#the amount of sighing flustering flirting name calling blushing this episode had?

[ladykyriaa]

One thing that im probably most surprised

Is that they can in fact, become more of a simp, than they already were from before

[overenthusiasticcartoonlover]

Going through and re-reading some of my other stories

Have this sickeningly sweet pair of lovebirds.

  Rebel heads downstairs happily, opening the Kahl’s door, and greeting Haley and Max in the living room, before heading down the hall to Nash’s room. She peeks in his room, smiling softly when she sees him napping. She giggles and sneaks under the covers with him, before wrapping her arms around him and cuddling him up.

  Nash stirs at that, blinking awake at the presence in his arms, before his aura tinges with a happy spring green and gentle pink-purple of deep love, content to hug her closer, “Hey Rebel. When did you get here?”

  Rebel looks up at him, her heart skipping a beat or two, before she moves to kiss him, pulling away after a moment with a happy hum, “Not too long ago. Our show comes out with a new episode tonight.”

  Nash isn’t coherent enough to respond to that. He admits to himself, that he loves her kisses, but she’ll never mean them the way he wants.

  Rebel frowns at the darker blue settling into his aura, gently pressing her forehead to his, “Nash, why are you sad? Did something happen?”

  “No, nothing happened.” Nash sighs softly, one hand going up to play with her hair, “Which show is tonight? I forgot.”

  “Star vs the Forces of Evil.” Rebel scrunches her nose, moving her head away from his hand, “What’s bothering you?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.” Nash turns away, sitting up so he can get his computer.

  Rebel raises an eyebrow at that, sitting up with him, her voice gentle, “Nash.”

  Nash freezes at that, both loving and hating it when she says his name like that. He looks at her, pleading her to leave it alone, “Rebel.”

  She studies his eyes for a moment, before sighing and wrapping him up in a hug, “I just wanna help.”

  He lets out a breath and hugs her back, resting his head on hers, “I know, you’re too sweet for your own good sometimes.”

  She hears the sad note in that one, blinking when a new psyche line opens up to her in his signature. She closes her eyes and focuses on it, her heart breaking a little when she realizes what exactly it means, a thought-to-be unrequited love. She opens her eyes, Nash studying her with a raised eyebrow, before it clicks.

  Her eyes light up, and she starts giggling for a second, torn between smothering him in affection, and laughing at how oblivious her best friend is.

  “Rebel, what are you laughing at?” Nash pouts, knowing she must have felt something around them.

  “You’re an idiot.” Rebel pounces on him and starts to coat his face in kisses, earning a very confused, and flustered redhead.

  “R-R-Rebel…?” Is all he manages to whimper out through the kisses, utterly thrown off guard.

  “I love you.” Rebel laughs happily, laying over him now, as she strokes his cheek with her thumb, “I love you so fucking much, Nash, and not just platonically, you lobo tonto. How could you think I didn’t?”

  She didn’t know he could turn that red, his eyes prickling with tears, “O-oh.”

  She laughs and smushes her lips against his, Nash responding shyly after his brain rewires itself. She pulls away with bright pink cheeks, looking at him with as much love as she can give.

  He looks back, before pulling her down to kiss her again, wrapping his arms around her gingerly.

  “Rebel, you have no clue how long I’ve wanted to kiss you like that.” Nash whispers after a few minutes, his lips glossy.

  Rebel laughs brightly, stroking his cheek, “Mi corazón, you know I can see your aura, right? I may not have noticed the exact moment your aura turned that beautiful pink-purple, but I’ve known for quite some time now.”

  “What?!” Nash squeaks, his eyes blowing wide, “How long have you known?!”

  “About two months before I got up the courage to kiss you for the first time. Really, I’d thought you had figured this out already.” Rebel kisses his nose with a fond giggle.

  “That’s been more than six months! Why didn’t you tell me?” Nash sticks his lower lip out in a pout, lying back on his bed fully.

  “Again. I thought you’d figured it out.” Rebel chuckles taking one of his hands and kisses his palm, “Did you seriously think all my kisses were platonic? And the insane amount of flirting? I’ve made it a point to kiss you everywhere I can reach, lobito.”

  Nash groans, as he thinks it over again, Rebel getting up to get his laptop, “Even your brother figured me out before you did. I’ve called you enough sweet nicknames.”

  “Please teach me spanish. I want to know what you’ve been calling me.” Nash all but whimpers, Rebel more than happy to see him in such a lovestruck state.

  She giggles as she brings the laptop over, nudging him over so she can lay with him, “Well, to start with, mi corazón means my heart, tesorito roughly means my treasure, you know what cariño means. I called you mi alma a couple of times, which means my soul.”

  He looks up at her, his blush not dying one bit, “I love you.”

  She smiles and leans down to peck his lips sweetly, “I love you too, lobo tonto.”

[reddie-set-goooo]

This’ll Be Fun

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Summary for Chapter 4:

He couldn’t figure out why Richie seemed to be staring at his legs so intently. Also, why did Richie look so upset about them?

Author’s note: I realized I forgot to upload this 4th chapter when I finished it the other day, so Chapter 5 will also be up in the next few minutes!

Author’s note UPDATE: Wow so I kinda posted the Chapter 5 under this originally, but it’s all fixed now, and this is officially the Chapter 4 story below!!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4 - The Bonfire (Part 2)

7:30 PM – Monday Night

 Richie walked up to the group centered around the fire, his feet dragging along the ground, as soon as he entered the light of the fire everyone turned to him and he put on his normal, happy face.

 He tried to keep his attention away from Eddie’s arm draped across his “friend’s” shoulder. A small smile crept onto Eddie’s face when his eyes met Richie’s and Richie felt his stomach erupt into butterflies. He cursed himself, how could this guy already be causing him to feel like this. He decided that despite Eddie having a boyfriend, he could still flirt with him, he would never over step his boundaries, but Eddie was cute and Richie wouldn’t be able to not flirt with him if he tried.

 “Hey there Eds, glad you could make it,” Richie placed the stack of wood he’d been carrying into the pile with the others. He hid his face from the others behind his curls as he bent down, trying to hide his look of disappointment.

 Feigning casualty Richie stood back up and rolled his shoulders back, and leaned into Stan, “So, Eddie, this your bo-“ He was cut off by Bev yelling out, “BEN! You made it!” She ran out of the circle they were standing in and jumped into his awaiting arms.

 Everyone looked on with amused smiles, but while everyone’s attention was on Bev and Ben, Richie watched Eddie. He watched as Eddie dropped his arm from around his “friend’s” shoulders and waited for him to grab his hand. But they didn’t, instead their hands just swayed at their respective sides. Richie kept waiting for it to happen, but instead Eddie even took a slight side step away from his friend. Richie didn’t understand it.

 Bev and Ben made their way back to the circle after Ben had gently put Bev back down from the bridal carry she had jumped in to. See, they were holding hands, that’s what couples did right? Hold hands? Not that Richie would know from personal experience. Yea, he’d kissed people before, he had some experience in that, but actually being in a committed relationship? Richie hadn’t found anybody that made him feel like he wanted that yet. Eddie was the first guy in two years to really catch Richie’s attention.

 Once everyone was back in the circle Bev turned to the new guy and said, “So, your Eddie’s friend, what’s your name, I’m Bev, and this is Ben. Over there is Mike and then there’s Richie and Stan.” She motioned to each one of them going around the circle so he knew which name matched which face. Richie felt like he might have had a class or two with this kid over the last three years in high school, but he couldn’t be sure.

 “Uh, hi, I’m B-b-b-bill,” he stuttered out and immediately looked ashamed and turned his face to the ground. Richie saw Eddie reach out and lightly grip the back of Bill’s forearm as reassurance and Richie felt his stomach drop.

 “Well, hey Bill, it’s nice to meet you, glad you could join us tonight,” Mike said from his end of the circle. He always had a way of making people feel comfortable, Richie envied it. Richie acted like he was comfortable around everyone, and sometimes that made a person relax around him. Most of the time though it was too abrasive for people, and they tended to stay away from him and his boisterous personality. He worried sometimes that Stan and them would even find him too much one day and cut their losses and say goodbye, but he reassured himself when he had these thoughts that they loved him and would never do that to him.

 Eddie’s hand was still on Bill’s arm and he was giving Bill a questioning glance, asking him something with his eyes that Richie couldn’t translate. Bill just met his eyes and with a slight nod Eddie pulled his hand back. It all only took about a second, but with the amount of attention Richie was giving them, it felt like he’d just watched a full episode of some melodrama.

 Bill looked back up at the group then with a reaffirmed smile on his face, put there by whatever Eddie had conveyed to him no doubt, and said, “Yea, thanks for letting me c-come. Normally it’s just me and Eddie, so it’s nice to meet new people.” Eddie was giving Bill a look that resembled pride and gave him a slight pat on the shoulder. Richie hated every second of it.

 “Hey Stan, can you come with me for a sec, I think we could still use a tad more wood for the bonfire tonight,” Richie stated while turning briskly away from the fire, simultaneously gripping Stan’s wrist and pulling him along.

 “Dude, I think we have eno-“ Stan was silenced by the look that Richie gave him. The look saying, Man, shut the fuck up and walk with me. I Need to talk to you. Stan understood and followed behind Richie dutifully.

 Richie didn’t relinquish his grip on Stan’s wrist until they were out of eye sight around the bend in the path. Once he did Stan started to massage some feeling back into his fingers because of how tight Richie had been holding on.

 “Richie, what the hell man, what’s up?” Stan reached out and pulled on Richie’s arm to stop him from stalking toward the barn farther.

 Richie spun around to Stan, his face red and flustered, “He has a boyfriend, Stan! A boyfriend!”

 Stan considered this for a moment while looking over his shoulder to where the bonfire was, even though he couldn’t see it. “How do you know they’re dating? They could just be good friends, have you considered that?”

 Richie hadn’t. He’d seen Eddie’s arm around Bill and immediately jumped to the worst conclusion his mind could think of. But, come on, Eddie was the cutest thing on two legs, how could Bill not be interested in him. Richie put his hands on the back of his head as he thought it over.

 “Well, what about the arm around Bill’s shoulder, hmm? Or all the reassuring touches on his arm, or their silent conversations they were having with their eyes, that seems pretty damn intimate to me Stan.”

 Stan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment, Richie had seen this face many times before, it was one he was well acquainted with. “Richie, none of those things really scream that they’re dating. Hell, you’ve done some of those things with us, just chill out and be yourself.”

 “What do I do, chill out or be myself, I can’t do both,” Richie said completely serious and held his hands out, palms up in question, waiting for Stan to answer. Stan just tipped his head to the side and closed his eyes, like he was asking God how he had come to be put in this position, and just turned on his heel and walked back towards the fire.

 Richie stood there for a moment watching Stan as he walked away and then called out after him, “Stan? Stan, which one do I do? Stanley?!” He just kept walking though and Richie sighed and jogged to catch back up.

 8:30 PM – Monday Night

 Eddie and Bill had taken a seat on the log next to the fire after Richie and Stan had run off. Well, more like Richie ran off and Stan got dragged along. Based on his expression though, Eddie assumed that this had happened to Stan on more than one occasion.

 The rest of the group who were left, Ben, Bev, and Mike, struck up a conversation about some poetry that Ben had been working on. Bev thought it was beautiful and Mike was giving him constructive criticism that Ben seemed to be accepting earnestly.

 Eddie bumped his knee against Bill’s to get his attention, “So, what’s the game plan for mission: talk to Stan tonight?”

 Bill blushed and ducked his head slightly, “Honestly I have n-no idea, what if I j-just stutter the whole time?” Bill looked at Eddie with worried eyes.

 Eddie rubbed the back of Bill’s shoulder reassuringly, “Bill, there’s so much more to you than just a stutter, you just need to show him that, and if he can’t see past your stutter than fuck him man.”

 Bill let out a breath and nodded his head like he was psyching himself up. “Yea, you’re right, totally. S-so, how should I start the conversation th-though?”

 Eddie considered that for a moment before coming up with something, “Well, he seems to be hanging out with Richie the most, so when they get back from getting more firewood, we’ll make our way over to the two of them casually, and when you’re feeling comfortable, you give me a signal and I find a way to get me and Richie somewhere else so you get some alone time talking with Stan, sound like a plan?”

 Bill smiled widely, “Yea, that works for me,” and then he smiled even wider for not stuttering.

 Eddie slapped him on the shoulder and was about to say something else when Bill’s attention was drawn to something over Eddie’s shoulder. He turned around on his seat and saw Stan coming back into the clearing shaking his head and pulling his hand up to the bridge of his nose. Eddie wondered what could have happened to cause this reaction. Then he noticed that Stan didn’t have any firewood, and then he noticed that Stan didn’t have a Richie with him anymore either. Just as he realized this, Richie came running back into the clearing calling out Stan’s name. He didn’t have firewood either. Weird.

 They had just reentered the circle when Mike spoke up and said what Eddie was thinking, “So, uh, guys, you get that firewood or what?” Mike started laughing and then Ben and Bev joined in. Richie looked confused for a moment before he seemed to have a light bulb go off.

 “Oh right, well we were almost to the barn and Stan was just complaining and complaining, really just going on about how we didn’t need any more wood, and I mean how could we, I have plenty right here,” and made a crude gesture towards his crotch that earned him eye rolls around the circle and two beep beep Richies, but he seemed unfazed and continued, “so I conceded and we turned around to come back, I mean, how can you say no to a face like that?” Richie put both his hands on either one of Stan’s cheeks, effectively framing his face, while Stan looked wholly unamused by Richie’s antics. At least he was a good sport about it Eddie thought, though one would have to be to be best friends with Richie.

 This earned several laughs from around the circle, including one from Eddie, and as soon as he had started laughing Richie looked over to him with a huge smile cracking across his face. He pulled his hands away from Stan and the two of them made their way towards Eddie and Bill. Turns out Eddie and Bill wouldn’t even have to get up to start the first phase of mission: talk to Stan. Eddie knocked his knee into Bill’s again to give him a heads up they were walking over in case he hadn’t seen on his own. By the way Bill knocked his knee back against Eddie’s he had noticed. Eddie was also noticing how Richie seemed to be staring at his legs.

 Eddie wondered if he’d forgotten about a bruise he might have on his shin or maybe a Band-AId from a cut his mom had insisted on treating like a battle wound. He looked down for a moment inspecting his legs for something wrong but found none. He couldn’t figure out why Richie seemed to be staring at his legs so intently. Also, why did Richie look so upset about them?

As they walked up to him and Bill, Eddie wondered frantically what he should say, he hadn’t thought far enough ahead to what their conversation should actually be about. He just had a general game plan. What if they walked over and just stood there awkwardly waiting for Eddie to say something? He wouldn’t know what to do! Fuck. He was freaking out.

“So, Eddie, how’d you like your first day on the job?” Stan said as he neared the log. Thank god. The only thing that had come to Eddie’s mind to talk about was the super germ his mom had mentioned earlier that night, not the best casual conversation topic.

 “Yea it was good, training was uh,” he paused as he felt Richie’s eyes boring into him while Eddie was answering Stan, and laughed nervously, “training was very interesting.”

 “Yea, I heard you got the third degree today, starting off on ticket sales …” Stan shuddered, “skeeves me out just thinking about it.”

 Eddie glanced at Richie, who seemed to be avoiding looking at Eddie for the first time that night, and then Eddie looked back to Stan, confused.

 “Where do most people start off?” Eddie questioned, wondering why he’d gotten a different training than others according to Stan.

 “We usually start on garbage pickup, it sounds worse, but its super easy work and you get to be outside instead of in one of those cramped booths, also you don’t have to talk to any customers on your first day. It’s a good way to learn the layout of the park as well.” Eddie grew even more confused, why would Richie tell Eddie that he trained everyone one way when Stan was telling him the complete opposite.

 Eddie looked to Richie again who was looking at Eddie sheepishly through his bangs. When he noticed Eddie looking though, he laughed over zealously and punched Stan in the shoulder, “Stan just likes that job cause it’s the only thing he’s good at, picking up garbage on the job and in relationships. Am I right Stanny boy?”

 Stan pushed Richie back and laughed half-heartedly, “Yea, yea Richie, yack it up, at least I’ve even had a boyfriend before.”

 Eddie and Bill both started at that, in one sentence Stan had pretty much confirmed that he and Richie were both gay, and both on the market. Eddie shook it off, but Bill seemed to have a renewed spark of interest in the conversation and turned pointedly to Eddie for a moment. Eddie didn’t get it at first until Bill bumped his elbow into Eddie’s and unmistakably raised his eyebrows at him again. Eddie understood this time.

 Eddie cleared his throat and looked behind Richie and Stan to the fire and said, “Hey Richie, that fire is looking kind of low actually, I think getting more wood would be a good idea after all. Could you show me where the wood pile is?” He looked expectantly up at Richie who paused for a moment looking at Stan nervously before regaining composure.

 “Right this way Eds my boy,” and made a sweeping gesture towards the barn and held his hand out for Eddie to grab to help him up.

 Eddie grabbed it cautiously and stood to follow Richie into the dark, leaving Bill behind to have a chance with Stan. Eddie glanced back over his shoulder and gave Bill a quick wink as good luck to which Bill only rolled his eyes.

 Eddie realized Richie was still holding his hand, pulling him forward, Eddie’s heart rate picked up. Oh no.