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becauseicantthinkwritings · 3 years

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Listen. I told myself the next time I send you a review I will do it with calmness, with coherence, with dignity. All of that flew out the window the second I read the line where William is admonishing Lemon for dragging in his dirty little footprints.

I CANT KEEP IT IN OKAY I JUST CANT THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE I JUST AKFJBLJFHBLAJLAJHGBLEJHGBLASJBG

I would die for Lemon. I really, really, really would.

Snowdrop and Bluebell 🥺🥺🥺 You have no idea what reading about this shirtless eldritch god in a stag skull handling these little critters does to me. I am on the floor.

HER THINKING ABOUT HIM THINKING ABOUT HER PLEEEEASEEEE

And...oh my God. This part. When he stops her, holds her face, inquires about her being tired. "Do friends lie to each other?" THE HUG. HE WORRIES ABOUT HER. HE HOLDS HER. I THINK MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY FOR A SECOND THERE WITH ABSOLUTE CRAVING. I cried. Little sad girl tears. The touch-starved creature in me really came out. Damn you.

"You feel your heart pick up speed, desperate for more contact, you want to meld your body to his until you're one being, until you can lose yourself and find him." NOT THOUGHTS JUST SCREAMING

THE SWIMMING HOLE, THE VIEW, THEM SKINNY DIPPING, THE SUN ON HIM, THE PURENESS OF THE MOMENT, THE INNOCENCE. JUST TWO PEOPLE LIVING, HAVING FUN. MA'AM THAT DESTROYED ME, IT WAS SO SO SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL MY CHEST HURT. I KNEW YOU WERE UNMATCHED WHEN IT COMES TO SMUT AND NOW I BELIEVE YOU ARE UNMATCHED WHEN IT COMES TO ANYTHING. JUST GO AHEAD AND LIGHT A FIRE INSIDE ME WHY DONT YOU.

Every time he reminds her of her short lifespan is so hot Idk why. It does things to me.

When he tucks her into his bed, in his clothes? Gives her a little kiss and goes off to make her food? GODDAMMIT WOMAN THAT REALLY AWAKENED SOMETHING IN ME SAKLFJFLAJFBLAJFB I WANNA BE TAKEN CARE OF BY WILLIAM AND IM SCREAMING BECAUSE I CANT HAVE IT WHAT THE HELLLLLL. WHAT THE FUCK.

Their banter, easy conversation. The fact that he tells her these impossible things, shares secrets with such ease. I am once again on the floor, holding my cat for deal life.

"You suddenly have the dizzying thought that life was just the moments he laughed, and the spaces in between when he didn't.".................Chelsea. Come here. Come. HERE. I want to give you a kiss. On the mouth. What is this? Pure poetry??? Absolute raw longing condensed in a sentence. My heartstrings have been pulled and tethered and destroyed. Come here right now. You've rawdogged me with emotions.

Also, Frank. That is so on brand for him. I thank you for this. I love him.

Grandmaaaa. Knowing that little bit you'd shared when you were in plotting mode makes me think many thoughts. I'm mad at her already but perhaps she's got her reasons.

Ps. fuck you peter. Stupid boy.

Holding my breath till you update. BEAUTIFUL WRITING CHELSEA I CAN'T KEEP STRESSING THIS. I am well fed.

You know, my biggest challenge/ goal is bridging the gap between immortality and mortality.

The swimming scene acknowledges that they've always wanted something that they never got, that childish wonder, that playfulness out of life. Will would have never been around beings that would have enjoyed playing with him. The people that taught him everything he knows, most definitely did it in a resigned manner. Even the lovers he's taken has only wanted one thing from him. He's very rarely had someone to laugh with him, aside from the few mortals he would have befriended over the years.

A similar thing can be said about Y/N, she's had to always be reliable, dependent, quiet, obedient, unable to express this kind of wild, joyful emotion.

A connection spanning a centuries wide gap.

The reason I wrote in that he keeps reminding her of her own mortality, is that he wants to remind her, that he's not human. When she falls for him, it's not because she can close her eyes and imagine that he's human, she's going to fall for him as a god. She has to accept him how he is. It's also why she hasn't asked about him wearing the skull and horns when he's outside. She just accepts him for who he is. You don't stop a hurricane, you experience it.

SO I NEVER SAID HE KISSED HER. SHE JUST FELT A LITTLE PRESSURE. HE COULD HAVE BEEN WIPING SOME REMNANTS OF TEA FROM HER LIP FOR ALL I SAID. I LEFT THAT UP TO THE READERS INTERPRETATION. Interesting that you made a kiss out of it ahahahhahahah.

😘😘😘😘😘

I missed you so much babe, don't ever leave me again.

#ask #shrine of your lies

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readbythestarlight · 2 years

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BOBF SPOILERS FROM THE VERY FIRST LINE ON

BoBF chapter 5: The Return of the Mandalorian (!!!!!!!!!!!)

I’ve been feral all day and it’s finally time let’s GO

“Boba Fett pairs with unexpected ally” hmmm??

THERE HE IS

DIN MY BELOVED

AHHHHH

I knew him immediately by the silhouette

His voice oh god I’ve missed him

God this has SUCH s1 Mando vibes

“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold” THE S1 VIBES

HOLY SHIT HE’S USING THE DARKSABER

THAT IS THE SEXIEST THING

Oh he hurt himself on it

He angry

Someone help him

Halo??

Okay okay wait subterranean

Is he looking for his tribe maybe??

OH MYGOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

THEYRE THERE HE FOUND THEM

oh god are they gonna take his armor oh god

THE ARMORER AHHHH

Paz??

Fuck holy shit

Only three?? Only Din and Paz and the Armorer??

This shouldn’t be a BoBF episode this deserves to be a Mando episode

Oh goddddd

Ooooo so it’s a curse if Bo-Katan doesn’t win it by right huh

“Then you may join our covert as we rebuild.”

“This is the way.”

Uh Din? The helmet? Babe?

It can pierce beskar? *doubt*

Plz don’t melt it

Noooooo Din! You’re so badass with it.

I like the spear *cries*

All this Mando-lore tho

“Something for a foundling.”

“Grogu”

Bitch no he’s Din’s son

HELLLL yeah BABY BOY GONNA GET HIS OWN BESKAR

I’m fascinated by this Darksaber lore

Paz don’t be a bitch

Bitch

I always hated Paz ngl and the Viszlas canonically suck

Kick his ass Din do it for Mandalore

Why is he such a BASTARD

HELLLLLL YEAH BABY

oh no

Don’t ask Din

Oh… oh no

I’m gonna throw up

Shut up shut UP

FUCK YOU PAZ

No don’t send him there y’all SUCK

At least he has Grogu

YES baby go to Tatooine

I know he’s obviously going to see Fett but maybe he could see Cobb too

lmao so many weapons I love this trope

Sad sad Din :(((

I can’t wait to see what he had made for Grogu

And the knot kinda looks like Grogu’s ears I’m sobbing

PELI

Listen this 100000% should have been the first episode of season 3 of Mando and it’s not fair to either Din fans or Boba fans to make it the middle of BoBF

NEW SHIIIIP

Peli that’s an old Naboo star fighter

He needs something can live in that’s too small

I refuse to have him in a small starfighter that can’t be a home

It’s very nice and shiny but still not a place he can live or even bring bounties along in??

Din you can’t LIVE IN THIS

Or haul bounties in this??

Beggars canyon huh

Ugh fuck offffdd new republic

lmao

Oh for the love of god

lmaoooo what are the odds it’s the same new republic guys

Fuck offfffff

lmao byeee

“Wizard”

There she iiiiiiis!

Okay

A little friend??

HIS LITTLE FRIEND? LIKE GROGU MAYBE??

Okay so honestly like

As a Din fan I’m so emotional about seeing him again because y’all don’t know how much I love him like literally but as a Din fan and a Boba fan I’m mad as hell that this was a BoBF episode

It’s bullshit that Boba wasn’t in it at all

Basically I’m sorry Boba-specific fans this does suck for y’all

#bobf spoilers #bobf #the book of boba fett #I’m FERAL I have missed him so MUCH

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doomedandstoned · 3 years

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King Buffalo Provide Respite For Pandemic-Weary Listeners on ‘The Burden of Restlessness’

~By Billy Goate~

Artwork by Zdzisław Beksiński

I confess, I came a little late to the KING BUFFALO party. I mean, I’ve known about them from their very first record on and have even picked songs to play on The Doomed & Stoned Show that's I've found particularly enjoyable. Regulars to the program know I’ve always been more a doomer than a stoner, though obviously relishing music from both worlds. Only recently had I given myself the opportunity of really baking in their music. It probably has something to do with the summer psychedelic kick I’m on lately, that and I’ve been getting a lot more sunshine, walking more, learning how to enjoy being human again.

Not only did I give the band's latest LP, 'The Burden of Restlessness' (2021) a solid listen, I've been spinning it non-stop! The title grabbed me right away, because I could very much identify with the uncertainty and fear of 2020 lockdowns, which eventually gave way to boredom and stoic despair. Depending on who you ask, it's their third studio album and it's got its hooks in me for damn sure.

Sonically, the sound is fresh and vital, every note captured prestinely by frontman/guitarist at Rochester's Main Street Armory between December and January. I don't know if he's a sound engineer on the side or what, but I really am impressed by how present the instruments sound, without excessive reverberation. After Sean finished recording and mixing, the tapes were sent to Grammy-nominated producer Bernard Matthews for mastering on the other side of the continent in Portland, Oregon.

Let's go through King Buffalo's release track-by-track, because I think there's plenty to talk about here.

1. Burning

The Burden of Restlessness by King Buffalo

I feel it falling apart Too many blisters and scars Are we the wick or the flame, are they just one in the same? Was it just doomed from the start?

The record opens with “Burning” and in those first dozen seconds of churning downtuned noise, we’re unsure what kind of song it’s going to be. An assertive riff-motif starts to dance to the accompaniment of a motor-like rhythm. The singing is as depressive as we’re bound to encounter from King Buffalo, with lyrics that express regret about “another year lost in the wasteland” and that feeling of falling apart while time stands still.

The members of King Buffalo have been on a steadily rising trajectory in recent years, so the sudden closures of concert halls and canceled tours wasn't just a bummer for a lot of professional musicians; it had immediate career implications, along with the obvious problem of no job = no money. It’s one thing to weather through a crisis when you know what the end game is, and at this time last year most of us still didn’t know what the hell was going to happen. We thought everything would open up and return to normal, then the summer of 2020 exploded all around us with social unrest. The album’s title speaks to the creative frustrations of being not only uncertain of when your band is next going to tour, but what to do in the meanwhile. For creative people, there’s a burden to create -- sometimes just to keep yourself from going mad with frustration.

2. Hebetation

The Burden of Restlessness by King Buffalo

I don’t know which way to run One thousand different ways but I can’t seem to live with one So I’m stuck where I’ve begun Another languid day, can’t seem to break away

“Hebetation” was one of the singles that emerged before the album was independently released toward the start of summer. It is the song I relate to the most, too. Vibrant Helmetesque riffmaking sets the song a sail, with a bit of a nod to Sabbath as well. The math-like interplay between drums, bass, and guitar have a vaguely krautrock aura about it, though the volume and tone is pure metal. Like the opening track, the words are frank and honest, addressing the weight of unfulfilled dreams, the jadedness that comes with disappointment, and suicidal thoughts that come floating into mind when it seems nothing's working out as planned. “Nothing’s changed at 35. Still every night I dream a million different ways for me to die.”

3. Locusts

The Burden of Restlessness by King Buffalo

Stifling the sun with wicked hands Everything undone with vicious plans

“Locusts,” as the name implies, is replete with bouncing guitar rhythm, with picking that seems to dart about like that swarm of grasshoppers that used to sweep through my poor pitiful East Texas garden mid-summer and shred everything in sight. Around the 3:30 mark, we’re treated to an extended high-end grinder of a B-section, with sweeping psychedelic gestures ala Kim Thayil -- and hearkening back to the melodic motif of another great song: “Sun Shivers.” When the A section returns, the rhythm is more deliberate, less dashing about in math or progressive fashion. The song ends with what could well end up an extended drone jam on just the right night as King Buffalo continues to roll through the U.S.

4. Silverfish

The Burden of Restlessness by King Buffalo

I stare at the cracks in the wall And melt into nothing A silverfish slithering away, from everything

“Silverfish” got a music video, which was a wise choice as the song is quite accessible and relatable, too (even if it did get a few people wondering if King Buffalo was having their own “The Sword Moment” stylistically). The main motif is a two-note broken interval from high note to low in an almost an ‘80s-style nod to the advent of computer generated music (to my ears it sounds like the guitar may either be taking on the action or playing in sync with the synthesizer).

Never fear, the heavy is soon here. When I heard those first crashing tripled-down chords, I let out an inner hellllll yeah to that shit. The quirky little melody from the start comes back, this time on guitar in a way that really works to convince you that it was a good artistic choice from the get-go.

Lyrically, it's another wistful line of expression: “I stare at the cracks in the wall, I think I’m unravelling...I think I’m losing my grip on everything, I’m drifting away.” This is also one of the few songs on the record with a strong melodic chorus. It comes towards the end, which works quite effectively in climaxing the song.

(BTW, anyone else freaked out by silverfish as much as me?)

5. Grifter

The Burden of Restlessness by King Buffalo

I make my way over the dunes Desolate and dry The remnants of empires past Too stubborn to die

“Grifter” returns to the everyman accessibility of “Burning” and “Hebetation,” with a notably despondent tenor to each line of the song. The calm singing over rhythmic verses so characteristic of King Buffalo’s writing gives way to a brutal grind sans chorus. Sometimes you don’t have words and you just have to work it all out with your axe or piano or whatever's your jam. There didn’t need to be a big, bloated angry chorus on top of it all. We feel that most adequately from the riffmaking itself, which plays out like slow burning frustration that intensifies with every round of the dirge.

6. The Knocks

The Burden of Restlessness by King Buffalo

Everyday I wake up on the floor Another useless day like every other that’s come before I can feel it creeping more and more Don’t think I wanna wake no more, don’t think I wanna live no more

“The Knocks” features the same keyboard playing as before, so now I’m sure it's either Sean or bassist Dan Reynolds on synth -- though the playing here is much more ornamental, at times adding an exclamation point to the sentiment of the lyrics. It might be a little much if overplayed, but here it’s dispensed judiciously. We have a bass, drums, and synth break where a chorus would normally be, followed by another shred sesh that’s feeling like Helmet or Prong love. A beautiful mid-range guitar melody intervenes, then things start to feel a distinctively robotic pattern announces itself around the 3:20 mark, joined in short order by the rest of the instruments. This leads to a melodious guitar sequence, with the dexterous kind of finger work that the one dude at shows likes so much when he pretends to shred next to the stage.

7. Loam

The Burden of Restlessness by King Buffalo

I’m shedding the burden of restlessness To rise from the loam of the nothingness

“Loam” hearkens back to my favorite King Buffalo album, ‘Longing To Be The Mountain’ (2018). A broken octave rhythmic pattern is plucked with drums and bass being all cool, saying just the right thing at the right time. Atop it, the jaded, sedated crooning of Sean McVay, which as both a musical and cultural Doomer I find appealing. A mean guitar lick lashes out like a whip atop bass and drums around 3 minutes, then tears into another voiceless psychedelic improvisation. It's a beautiful instrumental metal section with a hard rock appeal. The song returns to its opening vibe in an almost Toolesque fashion, then opts for more catharsis-giving mosh time and another plaintively sung extended note melody.

The verses give us a hint of hope, as Sean declares: "I’m shedding the burden of restlessness / To rise from the loam of the nothingness." I'm curious to hear the two other albums the band plans on releasing in 2021 (yes, you read that right!) and how they will pair or contrast with this one.

King Buffalo's The Burden of Restlessness holds a special place in my music library and its songs are a frequent highlight of my daily playlist. I suspect it will be a record you, too, will keep close at hand as the plague rages on. A balm for the weary soul.

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apenapaperandadoofus · 3 years

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Oiiii guess who’s going to sleep at 8:20AM?!

Yup that’s me!

I’m having flashbacks to when I was like 11 and started watching anime and I would just binge watch an entire series in one night. And the next day I had school goddamn ive got no idea how i did that lmaooo

Anyhow I hope you’re all taking care of yourselves! I’ll post some more mysme fluff pieces Christmas-ish themed later! I just gotta catch up on sleep pft I literally woke up at 8AM yesterday and haven’t slept since so uh- can’t write when I’m tired as hellllll

Annndddd I might get some chapter of Jumin x MC ‘imaginary’ thingie out soon! I’ve been thinking about also posting it on AO3 so we’ll see!

Also I need someone to pressure me to write or else I won’t get jack shit done please someone give me a deadline I won’t get mad pft I’m actually not kidding please someone just- I work better with pressure lmao

Anyhow bonne nuit and remember to drink some water! Love y’all!

And here’s a meme about either V or Rika lmfao, it can count for either of them:

V when he sees Rika form a cult:

Rika when the RFA actually gets mad at her for making a curt and trying to drug them:

Yoosung whenever he has an exam that he didn’t study for bc he was playing LOLOL:

Rika in Vs route day 10 when Ray blows up:

Me waking up tired as hell because of a fictional character I talked to all night :

And last but not least, this is Zen everytime he talks about how his looks will probably end the world or something:

#api talks #mystic messenger #I’m so tired ahhhhhhdhdbdbd I literally can’t keep my eyes open anymore #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #jumin han #v mystic messenger #jihyun kim #mm jaehee #yoosung kim #rika mysme

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devildome · 3 years

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Shitpost headcanons LESS GOOOOO

The Boys™️ as whatever the fuck I want idk man

Lucifer:

Fucking. Wbk but he’s touch starved AS HELLLLLL. Wears gloves because he thinks he makes him cool and mysterious. Bird nerd. Probably likes MLP unironically. Favorite pony? Twilight Sparkle basic hoe

Mammon:

Plays gacha games. Thinks Sharkboy and Lava Girl is scary. Bird nerd 2.0 but WONT admit it bc Lucifer is INSUFFERABLE. Uses non-minty toothpaste bc it’s “too spicy” but then orders ghost pepper wings. Hot choccy is his warm drink of choice. Gets the zoomies at 2 am if not in bed by then.

Levi:

Unironically thinks PMMM is peak horror anime. Fish nerd (obviously). Plays undertale and gets fired up when people talk about the fandom. Ships Alphyne hardcore but not for the reasons you think. ALSO watches MLP and thinks Rarity is the most beautiful pony to exist. Tied with Fluttershy. Gets mad at that fandom as well because they COMPLETELY MISCONSTRUE THE ENTIRE MEANING OF THE SHOW AND FRIENDSHIP—

Satan:

Read ALL the warriors series. EVERYTHING. Regularly emails the authors his opinions on the events of the books and tells them they’re wrong. Vehemently hates MLP outwardly because he KNOWS Lucifer likes it. He likes Applejack. Not a single item of clothing is where it should be in his room. It’s all on the floor, that’s why his fashion is so..... unique.

Asmodeus :

Rarity is the best pony. He has orc teeth in his demon form. Orc. Teef. Loves them. I do too. PLEASE hot sexy genderfluid monster demon partner. Makes walrus noises. No don’t ever ask why I said that. It’s true. He brushes his chompy chompers RELIGIOUSLY as much as he takes care of his skin. Big. Teef.

Beelzebub:

Vibrates. He does NOT have big chompy chompers. His favorite pony is the baker pony. I haven’t seen MLPFIM in years. Nearly ate the tv when he first started. Very colorful. WILL rewear clothes after a shower and thinks it’s fine. Yes even after working out. The boyfriend that puts the scawy bug in a cup and takes them outside. Bachelor; thinks about others when grocery shopping but eats all the snacks anyways. Ate all the Pinkie Pie figurines in the house.

Belphegor:

The one that always points out cows on a roadtrip. Also he’s a bitch. Discord is his favorite character on MLP. Has, can, should, will, and must eat grass.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date

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jeyusos-girl · 4 years

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Expecting

Part 2: My baby.

Summary: Samantha finally told Erik that she’s pregnant. How’s he gonna react? Is this gonna make or break their relationship.....?

A/N: I attempted to write this twice, the first attempt was horrible, and i always gave up on the second attempt but i went to work and had time to let the ideas marinate and this was the final product😙. i went a little crazy with this one, i could’ve written so much more but it would’ve been long as hellllll. *the italics in the beginning indicate a flashback*

*READ PART ONE HERE*

Word Count: 1872

Warnings: some cursing

Samantha stared down at her phone screen, reading the words from her period tracker, ‘5 days late.’ it read. She sighed, trying to come up with a reason for why this might be, but to no avail. This wasn’t normal for her and she knew that. Her period always comes on time and even if it was late, it was never this late. She set her phone down on the bathroom sink and ran her hands over her face, she looked in the mirror, “Please don’t let it be true. Please.” she whispered to herself. Just then she heard a knock on the bathroom door, “Babe, you okay?” Erik asked. She hadn’t realized how long she had been in the bathroom,

“Uhh yeah, I’m good”

“You sure? You’ve been in there for a while, you feeling okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, I’m coming out now,” she grabbed her phone and walked towards the door. She opened it to see Erik standing there, a worried expression on his face, “sorry I just got distracted by something on my phone.” she smiled hoping her bullshit excuse was enough to make Erik believe her. He side-eyed her, “Hmm, you sure you wasn’t texting another nigga?” he accused jokingly.

“Boy shut up,” she started, wrapping her arms around his waist, “I don’t need anyone else but you baby.”

“Is that so?” he arched a brow.

“Mhmm,” she smiled, leaning up to capture his lips in a sweet kiss.

�� *a few days later*

Samantha's period still hasn’t come, and at this point in time, she knew. But she had to confirm, and that’s how she ended up at her best friend's house. “Okay, you ready to take it?” her best friend, Layla asked.

“Not really but- I guess we have to find out,” Samantha shrugged. Layla and Samantha have been friends for a little over 5 years. They have been through so much in such a short amount of time and they told each other everything. When Samantha missed her period, Layla was the first to know. She insisted that she take the test at her house so she wasn’t alone when she found out, knowing she was too nervous to tell Erik just yet.

”Cmon Sam, you're gonna be fine, I'm here with you. We're gonna find out together and everything will be fine, whatever the results are.”

”Yeah but what if everything isn't fine, what if I’m actually pregnant. Erik hasn't even mentioned wanting kids. What if he gets scared and leaves me? How am I supposed to raise a baby alone?”

”Are you crazy? He is not gonna leave you, that man is in love with you, girl, you know that.” Layla exclaimed, grabbing Samantha's face in her hands.

”I know but- I'm scared”

”It's gonna be okay, I promise. I got you, girl, you’re my best friend, I’m gonna be here for you no matter what. Come on, let's go to the bathroom.” They made their way to the bathroom, Samantha unpacked the box of pregnancy tests and ripped one of them open. She looked down at the test in her hands and sighed, she set the test aside and pulled her pants down, sitting on the toilet. She followed the test directions carefully and set a timer for 3 minutes.

They sat in silence for the duration of the 3 minutes, both too nervous to say anything. Samantha was shaken out her thoughts as the shrill sound of the alarm went off, she looked up at Layla with worried eyes. She grabbed the test with shaky hands. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She opened her eyes, and gasped, “Oh my god!”

…………………………..

“I’m pregnant. I found out last month. I wanted to tell you sooner but- I just didn’t know how.”

Silence filled the room, the air felt heavier. Samantha stared at Erik’s face, trying to read his emotions. His eyebrows were slightly raised and his lips parted ever so slightly. His grip on her hands loosened as he slumped back into the couch. She could tell his mind was racing a mile a minute, his eyes looking anywhere but at her face. She was getting nervous, her hands getting clammy, throat getting tight, the corners of her eyes getting wet. “E? Say something, please.” she whimpered as she felt herself beginning to cry. He leaned forward and she removed her legs from his lap and straightened up on the couch.

“I- I’m sorry I just- I’m in shock right now,” he replied rubbing his palms over his face.

“I know baby I- I should’ve told you as soon as I found out but I- I didn’t know how you’d react and I was scared. We didn’t plan for this to happen and I really didn’t want this to affect our relationship negatively. God Erik, I’m so scared, I don’t know shit about being a mom,” her tears now flowing freely down her face, he looked at her as she spoke, “I’ve been trying to wrap my head around it, and it still hasn’t really processed. I’ve been trying so hard to work up the courage to tell you but I never could. Don’t be mad please.”

He furrowed his brows, “Mad? What are you talking about? Why the hell would I be mad?”

“I don’t know, we never really talked about kids are anything like that, I didn’t think we were ready for something like this,” she whispered.

“We are most definitely not ready,” he chuckled, “but that’s okay, we have time to figure this shit out. We’re gonna get through this together baby, you know I got you.” Samantha smiled as more tears flowed. Erik grabbed her face and wiped her tears with his thumbs, “Don’t cry, baby. Look at me,” she glanced up at him with her glossy, brown eyes, “remember when I told you I was gonna take care of you and love you no matter what? I meant that shit. You’re the one I wanna be with, you’re the one I want to grow old with. These past three and a half years have been the best years of my life, baby girl. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, you hear me?” at this point, Samantha was full-on ugly crying. She nodded her head and smiled sweetly.

“Erikkk baby. That was so sweet. Ughh I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I hated keeping this from you, Layla kept bugging me about it but I- what?” she cut herself off, confused as to why Erik was giving her a dirty look.

“You told Layla’s crazy ass before you told me? Ain’t that some shit,” he shook his head in disbelief and Samantha rolled her eyes laughing.

“Of course I told her before you, bros before hoes.” Erik looked at her with raised brows,

“Oh really? That’s how it’s gonna be, ma?” Samantha nodded her head with a smirk. Before Samantha could react, Erik tackled her into the couch and started tickling her sides, knowing how weak it made her. She shouted for him to get off through her excessive laughter.

“E, pleaseeeee, I’m sorry pleaseeee,” she was laughing so hard she started tearing up, “ERIK STOPPP, I’M GONNA PEE MYSELF.” Erik’s hands came to a halt as he backed away from her and shot her a dirty look, “Eww you nasty as hell,” he laughed.

“You know I can’t help it, and it’s even worse now that I have a baby growing in me,” she sat up fixing her clothes, she looked up at Erik to find him already looking at her, a dumbstruck look on his face, “what?”

“That sounds so crazy, you really got a baby growing in there. My baby. That’s my baby in there. What the hell!” he exclaimed jumping up from the couch, “I’m gonna be a fucking dad! I swear this shit is really just sinking in.” Samantha giggled from her spot on the couch, watching him as he shook his head with a huge smile on his face. She got up from the couch and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I can’t believe it either baby, this feels so crazy. Just think, in a few months we’re gonna have a little nugget crawling around. Ugh, I can’t wait. Our lives these next few months are gonna be so different. My belly is gonna get so big, my feet are gonna swell up so bad. And you know I hate throwing up, jeez I hope this baby is good to me.” she exclaimed.

“You’re still gonna be beautiful as ever, big belly and all. I’ll be right by your side through all of it. I’ll hold your hair back when you’re throwing up, I’ll rub your feet whenever you need it, anything you want mama.”

“Anything huh? You’re gonna make late-night food trips for me whenever I ask?” she raised a brow.

“Uhh I already do that,” she giggled, agreeing with him. She leaned into him as he hugged her close to him. It was silent for a while as they enjoyed each other’s company. Erik broke the silence first, “You know what this means right?” she hummed in response, “We have to tell your parents.” Samantha leaned back in his arms and stared at him with wide eyes,

“Uhhh……” Erik raised his brows in anticipation, “do we have to?”

“Uhhhh, yes. You gonna wait till you pop the baby out then tell them?”

“...... Yeah…” she mumbled.

“Babe, you are crazy,” he chuckled, “you know we can’t do that, we gotta tell them soon.”

“You tell them then.” she pouted, furrowing her brows.

“Stop pouting before I bite that lip of yours. We’ll tell them together, baby. We can invite them over for dinner and break the news. How’s that sound, hm?”

She rolled her eyes slightly, “Fine. You’re cooking then.”

“That’s fine with me baby, we can invite them over next sunday, butter them up with some good food, then we’ll tell them.” Samantha nodded in agreement, giving him a small smile. She sighed, her head filled with so many different emotions.

“We’re gonna be good baby, I promise you that,” he spoke sincerely.

“I know, E. I can’t wait to be a mommy.”

“I can’t wait either,” he crouched down in front of her, hands rubbing the soft flesh of her stomach. She was only seven and a half weeks so she wasn't showing much, but that didn't stop Erik from kissing her belly, “Hey baby, it’s your daddy. Me and your mommy love you so much already, I can’t wait till I can finally hold you, and kiss your little face. Just hurry up in there, okay?” Samantha couldn’t stop herself from giggling at the man before her,

“You’re so silly, baby. Gimme a kiss,” she puckered her lips waiting for him to come back up. He leaned in and they’re lips moved in sync against each other.

This was gonna be a long eight months, no doubt, but knowing she has her man by her side makes all her worries go away…. Except for one.

How are her parents going to react to the news?

...............................

@fd-writes

#Erik Stevens #Erik Killmonger #erik stevens imagine #erik killmonger imagines #erik killmonger smut #erik stevens smut #Erik killmonger x Reader #erik stevens x reader #killmonger fanfiction #black panther imagine

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dangermousie · 5 years

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So, let’s talk about THE sequence.

They literally fight because Seon Ho doesn’t want his father to die with honor, doesn’t want Hwi to kill himself afterwards etc. And it really is awful to watch them go at it. I remember seeing the scene in the forward in the beginning and thinking “oh, they are gonna show why it’s OK for Hwi to want to kill Seon Ho eventually, I am sure.” HA! Nope. It’s not OK, it’s awful.

Hwi!!! Wake the hell up! You stabbed your oldest friend just so you could kill his father when the man would died that night anyway! And you didn’t exactly drop your weapon but instead proceeded with revenge and I kind of want somebody to stab you in return. And the irony is he didn’t get his revenge after all. Not because Bang Won killed Nam Jeon, but because even in death, Nam Jeon was proud and unrepentant. Frankly, however poisonous that relationship was, it would have broken Nam Jeon to be killed by his son. To be killed by Hwi or Bang Won as part of a political coup? He was all “eh, whatever, I played and that is how the dice rolls.”

Also, I loved Bang Won taking the killing stroke. He’s like your functional murdery older bro, listen to him!

Then there was this scene, with Hwi sort of snapping out of his trance and OK, the thing with the hands, with his bloody hand over Seon Ho’s bloody hand, holding them over the wound was the shippiest thing ever! And Seon Ho removing his hand, but gently. And Hwi basically being stunned at what he’d done. I was prepared to get on the “fine, I still love you, Hwi” train.

And then his friends arrive and are all “let’s go, bro, he’s gonna be OK” and he leaves!!!! Sure, he stumbles and is kinda zombielike and in shock but THE FUCK!!!!!! First of all, sure, he will survive because in this drama people are near immortal and apparently white teeth guy can diagnose things from looking at a person at night and clothed and from a distance. But who leaves a man you just stabbed, who was your friend and saved your life a bunch of times, sitting in a corpse field holding his guts in!!!! THE HELLLLLL! At least get him a fucking doctor!!! He dragged you to a damn one last ep. Seriously. I love it how they all periodically probably go “oh, misguided Seon Ho, why can’t he see the light blah blah blah” well maybe if you didn’t keep ditching him all the time and treating him like a particularly awful leper and invite him to your damn side instead of making it so there WAS nobody he could go to, except some crazy revenge town territory, it wouldn’t be the case. Honestly, this is the first time, but I hope Seon Ho is done with saving you and is just gonna stab you sometime. Honestly.

In conclusion, this was so ex boyfriend and new boyfriend territory and I liked it a lot before all the stuff happened in later part of the ep.

Anyway, ep 12 was amazing and it doesn’t mean I won’t love Hwi again sometime (I spent eps wanting to stab SH after all) but for now, ugh, go away dude, I am done with you. The way he behaves is not unrealistic at all, but it still makes me so damn mad.

#kdrama #my country #my country: the new age #my country the new age #yang se jong #woo do hwan #jang hyuk

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ak8shi · 4 years

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i wanna have boyfie kyō grind his hard on my ass during his wet dream waking me from my sleep and he fucks me back to sleep 😳

Are we talking about mad dog bc🥴🥴😳😳 HES FINE AS HELLLLLL !!!!!! Omg yes wait this is right up my alley, I love the concept of waking up randomly and feeling a hard cock on your ass!!! If you start grinding on him in the middle of the night you bet he’s going to start growling in your ear to stop teasing 😳 and he’ll flip you over to grind down on your clit and start teasing you as punishment period, before you know it you’re sobbing because you want him to dick you down so badly and it’s so good when he gives it to you !!

#anon #inbox #🥵

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libra247 · 4 years

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(apologies. ive been so hooked on the untamed, i been slackin on this. #LoSiento)

Day 25: Worst Ending

Can there be a 3-Way Tie? cause i have a bone to pick with all three of these dramas lol imma have 3 categories: 1. what the fuck? 2. are you fucking serious? and 3. OH HELLLLLL NO!!!!

[Fair disclaimer: 1) this finna be an essay, so dont get mad. and 2) as always, im a respectable bitch, so there are many fucking spoilers. YOU. HAVE. BEEN. WARNED!]

Class 1: What the fuck?

this goes to He’s Coming to Me. now before yall look at me weird, you have to admit, that “heres a happy ending with no explination as to how it makes sense” head ass of an ending literally had me stuck for like half an hour after the drama like “what the fuck just happened?”. mind you, i was already tryna stomach the fact that Mes is LITERALLY Thun’s mom’s ex..... how the fuck did he just “hey im human now” all of a sudden? it was just.... so weird.

Class 2: Are you fucking serious?

Speaking of weird, What the fuck even was YYY’s ending?!?! Bitch.... a spaceship? and a fucking Pun was an alien?! Huh? and then it just ends eith these bootleg ass updates about everyone?! IM STILL CONFUSED!!!!! ugh.

Last but not least, Class 3: OH HELLLLLLL NO!!!

Im still pissed off about Make Our Days Count. like.... yall have no idea how upset i was after that ending. i was SEETHING! like..... Voldemort in Goblet of Fire type pissed off. HOW DARE YALL DO XIGU LIKE THAT!!!!! Yall first make him hella poor, then you make him sick, and then he gets bullied the whole first half of the show, and just when things finally start looking up for him, YALL KILL HIM OFF?!?! ARE YOU FUCKING MAD?!?! AND ZHI GANG GETS DICKED DOWN BEFORE HIM?!?!?! LUDICROUS!!!!! I AM STILL MAD!!!!!!! i cried so hard for Xigu..... he deserved the world and got only 4 episodes of happiness. #justice4xigu

#bl drama #bl drama challenge #hes coming to me #yyy มันส์เว่อร์นะ #history 3 make our days count #FUCK ALL 3 OF THESE ENDINGS #MODC OWES US AN APOLOGY #JUSTICE FOR XIGU

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unpack-my-heart · 5 years

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Above, Beneath, Betwixt, Between (formerly ‘The Ghost of You’) – Updated

@tinyarmedtrex @violetreddie @xandertheundead @constantreaderfool @eds-trashmouth @mrs-vh

PSA: I changed the name of this fic. It was once ‘The Ghost of You’ but I don’t think that fit the story anymore, so I changed it. Hope that isn’t too confusing!

Chapter 4 - Nothing Ever Becomes Real Until It Is Experienced

Read on AO3 HERE

A stream of lava-hot water hit Richie’s back, waging a brutal war against the knotted muscles of his back.

“SHE’S ALL I NEED ALL OF MY LIFE!”

He rubbed the bar of ivory coloured soap between his hands, before rubbing the soapy lather over his chest.

“I FEEL SO GOOOOD IF I JUST SAY THE WOOOOOORD”

Turning around, Richie closed his eyes against the torrent of water, letting it rush over his face and chest, the soapy suds disappearing down the drain.

“ SUH-SUH-SUSSUDIO”

Richie opened his eyes, mouth still half open from where he’d been singing, and, as if he had always been there, Eddie’s disembodied head looked back at him from where it was sticking directly through the shower curtain.

“Richie! The lambs have come back down off the hills and – oh good lord, you’re naked!”

“JESUS FUCK!”

A primal scream tore its way out of Richie’s throat as he unceremoniously tumbled to the floor of the shower, clasping helplessly at the shower curtain as he fell. The curtain ripped from its fastenings, and floated to the ground gently. Richie grabbed at it, yanking it towards him to cover what was left of his modesty.

“What the fuck, Eddie!”

Eddie was standing in the bathroom, looking scandalized but also very mildly amused.

“I’m ever so sorry, Richie!”

“The door was locked, how the hell did you even get in here?!” Richie demanded, feeling his face bloom with blush, caused not only by the scalding temperature of the water.

“I – I didn’t use the door”

Richie blinked, incredulous.

“You didn’t use the door” he deadpanned, raising his eyebrows, an invitation. ‘Explain yourself’.

“I haven’t used a door in seventy years, and I don’t intend on starting now!”

For a moment, neither of them speak. Eddie has his arms crossed in what Richie imagines is supposed to be indignation, a silent ‘I’ve been here longer than you, this is more my house than it ever will be yours.” Richie can’t help but feel a pang in his chest, something so close to affection it’s uncanny, a cloying kind of feeling that envelops his heart and holds it hostage.

Eddie breaks first.

“It really was an accident, Richie, I sort of forgot – I forgot about …” he trails off before he can say it, but Richie knows.

I forgot what it’s like to be alive. What it’s like to spend time with another person.

Richie’s annoyance melts like snow.

– X –

The house is almost finished. Nearly all of the major appliances have been installed, the water runs perfectly, and the electrics have been wired and approved. The only major task facing Richie now was decorating, which was unfortunate because Richie had been cursed with perpetually shaky hands meaning that his lines were never straight or clean enough. He’d been complaining about it to Eddie one evening, sat out on the porch, wind rustling Richie’s hair like autumn leaves, but leaving Eddie’s untouched, each hair frozen in time and space.

Richie had fallen asleep outside, a combination of the lake’s lullaby-ripples, and the warmth of the balmy night. He’d slept deeply, watched over by the moon and the stars, and woken up with a crick in his neck and freezing hands.

Eddie was no-where to be seen, but Richie was unbothered. Eddie made a habit of wandering the moors at night, unbound by the mortal need to sleep, dream and recharge. He was free to roam as he saw fit, truly a being of the night, drifting amongst the dreaming lambs and the trees that stretched humbly towards the moon. He always returned, though. Returned to the house that he’d died in, and, by association, to Richie.

Richie hauled his heavy bones into the house, and up the rickety stair case, desperate to change out of the stale smelling clothes from the night before. He could hear the clanging of something metallic, and Eddie’s high and bright whistling, like a bell beckoning Richie into the room. When Richie cautiously pushed the door open, his mouth opened in shock.

While he slept, the summer sky had materialised on his bedroom walls. Fluffy marshmallow clouds on a cornflower blue sky.

Eddie was standing in the corner of the room, paintbrush in hand, looking somewhat guilty.

“I didn’t think you’d wake up yet. You don’t normally wake up before 7 or so”

“Eddie what the hellllll” Richie drawled, eyes scanning the room in astonishment.

“Do you like it?” Eddie asked, eyes and voice earnest and so sugary sweet Richie couldn’t take it.

“I so wish I could hug you right now, this is fuckin’ torture, s’what it is. This is beautiful, Eds. It’s – I don’t have the words”

“Heh. The oven mitts are downstairs, so, I suppose … I’m glad you like it, though. I was worried you’d hate it and think that I’d over-stepped, or something”

“No! Not at all. It’s … thank you, Eddie. Seriously, thank you. This might be the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me”

“I know you hate painting and I used to paint a bit, when I was, y’know, so … I thought I’d help you out a bit”

“You’ve done more than just help me out, Eds, yowza!”

Richie sincerely wished Eddie was wearing those damn oven gloves, as he wanted nothing more than to squeeze his hand and never let go.

– X –

The kitchen hated Richie, and, by all accounts, the feeling was pretty mutual. Laying a new floor down had been an absolute nightmare, considering the fact that the room was bizarrely shaped, so Richie had had to painstakingly cut each piece of timber out with a circle-saw to the exact measurements. This had taken longer than Richie cared to admit, but he had eventually finished, and the glossy oak floorboards smiled up at him, thanking him for his time and effort. Painting the kitchen was a breeze in comparison, throwing a white emulsion onto the walls before covering it with a blueish-grey, light and bright enough for a kitchen, but not an emotionless white. The back wall was the only one that was still just white emulsion, and Richie had planned to paint it grey in the afternoon.

That had been his plan, before he heard an almighty crash echo throughout the house, a metallic clang, and then a horrified yell.

“Eddie?! Eddie, are you okay?” Richie shouted, running down the stairs at light speed, expecting to find Eddie contorted in pain, or gone from the house entirely, or a number of equally as horrifying possibilities.

What he found when he rounded the corner, and burst into the kitchen, was blueish-grey paint covering practically every surface in the kitchen, and a very forlorn looking Eddie staring at the mess.

“What – What happened in here?!”

Eddie looked up at Richie with pleading, guilty eyes, wringing his hands together.

“I… I tried to walk through the wall carrying the paint and … Well, I suppose paint cannot travel through walls”

“What have I told you about using the effing doors!” Richie bellowed, gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder to the door that he had just sprinted through.

His new floor, his expensive oak floorboards that he had laboured over for weeks, ruined. The oven had thankfully not been installed yet, and sat in its protective plastic packaging, but even that was splattered with paint. The clock was covered in paint. The gas stove that Richie had been using to cook was covered in paint. In short, everything was covered in a sheen of grey paint.

“I was trying to help,” Eddie mumbled, mouse-small, “You said you loved your new bedroom walls and I thought – I thought I’d save you some work because I know how much you hate painting and – I am a catastrophe”

Richie felt awful.

“Naw, Eds, you’re not. C’mon, it’s not that bad. I can get some white spirit on the floor, that’ll probably lift most of it, and maybe Mike will let me borrow his electric sander. Hey now, Eds, c’mon, you look like you’re going to cry, you’re killing me”

“I would cry if I could”

“Can you cry?”

“No, because if I could, I would be doing so now”

Richie opened one of the now grey kitchen drawers, and pulled out Eddie’s oven mitts. He passed them over to Eddie, who reluctantly slipped them onto his hands, the scrunch of concentration that Richie had grown so fond of etched onto his face.

“I’m gonna hold your hand now,” Richie announced, before taking Eddie’s hand in his, “I promise that I’m not mad with you. I’m just – I’m just a bit frustrated but it’s not the end of the world. Kitchens come and go but Eddie Spaghetti’s are forever”

“Is that a joke … because I am dead?” Eddie asked, voice hesitant but Richie watched as a smile formed on his face, slowly, like a flower opening to pray to the sun.

“It wasn’t ‘sposed to be” Richie shrugged, hand still gripping onto Eddie’s mitted-hand tightly.

“Are you sure you’re not mad with me?”

“I promise”

– X –

One thing that Richie soon came to learn was that Eddie loved music. Richie often heard Eddie’s ethereal whistling echoing around the house, or heard him humming little ditty’s that Richie didn’t recognise. Sometimes Eddie sang properly, a surprisingly rich and strong tenor that stirred things in Richie’s heart that had been dormant for years.

One day, when Richie was sanding the grey paint off the floorboards in the kitchen and singing along to Higher Ground by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Eddie’s voice announced his presence before Richie was even aware of him being in the room, a habit of Eddie’s that he was growing slowly used to.

“This music sounds so different to the kind of things I used to listen to when I was younger”

Richie turned off the electric sander, before turning the radio up, Anthony Kiedis’ voice booming out of the speaker. Eddie looked vaguely alarmed, before tapping the toe of his boot slightly, face screwed in concentration, as if he was sampling the music like wine, trying to decide whether he liked the taste of the beat or not. Richie hopped around on alternate feet, pretending to slap an imaginary bass, his face screwed up in his best approximation of ‘bass face’. He wasn’t sure that Eddie would know what bass face was, but he didn’t care. Eddie watched Richie with wide, half-confused half-amused eyes, the toe of his left boot still tap-tap-tapping away to the beat.

The song drew to a close soon after, and Richie bounced over to the radio and turned it off.

“So, d’ya like it?”

“It’s … interesting. It’s different, absolutely, but … it’s good. It’s got a good beat, I like the rhythm. I … rather liked his voice,” Eddie stuttered, and Richie was sure that if it were possible for Eddie’s face to flush with embarrassment, it would be doing so right now, “but one thing I don’t understand is where you put the records in that tiny machine? Are records really tiny now?”

“Records? Why would there be records?” Richie asked as confusion washed over him in waves, before realising that Eddie had no idea what a twenty-first century radio looked like.

“Oh, no, this is a radio, not a record player. Some people still use records, but those people are called ‘hipsters’ and you wouldn’t like them. But this is a radio, you know what a radio is, right?”

“Yes, Richard, I know what a radio is. I wasn’t born 700 years ago” Eddie groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Jus’ checkin’, jus’ checkin’. So you know how radios work, right? Like … the music is in the air? Radio waves and all that jazz?”

“The music is in the air?!” Eddie spluttered, eyes wide like dinner plates.

“I thought you said you knew what radios were?!”

“Well, I know what they are, I never professed to know how they work”

Richie can’t help but laugh at the expression on Eddie’s face, a picture of exasperation mixed with confusion, and he is semi-horrified by the realisation that he wants to kiss it off Eddie’s face.

Well that’s new.

Richie tries to squash all ghost-kissing desires deep into his brain into a box marked ‘bad idea’ but he knows that that box has a habit of refusing to remain closed and springing open unexpectedly.

In his desperation to sway his attention from Eddie’s grumpy, kissable face, Richie cranks the radio up even further, switching the station to the all-day 80s bangers station he’d found a few weeks ago. Bonnie Tyler’s voice filtered out of the speakers, and Richie lip-synced along with her as she lamented about the fact that she didn’t have a street-wise Hercules. Eddie watched as if transfixed, eyes following the minutia of Richie’s movements but standing on the side lines, not joining in Richie’s one-man dance party.

“Dance with me!” Richie yelled, waving his arms erratically in the air as Bonnie’s voice howled around the room.

“I can’t!”

“You can!”

“I can’t!”

“YOU CAN!” Richie practically screamed, “dance with me, Eds! Please!”

Richie’s pestering finally broke Eddie’s resolve, and just as the song peaked, Eddie started to dance.

Now it was Richie’s turn to gawp.

Eddie threw himself around the room wildly, feet a blur as he alternated between rhythmic walking, jumping and kicking his feet , whilst waving his arms in a jaunty swing, occasionally snapping his fingers or clapping his hands in time with the music.

“You’ve been holding out on me, you sneak! Look at you go!” Richie yelled over the music, hardly moving, just watching Eddie spin and twist and jump.

“I may or may not have been quite the accomplished swing dancer when I was … y’know …” Eddie gasped, mid spin.

“I fuckin’ bet you were! Look at your fancy feet!”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Eddie laughed, performing a particularly complicated piece of footwork, and peeking up at Richie with his tongue caught between his teeth.

“Damn straight, look at us, a couple-a movers and shakers, but damn, Eds, you shake it the best. You gotta teach me.”

Eddie laughed as he span past Richie, and Richie followed him, shimmying his shoulders and shaking his hips in a way that he assumed looked ridiculous, but the way Eddie’s eyes lingered on the swivel of his hips suggested otherwise.

The song finished, and a slow ballad started to play – all slow, smooth guitar and mellow vocals.

Richie, gasping from exertion, stopped dancing, and so did Eddie, who looked exactly the same as he always did, not a hair or piece of fluff out of place.

“How do we dance to this one? It’s a bit slow, Rich”

An idea crashed into Richie’s brain at warp speeds.

“Hang on”

Richie disappeared downstairs, and returned clasping Eddie’s oven mitts in his hands.

“Put these on” Richie instructed Eddie, like he always did, and once Eddie had put the mitts on, he grabbed his hands and placed them on his shoulders.

“We gotta slow dance to songs like this, them’s the rules”

“Uh … but we’re both … you aren’t a … I’m not a woman”

“I won’t tell if you won’t”

Eddie didn’t say anything in response, but he didn’t move his hands, either. Knowing that he couldn’t put his hands on Eddie’s waist like he wanted to, Richie settled for placing his hands over Eddie’s mitts, on his shoulders. They swayed back and forth.

“Are you like me?” Eddie whispered, voice barely loud enough for Richie to hear over the music.

“Depends what you mean by that, Spaghetti. Am I dead? No. Am I a wicked dancer? Yes. You gotta be more specific”

“You are a brute! You know exactly what I mean”

“Do you mean ‘do I fall in love with men’?”

Eddie hesitated for a second, before nodding the affirmative.

“Then yes, I am like you. But I also fall in love with women. I like ‘em both. Greedy like that”

“Is that … is that possible?”

“Sure is, sugar!”

Eddie closed his eyes, and Richie was sure that if Eddie could cry, this would be another occasion where he would be doing so.

“I only … I only fall in love with men. I had – Rupert. We – he died. I never got to say goodbye”

A heavy sort of sadness settled in the room. Eddie’s eyes, downcast and lidded, refused to meet Richie’s. They stood in the middle of the room, touching but not really, dancing but not really, in silence.

“I hate that I can’t hold you, Eddie”

“I hate that you can’t hold me, too”

– X –

Something changed after they danced together. Not a seismic shift, but a small tremor. Eddie told Richie about Rupert, and how they’d lived together in relative sin, and as he spoke, he’d screwed up his face as if willing himself to cry, to feel something. Richie cried enough for the both of them.

A few days later, it was a lazy Sunday, and Richie is listening to a local Scottish radio station sat out on the porch with Eddie in a comfortable silence.

“I don’t know what everyone else’s plans are for the afternoon, but I’m off to have a lovely roast dinner!” the radio host announces, before signing off for the day.

“Oh, I do miss a roast dinner” Eddie announces wistfully, rubbing at his stomach comically.

“What’s a roast dinner?”

“You’ve never had a roast dinner?!”

“Uh… no? Should I have? What is it?”

Eddie abruptly stands up, and walks back into the house, listing off all the components of a roast dinner as he walks. When they get to the kitchen, Eddie marches straight over to the fridge and, without opening it, sticks his head right through the door, before also sticking his left hand straight through the metal, as if the fridge was not a solid object at all. Richie is sure that there will never be a day that he doesn’t find that unbelievably funny.

“You have all the vegetables, but the only meat you have is … this!” Eddie pulls his head back through the fridge door, looking at his hand triumphantly, only to find that his hand is empty.

“I keep forgetting I cannot move things through other solid objects” Eddie deadpans, smacking his forehead in embarrassment.

Richie cackles at him, before moving to open the fridge himself, and seeing a lonely looking peperami lying on the bottom of the fridge. With Eddie’s help, Richie manages to cook the roast dinner without too much issue. The only time Eddie screeches at him is when he pours way too much oil into the roasting pan for the potatoes, but that issue is quickly rectified. After a few hours, the meal is prepared, and Richie plates up feeling overwhelmingly guilty that Eddie can’t share in the meal that he helped to prepare. Eddie assures him that he doesn’t miss eating that much, and ushers Richie into the dining room, where the new dining table stands proudly in the middle of the room. Richie places his plate on the table, before realising that he’d forgotten cutlery and a glass of water. Eddie, who had been standing behind his chair, follows him into the kitchen, walking straight through the table, and babbling nonsense about how Richie was about to experience something truly magical.

When Richie returned to the dining table, he found that his food was now burnt beyond recognition, the fresh vegetables that had been lying on his plate mere seconds ago now transformed into a smoky black sludge.

“What in God’s name …” Richie muttered, staring at the burnt food in disbelief as the cutlery slipped from his hand and fell to the floor with a thud.

Richie looks at Eddie, then back to the ruined food on his plate, then back to Eddie. Without saying anything, he ran back into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of broccoli, before charging back into the living room and throwing the broccoli directly at Eddie’s head.

The broccoli fell to the floor.

Or, more accurately, the broccoli that was now a black, burnt sludge fell to the floor.

“For fucks sake!”

– X –

Richie stays up late that night, sleepy eyes glued to his computer, scrolling through useless website after useless website before he lands on the first thing that looks even remotely promising 16 pages into the google search.

Stanley Uris – Corporeal Reanimator

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #ghost au #property developer au #Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak #ao3 #thefutureisbright

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