Beverly or not, didn’t think it was hit place to ask Richie, but it made him unsure of how to act around Beverly. Richie and Beverly seemed to be spending less time together, but Richie had always had a bad habit of distancing himself whenever he was going through something. It was a toxic trait that Eddie wished Richie could grow out of, but he only seemed to fall more into himself as he got older.

Richie let out an overly loud sigh, staring up at the sky and letting the sun hit his face. Eddie loved the way the sunlight made his freckles look golden, and hated himself for it. Richie’s bruises from his run-in with Patrick were almost faded, and his lips were back to drawing Eddie’s attention simply for gay  reasons. It was truly summer at least, and summer always meant the Denbrough’s lakehouse launch party.

”Your mom is letting you go this year, right?” Richie asked as though he could read Eddie’s mind. “Because it always blows major dick when you aren’t there.”

“Do you actually blow on it?” Eddie asked, turning to Richie with wide eyes. “Your dick, during blowjobs… because that doesn’t sound good, it sounds awful.” Richie was wiggling his eyebrows and Eddie immediately regretted ever opening his mouth. “Oh my god, no, shut up. Don’t even….”

“Come on, Eds.” Richie said, with over-exaggerated sleeze. “We can find out.”

Eddie shoved at Richie roughly, so that his friend stumbled and fell down into the grass, laughing. “Beep fucking beep.” Eddie stared angrily down at Richie for a moment, momentarily annoyed at how his friend cackled before the laughter made Eddie’s chest warm as it always did. He held his hand up and helped hoist Richie back to his feet. Their hands were lowered to their sides, but they stayed joined. The inside of Eddie’s body was warm.

“You didn’t answer my questions,” Richie pointed out, smiling a little softly down at Eddie. He cursed Richie’s growth spurt from the past year, he truly did. Through seventh grade until junior year, Eddie and Richie had nearly been neck and neck in height, along with Beverly. The three of them had regularly been the shortest Losers, the three of them constantly bouncing back and forth within height ranking so frequently that you could almost never tell who was taller. Until this last summer, when Richie had come back from staying with his aunts at the end of August nearly four inches taller than Eddie and Bev. Neither of them had gotten even close to catching up, and Richie had added on another inch or two since then. Now, Eddie could probably tuck his head underneath Richie’s chin if he ever had the nerve to try.

The sun might have been hovering over them a little too directly, because Eddie suddenly felt way too fucking hot. He dropped Richie’s hand and shuffled away slightly, biting at his bottom lip. He couldn’t just hold Richie’s hand out in public like this - hell, he couldn’t hold Richie’s hand anywhere, it wasn’t his to hold. Eddie’s backyard wasn’t any more private than his front, he had nosey neighbours on all sides. Neighbours that absolutely would see something so innocent and turn it into something real bad to report to Sonia. Then Eddie’s life was as good as over.

“Yes, she’s letting me come.” Eddie said quietly, turning to walk out to the street. He heard Richie scamper after him. “I don’t even know how I did it. There was a lot of crying, and I’d pretty much given up, then she randomly changed her tune. Said that she had to accept that I wasn’t going to be an adult soon, and she can’t stop from doing things.”

“Well…” Richie said, sounding a little uneasy. Ever since the truth of what Sonia Kaspbrak was really like, Richie had been obviously putting a lot more effort into being considerate towards it. He still made your mom jokes, because he wouldn’t be Trashmouth Tozier if he didn’t, but it was clear that he tried to take real conversations about Sonia as seriously as possible. Eddie loved him for it, and never mentioned it. “That’s probably a good thing, right? If she’s starting to take you seriously like that, maybe she’s going to tone it down completely.”

“Doubt it.” Eddie said with a short laugh as he and Richie began to make their way down the sidewalk. “If anything, she’s using this as like… blackmail or something. When I bring up college applications next year, it’ll be all Oh, Eddie Bear, you don’t need to go to college. Don’t you remember going to the lakehouse last summer?”

The corners of Richie’s mouth twitched at Eddie’s scarily accurate imitation of his mother.  He forced down the laughter though, not sure it would be appreciated at this moment. “I can’t believe you and your ma haven’t talked about college. My parents have been shoving it down my throat since like… eighth grade. They have their hearts set on fucking Princeton or some other Ivy fuckshow.”

“I think my Ma believes that if we don’t talk about it, then I won't’ go.” Eddie said glumly, sounding fully Eryore-like. He felt Richie nudge him with his elbow and he sent Richie a small beam. “It’s fine, though. I turn eighteen before graduation, so my dad’s trust fund unlocks and goes to me. I don’t need her permission for anything then.”

“Thank fuck for that.” Richie said cheerily. “Where do you want to go, Eds? Where in this big wide world calls to you?”

Wherever you are, Eddie thought wistfully, then resented it. Richie would bitch and bitch about it, but he’d go to Princeton if that’s what his parents wanted. Eddie wasn’t going to be getting into Princeton, and if he did… even with his dad’s fund, he wouldn’t be able to afford it. And he couldn’t- wouldn’t- go chasing around the world for Richie Tozier. He could do better things. “New York, maybe.” Eddie said with a shrug. “Always wanted to see the city. What about you?”

“California, dude.” Richie said, giving him a quick surf’s up. “I’m going to go where the snow doesn’t fly and never look back. Stanny and I have talked about it, a bit, I guess. Probably go together, shack up in some trashy Cali apartment and save on money.”

Stan. Of course it was Stanley. Eddie tried not to be disappointed, knowing that Richie and Stan had practically shared diapers. There was nothing to be jealous about, and it wasn’t fair for Eddie to let it eat at him. It wasn’t fair to Richie… or himself… and definitely wasn’t fair to Stanley, who was the most innocent of bystanders in Eddie’s churning mind. “You’ll burn up like lobster in California.”

Richie grinned and ruffed at Eddie’s hair. Eddie squawked and pushed him away, the two walking the rest of the way to Denbrough’s in mindless conversation and soft giggles. They were the last to arrive, as they usually were, and all the other Losers were standing around the front yard. Eddie noted that the grass still hadn’t been mowed.

“B-b-bad nuh-news,” Bill said as soon as they walked up. Richie moved from Eddie’s side, taking Beverly’s hand without either of them looking at the other. Their hands were loose at their sides, and Eddie forced himself not to look.

“Finally, you guys are here,” Ben said, sounding more frustrated than Eddie was used to hearing him. “Bill’s been refusing to tell us his bad news until Richie got here. Can we get to it, please?”

Bill rolled his eyes and looked at Richie. “My p-p-parents are being hardasses. They w-w-w-won’t let me take the wag-wagon so we’re st-st-stuck with the c-c-car and-”

“And you need me to drive somebody in my truck?” Richie asked with a smirk. The only person who seemed to enjoy cutting off Bill’s stuttering sentences more than Richie, was Ben. But Ben hadn’t done it in years, not since the silent feud between them over Beverly had come to an end. Richie just did it to be a little asshole, everybody knew.

Bill glared at him, but he wasn’t actually mad. “I was th-hinking that you and Buh-Bev could travel with us in the t-t-ttruck-”

“I’m not going with Richie,” Beverly said a little sharply. The eyes of the other five Losers all turned to look at them, and Beverly blushed a bit. “He’s a shit driver! I don’t want to die, I barely let him drive me to school! Take Eddie.”

“Oh, so you want Eddie to die in a fiery crash then?” Mike asked, laughing awkwardly as he cleared tried to lighten the mood. Richie took his hand free from Beverly’s, covering it up by clearly scratching at his chin and Eddie’s stomach clenched at how uncomfortable he looked.

“Nobody’s dying,” Richie said with an eye roll. “If we really don’t want me driving- then Ben can. It would be easier because I’ve driven there before but whatever. I’m sure we can figure it-”

“I’ll just go with Richie, it’s fine. Everybody has to take one for the team sometimes” Stan grumbled suddenly, and Eddie’s stomach flared. He’d been so concerned with Richie’s discomfort in Beverly’s display that he hadn’t noticed what was going on.

“Don’t strain yourself, Stanley.” Eddie shot at him, knowing his voice was too angry but not being bothered to care. They were fighting over who had to ride with Richie! “I’m going with Richie.”

The air was tense for a moment, and Richie was giving Eddie some sort of look he couldn’t read, but the Losers soon moved back towards the excitement of the trip. Richie moved to stand beside Eddie, the two of them slightly apart from their friends. “I broke up with Beverly,” Richie whispered to him. “That’s why she’d being so weird.”

“You… what?” Eddie gaped at his friend. So many questions blew up in his mind in that moment, and he couldn’t find anything in him to ask. Richie seemed to know, somehow, what the most pressing questions were.

“Last Saturday, after I thought about what I told you at the Quarry.” Richie continued, watching their friends with a neutral expression that didn’t fit his personality. “She took it okay, She thought that we should wait to tell everybody until after the trip to keep it from being awkward. Guess she thought after that I could just duck out of the group without ruffling any feathers.”

Beverly didn’t think that, would never want that because she wasn’t that sort of malicious person. Eddie knew that- and Richie likely did as well - but it didn’t stop Richie’s words from stinging. He pressed his hand to Richie’s elbow and squeezed. “I’ll go with you.” It was an empty promise, as nobody was leaving the Losers Club for anything, but still a promise.

Richie beamed at him, and swayed forward slightly. His chest bumped against each other’s, Eddie’s hand squeezing at Richie’s elbow all the tighter. It was Richie’s eyes flicking down to Eddie’s lips, but still Eddie’s heart racing completely erratically. He could kiss Richie right now, he wouldn’t even have to stretch with how Richie was leaning down. Forget everything Eddie had ever told himself, everything he knew was right and what he couldn’t do. Forget all the people around them, people who may never accept them or forgive them. He could kiss Richie, he really could. Richie might not even pull away if he did.

“Hey, asshats!” Mike called over to them, grinning a little too knowingly for Eddie’s comfort. Richie took a step away from him, and Eddie noticed him blushing slightly. “Are you going to help us pack this car?”

Richie laughed, stepping towards the car and kicking his foot slightly against the suitcase that was most likely Bill’s. Eddie marvelled at Richie’s ability to act so normal so quickly. “We’re not even taking the car. Why should we have to pack it with your stuff?”

“In Richie talk, that means Richie hasn’t packed yet.” Mike said with a snicker. “And don’t try to deny it, because we can all see that you didn’t bring any bags.”

“Hey!” Richie cried, but he was finally grinning jokingly again. “Spaghetti Man over here doesn’t have a bag. Why are we digging at me?”

“Eddie probably didn’t even know if he was coming or not until last night or this morning,” Mike pointed out, grabbing the suitcase at his feet and hoisting it into the back. “So, it’s perfectly excusable that he hasn’t packed yet. You, on the other hand, are just an extreme procrastinator who can never get anything done even close to on time.”

“I’ll be s-s-surprised if he’s e-e-even packed b-before we leave t-t-tomorrow,” Bill said, head popping out from between the backseats to grin at them. “Have to walk around in the s-s-same dirty cl-clothes all w-w-weekend.”

“Or I could take the clothes off altogether,” Richie said with a leer. The back of Eddie’s neck turned warm once again, and he bitterly turned away. His gaze met Mike’s, and Mike’s eyes seemed just a little too amused for his liking. Eddie wrapped his arms around his middle and kicked at Richie’s ankle.

“Can I stay at yours tonight?” He asked gingerly. “After I go and get my stuff from home? I’m a little afraid that if I’m at home, my ma will try to guilt trip me into not going… or take away my permission, you know? If I’m not there, she can’t.”

“Sure, Eds.” Richie said, finally giving Mike and Stan a hand with all the suitcases and bags. “Saves time in the morning since I’m picking you up anyway.”

“Oh my God.” Ben gasped suddenly, looking around at the other Losers and seeming almost starstruck. “Guys… We don’t have to wait for Richie in the morning.”

There was loud, excited chattering amongst the Losers while Richie made large, sweeping motions of annoyance. “Oh, okay! Okay! I get it! Trash the Trashmouth! Fine, fine!” Eddie leaned back a little bit, pressing his hands against his lips to cover his smirk. “Eddie is the only one who’s good enough for me!”

Eddie raised his brow, and he could see Richie’s actions in the way you could see a cat’s eyes dilate before attack. Eddie had barely managed to brace his knees before Richie came rushing at him and leapt into Eddie’s eyes. He’d hardly been able to keep himself standing for three seconds before crumpling to the ground under Richie’s weight.

“Richard, you goddamn giant… You’re too fucking tall to around jumping on people!” Beverly laughed at them.

When Richie and Eddie walked back to the Tozier house that night, Eddie’s heart began to race. He struggled to trace the sudden anxious pit in his stomach back to a source: it was easily the idea of facing his mother right now. Or maybe it was the way Richie’s arm was brushing against his own while they walked. It definitely could have been that.

“Do you want me to come in with you?” Richie asked, gesturing towards the house they stood in front of us. “I can distract your mom while you pack and dash?”

Richie’s tone made it sound like a dirty joke, but Eddie knew it was an genuine offer. Richie Tozier never had any qualms about pissing off Sonia Kaspbrak, and he was always willing to whip it out as a secret weapon to help out Eddie.

“No,” Eddie sighed regretfully. The summers early year heat had caused sweet to cling to Eddie’s hair and press it down against his forehead. He swiped it away and gave Richie a small smile. “I’m on thin ice enough with the monster. The last thing we should do is poke the sleeping bear.”

Richie smiled back at him. The sun was starting to set and the air was beginning to set with the early summer chill. Sweaters and shorts weather, goosebumps were already starting to rise up on Eddie’s forearms. He rubbed at his arm as he and Richie took part of their new activity of staring at one another for long periods of time for no reason without speaking.

Richie cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows. “Are you going to go inside? Because I’d offer to give you clothes to wear but you think my style is - and I quote- “thrift store castaways” so-“ Richie shrugged and smirked. He made a swooping gesture towards the house. Eddie exhaled shakily, and was surprised when he felt Richie’s hand wrap around his wrist and squeeze gently. “Just go in, tell your ma you’re staying at my place because we have an early morning. Go up to your room, throw some shit into your backpack and get outta there. You’ve got this, Eds Spageds. I will wait for you; and promise to come running in if I heard screams.”

Eddie smiled at him, admittedly still nervous and walked past Richie. He flipped his friend off over his shoulder when Richie let out a loud wolf whistle as he walked. He held his other hand against his cheek and felt the warmth of his blush.

His mother was waiting up for her, completely unsurprisingly. Sonia could sleep through a train running through their house, but she’d never go to bed unless she knew Eddie was home. Luckily, she’d sleep through him sneaking out - or Richie sneaking in - later, without fail.

“Eddie bear! You’re late!”  Eddie didn’t have an official curfew, and it was only 8:30, He rolled his eyes and leaned in to give his mother a quick kiss to the cheek.

“I’m going to grab some stuff and spend the night over at the Toziers,” Eddie said quickly with a small, forced smile. Sonia gave him a disapproving cluck of her tongue and Eddie frowned. “Don’t do that, Ma. He’s driving me out to the lake house tomorrow mike thing. It’s easier if I just stay the night there and we leave together first thing.”

“I don’t know if I want you taking the drive with that boy.” Sonia said that boy that way she would have said toxic sludge that’s eating through my floor and Eddie already felt himself bristling. “I don’t want you around boys like that. He’s a bad influence on you, Eddie bear, I won’t have him swaying you.”

“Richie’s not a bad person, Ma.”  Eddie said with a sigh. He’d been having this same argument since the second grade, and he was beyond sick of it. “He’s got best grades in our class, he’s probably going to be validictorian. I don’t know why you have to be so hard on him all the time. You aren’t like this with my other friends!”

“That Tozier…” Sonia shook her head and glared towards the front door. “I’m afraid that if you spent too much time around him, you’ll start to make allowances for his… lifestyle. I know you’re impressionable, Eddie, but you can’t let him make you think that way of life is okay. It isn’t.”

Eddie frowned. Lifestyle? It donned on him pretty quickly what it was that his mother was implying and his whole body suddenly burned hot. He could feel his hands shaking. “I’m not having this conversation with you, Mother.”

He turned to stompe towards the stairs but knew without looking that Sonia was waddling after him. “Eddie, do not walk away when I’m talking to!”

“I have to go pack mother.” Eddie said coldly. “Richie is waiting outside for me.”

“Didn’t you hear what I said, Edward!?!”

“Yes, Mom. I heard you.” Eddie said sharply, finally turning to loom at her from the bottom step of the stairs. “But I don’t have to stand here and listen to you talk about my best friend like that- whether what you’re saying is true or not.”  Sonia stared up at him with a look of severely discontent and it sent a thrill down his spine. “You don’t get to pass judgement on my friends. Not with the things you’ve done. Richie would never hurt me, no matter what you think you he is.”

Sonia let out a loud huff, and crossed her arms. Eddie turned on his heel and rushed up the stairs before his mother could give him any more lectures or throw anymore comments about Richie. Untrue, hurtful comments. Richie wasn’t… but Eddie was. And Sonia’s behavior towards what she simply believes to be true about Richie, just cements that he’ll never be able to tell her. He started grabbing whatever clothes he could find in his drawers, mildly hoping that they would be okay to wear for the weekend, and started for the stairs at a run.

“EDDIE!” Sonia shouted after him, sounding utterly tearful as Eddie refused to look at her as he ducked out the house. Keeping his head down, with his backpack hiked up over his shoulders, he rushed right past Richie and made his way down the street.

“Hey, Eds! Eddie, wait.” With his long legs, Richie was able to check up to his friend pretty quickly. He pressed his hand to the bottom of Eddie’s spine and Eddie could slightly see the concerned look on his friend. “What did she say to you?”

And what could Eddie say now? That his mother made hateful comments about Richie that got Eddie upset because those hateful things applied to him- and not Richie? That he’s also upset because those thing don’t apply to Richie and some part of him deep down wished that it did? No, no. Eddie couldn’t say those things, he’d already sworn to himself that he would never put his friendship with Richie at risk like that.

Eddie had been forced to accept his feelings for his best friend back in sophomore year, when the Losers had gone to their first formal dance and he’d watched Richie and Beverly slow dancing. His heart and stomach had soured, and he’d had to walk outside because he couldn’t watch it anymore. Sitting outside in the middle of February had given Eddie lots of time to get lost in his own head and figure out some important things about himself. 1) He was definitely gay. Yeah, he’d been pretty sure of this for a while but there was really no denying it now. 2) He liked Richie. This might have been something that he known deep down for a while, but he’d been fighting against admitting it to himself. It was all up here in his face now, he had to bite the bullet here…. And 3) Richie was happily in love with his girlfriend, and Eddie’s best friend, therefore Richie could never know about Eddie’s stupid crush.

It’s not just a stupid crush, was it? Eddie’s brain told him mockingly. It’s much more than that now. And Richie isn’t happily in love with his… Eddie shook the thoughts from his head. No going down that road. Richie being single didn’t mean he’d stopped being straight. “Just the usual shit,” Eddie said with a rough sigh. “All the bullshit about being weak and how it’s best for me to stay home with her. It just pisses me off.”

Richie tossed his arm around Eddie’s shoulder and pressed a quick kiss to the top of Eddie’s head. Eddie knew that he was blushing terribly, and was thankful for the setting sun in that moment for guarding it. “Awe, Eds. You’re the toughest lil bastard I know. Don’t fucking listen to her.”

“I know,” Eddie sighed, leaning into Richie’s touch. Letting the warmth feed him comfort for this moment when he needed it. He knew that he shouldn’t waste his time indulging himself in Richie Tozier, knowing that it was only going to hurt him the long run. But if Richie was willing to give the comfort, then Eddie would accept it for as long as it was being offered to him.

They walked the rest of the way to the Tozier house in silence, Richie’s arm around his shoulder. The house was dark as when they reached it, nothing out of the ordinary. Richie’s mother worked the morning shift as a nurse at Derry’s hospital, and was often in bed by nine in the evening. If Richie’s father was home, he’d been watching television quietly in the den or more like working in his home office. Eddie wasn’t really sure what it was that Wentworth Tozier did for a living, and when he asked Richie about it, the answer had been vague enough that he suspected that maybe Richie didn’t really know either.

“I think my dad is out tonight. Working or something.” Richie said as he took the spare key out from underneath the welcome mat and unlocked his front door. “My Ma is definitely sleeping, so we’ll need to be quiet.”

That second part was a speal that Richie gave every time that Eddie slept over, but Eddie never grew tired of it. It made him smile to know how much Richie cared about his mother. He might act like some big edgy guy, but he’s an absolute mommas boy and everybody could see it. They both moved into the Tozier’s kitchen, Richie rummaging with practised quiet to grab two sodas from the fridge and a box of cookies from the cupboard. They made their way up to Richie’s bedroom and dropped side by side onto the bed.

“Are you going to ask me about what happened with Beverly?” Richie asked lightly, laying back onto the bed and resting the cookie box onto his stomach.

Eddie crawled up beside him and curled up by Richie’s side. “Do you want to tell me about Beverly?”

Richie had a arm propped up behind his head and let the other drop down around Eddie’s body. Pulling Eddie close enough that his head was near resting on Richie’s chest. He reached out and took a cookie from the box, hoping that Richie couldn’t feel how fast his heart was beating right then. He felt Richie sigh.

“It was painless,” Richie said. “Really cut and dry. I picked her up from her house, drove out to the spot by the old train tracks and I told her. That I wasn’t really sure if I was in love with her, that I thought that we shouldn’t be in a relationship anymore. She seemed okay, kind of confused, but she didn’t cry which is what I was most worried about.”

Eddie nodded against Richie’s chest. For somebody who was as sensitive as Richie Tozier, he really didn’t handle emotions particularly well. His or anybody else’s. The fact that he was even able to have a break up conversation with Beverly was mildly impressive.

“Then she suggested that we don’t tell anybody that we’re broken up until after the lakehouse,” Richie continued, because once you got Richie talking it was hard to get him to stop. “She thought it would make the trip awkward and I kind of agreed, you know? You guys have seen as BevandRichie for so long that maybe it would make the trip awkward. Or maybe breaks ups are awkward all around, I don’t know. Whatever. I agreed with her, so we were going to tell everybody after we got back. But today she was all passive aggressive and weird, I don’t want that. I still want to best friends with Beverly. I do love her. I do.”

Eddie hummed, and wrapped his arms around Richie’s middle. Giving him a small squeeze. It was a friendly hug, for his friend who was feeling sad and confused. Perfectly innocent. Acceptable. “Do you think you guys will get back together?” NO, Eddie. Bad question. Selfish question. Don’t do this to yourself.

“No.” Richie said immediately. “Beverly isn’t the one for me. I know that. Maybe they’re out there, in like college and I’ll finally get that older women I’ve always fantasized about or uh…” Eddie swore that Richie’s eyes dropped down to him, and Eddie’s heart threw up a little in his chest. “Maybe they’re closer than that.”

“We, uh, we er-” Eddie was flushing and he rolled over onto his back. Richie’s arm now locked under his body as he stared up at the ceiling. “We should go to sleep. We need to get up early tomorrow.”

“Whatever you say, Eds.”

“Don’t fucking call me that!”

When Eddie came to the next morning, he was immediately aware of Richie’s arms around him in a vice-like grip. He was warm and utterly comfortable, not wanting to give it a single thought because if he did he might have a panic attack.  Eddie fidgeted in Richie’s grip, noticing the amount of sun pouring into the window.

“Richard!” Eddie hissed angrily. Not that there was anybody in the house to wake up besides Richie. Mrs Tozier would have been gone beyond hours ago, and Eddie wasn’t sure if Mr Tozier was even home. If he ever slept. Eddie had never seen the man asleep. “Richie, get up, you lazy fucking asshole. We’re late.”

Richie made some cute, sleepy noises and Eddie’s heart leapt. He genuinely considered letting himself settle into Richie’s warm hold and going back to sleep himself. They didn’t really need to get up, they could stay here all weekend. But that was self indulgent, and not true.

Eddie whacked at the side of Richie’s head as he pulled himself free. Richie made a loud, wounded noise.

“Eds, why are beating me?” Richie whined, eyes still clenched shut tightly. He tossed the arm that was no longer wrapped about Eddie over his forehead and whined out wordlessly. “This is abuse. I think we need to see a counsellor. Work through our issues.”

“Beep beep, Richie,” Eddie grumbled, sitting up and rubbing at his sleep-sticky eyes. “It’s got to be almost noon, we were supposed to leave two hours ago.”

“Awe, shit.” Richie rolled out of bed. Literally rolled out of it. Just turned on his side, and dropped onto the floor. Eddie gaped at him as Richie stood up, shredding off his shirt as though he hadn’t done anything weird at all. Eddie frowned and shook his head. “Bill is never going to let me hear the end of this. Fuck. Get ready!”

Eddie squawked. “Me? You’d still be asleep if it wasn’t for you, you lazy ass!”

Richie gestured at Eddie seated on the bed. “And yet… Get that cute ass movin’, Kaspbrak. Let’s go.” The rest of the getting ready process which, yes, included Richie doing the entirety of his packing, was done in near silence. The two of them rushed quickly down the stairs, Richie grabbing two blueberry muffins from the tray on the table that was no doubt left behind by a Maggie Tozier who knew they weren’t going to wake up with enough time to themselves a breakfast.

As Richie locked the door to his house and moved to place the “hidden” key back into its obvious hiding place, Eddie looked up towards the sky, noticing that the sun that had woken them up was rapidly getting hidden behind dark clouds. “Uh… how comfortable are you with driving in the rain?”

Richie turned around and looked up towards the sky himself, giving it a side smile as though the sky was looking back at him. “Eds, baby, I’m always comfortable driving. It’s my passengers who are nervous.”

Eddie hummed non-committedly, taking their bags and tossing them into the back seat of Richie’s truck before the sky had a chance to open up and soak them with how fast the storm seemed to be coming in. Richie didn’t seem to have the same concerns, walking towards the truck at barely a crawl and letting himself in slowly. Eddie’s knee was bouncing when Richie finally got in.

“Do you know if any of the radio stations reach all the way up to the lakehouse?” Eddie asked, reaching for the dials as Richie started up the truck. “I can’t fucking stand the sound of the stations starting to cut in and out when we’re getting out of range.”

“I know you do,” Richie said with a soft smile. “That’s why I brought this mixtape I made for us. It’s just a bunch of songs that remind me of you, or that I think you’d like. And there’s no cutting in or out, and no static.”

“That’s awesome,” Eddie accepted the tape from Richie and started to push it into the player when he froze. “Wait, when did you make this? You didn’t know until yesterday that we’d be taking your truck, and I didn’t see you make this.”

Richie’s cheeks seemed to turn pink as Eddie turned over the tape titled “Spaghetti Songs” and frowned at it. Richie cleared his throat awkwardly and began to back out of his driveway. “I made it a while ago,” Richie admittedly, almost as though it physically hurt him to be saying these things. “We don’t have to listen to it if you’re going to be all nosy about it.”

Richie reached out for the tape and Eddie made a loud, squawking noise as he held it towards his chest. “Fuck you, we’re listening to it.” Eddie shut the tape into the deck and jerked back into his seat as Baby Got Back began to blare out of the speaker. He turned to Richie, who was driving with one hand while the other was pressed against his mouth to keep the laughter at bay. “Seriously? This song makes you think of me?”

“Hell yes it does!” Richie cackled, tossing his head back and letting himself succumb to his laughter. Eddie glared angrily at him as Richie swept a hand over Eddie’s body in the passenger seat. “I’ve seen you in your track uniform!”

“Don’t sexualize my uniform!” Eddie sheriked, swatting at Richie’s arm and pushing his hand back towards the steering wheel.

Richie was still laughing, and shaking his head. “Baby boy, I don’t need to sexualize anything about it. Your ass and thighs do that for me.”

Eddie turned back to the front window, cheeks burning hot, and chose to ignore Richie and focus on Sir-Mix-A-Lot and whatever trash Richie had put on this playlist and claimed it to be for him. Of course Richie Tozier would make a playlist that’s all overly sexaluized and dedicate it to him. It was just a joke to Richie, no doubt, but he really shouldn’t be doing those sort of things. The sort of things that got Eddie’s heart racing and brought up little twinges of hope in his gut that hurt him to snuff out before they grew into a problem.

Once Baby Got Back transformed into the second song on the playlist, Eddie decided that he wasn’t going to spend the entire six hour drive pretending to be mad at his best friend. They had easy conversation until the tape ended, and Eddie pulled it out. He flipped it over and moved to place back onto the second side when Richie smacked it out of his hand.

“NO!” He cried in an obvious panic. Eddie turned to look at him with wide eyes, cocking his head to the side and frowning. “I.. Uh… We should be able to get a radio station that goes from here until the house. We don’t need to listen to the other side.”

“Richie…” Eddie frowned deeply, looking towards the mixtape on the truck floor. “We’re still a good four hours away from the lakehouse! That’s at least two radio areas. What could be worse than the shitty music you put on the first side?”

“Nothing.” Richie grumbled, cheeks red and nose crinkled up in a scowl. “There’s nothing on it. It’s blank.”

“You recreated pretty strongly for a blank tape.” Eddie said, turning to Richie and frowning. Richie was staring out at the thick rain in front of them, the fog settling around the road. Richie didn’t answer for a long pause, and then gave a shaking exhale.

“Kaspbrak, I’m asking you to let this one go.”

Eddie didn’t get a chance to speak before there was loud rumbling noise from the front of Richie’s truck, and smoke quickly became visible coming from the front hood. Richie cursed under his breath and pulled the car quickly to the side of the road. Eddie watched his best friend get out from the truck and move to open the hood.

Eddie squirmed in his seat slightly, feeling an unnecessary guilt settle in his stomach. As a child, Eddie had often watched his father working on cars. It had been a favourite hobby of Frank Kaspbrak, and whenever Sonia wasn’t around, Eddie was go out into the garage and watch his dad work. Allowed himself to absorb the information his father would tell him, even at such a young age. Cars had fascinated Eddie just as much as they did Frank.

Richie had been complaining about his trucks functioning for awhile now, and Eddie had had a feeling all along that it was something simple that was wrong with it. Something that could have been fixed pretty easily, if Richie took it to get looked at. But Eddie had only mentioned his father a few times to his friends- and the car thing to Richie only once, the night they’d gotten drunk for the first time. He was sure that Richie didn’t even remember the story. It wasn’t as though Richie had ever asked Eddie to look at the truck or even imply that Eddie would have any idea what was wrong with it.

He watched Richie jumped back from the car, shaking his hand frantically, and Eddie rolled his eyes before stepping out of the car into the rain. He walked over to Richie and took hold of his obviously burned hand. It wasn’t bad, but it was already reddening. Likely wouldn’t blister, which was good. Eddie gave him an unimpressed look.

“Do you have any tools in this piece of junk?” Eddie asked, gesturing towards the truck. It already wasn’t smoking as badly, but that could have been from the rain. “Because you can’t just stick your bare hand in there and hope that works.”

“Awe, is my Eds going to fix my baby for me?” Richie beamed down at him, reaching out and ruffling Eddie’s already damp hair. Eddie swatted at Richie’s hand and glowered at him.

“No, asswipe. I don’t know how to fix a car.” Eddie snapped and Richie’s smile dropped into a look of confusion. His eyebrows knitted together and Eddie turned away. “And nobody is fixing anything if you don’t have tools.”

Richie shook his head slowly and moved to the back of the truck and came out with what was just a pair of scissors and a wrench. Eddie rolled his eyes again, and wiped the fringe of his hair away from his face. “Is that the best you got?”

Richie held his hands out in distressed gesture and stomps over to the truck with the ‘tools.’ He stared down at the vehicle with determination in his eyes and a deep frown on his face. It hit Eddie then that they were sitting on the side of the road, broken down truck, still several hours away from where they needed to be, and there was nowhere for them to go if this truck didn’t get moving again.

“This is stupid,” Eddie said, turning his face back up to the sky. Letting the rain fall onto his face as he squeezed his eyes shut. “I never should have come on this trip, my mother was right. This was a mistake.”

Richie turned to him slowly, an unreadable look on his face, as he clenched the wrench tighter in his hands.

“I don’t know why I bother trying,” Eddie said wetly, because once his brain started it spiralled down the darkest of holes. “She’s always right in the end, you know? I’m just… I’m fucking broken. And she knows it. I should’ve listened to her.”

Richie walked swiftly towards him, taking Eddie’s chin in his non-wrench holding hand and tugging Eddie’s gaze down and away from the sky. His eyes were burning deeply with a whole new level of seriousness that Eddie had never seen on Richie Tozier’s face before. “Eddie, I love you and I say this with all of the love in the world- shut the fuck up.”

Eddie gaped at him.

“You are not fucking broken, okay? Not even close.” Richie said, still cupping his face with one hand. He smiled then, rain drops dripping from eyelashes and nose. Eddie’s eyes trailed a single drop running down Richie’s cheek. “The only thing broken here is this fucking piece of shit truck from the 50s that my father ran into the ground before giving to me.” Eddie chuckled wetly, then smiled weakly up at Richie. Richie waggled his eyebrows. “And you’re going to fix it.”

Eddie’s mouth went dry. “No… I… what?”

Richie took his hand away from Eddie’s face, and grabbed Eddie’s hand. He pulled it up to lay flat-palmed between their bodies and dropped the wrench into it. “Fix it.”

“I don’t know how,” Eddie said quietly. Meekly. Richie cocked his brow and looked down at Eddie with a slight smirk. Eddie swallowed roughly and turned slowly towards the truck. He inhaled slowly and squared his shoulders. Richie’s fingers pushed on his, wrapping Eddie’s fingers around the wrench.

“Okay.” Eddie cringed as he had to wipe his oil slicked hands onto his shirt and he turned around to look at Richie, who was leaning against the truck hood with Eddie. His friend was utterly soaked through from the rain, water having making his hair resemble a wet dog and his heart jumped slightly. He shook the thoughts of Richie looking good while wet. He reached into the truck and turned the key. The sound wasn’t exactly flawless, but it was running and the truck wasn’t catching fire.

“Damn, Eds.” Richie whistled and grinned wolfishly. ‘You’re a little fucking mechanic, baby. I think we found your future calling!”

Eddie laughed, shaking his head. “I doubt that, Rich, but thanks. It’s not exactly fixed, you still are going to have to take it to a real mechanic. I’m not sure it’s even going to get us all the way to the lake.”

Richie looked at it thoughtfully. “Can it get us another 30 miles down the road? Because if I remember anything correctly about taking this trip, there’s a little trash motel there. We can check in, my mom gave me a credit card for emergencies, we can call Bill when we get there and get him to come get us there in the morning.”

Eddie crinkled up his nose. He’d never stayed in a hotel before, let alone some nasty hole in the wall motel off the highway. He didn’t have a chance to respond his distaste for the idea before Richie was cutting in. “Unless you want to sleep in the bed of my truck? Or risk driving all the way to the house?”

Eddie grumbled, pushed past Richie and got into the passenger seat. He could tell that Richie was smirking at the back of his head. Richie got into the driver's seat, still smirking, and they drove the rest of the way to the hotel in silence. It was already pushing nine at night by the time they started to check in, and Eddie stood away from Richie while he went through the process. He couldn’t really explain, even to himself, why he was mad at Richie. Not even to himself.

Richie seemed to have sensed Eddie’s darkened mood, because he didn’t say anything as he came over. He was holding the key to their room in his hands, and he took both his and Eddie’s bags from Eddie. He turned without a word, and walked towards the room. Eddie wrapped his arms around his middle and tried not to feel guilty about something he couldn’t explain to himself. Richie had done nothing except be supportive of Eddie today, and somehow it made Eddie want to give him the silent treatment. It made no sense, and Eddie hated it. Talking to Richie was one of his favourite things in the world, and he was pissed that his brain was taking it away from him.

Richie unlocked the door and Eddie stalled as he looked around. It was ugly printed and looked as though nobody had stepped foot in it since the 40s, but it was one double bed sitting in the middle of the room and pushed up against the wall. He stalled at the door to the room, remembering the feeling of Richie spooning him this morning and Eddie felt his heart start to race. Anxiety prickled at him and his hands started to tremble at his sides.

“Well, I’m tired.” Richie said a little stiffly. Eddie looked around the room and began to ring his hands. He knew that Richie wasn’t tired, they hadn’t even been awake for twelve hours. He was simply looking for an excuse to not have any conversation when Eddie was being weird, and he didn’t know if he appreciated it or if it made him sad.

“Okay” Eddie said softly, moving over to grab his pajamas. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“What?” Richie turned to look at him, frowning deeply and furrowing his brow. “Why would you sleep on the couch? There’s room in the bed.”

Eddie inhaled deeply. “We’re a little too old to sleep in the same bed. Don’t you think?”

“I, what…” Richie squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “No, I don’t think! How are we too old for sharing the same bed? You slept in my goddamn bed yesterday!”

Eddie sighed. “I just… I don’t want to share the bed, okay? You don’t need to make a big deal about it.”

“I’m not making a big deal about anything,” Richie’s mouth dropped open. “Eddie, you must fucking hate staying in this motel, okay? I know it’s not ideal. Sleeping on that nasty couch is going to so much worse. I bet it hasn’t even been cleaned since 1965. If you really don’t want to share, you take the bed. It might not be amazing, but it’ll definitely be cleaner.”

“No.” Eddie said, trying to sound firm but hearing how it sounded like a whine. “I’ll sleep on the couch. Leave it alone, Richie, okay?”

Richie sat down hard on the bed, and his jaw was clenched. “Okay, Eddie. Fine. Whatever.”

Eddie gathered up his clothes from his bag and stepped towards the bathroom. “I’m going to change.”

Richie pursed his lips and said nothing as Eddie moved into bathroom. As soon as the door shut, Richie ripped off his shirt and jeans so he was wearing just his boxers and crawled into the bed. He hesitated for a moment, then threw the larger of the blankets towards the couch for Eddie and shut off the light.

Eddie came back in the hotel and blinked in surprise to find the room dark. He stepped a little closer into the room and closed it slowly behind him. “Richie?” He whispered quietly into the room, and his friend didn’t answer. He didn’t shift in the bed. Richie was not asleep, Richie Tozier had struggled to get to sleep for as long as Eddie knew him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, maybe even too quiet for Richie to hear the words in the dark room. Maybe they never left his brain at all. He stepped towards the couch, and realized he couldn’t sleep there. He had too much pride to try to crawl into the bed with Richie, so he left the room. Nasty hotel blanket in one hand, Richie’s truck keys in the other.

He ran to the truck, the weather still raining, He got into the truck and curled up into a ball on the passenger seat. It was cold and the sound of the rain was soothing, and Eddie felt maybe he could sleep here. Then his eyes fell to the mix tape still left on the floor from when Richie had knocked it from his hands.

Don’t do it Kaspbrak, Eddie’s brain screamed at him. Richie didn’t want you to hear the other side of that tape! He asked you to let it go. Let it got. But Eddie had already picked up the tape and was starting up the truck so he could put it into the player.

The first song came on, and it was no Baby Got Back. It was much slower, having a good, slow pace. He rested his head against the window with the blanket wrapped tightly around him.

In the instant that you love someone, in the second that the hammer hits. Reality runs up your spine, and the pieces finally fit.

Eddie was crying by the end of that first song. The blankets pressed over his mouth to muffle how he was sobbing. His heart had shriveled in his chest as he heaved out heavy breaths.

And all I ever needed was the one. Like freedom fields where horses run. When stars collide like you and I. No shadows block the sun. You’re all I’ve ever needed. Baby, you’re the one...

As the first song came to an end, Eddie quickly ejected the tape and tossed it back to the floor. He wiped frantically at the tears on his face, and wondered for one second that Richie was pulling some terrible, terrible joke on him. The cruelest prank of all the time.

And then he remembered.

Richie hadn’t wanted him to hear the tape.

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watching jojo's bizarre adventure anime adaptation and seeing how much the anime team fixed araki (the mangaka)'s bad writing makes me rlly wish that if berserk gets a proper anime adaptation whoever does it will do the same with miura's writing (and some of his art too tbh). like for example for all their faults the berserk movies did improve casca's character. what are your wants for a potential full berserk anime adaptation? (also let's hope that this is the year we finally get one 🤞)

I never finished JJBA or watched the anime so idk, but I’m curious how much they changed. Like were there big changes to the plot, or was it mostly just little minor changes to smooth over some flaws?

ty for asking, and I apologize in advance for how long this got lol.

tbh I think my ideal, if not realistic, Berserk adaptation is one that just goes ‘fuck it’ and throws out most of the story lol. Starts with Black Swordsman, ends with Femto lowering his hand and letting Guts escape - well more specifically, on this panel:

Like that is a perfect final shot imho.

(Also I might mirror it with the opening shot. Like I wouldn’t open on Guts fucking an apostle lmao, I don’t actually dislike that opening but it doesn’t fit this theoretical adaption. So how about we open on a long shot of Black Swordsman Guts surrounded by the ghosts he’s fighting, that mimics this?)

Ooh I might also… I might stick the Lost Children arc in between Snake Man and Count Slug. Ugggh there are some logistical issues to untangle there, but I really, really want Jill/Rosine Guts/Griffith parallels, and I want ghosts taunting Guts about becoming a monster like his friend. Subtlety is for cowards. Oh except we wouldn’t’ve seen Femto yet so that wouldn’t work. Well, “like him” then instead of “like your friend.” There now it’s foreshadowing 2 ways.

the climax of the story is the moment of sacrifice because there’s no Eclipse rape, Casca dies shortly after Judeau, and Guts’ horror at being sacrificed by Griffith is the emotional low point. Potentially no gtsca either if I can figure out a way to incorporate Guts’ stupid dream speech somewhere else. Maybe it can be a flashback during the Wyald fight, which I’d keep incidentally, sans attempted rape, w/ Guts talking to Erica. Actually yeah that would be perfect and immediately tie Guts’ “dream” of fighting stronger and stronger enemies with fighting monsters lol, meaning I could bypass Guts’ post Eclipse war declaration that draws that comparison more explicitly.

Boom, Berserk is now a nice little self-contained tragic story about two dudes each becoming solitary monsters because they abandoned each other for abstract dreams, and threw aside the potential for true emotional healing (relationships) for shallow coping mechanisms (swords/dreams). Uhhh, also Puck is cut. Sorry Puck, ilu but you’re a ray of hope that ruins the vibe here.

And finally since this is my ideal adaptation, the subtext between Guts and Griffith is text. They don’t actually fuck or kiss, because that would avert the Eclipse, but… hm how do you make it clear that they want to fuck but are too repressed to do it and that’s what ruins everything? Okay well Griffith’s torture chamber monologue includes “love” a la the anime dub, and maybe “desire” or “need” to completely remove that ambiguity desperately maintained in the minds of straight people. And Guts… I don’t know that I can go textual lol. The only point in the story he can possibly recognize his own feelings is chapter 71.

Ooh I got it. Just include “at that time he shone before me as something beautiful, noble, and larger than life” after the Count’s backstory lmao. Do you really need more? Well, maybe “he shone before me as something larger than life - noble, and… beautiful.” Or just cut to the chase completely: “At that time, he shone before me as something beautiful, noble, and larger-than-life. I loved him.”

OKAY all that said I feel like this wasn’t really what you’re asking lol since you mentioned a complete adaption. So okay assuming there are no huge major changes to the content or structure of the story, here’s a (stupidly long, like only read this if you for some reason enjoy seeing me ramble for days about minute details lmao) list of some more minor things I’d want to change:

I’d start with the Black Swordsman arc and continue as the manga goes. Yes, in this one Guts still fucks an apostle. This is right before the credits, and it’s depicted as badass and cool. In fact, I might actually split the scene with the credits - start the opening sequence right after Guts blows her up, and resume on this shot with more of a sombre tone:

Like okay that would be pretty cheesy lol, but this is the Black Swordsman arc. It’s supposed to be a little campy, and really unsubtle, and this seems like a fun way of highlighting this little tonal shift.

Relatedly, I would not acknowledge the fact that most people watching already know where it’s going. I would maintain the integrity of the first arc in starting off with Guts as an apparent cool badass and then tearing that down, as well as keeping Griffith’s identity and Guts’ motivation a mystery in theory, and making the Count’s backstory the climax of this arc in a revelatory sense, rather than in an action sense.

To get more general, no fanservice for straight dudes. no one’s tits are randomly out, and when they are they’re drawn realistically and subject to the laws of gravity. casca’s clothes don’t get torn all the time, rosine’s got full moth fuzz coverage, farnese is wearing a shirt when guts takes her hostage and if we need self-flagellation (and tbh I wouldn’t necessarily cut it) it can be in a flashback, etc. Oh except Slan I guess. Her whole character is fanservice so w/e I’ll allow it.

not every woman is in love with and solely motivated by a dude. skip the queen’s completely unnecessary reveal that she was in love with julius, skip casca’s “I lived my life with the intent of sacrificing myself on my unrequited feelings for griffith” bullshit, skip sonia’s crush on neogriffith, skip tf out of schierke’s crush on guts, skip the random period of incest-y bdsm-y vibes in Farnese and Serpico’s backstory that adds nothing lol, skip the suggestions that Farnese is jealous of Casca’s history with Guts, etc

also most sexual assault scenes are cut. Casca is running for her life during the 100 man fight, not from attempted rapists. Wyald does not assault Casca, Farnese is not almost raped by a fucking horse, we chill out a bit on the sexual torture in every bg scene during the conviction arc jfc, Casca’s multiple assaults during that arc are cut, troll rape is cut, you get the point.

I’ll keep Adon’s shitty threats tho bc i feel like some violent misogyny is necessary if i’m not changing everything, but I’d completely lose the comic relief vibe he gets and make Casca’s fight with him properly epic and satisfying. The movie did this a bit better imo, but I’d really remove Adon’s whole boastful loser schtick. That might disappoint some fans, but idc Casca deserves to kill someone who is actually kind of a badass.

There’s a lot of bullshit around gtsca that I’m torn between wanting to cut, and instead wanting to just depict very negatively. Like would it be better if instead of Casca shyly asking Guts how she looks in a dress she just complained about the dress being uncomfortable, ie we completely cut that burgeoning “soft side” bs?

Or would it be better if she still asked him how she looks, then we call back to that moment when she gets awkward about her scars before sex, we keep Judeau musing on how she’s showing a soft side, we call back to that when he tells Guts to save her from leadership, we tie it all together when Guts asks Casca to leave with him, and bring it home by making it abundantly clear that Casca moving from being Griffith’s sword to Guts’ sword is not a positive change.

Like highlight everything negative about it - Guts being a huge dick, the ominous undertone when he invites her along (like cue the creepy cello music when they kiss right before we shift to monsters and behelits lol), all the parallels between him and Griffith wrt their dreams, Guts telling Casca to fuck off while he fights Wyald, maybe even add a moment where Casca actually reflects on how she’s left out of all the dream/equals bullshit and what that says about their priorities and how they see her. Might be a nice lead up to her telling Guts to leave to pursue his dream and be Griffith’s equal.

also maybe show that judeau is wrong about casca being better off away from the hawks? ugh there’s so much that would have to be reworked with her narrative. like if she still has to attempt suicide, again can we ditch the lead up about how it’s because she has an unrequited crush on griffith and just keep it about the fact that she hasn’t slept in a week and she’s on the run and her hawks keep dying and griffith is being tortured and she just stabbed guts and she’s had a very difficult year?

and like, maybe she leapt to accept Guts’ ‘come with me’ offer because she’s exhausted and emotionally overwhelmed, but are you kidding me? While Guts gets an entire narrative arc about abandoning his found family, Casca doesn’t even think about it for a moment before agreeing to ditch them? Can we maybe have some indication about how she feels about the Hawks as a family, maybe some reflection about why she would choose to leave, maybe some second thoughts about it after the Wyald fight when it becomes abundantly clear what her role would be while Guts pursues his dream, like god she’s such a pawn of the narrative, I hate it. Give her some real reasons for doing stuff!

ANYWAY moving on

like the movie, I’d give charlotte more agency in the sex scene w/ griffith, I liked her asking him to stay and moving his hand to her tit herself. I probably would not actually make griffith so out of it though - i enjoyed that in the movie but I don’t necessarily consider it in-character. The way he went from literally crying in the rain to smiling and making charming jokes as soon as Charlotte opened the window in the manga honestly makes perfect sense to me lol. Just uh, make Charlotte into it from the start because there’s zero reason for her not to be other than bad misogynistic cliches?

Also I feel like there’s a balance to be struck between depicting het sex as dude sticks his dick in, woman somehow has a good time a la the manga vs making guts and griffith competent at foreplay and oral a la the movies lol. Like maybe depict the sex scenes as the bad sex they are but Charlotte still feels closer to Griffith afterwards despite not coming from a dude fucking her while thinking about another dude and like, just keep Casca telling Guts he was obviously a virgin afterwards lol.

I guess we’re stuck with the Eclipse rape, but it happens mostly off screen and in close, telling but non-explicit details, like yk, big clawed hand holding a wrist, Casca’s eyes squeezed shut, Femto’s hand on the small of her back (I’m thinking a reversed call back to the wagon scene w/ that to suggest Femto’s motivation being a show of power tbqh). Some would be from Casca’s pov, with maybe one brief moment from Guts’ pov as he loses an eye or something. Keep the movie’s visual reference to Griffith saving her. No pornographic angles. No apostle rape prelude to it. Casca doesn’t have an orgasm. Femto doesn’t stare at Guts. It’s not about Guts at all for either of them, it’s about Femto taking Griffith’s fucked up relationship to sex and expressing it monstrously, and it’s about Casca being betrayed and symbolically negating the agency she fought for since Griffith threw her a sword. Guts’ reaction is horror and fear, not manly heroic outrage. He might still rip off his arm to attack Femto, but that would be because that’s always his reaction to whatever scares him, not for Casca’s sake. Might have to contextualize that with flashbacks to his childhood, or at the very least strong visual parallels to both his childhood and the Zodd + Wyald fights.

I want to cut the fetus, replace it with like a cronenburg-y fucked up dog-like demon in the Black Swordsman arc - not as a literal version of the Beast of Darkness, but just as a metaphor for how Guts’ inner darkness is twisting him into a pathetic asshole lol. But tbh cutting the fetus is a logistical nightmare because Casca needs magic protection during the Conviction arc. So idk. But NGriff doesn’t need it, and his narrative would be more engaging without that scapegoat. Fuck emotional ambiguity, I just want to drop the news that NGriff has feelings, and then not change anything else about his narrative. The themes of isolation and loneliness threaded throughout would just shine through lol it would be great.

I would emphasize the shit out of the Beast of Darkness/Femto parallels. Yeah Guts would still assault Casca in my adaption too. If the Eclipse rape happens, that has to happen because the point is that Guts’ inner darkness is the same. But like, I’d cut the page where beast of darkness guts bites her head off while raping her. Also I’d keep the visual parallel to the Eclipse rape (the v similarly depicted kisses) and add another from Casca’s point of view, or have her flashback then instead of just staying in Guts’ head.

as for the fallout, I’d give Guts a proper scene where he sees himself as a monster, like damn he got more of a self-reflective and telling reaction that time he accidentally killed a random kid, we should get something when he sexually assaults Casca. but overall I’d focus way more on Casca being afraid of him now rather than his mopey guilt. I would also… I mean god this should be addressed in the fact that Guts fucking wears the Berserk armour all the time lol. Like one second he’s all, “omg Flora can put a magic seal on my brand that’ll depower my magical evil jiminy cricket wolf and hopefully prevent me from raping and murdering Casca, that’s great!” and the next second he’s all, “omg magic armour I can wear that will enable me to kill everything with the side effect of superpowering my inner evil wolf and turning on my companions? sign me the fuck up I’m sure nothing bad could possibly happen with that.”

Like what I’m saying is I’d either make Guts a lot more reluctant to use the armour and take Skull Knight’s warnings seriously and genuinely reflect on the fact that mysterious magical children have to prevent him from murdering his friends over and over again, or I’d draw attention to this idiocy and fully commit to Guts as a dumbass hypocrite blithely walking down the path to more tragedy of his own making. and probably the latter based on where the story is likely to be headed lol.

in the lost children arc, I’d give Rosine’s mother more of a role as a good parent who Rosine has a loving relationship with, who tried and failed to stop her father’s abuse or something, because honestly I love the Peekaf story and I find Rosine’s regret at the end as she tries to fly home v powerful, but I hate the idea that she regrets sacrificing her abusive father so maybe this way I can split the difference.

and Jill’s ending where she goes home to endure abuse would be depicted much more darkly.

like straight up I’d depict Jill flying with Rosine as a truly beautiful moment, I would show that Jill has the potential to fulfill Rosine in a way her neverland kidnapping bullshit can’t and that yes, if Jill stayed with Rosine everything might actually work out and with Jill’s influence the whole land of the elves thing could be reworked into less of a nightmare and more of a haven lol. And Guts would absolutely be depicted as fully monstrous in comparison, ruining both these kids’ lives. Like, no ambiguity, no suggestion that Jill learned an important lesson about living with abuse lmao, no implication that Rosine brought her tragic end on herself by not being a good enough child abuse victim, just Guts sowing tragedy wherever he goes.

I have no idea how to deal with the conviction arc in general lol, specifically the ultra cynical tone the actual narrative seems to take. Like, the Black Swordsman arc was idealistic compared to the Conviction arc, they clash badly imo. Extremely badly. Like it’s a giant mess. It’s like

Black Swordsman Guts: fuck everyone who dies because they weren’t strong enough to deal with my existence. *turns and wipes away a tear* *lets a zombie kid stab him* *evokes pity from puck*Conviction Guts: fuck everyone who dies because they weren’t strong enough to deal with my existence. *poses with his sword in one hand and the rescued love interest in the other* *the crowd cheers* *luca nods sagely*

yk it’s just… awkward. It’s hard to mitigate through like, film choices yk, because a lot of it is due to the circumstances. Guts telling Puck innocent people are just ants under his feet is much different than Guts refusing to let the big bad kill Casca by telling him that tens of thousands of people can and should die because they pray too much lmao, no matter what music plays in the background. Guts’ attitude is the same, the narrative’s attitude is contradictory.

Maybe I could make Guts less of a dick and cut a lot of those cynical moments? Not really call attention to the fact that Guts is effectively sacrificing tens of thousands of refugees for Casca, or more accurately, for his own desire to feel like a hero since he isn’t even the one who saves Casca, he got distracted trying to fight the fake Godhand.

Or lol maybe I’ll just have Isidro point that out in like, a smug way. Maybe I’ll have NeoGriffith personally thank him for his contribution to his resurrection. I mean I really want to call this questionable shit into question, yk? Not to declare Guts wrong for wanting to save Casca, but to declare his cavalier idgaf attitude a big problem that has consequences. Which would actually tie in nicely with emphasizing Guts’ dumbassery in brushing off Skull Knight’s warnings about the armour and insisting it’s nbd. lol I really hope this is what Miura’s going for, just more subtlely.

Actually I wonder if I could get away with cutting Isidro out entirely. Anyone could’ve saved Casca there.

Oh I’d cut the hell out of a lot of Guts’ fight scenes in the MF arc, and if I could possibly get away with it I’d cut out everything on the beach after Skull Knight’s ominous warning. Like this might end up being the Griffith show for a while because Guts’ half is a fucking slog. And of course I’d cut the entire boat trip. They get on a boat, they get off a boat, the end.

Okay I need to stop somewhere. I’m ignoring a lot of later stuff because it’s so dependent on where the story’s going now that Casca is awake etc. Like eg the Moonlight Boy. Can I cut him? Give him a more ominous tone? Emphasize the saccharine tone he evokes for the sake of pulling the rug out from under the audience later? Will I be forced to make huge changes anyway because I can’t stand where the story ended up going? Idk it depends.

If I could tho I’d definitely cut Magnifico, Isidro, Ivalera, mermaid… like Farnese, Serpico, and Schierke are the only characters on Guts’ side who contribute to the story in a meaningful way. And without Isidro Puck could again too.

Oooh yk one thing that might be nice would be framing Farnese as the main protagonist of Guts’ half of the story during the MF arc. Just focus on her, show more stuff from her perspective, cut down a lot of fights but keep her digression back home, maybe give her some additional content that explores her character shift better, show her struggling more with her own inner darkness a bit when she first joins and give her some character beats as she slowly grows more comfortable with Casca, maybe put her backstory chapters in the first episode of a new season (a great season ender would be Guts walking away from the Hill of Swords js), etc.

lmao god I feel like I could keep going forever. sorry this is so meandering but ty for giving me the opportunity to go on and on about this. Is there anything you’d really like to change yourself?

[reddie-to-go]

It Was Always You

So this was written by a friend of mine @princesschelliebelle and she asked if I could post it on my blog because hers isn’t IT or Reddie based, and I said of course because I absolutely love it and I think you all will to! Enjoy!

Eddie could only admit it to himself. He was a coward. Sure, he has the capacity to be more than brave when the time called for it. Hell, if that horrendous experience they all had 4 years ago in the sewers wasn't proof enough, he didn't know what was.

They had all stepped up to the plate, and although Eddie was small and more "fragile" than the rest, he had put in more than enough of his fair share of swings and attacks when they damned that thing back to hell where it belonged. Then why was he so afraid to admit such a huge part of him out loud?

He had just turned 17, and all of the losers were as tightly woven as they ever were, all seniors now at Derry High.

They all seemed to know and be comfortable with who they were.

Beverly and Ben have been dating since sophomore year, going strong and sappy, and certainly a shoe-in to be voted "cutest couple" in the yearbook superlatives this year.

Stan is seeing a nice Jewish girl who attends his father’s synagogue for a couple months now, and though he doesn't speak much about her, he seems fairly happy with her so far.

Mike is too busy for a romantic relationship, between school, helping his family on the farm, and a part-time job, no one blames him for not having the energy to hop into the dating scene.

Bill is happily single, and goes on dates with girls fairly often, but doesn't make anything more serious out of them, and seems quite content to keep things that way.

Richie on the other hand, was different.

Towards the tail-end of freshman year, Richie came out to the losers as bisexual. He had stated it as casually and simply as if he were discussing the weather or a school assignment.

All 6 were supportive of course, but had a few questions for him, of which Richie was incredibly comfortable answering.

"When did you know, Rich?" Bev piped up first. Richie didn't skip a beat before replying

"Part of me has always known. But when puberty rolled around, well, mother nature has a big way of letting you know what you're into...and when I say big, I do mean BIG-".

Richie and his suggestive hand gestures were cut short when Stan thumped a pillow in his face, with an accompanying

"Beep Beep, Dumbass."

Everyone cycled through some more questions, like "are you going to come out to anyone else?" and "have you ever kissed a boy before?".

The only one who sat stark silent was Eddie.

His jaw was clamped shut so hard, his teeth began to ache. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his burning face on his kneecaps. Was it hot in here? Does anyone else feel perilously close to passing out?

No, just Eddie?

Richie went on to explain that he was going to live his life authentically, and if he got shit about it from people at school? Fuck it, he already got tons of bullshit from his parents and Bowers and his gang, he is more than used to it.

Eddie felt himself flush all the way up to his ears when Richie spoke again.

He said he never kissed a boy OR girl, and how he wants to kiss someone he can see himself being with, falling in love with.

Eddie released a breath he didn't know he was holding, feeling embarrassingly relieved.

He was also a little surprised at Richie’s oddly romantic statement, which made Eddie's stomach twist in pleasure, despite himself.

Eddie Kaspbrak is gay.

He has known it for as long as he can remember, and he has been denying, suppressing, and suffocating those feelings for almost just as long.

That fateful summer when they were 13, was when he decided to stop lying to himself, albeit keeping it to himself, and himself alone. That was also the summer he realized he had feelings for his best friend in the whole world.

The same one who just happened to admit he was bisexual, with confidence and ease. Something brave that Eddie couldn't bring himself to do.

He hated himself for it.

That horrific day at the Neibolt house, ironically enough, is the day his feelings for Richie were realized.

That evil, fucking clown, leering over him, pinning him down, mocking him, as Eddie cried out in pain and fear, desperately trying to slap the monster with his unbroken arm

Bill and Richie came rushing in, and so did the others in the nick of time. But then, as the clown loomed towards them, claws ripping from his gloves and drool dripping from his rows and rows of razor-sharp teeth, Richie ran to his side.

As Pennywise ominously closed the distance between them, Richie crouched down and forced Eddie's face in his direction.

"Eddie! EDDIE, look at me! LOOK AT ME!" he shouted, keeping Eddie's gaze on him. For all they all knew, they were going to die that day, and Richie's biggest concern was keeping Eddie calm, helping him to be less afraid.

And in those frenzied, panicked moments, Eddie realized that if he was about to go, he was so grateful the last thing he got to see was Richie.

If he died looking at his crazy dark curls, those high cheekbones sprinkled with freckles, those chestnut eyes magnified behind those dorky, thick glasses, and a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest, he figured he had it better than most.

Ever since then, Eddie had it bad.

And god help him, did he have to fall for the most handsy, in your face, crazy person. Every hug, tickle, cheek kiss, tackle, suggestive joke, touch, and flirt was, well...just Richie.

Its how he had been for as long as they all had known each other, which at this point, was a decade at least. He was the quintessential class clown, the "trash mouth", the touchy-grabby, insane goofball who lived to make people laugh, at any cost.

He was this way with all of the losers, it wasn't anything new. Richie couldn't know how it gave Eddie butterflies, how it made his heart stutter, his head go fuzzy...and at times, make his body react in ways he would have to stealthily hide with a pillow, or a jacket, or a book, until Eddie willed it the hell away.

But then again, Richie was more touchy with Eddie than any of the other losers...but that's just because they were closer, right?

Eddie and Richie were walking home from school, the usual ridiculous banter bouncing between them. It was late November, and the air was crisp and a bit biting when the wind blew.

Eddie shuttered at a gust of wind, and turned to his right to see Richie with a large, teasing grin.

"Ahre you chilly, dahling? My, my, where ARE my manners? I can't have my handsome gentleman callah freezing his tits off!" Richie crooned in a god awful southern belle accent.

"Shut up, dick face, Im f-f-fine" Eddie said with a shiver. Richie laughed out loud and shrugged his leather jacket off his shoulders and placed it on Eddie in one swift motion.

"You're gonna freeze stupid, take it back! I appreciate it, but its too cold for you to have no jacket" Eddie said while Richie stomped on some fallen, crunchy leaves.

"Na, Eds, how could I possibly be cold when you keep me so hot and bothered all the time?" Richie replied, swinging an arm around Eddie's shoulder and squeezing him to his side.

Eddie looked down at the pavement to hide his blush and a small grin.

They decided to go to Richie's house. They often alternated, but more often than not, they ended up here. Sonia Kaspbrak was never fond of Richie, and would always make a fuss when he was around too often, so this was typically just easier.

It was a Friday, and it meant they didn't have to bother with homework or worry about how late they stayed up, and they could just have a sleepover, like usual.

As they walked into Richie's room, Eddie found himself softly sighing. He always felt this overwhelming feeling as if he had come home.

Sure, the dirty socks on the floor and the empty soda cans and candy wrappers made his skin crawl, but his room was so comforting in its familiarity. The music posters, the comic books, the bed strewn with his clothes.

Eddie sat down on the edge of his double sized bed. The room smelled like him. It smelt like his warm, spicy cologne, the sweet jolly ranchers that he seemed to have everywhere.

It smelt like fresh air, cigarettes, and something masculine, something that was just him. He felt like he could get high on the scent. And for a moment, Eddie felt like he was losing his damn mind.

Richie waltzed in holding a bag of chips and two bottles of water and jumped on the bed so hard that the springs groaned.

"Jesus, asshole, you aren't a feather, you know!" Eddie laughed and scolded him at the same time. Richie just responded by shoving a handful of chips in his mouth and chewing obnoxiously near Eddie's ear.

Richie certainly had changed in those 4 years since that summer. For one thing, he was tall. Very tall. He sprouted up to 6'2 and was lean, with wirey muscle covering his long, gangly limbs.

His face had matured and lost all that soft innocence of youth, and he had a defined, sharp jawline with cheekbones to match.

Eddie could only wish his changes through the years were as profound.

Eddie was only 5'8 and of average build and weight, very disappointingly ordinary if you asked him. Although he had lost some of the round innocence in his face from childhood, he still had a softness about him, and big round, doe-like eyes.

Eddie often solemnly thought that Richie wouldn't ever consider him in that way, for his plain appearance alone.                

Eddie absentmindedly flipped through a random comic he grabbed from Richie’s desk, while Richie appeared to be watching some dopey teenage drama on his small, grainy TV.

The 2 main characters, after enduring sexual tension you could cut with a knife, finally kissed in dramatic fashion.

Richie tossed a potato chip at the screen and scoffed as it bounced to the floor.

"You'd think with me playing for both teams Id have someone by now. After all, I am irresistible" Richie said as he stretched out his legs across Eddies.

Eddie snorted back a laugh and said "Rich, as 'irresistible' as you might be, you actually have to put in an effort. I don't think I've ever seen you on a date, or kiss anyone...". As Eddie trailed off, Richie bit his lip, looking thoughtful.

Eddie could almost feel the shift in the room. For once, Richie was actually being serious. A few moments of silence passed before Richie asked

"have you ever been on a date or kissed anyone, Eds?"

Eddie shifted uncomfortably before telling what was actually the truth.

"Yes, I have actually. I have been on 4 dates, and I kissed each of those girls. It didn't work out, but hey, that's my luck."

And the funny thing was, that wasn't a lie.

Eddie did go on those dates and kiss those girls, but it was his last pathetic efforts to try to be straight. To stop thinking about Richie like that. But at the end of every awkward kiss, he felt weird and detached. It felt like a poorly rehearsed chore.

After the last girl in junior year, he decided to stop this pointless endeavour.

Richie cast his eyes down and shook his head before he spoke

"I’ve actually never kissed anyone at all...I’m 17 and I have never done it..." Richie had said it so quietly, it was almost a whisper. Eddie had so much nervous energy coursing through him he felt like he might jump out of his skin. Suddenly, Eddie felt a surge of courage, something in his gut that said 'now or never'.

"I’m gay, Rich" Eddie murmured, fidgeting with a loose thread on Richie’s shirt.

He felt as though his whole body had pins and needles, and he felt his chest tighten with anxiety.

Eddie tried to laugh off the serious admission by following it with,

"And hey, don't feel like you're missing out too much. Kissing isn't all its made out to be. I never felt any fireworks, and those poor girls probably thought they were kissing a dead fish". He half-heartedly chuckled.

He couldn't meet Richie’s gaze. The unusual silence made Eddie want to scream. You could hear a pin drop.

The one-time "trashmouth" Tozier had nothing to say, and it was killing Eddie with every moment that passed.

 Suddenly, Eddie felt sick. A wave of nausea, sadness, pent-up emotion that felt like a sucker punch to the gut. He also felt like a fool. He told his best friend, the only person he has ever told, that he was gay, and all he could do was sit there and stare.

When a man of many words suddenly is at a loss for them, Eddie could only assume the worst. Tears pricked at his eyes and stung. One lonely tear trickled down his hot cheek. Richie finally spoke.

"I never kissed anybody because I never found anyone available who I felt a special connection with. Someone to be vulnerable with. Someone who understands me." He paused, and then continued

"And I think that you're wrong." Eddie sniffled pathetically and looked up at Richie at last.

Richie’s cheeks were blazing red, and he looked so beautiful.

"What was I wrong about, Rich?" Eddie asked as Richie shifted closer on the bed.

"Well, I may not have kissed anyone, but I think it is worth the hype, Eds." Richie said quietly, as his eyes dropped to Eddies soft, parted lips. Eddie felt his heart start to race, as he dared himself to say

"Well, how can you prove that?"

Richie’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he let out a shuttering breath. Eddie felt paralyzed to his spot on the bed.

Before Eddie could have another thought, Richie leaned forward and pressed his lips to Eddies. Eddie didn't have the vocabulary to explain how good it felt.

It was a brief kiss, close-mouthed, and soft, 4 or 5 seconds at most. But in all of his life, he hadn't felt anything like he had in those brief moments.

A spark isn't enough to explain it. It was a like an electrical circuit was finally connected, completed, and a powerful and euphoric energy passed back and forth between them. It took his breath away.

Richie pulled away and laid his head back on the pillow. Richie’s heart was beating so fast that he was shaking ever so slightly. Richie said, in a shaky voice

"Well....at least for me, I think I proved my poi-"

But he was cut off by Eddie's lips on his once more. But this time, Eddie wasn't holding back. He had wanted this for so long, that he had not one more ounce of restraint.

He kissed him firmly, over and over, leaning his chest against his, barely allowing either of them to breathe.

He had a taste, and now he was addicted.

He moved his mouth down Richie’s jaw and kissed underneath it and all down his neck. Richie moaned softly, and Eddie felt himself grow hard at the sound.

Suddenly, Richie flipped Eddie over and crawled between his legs, one knee on either side of his leg. He leaned down and ran his tongue along the edge of Eddies lower lip. Eddie had to suppress a shiver as he opened his mouth to give him access.

Eddie could hardly believe that Richie had never done this before. His kisses were soft but passionate, wet but not sloppy, and it drove Eddie absolutely fucking wild.

Apparently, Eddie wasn't the only one being driven crazy though. Richie came closer and pushed his body against his, and Eddie could immediately feel how hard Richie was against his thigh.

It made Eddie moan out loud. Heat coiled tight in his stomach, and he felt almost drunk. He reached up a wove his fingers in his thick curls, and gently tugged.

Richie sat up and pulled Eddie with him so he was seated on his lap, and then roughly ran his fingertips up and down his back.

Somewhere, in a teeny tiny part of his mind, Eddie thought 'This is amazing, but its new. Slow down'.

To say this was like a drug would be an understatement, but he knew they had to stop, for the moment anyway.

After what felt like an eternity of arguing with his better sense, Eddie pulled away. Richie adorably whimpered at the loss of contact. It took all of Eddie's strength to put this moment on pause, but he had something to say, before they got carried away.  

They sat there catching their breath, before they were consumed with a fit of giggles. They couldn't explain why or contain it, but they kept laughing until their sides hurt.

Once he regained composure, Eddie began to speak.

"After the worlds best make-out session and the biggest confession I’ve ever made, I’m having trouble processing my thoughts. So please forgive me if this is a crazy ramble, ok?" Richie leaned against the headboard and nodded.

"Dude, you are loud, crude, a total and complete slob, and you have no concept of personal space. You tell the most stupid jokes and at least half of your accents are crap, and you drive the other losers insane like you have a quota to meet."

Richie furrowed his brow, looking almost embarrassed. Eddie continued before Richie could speak,

"But...one thing remains consistent. When I’m with you, I feel like I can overcome anything, like I can conquer the world. You don't make my weaknesses feel like a flaw, just another piece of me. No one I've ever known cares more, protects more, or makes me laugh the way that you do. At the end of the day, you have so much love to give. How could I not fall for you?"

Eddie gulped and stared at the pattern on the bedspread.

"You don't have to feel the same way, Rich...I get it, I really do. I mean, you've waited this long to find that special person...and I’m just me. We can pretend this never happened, if you want. I just want you to be happy...."

Eddie was frantic, tears blurring his vision. Richie sat up, leaning forward quickly, grabbing Eddie's hands in his enormous ones, and spoke.

"Hey dipshit, its always been you."

Eddie whipped his head back up, and looked at him incredulously.

"But...but..." Eddie began, but Richie piped up again,

"I never thought you were an option available to me. And god fucking knows its difficult to be with someone else when everything you want is around you almost every single day. It has always been you, it will always be you, Spaghetti." Richie smirked broadly at him, and Eddie lunged forward and squeezed him so hard to him that Richie let out a little squeak. Eddie leaned in to whisper in his ear

"Don't call me that. Way to taint the best moment of my life, fuckface"

Eddie began to laugh at the familiar joking between them. From now on, so many things wouldn't be the same. It was a kind of scary feeling. Richie cupped Eddie's face and gently kissed his forehead, sighing happily.

Eddies heart swelled inside his ribcage, and Eddie found himself thinking that he actually hoped nothing would ever be the same again.

[billyharris]

✵ ― Hard Times

I literally was just trying to sleep because I have to function tomorrow and in the middle of my nap, I was awoken by the devil telling me to write this fic right away. And I sort of got carried away. Also shoutout to me. This is my first Eddie-centric fic. I love my dead gay son so much. i’m going to call out @rememberingtozier​ because look !! I wrote fluff, who knew I could ?!?!

Words ;; 1850 ･ﾟ Pairing ;; Richie Tozier / Eddie Kaspbrak  ･ﾟ  Warnings ;; FLUFF BOYS, Strong language, pot smoking mentioned, an overall gay vibe

❝ — Richie had been crashing at Eddie’s the past week or so. The two had yet to really touch on the fact that Wentworth and Maggie had yelled at Richie to leave and never come back . Eddie hated that he had to see Richie like this. So broken and defeated. He felt like he was unwanted, abandoned. He craved attention so much. It explained why he was the front runner for class clown five years in a row. But Eddie and the losers knew the truth behind all the ‘your mom’ jokes and dick puns. He was all but homeless as of a month ago and still made an effort to make his friends laugh. It was incredible. He was incredible.

Eddie shuffled in the bed, Richie snoring alongside him. He turned to face the window, sun rays cutting through the ivory, plastic blinds. Eddie watched Richie sleep for a few moments. Just taking in the view. Eddie had developed feelings for the trashmouth long ago. He rolled his eyes and got mad when Richie cracked jokes, but Eddie wouldn’t have it any other way. And spending the past seven days sharing a tiny twin bed with the boy only made his feelings grow.

When Richie dropped the bomb that he was not welcome back home, there was nothing but chaos. All the losers yelled over one another, shouting different forms of ‘what the fuck ?!’ at Richie. But he was calm. He waved at them, waiting for them to calm down. He didn’t seem phased. It was not like Richie to want to bother his friends. After the chaos settled, Richie explained himself (to a degree). Not fully explaining the logic behind their huge fight.

Stan took the first session. They were best friends after all. Eddie often thought about that. If Rich and Stan were the closest out of the losers, what did that make them ?? He liked to think him and the curly haired boy got along just a much as him and Stanley. But they always seemed to have these moments where neither of them could cross the line from friendship to something more. An invisible wall of awkward preventing them from making progress. What that progress entailed was still unknown to the two of them.

Richie stayed at Stan’s for about a month, all without papa Uris finding out. Andrea snuck extra food to Stan for Richie and it was going fine for a good amount of time. But the jewish holidays came up, and with family coming in and out, Richie had to move on. Eddie was next. Sonia would flip if a homeless kid was squatting in her home. It was for the best if they kept it all under wraps. Richie climbed through Eddie’s window each night and they stayed shacked up like they used to when they were kids. Eddie couldn’t wait for the rustling outside his window. He counted the minutes after school until he arrived.

Eddie’s alarm went off and Richie’s eyes shot open. Eddie quickly turned to smash the snooze button, so not to look like he was just watching his friend sleep for the past ten minutes. His heart was racing. These thoughts for Richie. Thoughts about snuggling him, holding his hand in public, kissing him were not new. But they were sixteen now and a little too old for crushes. What Eddie felt for Richie was far more than that.

“Five more minutes...” Richie moaned, taking the blanket and pulling it over his head.

“You need to shower before school, mister.” Eddie poked at the hump in the comforter, to which a hand came out and slapped away. Eddie just chuckled, grabbing Richie by the shoulders and shaking him. “Wake up, sleepy head !!” Richie moaned again and this one was so groggy and low, coming from the back of the boy’s throat. It made the hairs on the back of Eddie’s neck stand up. Fuck - it was beautiful sounding and it didn’t help that the noise was coming from a boy in Eddie’s bed. He regained his composure and pulled the covers back, revealing Richie’s speckled back. Since when did he sleep without his shirt on ?? Both tore off their pants before hopping into bed together - that was just normal, because honestly who sleeps with pants on ?? Eddie barely noticed it. He tells himself he barely notices. But the truth was two nights ago, their bare thighs collided in the middle of the night and Eddie nearly had an asthma attack. But this whole sleeping with no shirt on ?? This was very new. New and very alarming.

“Okay! Okay. Eds, I’m awake.” Richie murmured, head stuffed into the pillow. He turned his head to face the shorter boy, gripping the pillow under him, as he yawned. He curled his back up, a disgusting popping noise resonating from the stretch.

Eddie made a disgusted face - as if he wasn’t thinking that Richie’s bare back should be named the new eighth wonder of the world. Richie squinted, rubbing his face before yawning once more. “Ugh, what time is it ??” Richie couldn’t see a thing. Eddie’s room was just a blur of blues.

“Oh - um - seven something -” Eddie squeaked out, having a hard time speaking because Richie was now leaning over him, patting around the end table for his glasses. “You forgot about last night, didn’t you ??”

Richie was out with Bev last night. Eddie could practically smell the weed smell before Richie began giggling outside his window. He would be annoyed, if it weren’t for the fact that Richie was clearly going through a lot and Eddie didn’t want to judge him for coping the only way he knew how. When Ed propped open the window, a wasted Richie tumbled to the floor, a lens from his glasses popping right out and cracking. Richie was way too exhausted to do anything about it right there and then. He started to kick off his pants and buried himself under the covers saying something along the lines of ‘that’s an issue for tomorrow - Eds.’

Richie then picked up the broken frames and sighed, memories clearly re-filling his brain. “Right...Well fuck...” Now Richie was just hovering over Eddie without a care in the world. As if his bare chest wasn’t just there, right in Eddie’s face. It was marvelous in so many ways. The moles and beauty marks that scattered all over his torso, the slight scar he got from jumping off the monkey bars when they were twelve. Even the dumb stick and poke tattoo of the Pythagorean theorem he gave himself on his ribcage while stoned on his birthday four months back. All of it was glorious. Maybe he lingered too long, but could you blame him ?? This was the closest he’s ever been to a near naked Richie in so long. And for sure - not since he started seeing the male form in a - sexual - way. He was just in his boxers and casually sitting on top of him, fiddling with his broken glasses - as if he wasn’t destroying Eddie from the inside out. Then Richie put the glasses back on the end-table, making the effort to lean down again and on his way back up, Eddie and Richie were mere centimeters from kissing. A gasp left the anxiety-stricken boy. “Woah there - Eddie Spaghetti. That was a close one.” He laughed. “No need to stare - I know I can barely see, but I can practically feel you undressing me with your eyes.”

“You’re not wearing any clothes.” Eddie fought back, trying to get the blame off him. Because he was very much staring.

“Yeah. Well.... I was hot last night. Stripped my shirt off...No big deal...”

“You are hot.” Eddie said casually and then the words caught up and he let out a noise that only could be described as a yelp.

“What ?” 

“What ?!” Eddie shadowed, much louder and high pitched.

Then there was this long pause between the two of them. Too long. It was really awkward, Richie couldn’t see Eddie’s panicked stare. He was kicking himself for speaking from his heart. He couldn’t help himself. He was falling for his best friend and you’d have to be as blind as the trashmouth to not see they had chemistry. The fact was the last few years, their friendship seemed to fizzle. Holding hands and pinching cheeks became awkward with age and the two’s puppy love had to be pushed aside. When they were alone, they let some things slip through the guarded cracks, but it still didn’t feel right. Both unsure of one another’s feelings - they were left at this stand-still of cautious touches and concealed feelings. But Eddie had enough. He couldn’t stand watching Richie in udder awe of his beauty and not being able to call him his own. So Eddie, for once in his life - wasn’t afraid. He lifted himself up and grabbed the boy’s cheeks laying a quick kiss to his lips. Richie’s instincts were to reach out and hold up Eddie, both pulling back a slight distance to marvel at each other. 

“You really think I’m hot, Eds ??” Richie joked, but there was a slight lace of serenity there. He had this sweet smile on his features, like he was waiting for this moment as long as Eddie had been. So many people nowadays had been pushing away Richie. He was a burden - having to sneak into his friend’s houses for shelter. He felt like no one wanted him. But Eddie did. And that made the trashmouth feel genuinely happy. A feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. The truth was he was kicked out of his house over a fight about him coming out. He confined in his mother that he was falling in love with his best friend, Eddie. Thinking the drunk wouldn’t even notice what he was saying or remember. But instead Maggie told Wentworth and sparked an all out Tozier screaming match. A fight that ended in Richie being disowned.

“Maybe a little...” Richie was blushing now - Eds probably too. The two attempting to hide their faces. Not like Rich could see. But then Richie leaned back in, kissing Eddie once more. They deepened their embrace, Eddie reaching up to tangle his fingers in the boy’s beautiful curls.

The alarm blared again. Both boys jumping back to stare at the clock. If they didn’t get ready now, they would miss homeroom. Or at least Richie assumed, because he could in no way make out the numbers. A unison sigh fell from both their lips, when they concluded they would have to cut their moment short. The two both laughed, inaudible from the loud barring of the alarm. But in that moment Richie - leaning over to turn off the alarm, letting his lips collide with Eddie once more - never felt more at home.

notes: I guess I could write a part two if people wanted it ?? I’ve got some ideas ;)

[disneys-dankerbell]

Taller Than Me (*I)

This is based on my headcanon that Eddie will be taller than Richie, so it’s just some light Reddie fluff and cuteness. I felt like writing this and everyone can take it or leave it. (m/m, swearing, nothing sexual ofc)

Much can change during Summer holiday. Some people move away, some take up an instrument, some kiss a girl, some kiss a guy, and some just get a little bit taller. It’s nothing weird and there was no real reason why it bummed Richie out this much. He could have seen it coming after all. Bill had always been a bit taller, just like Stan and Mike, hell even Beverly! But, it had never bothered him until now.

It was the first time Richie had been excited to get back to school. School wasn’t too hard for him, hell if he tried he could be at the top of his class, but he just didn’t give a shit. The only good part was being able to see his friends and dicking around. That is if they weren’t hiding from Bowers and his gang of asshole. But this year would be different! They were seniors now and there were no bullies that would try to fuck with them. Everything would be awesome, at least he thought so until he saw Eddie.

“Hey Richie, did you miss me?” Richie’s eyes went wide as he looked up from his locker and saw his boyfriend for the first time in months. Eddie looked taller than he remembered, like, a lot taller. He was at least as tall as Bill now and maybe even taller. He didn’t look lanky like Richie either, in fact, Eddie looked healthier than he had ever done. He had even gotten a tan when visiting his family in Florida. Richie had expected Eddie’s extended family to be just like Sonia, but she’d rather lock Eddie up than let him sit out in the sun without six bottles of sunscreen splattered on him.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Richie wrinkled his nose at Eddie before shutting his locker a little harder than necessary,

“What do you mean ‘what the fuck happened to you?’ Is that the first thing you’re gonna say when you see me after months? What’s wrong with you, Richie?” Eddie was clearly hurt by his friend’s reaction, but Richie never knew what to do when he went too far so he just made it worse.

“You know, just the same old trashmouth.” He grumbled before pushing past Eddie. Stupid Eddie, being all tall like that, who did he think he was? 

Richie was so quiet the next period that his friends began to worry about him.

“S-something wrong, Richie?” Bill whispered over to Richie who just shrugged. 

“Yeah, you haven’t mentioned your penis in a while and we’re beginning to think if it fell off.” Stan added while he continued to diligently take notes.

“Knock it off…” That did get Stan’s attention.

“Knock it off? Knock it off? Did you finally fill up the swear jar?” Richie ground his teeth but remained quiet. Stan and Bill shared a meaningful look.

During the day Richie returned to his old self, he could never keep up the quiet act for too long, but tentsion did not leave the room. It wasn’t until he met Eddie after school that he was forced to confront his feelings. 

They had made a habit of walking home together when one of Bowers’ assholes had trashed Richie’s bike. He’d asked his parents for a new one, but they always seemed to forget about it. Eddie’s bike was somehow mysteriously “misplaced” and his mom believed walking was safer anyway. Even after Richie got a new bike and Eddie “found” his, they continued their walks. It was actually on one of these walks that they had confessed their feelings for each other.

Eddie was waiting for him at the usual place, looking all tall and annoying. Richie nodded to acknowledge him, but didn’t slow down as he passed his boyfriend. Eddie quickly followed behind him, looking down at his feet. 

“Bill and Stan told me you were quiet the whole first period. I’d be proud if I wasn’t so worried… you didn’t see something, did you?” Eddie added the last thing in a whisper. They never talked about what happened. They all would rather forget about it and as time passed they were already beginning to.

“No, no, nothing like that. Don’t worry, Eds, I would have told you.” Richie’s cheeks burned and he felt like an idiot for making Eddie and the rest think something serious was going on. Really, he was just being an ass, but what’s new.

“Good…” Eddie said, feeling a little reassured. He had stopped trying to correct Richie whenever he called him Eds. It still made his heart flutter as stupid as it was.

“Then will you tell me what is going on?” Eddie asked, cocking his head. Richie sighed, throwing his head back.

“You’re just so fucking tall now. You’re a freak, someone should just tell you and I guess it’s me. You’re just freaking huge. The only thing bigger is my dick. Trees get jealous looking at you-…” Richie began to ramble when Eddie suddenly sprinted away.

“Eddie!” Richie shouted before running after him. It was harder to keep up with him than before. “You asked so don’t get mad at me if you don’t like the answer.”

“You’re just like my mother.” Eddie spat.

“Erm last time I checked when I sit around the house, I don’t actually-…”

“Beep beep, Richie.” He let his mouth fall close and looked at Eddie with wide eyes. His heart was racing. He had seriously fucked up and he didn’t know how to fix this. He felt like he was falling.

“You just want me to be small so you can protect me forever, and now I’m taller and don’t need protection, you’re acting like I did something wrong!” Eddie was bright red and his chest was heaving. But, he looked stronger. This wasn’t a beginning asthma attack, this was pure raw emotion raging through him. 

“Eddie, I already fucking now you don’t need protection. You lived through the same shit as I did! No, staph infection or fucking Clownold McForehead can hurt you. I’m just sad because…” Richie took a deep breath to steady himself. “everyone is growing up. You’re all looking at colleges, getting jobs and doing - I don’t know - taxes or whatever, and I’m just little old trashmouth. I’m sad, because… you’re all going to outgrow me and I don’t want you to outgrow me.” Eddie narrowed his eyes.

“Are you insane?” Eddie put down his backpack.

“Eddie…”

“No, really has your brain finally given in? You think I’m going to literally outgrow you? What’s wrong with you, you idiot.” Eddie said grabbing one strap of Richie’s backpack and pulling him closer. Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie who still seemed unconvinced.

“There is no outgrowing you, Richie Tozier, you’re like mold.” Eddie nuzzled Richie’s neck and the now shorter boy was beginning to give in.

“You hate mold…” He pouted

“But I love you.” Eddie whispered to Richie’s neck before pressing a kiss on the soft skin. “And you’ve grown too, even if you don’t see it. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“You never complain when I’m hard…” Richie murmured

“There he is.” Eddie chuckled. Richie smiled before kissing his sweet boyfriend. He didn’t even mind that much that he had to turn his head upwards to do it,

“Thanks, Eds.” 

“That’s what boyfriends are for. Besides I kind of like shorter boys better anyways.” Eddie grinned, lifting Richie up just a little bit.

“Is that so? Because I always had a thing for tall guys.” Richie said playing along.

“Good, because when we get home, I’m going to put you in all my new big sweaters and you’re going to look so cute, cute cute.” Eddie teased as he pinched Richie’s cheek.

“Payback’s a bitch” Richie laughed while shaking his head. They kissed once more before walking off, their fingers laced together.

“What was that you said? Trees get jealous looking at me?” Eddie chuckled.

“Yeah, because I’ll be climbing you tonight.” The two lovers walked off together into the sunset.