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theewritingroomm · 2 years

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Handsy

Summary: Eddie Munson has always been a handsy person. OR The three times Eddie couldn’t keep his hands to himself and the one time you made him. Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: Handsy Eddie, drug use (Marijuana), groping, smut, slight fingering, choking, switch!eddie, masturbation (female), being restrained, A/N: Reader is 18+, Edddie Munson has my whole heart. Smut may be poorly written, I haven't written anything let alone smut in a hit minute. SPOILER FREE FOR VOL. 2. Text divider by: @vecnacurse

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I. Eddie always got a little clingy when he was in a bad mood…

Since the beginning of your relationship with Eddie a handful of things became certain. The first being your spot in Hellfire. Although you did not play yourself you spent every campaign perched on your own ‘throne’ next to Eddie’s

“A queen needs her throne too.” Eddie had told you as he dragged the fluffy armchair into the drama room. And since that day, months ago, you cherished sitting next to Eddie while he DM’ed. To see him so happy and eccentric made your day every time. To see the stress and everyday bullshit melt away from your boyfriend’s face, but sometimes the torment of the week weighed too heavily on Eddie’s mind. On those days he needed you closer than what your chairs allowed.

You knew today was going to be one of those days when you walked into the drama room. Because while the table had already been meticulously put together and sat ready for the day's game, Eddie was sitting nearly sulking on his throne.

“Eds, are you okay?” you asked as you walked into the room.

Eddie looked up as you spoke, allowing you to see the sadness in his eyes and the frown marring his features.

Eddie shook his head as an answer to your question. He didn’t offer much more at the moment. Rather he held out his hand, a silent plea to have you closer. You quickly stepped towards Eddie, placing your hand gently in his. He pulled you down quickly into his lap.

After taking a second to get comfortable you finally stilled. The moment you did Eddie took the opportunity to bury his face into the crook of your neck and allowed his hands to snake around your waist.

“Eddie, what’s wrong?” You asked gently, running your hands through his hair.

He sighed, his hot breath fanning your neck. Eddie placed a quick kiss there before looking up at you. “It’s just been a shitty day and Mrs. O’Donnell’s class is kicking my ass.”

As he spoke Eddie ran his hands along your sides and over your thighs. A thing that you found he did to comfort and ground himself on the bad days.

“I’m sorry Eds,” you spoke softly, placing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

As your lips came in contact with his skin Eddie’s grip on your waist tightened. Effectively pulling you impossibly close to him. You stayed perched on his lap and continued to play with his hair and the threads on his denim vest as the rest of the Hellfire guys tricked into the room. You stayed there long after the game had ended, Eddie’s hand never one leaving its place on your waist.

II. Eddie got handsy when he got high…

Saturday evenings were by far your favorite day of the week. As you often found yourself laying in Eddie’s bedroom while a mixtape he had made swirled around the smoke in the room. More times than not you would find yourself straddled across his lap while he kissed you like his life depended on it.

However, today was showing to be a calmer day than most. One of Eddie’s softer mixtapes played throughout the room. A joint was still being passed between the two of you as you laid with your head in Eddie’s lap, the newest Stephen King novel in your hands. It was peaceful.

But Eddie was starting to get bored.

He passed the joint back to you and watched as you wrapped your lips around the tip and inhaled. Eddie found it nearly erotic to watch you smoke. To watch watch your eyes become heavy and a smile becomes permanently etched across your lips. He thought you looked ethereal, which spurred him on in wanting to fix his boredom.

As you took another drag off the joint Eddie allowed his hands to trail gently over your shoulder. Stopping briefly once he got to the collar of the shirt you wore. A flannel that you had likely stolen from his closet months ago. His right hand toyed with the collar as his left hand began ghosting over the buttons that kept it closed. Eddie paused to watch your face, to gauge your reaction. Upon noticing that you haven’t looked up from your book he decided to continue.

Eddie’s right hand traveled up and down your arm gently, feather light touches that almost don’t feel there. While he let his left hand pop open the handful of buttons that he could reach.

With the buttons of your - his - shirt open he was able to see the curve of your breast before the edge of the shirt blocked his view. He licked his lips at the sight, wanting nothing more than to wrap his mouth around one of your pert nipples. However, in this position it was impossible. So instead, Eddie placed both of his hands gently on your shoulders before trailing them underneath the material of your shirt.

His hands traveled over your collar bones and the swell of your breast before long fingers made quick contact with your nipples. He felt them pebble against his hands as you shivered.

“Is this okay?” he asked, voice low and close to your ear.

You nodded, “Your rings are just cold.”

Eddie hummed at your revelation and allowed himself to continue. His long fingers circled your nipple softly as you continued to read. Gentle flicks and pinches continued and the words on the page became harder and harder to focus on. Until a harsh pinch to your left nipple had you gasping and pushing your chest up into your boyfriend’s hands.

Eddie chuckled lowly in your ear before speaking.

“Why don’t you put that book down baby girl.” He began placing hot, open mouthed kisses to your jaw and neck.

At the low tone in Eddie’s voice you quickly tossed the book to the side. Not caring that you just lost your page.

III. The adrenaline of a show always left Eddie riled up.

When you had started dating Eddie the crowd of regular Corroded Coffin fans grew by one. And you were by far the loudest. Singing every song at the top of your lungs and relishing in the smile on Eddie’s face as you did.

But Eddie always enjoyed the time after the show the most. Because once the last song ended Eddie was quickly jumping off the stage and dragging you off the bar stool that you sat perched upon all night. He would lead you to the less than secluded hallway that led to the restrooms and push you up against the wall.

Trapped between the wall and your boyfriend, your body felt like it was on fire. The wet, hot kisses that Eddie was placing over any piece of exposed skin felt like fire in your veins. His hands pulled at your hair to open your neck up to him and grabbed at your ass underneath your skirt. His fingerprints are likely already forming bruises on the cushiony flesh.

“Fuck baby,” Eddie groaned out as he nipped at your jaw.

He began to push your shirt up, exposing your bra clad chest to him and anyone who decided to walk down the hallway. Not that you cared at the moment.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” teeth sunk into subtle flesh under lace as his large hand grasped roughly at your other breast.

You moaned loudly, arching into him. His tongue gently swiped over the teeth impressions he had left behind. Attempting to soothe the burn left behind.

His hand abandoned your chest to slide gently up to your neck. Long fingers placed pressure on the side of your neck as he continued to assault your chest with his mouth.

“Eddie,” you whined, the pressure he was placing on your neck leaving your head deliciously woozy.

In an attempt to keep you quiet Eddie quickly placed his lip onto yours in a searing kiss. All tongue and teeth as the hand around your throat tightened slightly. You moaned into his mouth and tried to buck your hips against him. Wanting, no needing to alleviate the growing pressure between your thighs.

“You getting needy baby?” Eddie teased as he felt your hips shift. “You want me to touch your pretty pussy in front of the whole bar?”

Soft fingers left your chest and dropped to your thigh exposed by the tiny denim skirt you chose to wear. He gently skimmed them higher and higher until his hand disappeared beneath denim.

“Gotta be a good girl baby. Gotta be quiet. You don’t want anyone to know how dirty my baby girl truly is.”

You whined at his words, earning a pointed glare and a quick squeeze to the throat. All the while he was gently running the cool metal of his rings against the sticky lace covering your core. The cool metal is a stark contrast to the wet heat between your thighs.

“Eddie please,” you whispered. Pleading for him to do something, to do anything.

“Whatcha want baby girl? I can’t help you if you don’t use your big girl words.”

Another wave of heat flooded your core at his words.

“Touch me Eds, please. I need you to touch my pussy.” You begged, not caring if your voice traveled to the rest of the bar.

“Good girl,” Eddie praised. He finally pushed your lace panties to the side and sank two fingers into your heat.

IV. Eddie’s favorite thing to do is touch you, but what if you don’t let him…

Sitting with Eddie on his bed was not out of the norm for your relationship. Neither was you straddling him while the two of you were in nothing but your underwear. However, the thing that was out of the norm was the pair of shiny handcuffs hanging from the tip of your finger.

“You wanna be tied up baby?” Eddie asked from underneath you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

You shook your head gently, watching as a quizzical look flashed across his face. You didn’t let him ask another question. Effectively silencing him as you leaned forward and grabbed his wrists in your hands. Placing them above his head you made quick work to attach the metal to his wrists. The sound of them closing echoing around the room.

“You don’t get to touch me right now.” You spoke, a smirk pulling at your lips as you sat up.

You felt Eddie’s cock twitch in his boxers beneath you.

“That’s not fair baby,” Eddie nearly whined, “Who's gonna show that pretty pussy the attention she deserves?”

You smiled sweetly at Eddie, leaning forward to capture his lips with yours. Eddie quickly tried to take control of the kiss, attempting to snake his tongue into your mouth to show you who was in charge. You swiftly pulled away from the kiss and began to trail soft kisses from the corner of his mouth, down his jaw and to the shell of his ear.

“Me,” You answered his previously asked question, “and you have to sit there and watch. Then I’ll decide if you’ve earned the right to fuck my pussy.”

Eddie groaned, throwing his head back into the pillows beneath him as he bucked his hips trying to alleviate the pressure in his cock. You swiftly put your weight on your knees, removing your pussy from where Eddie wanted it the most.

You sent him one warning glare as you hopped off of the bed to remove your underwear. Once nude climbed back onto the bed and straddled Eddie’s chest. Your bare pussy was mere inches from his face. He could see how puffy and needy your clit was, how siny it was with your arousal.

It was his favorite meal and he was being denied the chance to devour you.

“Baby please,” Eddie pulled at the handcuffs around his wrists, “Let me touch you, I need to feel you baby.”

You didn’t say anything to him as you trailed your hands up from their place on your thighs. Up your stomach and oh so softly over your chest, stopping only when your fingertips brushed against your nipples. Eddie’s eyes were glued to your hands as you grabbed and played with your chest. Pulling at your nipples much in the way he would, only stopping when they pebbled against your fingers.

You trailed on hand back down your body as the other continued to circle and pull at your nipple. Eddie watched the hand that traveled back to your core. Not able to tear his eyes away from you as you dragged one finger through the wetness between your thighs. Moaning gently as you touch your clit.

You gently circled your clit, gradually adding pressure with each pass.

“Eddie,” You moaned, continuing to toy with your clit and chest. “Feels so good, Eds. Wish you could feel it, baby.”

You felt your pussy clench around nothing. You know Eddie saw, sure he was going to spontaneously combust because of it.

“Please baby, I gotta touch you.” Eddie begged, his eyes glued to your core as you slipped two fingers into your tight heat. Pumping them in time with the circles you were rubbing on your clit.

“Eddie,” you moaned, your head thrown back and eyes shut tight.

Eddie knew from the sounds you were making that you were close. And god did he wish he was the one pulling those sounds from you. But as he watched you fuck you own fingers he feels as if he had entered heaven. The delicious squelsh of your pussy sucking in your fingers sounded sweeter than any music Eddie had ever heard. The drip of your arousal onto his chest had his cock straining painfully against the fabric of his boxers.

“Eds, I’m g-gonna c-cum.” you whined as you bucked into your own hand.

“Yeah baby, come for me.” Eddie grinned wildly as you moaned, “Make a fuckin mess baby.”

As soon as the words passed Eddie’s lips you were falling apart. Slick coated Eddie’s chest making his tattoos shiny. As you came down and your breaths evened out you giggled at the look on his face. A look of pure arousal and slight pain sat upon his face as he strained against the handcuffs on his wrists.

Deciding that you had teased the poor guy enough you grabbed the key off of the nightstand. You quickly unlocked one wrist and went to work on the other when Eddie grabbed your waist, the cuffs still attached to one wrist. But he didn't seem to care as he flipped the two of you over. Capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss and his hands grabbed at everything within his reach.

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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Attend the Tale - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie proclaims to theatre nerd!reader that musicals are too happy for him. You then tell him the tale of Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

Note: This is partially because Gaten is currently in the show on broadway, yes, but also because it is one of my favorite musicals of all time and I myself am a huge theatre nerd.

Warnings: spoilers for Sweeney Todd, which has dark themes including bloody violence, murder, and cannibalism.

Words: 2.3k

Hawkins High School likes conventional. It likes when things make sense. For instance, it made sense when Chrissy Cunningham was nominated for Prom Queen, and Jason Carver for Prom King. It made sense that Nancy Wheeler was on track to give the valedictorian speech at graduation at the end of the year. What didn’t make sense—at least from an outsider's perspective—is you and Eddie.

Eddie Munson was all metal, band t-shirts, chunky silver rings, long wild mane, and tattoos. You are not metal. You are costumes, makeup, rehearsing lines and practicing songs for an audition. A theatre nerd, essentially. At night, Eddie blasts Metallica in his room, while you’re playing Andrew Lloyd Webber and attempting to hit the high notes in Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again. The two of you looked like opposite sides of the spectrum. But in reality, you were two sides of the same coin. Both passionate about the music that moves you, embodying the looks of your respective niches.

When you met, there was an initial clash between the two of you over use of the drama room. Yes, it was used for Hellfire meetings, but it was the drama room and Eddie shouldn’t have thrown a fuss if you had to come in and grab a costume that had been left in there earlier. Once the original ire cooled, the two of you found you gelled together quite nicely. Only someone else who has that deep appreciation for music can understand what it’s like to feel the music in your very soul, in every beat of your heart, and every breath you take.

Though there wasn’t a crossover appeal with each other’s music, both you and Eddie could appreciate and respect the other’s taste. Eddie would blast metal in the van on the way home from school, so you’d come to learn some of the songs and point out your favorites to your boyfriend. When the two of you were at your house, a Sondheim or a Rodgers & Hammerstein record would be playing in the background as you makeout on your bed.

Eddie had seen you in the last musical Hawkins High had put on—Into the Woods. The dark take on multiple fairy tales had drawn Eddie in more than he thought it would. Obviously, he had only gone to see you—dragging Dustin along because the curly haired boy was the only one willing to accompany him—but he ended up being honestly impressed by the talent and hard work it takes to put on a show. Hearing you sing as Cinderella had almost moved Eddie to tears, something he would never admit to a soul. But Dustin had noticed and told you when Eddie had gone to the bathroom after the show. You recognized the same dedication and effort in Eddie when you saw him performing with Corroded Coffin.

After you begged Eddie to play The Sound of Music cassette you just bought while you’re driving around one weekend, he comes up with a thought that astounds you.

“You know, musicals are just too happy for me. Everything is always okay in the end, and everyone sings and dances and it’s happily ever after.”

You’re staring at him for a good minute before he notices. He raises an eyebrow at you in question.

“That is so not true!”

“Babe,” Eddie says, knocking the rings of his right hand against the van’s radio. “We’re literally listening to a show that has singing nuns and nazis. And guess what? Everything ends tied up with a bow.”

“First of all,” you say, flopping back in your seat with a huff. “This is based on a true story. So, sorry that the real Von Trapp family escaped the nazis. Secondly, there are plenty of dark musicals. You saw Into the Woods!”

“Yeah, it was dark for fairy tales. I listen to metal. The witch cursing a family doesn’t quite cut it as ‘dark’ for me.”

“West Side Story? It’s tragic!”

“Tragedy and darkness aren’t really the same thing,” Eddie says with a shrug. “I mean, they can be. But they literally have gangs prancing down the street. Sad story, sure. But I wouldn’t say dark.”

You purse your lips in the way that Eddie finds adorable as you look out the window. A cheery song about favorite things playing isn’t helping you come up with any dark musicals.

“Aha! Phantom of the Opera,” you say, turning towards Eddie. “Kidnapping, murder, disfigured character. Dark enough for you?”

“Eh,” Eddie says with a shrug. “The opera part kinda cancels it out for me.”

Just as Eddie’s pulling into your driveway, your face lights up with an idea. Eddie notices it as he pulls the keys out of the ignition, the jingling of them breaking you out of your mini trance.

“Sweeney Todd.”

“Who?” Eddie asks.

“Sweeney Todd!” you repeat, as if just hearing it again will make everything clear to Eddie. Both of you get out of the car and you fumble to get your house keys out of your bag. “The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.”

“Did we switch subjects, or…? Should I know this Todd dude?” Eddie asks as he follows you inside. He kicks his shoes off next to the door just as you do, and you toss your bag onto the closest chair.

“It’s a Stephen Sondheim musical,” you say. “Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.”

“A demon barber?” Eddie asks with a laugh.

Spinning away from him and his dismissive chuckle, you stroll over to your collections of records. Nimble fingers pick through them until you find the one you’re looking for. Eddie just watches as you move to the record player and load up the album. The opening notes start slow at first, then gaining volume, with a haunting quality to the melody. It sounds eerily like music you would hear at a funeral. Then a piercing noise—a scream? a scrape? —slices through the air, startling Eddie. He won’t let you know it just yet, but this already has him intrigued.

Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd

His skin was pale and his eye was odd

He shaved the faces of gentlemen

Who never thereafter were heard of again

“Hmm,” Eddie hums, a smile curling on his lips. “Okay, you’ve got my attention.”

“It’s bloody and gory,” you say, jumping onto your couch. Eddie chuckles as he watches your socked feet move over the gray overstuffed cushions. You hold your hands out in front of you, fingers splayed as you begin to summarize the show in a melodramatic voice. “Sweeney Todd—who is actually named Benjamin Barker—returns to London after being wronged by a judge many years ago. Judge Turpin stole his wife and daughter. Like, literally stole. Not like he seduced her or something, he straight up took her and had her husband sent away.”

Eddie wrinkles up his nose and crosses his arms over his chest. “That’s creepy as hell.”

“Oh, that’s nothing,” you say with a devious smile. As you continue on with the tale, the music playing in the background, you keep walking across the couch, jumping to the adjacent couch as well when you come to the edge. Eddie watches you, an adoring look in his eyes. “So, Sweeney stays with this lady, Mrs. Lovett, who has a pie shop. And he starts up as a barber again, with the goal of getting the judge to come in so he can…” You run your finger across your neck, imitating the slitting of your throat.

“Does he stick the bastard?” Eddie asks, jumping up on the couch you just vacated.

“Hold on, hold on,” you say, shooting him a smirk. “This other dude comes in and recognizes Sweeney back from when he was Barker, so Sweeney kills him. When he and Mrs. Lovett are trying to figure out what to do with the body, she comes up with an idea! But is it too much? Never, for this twisted pair!”

Eddie laughs as he listens and watches. Your eyes are wide, a crazed look there as you describe the warped tale. Even if he wasn’t genuinely enjoying this debauched plot, he would’ve been thoroughly amused by your performance.

“They decide to get rid of the body by grinding him up and putting him in the meat pies!”

“Ugh,” Eddie groans, face full of disgust. “That’s morbid.”

“Told ya,” you say with a proud smirk. “But they don’t stop there. Every man who comes to Sweeney’s shop becomes the new flavor of the day. And the people love the meat pies. They keep selling out of them.”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie says, holding his hands up in front of him. “I concede. This is a dark musical.”

“Thank you,” you say, offering him a dramatic bow. “The dead bodies do not just come out tap dancing or some other cliche, cheesy shit you accuse musicals of. Although now that I’m thinking about that, it would’ve been cool.”

“So, how’s it end?” Eddie asks, jumping over to the couch you’re on.

“Oh, no, no, no,” you say, shaking your head and backing a step away from him. “You’ll have to listen. Wait! See! They’re about to tell you.” You hold your finger to your lips, telling Eddie to be silent so he can hear the final lyrics of the song.

Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd

He served a dark and a vengeful god

What happened then, well, that's the play

And he wouldn't want us to give it away

Not Sweeney

Not Sweeney Todd

The demon barber of Fleet street

Eddie steps forward and tugs on your waist until you’re flush up against him. “You seem to really enjoy this creepy shit.”

“I haven’t even told you the rest,” you say, cupping his face in your hands. “There’s the judge wanting to marry the daughter he stole as well. A beggar woman who goes around asking men if they wanna fuck her. And then there’s Antony and Toby who are precious boys.”

“Jesus,” Eddie says with a laugh. “Might just have to borrow this record.”

“I thought you’d like it,” you say, a satisfied smirk on your lips. “I know my boyfriend’s taste.”

“Yes, you do,” he mumbles as he leans in and presses his lips against yours. The two of you share lazy kisses for a few minutes, just standing there on your couch in the middle of your living room. When you finally break for air, Eddie rests his forehead against yours and lets out a small laugh. “Who would’ve thought I’d find a girlfriend who can match my theatrics?”

“I think I outdo your theatrics, thank you very much,” you say. “In private, anyway. I know I can be my true, authentic weird self with you.”

“I love your weird self,” Eddie says, hands roaming down to your ass.

“And I love you.”

Eddie grins and presses a few more kisses to your mouth.

“Are there any duets in the show?” Eddie asks. “Could learn it and we could sing it together.”

The way your eyes light up at his words has his heart stuttering in his chest. He’d never admit it, but he’d memorize all of Sondheim’s compositions if you wanted him to. Anything for you.

“Yeah,” you say, voice the quietest it’s been this whole time. Before continuing, you clear your throat and blink your eyes a few times. “My favorite song from it is a duet. It’s the one where they decide to put the men into the pies. It’s called A Little Priest.”

You quickly hop off the couch and stop the record. Carefully, you turn it over and place it back down. Your eyes scan the track list printed on the record’s jacket to find the right spot. Placing the needle back down, a surge of pride flows through you as you hear it start playing exactly where you want it to.

Seems a downright shame…

Turning back towards Eddie, you try to emulate Mrs. Lovett. Kind of crazy, but even crazier for the man in front of her. That part you have down perfectly. The fond look Eddie is giving you makes your tummy all fuzzy and your head all light. Knowing that not only can you be completely and unabashedly yourself around Eddie, but that he actually loves you like that still boggles your mind.

The song is funny, filled with puns and jokes, and you sing through the lyrics with ease. As the long song comes to its end, you step up on the coffee table and use it as your stage. Closing your eyes, you throw your arms in the air dramatically as if you’re riding a roller coaster.

We'll not discriminate great from small!

No, we'll serve anyone,

Meaning anyone,

And to anyone

At all!

Eddie claps as you finish belting the last note, and your face warms at his praise. A shy giggle escapes you as you curtsy on top of the table. Your boyfriend hops down from the couch and wraps both of his arms around your legs. He flops backwards so he’s lying on the couch, pulling you along so you’re on top of him.

“You’re so damn cute,” Eddie says.

“Takes one to know one, Munson,” you say, finger coming up to boop the tip of his nose.

“I feel like I’m gonna have to take you to Broadway as a graduation gift,” Eddie muses.

“Baby,” you whine, shaking your head. “You don’t have to do that.”

“You don’t wanna take a trip with me?” he asks, jutting out his bottom lip in his most adorable pout. The big cow eyes only add to it.

“Of course I do,” you say. “Not letting you buy me a trip for graduation, though!”

“Fine,” Eddie says with a sigh. “What if it’s a gift for both of us? We go up together over the summer? Huh?” He grins and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “You, me, whatever shows you want, then a nice big hotel bed at night. I won’t pay for everything, I promise.”

A giggle bubbles out of you and you rest your head in the crook of Eddie’s neck. “Sounds perfect, Eddie.”

“I love you, my little theatre nerd.”

“I love you, my adorable metal head.”

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ijustwanttoreadfanfiction · 1 year

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Friendly Sex - Chapter 8 - The Visit

First of all, I want to apologise for the delay in posting. This chapter kicked my ass, I wanted to cover a lot of ground and this must be the 8th version but I'm still not 100% happy with it, had to happen at some point.

Secondly this covers topics that will likely be uncomfortable for some people, involving a manipulative step-parent and abandonment issues. If anyone needs to talk about this subject, my ask box is open.

Chapters warnings: MDI (18+ only), mentions of smut, explicit language, adult themes, drug use, abusive step-father, emotional manipulation.

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Tuesday 20th May 1986

You’re holed up in the back of Eddie’s van, straddling his lap, furiously making out whilst Touch Too Much - AC/DC plays. It was a habit you had gotten into over the past few weeks, one of many habits actually. Eddie along with the rest of Corroded Coffin played a regular gig every Tuesday evening at The Hideout, you had found it was as good a place as any to hook up, particularly when the regular audience was made up of ten drunks and the bar staff. Eddie had threatened Gareth and Jeff into sworn silence about your sudden presence under pain of death, exile etc etc.

“I should be getting home soon.” You whisper against his lips, Eddie answers by holding your hips tighter, grinding you down harder.

“Five more minutes sweetheart.” He murmurs breathlessly, sucking at the sensitive spot on your neck, since that night at the trailer it's become something of a catchphrase for him; always wanting five more minutes between your thighs, five more minutes of fooling about in the Drama club costume closet, five more minutes of hammering into you.

“You’ve already had ten.” You sigh without any trace of reproach, grabbing his face to bring him back to your lips, feeling him grin.

“I’m just making the most of my time.” He says, kneading the flesh of your ass. “Seeing as you’re abandoning me this weekend.”

“I’m not abandoning you, I'm going to visit my mom, you know, the Queen of Abandonment.” You mumble, feeling your mood plummet as it had been prone to doing the last couple of days. Eddie had made a valiant effort in listening to and trying to soothe the various worries you had about your upcoming trip to Chicago, how it couldn’t be for anything good, having to spend time with Philip, watching the twins enjoying the life you once had before it was all messed up.

“Hey,” Eddie cups your cheek. “It’s just for four days, you’ll be home again before you know it.”

You nod, fiddling with the black stone ring on his right hand, allowing yourself to be coddled as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“C’mon princess, let’s get you home.” He hums.

-------------------------------------------------------------------Wednesday 21st May 1986

Wednesday nights were Hellfire Club nights, with Eddie being decidedly occupied, you had invited Robin over to hang out and compare English notes before your final in a few weeks. Both of you laying on your bed, feet at opposite ends, heads meeting in the middle over a pile of paperwork. You heave a heavy sigh, correcting a sentence, trying to ignore the slight twinge in your back. Despite promising to get you home, you and Eddie had gotten carried away last night, which led to you bouncing on his dick in the driver’s seat of the van, the steering wheel as it turns out was not the most comfortable thing to lean against.

“So, you seeing Eddie later?” Robin asks nonchalantly, highlighting something in her book.

“No, tomorrow.” You reply, distracted by a tricky paragraph.

At first it’s like white noise, a dull fuzzy sound filling your ears, but then her words and your admission sink in, turning so quickly to face her you crick your neck; she’s grinning wide enough that you think her cheeks might split.

“What?” You squeak, feeling all the colour drain from your face. “We’re not - how?” You feel sick.

“Got three words for you babe, closed circuit television.” She says like a cat that’s got the cream. “I saw you both on the security monitor when he came into the store a couple of weeks ago.”

Your heart was in your mouth, or your ass, one of the two. How could you have been so stupid? Keith had specifically had camera’s put in after the adult section was opened, which happens to be right next to the Sci-Fi shelves.

“YOU’VE KNOWN FOR A COUPLE OF WEEKS?!” You shout incredulously before remembering your dad is downstairs, dropping your volume to a frantic hiss. “Oh my god Robin, why haven’t you said anything?!” You ask freaking out, hiding your head in your hands.

“I was waiting for the right time.” She reasons calmly like you’re discussing the weather, not your deepest darkest secret. “So what’s happening?”

“Nothing is happening, we kissed, once, that was it.” You say in complete denial.

“Bullshit, I saw you getting into his van the Saturday before last and on Monday you turned up to my practice smelling of weed with twigs in your hair and huge hickey.” She looks extremely pleased with herself, whilst you’re still trying to stop yourself from spiralling into a full blown panic attack. “So, are you together?” She asks.

“No.” You say shortly, huffing in annoyance when she gives you a look that screams ‘liar’. “I’m telling the truth Rob, we’re not together.”

“Soo, what then?” She presses, taking your hand in hers. “You can tell me, I won’t judge.”

You bite your lip, in the month you and Eddie had been hooking up it had often occurred to you that your agreement may become public knowledge, you’d had enough close shaves with the Principal Higgins/Fred Benson incident, and the first time Gareth walked in on you both the men’s room of The Hideout. But now it came to actually talking about it, you were terrified.

“It was the night of the party.” You mutter quietly. “I was upset about Steve, Eddie was out in the garden and we got talking, turns out he’s got it bad for Chrissy Cunningham.”

Robin does a very poor job at hiding her amusement, but presses her lips into a tight line, gesturing for you to continue.

“It’s your fault actually.” You jibe at her. “I told him that you thought I just needed to get laid in order to get over Steve, one thing led to another and we…” You trail off giving her a pointed look.

“You had sex in the garden?” She gasps.

“More like the street.” You wince at the confession, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“God damn.” She breathes. “Again not judging.” She adds quickly, holding her hands up in defence.

“After that we sort of made a pact.” You say.

“What kind of pact?” Robin asks, she’s near shaking with curiosity, but you can tell she’s trying to keep a handle on it for your sake.

“The kind of pact where we’ve been having lots of ‘casual’ sex.” You don’t know why you do air quotation marks around the word casual.

“And there I was thinking you were just using sex to pay for drugs.” She whispers, effectively stunned, you shove her insulted and you both burst into a fit of giggles. “So the mystery guy has been Eddie Munson the whole time?”

“Uh, huh.” You say, still giggling, some weird hysterical euphoria gripping you now you’ve told someone. You collapse back on the bed, Robin joining you so you’re staring up at the ceiling, holding hands like you did when you were little.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” You sigh, giving her hand a squeeze. “I didn’t want you to think less of me.”

“Babe, I was in love with Tammy Thompson, a literal muppet. I could never think less of you.” She says, pressing your foreheads together with a soft smile. “So - is he good?”

You nod, exhaling heavily and she whistles.

"It's always the freaks." She laughs, sounding thoroughly impressed.

You think about how much lighter you feel with Robin now in the picture, but the stress of keeping it a secret from the rest of Hawkins still lies heavy on your mind.

"Rob -" You say seriously. "-Steve can't find out. He'd kill Eddie." Robin bobs her head in solemn agreement, whilst making a movement across her mouth, an imaginary zip.

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Thursday 22nd May 1986

You’re busy packing your gym bag ready for your flight tomorrow, when your bedroom landline rings, you grab the whole phone shoving the receiver between your shoulder and neck.

“Hello?”

“Hey princess.” Eddie’s voice crackles through the speaker, and you try to ignore the immediate smile that creeps across your face.

“Hi.” You reply, grabbing a few pairs of clean socks with your free hand.

“Good day?” He asks, with a slight yawn.

“Eddie you literally saw me -” You check your watch, laughing “- four hours ago.”

“A lot can happen in four hours sweetheart -” He reasons and you can almost hear his devious grin. “- a person could get up to anything.”

“Oh yeah like what?” You goad, shoving your Hawkins High sweater into the bag.

“Well, I for one have played guitar, made some Kraft Mac & Cheese and jerked off.” He says, sounding incredibly pleased with himself.

“Wow, that is impressive.” You deadpan.

“I know, I did have some difficulty with the jerking off though, nothing feels as good as your tight pussy anymore.” He teases, and even though you’re alone in the house you still get flustered, almost dropping the phone.

“Ed’s you gotta stop.” You say sternly but the effect is lost when you start laughing again.

“What time is your flight again?” He asks, and you can tell from the change in his tone that he's trying to behave himself.

“3pm.” You sigh, chucking a pair of converse on top of the bag.

“It’ll be ok sweetheart.” He reassures you, before clearing his throat, devilish Eddie back in play. “Now get on the bed and talk dirty to me.”

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Friday 23rd May 1986

You hate flying, and have always preferred to take the train but your mom doesn’t understand why you would want to take a five hour journey over a one hour journey. You stand awkwardly outside the main terminal at O’Hare, glancing at your watch every five minutes until you hear two little excited screams heading your way. The twins.

Your half brother and sister are on you before you can blink.

“Oh my god, look at you guys you’ve gotten so big!” You exclaim, lifting Heidi up as Paul clings to your legs. “Where’s Mommy?”

Paul points back in the direction they sprang from, your mom bustling along in high heels, hair perfectly coiffed.

“Darling!” She calls happily, reaching you slightly out of breath, placing a quick kiss to your cheek. “You’re so pale!” She cries standing back to observe you.

“I’m fine Mom, there was just some turbulence when we were landing.” You sigh, hitching Heidi more securely to your hip as you pick your bag with some difficulty, Paul wanting to hold your hand at the same time. “No Phil?” You ask as you walk back towards her car, the kids chattering away over each other so you only pick up every other word.

“He got called into work, but he should be home for dinner this evening.”

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After a manic afternoon of playing with Heidi and Paul, you’re taking a break before dinner, reading 'The Colour Magic' as loaned to you by Eddie. Perched on the plastic wrapped sofa in the fussy living room you feel distinctly out of place, everything in your Mom’s house is pristine, coasters on every surface, fresh flowers adorning each room, shoes off at the door so as not to ruin the shag carpet, even the magazines in the rack were alphabetized. You imagined taking her round to Eddie’s, she’d probably faint.

You hear the kids suddenly shouting in excitement, obviously Philip is home, he rounds the door and you instinctively tense up, both of you looking at each other with open dislike.

"Hello Y/n, how was your trip?" He greets you stiffly, like there's a broom up his ass.

"Fine thank you, how was work?" You ask so overly polite you sound near robotic.

"Busy. Heidi tells me you gave her and Paul some candy?" It's so prompt and accusatory you're amazed he bothered even saying hello; a new record in his self-restraint at criticizing you. You mark your place carefully in the book before trusting yourself to respond.

"Just some Red Vines I had in my bag." You reply as measured as possible.

"The children don't usually have candy, particularly not this close to dinnertime." He chastises, and you can tell he wants you to apologize, you can see it in his hard stare, the way his jaw ticks.

"My mom said it was fine." You say, rising to move past him.

"She was humouring you, next time respect our rules." He says bluntly, grabbing your bicep none too gently. "Every time you're here you cause trouble, my children do not need your bad influence."

You yank your arm out of his grasp, about to respond when a small voice interrupts.

"Mommy says dinner is ready " Paul mumbles, little face hovering by the doorway, his expression worried. You scoop him up, leaving the room and Phil at speed.

"C'mon Paulie, let's eat."

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You were rattled, Phil's grip still feeling like it's curled tightly around your arm, as your mom passes the salad bowl to you.

"Looks great Mom." You say looking at the food on your plate.

"Moussaka darling, Phil and I had it in Greece last year." She smiles blissfully at the memory. "I like to make it for special occasions, and what's more special than having you to stay." She reaches over to give your hand a quick squeeze.

"So Y/n, how are your studies?" Philip asks you, pouring himself a big glass of red wine, like he hadn’t physically restrained you ten minutes ago.

"I have two finals left and that's it." You say taking a sip of milk, thinking you'd much rather have the wine.

"And your college applications?"

"I’m uh - taking a year or two out, save up some money, maybe travel for a bit…?” You hesitate, feeling diminished in his presence.

“That’s quite an ambitious plan, particularly on your salary I would imagine.” He says smarmily, and you feel your temper rise. “Or were you planning on asking your mother and I to fund you?”

“I don’t need your help, I save everything I make.” You spit out between clenched teeth.

“We know darling, Philip is just teasing you.” Your mum reassures but you can see the high flush of colour on her cheeks, a sign that she’s stressed.

“I actually thought I could come up a bit more often once I graduate, maybe once a month, give you two a break from the kids, take them out to the cinema and things.” You say, speaking directly to your mom. Smiling as Heidi and Paul both gasp and bounce up and down excitedly in their seats at the prospect.

“Oh that’s very nice of you darling but -”

“- we won’t be here.” Philip’s voice cuts across your Mom’s like a knife.

“What do you mean?” You ask, your mom suddenly finding it difficult to meet your eyes.

“We’re moving sweetie.” She says quietly.

“To Sydney.” Philip chimes in, a broad smirk on his face.

“As in - Australia?” Your voice shakes as you look between them. “But, that’s so far away...” Your stomach drops in a sick swooping motion.

“It’s a big change, but an exciting one. Phil has a new job, and they’re paying almost double what he's on now.” Your mom says, trying to inject some excitement back into the room, but she falters under your tearful gaze.

“What about me?” You ask in a small voice.

“You’ll still be able to come out darling.” She soothes.

“Not to Australia, Mom! There's no way Dad can afford it.” You shout, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly.

“We’ll pay you for you sweetie -.”

“- no we won’t Evelyn, we agreed, she either pays her own way or she doesn’t come.” Philip snaps, the following silence suffocating around the small dining table.

“Did -did you agree to that?” You ask, your heart breaking into a million pieces, noticing Heidi was silently crying opposite you.

“Well not in so many words, we just thought, Philip suggested that maybe you could contribute something -'' She trails off, looking at Philip for support who simply sips his wine, looking impassive.

“Mom, how am I going to see you? The tickets will be close to a thousand dollars!” You cry, feeling like you’re ten all over again, begging her not to go.

“Well I guess you should start saving then.” Philip mocks and you feel yourself break, eight years of hatred pouring out.

“You fucking asshole.” You snap, hands shaking as you kick your seat out from under you . “What? You weren’t happy enough that you took her from me the first time so now you’re going to take her to the other side of the world?!”

“You watch your mouth you little bitch.” He shouts back, slamming his fist into the table, Heidi and Paul both openly crying as your mom tries to soothe them.

“M-mom?!” You sob desperately needing her to back you up, but she doesn’t even look at you.

You rush away from them to the spare room locking the door, feeling like you’re going to pass out, choking on your tears. You grab the phone and dial.

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Eddie was having an incredibly delightful evening, Wayne was working, he had left over lasagne, a couple of beers, a bong ready to go, the only thing missing was you.

He could have sworn while he was jerking off earlier that he could smell your perfume on his pillow and it had sent him wild, he wanted nothing more than to rail you into the mattress but you weren’t here, he wouldn’t see you until Tuesday at the earliest and it was torture.

He was just about to start watching The Shining when the phone rang, probably Reefer Rick wanting to offload some shit.

“Yeah?”

There was silence at first, enough that he was ready to hang up when he heard a tiny sniffle

“Eddie?” The panic that washed over him was instantaneous, hearing you call his name in a cracked voice.

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” He asks frantically, already tugging on a Reebok before remembering you were in Chicago.

“S-she’s - leaving me.” You cry, it sounds like you’re breaking your damn heart.

“Who?”

“My Mom.” You sob, Eddie can hear how hard you’re breathing, he’s worried you’re going to have a panic attack.

“Sweetheart, I need you to calm down for me, ok?” He paces on the threadbare carpet feeling completely useless as you just cry harder, little whimpering sounds escaping you. “Can you take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth, can you do that for me princess?”

He hears your breath stutter slightly, but then you inhale shakily.

“That’s it, in through your nose, and out through your mouth.” He finds himself doing it with you, the hand that’s not holding the phone rising up and down, it’s about another minute before Eddie feels that you’re stable enough to talk again.

“What’s happened baby?” He asks gently.

“They’re moving to Australia.” You say thickly. “Mom, the kids and Philip.” You spit the name out like it’s poison.

“Shit.” Eddie says heavily, and he’s irritated with himself that he can’t think of anything better to say. “I’m so sorry sweetheart.”

“She doesn’t love me.” You sound so sad, hating that he can’t wrap you up in his arms.

“Hey, that’s not true.” He insists.

“Then why does she find it so easy to keep leaving me?” You ask, voice cracking into tears once more.

“Because people do stupid hurtful shit princess, even to the ones we love.” Great he was sounding like a fucking hallmark card.

“I just wanna go home.” You whimper. “Everything is so fucked up. I wish I'd never come here, I just wanna be home with you.” You say it so quietly that at first he thinks he’s misheard, but the way his heart stopped said differently. “I-I miss you Eds”

You can’t miss him, surely? What was there to miss? You guys had a good time, sure, but he didn’t give you anything that you couldn’t get elsewhere. You just wanted comfort, you were far from home, going through hell. You probably didn’t want to put your dad through it so you rang him, but you could have called Robin? Maybe even Harrington? He ignored the spike of jealousy at the thought of Steve comforting you instead of him.

“Eddie, are you still there?” You sniffle. Shit, way to fucking go Munson, just give her the silent treatment whilst she’s pouring her heart out.

“Y-yeah, I'm here sweetheart… I miss you too.” He breathes, shaking the nervous energy out of his hands, he wants to expand, tell you how much he misses you when he hears a loud banging in the background and a muffled voice, possibly a man’s.

“Fuck off Philip I'm on the phone -” The banging continues, Eddie hears you grunt followed by a dull thud, he assumes you’ve thrown something against the door, followed by more muffled yells. “-yeah well you can bill me and upgrade your seats to first class you prick!” You shout back.

“Cunt.” You mumble, and Eddie can’t help but laugh, you let out a wry huff.

“Ed’s I'm gonna have to go.” You say, sounding miserable once more.

“Will you be ok?” He’s worried about how volatile Philip the Cunt was, ready to drive through the night to get you if wanted to.

“Yeah, I'm gonna run Phil’s phone bill up some more, call my Dad. Maybe get a flight back tonight.” You heave a sigh of exhaustion.

“I’ll see you soon sweetheart.” He promises.

“Counting on it Munson.”

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queenimmadolla · 1 year

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Ok but question about my favourite family in the whole world. How would Eddie and the reader react if one day Penny comes back home from kindergartens all happy saying that she has "boyfriend"? Because while I can see the reader acting all interesting and say "He shared his food with you? Oh it must be true love then", I can totally see Eddie acting all silly (like Penny would describe him) and by being the perfect drama queen he always is would say things like "but I thought I was your boyfriend" and things like that.

I'm so curious to know what you think of this and what you think their reaction would be 😅❤️

OMG, okay so Penny might as well punch him in the balls because Eddie would fall to his KNEES. That is his baby girl. Reader is like whatevs cause penny bullies boys into liking her back and she’d rather her go through that phase while she’s this young as opposed to upper elementary levels. Plus, she enjoys the joy Penny seems to have about talking about it, Reader ain’t looking forward to having to comfort her daughter in the future when she experiences heartbreak (cause her hearts gonna break, too) so she’ll be happy to entertain all the innocent puppy love, it goes a lil sumn like dis

“Daddy, what are you doin?” She’d laugh as she watched him, splayed face down on the livingroom floor.

He’d groan and writhe and she’d kneel down to rub his back and sooth him even though she was completely aware her daddy was being silly again, her little mouth stretched into the biggest smile.

Eddie would let out the most dramatic of gasps when he’d stop his bit to peek his eye open and catch sight of it, “You’re smiling? You just ended my world and you’re smiling?!”

“No!” Penny laughed out, “I din’t end it!”

“You did,” Eddie was quick, arms reaching out to snatch her waist and yank her down with him while your mini-me shrieked with joy, “And for that, my offspring, you must pay.”

“No, no, no!” She grunted out between giggles, trying to squirm her way out of Eddie’s grasp since she knew what was coming.

“Oh, yes. Here comes. . . MR. CLAW!” He bellowed out, voice deepened for effect and Penny’s shrieks heightened in pitch as Eddie’s hand stiffened to resemble a claw before he began his tickle assault on her tummy and sides where she was most ticklish (actually, she was most ticklish on her armpits but that made her pee, Eddie wouldn’t be making that mistake again).

Penny was practically convulsing, little limbs contorting to try and escape her ‘punishment’ as she laughed and screamed.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with them, and your laugh intensified when baby Wayne joined in, his laugh so obviously fake and forced, from his high chair while you made him and Penny a snack to keep them satisfied until dinner was ready.

Penny had told you all about her little ‘boyfriend’ when you’d picked her up from school. You’d indulged her, overly enthused in your replies (‘Oh, he let you color with him and he got you a stuffed bear?’ She’d demanded one, ‘I guess we better go pick something out for him, too, yeah?) but you were more amused than anything. Your daughter’s favor was fleeting for the most part, you were positive she liked the idea of having a boyfriend more than actually having some little boy dote on her because this boyfriend was her fifth so far into the school year and she was only three months in.

And you’d been informed by her teacher that Penny would literally chase them around the playground and classroom until they were forced to agree to be her boyfriend (but she’d shy away from one boy in particular, usually refusing to interact with him when he’d approach her, interesting).

Then a week later you got to hear about how Stanley ‘pickeded his nose, mom! And then—and then ate it!’, so she told him he wasn’t her boyfriend anymore.

You were sure this one would be no different and you also had a sneaking suspicion that Eddie’s reaction also played a part in whether Penny would have a ‘boyfriend’ that week or not.

“You gonna break up with him?” Eddie asked, smirking as he continued to tickle her.

“No!” Penny refused, face darkening with how hard she was laughing.

“Break up with him,” Eddie goaded, his tickle attack seizing to allow her to catch her breath. Penny was practically heaving, her hair a mess from all her wiggling and the torturous tickles she’d endured, yet she still proved herself to be a Munson.

“No, daddy.” She whispered out in defiance, mouth breaking into another smile as she tensed her body to prepare for an incoming wave of tickles.

Instead, Eddie cradled her in his lap and pressed his forehead to her sweaty one with a pout, “Thought you were gonna grow old with me, little bitty pretty one?”

“But yer already old, daddy.”

The pain on Eddie’s face looked authentic and though you were sure she didn’t mean it as an insult, it hurt you too.

Eddie rolled onto his side, again taking Penny with him as he curled into the fetal position.

“That’s it. You’ve gone and done it. You’re not allowed to date until you’re married.”

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seno99 · 2 years

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Eddie: this is my boyfriend, Steve, and this is Steve’s boyfriend, Billy. (#OT3)

Eddie and Billy picking on Steve for being a drama queen and just being the chaotic duo

Eddie getting Billy unwillingly into D&D and crushing every campaign

Billy being soft for Steve—but especially soft for Eddie

Billy being a chaotic gay disaster

Steve being annoyed with his two idiot™️ boyfriends

Group cuddles in at Joyce’s house

Steve really wants to pull on Billy’s hair but is scared he’ll get screamed at—Billy allows it one night, grabbing Steve’s hand and putting against his scalp because he secretly loves people playing with his hair

Eddie and Billy like to braid each other’s hair

Billy is really insecure but finds comfort in talking to Will, and talks to him about Will’s emotions towards Mike—Billy becomes Will’s second big brother

Eddie and Billy bonding over their love for heavy metal and rock music—going to concerts together and dragging Steve along with them

Billy being overprotective of Steddie and the kids, especially Will

Eddie being able to calm Billy down with just a small touch

Steve being the mother hen as always, Billy being the fun but stern dad, Eddie being the fun uncle in the gang

Billy and Steve beating the shit outta the Jock Squad for trying to harm Hawkins Gang while Eddie eats popcorn in the background

I really need ot3 fics. So bad.

#steddingrove #ot3 #stranger things #stranger things 4 #headcanon #fic ideas #steddie #harringrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #billy hargrove #will byers

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metalmonki · 1 year

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I Want To Ruin Our Friendship

eddie munson x fem!reader

1.6k word count

summary you've been friends with Eddie since you were 5 but discovered it was the love of your life. You want more with Eddie but don't know if he feels the same. Will you ruin the friendship to find out?

fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers

warnings none

Note this is my first post on here so be nice. I haven't written anything in like 7 years so I'm pretty shitty. Unedited work ahead, written in one sitting if you don't like it then bite me. If you want more let me know and I'll keep going!

Part 2!

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We had become fast friends, Eddie and I. He was the first kid my age I had seen when my mother had moved us to the tiny speck on the map that was Hawkins. I was 5 years old, and my parents had just divorced. My mother had decided that a move would be the best thing for us both. ‘A fresh start with new faces and opportunities,’ she said. Not that I cared at 5. All she could find was a caravan at the local caravan park. That is where I met Eddie. He lived in the caravan next to mine. He had burst out of his front door and leapt over the steps in pure excitement when he saw me.

“Edward Munson” He smiled, holding out his hand

“y/n y/l/n,” I smiled back

The rest, as they say, was history. Eddie and I joined at the hip from that day on. Even when, much to both our disappointment, my mother had purchased a lovely house in town just after my 12th birthday. Eddie teased me relentlessly for weeks, faining hurt over how I was ‘leaving the lowly peasants to live in your castle clad with luxury.’ Always the drama queen. We still saw each other at school during the week, and I would often bike to his trailer on the weekend, or he would come to my place so we could play D&D with our other friends. Then my teenage years hit, and something changed. It started just after my 14th birthday. I started viewing Eddie differently. He was still my best friend, but suddenly, even the slightest glimpse of him sent butterflies flying in my stomach. I had brought this up with my mother, careful not to let slip that it was Eddie that I was talking about. “Oh, your first crush, how cute,” my mother had squealed. A crush? On Eddie? I couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t supposed to crush on my best friend, yet here I was 6 years on, still stuck on the same guy. Eddie freaking Munson. My mum had said I would get over my crush soon enough and be on to the next cute guy at school, but the days turned to weeks, the weeks to months and the months to years, and I was still stuck on Eddie. Every fibre of my being knew Eddie was my soulmate, but Eddie was a loose cannon. I knew he wouldn’t be able to settle for one chick. I tried dating other guys but didn’t feel anything for them. It got to the point where Eddie started keeping track of who I was with just to mock me with them later.

Gave my virginity to Steve Harrington and broke up a month later.

Had a short-lived relationship with Gareth.

Spent one night with Billy Hargrove, Hawkins’s resident bad boy.

Jason, Jonathan, Argyle, the list goes on. After yet another boring shift with Steve and Robin at Family Video, I came home to an empty house and a note from my mum on the fridge. Gone on a girl’s weekend with Joyce, left money in my room, enjoy! I wanted so bad to call Eddie and ask him to spend the weekend, but I convinced myself to call Robin instead.

“Hello, Buckley residence”, Robin answered

“Hay Robin, want to spend the weekend at my place? My mum went on some weekend away with Joyce” I cringed as I realised I had rambled a bit

“Hay y/n, I would love to, but I already made plans with Steve. Apparently, his dweeb friends want to break into Hawkins lab for some stupid reason.”

“Probably trying to play Ghostbusters again”, I chuckled

“No doubt, Steve wants to ensure they are safe.”

“Aw, is poor Mummy Steve panicked about his little babies.” I burst out laughing

“I will tell Steve you said that” Robin laughed along. “Why don’t you ask Eddie to stay with you?” Robin asked once we had calmed down

“Eddie has been seeing someone random chick and hasn’t really had time for me, you know?” I sighed

“Not from what Nancy said”

“What did Nancy say?” My stomach did a summer sault

“Nancy was dropping Mike at Max’s and saw Eddie tossing a chick and her stuff out of his trailer. Apparently, he looked pretty pissed.”

“Still, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Come on, y/n, if this is to do with you crushing on Eddie, then you need to suck it up and tell the man already.”

“I’m tired. I think I’m going to go change and go to bed, okay” I said quickly, changing the topic

“Whatever, but you can’t get all butt hurt when he moves on to the next girl”, Robin blurted out before I hung up the phone.

Sighing, I dragged myself up the stairs and to my room. I pulled off my work uniform, tossing it into the corner before retrieving an oversized Van Halen shirt and shorts from the cupboard. I then sat staring at my phone, thinking about everything Robin said. Before I could stop myself, I had my phone in hand, and Eddie’s number was dialled. I panicked when Eddie answered.

“Hello,” Eddie said, clearly frustrated

“Hay Eddie, sorry your clearly busy I’ll just let you be”, I mumbled out, going to hang up

“No, y/n, wait, it’s good to hear your voice” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I was starting to think you have forgotten all about me, the lowly peasant in his humble trailer.”

“Well, I have not, lowly peasant. I was actually calling to summon thee to my castle of luxury for the weekend if you wanted to; that is,” I giggled

“Wait, really? But what about your mum?” Eddie asked shocked

“She went for the weekend, and you know I hate being alone.”

“Say no more, sweetheart, for your knight in shining armour is on his way in his noble steed once I find the keys.” I could help but giggle more

“See you when you get here” I smiled

As soon as the phone hung up, I immediately became bored and panicked. I was going to spend the weekend here with Eddie. Multiple scenarios started to play through my head. What if he hadn’t broken up with his girlfriend, and she found out he stayed here? What if I let it slip that I like him more than a friend should, and he doesn’t feel the same way? Would it ruin our friendship? Rather than continue to panic, I opted to grab my guitar and work on a new song hoping it would keep me distracted until Eddie got here.

Eddie, darling, you’re my best friend,

But there are a few things that you don’t know of,

Why I borrow your jacket so often,

I’m using your shirt as a pillowcase

I wanna ruin our friendship,

We should be lovers instead,

I don’t know how to say this,

‘cause your really my dearest friend

A knock at the front door pulled me out of my thoughts. I dropped my guitar on my bed and dashed down the stairs. I tore open the front door and tossed myself at Eddie. He chuckled, catching me in his arms with ease.

“Missed me?” Eddie chuckled

“I have; it’s like you barely have any time for me since you started seeing what’s her face.” I scrunch my face up at the thought

“Oh yeah, well, Chrissy and I are over” Eddie took a step back

“Sorry to hear; want to tell me about it?” I asked, seeing Eddie was clearly hurt by it

“She wanted me to choose her or you, so I chose you” Eddie smiled

“Why me?” my voice caught in my throat

“Because any girl that can’t accept my best friend isn’t worth my time.”

My heart audibly broke. I’m unsure what I expected to hear, but it certainly wasn’t that. I told Eddie to put his stuff in my room while I ordered a Pizza for us for dinner. Eddie made some crack on his way to the stairs about us needing to pick a horror movie because it would make the Pizza taste better. I placed the Pizza order and went to pick a movie since Eddie was taking his sweet time. It was between A Nightmare on Elm Street and Friday the 13th. I took both movie choices and walked up the stairs to my room, looking for Eddie.

“Okay, so we have 2 choices here Friday the 13th or….” I looked up to Eddie

He sat on my bed, holding my book in his hands, reading over my lyrics. I froze, dropping both tapes. He raised his head to look at me, a look of confusion spread across his face. He glanced back to the page and back to me. I dropped my head in shame; I knew our friendship was ruined.

“Ed, I’m sorry”, I whispered

I turned and ran from the room. I ran out the front door heading for the only safe place I knew.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson the love of my life

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𝐓𝐀𝐆 (𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄) 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

Got tagged by @hedgewyse whom I was very happy to get to know better via this tag game, thanks a lot! Sorry it took so long to respond, I needed to get on tumblr on the laptop where I can actually type up text and I had a lot of things going on this past week that kept me LOL.

Favourite colour: Blue.

No explanation, not particular reason why, it’s just always been blue. All shades from deep purple to almost white. But I have a special place in my heart for the word ‘turquoise’, which I feel is just so the most.

Currently reading: Oh good gosh, my open doc reading list is so long, I will constrain myself to the most recent things...

“(Love is)The second oldest profession” The 9-1-1 Buck/Eddie pornstar!AU I knew I needed but kept for a special occasion

I’m also reading “Achtsam Morden” a national German bestseller and the first actual like physical book I’ve picked up in probably four years. It’s hilarious and murdery and perfect

I’m listening to “Blood & Paper” by Kevin Hearne (whom I recently got to meet at a book signing event when he was visiting here and a friend asked me to spontaneously tag along - best decision in ages) Love the audiobook version read by Luke Daniels, he’s a whizz with the accents.

“Hide the drums (there’s fire in the sky)” latest installment of the Magical Marriage Ribbons-Verse, the Untamed Mega Saga, for which the author starandrea has been posting a chapter every day since May 31st 2020, so 805 consecutive days as of now without missing ONE. It boggles the mind. (I’ve started reading when the verse was ... oh I think about three parts in, I haven’t missed one too since then)

Last song: “The Greatest Show on Earth” - Nightwish, it’s my soundtrack for my daily yoga practice (no I am in fact not joking), so it doesn’t really count last leisure listening was the soundtrack of ‘Robin Hood - Das Musical’

Last series: Ooofff... ok, so many balls in the air at the same time. I’m watching “The Sandman” of course, as you do and loving it. Also “Extraordinary Attorney Woo” which is THE MOST(tm). Recently finished my rewatch and catch-up of “Manifest” and rewatched a couple of episodes of The Devil Judge with a friend who just started and that I got into it, remembering why I can’t be normal about those boys (and how delightful it is to rewatch with someone experiencing sth for the first time). Of course went down the magnificent and batshit crazy rabbithole that is Kinnporsche. Also, “Tomorrow” which is definitely my fav K-Drama of 2022.

Last movie: Day Shift - Fun and a nice remix of vampire tropes that you don’t really see on top of each other a lot. But it felt more like a set up to a movie trilogy I don’t know if it’s made enough impact into getting, so the premise might have been served better as a mini series? ...The Gray Man, which was solid and enjoyable and absolutely bonkers with how hilarious it was to watch Chris Evans have a ton of fun playing straight up, no holds barred, unredeemable villian. Ryan Gosling can stay... Ana de Armas is queen bee.

Currently working on: My last day of vacation :sob: and of course my WIP/plot bunnie enclosure excel spreadsheet (yes, I do not do things by half until I halfass writing them). Anyway, actual words or plotty thinky thoughts were put into:

- The Devil Judge a/b/o PWP (that has, so far, about 5k of set up and no porn) with a Jung Sunah made them do it scenario and non-traditional dynamics (yeah, idek...)

- Vincenzo Inception fusion - Jang Han Seo wakes up from getting shot to a curious set up of sleeping people around him (really really wanna write this one but the premise is so vast I’m afraid of flaming out again)

- three separate 9-1-1 Buddie fics of varying size and scope that reaches from one’s in love the other isn’t and confessions make things complicated (or do they), the fall out from the truck bombing goes the other way for Buck & the “Eddie deals with his 5B-issues by discovering shibari”!AU (do NOT try this at home-therapy)

- The Untamed - Blades of Glory!AU

pheeeeew. hooookay, wow, that was interesting, hope your learned something about me. I’mma tag some people, but please, feel free to participate at your own leisure. @hattalove, @the-marathon-continues-nip , @iskarieot, @themostglorioushour, @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels , @fondofeveryprickle, @ahhhnorealnamesallowed, @sam-t-a, @b612sunsets

#tag game #get to know me #lol

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what it’s like to be with eddie munson🫶

(I’ve never written anything like this so please be kind but eddie + loving eddie has been on my mind 24/7 and i need to get it out!!)

many people didn’t take eddie ‘the freak’ munson to be a romantic. you knew differently. eddie was perhaps the most romantic person you knew, his every action was laced with wordless ‘I love yous’. He was a tease, a flirt, the biggest drama queen you knew but there were quiet moments, private looks shared between the two of you that was filled with nothing but love.

most couples had pet names, ‘baby’, babe’, ‘bae’, ‘boo’ - eddie loved pet names but never the usual ones. His favourite pet name for you was princess. Perhaps it was the blush on your face that had him repeating it, maybe it was the fact that he knew he would get on his knees and pledge his loyalty to you - he loved double meanings. But Eddie’s favourite thing to call you would be “my lady”. He loved the honour that came with it, the ownership. “My lady”, his and his alone and damn would he do anything for you. He would use it by itself, opening his van door for you “my lady”, but he would also use it in reference to you. In a conversation with dustin about that week’s session and what eddie had planned for the party “don’t worry henderson, my lady’s got it. she’ll save your ass”.

He made a fuss when you first told him your idea, “matching rings? that’s so cheesy, wait are you proposing to me? Oooo you looove me”. Yet he was the one who insisted he get your initials engraved on the inside “e + ?, on the inside so I can always keep you close and safe”. You have never seen the black band leave his index finger once, even when the others came off, that one ring stayed - a silent promise, an ‘I love you’.

Eddie’s love language was physical touch. He was quite vocal but each time he touched you, it felt like he was engraving the words into your soul. He would hold your hand while driving, interlace your pinkies when you were sitting next to each other. His hand would find your back, your arm, your thigh, the back of your neck - he was always there softly anchoring you down. At night his hands would find the back of your neck and he would trace along the lobe of your ear before he stuck his finger in it and had you squirming. In the mornings he would have an arm thrown over your shoulder or stand behind you, as close as humanly possible with his arms wrapped around your waist and his head resting on yours. During dnd sessions, he would try to pull your chair as close as he could without you seeing behind his dm screen. He would hook his foot with yours, he would reach out in any way that he could. He would make excuses that you couldn’t reach your dice just to brush your hand.

Eddie’s campaigns were brutal. It didn’t matter that you were his, when he sat on that throne you were fighting for your life. He would push and push, until you had used all of your spell slots against the monsters he threw at your party and until you had roleplayed to the best of your ability, emotional and raw. But as soon as you got in his van, his face would break out into a smile and tell you how well you played. “No my love I’m actually so proud of you, that one bit gave me goosebumps and that spell you cast? totally metal. I loved the flare you added”. And later when you were entangled in your bed, you would whisper into the darkness from the embrace of his arms “you did so well tonight, I didn’t expect that plot twist at all you know?”. He would chuckle and kiss your hair before whispering “you’re my favourite player”. And when that campaign had finished and he started planning another one. He would sit on the floor, rulebooks, guides and monster manuals sprawled out around him. His back would be situated between your legs as you sat on the couch, pen behind his ear and his hair in a messy bun you had just finished. “Babe do you think an orc raid is too much? Dustin is only a level 4 and they don’t have a healer”. He would be quiet for so long and then excitedly twist around and share his ideas with you, using his hands to demonstrate and draw on your thighs to empathise his plans. You loved seeing him like this, he was in his element. His mind was such a beautiful place and seeing it come to life was magical.

You loved when eddie played guitar. It was the concentration on his face and the precision of his fingers, he seemed to go to another place. But you loved it more when Eddie taught you how to play. You’d be sat in between his legs, his hellfire shirt on your body and his guitar in you hands as eddie’s engulfed yours and gently moved and pressed them. He would kiss your shoulder to soothe you “it’s okay, you got this. Let’s try again”, and give you a small squeeze and chuckle when you finally got a note right.

Eddie loved it when you played with his hair. You never really realised you were doing it but you just found your hands drawn to the mess of curls he had. He would be laying on you, legs between your own, hands around your waist and his head on your stomach. You would find your hands in his hair, braiding, twisting and smoothing. It would be raining, the blanket loosely wrapped around your bodies as music played. Eddie’s snoring would bring you out of your trance, pausing the music to slide further down the bed and cradle eddie, drifting off to sleep yourself.

it’s currently 11:33pm. it’s raining and you’re in eddie’s trailer, the sound of the rain on the roof releasing tension in your body. You’re warm in bed, legs between eddie’s, arms around his waist and head on his shoulder. One of his arms would be thrown around your waist and the other holding his used copy of the hobbit up. He’d be reading and doing different voices for all of the characters and JUST AHH. I truly love this man so much, pure love 🥹

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie my beloved #the love of my life #fluff #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction

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Pride: 25 Queer Films To Love.

Dating Amber writer and director David Freyne introduces our London correspondent Ella Kemp to 25 of his favorite LGBTQIA films.

A coming-out, coming-of-age film, David Freyne’s Dating Amber follows “baby gays” Eddie (Fionn O’Shea) and Amber (Lola Petticrew), who act as each other’s beards in order to stop speculation about their sexualities. Released on Amazon Prime Video in the UK for Pride month, it’s winning praise from Letterboxd members as a “charming” and “gentle” comedy-drama “full of loveliness that extends beyond the Irish accents”.

Lola Petticrew and Fionn O’Shea as Amber and Eddie in ‘Dating Amber’.

As the number of films by and about the gay and trans community expands, we asked Freyne if he could narrow down a list of ten favorites for us. The answer was no—instead, we got 25!

“There are so many extraordinary queer films beyond this list, but all of these films just really affected me when I saw them. Some were the first time I saw queerness on screen, while I deeply identified with others. And, as a filmmaker, each of them makes me braver to fight to tell stories that aren't always easy to get made.

“They are in no particular order because I don’t want to bump into Barry Jenkins (which is obviously going to happen) and have to explain that he is number five on that list (that he will definitely read) for no specific reason. It’s just a technicality.”

David Freyne’s 25 Favorite LGBTQIA+ Films

My Summer of Love (2004) Directed by Paweł Pawlikowski

Paweł Pawlikowski’s film feels like a dream that sweeps you up along with it, helped along by incredible early performances from Natalie Press and Emily Blunt. The hypnotic use of Goldfrapp's ‘Lovely Head’ is probably my favorite use of a song in any film ever. Their drug-fuelled dancing was a massive inspiration for Eddie and Amber’s baby steps into Dublin’s gay scene in Dating Amber.

Weekend (2011) Directed by Andrew Haigh

I never fail to cry buckets at the end of this heartbreaking gem. It’s small in the best sense of the word. Two people fall in love over one intimate weekend. Their gayness is both incidental and totally fundamental. It’s so delicate and moving. Andrew Haigh is a master.

But I’m a Cheerleader (1999) Directed by Jamie Babbit

Jamie Babbit’s debut is a brilliant, campy comedy about a cheerleader sent to a conversion therapy camp. I love it for all the reasons many critics (at the time) disliked it. It is subversive, quirky and defiantly upbeat. And it stars Natasha Lyonne and Clea Duvall. Enough said.

Paris is Burning (1990) Directed by Jennie Livingston

I’m not saying anything new when I say that Paris is Burning is necessary viewing. It’s a hilarious, moving and eye-opening look at the (mostly) Black trans women in New York’s ball scene. It is a glimpse into the lives of these extraordinary people who risked everything to live authentically, for themselves and each other. And at a time when our trans family is so under attack, it is vital to see such iconic figures from our community. You’ve probably seen it. Re-watch it. Also those end notes will make you cry.

Happy Together (1997) Directed by Wong Kar-wai

As with all Wong Kar-wai’s work, it is jaw-droppingly gorgeous. It’s a tough watch, a portrait of a toxic, failing relationship. But it looks beautiful. They’re miserable and co-dependent. It’s abusive and awful. But it’s great. It really is a great film. I’m not selling this one well. Just watch it.

Moonlight (2016) Directed by Barry Jenkins

Definitely worth watching after Happy Together. Not just because it will make you feel better, but because Barry Jenkins has noted it as a big influence. Also, Moonlight is a masterpiece. You know that, of course. Side note: I realize I’ll never be able to create a hand-job scene as powerful and tender as Jenkins did here, but, in Dating Amber, I made three comedy hand-jobs. Take that Jenkins!

God’s Own Country (2017) Directed by Francis Lee

You can feel Francis Lee in every frame of this film. It’s personal filmmaking at its very best, with wonderful performances from Josh O’Connor and Alec Secăreanu. And it has the most beautifully romantic ending that you only realize we lack for LGBTQ characters when you see it laid out so wonderfully. When we were trying to finance Dating Amber and people suggested it was too Irish, I’d just reference God’s Own Country, which is so defiantly Yorkshire, and they’d shut up. Also, Secăreanu’s jumper with a thumb hole is my style icon. Bring on Ammonite!

Can You Ever Forgive Me? (2018) Directed by Marielle Heller

Marielle Heller is such a brilliant filmmaker. This film is based on the memoir by Lee Israel who forged letters by famous people to sell. It’s a genre piece that feels like it could have been made in the 70s. But what I love about it the most is that it is a rare example of a film that centers the friendship between a lesbian and a gay man. Why do films usually treat us like we exist in totally separate worlds? Anyway, it’s a joyous watch.

Tangerine (2015) Directed by Sean Baker

I’m obsessed with tightly plotted films and Tangerine doesn’t waste a frame. It’s 88 minutes of pure wit, charm and entertainment in line with the best of old-school Hollywood. You instantly forget that Baker’s film is shot on an iPhone and just get swept up in the extraordinary performances of Mya Taylor and Kitana Kiki Rodriguez. It’s such a mystery they don’t work more. (Reader: it’s not a mystery. It’s because they are Black trans women, and the industry is shit.)

Portrait of a Lady On Fire (2019) Directed by Céline Sciamma

We all bow at the alter of Céline Sciamma. This film is perfection. The sparse-but-powerful use of music, exquisite photography and extraordinary performances that burn beneath the stillness. The final shots of Adèle Haenel will feed your soul for a year. (Side note: face masks have never looked so stylish.)

Sunday Bloody Sunday (1971) Directed by John Schlesinger

This was John Schlesinger’s follow up to his best-known film, Midnight Cowboy. A middle-aged gay doctor (Peter Finch), and a divorced woman (Glenda Jackson), are both in an open love triangle with a younger, bisexual sculptor (Murray Head). It’s quite low-key and far tamer now than when it was released, but it’s a beautiful film and Schlesinger’s most personal. He was one of the few openly gay directors of his time. And Jackson’s performance steals it.

Far From Heaven (2002) Directed by Todd Haynes

Todd Haynes’ stunning film will make you immediately go out and discover all of Douglas Sirk’s glorious technicolor melodramas. Julianne Moore’s performance as a wife who discovers her husband is gay will break you. Dennis Quaid is also terrific as her closeted husband.

The Watermelon Woman (1996) Directed by Cheryl Dunye

Cheryl Dunye’s low-budget debut is a seminal queer film. A video store worker and documentarian (played by Dunye) starts a new relationship while becoming obsessed with ‘the watermelon woman’, a Black actress forgotten by history. It’s lo-fi, funny and a, far too rare, film about race and sexuality.

My Beautiful Laundrette (1985) Directed by Stephen Frears

It may have been the first time I saw gay characters on screen and, at the time, it petrified me. But what an amazing film about love, acceptance and the power to change. Fun fact: Daniel Day-Lewis spent a year as a tumble dryer in preparation for his role.

Beautiful Thing (1996) Directed by Hettie MacDonald

Hettie MacDonald’s coming-of-age film is so lovely, honest and tender. James Harvey adapted it from his own play of the same name. The soundtrack is almost entirely The Mamas and the Papas. I am surprised some cigar-smoking West-End mogul hasn’t attempted a musical adaptation. Or maybe they have, I don’t know.

Pride (2014) Directed by Matthew Warchus

Such a purely entertaining film while being urgent, political and deeply moving. Beresford’s script is a masterclass in plotting and if you don’t cry at the end then you are dead inside. Sorry but that’s just science. Also it has the most emotional postscript coda since, well, Paris is Burning.

Love is Strange (2014) Directed by Ira Sachs

Ira Sachs is one of my favorite current filmmakers and criminally underrated. I mean, he’s appreciated, but he needs to be lauded. Love is Strange is such a charming and quietly devastating love story about an older gay couple who lose their apartment and have to couch surf with relatives. It’s one of the most effective films in dealing with the rental crisis in big cities, something he does equally brilliantly in the follow-up, Little Men.

A Fantastic Woman (2017) Directed by Sebastián Lelio

Sebastián Lelio’s film is a beautiful story about one trans woman’s grief after the unexpected death of her older partner. But what makes this film so spectacular is the captivating performance by Daniela Vega. We need to see more of her on screen.

BPM (Beats per Minute) (2017) Directed by Robin Campillo

It’s a film about the AIDS activism of Act Up in 1990s Paris. What makes this so incredible is how joyous it is. Strobe-doused dance scenes punctuate this film that will make you want to take to the streets and fight for your rights.

The Queen of Ireland (2015) Directed by Conor Horgan

This documentary by Conor Horgan follows Ireland’s most famous drag queen, Panti Bliss (aka Rory O’Neill). It’s about his life, a legal battle (a bunch of homophobes sued Rory for calling them homophobes on national TV) and the staging of a show in his hometown. Central to all this is Ireland’s historic vote on marriage equality, something that Panti was a powerful figure in. If you want to laugh and have your heart soar in seeing confirmation of how a once painfully conservative country moved to love and equality, watch this.

The Kids Are All Right (2010) Directed by Lisa Cholodenko

Lisa Cholodenko’s feature is a warm, witty and realistic look at a lesbian couple and their children. Every performance is pitch perfect. I can’t believe it’s a decade old and that we have had so few similar films since.

Booksmart (2019) Directed by Olivia Wilde

We need more joyous films with queer leads and Olivia Wilde’s debut is just that. Set over one night of belated partying, we follow best friends Molly and Amy (Beanie Feldstein and Kaitlyn Dever), one of whom happens to be a lesbian. It is just so much fun to watch.

All About My Mother (1999) Directed by Pedro Almodóvar

I mean this list could just be an Almodóvar filmography, but All About My Mother just happened to be the first of his I saw and it blew my little gay mind. It’s simply about love in its truest sense. Almodóvar said it best with his dedication, “To all actresses who have played actresses. To all women who act. To men who act and become women. To all the people who want to be mothers. To my mother.”

Female Trouble (1974) Directed by John Waters

You can’t have a queer film list without John Waters, and this 1974 classic is my favorite of his. It follows Dawn Davenport (played by the legendary Divine) from teen delinquent to the electric chair. It’s hilarious, irreverent and distasteful in the ways only Waters can be.

Saint Maud (2019) Directed by Rose Glass

Rose Glass’s debut film isn’t out yet and so technically shouldn’t be on the list. But I saw at a festival last year and loved it, so there. It’s a horror film about a private nurse (rising star Morfydd Clark) who tries to save the soul of her deviant and lesbian patient (the always-brilliant Jennifer Ehle). It’s eerie, stylish and the sort of debut all us filmmakers wish we had. Shut up, you’re jealous!

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MundoF’s Opening the Vault: a chronological history of queer interest and LGBTQ+ cinema.

Leonora’s list of Films by Transgender Writers and Directors.

Out of the Closets and Into the Cinemas!: meeting queer folks in dark rooms.

New Queer Cinema

Queer Films Everyone Must See

Queer, Black, 21st Century: A Pride 2020 List

Autostraddle’s Top 200 Lesbian, Bisexual & Queer Movies of All Time

Brianna’s list of LGBT+ Animation

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Eddie Spaghetti

Eddie Spaghetti || Teen || 6,444

Overview: Richie Tozier wasn’t brave. He never had been. Not in fifth grade when he made it to third base with Jenny, not in eighth grade when they had fought IT, and definitely not now in his senior year, as he was forced to accept a secret he had kept even from himself.

A short R+E fic I wrote at three in the morning to ease my pain.

TW: Swearing, mentions of sex

“Eddie Spaghetti.”

“What, dickhead? And don’t call me that.”

Richie laughed as he pushed Eddie with his foot. He let himself fall back onto his bed from the force of the kick as Eddie’s tsks and tuts filled the space between them.

“As much as I love to sit in silence while you ignore me to make out with your schoolwork, I’m bored. Let’s do something.”

“Do what, bitch?” Eddie responded absentmindedly. He didn’t even bother looking up from his work. “I’ve got a lab report due next week and I’ll be damned if you make me fail it. Don’t-”

“E-d-d-i-e,” Richie annunciated.

The smaller boy drew his mouth into a thin line. In the fifteen years since they had known each other, this was one of the few times that Eddie held his tongue. He would never admit it, but the only time he ever did was if he already knew he would go along with whatever Richie proposed.

Richie had discovered that fact a few years ago. The only problem that came from knowledge that powerful was that it left Richie’s stomach in knots that he couldn’t quite explain. And that he couldn’t bring himself to fully take advantage of Eddie’s complacency.

So instead of saying, ‘Hey, my heart gets all funky when you scrunch up your nose and laugh at my jokes. I don’t really care what we do, I think I just want to make you smile forever.’ Richie proposed, “Let’s go get our dicks wet at the quarry.”

His voice came out much more confident than he felt.

“You want to go swimming in that dirty lake when we could go to Bill’s house and swim in his new pool.”

It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a no.

“Obviously. That pool’s too tiny for my massive dong. I need room to breathe Eds!”

“You know you’re fucking disgusting.”

It still wasn’t a no.

Richie grabbed onto Eddie’s arm and pulled the best puppy eyes in the entire world. His lip quivered and he let his chest jump up in fake, strangled sobs.

“Ed, Eddie, please. Swimming!”

“Lab. Report.”

Eddie’s smile and his quick glance up to Richie’s face betrayed his reply.

“Swim. Ming.”

“Ming isn’t even a word, jackass. Fucking do your homework!”

Richie jumped from the bed with Eddie’s arm still held loosely in his grip. Eddie didn’t pull his arm back. He never did. That was another thing Richie had learned. He wiggled Eddie’s arm daintily, letting his grip loosen until Richie’s hand had moved to hold Eddie’s wrist.

Eddie was small. It was one of his most defining features. Right alongside being Too Fucking Cute and Really Fucking Annoying. Both in the best possible ways. But it was moments like these when Richie was forced to realize just how small Eddie actually was. With his fingers touching because his hands completely covered Eddie’s thin wrist. Eddie’s small smile tugged up to his small eyes, scrunched into a small scowl as he pretended not to want to agree with Richie’s request.

Eddie’s reply almost lost itself on its way to Richie’s ears.

“Hey, did you hear me? Or do I have to change my mind?”

Richie shook his head and dropped Eddie’s wrist. He moved his hand to his chest and bowed towards the door, drawing a sarcastic laugh from Eddie. Even that was enough.

They both took the steps two at a time, calling out to whoever would listen as they ran.

“Hey, going out for a bit, be back later. Don’t wait up and we’re taking our bikes! See ya!”

It wasn’t like anyone would have tried to stop them. Richie liked to think that his parents were just cool like that. And hey, maybe they really were.

Laughter filled the early fall air as the door snapped shut. Eddie, as reluctant as he was minutes ago, sprinted ahead of Richie and jumped onto his bike. He peddled across the sidewalk a few feet ahead by the time Richie made it to his bike.

If it was a race he wanted, by god, he’d get one.

The only problem with racing, they both already knew, was that they each knew every shortcut. They knew where the crowds were, where the path turned bumpy, where there was only enough room for one bike at a time. And if you made it to that part of the trail first, well, you pretty much won. But that never stopped them from trying.

By the time Eddie’s tires threw the dry earth into the air as he screeched to a stop, Richie had already leaned his bike against their tree. Yes, their tree. The winning tree.

Eddie’s bike fell into the dirt and he threw his hands into the air in defeat. His fingers spread to the heavens as his eyes rolled back in his skull. He opened his mouth as wide as it would go and shouted, “Un-be-lievable!”

He stomped forwards, letting his words get lost in Richie’s laughter.

“You almost killed that old woman! You know she probably dropped her groceries, might have even broken her hip. If she was a witch and she cursed me I’m taking you down with me.”

“Edward Sphaghettward, I curse he and thee-” Richie started.

He knew Eddie wasn’t actually mad, no matter how hard he tried to hide his smile. Even though Eddie wasn’t actually mad, he still grabbed onto Richie’s shirt and narrowed his eyes, backing them both to the cliff’s edge.

Richie didn’t exactly try and stop the advance, though. He walked backwards as effortlessly as Eddie pressed forwards. It wasn’t until they stilled a few steps from the edge that Richie realized he hadn’t finished his joke. He had started to notice that happening a lot recently. No matter how often Eddie stole the words from his mouth, Richie still found himself surprised by it.

He found himself wondering what it meant, too. What it meant for his loudmouth self to fall speechless. But that was always something he thought of later. Never in the moment. In the moment he thought about other things. Like now, for instance. With Eddie’s ‘angry’ expression staring up at him, inches from his face, as he gripped Richie’s shirt in his fist. Richie’s mind thought a lot of things.

Currently, his main thought was, ‘What would it be like if I hit my forehead against Eddie’s right now?’ Well, not hit, necessarily. If he just clunked his forehead against Eddie’s and let it rest there as they stared into each other’s eyes, what would it be like? He swallowed hard.

Richie opened his mouth again to try and cover the blush he thought he felt in his cheeks. He couldn’t believe his stupid brain still thought it felt embarrassed around Eddie. He’d never been embarrassed around Eddie in his life. So why-

“Shut up,” Eddie interrupted before Richie could even make a sound. “I hate you.”

Richie blinked. A smile spread across his face, but he wasn’t completely sure why.

“I hate you. I’m jumping.”

Eddie let go of his shirt, took two giant steps, and lept from the cliff.

Richie swore as he moved past him that Eddie’s face was covered in blush too, but it had all happened so fast that he wasn’t quite sure. Besides, he had been lost in his own head. He had blushed. He could have just imagined it on Eddie too.

What would that mean if he hadn’t imagined it?

Richie plunged down after Eddie. The water stung as he crashed into the pool but the feeling in his chest from the drop was enough to even out the pain.

“My dick feels so free!” he yelled as his head broke the surface.

Almost instantly, his mouth filled with water as Eddie splashed him for his comment. They both laughed, though. It couldn’t have been too bad.

Richie lunged forwards and caught Eddie’s shoulders, leaning his hair back into the water. It had already been soaked from the jump, but Eddie still pretended to be offended.

Time lost meaning as they swam. Neither noticed that their hands had turned to prunes or that their stomachs had shriveled to nothing or that the sun had started to caress the tips of the trees. They were too busy laughing. Too busy living.

Richie wasn’t sure how he managed to do it, but Eddie ended up on his shoulders at some point. No one else was there to play chicken with them. Eddie’s free ride was some sort of silent agreement neither of them were aware of making. But neither one complained.

In the end, Eddie was the first to point out the sun. The water had turned an even darker shade than normal as shadows crept over them. Richie had known for a while that they should have left—he was sure Eddie had known too—but he didn’t want to be the one to end their fun. Eddie could be the party pooper.

Reluctantly, they both pulled themselves out of the water and dripped their way back up the cliff.

“I can’t believe you didn’t bring any towels,” Eddie huffed.

“You could have grabbed some too, ya know. I’m not the only one with hands!”

“Yeah, but it’s your house. And it was your idea to swim and sabotage my entire future by skipping on my lab report.”

“Fine.” Richie stopped in the middle of the trail and hung his head, forcing Eddie to turn with a reluctant smile and watch Richie’s performance. “Eds, I hereby humbly apologize for ruining your whole future forever by forcing you to come on this epic day of fun instead of finishing your boring lab report a week and a half before it’s even due.”

“Come on, drama queen,” Eddie laughed. “If we hurry, I might be able to sleep over. I just need enough time to tell my Mom first.”

Richie’s insides flipped at the mention of Eddie’s mother. Or maybe it was from him offering to sleep over at his house.

“Oh, no need to tell your mom. She can come too. My bed might be able to hold us both. You can take the rug, of course.”

Eddie deliberately doubled back just to smack Richie on the back of his head.

They walked a bit more in silence. Richie found himself lost in his head again, thinking about the feeling of Eddie’s hand against his head. Thinking about what it might feel like if Eddie let his hand linger a moment. Thinking-

“Where’s your head at? You’ve been quiet for like, five whole minutes. That’s got to be some kind of record.”

Eddie’s voice snapped Richie out of his haze but left him somewhere worse. What exactly was he supposed to say? ‘I was thinking about your hand in my hand, Spagheds.’ Fuck no. That’s… weird. Eddie would definitely think so.

Richie never got to think of a reply before Eddie cut in again.

“What are you thinking about right now? I swear to god if you hesitate a second before you answer I’m throwing your bike in the water.”

“My massive dick,” Richie answered in a flash.

It was an obvious lie, that much was clear to both of them, but Richie would be damned if he lost his bike. No bike meant no riding with Eddie. Between school, their parents, the other Losers, and every other damn obstacle in their god-forsaken town, Richie wasn’t about to voluntarily let anything else take time away from his best friend.

“Then I’m thinking about motherfucking Ben,” Eddie snapped in response.

It was too dark to see Eddie’s face, but Richie didn’t need to see him to tell that he was pissed.

“Was- er, were you thinking about Ben?”

“Obviously fucking not, Rich.”

The sound of crunching leaves filled the now heavy silence between them. It was so sudden. So stupid. But of course, Richie’s stupid mouth fell quiet again at the worse fucking time. Always around Eddie. Always when he never wanted to stop talking.

“Hey,” Richie heard himself say.

He’d thought it—he’d thought out an entire conversation, actually—but he never planned on following through with actually saying anything. It was too late to turn back now, though. Neither of them stopped walking, but Eddie turned his head questioningly, expecting Richie to continue.

“I’m, uh, sorry if I did something. Or said something. And I’m not being weird, or, I’m not trying to, but- are you angry with me? And not like, playful angry, but actually snappy and pissed. I know this is stupid girly shit and it’s so weird that I’m even bringing this up because it seems like it happened so suddenly and maybe I’m reading too much into it but I don’t want you to be angry with me and we’re almost up the hill and then we’ll be on our bikes and if we’re riding we can’t talk and-”

Eddie’s sigh calmed the fear beating against Richie’s chest. “Fucking breathe, jesus christ.”

He did. It was deep and ragged and completely out of character. He drew in a breath and let it out as he fell silent again. He wasn’t a sap. That was Ben’s shtick. Bill too. But not him. He hated the way this felt in his head and his heart and his pulse.

They rounded the corner to the top of the cliff in silence. The silence held as they grabbed onto their bikes. He knew he shouldn’t have said anything. Richie swung his legs over his seat and turned to look at Eddie. It was a good thing he did.

Eds hadn’t gotten on his bike yet. Instead, he held it in a death grip as he stared at the ground. They were high enough now that the last of the sun’s rays danced across Eddie’s face, highlighting the lines of frustration that drew across his forehead.

Something inside Richie pulled him to ask what was wrong. To drop his bike and comfort his friend. But something else held him back.

They spent a few more minutes filled with silence before Eddie finally looked up. Richie’s heart skipped a beat as they locked eyes. Feelings were fucking stupid.

“Rich, I wasn’t thinking about Ben.”

“Yeah, we established tha-”

“You weren’t thinking about your dick.”

“It’s hard not to think about.”

“I will throw you back in the fucking sewer with that fucking clown I swear to you-”

“Okay, okay,” Richie laughed softly. “Look, I uh-”

“Do you think I’m brave?”

The question completely caught him off guard. How could he not be brave?

‘Eddie, loud mouthed, witty, unapologetic, I broke my arm, mouthed off to my abusive overprotective mother, faced every fear I’ve ever had, killed a fucking clown, ditched his homework to jump off a cliff into some dirty lake water, Kaspbrak. That fucking Eddie somehow thinks he’s not brave?’

They both sat on their bikes now, staring at each other. Eddie nodded his head thoughtfully and it took a second for Richie to realize that he had said all of that out loud. That definitely wasn’t what he had intended. How many times had he done that before?

Eddie eased himself onto his pedals and slowly pushed off from the ground. He crept by Richie as the sun fully dipped below the trees and said quietly, “I want to be brave.”

His soft voice left butterflies in Richie’s stomach. It was the stupidest fucking thing. He hated when that happened. Except he didn’t hate it. Eddie was so fucking brave. Richie on the other hand, he could act brave, but none of it was true. He was a coward, and of course, it would be Eddie who made him realize that fact.

Eddie. Who made Richie feel like the bravest and the most cowardly person in existence. Eddie, who tugged at Richie’s mind almost every minute of every day. Eddie, who- fuck. FUCK. Fuck fuck fuck. Shit.

Richie’s heart nearly beat out of his chest. His sweat covered palms slipped as he struggled to keep his grip on his bike handles.

What the actual genuine motherfucking fuck. Why did he realize this now? It took him four years. Four fucking years to come to this realization. It terrified him. Richie was almost scared to even acknowledge the thought. If he did, that might make it too real. He wasn’t brave enough for that. Fuck.

Richie bolted ahead of Eddie at top speed. He barely heard Eddie’s angry, “Hey!” called out behind him, but he didn’t stop. Not until they both rolled up to Eddie’s porch, panting and heaving.

Somehow Richie managed to even his breathing long enough to say, “Can’t stay over tonight, forgot, I’ve got a thing. Sorry. See you tomorrow!” and pedal away.

He left Eddie, soaked and panting on his front porch with no further explanation, but in the moment, he couldn’t have given one. And of course, he’d said, ‘see you tomorrow,’ because even in this mess, even in his fear, he couldn’t stay away. Fuck.

Somehow it felt like both an eternity and only a second had passed when Richie finally skidded to a stop outside Stan’s house. He tripped over his handlebar as he jumped from his ride and sprinted to the doorstep.

He took a second to compose himself, prepared his best voice and his most proper manners to convince Stan’s father to let him in, and knocked.

Shuffling came from the other side of the door after another eternity of waiting and it finally creaked open.

“Mr. Uris, hello. I’m sorry to bother you at such a late hour but I have to talk to Stan. Now.”

He spoke too quickly, too urgently, he knew that. But his mind was moving at a bajillion miles per hour and he couldn’t calm himself down if he tried.

“Richard, of course. I’m sorry, but it’s a school night and Stanley has already gone to bed. I’m sure your talk can wait until morning.”

He moved to shut the door, but Richie wedged his foot in the crack just in time to feel his toes crunch in his shoes. Mr. Uris looked shocked. Richie fought back a swear and forced a smile onto his face as Mr. Uris pulled back the door, releasing Richie’s foot.

“Please, I forgot we have a project due tomorrow and if I don’t talk to him now, I could realistically die. I’m completely serious,” he added after Mr. Uris gave him a strange look.

“I will make sure and have him up early, but I’m afraid tonight just won’t work. Goodnight, Richie.”

He cursed softly as the door fully shut and the hall light snapped off: A clear signal for him to Fuck Off. Or it would be if Richie didn’t know which window was Stan’s.

After a few minutes of waiting, or maybe it had only been a few seconds, Richie doubled back into the landscape and dug out the biggest rock he could find. He wound his arm back, aimed, and tossed it gently against Stan’s window. Except it wasn’t as gentle as Richie had anticipated. Actually, it wasn’t gentle at all. The rock completely shattered the window, spraying the room with shards of glass.

Richie cringed as he stared up at the mess. A war raged in his mind as to whether or not he should run. But before he could make the decision for himself, Stan appeared at the scene of the crime. He held the rock in his hand, aimed down at the ground below as a fire blazed in his eyes. He had been fully prepared to attack whoever had assaulted his window until he saw it was Richie.

Realizing it was his friend only made him want to throw it more. And he did.

The rock missed Richie by a few feet, but only because he knew Stan hadn’t aimed properly. He leaned out his window and half shouted, half whispered, “What the hell was that for?”

“I have to talk to you right now or I’ll die, and your dad wouldn’t let me in the house!” Richie shout-whispered back.

“So you break my fucking window?”

“I’m going to fucking die, man! Right now! Talk!”

“All you ever do is talk...”

Stain pulled his head back inside and disappeared. Richie tapped his foot impatiently. He rocked back and forth, spun in circles, paced. He did basically everything ever because Staniel was the slowest person on earth. But finally, the door creaked open, then shut, and Stan joined him on his lawn.

“What t-”

“Stan, I think I’m gay.”

The words fell from his mouth before he could even give them an ounce of thought. It was lucky he even managed to say it, but it hadn’t been far from his intended reveal.

“Okay...” Stan trailed into silence with a look on his face that screamed, ‘is that all?’ and frankly, Richie was offended.

“Okay? That’s all you have to say? Why aren’t you freaking out? I’m freaking out! I’m about to have a motherfucking heart attack on your lawn!”

Stanley’s face softened suddenly, and he cut Richie off before his rambling could go any further. That was part of the reason Richie went to him over any of his other friends. Stan knew how and when to shut him the fuck up.

“Wait, you’re being serious right now?”

“Yes, I’m being serious! I’m having a crisis, a gay crisis, and I don’t know what to do! I don’t even know if I am, but-”

“Oh my god. Okay, I’m going to bite my tongue on a lot right now but just let me get one thing off my chest.” Stanley took a deep breath and looked Richie dead in the eyes. A dopey smile plastered his face. “You’re just finding this out now?”

Richie’s mouth had already opened, anticipating nearly every possible response but the one Stan had just given. His mouth snapped shut out of confusion before he tried again.

“What do you mean?”

“Rich, you’ve been making googly eyes at Eddie for the past five years!”

“You mean goo goo eyes?”

Richie realized Stan’s bait too little too late. He had already fallen into the trap of asking, so that was on him. It was stupid. Barely even a joke. But it did help calm him, somehow.

“See! If it wasn’t true you would’ve thrown a joke there.” His tone suddenly turned more serious, though it still held the kind support Richie craved. “So, it is Eddie?”

“Yeah… I guess it always has been.”

“What made you realize now?”

A sigh escaped Richie’s throat as he tilted his head back, staring up into the stars. Where to even begin.

“I took Eddie swimming like, five minutes ago-”

“You realized this five fucking minutes ago?!”

“Shut up, I’m going through atonement here. Yeah. I’ve been thinking about stuff for a while. Not like, whether or not I like guys, but just the way Eddie makes me feel. It’s warm and jittery and happy and sick and all these weird conflicting emotions that ball up in my chest and my head and-”

“Rich.”

“Yeah, sorry. Anyway, we swam and Eddie asked me if he was brave. Then I thought a bunch of stuff in my head that I guess I accidentally said out loud. Nothing weird, just basically, ‘Yeah, Eddie. You’re super brave and here’s a ton of reasons why!’,” Richie said, accompanied by a terrible Eddie impression. He cleared his throat and continued. “That got me thinking about how I really do think he’s brave. But I’m not brave. But Eddie makes me feel like I’m brave, and I’m always thinking about him, and he gives me butterflies, and the best part of my entire day is getting to make him smile. It all just kinda hit me. I think I’m gay. And I think I have a crush on Eddie.”

Stan rested a hand on Richie’s shoulder. He understood. Aside from Eddie—which, now he was technically a crush, so could he really even count?—Stan was Richie’s closest friend. That meant they knew each other. He knew what Richie needed.

“It’s gonna be okay. Did you talk to Eddie about it?”

“Obviously not, that’s why I’m here or I’d be...”

Richie wanted to make a joke. He wanted to say, ‘Or I’d be back sucking his dick.’ but he had no clue how Eddie would react to Richie’s confession and it seemed wrong to joke about something that could potentially ruin his entire life. Richie wasn’t even sure himself as to what he wanted. He had liked girls in the past. Or at least, he thought he had. But now that this realization had struck him, there was no denying that he liked Eddie. He really liked Eddie. He just didn’t know how any of this worked. It sucked.

“This is going to eat you alive if you don’t talk to him.”

Stan interrupted Richie at the perfect time even when he was trapped in his own head. He almost wanted to hug him.

“Thanks, Stan.” Richie pulled his bike from the ground and jumped onto the seat. Stan’s confused expression drew a smile across Richie’s. “If I think too much it’ll never get it done so I’m going to go talk to him while I’m still riding the Stan high. Make sure tomorrow at school I’ve said something!”

“Wait, Richie, not tonight! His mom-”

“Yeah, I’ll confess my love for her too!” he shouted back over his shoulder.

Just like that, he was gone. He’d apologize to Mr. Uris about the broken window later. Now, he had more important things to attend to.

If Richie didn’t think Stanley would call him out in front of the rest of their friends for not talking to Eddie, he would have ridden straight home and panicked in silence for the rest of the night. But Stan would Absolutely do that. And Richie had promised. So here he was, stopped in front of Eddie’s porch, again, for the second time tonight. It couldn't have been much more than an hour since he left, but that didn’t matter right now. It couldn’t.

Richie’s heart pounded as he threw a pebble against Eddie’s window. He was careful this time not to shatter the glass, but breaking it proved much more effective. It took Richie nearly ten tries before he finally got Eddie’s attention.

He looked angry as he leaned out into the cool air. His freshly showered hair stuck to his forehead.

“What do you want? I thought you had a thing?”

“I did. Thing’s over now. Can we talk?”

Eddie’s face scrunched in concern. He almost pulled his head back inside but thought better of it. It was like a breath of fresh air and a punch in the git when he nodded hurriedly and waved Richie inside.

Scaling the tree that branched to Eddie’s window barely took a second, or maybe it took forever. Either way, once he finally stepped inside and Eddie quietly lowered the glass behind him, time stopped completely.

“How was your thing?” Eddie asked in annoyance.

“You know. It was a thing.”

Perfect. Eddie stole his fucking voice again. They stood for a bit in complete silence until they both rushed to speak at the same time.

“I thi-”

“Rich, I-”

They shared an awkward laugh. The next minute was spent arguing over who should talk first, until Eddie finally drew himself up to his full height—which barely reached Richie’s nose—and demanded that Richie talk. It was the first time he had ever heard someone ask him to talk. Usually it was the opposite.

“Okay,” Richie started with a shaky sigh. “I, uh, hate talking about feelings and junk. That’s girly and weird. And I’m not that, but I- I wanted to say that, well, to talk about- I wanted you to know that I realized, maybe, I think-” Richie swore under his breath and muttered, “God, I sound worse than Bill,” before he forced himself to continue. “Gay. That’s- I think I’m gay. That’s it.”

That wasn’t it. But even just saying that took too much effort. So for now, that was it.

Silence filled the room again. It grew heavier with every passing second, but Eddie never looked angry.

For the first time in his life, Richie stayed voluntarily quiet. To add another first, he prayed. He didn’t even pray that Eddie liked him back. Just that he wouldn’t hate him. That they could still be friends.

“What about Jenny? Sixth grade?” Eddie finally asked.

Richie couldn’t help but laugh. The outburst brought a smile to Eddie’s face and for a second, Richie let himself hope.

“Well, I liked her then. Or, I thought I did. I thought that was the best day of my life for a really long time-” Eddie’s face fell suddenly and Richie quickly changed the subject. “But now I don’t know if I actually did like her or not. It might have been an in the moment thing. But if it wasn’t- I don’t know if you can like both. But I know now I’ve got a crush on a guy. Like, it’s definitely a crush, and so I think I might be...”

He trailed off into silence again. Eddie sat down at the end of his bed and nodded his head slowly.

“You can like both, dipshit,” he said quietly.

Richie mimicked Eddie’s actions, nodding his head slowly. He barely registered the playful insult.

He guessed that made sense. You could like chocolate and vanilla, so why not girls and guys? That made sense...

“What were you going to say?” he asked eventually.

Eddie swallowed nervously and shifted his weight on his bed.

“I uh, I don’t like both. That’s what I was going to say. Guys and girls. I don’t like both.”

It took a second for Eddie’s confession to fully register. By the time it did, Richie had never been gladder in his entire life that he held his tongue. He might have confessed a dark secret and ruined their friendship, but at least he hadn’t admitted to having a crush on Eddie specifically.

After Richie failed to respond, Eddie finally broke the long spell of silence. “I only like guys.”

Richie continued nodding his head until Eddie’s words finally clicked into place. When they did, Richie’s entire nervous system shut down. He froze mid nod, his eyes staring at the carpet. His eyes shifted up slowly, afraid of what they might see. When gaze finally met, Richie saw nothing but warmth.

He found himself smiling without even having let it happen. A warm, nervous feeling filled his chest.

“Yeah?” Richie asked breathlessly.

Eddie laughed in response. “Yeah.”

“So, uh, how long have you known?”

“It was about five years ago when I really accepted it,” Eddie confessed. “But I think I knew when I was a lot younger. You?”

“About an hour ago.”

He hadn’t meant to admit that, but his brain wasn’t exactly working on his terms right now.

Eddie’s eyebrows raised in a crease, and he drew his head back in shock. His face had turned redder than a tomato. He tried to play it off by looking up at the ceiling and ignoring Richie. It worked about as well as he expected it to.

“I didn’t mean-” Richie started, but Eddie cut him off.

“You made me realize I was gay.”

Silence was the theme of the night. The only plus was that each time it fell over them, it felt better than the last.

“Really?”

Richie’s breathy reply filled with more hope than wanted to allow, but at this point he didn’t care.

“Yeah. It was that year when everyone hit puberty all at once-”

“Fifth fucking grade,” Richie groaned.

He nodded his head and closed his eyes. It felt good to fall back into his jokes.

“Yeah, fifth fucking grade is right. Everyone else got crushes and went off and had sex and… I just wanted to hang out with you. I was just, don’t fuck with me for this, I thought I was a late bloomer.”

Richie snorted but Eddie’s sharp glare set him on his best behavior. He threw himself onto the bed by Eddie’s pillows and propped himself onto his arm, ready to hang on Eddie’s every word.

“I thought maybe I was broken, or I hadn’t actually hit puberty. Then one day we had a stupid science project and we came here to work on it.” Eddie paused to deepen his blush. “We got it done really fast and I still wanted to hang out, so we laid around and read comics for a while-”

“Wait, I think I remember that-” Richie interrupted, but Eddie cut him off again.

“You got bored and you’re an asshole, so you gave me a wet willy and I wrestled you for payback...”

Eddie trailed off but he didn’t need to finish the story. Richie remembered exactly what happened.

He was bigger than Eddie, he always had been. So, when Eddie had tried to retaliate with a wet willy of his own, Richie didn’t shy away from proving his strength. Eddie had pushed Richie playfully into the wall, but he flipped their roles like it was nothing.

They struggled for a bit, but Richie only let it draw on so Eddie wouldn’t feel bad. Richie ended up on top of him, pressing his wrists down into the mattress as he let out a triumphant laugh. Eddie’s face had flushed red from the exertion of fighting him, but looking back, there might have been another reason for his scarlet appearance.

The electricity in Richie’s chest might not have just been from his victory.

“This one guy in our grade made me realize,” Richie sighed dramatically. He let a dreamy look fall over his face as his gaze rose to meet Eddie’s. He was surprised when he thought he saw Eddie’s face hold a glint of anger. “He’s about yay high-” Richie held his hand to his nose. “Dark eyes, darker hair, and the only wit in the world to rival my own. Oh, and he’s the cutest motherfucker in the entire world.”

Richie’s heart raced just having those thoughts rattle inside his head, let alone saying them out loud. An hour and a half ago he had forced himself to come to terms with the fact that he liked guys. That he liked Eddie. Now, somehow he found the courage to speak his heart. This was all way too much and he loved it.

“What the fuck, dick for brains?”

Richie snapped out of his euphoric daze and stared at Eddie in confusion.

“What?”

“Dude? I just confessed to having a lifelong crush on you and you sit here and tell me about some other guy that gave you a hard on? What the fuck?”

How on earth could he have fallen in love with the stupidest person in existence. ‘Love?’ That was a thought for another day.

Richie couldn’t help but laugh. He rolled forward and grabbed onto Eddie’s knee, pulling himself into a sitting position so he could lean against the wall. Really, he did it to lean closer to Eddie. Now, more than ever, all he wanted to do was be close to him.

“It’s you, Eds. You’re my fucking crush.”

His gentle voice calmed Eddie’s rage. It took a moment, but Eddie finally laughed. His blush turned soft as a smile stretched dimples into his cheeks.

Richie wasn’t sure how long they laid in bed and laughed. It felt like forever. Like no time at all. He never wanted it to end. But when it finally did, they were both leaned against the wall, an arm or hand keeping their skull from throbbing against the hard plaster. Their heads were close. Barely inches apart. That’s what finally stilled their laughter. Proximity.

“You smell like the fucking lake,” Eddie finally whispered.

Laughter was their new theme. It was much better than silence, but the threat of it never left. Richie held his breath as their giggles faded. It was his turn to break it.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.

Richie wasn’t brave. He never had been. But he was learning pretty quickly how to change that.

Eddie nodded without a moment’s hesitation and then they had both leaned in. Nothing existed but Eddie.

It was slow at first, both hesitant to move out of fear or nervousness or whatever the fuck. But the second Richie’s cold, chapped lips pressed against Eddie’s smooth ones, he felt starved. He needed to kiss Eddie, more than he had ever needed anything else in his life. And fuck, he was gay.

Richie pushed back against Eddie needily. He had barely enough sense to put his hand in Eddie’s hair before his head slammed into the wall. His hair was still damp from his shower, but it was soft and short and shit it felt so nice.

Eddie kissed him back just as hungrily. They pulled each other closer, nothing but a mess of limbs and tongues.

The second Eddie parted his lips and tugged at Richie’s curls; Richie was gone. His tongue pulled a moan from Richie’s throat. Eddie swallowed it as Richie tipped his head down and deepened their kiss.

Richie suddenly pulled back and threw his lips against Eddie’s cheek. Then his jaw, and his chin, and his neck. His fucking neck. He had to hold a hand against Eddie’s mouth to stop his moaning.

He could stay in this moment forever. Terrifying and new and fucking euphoric. But he knew he couldn’t let himself. Not now. As much as he wanted to.

Richie drew his tongue up Eddie’s neck, savoring his freshly washed taste and the sounds his mouth pulled from him.

“Is it okay if we wait?” Richie panted.

His chest heaved with every breath he took and damn if he didn’t want to keep going. But he needed to think. And Eddie needed to breathe. And they had all the time in the world.

“Yeah,” Eds responded breathlessly. “Yeah, whatever you want. Yeah.”

Richie leaned in and kissed him again, softly. He pulled Eddie down on top of him as they fell back into the mound of pillows.

They laid together in Eddie’s twin bed, holding each other close. Richie wasn’t going anywhere. And Eddie didn’t want him to.

Richie’s mind hadn’t been still since the second he had learned to think. But right now, in this moment, only one thought filled his mind.

‘Stan should have told me I was gay years ago.’

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What a Shark Puppy Concert is like (+ setlist of covers)

I have a FUCKTON of headcanons of what a Shark Puppy concert would be like, and i must eject them into the void before i go crazy. I sure hope everyone is still thinking about the clown movie and their shark band. I always imagine them doing something like Ninja Sex Party’s “Under the Covers” albums.

Here’s my playlist of Songs that Shark Puppy totally covered

First and foremost:

Mike: plays the primarily drums and the trumpet (when songs call for it)

Beverly: plays primarily bass, but also lead guitar, rhythm guitar, acoustic guitar, and keyboard, when the other boys sing

Stan: plays primarily keyboard, but also rhythm guitar

Bill: plays primarily lead guitar, bass when Beverly sings.

Eddie: plays keyboard, rhythm guitar, bass, and lead guitar interchangeably, when one band member wants to sing without instruments (a real jack of spades).

Richie: plays primarily rhythm guitar, but also drums.

Ben: I read a fic where he was their manager, and now i can’t see him as anything else, but he plays the acoustic guitar.

These kids? multi-faceted. I like to think that they went to a music school, where they learn multiple instruments.. I also think them learning multiple parts for songs would help if one member is sick, or needs a break during the concert.

Since people are trading between instruments, there’s a lot of chatter and crowd interactions, it’s super lit.

Set List and breakdown under the cut:

1. Killing Me Softly- Roberta Flack

The concert opens with the boys all standing in a line, like an acapella group, with microphones on stands. Beverly is standing either by the side, or in the middle, with an electric guitar. They sing this beautiful cover of the song, with Beverly accompanying on the guitar; which seems like it wouldn’t work, since the song is so gentle, but it does. the fellas are singing their hearts out about a their man who’s killing them softly, while Beverly is shredding, and the crowd is losing their minds. The boys are doing this crazy five part harmony, and they can barely hear themselves over the fans.

2. No Scrubs - but the Wheezer cover

From “Killing Me Softly”, they immediately transition to No Scrubs. Everyone fucking books it to their instruments, while Richie and Bev go into the first verse. Mike on the drums, Stan on the keyboard, Bill on lead, Bev gets back to the bass, and Eddie on rhythm guitar. Richie really knows how to get the crowd riled up. He jumps around and has so much attitude, and the fans eat it up. Everyone is seriously eating up the gender bending of the songs.

3. Istanbul - They Might Be Giants

Possibly the most chaotic song they perform, Eddie takes over keyboard while Richie picks up rhythm, and Bill’s on lead. they belt out the lyrics, and dance across the stage. Stand and Richie do the answer and call for “Why’d they change it I can’t say,” “PEOPLE JUST LIKE IT BETTER THAT WAY!” it’s just... the drama, and the chaos, ugh, it’s a spiritual experience to see them perform it live. Stan and Richie get each other really hyped, and Stan is stand in between Bill and Richie while they play.

4. I Like (The Idea of) You - Tessa Violet

Beverly takes on the lead vocals, while all the boys do backup. She loves the bass part tho, and demands that she play it while singing. Stan takes back the keyboard, so during the song, Eddie doesn’t have an instrument, so he plays the tambourine, and dances like a 60′s backup singer (something like the Supremes) and it becomes a meme. like people captioning 240p pictures with “When the group leader doesn’t assign you any work” but they love it. the song itself is so fun, the band really plays with it.

5. Pieces of Us - Mark Ronson feat King Princess

Eddie takes center stage, and just fucking destroys this song. He has the range, he has the moves. The fans love it, because they didn’t start #moreeddieplease for nothing. and Eddie definitely doesn’t make the most intense eye contact with Richie through the whole song. When they perform this song more, Reddie likes to rile up everyone, and get particularly... creative. Especially at the line “the way you turn me on,” because Eddie can dance, he can move his hips, and he loves it when Richie’s jaw drops and he forgets to play. The crowd loses their minds.

Intermission: I Love You - Bill Wurtz

While the band takes a short break between songs (water, towels, and the fastest bathroom breaks), it’s just Stan, fucking shit up on the keyboard and singing, while wearing sunglasses. Before he even begins, he dedicates the sog to Patty, and the crowd goes fucking mental. it’s odd, but he makes it work, and the fans go fucking buck wild. It’s the wild card for sure, but the vibes are... off the charts. Stan would survive the vibe check.

6. Baby I’m Yours - the Arctic Monkey’s cover

Everyone jumps back in, with Richie hangs back and plays the drums while Bill and Mike do this gushy duet with each other. Everyone pretends not to enjoy it, gagging and playing begrudgingly, but the crowd is swaying to the tune, and making heart eyes. Someone took a candid photo of Mike with his arms around Bill’s waist while Bill plays the guitar. Stan gets his designated break during this song, (No keyboard needed) and he is just watching the cheesy, romantic shit happen in the wings with Ben, while sipping a cup of water.

7. Everybody Wants to Rule the World - but the Ninja Sex Party cover

This is the song where they each sing different verses, and the way they sing lines extra loud, oof, it really resonates with the crowd. Sometimes its more screaming than singing, but they need that.

8. The Only Exception - Paramore

Ben joins the band for this song, because he and Beverly sit on chairs at the center of stage, and he plays acoustic while she sings, then the whole band joins in. This kind of display of love gets people a little teary-eyed, waving their phones an lighters in the air.

9. Starry Starry Night - Don McLean

Sometimes they play one or the other. Bill always introduces the song, and dedicates it to Georgie. Georgie always encouraged Bill to keep drawing and creating art. They had gone to an art gallery together, and seen a print of Van Gogh’s Starry Starry Night. It means so much to Bill. If people weren’t crying during the display of Benverly, they were in fucking tears. The first time Bill performs Starry Starry Night, it’s just him and his acoustic guitar, and later, twitter is filled with support and messages of love. Every time he plays it, number one trending on twitter is #starrystarrynight. The occasional #fuckimcrying was thrown in.

10. Say my Name - but the Hozier cover, and a bit more metal.

Eddie nails this song, and he gets real playful whenever they perform it. He likes to antagonize Richie, always singing the verses to him, as though he were the man in question. Rich plays along, bless his heart, and they get the who crowd to sing along.

11. Eddie my Love - The Teen Queens

This is Richie’s fucking pride and joy. Whenever he sings it, he tries to sing to Eddie (who’s trying to play Richie’s part on rhythm), while Eds tries not to blush and instead look pissed. The fans are screaming at this. One time, they had tricked Eddie into thinking “Eddie my Love” was removed from the set list, (he was equal parts happy and sad). When they started playing it, Richie got a chair, and sat Eddie in it, and was on his knees, singing so dramatically. Eddie covers his face, so people think he’s embarrassed, when actually, he’s so flushed with affection. The crowd is wild, and Eddie can’t help but peck Richie’s cheek as a reward.

12. What the World Needs Now is Love - Jackie DeShannon

Mike opens on trumpet, and no one has ever seen a crowd get so hype with just a trumpet, but people begin to s c r e a m. There’s one point, where the band stops singing and playing, and the crowd is singing to them “What the world needs now, is love! Sweet love!” and it reminds them that maybe the kids are alright.

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i love hearing what you have to say about season 4!! i promise it’s not too long lol, anyway i have a question for you: what do you think the next season holds for mike & el? i’m a little worried tbh

ahhh thank you !! same rules apply: spoilers ahead, so please read no further and blacklist/filter out the ‘s4′, ‘st4′, ‘spoilers’ tags if you don’t want to see anything !!

i’m going to talk about them both as individuals and as a pair but first, i have to say that i don’t personally feel like you have to worry about them breaking up or anything again this season. i think s4 is really going to establish romantic jopper and once that happens, i don’t see them, mileven, or jancy not being endgame unless someone actually dies. which -- i’m not going to think about the possibility of anyone dying until i’m forced to confront it, so. this is fiction and it’s already unrealistic and i’m gonna take my ‘everyone survives, happiness all around, time to relax’ endings and go. anyway, i would love to add lumax to this list but i honestly think it could go either way depending on what happens in s4. that’s a different essay, though.

i tend to think that the most important dynamic on the show is the one between the whole group and i just don’t really see them spending much more time trying to develop romantic relationships outside of the ones set up since s1/2. maybe steve, robin, and will get love interests, maybe they decide to develop dustin and suzie more, maybe suzie is never even mentioned again, idk. but these will probably all be secondary -- as in less screen time, not less important than the main romances, but probably still less developed. unless it happens to be a new person added to the main cast. which, as of now, the only new mains are brett and priah who has gone from recurring to regular. so.

i think s3 showed how messy and complicated romantic relationships (or, really just relationships in general) can be. everyone was arguing, there was miscommunication all around, everyone thought they knew what was best, no one was seeing eye to eye. but when it comes down to it, they would do anything for each other. they understand each other better than anyone else ever could. i can’t see them spending another season on breakups and romance drama after the ending of s3.

mike and el have already been separated once before. this time, mike knows for sure that she’s alive and that’s she’s with the byers. this time, el won’t be kept completely isolated away from everyone else. they’ve made plans to meet for the holidays. they can still call and talk to each other as much as they want. i’m hoping they handle being separated this time better than they did in s2. i don’t want mike to be moping and i don’t want el to spend a lot of the season thinking about how much she misses him. in fact, i think in their case that some distance could be good for them. the same for jancy and jopper, too, honestly. it’ll be nice to see them existing outside of these relationships while still acknowledging how important they are.

as far as i know, the byers and el stuff has not started filming yet so all there is to speculate on are rumors, the audition tapes, and logical guesses about where the story goes after s3. el obviously moves away with the byers. we still don’t know where. she’ll still be mourning hopper and trying to figure out life without her powers. and, of course, she’ll be in a long distance relationship with mike. i think she’ll be having a hard time and she’ll wish that mike was around, but she’ll realize she’s got a pretty good support system around her now with the byers, too. i’m very, very excited for more joyce and el content particularly, but there’s gotta be some great scenes with her and will and jonathan as well.

there’s only one audition tape that i can confidently tie into the byers + el plot(s?) and it’s the queen bee/mean girl character ‘angela’. if we’re running with the whole ‘there may be some truth to the audition vids’ thing, then this one teases that el will be going to school and that angela will be bullying her. this is something she would probably want to talk about with mike (b i g troy s1 vibes) but i don’t know if she actually would ? so this is probably more a thing that el and will could bond over or that she could talk about with joyce or maybe jonathan. i do think there will be at least a few calls between the two of them before the action really hits and the whole group is (hopefully...) reunited.

so, el -- at least in the beginning of s4 -- will be going to school where ‘angela’ bullies her, forming a bond with joyce + will + jonathan and becoming part of the family, mourning hopper (+ hopefully having conversations about him + his past with joyce), missing her friends back in hawkins, continuing to learn how to navigate life without her powers, and trying to maintain a long distance relationship with mike.

mike... i’ve been seeing some wild theories about him today but they aren’t really that far-fetched i think. first, going back to the audition tapes, the ‘eddie’ audition i saw makes it seem like mike is going to be part of the hellfire club with dustin. i’ve recently learned that there’s another version of the scene where ‘eddie’ is only talking to dustin and mike might not be a part of the club after all. if he isn’t part of the club, then the basketball v. hellfire, jocks v. nerds thing turns into lucas v. dustin and mike’s probably there just caught in the middle while max is off distancing herself from everyone.

at this point, i really want mike and max to become good friends. i think the end of s3 gave them the perfect opportunity. s4 max has s2 mike vibes. it’s not the same situation at all, but he knows kinda what she’s feeling and they could connect through that + the fact that they’ll both be missing el. i also just really want... some wheeler siblings content. i’m hopeful that s4 gives us good nancy and mike scenes bc there’s no reason not to give us good nancy and mike scenes (+holly!). however...

while there’s proof that gaten and sadie and natalia and priah have all been filming since production restarted, and while i have reason to believe that caleb has been filming a lot inside/at the studio recently... there’s no evidence that finn has been on set. there’s none for maya and joe, either, but people have said that finn isn’t even in atlanta right now. maybe he is and maybe he just hasn’t been seen and maybe he’ll pop back up tomorrow. or, maybe he already filmed whatever he needed to film for hawkins before production stopped.

the wild theory that’s popped up today is that everything gets to be too much for him in hawkins and he just... hops on a train to go visit el + the byers. i don’t know if i buy it, but it is interesting to note that he was sitting with them at the table read. and since we can guess that steve and robin will still be working at the video store, robin and nancy will be investigating pennhurst together, lucas and max may have some angst, joyce and murray are probably teaming up for the finding/saving hopper plot, and el is going to bond with will and jonathan, it seems like the order might mean a little something. i’d even bet that dustin and erica have scenes with them bonding over d&d.

now this theory pretty much only exists because no one’s seen finn on set and one of the paps posted some pics of some trains. there’s also always theories about how there will be issues at home with the wheeler fam and if that’s going to happen, what better time than in s4 when all of his friends are pulling away and el’s gone again. so if he is missing el (and will) that much, and if he has any reason to worry about her and how she’s doing, or if the party becoming distant and issues at home are weighing on him and he feels like he needs to get away, he’s absolutely the type to venture off on a train by himself. i don’t know how it would work since he’s definitely supposed to still be in school and his friends/nancy at least would notice he’s gone, but.. it’s fun to think about and we’ve got zero actual content to go off of right now.

another way i could see mike’s plot going is that he’s the one trying to keep the party together this season. playing mediator with lucas and dustin, becoming better friends with max, being the connection between the hawkins plot and the byers plot (along with nancy).

there was also talk of him joining the track team bc the track has been set up with hawkins high colors for filming. but mike ‘this isn’t a stupid sports game’ wheeler? i don’t think so... basically, no one knows at the moment what’s happening with mike wheeler in s4 lol.

s4 mike is just like s4 byers fam -- a complete mystery to me currently. i don’t personally think that he’ll be leaving school and hopping on a train to visit el. i think he’ll be a part of the hellfire club with dustin, or that he won’t and instead will be attempting to keep the party from completely disbanding. i hope that we get wheeler siblings scenes and that max and mike have a breakthrough and become better friends. i also feel like he’ll be having some complicated feelings about hopper, the last interaction they had, etc. and, again, the whole long distance thing with el.

so... mike and el broke up in s3. it was messy. but then they reconciled. and then hopper “died”. s3 ended with them at this weird place where she’s heard him say that he loves her and she’s told him that she loves him back. things are a little awkward in the scene bc everything has changed at this point, but a kiss, an ‘i love you’, planning to meet up on the holidays, and promising to call frequently all sounds like they’re back together and going to try making the long distance thing work to me.

i think they’ll be together when s4 starts. i think that we’ll probably only see them talking on the phone or their radios for the first few eps. maybe we’ll see flashbacks or something to them being together on the holidays. the distance might be hard and they’re definitely going to be missing each other. like... el doesn’t have mike or hopper with her now and i’m thinking the party is going to be drifting apart, plus they’re both probably going to have other personal issues that have nothing to do with each other or the party. maybe they’ll be experiencing some emotional distancing of their own while dealing with the aftermath of hopper’s “death”, the move, and whatever’s going on with them at home and at school. i think that once they reunite (probably not until the last half of the season), they’re likely to be stronger than ever.

now, onto personal theories that have zero basis. for some reason, i can’t get it out of my head that this season might dive into psychological horror a little bit ? like a greatest fears type of thing ?? and i keep thinking about brenner popping back up and using the people el loves to get to her or something and 👀👀

#this took forever to write and it's so long and for WHAT #when i tell you i've been typing and deleting and typing and deleting and typing again all day #anyway.... a l l of this is speculation pretty much bc the byers/el haven't even started filming yet #and there's no info on mike as of now #these don't even really touch on what could happen at the end of the season #bc i just have... no idea what's really happening or how it could possibly end #there was that whole thing about s5 being the part 2 of s4 so like...#what if we don't even get the reunions this season lol #nah i have to believe that everyone will be back together by the end #answered #s4 #st4 #spoilers #thank you for the question 💖 !!#sorry it's basically nonsense on my part though #me @ me: how can you ramble so much but say so little #Anonymous #idk if this even makes any sense but it's 2 am now and i've been staring at it forever so

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run away together (spend some time forever)

Chapter 15: Spaghetti cuddles

Summary: March - May 1995. Richie has some vulnerable moments. Eddie tries to make his feelings known.

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When Richie was stuck at Tisch every night for a week for an upcoming performance, Eddie found the perfect time to buy his birthday present. This had been nearly two years in the making, now, and he wanted to surprise him. He’d been saving diligently since they got here for this exact moment and he couldn’t risk disappearing for most of the day to acquire the gifts unless he knew Richie wouldn’t be around to notice he was gone.

Eddie took out the little slip of paper from his wallet, glancing at the names and prices listed there. Richie was going to lose his fucking mind.

Closing night for Tisch’s show was, surprisingly, on a Sunday, and since he had class Monday morning, Eddie opted to attend the Saturday night performance instead. It was some play called Angels in America that he’d never heard of before but enjoyed even more than anything Richie was in at Derry High because these kids could actually act. It was a two-part show, each part with two acts, and the drama club had structured it so they would learn, rehearse and perform one act per month, bringing them to the end of the semester with a full, four-hour show. In May, they’d also perform a musical, so Eddie was beginning to understand why Richie was always so stressed about his performances.

The choice of play felt a bit on the nose, the story following the lives of a group of gay men, several with AIDS. Watching so many boys kissing in the span of one hour had Eddie’s head spinning. Richie somehow wound up playing the lead character, Prior, probably because it was the role with the most laughable lines, and Richie always pulled those off so well. Prior was a drag queen, flamboyant with hands constantly flying around, and when the lights came on about halfway through the show and Richie was dressed in actual drag, Eddie’s lungs nearly flew out of his body through his throat.

“One wants to go through life with… elegance… grace… blossoming infrequently, but with exquisite taste. Perfect timing. Just like a rare bloom. A zebra orchid. One wants… but one so seldom gets what one wants, doesn’t one?”

The set was rotating, bringing Richie into full view, donned in a low cut, pastel dress and pearl necklace, a headband of flowers perched in his hair, and eyeshadow so intense Eddie was sure the people in the back of the room could see the glitter.

“No. One does not. One gets fucked over! One dies at thirty, robbed of decades of majesti—” Richie yanked the headband off and threw it at the floor. “Fuck this shit!” he groaned, dramatically flopping into a chair behind a desk. “Fuck this shit. I look like a corpse.” He picked up the headband off the floor and straightened the petals, slipping it back onto his head. “Corpsette!” The audience laughed, Eddie along with them. “Oh, my queen. You know you’ve hit rock bottom when even drag is a drag.”

Eddie had driven to the theatre so he could get Richie home quickly after the show, knowing how exhausted he’d be and how dangerous the subway was at night. Richie had been chattering non-stop as they walked to the car and started driving, but was now resting his head against the window, the adrenaline crash hitting hard.

“One more show,” Eddie reminded him. “Then you can sleep all you want.”

Richie scoffed. “Yeah, right. I get three whole days of respite before Blackwood gives us act two. Plus, I’ve still got my comedy routine running through my head all the time.” He rubbed at his temples. “I feel like my head’s gonna explode.”

“Could you roll the window down, at least? Don’t want that shit all over the seats.”

Richie chuckled quietly and let his eyes flutter shut.

Eddie sighed, mind drifting back to the characters in the play again. “Can you imagine what it was like for people like us ten years ago?” he whispered, unsure if Richie was listening or if he’d fallen asleep already. “Not even thinking about Derry, just out in the rest of the world. So much stigma, so much sickness. Fuck, my mom has a lot to answer for. She fucking ruined my early teenage years.” Richie hummed. “God, Rich, I can’t even… Imagine being a gay, young adult in the early eighties. Or bisexual. Did people even know what that was then?”

He snuck a glance across to Richie, whose eyes were open again, staring straight ahead. Eddie licked his lips, slowly taking one hand off the wheel to reach over and hold Richie’s, thumb rubbing slowly over his knuckles.

“And Derry, fuck. Being pushed around and chased and beaten just because we were close friends. Because I didn’t like to get dirty and I had a high-pitched voice. Do you know how many times I stood in front of the mirror and hated myself for being so small and feminine? It took so many self pep talks to get to the point where I even tried out for the track team. Some of the guys laughed when I showed up for tryouts. Like they couldn’t possibly associate sports and masculinity with being gay. And they didn’t even know. Even I barely fucking knew. They were just talking out of their asses, listening to what Bowers’ gang used to say. Once I got on the team, though, they knew they couldn’t touch me. I was their star runner. But I could see it in their eyes, Rich. They wanted me out of their sight, off the team, never to be seen again.”

Richie squeezed Eddie’s hand and he looked over, found Richie watching him, brows creased with worry. “I never knew you had to deal with that, Eds. I’m so sorry.”

They arrived at their building and Eddie parked the car. He shrugged. “I didn’t want to worry you guys.”

“Eds,” Richie sounded choked up, “You could have talked to me. We used to tell each other everything. We…”

“What?”

Richie shook his head. “Nothing. Nevermind.”

Eddie sighed. There was no point in pushing, trying to convince Richie to talk about something he didn’t want to, especially when he was this tired and especially on this topic. Eddie could wait. He knew Richie would come around eventually. “Okay. Let’s go inside. You must be exhausted.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to carry me up the stairs, star track runner.”

“Shut up, I should have never said that.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

Richie grinned. “Nah, it’s good, openin’ up to me. You hardly ever talk about your feelings.” He huffed out a laugh. “And I’m supposed to be the repressed comedian here.”

Eddie did end up carrying Richie up one flight of stairs on his back, Richie’s unnecessarily long legs dangling close to the floor. He was lucky Eddie was as strong as he was.

“Alright, star theatre performer. It’s bedtime for you,” Eddie said.

“You gonna tuck me in, Eds?” Richie slurred, sleep weighing heavy on him already.

“If you want to be treated like a baby, maybe I’ll have to spank you, too.”

“Ooh, I jus’ might like that.”

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah. Night, Eds. Love you.”

Eddie’s breath hitched, but he knew it was just Richie’s half-asleep idiocy talking. Still. “Good night, Rich. Love you, too.”

The night before Richie’s birthday was the first night they could actually get down to The Ponyboy for the open mic night. They were standing around the side of the stage, waiting for the other performers to do their bits, Richie’s ten-minute block scheduled towards the end of the night.

“Food is pretty unanimously well-liked, right?” Richie asked, bouncing on his toes.

“Yes, Rich. I’ve told you this a hundred times already. It’s funny. You’re funny. You’re gonna be great.”

“I dunno, Eds. Some people might not like me poking fun at salad so much.”

“Hey, you wrote those jokes about me and I laughed my ass off—”

“That’s too bad; I liked your ass.”

“Richie,” Eddie chastised, “Stop. And stop worrying.”

Richie exhaled deeply. “I need to warm up. Let me practice a joke on you. Just one! A random food joke that isn’t in the set.”

Eddie pursed his lips. “If it gets you to settle down, fine.”

Richie rolled his shoulders back. “Hey, do you wanna come over and look at this dried fruit I got?” He paused for effect so Eddie nodded. “Cool, it’s a date.”

“That’s terrible,” Eddie said, but he was smiling, and his smile caught on to Richie until they were both grinning stupidly.

“I can’t believe I’m finally doing this.” The person on stage finished their set so the two of them joined the audience in applauding, though they hadn’t been listening at all. “I’m next,” Richie breathed.

The host came back on stage with his clipboard and Richie started bouncing again. “Next up,” the host read from the sheet, “A drama major with a knack for badly timed mom jokes, please welcome, Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier.”

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Good Things Take Time

I can’t bring the dogs back and not the kids.

“Is it just me or is the audience louder than usual?” Jane asked. As usual she was ready with about 30 minutes to spare.

“The school group is in today.” Kathrine reminded her.

“Wait, isn’t that next week?” Cathy looked up from her book.

It was not in fact next week. The excursion had been open to the whole school, but with limited tickets it was the drama, music and history enthusiasts who got in first. The group numbered about fifty as well as two teachers.

“For fucks sake Eddie, sit down.” Elizabeth told her foster brother. Edward just rolled his eyes.

“Do you have to say that kind of stuff around Mae?” Mary raised her eyebrows, Elizabeth shrugged.

“She’s not a baby, and anyway she hears worse from Greg.” Mary couldn’t deny that their foster father had a bad habit of forgetting to censor himself around the kids.

“Yeah, I’m not a baby.” Mae crossed her arms across her chest, “I’m five now.” Mary did her best not to laugh but it was hard when her baby sister was so cute. A few minutes later a man sat down in front of Mae and she turned to Elizabeth.

“I can’t see.” She complained, pulling on Bess’s sleeve. Elizabeth sighed and patted her knee. Mae giggled as she curled up in she sister’s lap. Just as she got comfortable the lights started to go down. “It’s starting.” Mae whispered, although Mary was pretty sure that the everyone in the theatre had heard it. The foster siblings settled back in their seats as the show began.

“Look.” Mae tapped Edward on the shoulder, “She has pink hair.” Although she had tried to be quiet Mary, Elizabeth and Edward could tell that everyone, both on stage and in the audience, had heard. One of the older kids who was sitting behind them kicked Elizabeth’s seat and told Mae to be quiet. Although Mary and Elizabeth knew that it wasn’t exactly uncalled for, the boy could have been a bit nicer about it. As the show progressed Mae seemed to settle down a bit and by the time the first few notes of Heart of Stone were being played she was silent.

Seeing as they had a bit of a break during Jane’s number the other queens took this time to take in the audience. Anne’s eyes were drawn to the little girl who she had heard talking earlier. The child couldn’t be older than five. She was sitting on someone’s lap, presumably she was too small to see from her own seat. That’s when Anne noticed the older girl’s red hair. She felt a small lump form in her throat, it seemed to happen whenever she saw a child with red hair. Anne couldn’t take her eyes off of the girl. She looked so much like Bess, and it wasn’t just her hair. Her eyes and her nose and her smile and… Anne froze. It couldn’t be. Could it? Anne tore her eyes away from the girl. She recognised the little boy sitting beside her from the portrait in Jane’s room, and the girl next to him. Mary? Her heart was racing as she tried to get Aragon’s attention, eventually elbowing her in the ribs. Aragon scowled at her but Boleyn just nodded towards the four kids. Aragon’s microphone slipped from her grasp when she saw Mary. Forgetting where she was she stood up and walked to the edge of the stage. She hesitated a moment before jumping into the aisle and running towards her daughter. By now the room was silent except for the confused murmurings of the audience. Mary, who had been sitting on the aisle was more than a bit confused when the strange woman pulled her into her arms. And yet, something about her was familiar. The warmth of her arms and rhythm of her heartbeat and her smell…

“Mum?” Mary didn’t even register the word leaving her lips.

“Chiquita.” Catherine’s voice was muffled as she buried her face in her daughter’s hair. By now everyone on stage had realised what was happening. Anna and Kitty hung back, chatting with Bessie and Maggie, as Anne, Jane and Cathy joined Aragon in the aisle.

“Mummy!” Mae squealed, jumping off of Elizabeth’s lap and running into Cathy’s arms. Jane had wasted no time in enveloping Edward in a hug. Unlike Mary however, Edward didn’t relax into the embrace. Instead he gave Bess a confused look.

“Eddie, this is your mum.” Bess whispered to him. Edwards eyes widened at the realisation and his arms wrapped around the woman in front of him. Anne hung back from the rest, suddenly very interest in the studs on her boots. “Mum?” Anne looked up when she felt her daughter’s hand on her arm. She tried to say something. Her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish before she burst into tears. Elizabeth held her mother close, smiling when she felt Anne’s arms tighten around her.

“I’m so sorry.” Anne choked, “I didn’t want to leave you. I love you so, so much.”

Needless to say the rest of the show was cancelled and tickets were refunded.

An hour or so later the queens were sitting in their lounge room along with Maggie, who had stuck close to Anne and Elizabeth, as if guarding them, and of course Mary, Elizabeth, Edward and Mae. Mae, it seemed had been the first one to register who the women were and what their connection to them was. Mary had recognised her mother the minute she felt the familiar arms wrap around her, and Bess had been quick to piece together what was going on. Edward, it seemed, was still trying to process the sudden realisation.

“I think it’s starting to come back.” Bess looked over at her mother, “I mean, I guess I could be imagining it but-“

“No, you’re not.” Anne told her, running her hand through her daughter’s red hair, “It was the same for all of us, it’ll take a little while for you’re memories to come back.”

“What do you remember?” Maggie asked, a part of her dreading the answer.

“I can remember you, you used to play with me.” Bess smiled at Maggie, “And Kathrine, I remember you always kept an eye out for me, making sure I was alright.” Elizabeth’s smile faded, slowly she stood and walked over to where Cathy was sitting, bouncing Mae on her lap. “It wasn’t your fault.” She told the woman as she sat down beside her. “You did everything you could have done.” Cathy gave the girl a sad smile. Hesitantly, unsure of how Bess, or Anne would react, she embraced the girl. Bess felt Cathy relax when she returned the hug.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to see it.” Cathy couldn’t help but apologise, “I didn’t want to admit it. I was so selfish.”

“That’s all in the past now.” Bess reassured her, “Almost five hundred years in the past.” Cathy couldn’t help but laugh. Anne watched on as her daughter made sure that Cathy knew she didn’t blame her for what had happened. Anne hadn’t exactly forgiven the woman but she also never really blamed her. It had become something that they rarely talked about. Occasionally Cathy would have a dream about those times, she often woke up in a panic though she was hesitant to call them nightmares. She always felt that it was her duty to tell Anne about the dream, it was about her daughter after all. Apart from those times though it was never spoken about.

“I can’t believe he did that.” Jane muttered under her breath. The thought of her brother behaving just as Mannox and Dereham had made her feel ill. The room was quiet for a few moments before Mae spoke up.

“I don’t want to go.” She said quietly, snuggling closer to Cathy.

“What do you mean? Go where?” Cathy asked her.

“I don’t want to go home. I want to live here with you.”

“I’d love that too, kid.” Cathy kissed her daughter’s forehead.

“That’s a good point though,” Anna said, she and Kitty had been pretty quiet, “We’d love to have you all here if that’s what you’d like but if that’s the case there’s going to be a lot of paperwork to fill out.”

Anna was right. The amount of paperwork that Anne, Cathy, Jane and Catherine each had to fill out in order to become the legal guardians of their children was excessive. Hundreds of forms each had to filled out and signed. In the end it took nearly a month for everything to go through but, like they always say, good things take time.

#six the musical #six fanfiction #anne boleyn #anna of cleves #jane seymour #Catherine Parr #catherine of aragon #kathrine howard #elizabeth boleyn #edward seymour #mae parr #mary aragon

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Richie smile weakly, tearfully, up at Eddie when the other boy pulled away. “I’m tired, Eds.” He wasn’t entirely sure what he was talking about, what it was exactly that he was tired of. If he was tired of anything at all, or if he was tired of everything all together.

“Okay,” Eddie stroked mindlessly against Richie’s cheek, then reached out to toss Richie’s NASA bedspread over them both.

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

chapter warnings: mentions of infidelity, homophobia, minor depictions of violence, gay slurs (f slur, q slur).

Eddie was avoiding Richie. It had been two weeks since the Losers had gotten back from Bill’s lakehouse, and Richie hadn’t seen Eddie once. Admittedly, he’d barely seen any of the Losers at all. Beverly obviously didn’t want to see him, and every time Bill looked at Richie he got his weird sad puppy look that was so annoying that Richie had started avoiding him, and Mike seemed to be having some sort of family issues and had fallen off the grid completely. He and Ben had never really been the lets go hang out just us being buds type of friends. But Eddie shutting him out definitely stung, because Richie didn’t know why it was happening. In any other occasion when Eddie gets upset with Richie, he could put his mind to it and figure out what he said or did to make Eddie upset. This time, everything had been fine until the ride home, Eddie getting quieter and quieter the closer they got to Derry. He’d asked Richie to drop him off at his house instead of going back to hang out with Richie, and he hadn’t seen Eddie since. Eddie had even started closing his bedroom window at night, something he never did in the warmer weather. It was all Richie needed to know that Eddie wanted nothing to do with him.

Fine. If Eddie wanted nothing to do with him, and both Bill and Bev seemed unable to look him in the eyes, fine. Richie had other friends.

Richie let himself into the bedroom, flicking the overhead lights on and kicking at the lump in his best friend’s bed. “Get up. Stop being depressed, I’m bored.”

Stan popped up from under the covers and glared at Richie, his hair a greasy matted mess on his head. “Go away. I have no future, and I want to die.”

“You’re a goddamn drama queen, you know that?” Richie grumbled, stomping over and dropping onto Stanley’s mattress. “Has anybody ever told you how dramatic you are? There’s nobody more dramatic than you. I don’t even know what the hell you’re talking about.”

Stan sat up in the bed, glowering at his best friend. He crossed his arms and stuck out his bottom lip, gave a crinkle of his nose. “My grades are slipping and I’m going to have to go to community college and I’ll never amount to anything so I might as well die now.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Richie whined. “I am having a very confusing time in my life, so can you please explain or move on?”

Stan sighed, dropping his defensive body language while still glowering at Richie. “When I was late meeting you on the last day of school? I was meeting the counsellor. My marks have really dropped this year, really bad. He suggested that I start looking at more… local schools.”

Richie’s mouth dropped open. “What? Like community colleges?” Richie started shaking his head. “No, that’s bullshit. Stan Uris isn’t a community college guy.”

Stan jumped out of the bed, feet stomping along the carpeted floor. “Shut up, Richie! Not everybody can be some sort of dumbass genius like you! Some people struggle in life. Not everybody can just wake up and everything be fine always.”

Richie swallowed a little roughly. Thinking of Beverly’s tears, of how Bill can’t look him in the eye, of his mixtape and Eddie’s kisses and Eddie’s silence. He tightened his shoulders and stared at Stan until he watched his best friend’s resolve fall.

“I’m sorry,” Stan said, running his fingers through his uncharacteristically dirty hair. “I didn’t mean that.. I obviously… sorry.”

“It’s chill,” Richie said with a shrug. Stanley Uris had always had a habit of saying things he didn’t necessarily mean when he was upset and Richie wasn’t the only person who’d been the bunt of one of Stan’s thoughtless comments. His best friend had gotten better at controlling it as they’d all gotten older, but it still slipped out every once and awhile. Richie had become an expert at shrugging it off. So, he did.

Standing up, Richie walked towards and stared him in the eyes. “You’re not going to a fucking community college. We’re going to school together, just like we always said. UCLA, baby. If you’re having issues then I’ll help you. Don’t freak out and go all fuzzy.”

“You’re a terrible tutor,” Stan said, but he was staring at Richie a little watery.

Richie clasped him tightly on the shoulder. “Say it with me, Uris, come on. UCLA. It’s the dream.”

“UCLA.” Stan nodded, finally giving Richie a smile. Richie released his grip on Stanley’s shoulder, patting him a few times in the same spot. He stepped away from Stan and moved towards his closet, throwing the doors open.

“Okay, let’s go do something, please.” Richie pleaded, clasping his hands together and debating whether he wanted to drop to his knees to complete the begging. But Stan was already staring at him with a look of concern and Richie realized he might have been behaving a little bit too desperate. Crossing over the line from funny to genuine, as he seemed to be doing more often as of late.

“Hey, Rich,” Stan said, his face dropping a little bit. Richie’s stomach dropped with it. “I didn’t mean to say you don't have any problems. I know that.. Richie… when we were at the lake house, Bev and Bill-”

Richie quickly head his hands up, shaking his head. “Stan, can you do me a favour and… not tell me?” Stan let out an odd sound, something half between confusion and surprise. Richie sighed. “If nobody ever tells me, then I can pretend that I don’t already know.”

And oh… Richie knew. How could he not know? From Bill’s inability to meet his eye, to the radio silence from all his friends. Of course he knew. But what right did he have to be upset about it?

Sighing and rubbing his hands together awkwardly, Richie gave Stan a quick smile. “It’s way too heavy, man. I don’t have time to worry about all this, it’s summer, dude! Our last summer being kids! Let’s go do some summer shit!”

Stan gave Richie a sad little smile, and let himself get dragged over to his drawers to get dressed. Richie kept offering up several outfits options to Stan, all of which were turned down with a crinkle of nose and disappointed shake of his head.

“I don’t know why you’re turning down everything I suggest!” Richie whined, but he was grinning from ear to ear. He bounced on the balls of his feet as Stan changed into the outfit he’d found appropriate. “All the clothes I picked out belonged to you. Do you hate your wardrobe that much?”

“No, Richard,” Stan sighed out, but Richie could sniff out the fondness in his voice. “You just managed to find every article of clothing I own that could never be worn together, and suggested that. It’s not the clothes that are the problem, it’s just you.”

Richie just let out a laugh, tossing an arm around Stan’s shoulders and guiding towards Stanley’s bedroom door. “Let’s go, Stanny. I need to stop off at home, though.”

“Didn’t you just come from your house?”

Stan and Richie chatted mindlessly through the entire walk from the Uris’ house to the Tozier’s, which was admittedly not a very large one. Richie and Stan definitely lived the closest of all the Losers, only about a block between them, and it had been a big pull in them becoming as close best friends as they now were. End of day carpools and youthful play dates had brought Richie and Stan together as best friends before they were even hanging out with Bill and Eddie back in the day. Richie supposed that he would never have another friend that he loved as much as he loved Stanley Uris.

Richie slowed carefully, eyeing his driveway as he noticed a car that most definitely had not been there when he’d left to go Stanley’s that morning. Richie frowned, glancing curiously over his shoulder at Stan.

“Your dad’s home?” Stan asked, sounding understandably confused. Wentworth Tozier was rarely home, always pulling late hours at the office or even going out for multiple days at time to conventions. Whatever kind of conventions were for dentists, Richie wasn’t sure. It didn’t bother him, much. His dad was cool whenever he was around, always quick to toss Richie a few bucks if he asked, and when he wasn’t around, Richie was more than happy living alone with his mother or even being completely alone himself.

Richie shrugged, feeling a little bit weird. He rubbed at wrist, frowning at father’s seemingly freshly cleaned car. He took a single step towards the house, then another two steps back. He ran almost directly into Stan’s chest, Stan’s hands coming out and resting on Richie’s arms to keep them both steady.

“What’s wrong?” Stan asked, but Richie knew his best friend well enough to know that he felt it, too. The weird tension in the air, the feeling of wanting to walk away and act as though they’d never seen the car parked out front. The want to go about their day until they forgot about the discomfort in their bellies. But Richie couldn’t do that, and judging by the defeated look in Stan’s eyes, he knew it. Richie sighed, clenching his fists at his sides, and moved towards the front door of his home.

His stomach leapt uncomfortably as he heard the sound of voices laughing- no, more like giggling- coming from up the stairs. Looking over his shoulder, he quietly told Stan to wait there as he moved up the stairs. Stepping as carefully as he could, knowing exactly what steps in this old house creaked from many nights of sneaking back inside to not wake his mother. He reached out for handle to his parents’ bedroom, and pushed it open slowly.

He reeled backwards, letting out a gasp that he simply couldn’t contain, at the sight of his father and the… blonde hair. Blonde hair. All Richie had time to register was the blonde hair and look of horror on Wentworth’s face before he was turning around and taking off back down the stairs.

“Richie!” His father was calling after him, the distinct sound of Went’s feet hitting the ground behind him. Richie took the stairs three at a time, nearly tripping and breaking his ankle on the landing. Wincing, but refusing to slow down, Richie rushed past Stan and towards the front door once again.

“What happened?” Stan shouted, sounding more frantic than Richie had really heard him sound since childhood. Richie froze at the front door, hand pressed roughly against the door frame as he heard his father coming down the stairs. Richie turned around and looked at the man who was supposed be his father, with messy bed head and wearing only a pair pajamas pants that had clearly been thrown on his rush and were one backwards. Bile rose up in Richie’s throat, and disgust cultured in his blood. He forced his gaze back down onto the ground as The Woman came down the stairs and squeezed past him out of the house. He was thankful that, at least, Richie managed to never get a good look at her.

“Richie…” Wentworth coughed out awkwardly. Stan was glancing between the father and son with wide, scared eyes and Richie just pursed his lips and continued to stare his father down with the type of serious coldness that Wentworth had never seen on his son’s face. “We need to talk about this.”

“No, that’s okay,” Richie said, trying to cold and detached but his voice cracking at the end of his sentence gave him away. “I don’t really need any details, that’s really really… that’s fine, Dad. We don’t have anything to talk about.”

“I’m going to… go.” Stan said, inching towards the left-open door. Richie nodded slightly at his best friend, then turned back to his father. He heard the front door close and signify that Stan was gone.

“Does mom know?” Richie asked, even as he knew the answer. This was not something that Maggie could possibly know about. Richie’s life would be much different if she did. God… Richie’s life was about to change completely, wasn’t it?

“No, son, she doesn’t… she…” Went look pitiful. Nothing like the strong and loving if not a little absent father Richie had always known. Richie didn’t know this man. Maybe he’d never really known him , at all. “It’s not important to bother her with this. I’m ending it.”

“How long has it been going on?” Richie asked hoarsely. His father was not only cheating on his mother, but had possibly been doing it for long time. They’d been none the wise, either of them.

Went looked pained. “Please don’t tell her, Rich. I know I shouldn’t expect any favours from you, but this will only hurt her. She’ll leave me, take you kids. Break our family apart.”

“And that would be my fault?” Richie squeaked, feeling tears pool in his eyes.

Wentworth seemed to panic, hands flailing towards his distressed son but hands settling back down at his own side. Richie’s heart sunk as he saw himself in those actions. He’d always been just like his father, everybody always said so. Until today, it had been one of the compliments that Richie Tozier had felt the most pride in.

”No! No, Rich.” Wentworth said sadly, shaking his head. Richie was almost the same height as him now, but he looked much the child in this moment. Shuffling awkwardly on his feet and staring stubbornly at the ground so his father wouldn’t see his tears. “It would be mine, and I’d probably deserve it to happen. This has all been a terrible mistake, and I’ll do anything to make it right I can’t do that if you tell Maggie so please, give me a chance here, son. Please.”

“I…” Richie cleared his throat and shook his head. “I don’t know, I don’t… I need to think. I just need… I need to be by myself.”

Richie took the stairs two at a time, not able to look at the disappointed and worried look on his father’s face. He moved quickly into his bedroom, locking the door behind him, and tossed himself onto his bed with a flop. He buried his face into the pillows and screamed into it.

He wasn’t sure how long he laid like that, half-hoping the pillows would suffocate him and he wouldn’t have to face any of his problems. Wouldn’t have to be around Beverly’s passive aggressive-ness, or hang around with Bill who couldn’t look at him, or feel his heart ache a little bit more with every day that passes without Eddie talking to him. Wouldn’t have to fight with the choice of whether or not to explode his parents marriage.

And maybe he should. His dad was right; Maggie would leave. She’d pack up herself, Rich and baby Elii and leave. Probably move back up to Castle Rock where her mom lived and Richie would be free from Derry. All the things he loved about this place was ruined now anyway, and all that was left were the bad.

The sound of Richie’s bedroom window opening and something very obviously falling inside startled Richie away from his deprecating thoughts. Eddie Kaspbrak stumbled to his feet and brushed off invisible dust from his running shorts. Richie blinked at him, sure for a second that maybe he had suffocated in his pillows and was now in a heaven where Eddie actually loved him.

“I’ve been avoiding you,” Eddie said, sounding both guilty and glum. He fiddled with his hands, pulling on the tips of his fingers and frowning. He, at least, seemed able to look at Richie- which was more than he could say about half the other people in his life, right now.

“Yeah. I’d kind of noticed.” Richie said, rolling off his stomach and pushing himself into a seated position on the bed, pressed up against the pillows he’d just been trying to drown in. He’d expected Eddie to come and sit down beside him, but Eddie moved to Richie’s desk chair, sitting backwards on it. He rested his arms around the top and dropped his chin down on top of them.

“I’m sorry.” Eddie said, giving Richie a small smile. Richie gave him the same smile back, knowing that Eddie- once again, and likely not for the last time- had the floor. “I just… I had a lot to think about, you know? We kissed at that… that could change everything. Our friendship, our lives. Maybe we can’t go back but-”

“We can go back.” Richie sighed, tucking his arms behind his head and trying to settle more comfortably while feeling being extremely uncomfortable right down to his core. “It’s fine if you don’t want to be with me, honestly. I can take rejection.”

Eddie gaped at Richie, then pouted, looking only moments away from crying. “It’s not that I don’t want to, Rich! That’s not… at all true, okay? It’s just… do you really think it would be a good idea? Would it even go anywhere, we can’t… We would never be able to tell anybody, we couldn’t ever get married or have kids, so why… We’d have to break up eventually, people could never accept us and-”

Not for the first time today- but god, hopefully for the last- Richie felt like he might throw up. Shaking his head, he turned away from Eddie even as it meant he had to look at the wall. “It’s fine, Eds. We’re still.. Us. You don’t need to explain anymore. Please don’t explain anymore. I get it. This isn’t even the worst part of my day.”

Eddie’s face contorted up awkwardly, shifting in the chair was though he wasn’t sure whether he was going to go to the bed or not. “What happened? Is this because of Bill-”

“No!” Richie said quickly, feeling his face heat up. Because even Eddie knew about that, even after spending that whole lakehouse trip boarded up in the bedroom with Richie. “No… I uh-” He probably shouldn’t tell Eddie, it was a secret. He wasn’t even sure if he was going to tell his mother, yet. But if Richie couldn’t trust Eddie Kaspbrak, then he really couldn’t trust anybody in the world. “I caught my dad today. He was…with another woman. He’s having an affair.”

Eddie’s mouth dropped open and he stared at Richie for a moment. Seeming like he was trying to figure out if Richie was making one of his that’s not funny! joked or not. He seemed to find the truth he was looking for rather quickly, because he nearly fell out of the desk chair in his haste to get beside Richie on the bed. “What? Does he know you saw him?”

“Yeah,” Richie chuckled wetly. “He asked me to tell Maggie.”

Eddie made an angry noise in the back of his throat. “He can’t fucking ask you to do that! That’s not fair! Who the fuck does he think he is?”

Richie tried to rub subtly at the tears that were starting to grow in his eyes again. “He made some good points, you know? That my mom would leave, take Eliina and I with her, wherever she goes. And he… he promised that he was ending it, and then maybe I shouldn't tell my mom. Upset her over something that I don’t need to.”

Eddie let out a soft little sigh that Richie could feel on the side of his face. He turned to look at Eddie, thinking for a fleeting moment that this was the closest they’d been in two weeks. Richie could lean over a kiss him if he wanted to… but Eddie didn’t want him to. And that wasn’t the issue at a hand.

“Well, I guess….” Eddie gave Richie a small half smile. “I guess it really comes to if you believe your dad or not? Do you think he’s telling the truth when he says he’s going to break it off?”

Richie let out a shaky breath, his vision dancing away as it was coated over with tears. He felt the bed shifted as Eddie put an arm around his shoulders, tugging Richie to him. Richie fell limply against Eddie’s chest, turning his face into the fabric of his shirt. It smelt like Eddie- baby powder and laundry detergent, a little bit of vanilla that Richie could never trace a source to. There was a hint of sweat there, no doubt from the summer heat, but it wasn’t an unpleasant smell either. Richie cried against Eddie for a moment, then lifted his head, staring at the scattering of freckles across Eddie’s nose.

Eddie’s lips parted open, and seemed to be leaning in before he was even aware he was doing it. Just as Eddie’s eyes started to slip shut, Richie’s heart startled. “Wait, wait, Eddie-” Richie coughed out like it was being ripped from his chest. “If you’re going to kiss me right now, and then avoid me for another two weeks or tell me again that we can’t be together then just… please don’t. I can brush off one rejection, but I think our friends might take some hints if I have to do it again.”

Eddie’s jaw clenched then quivered, his eyes dancing over Richie’s face. He reached up to cup the side of Richie’s head, falling forward to press a harsh kiss to Richie’s forehead. It was hard enough that Richie felt Eddie might have bruised his lips in the action. Eddie pulled back, still holding onto Richie’s face, and pressed a much softer kiss to Richie’s cheek.

“Okay,” Eddie stroked mindlessly against Richie’s cheek, then reached out to toss Richie’s NASA bedspread over them both. Eddie shifted further down the bed, draping an arm around Richie and pulling him against his chest. Richie settled against him easily, letting his arms wrap around Eddie’s waist and legs falling together. It felt eerily similar to that first day at the lakehouse.

Richie chuckled against Eddie’s collar bones, feeling the way it made Eddie shutter. “So much for being too loud to share the bed, huh, my love?”

Eddie scoffed, rubbing his hand up and down Richie’s back. “Just take your nap, jackass.”

Richie nuzzled against Eddie’s chest- because hell if he wasn’t a bit of self indulger- and found it was easy to be lulled off to sleep with the warmth from Eddie’s body and steady rise and fall of his breaths.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept, but when he came back into the world of the waking, Eddie was putting tiny little braids into his hair and singing under his breath.

“No shadows block the sun… you’re all I’ve ever needed… Baby, you’re the one.”

Richie sighed, rubbing his nose against Eddie’s neck. He felt Eddie stop playing with his hair, and Richie let out a pitiful whine. “No need to stop. Please continue to serenade me. I love that song.”

It was quiet for a moment, then… “I know.”

Shit, well, yeah. He guessed that Eddie did know. And that brought the world crashing back down around Richie, moment completely broken. Richie rolled away from Eddie and moved to rest on his elbow, while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Thanks for staying, Eds. You didn’t have to.”

Eddie gave a little shrug and half a smile. “I’ll always stay with you, if you want me to.”

Richie stretched his body out across the bed, letting out little screechy noises until Eddie hit him with a pillow and cackled. “How do you manage to make even the most basic of actions annoying?”

Richie bit down on his tongue and crinkled up his nose. “It’s my greatest gift.”

Eddie swatted at him once again, lightly and with a grin. “Do you want to go for a walk or something? We could head down to the park… Thought maybe you’d want to get out of this place for a while. Clear your head.”

“Jokes on you, my Eds.” Richie said, already peeling out of the bed. “My head is always clear. Might as well be empty.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and accepted the hand that Richie outstretched for him. As they stood, Richie and Eddie lowered their hands to their sides and left their fingers clasped together. They moved out of the still empty Tozier house, and watched peacefully down to the park on main street. Once they’d gotten outside, they had taken their hands apart but at some point their pinkies had found one around and linked together as they moved through the park full of screaming children.

“It’s just… you know, he’s right?” Richie was saying, swinging his arms as he walked and causing Eddie’s one hand to follow his through the air. “Ma doesn’t even like this place, and there’s hospitals everywhere. She’d leave.”

Eddie curled his pinkie a little tighter around Richie’s, as though it would keep him close forever. An mocking voice called out to them through the park before Eddie could answer Richie’s concerns. “Hey! Faggots!”

Richie stiffened as Eddie seemed to wilter. Their fingers fell apart as Richie turned to watch Patrick Hockstetter moved through the park like a lion stalking towards its spotted prey. Eddie was already bending at the knees, ready to grab Richie and run. Sometimes Patrick alone was worse than if he was with Bowers. It was as though, when Bowers was around, Patrick locked back up some of his crazy so that Henry never had any reason to believe that Patrick was nuttier than he was. But Richie knew the truth.

“You should probably just fuck off, Hockstetter,” Richie said, making sure to drop his voice down an octave. “I’m really not in the mood to deal with your bullshit today.”

“But you aren’t running from me.” Patrick licked at his lips, letting his eyes fall between Eddie and Richie. “Is it because of your little queer boyfriend? Your weakness?”

Eddie glanced at Richie slowly, watching the way his jaw clenched and his nose twitched. Almost like a hint of a growl. Richie’s hands were now clenched at his sides, posture defensive. Eddie wanted to grab him, pull Richie away and run. Never let Patrick get anywhere near him again. Eddie could still see in his mind the look of Richie’s face on the last day of school, remember sitting by his side as the doctor told him he a concussion from one of Patrick’s attacks.

“Does he know, Tozier?” Patrick was practically salivating over Richie, who simply stared him down. “How you’d take a beating for him? Start a fight you could never win for him?” Patrick grabbed hold of Richie’s chin and jerked his head from one side to the other. “Does he know what an absolute… idiot …. you are for him?”

Richie raised one brow, while Eddie felt his body begin to shake. “Don’t you think this self projection is getting a little pathetic, Patty boy? We all know about your undying murder boner for Bowers, no need to force that onto Eds and I.”

Using his grip on Richie’s chin, he tossed Richie’s body to the ground. His foot came out and crushed down on Richie’s chest as Richie rolled over and attempted to get up. “Somehow you always manage to surprise me with how fucking mouthy you are. It would be brave, if it wasn’t so stupid.” Patrick turned to Eddie, without releasing Richie from underfoot, and grinned. “If it’s not true, then I guess you won’t mind if fag boy here and I have a little talk. That should be fine, right?”

Richie thrashed under Patrick’s foot, quickly shoving at it and getting Patrick off. Patrick stumbled but managed to keep his footing. He let out an almost hyena-like laugh, his eyes flashing at Richie as he scrambled off the ground. “Do not fucking touch me. Get out of here, Eds.”

“No.” Eddie said fiercely, looking between Patrick’s wolfish grin and the stubborn chill on Richie’s face. “I’m not leaving you.”

“Awe, that’s sweet.” Patrick was almost slurring his words with the amount of toxins that were falling from them. “Wheezy and Bucky Beaver. It would almost be cute, if wasn’t so fucking disgusting.”

Richie dove at Patrick before Eddie even had the chance to blink. The two of them went down, rolling around almost humorously on the ground. Richie legs kicked out as Patrick finally got on top, bringing out blow after blow. Eddie’s stomach churned as he heard Richie let out a small, inhuman noise and be jumped onto Patrick’s back.

Patrick stumbled, falling back onto the ground and crushing Eddie underneath him. Eddie gasped, all the air being knocked out of his lungs. Patrick seemed to rub himself backwards onto Eddie’s body, pushing him further into the ground and making it all the harder for him to breathe. Then it almost like Patrick flew off of him.

Patrick landed onto the ground next to Eddie, and Richie’s leg seemed to come out of nowhere. It connected directly with the middle of Patrick’s face and oh… Oh, Eddie heard the crack. The blood seemed to start flowing instantly and Patrick let out a horrifying moan. Patrick cupped his face as Eddie pulled himself to his feet.

Richie’s arm came out around the front of Eddie’s body, around his belly and waist. He pressed his cheek against Richie’s shoulder and forced himself to look at Richie’s face rather than Patrick laying on the ground. Patrick would get up soon enough, and Richie had just signed a death wish.

“Stay away from me,” Richie said, sounding much braver than the paleness of his cheeks and the wide, glossy look in his eyes were saying. “And stay the fuck away from Eddie.”

Richie lowered his arm from in front of Eddie so that just his hand rested on Eddie’s hips, turning Eddie away and moving so they could both walk from the scene. Patrick was screaming something at them, but it hard to make it out through the blood and soon it faded away into the background.

The walk back to the Toziers house was deathly silent, very different from the usual comfortable silence that would fall between Eddie and Richie. Eddie’s attention was torn between looking at the bubbling up bruises on Richie’s face- ones that were replacing those that had only just faded completely- and his brain going over everything that Patrick had said.

Had that fight on the last day of school been about him?

Richie unlocked the Tozier’s front door and Eddie followed him inside. The house was still silent outside of their footsteps. Eddie’s heart started racing as he looked at Richie, just as Richie turned to look at him. Richie gave a forced smile. “I guess you wanna go play all doctor on me so-”

Eddie threw himself at Richie, arms coming up to cling around his neck. He pressed his lips roughly against Richie’s, hearing Richie let out a startled gasp. Eddie readjusted the kiss so their lips moved together more comfortably. Richie’s back thumped against the entry room wall, him sliding slowly down in until he sitting down and Eddie was left seated on Richie’s thighs.

Then Richie kissed him back. His hand gripped at Eddie’s thigh, digging his nails in it, as a hand came up and cupped the side of Eddie’s cheek. The hand was large enough to cover half of Eddie’s cheek and fall across his neck. Eddie let out small noise and squeezed the arms around Richie’s neck tighter together.

“Wait,” Richie pulled back from the kiss, though Eddie’s arms around his neck stopped him from being able to pull very far away. Richie’s eyes were blown out, and the bruises underneath them somehow sparked something inside Eddie’s stomach. His lips were red and bitten. “You said we shouldn’t, that you didn’t think it was a worth it.”

“No, I…” Eddie pressed several harsh and quick kisses over Richie’s face, then one more lingering one of his lips. “We’ll figure something out.”

So, Richie gave Eddie the only response to that he had. He kissed him.

#reddie #reddie fic #my writing #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #scl tag #ask me to stay #shortest chapter yet *gasp*#but i tried

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