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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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I LOVE THE WAY YOU WORK AND I'M SO GLAD QUESTIONS ARE OPEN! Can I order one where Eddie and Reader are married and have a daughter called Seezy (I took any name for the kid if you want to change that's fine!) who is around 9/10 years old, Reader got the idea to hire a babysitter, as she is very busy at work and so is Eddie, but one day Reader and Seezy are making a cake for Eddie for his birthday, then Seezy says something about seeing Eddie and the nanny doing things they shouldn't (kissing, so no it's too heavy for a child to see), moving on, reader discovers the betrayal, Eddie tries to explain himself and regrets the betrayal, happy ending for Reader and no happy ending for Eddie (I'm a bitch for anguish) I'm sorry it's so long ? I get excited..

I'll gladly write an angst story for you :) I hope you enjoy it and thank you for requesting

⚠️ no part 2

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Marriage life with Eddie Munson is everything she dreamed of and more. They weren't high school lovers or had a fairytale of meeting as children. She met Eddie when he was just a mechanic down the road. He was older, mature, and had a way with words. He was charming and funny. Y/N hated car trouble, and trying to figure out how to pay for the damage. But suddenly, car trouble led her to the love of her life. And now she kinda loved the piece of shit car she drove for years.

Eddie didn't want to be a mechanic, it wasn't his dream or what he felt like his calling was. Until he met her. She was gorgeous and flirty. She was confident and toyed with him. Suddenly working at that job wasn't too horrible. He didn't expect to meet the love of his life covered in oil stains and overalls. But it happened.

The two were madly in love. Wayne adored her as his daughter. He stood proudly behind Eddie as got married. Wayne will deny that he cried at the wedding, but his eyes were wet ever since he helped Eddie pick out the ring.

She didn't have much family and neither did Eddie. They vowed to be each other's family and provide everything they would never need. Provide love, support, and a partner forever and always. Eddie wasn't afraid to show her who he truly was, all the broken parts of him. All the ways he's messed up in the head. He showed her all of his ugly, and she took it all in with love in her eyes. The man in the tuxedo across from her was the only family she ever needed.

Twelve years later, the couple was still happily married, with a daughter named Seezy who was about ten years old. Two dogs constantly were running around. A house with a white picket fence. Marriage life was excellent, and being parents became their new favorite thing.

But the two were struggling with watching their daughter and having full time jobs. Eddie now owned the mechanic shop and was always on call. Y/N was the head manager of a large corporate business and was on call for flights to different states at any given moment. Neither were reliable to be home at every second their daughter may need them. So Y/N hired a nanny. Someone to pick up Seezy from school and bring her home. Watch her for the evening as Y/N and Eddie tried their best to get home before bed.

The demand their jobs had at the moment was taking a toll on both of them. There wasn't much alone time with each other. Each free second was spent with Seezy since they missed her so much in the day.

Y/N missed her husband. Laying in his arms at night was the closest she got to him in months. With Eddie's birthday coming up next month, she planned a small getaway for the couple. Their nanny, Lauren, agreed to stay at the house for a weekend and take care of Seezy.

Y/N was excited as she planned it all out. Staying late at her office to make sure Eddie couldn't watch over her shoulder.

~~~

Eddie loved his wife, but he didn't feel connected anymore. Their jobs were tiring them out and they never had time to be together. He hasn't touched his wife in months or felt her skin. She was busy and he was busy. They needed to be there for their daughter and that just left no time for their marriage.

Eddie struggled without physical touch. He grew up lonely and now he doesn't know how to handle it since he's been used to having someone. He didn't know how to ask his wife to be there for him physically. He didn't know the right words.

He knew his wife loved him, but he didn't feel needed by her. She was so independent and was always away on a business trip. And because of her distance, she hired Lauren. Lauren was a few years younger than the couple, and Eddie hated to admit he found her attractive.

Then Y/N began staying late at the office, she was never home when Eddie arrived. He always came home to Lauren sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine.

"Seez sleeping?" He asked as he yawned, taking off his shoes as he walked through the living room.

"Yes, she was pretty tired so it wasn't much of a fight. How was work?" Lauren asked, throwing down the magazine as she watched Eddie enter his bedroom.

He pushed the door, leaving it slightly open as he began to take off his work clothes, unaware the crack left room for Lauren's wandering eyes. She took in his pale skin, lightly hairy chest, tattoos, and his thin frame. She always found Eddie attractive, who wouldn't?

She watched as he struggled to undo his belt, noticing that his hand was wrapped up in bandages.

"What happened?" She asked, opening the door fully

"Jesus!" Eddie jumped, startled by Lauren's presence. "I sliced it on a tool while I was fixing underneath a car. Should heal fine." He shrugged it off. He was used to hurting himself, he'd always come home with a cut and Y/N would clean it for him, and place a gentle kiss on the wound.

Lauren watched as he continuously struggled to undo his belt. Coughing as she walked toward him, moving his hands out of the way. Eddie froze as her nails scrapped across his stomach, inches away from the band of his boxers. Swallowing as she began to undo his belt, yanking the leather through the loops.

Once she had the belt fully off, she placed it on his bed, stepping back. Eddie tried to control his racing heart. She shouldn't have touched him like that, he was married and that was not a friendly touch. It was wrong, so why did he like it?

Eddie stared into her eyes for what felt like hours, neither saying a word. Breathing hard as they stared into one another. Eddie was weak, alone, and craved to feel wanted again. So when Lauren wrapped her arms around Eddie's neck and slowly placed her lips on his, he didn't pull away.

~~~

A month passed since Eddie kissed Lauren back and he hasn't slept since. The guilt eating him alive. He hasn't been alone with Lauren since, it was a mistake and a mistake that he needed to make sure he never did again. He wasn't man enough to tell his wife either. Swallowing harshly when he kissed Y/N goodnight. The betrayal on his lips.

Today was finally Eddie's birthday, Y/N requested to get the weekend off. Spending her Thursday night with Seezy, she hasn't spent a second alone with Seezy in forever. So, together they baked Eddie a cake. The chocolate batter was mixed in the bowl, music playing on the speakers as the girl's danced around the kitchen.

"Okay it will be done in a few minutes so let's give the dog kisses and head to bed," Y/N said, cleaning a few dishes.

"Do kisses always mean I love you?" Seezy asked, kissing the dogs, then standing up to face her mom.

"Usually yes, a way to show affection to someone you love," Y/N explained.

"Does Daddy love Lauren too?" Y/N froze as the words left her daughter's lips.

"Love Lauren? Why would you say that?" Y/N asked, staring at her daughter, watching her expressions.

"I saw Lauren and Daddy kiss when he got home from work one night. " Seezy explained, unaware of how much her words were tearing Y/N apart.

Y/N had no idea what to say, she felt like her heart crumbled to her feet. Her husband kissed someone else, and her husband kissed the woman who was taking care of their daughter.

~~~

Eddie walked through the front door, exhausted after his long day but looking forward to having a weekend off. He didn't know what his wife had planned for the weekend, he was just told to take it off and let his employees know he was off call.

He yanked off his shoes, walking towards the bedroom. He was surprised to see the light still on.

"I didn't think you would be awake," Eddie smiled, stripping off his dirty clothes, and digging for pajamas.

"It was hard to sleep, I found out some news today," Y/N said, watching as Eddie turned to look at her, curiosity in his eyes.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"My daughter asked me if you loved her nanny as we made your birthday cake," Y/N said, her tone sharp and cold.

Eddie could feel his forehead start to sweat.

"Why would she ask that?" Eddie chuckled, nervously pulling up his pants.

"Why don't you tell me, Eddie?" Her arms were crossed and her eyes blazing in anger.

"I don't know," Eddie tried to play off

"Don't lie to me. I deserve at least the truth from my husband." She snapped. The way she spat out husband caused Eddie to shiver.

"I...I'm sorry," Eddie cracked out, he could feel the wetness collecting in his eyes. He knew she knew, she knows he betrayed her. He disrespected their vows and the marriage they spent building over the years.

"You fucking kissed her Eddie!" Y/N exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air as she stood up from the bed.

"She kissed me!" Eddie tried to argue

"But you didn't stop her, did you? Because I know for a fact if she kissed you and you pulled away that Seezy wouldn't have been the one to tell me. You would have because you wouldn't have felt guilty since nothing happened. But that's not how it went down, right Eddie? She kissed you and you kissed her back. You cheated on me and didn't have the fucking balls to even look me in the eye and tell me. You didn't care to apologize the night it happened, not even the day after. You just sat here and acted like we were fine!"

"BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO LOSE YOU! I knew I fucked up the second I didn't pull away. You're right, I couldn't look my wife in the eye and tell her I betrayed her. You have to believe me when I say that I am so sorry." He pleaded, dropping to his knees in front of her. His heart broke watching as she began to cry.

"I never thought I would lose you, Eddie. And I would have never thought I'd lose you to someone else." She sobbed, covering her face with her hands.

Eddie reached up and held her hands, their grip against her stomach as he looked up at her.

"You didn't lose me, I'm right here. We can fix this, I will fix this. I haven't spoken to her since, I haven't felt anything but guilt eating me alive. It was a mistake and I love you."

Y/N shook her head at his words, she knew she would never love him the same way again.

"I lost you the second she offered something new. You can't fix this. I just can't look at you the same anymore. You are someone so different to me, I fell in love with you and I don't see him anymore. All I see is someone who I wasn't good enough for, someone I didn't love well enough, and someone who promised to never hurt me but yet, on his knees begging for forgiveness." She unlocked their hands, taking a deep breath as she ran her fingers through his hair. Maybe if she kept her eyes closed, and just felt him, she could pretend he was who she wished he was.

"Don't do that. You are enough, you love me more than enough. You, you are fucking perfect. You saved me and gave me a life of love. Granted me a blessing of a daughter. You gave me a family, and that will always make you perfect. I'm the one who is flawed. I had the world right in my hands, I had your fragile heart in my grip and I let you down. You don't deserve this and neither does Seez. Is there anything I can do to keep you?" Eddie sobbed out

"No, I want you to suffer with what it feels like to lose me," She cried out, removing her body from his, accepting how her body will feel without him.

"Please pack and leave," she added as she walked out of the bedroom.

~~~

Two months would pass and Y/N was feeling better every day. Stepping away from work to spend more time with Seezy. Choosing to be a mom first, and a manager later. She signed the divorce papers and agreed on shared custody.

She kept the dogs and the house. Eddie lived in a small apartment a city over. A photo frame next to his bed, a picture from his wedding day, and the day Seezy was born.

Y/N wanted him to suffer, and he was.

He lost the two most important girls in his life. He doesn't have a hand to hold anymore, nobody to grab as he slept through the night. He used to see his daughter daily, and now only sees her on selective days.

She was healing

He was falling

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final-girl96 · 6 months

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STOLEN HEARTS CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Two Weeks Later

We were back in Hawkins. We had been staying with my dad while we looked at houses with a realtor. When we finally found one that was set back from the road a ways and had a gate to stop people from just walking onto the property we bought it and started to move in. Eddie insisted that we buy all new furniture and just keep the house we have in Los Angeles for now. I agreed but told him to be prepared to sell it one day.

Things have been doing a little better with us. He has kept to his word with no drinking and getting high. There have been occasions that he's had one beer here and there with my dad, but he hasn't been getting drunk. We've been over to see Wayne a few times, having dinner with him and making sure everything was going okay with him. We got to meet his girlfriend Tracy the last time we were over. We also caught up with some people from high school. Eddie learned that his D&D club is still a thing. Four boys had taken over the club once they started their freshmen year back in eight-six.

Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will were their names. Billy Hargroves sister Max was dating Lucas, Will was Jonathan Byers younger brother, and Mike was Nancy Wheeler's younger brother and Dustin Henderson lived on the same street I remember meeting them all after Robin Buckley, someone that I had gravitated towards, had become friends with Steve Harrington while working at Starcourt Mall. They were all sweet boys. They all graduated last year from Hawkins High School. They knew about the club from the kids that were in it after we graduated and made sure to keep it alive. Eddie was ecstatic to hear that his club was still a thing after all these years. He hasn’t played the fantasy game in a long time, not since his music career took off; he just hasn’t had the time, and he was also too busy bathing in his fame.

I stood in the kitchen, putting things away when Eddie walked in the front door. “Sweetheart!” his voice traveled through the house. “Kitchen!” I yelled back to him. Arms wrapped around my waist from behind a few seconds later. He rested his chin on my shoulder after kissing my cheek. “Whatcha up to beautiful?” he asked. I glanced at him and kissed his lips. “Putting everything away where I want it to be.” He hummed, reaching his arm around me and took the plate I had in my hand, setting it on the counter. “How about you take a break from that so we can christen this room, hmm? We already got the bedroom and living room. The kitchen sounds like a good place next.” He kissed my neck, sliding a hand up under my shirt. I pushed his hand down and stepped out of his hold. “Not right now, Eds. I want to get this finished so I don’t need to do it later. There is still a lot of stuff that needs to be put away. So behave.” He frowned and gave me those stupid puppy-dog eyes. “Not going to work. But…” I walked towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and gave him a quick kiss. “If you help me we could get it done quicker and then you can have your way with me.” That got him to smile and he started to put things away, making sure to check where I wanted them. I was going to need his help anyway with the thing that needed to be put up higher.

Later on that night I was curled on the couch with a book waiting for Eddie to get home. He was supposed to be out getting dinner from the burger place we went to after prom and many times after that. But that was an hour ago, it shouldn't take that long when it was only ten minutes away from us. I wasn't even focusing on the book I had resting on my lap. My mind was running wild of all the possibilities of why he wasn't home. They ranged from cheating to a car accident. I didn't want to believe any of the bad thoughts that reared their ugly heads. I wanted to believe and was hoping he just ran into some people from our past or some fans and lost track of time.

I closed the book and set it on the coffee table in front of me, stood, and walked into the kitchen. I was fucking striving so I grabbed the bag of chips out of the top cabinet and sat up on the counter. Scenarios of what Eddie could possibly be doing flashed through my head; It's like I had a whole dewey decimal system of them locked away deep in my mind. All nice and organized alphabetically.

I looked at the green light from the clock on the stove. The numbers on it glowing told me it was almost seven. Sighing, set the bag of chips on the counter, jumped down, and walked towards the door. I slipped on shoes, grabbed my keys, and headed out to the car. I was going to the burger place and getting what I had asked Eddie to get for me. When I pulled in I saw Eddie's van, yes, the van that he had back in high school. Wayne had kept it all these years and even had it fixed up a little and kept it running. The parking lot was full of cars. Bicycles were all parked closer to the building. I parked, got out of my car, and walked around the building.

What I saw made me stop dead in my tracks. There was a crowd of people surrounding one of the picnic tables out front. There were kids wearing white hellfire shirts with black sleeves, the same one Eddie wore in school. That was the name of his D&D club, Hellfire. The crowd parted enough that I could see him signing stuff. His head turned and I met his eyes. A wide smile spread across his face and he jumped up and ran over to me. “Shit, I'm sorry, sweetheart. There was a line and then some kids showed up asking me to sign some of their D&D stuff and give them some advice on campaigns. Then more people started showing up. I'm sor…”

I place my finger against his lips, stopping his rambling. I smiled at him and shook my head. “It's fine, Eds. I was worried and hungry…” he gave me a sheepish look and pulled me closer to him. “I know. I'm sorry. But can you believe this? Look at all these kids! The older ones were or are in Hellfire, and the younger ones want to join when they get to high school. Some people are here for the band, but most are here just because of Hellfire. They wanted me to join in on the next campaign, but I told them…” I stopped him again but this time with a kiss. “That sounds great, Eddie. You should do it.” He smiled, leaned down, and kissed me. “I fucking love you!”

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staceymcgillicuddy · 1 year

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Day 6: Family

December, 1988 Hawkins, Indiana

@hellcheerxmas

“Do you want kids?”

Eddie asks the question just as Chrissy smells something burning. Leaps out of his lap with an “oh, no!” even as his words burrow into her brain. She yanks open the door of the tiny oven, where a tray of garlic bread looks decidedly crispy next to a pan of Stouffer’s finest lasagna.

“Damn it,” she swears, grabbing a towel, only she doesn’t get the best grip, and the tray burns her hand, and suddenly she’s sitting on the kitchen floor, sniffling, with the bread garlic-and-butter side down beside her.

“Holy shit, Chris,” says Eddie.

And then, he’s there. Crouching in front of her with a furrowed brow. Taking her hand to examine the red mark left by the edge of the tray. He doesn’t blink twice at the mess as he helps her up and kicks the oven door shut with his socked foot. Doesn’t even miss a beat because that’s Eddie all over, isn’t it? He makes living look easy, and Chrissy can’t even make garlic bread.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers as he turns on the faucet, water spluttering a couple times before flowing. The apartment isn’t great—it’s the best they can afford—but this is their first Christmas in it together. Wayne is coming for dinner, and Chrissy desperately wants to do a good job. To prove to him she can care for Eddie as well as he had. That she loves him as much as he does.

“You’re fine, Bets,” he says because he calls her that sometimes. Ever since he found out her middle name was Elizabeth and decided he wanted a secret name for her. One only he would know. “It’s just bread.”

Well, yes and no. And now, she’s really crying. Heaving, messy, big girls don’t cry, Christine sobs that would have her mother shaking her. Shouting at her. Telling her to pull yourself together, and grow up, and don’t be ugly, little girl.

“Oh, hey.” Eddie guides her hand under the water and holds her wrist while his other arm slips around her shoulders. Pulls her against his solid warmth and kisses the top of her head. “Hey. Talk to me.”

“I just think probably we should get a dog first,” she says through hiccupped breaths. “Okay? Please?”

“You—what?”

“Before we have kids. We should probably get a dog.”

Eddie laughs, but not with any malice. Hugs her a little tighter as the cool water soothes the worst of the burn. “Or, you know, I was only asking that theoretically. We could also have neither for a while?”

That twists something inside Chrissy, and she looks up at him, a tear dripping off her chin and onto the apron she’s only wearing because it makes her look the part. “You don’t think I can handle it?”

“Is that what I said?” He raises a brow like she’s putting words in his mouth, which she is. A habit formed by her mother.

“No.”

“Right. So, dog, kids. Whatever. We can do all that, eventually. If you want to. But until then, I’m pretty good with the family we’ve got.”

“But it’s just us…” she protests, the idea counteracting every June Cleaver-Esque notion she has in her head.

“Yeah. Family.” His thumb brushes the skin of her lower back, and he smiles. “Don’t forget, I’m used to a small one.”

#hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #edissy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #fanfic #hellcheerxmas #hellcheercountdown

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hammity-hammer · 7 months

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ik i made that post ab steve being a big dog guy & included little dog guy eddie

but now that i work with dogs i must expand--

eddie munson who doesn't think he likes little dogs because all he grew up with were big dogs, and the one annoying tiny fucking chihuahua drove him insane and made him dislike all little guys

and then gareth (of course it's gareth, it's always gareth) gets an ugly little pug thing and eddie just falls in love

his name's phrank and he's just the sweetest fucking thing ever-- he always wants to be up in eddie's lap and cuddling him and giving him little doggy kisses, and when he gets to meet other dogs for the first time he's scared and shy and doesn't really know what to do, but another little dog teaches him how to play and eddie's heart just about explodes with how much love he has for phrank and this helpful little friend he's made

and thus starts eddie's journey to finding little ugly dogs at the shelter and letting them into his home--

he never has more than like three at a time because money, of course, and little dogs come big vet bills, but he gives them all the love he can while they're his

the first dog he gets he just calls baby, because she's just his little baby, and she can do absolutely no wrong, even when she's chewed through his work boots so badly that he has to spend $200 on a new pair

he builds his little doggy empire and has pictures all over his house of his cute lil babies, and anytime he meets someone new he just has to gush about all the sweethearts he's had & will continue to have for as long as he can<3

also just-- big metalhead eddie who wears chains and spikes and gets piercings and tattoos and is just fucking mean looking coming to pick up his sweet baby angels from the groomers has me laughing-- anytime he takes them for walks or one of them runs a bit too far from the house he has to explain that "yes that little pumpkin is my baby, do you see her tags? yeah, eddie munson at your service, that phone number, also mine, call it right now you'll see-- that's my sweetheart now PLEASE give me my dog back-- no your kid cannot have my dog?? why the fuck would i give you my sweet girl?? kindly give me my dog back and fuck right off please"

#eddie munson loves small dogs #eddie munson hc #eddie munson #this guy is my guy fr #working w the smalls at work rly has me feeling some type of way ab small dogs and it was not at all what i expected

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copiasghoulfriend · 2 years

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Rollercoaster of Emotions - E.M

Pairing: Eddie x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst, Drug mention, harassment, fighting, depression, fluff and underage drinking (if I forgot anything I apologize)

Summary: You broke up with Steve and start spending time with your dealer, Eddie Munson.

Word Count: 3.2K

I knew Steve Harrington for years not through school because I wasn’t in the same district but through Scoops Ahoy. He used to flirt with me and my friends for hours. One day, my best friend dared him to ask me out. And, with that the rest is history. But, recently our relationship hasn’t been the best. Constant fights and stupid arugments. He’s been bragging about some bitch named Nancy Wheeler. I let his obsession with her go on for a few weeks before I decided it needed to stop. Steve invited me to his annual party before the new school year. I was basically naked attending this party. But, I knew she’d be there. I showed up late as usual but it was perfect timing because I saw my favorite dealer outside smoking a cigarette.

“Hey there, freak.” I whispered in his ear, nearly scaring the shit out of him.

“What did I tell you about sneaking up on me, Y/N” He replied, blowing his smoke in my face.

“Eddie, sweetheart. You know you love me sneaking up on you. I’m your favorite customer.” I giggled while blowing him kisses before opening the door to Steve’s house.

The party was hopping with people I’ve never seen before. I saw Robin and her girlfriend Vickie hanging out by the punch bowl. I could feel all the ugly little sheep looking at me. I’ve yet to come across Steve. It was making my blood boil at this point. I didn’t have to go to Hawkins High to know some of these idiots. Jason Carver was the biggest asshole in the city of Hawkins. He was extremely rude to Eddie which really upsets me.

“Hi Jason, I’m your biggest fan. Can we chat?” I asked, looking up at him on the stairs.

As soon as he came down the stairs, I punched him in the mouth. His little puppy dog friends came running down and tried to support him.

“You’re the biggest scumbag, Jason. I don’t know what Chrissy sees in you. And, by the way - that’s for bullying Eddie. Do it again and I’ll do more than punch you in the face.” I said squatting down to his level.

“Yeah, well listen here bitch. Your little lover boy is planning on leaving you for Nancy fuckin wheeler. It’s been the talk all week. So eat shit.” He replied, spitting out blood on the floor.

I pushed through the football boys and ran up the stairs to his bedroom. If he wasn’t down stairs mingling he was up here with Nancy. I walked down the hall quite quickly and pressed my ear to his door. He was definitely in there. I took a few moments to gather myself for whatever was going to happen and burst through the door. Steve was shirtless and kissing who I assume was Nancy. They both turned their heads and gasped. Steve instantly was hit with grief.

“I-I can explain! I - shit. I should be truthful for once. I’m so sorry. Nancy came into my life at a time I really needed someone. I mean, you were there too. But, with the fighting and everything. I needed someone else. With that being said - I think we’re over. You can stay if you want - I won’t force you to leave. Again, I’m so sorry. I wish this could have gone smoother.” He stated, holding Nancy by her waist.

My whole vision went red and I was engulfed with anger. I grabbed something from Steve’s desk by the door and tossed it at him while flipping him off.

“Fuck you Harrington!” I yelled walking back into the hallway and making a scene at the top of the stairs.

Everyone was looking at me and I ran down the stairs. I made my way to the kitchen and started drinking whatever I could get at. I took some shots with random students while seeing Eddie walking in from the backyard. He slowly walked over to me and patted me on the shoulder. He was tipsy and smelt like marijuana. I gave him a look and he threw his arm around my shoulder.

“See what happens when you date popular people? You need to find someone like me, baby.” He said giggling and burping.

I chugged a few more beers down and took Eddie out to the backyard. It was a clear starry night with no clouds in sight. Eddie wrapped his hands around my waist and held me. He put his chin on my shoulder and rocked us back and forth. Suddenly, he pushed me into the Pool and I screamed.

“What the hell, Eddie! If you’re gonna be a prick at least join me!” I yelled slowly, finally the booze hitting me all at once.

He took his shirt off and jumped in, I covered my face from his splash. I floated around him and laughed. Eddie was struggling to keep his eyes on me as I kept swimming around him. I stood up slowly and walked up to him. He looked handsome in the pool lights. His hair was flopped on his face - his curls straightening from the wetness. He pulled me towards him with his hands on my waist. My heart was beating so fast not because I was scared but because I never realized that I had feelings for him. The feelings I had for Steve were just more powerful and with us losing touch and all the time I was spending with Eddie. They must have finally come through.

“Y/N, I know I’m so fucking drunk at the moment. But, fuck I want to kiss you so bad. Your lips look so soft and you look so beautiful right now. I seriously can’t help it.” He said holding my face in his hands.

My eyes shot down to his lips and back up to his eyes. I leaned in slowly and planted my lips on his. They were warm and soft. He did more than kiss me, we basically were making out in Steve’s pool. I pulled away to get some air and catch my breath.

“Eddie.. I didn’t know you could kiss like that. I would have kissed you sooner if I knew you were that good.” I mentioned biting my lip.

I started to shiver in the pool and he noticed. Eddie got out of the pool first and helped me out. There were towels already out here, and he helped wrap me up in one. He sat down and he pulled me to sit between his legs. His arms wrapped around me and tried to warm me up.

“Hey - uh Y/N… I don’t know if you’re up for this but would you like to come back to my place? Nothing sexual has to happen. I thought you could use someone to be with. If you don’t want to, I can make sure you get home safely.” He whispered while holding my hand.

“I would love that Eddie. I don’t want you to think I’m using you especially after the break up with Steve.” I replied softly.

“Sweetheart, I knew you and Steve wouldn’t last long. I could sense it every time we hung out. He acted like you didn’t exist at school. At least I can tell you that I noticed that you and I have gotten much stronger.” He said helping you up off the chair.

I threw my towel in the pool as my last fuck you to Steve. Eddie snuck me around the outside of the house to where his bike was laying. He reassured me that he was able to bike home. I sat on the handlebars as I helped direct him back to the trailer park. Eddie sped up his speed when he turned the corner to his trailer. He accidentally hit a pothole and sent us both flying in the air. Eddie came running over to me when he heard me moaning from the cuts and scrapes that I got. He helped me up and ran me inside to attend to my bleeding wounds. He cleaned me up and got me some pajamas from his closet. I wore his special hellfire shirt. It was extremely long and baggy on me but it felt comfy and some old sweatpants. His room was very messy and he tried to act like it was stress clutter.

My eyes glanced at his clock on his nightstand and it said 2:30am. I yawned softly and Eddie pulled me onto his bed. He threw some covers over us and pulled me into a cuddle. After a few seconds he fell into a slumber and I was left wide awake. My mind was racing from all the events that happened earlier. I could feel the soberness coming back on. My eyes closed slowly and I fell asleep in Eddie’s arms.

That next morning I woke up late, and I rolled over and saw that I was sleeping with..Eddie. I gasped and tried to figure out what exactly happened last night after the break up with that asshole. I lifted the covers and was so relieved that I had clothes on. Eddie slowly opened his eyes and was shocked that I was there.

“Well, it seems like we had a great night.” He said, sounding groggily.

“Do you remember what happened last night Eddie? I didn’t mean to invade your space or anything. I barely remember anything.” I replied softly.

“I remember bits and pieces. I know we..made out. I helped you out after falling off the bike. But other than that, I don’t remember much.” He said, rubbed my arm.

“I know your uncle doesn’t particularly like me so I can go if you want. I hope my clothes are dry.” I added sitting up in his bed.

“Well, I don’t care what my Uncle thinks of you. You don’t have to go but if you have too, I’ll drive you home. I’ll have to go fetch my van if that’s the case.” He mentioned while sitting up and the covers falling off of his body.

He slept without a shirt on and his torso was sort of fit for his size. He scooted over and got dressed and kissed my forehead before he left. After he left, I quietly got my clothes from his living room and got dressed. My clothes were damp but I could deal with it for an hour or so. It didn’t take Eddie long to come back. He came in, offered me breakfast if I was hungry and took me home. The ride home was quiet but random pop ups of conversation happened at times.

“Hey… so I uh…was thinking about what had happened last night. What does that make us Y/N? I’m sure you don’t want to rush into anything but if there’s something growing then I’ll hold on to it. I’ll wait for you. I’m not like Steve, I promise.” He said tapping his fingers on the wheel.

“Eddie, I think we both know that there are feelings growing between us. It’s been obvious but because I was with Steve.. We couldn’t do anything. Now that I'm single we can see where things go if you’d like.” I replied looking out of the window.

After that conversation, we just listened to music. I helped him navigate to my house as he pulled up to my driveway. I said my goodbyes and kissed his cheek as I got out of his truck. I waved goodbye as he drove off and I let out a big sigh. My parents weren't home so I ran upstairs to clean out all of the things that I had from Steve. While cleaning up there was one picture of Steve and I from Halloween. We looked so happy. I took the photo from the frame and boxed everything else up and put them in the garage. After showering I walked out into my backyard and lit the photo of us on fire. I watched as it slowly burned. It was my way of officially cutting ties. It would never be the same. My family may be upset by the change but it only mattered to me. Wayne Munson and my parents hated each other. I’m not sure why but I thought it was over money.

Later on that day, my family came back home from visiting my aunts house out of state. I pulled my parents to the side and told them the news about Steve. They were so heartbroken. My dad offered to call him up and demand he leave Nancy and take me back. I was so nervous about mentioning Eddie but I had too. My mom cried over the news of Eddie. Dad scolded me and told me if he ever saw us together that I would be disowned. I stormed off because everything that was said about Eddie was bullshit. That night I ate my dinner in my room as a protest. Eddie was on my mind so I decided to call him. We chatted about how my parents took the news, bands and music and just anything that came to mind. He told me that he was going to take me out on a date to the movies to see the new Halloween movie. The best thing about Eddie, he loved horror movies just like me.

That week after school I would sneak over to see Eddie and watch him and his D&D friends play and just be cute geeks. Eddie allowed me to sit on his lap during his campaigns. After the session was over, Eddie and I walked to the parking lot so he could drive me home. The basketball game also just let out so there were a shit ton of students in the parking lot. I heard Steve in the background but completely ignored him.

“Hey, freak! I love that you want my sloppy seconds. It wasn’t even that good anyways. You could do better, Munson!” He yelled across the parking lot.

“Shut your goddamn mouth Harrington!” Eddie yelled looking to comfort me.

“You know what freak, you’re just as bad as her! You deserve each other.” He screamed with hate.

I never saw Eddie this mad but telling him to forget it just wasn’t cutting it. Eddie stormed over to Steve and watched him slam punches into Steve’s face. Steve swung a couple of fists back but Eddie backed away. He was bleeding from his nose. I ran up to him and he assured me that he was fine. He opened the passenger door for me and helped me inside. Eddie gave the scariest death stare to Steve as he got in the truck. He turned on the small light in the vehicle and looked at his wounds. I reached over to rub his arm but he pulled back. He put the key into the ignition and sped out of the parking lot. I didn’t know what to do so I just looked out the window. We both agreed to let me out a few blocks away from my house to avoid unnecessary drama from my parents. As we pulled up to our usual spot I looked at him with watery eyes.

“Thanks for the ride Eddie, I really do appreciate it. I’m sorry things got out of —” I said while getting interrupted.

“Listen, I get all the issues but right now it’s kind of a lot. I’m not the fighter type and look what happened. Don’t take all of this to heart - I’m just really riled up and super angry. You’ve never seen me like this, I know. So, I’ll see you around Y/N.” He said harshly.

I slowly got out of his van and watched as he sped away. The dust was filling around me and I broke into tears. I eventually made it back home. The only person awake was my brother and he didn’t question anything. I ran into my room and slammed the door. Tears were flowing down my face and I grabbed Eddie’s shirt and held it close. A few hours later, the phone rang past our normal range of time. I answered it without thinking about anything. Eddie was on the line crying and trying to apologize for his behavior. We spoke briefly before hanging up but he wanted to meet up before school in the morning. I fell asleep and managed to stay asleep for the entire night.

The next morning I tried to get myself ready quickly and even decided to wear a bit of makeup which was different. It was finally movie date night and I was very excited. I got to see Eddie twice today which was a really great treat. My parents made pancakes which I only had a few bites of because I was so excited. I practically ran out the door and waited in our meetup spot. Eddie showed up not much longer after. He pulled over and ran around the truck and hugged me so tight that I thought I was going to burst.

“I’m so glad to see you. I hope I didn’t upset you last night. I wasn’t in the right mindset. But, we get to finally go on our date tonight. I’m really excited.” He whispered in my ear, still holding on to me.

“I only cried for hours, Eddie. It really upset me because you mean a lot to me. I can’t wait for our date though.” I said softly and saw his face changing expression quickly.

“Well, how about…we skip school today and make today something for our memories.” He mentioned giggling like a kid.

I nodded and watched him get so excited. He had plans to show me cool places and treat me like the princess I am. He showed me lovers' lake, skull rock (where we actually smoke a lot of weed) and ended up at the Palace to play endless arcade games. The day went by so quickly it was hard to believe that it was almost time to watch the movie I’ve been so excited for. Eddie bought snacks and popcorn and I got to choose the seats. I was surprised that this movie was sold out. Eddie fell for jumpscares throughout the movie. He made a move and we somewhat cuddled up together. It was the perfect date. The movie was over and I couldn’t believe how happy Eddie was with the movie. We walked down the dark alleyway back to his truck. As we approached Eddie's truck, I got the nerve up to say what I was thinking.

“Eddie, I have something to tell you.” I blurted out randomly.

“Yeah, sweetheart? Spill the deets!” He replied putting all of his focus on me.

“Well, after everything - I’ve decided that I think I’m in love with you.” I replied looking into his brown eyes.

He didn’t say a word but grabbed my face and kissed me.

“That makes me so happy, Y/N because I love you so much. I’m so glad you’re in my life now.” He said resting our foreheads together.

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brimbrimbrimbrim · 2 years

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no more fortune teller/eddie content? 🥺

I was legit writing more when you sent me this ask. Here, have a lil taste ya heathen. :P

Suddenly, what once felt like a spacious hellhole of a home, has become a cluster fuck of claustrophobia, in particular, your room; it’s currently filled to the brim with two slug dogs (or demo dogs as Dustin clarified earlier), one said Dustin Henderson, a very tired looking Eddie Munson and one rattling Demogorgon. The Demogorgon, to its credit, has remained hunched over in the corner of your bedroom beside the lava lamp those basketball assholes didn’t break in their way inside your home… and your old record player. It has, for all intents and purposes, been content to stand and watch you without eyes. It’s unnerving, though not necessarily in a dangerous way, more like viewing a tiger behind wire mesh walls and several feet of safety barricades. It won’t hurt you, nor anyone else… and you know this because the omens know this.

“So,” Eddie says from beside you on the edge of the bed, his freshly scrubbed hands clasped loosely between his knees, “... who wants to go first?”

Dustin is standing between the slugs and the bigger, much more toothsome slug with an armload of your dad’s sweaters, jackets, scarves and work shirts, not that you’ve ever seen him in the work shirts or the sweaters or the jackets really. That asshole wore hawaiian shirts and wife beaters in January… and maybe a scarf or two.

“I vote your girlfriend does it.” Dustin says with synthetic fabrics piled under his chin. “She’s the one they trust not us…. certainly not you. I mean, I wouldn’t trust you if I were them.”

Eddie arches a brow, then both as if he’s as equally confused as he is waiting for an apology. “And what’s that suppose to mean?”

Dustin gets this lopsided look, kinda smiling but more of a dimpling amusement which looks utterly ridiculous smooshed above the ball of clothing. “Well, you’re like… you know…” Dustin wags his brows, showing the gap in his teeth, “You’re porking their mom. I’d hate your guts too.”

You give Eddie’s ruffled, shower-damp hair a look before catching his eye. Something red fills the metal head’s cheeks that makes you smirk despite the clicking, interdimensional monsters filling your personal space. It’s so cute when Eddie, despite all his philandering, gets embarrassed, even more so when it’s because of something a freshman said.

Eddie raises up a finger, rings gleaming against the purple-lava lamp light. He opens his mouth, but closes it after a half-second, face growing redder. You snort beside him, ignoring the way his head whips in your direction and the smell of your own shampoo mixed with his fresh, clean sweat slams into your nose; it’s like fucking kerostine for a bonfire the way it coils liquid warm between your legs.

Before Eddie can argue, you stand up from the edge of the bed and take the ginormous pile of clothes out of Dustin’s hands, tossing them in a large lump on the bed while Eddie starts grumbling curses.

“Cool your jets. He’s just joking around, Eddie. Now help me find something big to throw on the uh… the Demogorgon - fuck, we need to come up with a better name for it than that.”

“Oh!” Dustin exclaims, parking his ass on the bed while you and Eddie rifled through garments. “What about Al?”

“Naw,” Eddie, “ I say we call it Ozzie or Lizzy.”

You pull out an ugly christmas sweater and grin up at Eddie, “How about Jameson? Like Raid, ya know…”

Henderson grumbles, “I’m with Eddie on this one, Ozzie is cooler. Besides, it got no,” Dustin gropes the air awkwardly, as if he’s honking some hooters and nods, “you see? Lizzy’s a girls name.”

“I’ll have you know that Thin Lizzy is one of the greatest rock bands of all time,” you inform both Dustin and Eddie, the later you can feel making faces behind you, “Our demogorogon would be so lucky to be named after them.”

“You’re right,” Eddie leers, wacking your ass with a folded scarf before jumping back on his heels, avoiding what would have been a devastating sweater ripose. Sadly, the devestatingly adorable and chocolate eyed miscreant is far too nimble on his feet to get caught that easily.

You eyeball Eddie who cocks his head to the side, grinning cheekily and dashingly, looking like a right fucking rogue who’s got charisma dripping out his pours, so… you shrug a shoulder and say ‘fuck it.’

“Ozzie it is then.”

Both Eddie and Dustin high five each other behind you and you toss a several scarves into the Ozzie pile and try not to smile despite everything that has and will happen in the next thirty-six to forty-eight hours.

#ask #anon #eddie munson #sample #JUST A TASTE #fanfic #fortune teller #eddie munson x reader

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vickkinha · 2 years

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Some headcanons because i have a lot of them pt.1?

(Remember it's all my headcanons)

Nancy Wheeler

she doesn’t like candy that much, she would prefer something salty than something sweet

probably named at least one of her guns

she sometimes is clueless, like if someone tries to make a joke she will ask questions and say "i don't get it" until everyone just gives up on explaining

her notebooks usually have lots and lots of doodles

Smells nice, really really nice

facts, she knows a lot of fun facts and casually drops them in the conversation

Talks about jonathan a lot

she loves to tell stories about anythings

will hear you talk about things you like for hours because she loves to hear you being so passionate about things

Loves to watch movies, most drama but sometimes she likes horror movies

eddie munson

he would love to get other people to like metal or dnd

He doesn’t like when you touch his hair but likes to touch yours

he enjoys others company most of the time, he sometimes just stays with you in silence doing something just because you're there

he loves his guitar, wont let you touch it unless he is with you and sure you wont drop it or something

he likes horror movies but get paranoid when he watches them, wont admit it tho

he likes to jumpscare people, wich causes some problems like that time he jumpscared Steve and ended up punched in the face 💀

He let dustin choose a tatto for him once, a bad idea cleary but he got a really bad tatto just so he didnt let dustin down

Robin buckley

She really likes music, she sings its not bad but it isnt good either, but either way you love to hear she sings

will joke about anything 24/7

takes things to literally sometimes

She panics easily and only calm down after a while

Needs instructions to do the most easy thing

Loves dogs, like she can not pass by one without almost crying while petting them, never had a dog tho

had a cat once, it ran away and she never had pets again

hugs, hugs, hugs, hugs and the best hugs

dramatic, will hold you in place so you don't go away

loves to paint her nails even tho she doesn’t know how to make it look nice

probably would give her friends those 2$ rings because loves to give out presents

draws, not too good but its not ugly

has a sketchbook filled with drawning of her friends

Steve harrington

man will take any excuse to take off his shirt

let robin paint his nails like once, he didn't like it but stayed with it to not make her sad

Dont jumpscare him, he is more fight than flight

he will not go out without getting his hair nice

is worried about the kids 24/7

his favorite kid is max but don't tell the others

tried to play dnd once to make dustin happy, he didnt understand ANYTHING

confused 24/7

says he likes horror or action movies but in reality loves romance movies

he doesnt like to cry infront of people because his parents said it was stupid to cry :(

Likes dogs and cats, dont want neither of them, thinks he cant take care of it properly

his hair is his weakness, if you touch his hair he probably will melt

when he gets drunk he gets either crazy or sleeps a lot

i have a lot more about all the character will post more later maybe lol

#stranger things #stranger things headcanons #headcanons #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson

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munsontm · 1 year

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❝ we’re gonna be brave, and we’re gonna get out of this. ❞

@harringtontm

The Demobats had been bad enough; a lifetime of therapy earned from a few ugly encounters with the evil winged bastards. But they seemed to pale compared to everything else the Upside Down had to offer—Demogorgons, Mind Flayers, Demodogs, each one more terrifying than the last. The dogs were the worst, in Eddie's opinion, because they were fast and came in packs, reminding him of the bats in a roundabout way. They made him feel weak, helpless, like a lamb ripe for the slaughter, as if they somehow knew how much their presence spooked him. For all Eddie knew, the Demodogs did know.

His hands trembled between the walls of a demented Hawkin's High, or what used to be Hawkin's High. The once pristine white walls looked grey, covered in vines and goo. Poisonous mist swirled about the hallways, inhuman shrieks crying out from deep within, ready to strike for blood at any moment. Only someone with a death wish would dare enter. So, of course, Eddie landed himself a boyfriend with a hero complex who wanted to do just that. Granted, Steve was right that going through the certain death hallway happened to be the only way out from the science lab they'd temporarily locked themselves away in, but Eddie didn't want him to be right in their situation. Instead, Eddie decided to do what he did best when afraid, talk. "We used to have chemistry together here, remember? Mrs Abel? It was fourth period on a Wednesday." Nervous laughter broke free from his lips. A shaky hand pushed through damp bangs. He smiled. "You sat right in the goddamn middle where everyone always noticed and paid attention to you. I always wondered if it was intentional...m'not so sure now."

The brightened expression slowly fell when Eddie gestured to the bench at the back of the classroom, covered in the same monstrous vines. "I sat there and doodled for the whole year, then didn't graduate again. Guess that's not happening this year either, huh?" Half a smile returned, and Eddie chewed on his bottom lip. He'd run out of things to say. Now they had to run for it, maybe die, but perhaps live too. It still baffled him to think about how, once upon a time, at the same time, they existed in this room together on complete opposite sides of the social scale, utterly unknown to one another except for their names and reputation—never saying a word, how things changed.

Steve stepped closer to him and took Eddie's hand in his own, bringing it to his lips where he kissed the grimy knuckles with such affection that Eddie swore his knees almost buckled. Their relationship was still new, still finding its legs. Six months in a human life was nothing. Yet, when Steve looked at him with eyes so gentle, loving warmth radiating from his dirt-crusted face in the middle of hell, Eddie knew it all to be for his benefit. Both of them were scared. But Steve pushed his fears aside to give Eddie the strength he needed.

Eddie's hands stopped trembling when Steve spoke. He just nodded, accepting that they could somehow achieve their goal together. In the room where they had been strangers, they were now lovers, on the same page, aware of one another in the most intimate ways. The nightmare which took over their lives and made them unwilling soldiers also brought them together. Would their paths ever have crossed this way if not for Vecna? Probably not.

"Okay, but don't let go of my hand, Steve. Promise? No matter what. Don't let go." Don't leave me.

Never.

That one word became a balm that soothed the terror in his heart. To know he wouldn't be abandoned, to trust that Steve genuinely cared for him fully. It meant everything to Eddie, and courage swelled in his heart. He couldn't wait to tell Steve about it later in their crappy makeshift camp bunk.

#ship. whenever i’m alone with you; you make me feel like i am whole again ( harringtontm ) 💙#v. volume 5.#harringtontm #i'm fine. :')

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incorrectitquotes-blog · 7 years

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Richie gets a puppy, names it "Ugly eddie" when asked why "because Eddie is cuter than any dog in the world"

this is the cutest shit I’ve ever read

#i want to have a dog named Ugly Eddie #ask #psylockethe2nd #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak

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yesiwasateenagewerewolf · 3 years

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The Derry Town House is a small, unassuming hotel.

It's old-fashioned and ugly, in desperate need of an update.

It's a strange place for Bill's agent to have booked him.

Stranger still, Bill isn't the only celebrity staying there. Richie Tozier and Beverly Marsh are both checked in. Beverly's husband is with her, a man named Tom who makes the hairs on the back of Bill's neck stand on end even though he's never met either of them before.

The room next to his is booked by a youthful architect, Ben Hanscom, who invades Bill's table at dinner, inviting himself to the seat next to him. Ben is there to meet a client about a private job, but Bill only half listens, jotting down thoughts in his notebook as the night draws on.

He observes the other guests with barley concealed interest, picking them over like they were characters in one of his stories.

There is Stanley Uris, an accountant, who complains to the front desk because none of his calls to Georgia are going through and he wants to speak to his wife; and Eddie Kaspbrak, a small, terrified looking man who's on holiday with his overbearing wife and looks like he would rather be anywhere else.

Eddie's wife makes a fuss at dinner, screaming at him for some mistake before she storms up to their room. Bill thinks he should go comfort him, rises in his seat automatically, but Richie is already there, glass of whiskey in hand, sliding down in the seat beside Eddie as if he belongs there. A seventh, and final, man joins them as the evening draws on. His name is Mike Hanlon, he's a librarian and he makes a beeline for Bill's table when he recognises him. Much like Ben, he invites himself to sit down, but Bill finds him rather charming.

At some point Beverly's husband goes to the bar and doesn't come back. She looks around, eyes darting nervously like a cornered cat, until she realises he isn't watching her, and her composure breaks. She laughs out loud, startling them all.

"Come on," she says. "I don't wanna eat alone."

Ben pushes everyone's tables together and Richie drags in their chairs. The atmosphere is almost like a party. They all get on so well, instinctively knowing which buttons to push and when to hold off, making each other laugh. Richie has his arm around Eddie's shoulders, one hand petting his hair. Beverly sits with her knees drawn up, tucking herself into Ben's side. Bill drapes his legs over Mike's lap, yawning, abandoning his notebook in favour of soaking in the warmth of the strangers. Stan flutters between them all like some excited bird, talking over them. Eventually, apologetically, Eddie remembers his wife upstairs. He excuses himself, ignoring Richie's attempts to talk him into staying with them, and heads off to bed. Richie's eyes follow him as he leaves the room. It's hardly five minutes later when Eddie returns, wild eyed and shivering.

His wife is gone.

The bedroom is empty. Only Eddie's suitcases remain.

He's practically hysterical by the time Richie grips his arm and steers him towards the lobby, telling Eddie in a hushed voice that they'll check outside and see if his car is still there.

Beverly doesn't want to find Tom. It's unspoken, but Bill knows it anyway. Stan and Mike offer to check the bar, circling to protect themselves rather than hunting for someone they've lost. Ben takes her room key and checks upstairs. Bill sits with her in silence, trying to think of the right words to say, of how to ask the question when he already knows the answer. "Yes, he hits me," Beverly says, reaching for the packet of cigarettes in her jacket.

Mike and Stan come back from the bar, carrying a bottle or two, but having found no sight of Tom or anyone else.

Beverly smokes in silence until Richie and Eddie return.

Richie runs a hand through his hair, distracted, and laughs uneasily when they ask him if Eddie's car is gone. "We couldn't get outside," he says. "I mean we went through the front door but we just kept looping back into the lobby every time."

Eddie whines low and has to sit down in the nearest chair. He puts his head between his knees, breathing deep and Richie rubs his back soothingly. Bill gets up, wondering if this is some stupid joke, and heads out to try it himself. He walks out the front door.

And walks back into the hotel lobby.

Ben is standing there, his eyes wide and face pale. "I can't find her husband anywhere," he says. "I looked, I really looked, and I found blood in the bathroom, Bill." They all try to leave - together, in pairs, or on their own, but it doesn't work.

Stan excuses himself, heads upstairs, then walks back into the lobby.

"What did you do?" Richie asks, voice harsh, and it takes Bill a second to catch up to why.

Stan only shrugs. "I thought I would see if jumping from the roof changed anything. It didn't, clearly."

Richie throws his hands up in despair and rounds them all up, ushering them back into the dinning room like a sheep dog nipping at the heels of his flock. Bill finds his notebook open on the table, facing up. Scribbled brightly across the page, in big red lettering, are the words 'WELCOME HOME, LOSERS CLUB".

#so I was listening to 'hotel california' and this happened #losers club au #they can check out any time they like #but they can't ever leave #reddie pre-slash #bev's husband is his own warning #stan and attempted suicide #bike pre-slash #benerverly pre-het #eddie's terrible marriage

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littlemissvincentvega · 3 years

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Hi! I love your writing and how you manage to keep the characters realistic and believable. I would like an scenario in which Mr. Pink works with a reader who has the same terrible fashion sense as him (Hawaiian shirts 24/7) +bonus points if they arrive to a meeting with their shirts mixed up w/o noticing. Thank you and have a lovely day!!!

thank you!!! that means a lot babe 🥺💖 YES i love this request ahhh im so sorry it took me so long to get to! i’ve not really been writing lately but rn i have muse sooo here goes

i left it on a cliffhanger bc its funnier to me but yeah LMAO i hope its good enough babe!!! <3 also a bit of this is inspired by the office because i am a loser ok enjoy

content warning: bad language, homophobic slurs

“We look so cool,” you nod, a shit-eating grin plastered across your face.

Pink returns the grin, hands on his hips-- you’re standing side-by-side admiring yourselves in the mirror. “Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

Dorks. Utter dorks.

Two dorks that met in a thrift store shopping for those ugly Hawaiian shirts you wear pretty much every single day. Sometimes you even sleep in them (Pink’s, they’re bigger on you and comfier). You had approached him with a curious twinkle in your eye-- you’d frequented that very store for about year and spotted him once or twice. Pink was probably the only other person you’d seen there who actually bought the Hawaiian shirts. They were... a specific taste. Not many people liked them as much as you did. The man was a closed book at first (not much different to now, but that was Steve) but, after having a couple of coffee dates, he began to slowly show his feelings for you.

You’ve been together a good year by now and, after struggling with money for most of your life, he decided to gently introduce you to a life of organised crime. Of course he had made sure you were absolutely certain you wanted this, and you were. It seemed exciting. Dangerous. Something new and different. “Honey, we can be real partners in crime now,” you’d told him, grinning. That had forced a smile out of him.

The Cabots had welcomed you in with open arms-- Steve had told you he’d known them since he was a kid, and the way they talked gave that away. Joe seemed to care deeply about his employees despite his hard exterior, and Eddie was a great laugh-- an all-around genuine guy.

Fast-forward a couple of months and you’re now considered one of the Reservoir Dogs-- that’s what you call yourselves, anyway. Joe had decided on the name. He’d also decided not to elaborate on why the fuck he chose that name, but it sounded cool to you. So you weren’t fussed. But back to the Dogs-- there’s you, Mr. Purple, Steve, Mr. Pink. And the others are simply known as Mr. White, Mr. Orange, Mr. Blue, Mr. Brown and Mr. Blonde. You don’t know their real names. Perhaps in time you’ll get to know them better, but for now it’s for your own protection (and theirs).

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“Alright, gentlemen - lady - jeweller’s on 27th St. Easy job. You listenin’?”

A collective hum from everybody, and Joe’s expression hardened. “I said, are you listenin’?”

“Yeah.”

“Stop fidgeting, you asswipe,” you mutter, giving your boyfriend a glare, which he quickly returns.

“Can it, you two,” Eddie hisses.

“It’s this fucking stupid shirt, it’s too tight,” Pink scowls defensively.

“Hey-- it ain’t my fault you’re too fat for your fuckin’ clothes.”

Blonde chuckles. “You’re one to fuckin’ talk, Eds. You, uh, have a pack’a donuts for your breakfast this mornin’?”

“I’m warning you, asshole.”

“What is it with you and those ugly fuckin’ shirts, anyway?” Blonde questions, that general smugness about his face.

“I like your shirt, man,” Brown objects, earning an eyeroll from your boyfriend.

“That’s just what I wanted to fuckin’ hear. Mr. Faggot over here complimenting my dress sense.”

“Don’t be fucking rude, you little asshole!” you scowl, leaning over to flick him in the cheek. “He’s just being nice!”

He just ignores you, continuing to fiddle with his buttons. “I don’t know why I bought this fuckin’ thing. The buttons are on the wrong fucking side.” Well, that was it. As soon as he’d uttered those words, White began howling with husky laughter, followed by everyone else (although Brown didn’t know exactly what he was laughing at). Even Joe was snickering. Yep, he’s wearing your fucking shirt. And you’re wearing his.

Your hand finds your face, and you let out a defeated sigh. “Oh, you fucking idiot.”

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From Green River to Nirvana to Bush: A Brief History of Grunge

The origin of the term grunge, which means either repugnant or dirty came from most likely a Sub Pop music catalog to describe an EP released by the band Green River in 1987. “Gritty vocals, roaring Marshall amps, ultra-loose GRUNGE that destroyed the morals of a generation". The term grunge had been used since the 1960’s to describe an array of bands, but this was the first time the term had been applied to any music out of Seattle. One of the reasons the music coming out of Seattle sounded so dirty or sludgy came for a very practical reason. Most of these groups did not have very much money, which meant when creating new songs in the studio these artists could not spend the money they did not have on cleaning up the sound. The scene of Seattle first came from two colleges, Evergreen State and the University of Washington, which brought about the hugely popular radio station KAOS, where Nirvana would actually play in 1987. Many major bands that came out of Seattle like Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden hated the term. One primary reason was the fact that it stereotyped these bands into one generic genre as even these three specific groups were vastly different from one another. Nirvana was pop punk, Pearl Jam embodied classic rock, and Soundgarden turned out to be much more metal. Ben Shepherd of Soundgarden would say he hated the term and did not want to be associated with it. Many musicians from Seattle all the way down the line never referred to grunge in any manner whatsoever. Rolling Stone would say that there did not exist any clear definition of what defined grunge as it covered a bunch of bands that were very different from each other.

The start of early grunge in Seattle began when Black Flag came to town in 1984. They were the poster child for hardcore punk at the time. Black Flag’s album My War was huge in terms of Seattle’s sound as it took elements of metal and traditional rock, then slowed it down. Steve Turner of Mudhoney would later comment. “A lot of other people around the country hated the fact that Black Flag slowed down ... but up here it was really great ... we were like 'Yay!' They were weird and fucked-up sounding." One of the people that went to these Black Flag shows was Buzz Osbourne, lead singer of local group the Melvins. After seeing Black Flag, he began writing riffs for his own band that were much slower and heavier. This became the very beginning of Northwest grunge, which producer Jack Endino called slowed down punk rock. Seattle musician Leighton Breezer would describe it as essentially playing punk rock backwards. Another key ingredient to grunge’s development came in the infusion of metal elements with the greatest influence being Black Sabbath. One approach for these early bands was to take a metal riff, then play it backwards with a ton of feedback, while screaming lyrics on top of it. Another other source of the grunge sound came with indie rock, which should not be discounted because it brought that pop melody into the equation. A huge influence on this emerged with Sonic Youth. Other artists included Pixies and Dinosaur Jr. Kurt Cobain identified with the former in particular as he noted in a Rolling Stone interview, "I connected with that band so heavily that I should have been in that band—or at least a Pixies cover band. We used their sense of dynamics, being soft and quiet and then loud and hard." These artists did seem to embrace the ugly aspect of the music as they loved to pen dark lyrics mirroring society at the time. This stood in stark contrast to the mainstream sex, drugs and rock and roll of the hair metal coming out of Los Angeles. The Seattle bands would even take things from so called cheesy rock bands like Kiss. Buzz Osbourne would say they would steal from the ridiculous rock bands too seeing what they could get away with all the time. Rock writer Kyle Anderson would say this about grunge when reviewing Sixteen Stone from Bush. “The twelve songs on Sixteen Stone sound exactly be like what grunge is supposed to sound like, while the whole point of grunge was that it didn't really sound like anything, including itself. Just consider how many different bands and styles of music have been shoved under the "grunge" header in this discography alone, and you realize that grunge is probably the most ill-defined genre of music in history."

Certain artists prior to bands like the Melvins and Green River heavily influenced that Seattle sound including Here Are The Sonics, released in 1965 by The Sonics.[153] Neil Young's albums Rust Never Sleeps (1979) and Ragged Glory (1990). Neil Young symbolized everything that grunge and Seattle seemed to represent including plaid flannels and distorted guitar. He would even have Pearl Jam act as his backing band for the 1995 album Mirror Ball. These groups were soon labeled proto-grunge. Other artists included Elvis Costello, the Stooges, Led Zeppelin, and Creedence Clearwater Revival for their respective 1970’s and 1980’s albums. Another effect on the development of the sound came in the city of Seattle itself as it flew below the radar when compared with other cities. Sub Pop’s Jonathan Poneman would say in an interview. “Seattle was a perfect example of a secondary city with an active music scene that was completely ignored by an American media fixated on Los Angeles and New York [City]." Everything about the style that would become associated with Seattle came out of necessity, not really any choice. Trucker hats, pawnshop clothes, cheap guitar all sprung from the fact that Seattle in fact was a very poor town. For his part, Kurt Cobain when Nevermind went number one was actually living in his car. Local post-punk bands also had an effect on what eventually became the grunge bands of the late eighties such as The Fartz, The U-Men, 10 Minute Warning, The Accüsed, and the Fastbacks. Yet, one must note there existed a differential between these groups and those that came to define early grunge.

The very first grunge record has been regularly referred to as Come on Down from Green River. The band would later split up with half the group later forming Pearl Jam and the other half creating Mudhoney. Another release that hugely helped along the development of the Seattle sound was in the Deep Six compilation featuring tracks from six bands: Green River, Soundgarden, Melvins, Malfunkshun, Skin Yard, and The U-Men. Jack Endino would make this observation about the release at the time. “People just said, 'Well, what kind of music is this? This isn't metal, it's not punk, What is it?' ... People went 'Eureka! These bands all have something in common.'" Later around the same time, Sub Pop released a similar compilation, along with a new EP from Green River, Dry As a Bone. The effect of the Sub Pop label had everything to do with the Seattle sound too because of their heavy commitment to cleverly selling the brand to the rest of the world as one of the greatest regional music scenes in the history of the world. The early concerts sponsored by the label were not attended by very many people, but Sub Pop’s photographer made it look like the concert of the year. Their marketing was top notch when it came to letting the rest of the world know there was something incredible happening in Seattle. Sub Pop was not alone in spearheading the indie movement in the Pacific Northwest, but other labels released new music including C/Z Records, Estrus Records, EMpTy Records and PopLlama Records. In the late 1980’s, Jonathan Poneman of Sub Pop asked Everett True to write about the local Seattle music scene for Melody Maker. This article gave Seattle some of the first mainstream national exposure besides word of mouth. According to Charles R. Cross, the bands that embodied the grunge sound more than anyone else were not just Nirvana or Pearl Jam, but groups like Tad, Mudhoney, Blood Circus. Sub Pop actually looked to Mudhoney to be the breakout band from their label allowing Nirvana to leave without much protest.

The negative issue with such exposure became that new groups began to move to Seattle hoping to be discovered while claiming to be an authentic local group, when in reality they were not. Steve Turner would say, “It was really bad. Pretend bands were popping up here, things weren't coming from where we were coming from." The first group to sign to a major label was Soundgarden, followed by Alice In Chains and Screaming Trees soon after. Unfortunately, this really signaled the end of a truly independent local music scene, but the major labels coming to Washington state was probably inevitable.

The major label signings were expected but when Nirvana released Nevermind, the repercussions were in no way contemplated in any way whatsoever. The success of the record changed everything because it made what would become alternative music able to be sold as merchandise and in a cultural sense. Michael Azerrad said it represented "a sea-change in rock music" in which the entire country said we are done with hair metal. We want something a bit more realistic when it comes to our music. The newfound popularity of grunge made it possible for other niche audiences to consider the potential financially and culturally for their music to be successful. A more current example may be seen in dubstep and EDM. Pearl Jam would be the first beneficiaries of Nirvana’s lightning bolt, no pun intended. Jeff Ament and Stone Goddard, formerly of Green River and Mother Lovebone, had joined forces with a California surfer by the name of Eddie Vedder. People tend to forget that Pearl Jam’s seminal album Ten was actually released a month before Nevermind. By 1992, the entire country had embraced everything Seattle including Pearl Jam, Temple of the Dog, Soundgarden, and Alice In Chains. Journalists were starting to call the city the “New Liverpool.” Cameron Crowe even made a film centered around Seattle entitled Singles, which featured a fictitious band with Eddie Vedder as their drummer. The fashion fads of grunge did not go unnoticed to corporate America as knit caps and flannels would increase in price very quickly. Entertainment Weekly made this observation in 1993. “There hasn't been this kind of exploitation of a subculture since the media discovered hippies in the '60s". One could now see grunge being sold in the form of all kinds of products including an official grunge air freshener.

There do exist some characteristics of the grunge sound itself that people did agree upon, but much like the term itself there are open debates as well. As noted previously, the electric guitar had represented a dirty sound, hence the name grunge. There existed a heavy emphasis on distortion through the use of stompbox pedals with very large amplifiers connected to them. The other major characteristic that defined grunge besides distortion was loudness. Some critics have dismissed the artistry within grudge as merely noise, not anything else. Another effect utilized by grunge was the guitarists use of the Wah Wah pedal as evidenced by Pearl Jam, the Screaming Trees, Soundgarden, and Alice in Chains. The controversial and debatable aspect of the guitar is the question of whether the popularity of the music helped to kill the guitar solo. Most of grunge’s guitarists despised the shredding solos made famous in the 1980’s by such musicians as Eddie Van Halen. Jerry Cantrell of Alice In Chains would say that guitar solos should serve as a complement to the song, not its own entity. Will Byers of the Guardian wrote an article that argued grunge’s guitarists like Kurt Cobain helped to effectively kill the guitar solo in popular music. Unlike classic artists such as Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain and others from Seattle had very little interest in mastering the instrument. The Soundgarden guitarist would even say that he got bored doing solos, so he just filled it with fuzz and distortion anyway. The argument does fall apart a little bit when you look at the entire breadth of grunge at the time because Pearl Jam’s Mike McCready and the Smashing Pumpkins’ Billy Corgan have been consistently referred to as some of the most influential guitarists in the entire decade. The production was also similar in approach as it heavily emphasized low cost, which always meant a low fi sound. For the band Mudhoney, they had to tell the record label to decrease the budget for one of their albums because they did not need to spend that much. The two important producers were Jack Endino and Steve Albini. They both took a very hands off approach to producing with very little to do with remastered effects and mixing. They both believed that the job of the producer was to simply record the music, but not impede in any way creatively for the artist. For example, In Utero was recorded in the same room with the entire band, while most mainstream producers would have recorded it separately then combined them on a multi track recorder. That approach would often give off a very live feel to a grunge release from the recording studio. Many bands simply wanted to replicate the sound energy from their live shows. A grunge concert was defined by bands who jumped, thrashed, and screamed on stage, while most of the audience would mosh or slam dance. The artists would never use any visual aids, props, or special effects to enhance the experience, but instead you were simply seeing essentially a local band. Dave Rimmer would write about the philosophy behind any true grunge show. It seemed “for Cobain, and lots of kids like him, rock & roll ... threw down a dare: Can you be pure enough, day after day, year after year, to prove your authenticity, to live up to the music ... And if you can't, can you live with being a poseur, a phony, a sellout?"

One of the negative aspects associated with grunge came in the question of how prevalent overall did heroin play in the lives of the artists. Not only did Kurt Cobain suffer from heroin addiction, but other artists did as well from that era including Scott Weiland of Stone Temple Pilots, Evan Dando of the Lemonheads, Jimmy Chamberlain of Smashing Pumpkins, Courtney Love of Hole, and Mark Lanegan of Screaming Trees. The comparison was made to the hippies of the 1960’s, who had embraced marijuana. The grunge musicians of the 1990’s seemed to look to heroin while in the city of Seattle. The downer effects of the drug represented what the lyrics told you about how these artists were feeling, self-hatred, nihilism. By taking heroin, someone could hide themselves from the world avoiding any sense of reality. The drug would take many casualties along the way including Andrew Wood of Mother Lovebone, Cobain, the keyboardist for the Smashing Pumpkins, Layne Staley of Alice in Chains, and later the bassist for the band Hole. One group that almost beat Nirvana to the punch of making it on a national basis was Mother Lovebone. Their lead singer Andrew Wood tragically died of a heroin overdose right before their debut album Green Apple was set to be released. They represented the number one band throughout the local Seattle music scene at the time. After his death, the remaining members of Mother Love Bone, Chris Cornell of Soundgarden, and Eddie Vedder joined up to create the tribute band for the late singer, Temple of the Dog. One of the first times fans heard Eddie Vedder on record was not Pearl Jam’s Ten, but actually Temple of the Dog. Jeff Ament and Stone Gossard did eventually join up with Vedder to form Pearl Jam. Courtney Love would a later comment that she thought heroin was easier to get in Seattle, than it was in Los Angeles or San Francisco. Yet, Daniel House of C/Z Records would argue that the idea of Seattle being a mecca for heroin was simply not true. He said the prevalence of the drug was no worse than any other American city in the country, while magazines like Rolling Stone contended that marijuana and MDMA seemed to be more likely the drug of choice for these artists.

Another important characteristic of grunge was is the active role that women played as musicians, as well as promoters of the movement. These groups included acts such as L7, Lunachicks, Dickless, 7 Year Bitch, The Gits, Courtney Love's band Hole (and Love's other 1990s groups), and Babes in Toyland. VH1 writer Dan Baker would comment that L7 were an “all-female grunge band [that] emanated from the fertile L.A. underground scene and [which] had strong ties with ... Black Flag and could match any male band in attitude and volume." The lead singer of the all girl band Bikini Kill Katherine Hanna would help to start the feminist punk underground movement called Riotgrrrl in the Pacific Northwest out of Olympia, Washington. This social and political movement began to embrace some of the same qualities found within grunge music. Singer Hanna was also the person that coined the phrase Smells Like Teen Spirit as Cobain had dated her drummer Toby Vail for a time. Coincidentally, she would later go onto marry Adam Horowitz of the Beastie Boys.

By late 1992, there began a strong backlash against anything referred to as grunge. Both Damon Albarn and Billy Corgan of Blur and Smashing Pumpkins respectively would say at their live shows, “Fuck grunge.” Kurt Cobain would say in an interview that being famous was the last thing he ever wanted to be. Along with a return to their punk roots, Nirvana’s album In Utero subtly was intentionally “abrasive” as a form of protest against the entire grunge trend. Despite their efforts, the album still went number one in its first week of release. Everything grunge related saw incredible success including groups like Candlebox, Soundgarden, and Alice In Chains, as they all released records that saw platinum achievement very quickly. As LA looked for the next Motley Crue in the 1980’s, record labels now began to look for the next Nirvana. Some of these second wave groups included Stone Temple Pilots, Veruca Salt, and Toadies. Unfortunately, Stone Temple Pilots were called out in the press for jumping on the bandwagon that was the Seattle sound. Their biggest flaw came in being from Los Angeles, not Seattle. Another group that suffered from this backlash was represented with Bush, who released their second album in 1994, Razorblade Suitcase. Chuck Klosterman would write, “Bush was a good band who just happened to signal the beginning of the end; ultimately, they would become the grunge Warrant.” The exact death of grunge has been debated as to a precise date, but one of the biggest factors came when Pearl Jam and Soundgarden began to fade from view for a time. Another huge issue came with the death of Hole’s bassist from a heroin overdose. This just brought up memories from Kurt Cobain’s tragic death as his widow was lead singer of the group. Jason Heller of the av club would write the the final nail in grunge’s coffin actually came in the release of In Utero in 1993. He argued that once his angst became commercial, then it was time to leave the scene. Nirvana had made the scene, and they obviously ended it. Billy Corgan would say after the death of Cobain in an interview, “The party’s over.”

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but at what cost. - Chapter One: And So The Cycle Starts Again

It's early November, 2015. They haven't even heard from each other in nearly five years. Some... more than that. Eddie had vanished off the face of the earth, Stan seemed to want nothing to do with any of them and Richie is... Well he found himself in Chicago. On Ben and Bev's couch. They have kids now, and therapy, and mentla health issues, but Richie's more than a little determined to spend his second year of sobriety fixing his wrongs, and seeing everyone's face again. Almost everyone's face again. It all depends on who will accept his apologies.

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Elliot poked at his father’s shoulder the way kids do when they don’t know how to wake them. His father was shirtless, wrapped under the covers with shoulder blades out and head tucked under a pillow. Elliot had tried to call out, but didn’t want to startle him awake.

No need for more startling. There was too much of that already.

So, Elliot used his index and middle finger to gently poke and prod at his father. His skin was a little sweaty. He smelled sweaty, too. He was up late last night working on something, talking with Elliot’s mother quietly. But his mother was harder to wake up, and much easier startled, so Dad it was.

And his father’s eyes must’ve opened, because he stirred. His head lifted from the pillows and his mousy brown; slightly curly hair stuck to his face.

He almost had a beard now, but Elliot figured it would be shaven back down to a polite stubble soon. Dad never cared for his appearance too much, and Mom never liked him in a beard.

Reminds me too much of my ex-husband. She would say, and then coo at dad. Plus, it's too rough to enjoy.

Dad always went red at this comment, but never explained what it meant. Must’ve been an adult thing. Elliot remembered growing up, kissing his father’s cheek when it was a beard and feeling the itchy prickle on his mouth for the rest of the day. Since Mom and Dad kiss so much, maybe Mom felt the same way.

“Dad?” Elliot asked gently, confirming his dad was awake, and not just looking at him.

“What’s up kiddo?” Dad replied. He sounded rough and groggy. Elliot was a smart 11-year-old. He knew the vague effects of hangover when his father wore them. It wasn’t so often he did this, but Elliot had seen the signs.

“Um…” Elliot shifted on his feet. “There’s a weird man on the couch.”

Dad shifted up more. His eyes opened properly, and the warm concern in his eyes made Elliot feel a little better.

“What are you talking about?”

Mom sat up a little bit. She was wearing one of Dad’s shirts. She looked grumpy.

Mom was almost always grumpy in the morning, wearing a big furrowed frown, yawning and grunting. Dad liked being awake in the morning but he was a little less aware. It was fun for Elliot to watch them interact first thing in the morning.

“A man?” mom said with a bit of disdain.

“He’s tall and long and has lots of tattoos and won’t get off the couch.” Elliot thought perhaps, when he first saw the mystery man, that his house was being robbed.

He had seen robbers on TV. They went for small empty houses, not the open cottage house he lived in. And robbers wore darker clothes, and were in and out of the house trying not to get caught. Elliot knew the couch-hogger wasn’t a robber when he yanked a blanket out of JJ's hands. No robber wants to steal from a 10-year-old.

“A tall man with tattoos…” dad mumbled, eyes closing shut again and frowning, trying to remember, or perhaps wake up. “Stealing our couch?”

“He’s not stealing it.” Elliot promised, thinking about Looney Toon burglars. “He’s just trying to sleep.”

Dad leaned over his shoulder and looked at Mom, the way parents seemed to when they thought they knew something their children did not.

“Are there flags on the back of his neck? Tattoo flags?” Mom asked, still looking at Dad.

Elliot nodded. “The Irish flag, I think. Its green and white and red.”

“That’s Italian.” Dad looked over at him and then started to get out of bed.

“Italian flag then.” Elliot said. “Should I call the police? Do we know him?”

Mom swung herself out of bed. She looked a little nervous, which made Elliot think he should call the cops, even though the couch man didn’t seem particularly dangerous. A nuisance, yes, but you call the cops when there’s a weird raccoon in your garbage right?

“He was playing tug-of-war with JJ for his blanket. Do we know him?” Elliot asked again.

“You don’t know him. Your mother and I know him well.” Dad put a hoodie on. It was the soft Star Wars one. He wears it a lot when he plays with LEGO. Maybe he’ll play LEGOs with Elliot today.

“What’s his name?”

Ben scratched his chin. He did not know how or why Richie broke into his house last night. Or why he yanked Ben’s youngest’s favorite blanket from his grubby little fingers. Or how the dog didn’t lose her damn mind seeing him.

That’s not fully true. Ben could come up with answers for all but one of these questions. 1: Ben gave him one of the spare keys almost a decade ago. In case there was an emergency. 2: he probably took JJ's blanket because it’s a soft blanket and the couch's designated blanket is crap. Richie was cold, so he nabbed it and went back to sleep, knowing a nine-year-old wouldn’t be able to get it back (although he had another thing coming because last week JJ found out what an air horn was, and knew there was one in Dad’s Office) 3. Lucy probably remembered him from the last time he was here.

It was all about why then.

Thinking about that night made Ben clench his jaw. He breathed deeply. Anger is an ugly emotion; his mother always says. Just breathe Benny.

His mother is the only one who gets to call him Benny. Not even Bev called him Benny.

Richie was tucked into the fold of the couch, back bare, tattoos covering his shoulders and going down his spine. His hair was long, longer than Ben remembered it being. His jeans were still on, as evidence by the clear leather in his belt loops and the cuffs at his ankles but his shirt was thrown over the arm of the couch and his socks were on top of it.

Ben looked to the front door. A new key on the key rack, and a pair of white converse that had been drawn and painted all over kept neatly by the front door.

Then Ben noticed something that struck the anger out of him. Bev saw it first, of course, she must’ve been looking for it.

“Richie, get up.” Ben said, not really caring all the much because it was Richie and Richie is like he's always been.

Richie moved, curling in on himself, and his tattooed fingers wrapped around the opposing bicep. He was awake alright.

“Richie. What are you doing here?” Bev asked, walking over and peeling the blankets off him. “Move so I can sit.”

“Or? Whatcha gonna do, Foxy, sit on me?” Richie said, in a clear and steady voice. Far more than Ben had expected, and by her face, far more than Bev expected too.

“I have stilettos that would go right through your belt. Get. Up.”

Richie's legs, which had been hanging over the arm of the couch, tucked in, giving Bev room to sit.

Ben rolled his eyes.

He considered himself a forgiving guy. He forgave Bill years ago. He forgave Stan. He even forgave Eddie. But Richie was a different story. He’s spent many years forgiving him. Praying for him.

Now’s the time Tozier. Was it worth it or not?

“Richie, are you sober?” Ben asked, speaking his mind once and a while. He looked behind him, and in the hallway doorframe was his boys. JJ was bravely stepped in front of Eli, ready to get his blanket back.

“To your rooms, please.”

They looked up at him with their wide eyes. Ben knew they were smart enough to know not to argue, given the tone of Ben’s voice, the sharpness in Beverly's words and the confusion of Richie's presence. So, they turned on their feet and ushered each other into JJ's room. In minutes Ben knew they’d cross the hall into Elliot’s room instead.

Eileen swiftly went passed him, holding a bowl of cereal. She had been sitting at the counter. She mumbled a soft “Whoop” as she went. Ben bit back a smile.

Richie hadn’t answered so Ben came up behind Bev, always ready to be her muscle, and backup. “Richie. Are you sober?”

Richie let out a long sigh. He was still holding himself in a tight, cowardly way. “Yes, I’m sober.”

“What was that?” Bev snapped.

“I’m sober.” Richie replied, louder this time.

Bev looked at Ben, who while looking back, rubbed her shoulder.

“Are you?”

“Yes.” Richie mumbled, and this time he sounded desperate. He sat up, and turned around.

It could be argued that Richie had the nicest hair out of all the losers. Ben always thought Beverly had the nicest hair. But Richie always had thick, long curls, and now they were thrown carelessly around his shoulders, and down his back.

Ben had forgotten about aging, to a degree. The kids aged – had aged, greatly so, after the past five years – but Beverly was evergreen. Timeless. She hadn’t seemed to age a day since they got married. Ben felt still and calm with her, since the day they got married, she was dazzling and beautiful, he felt like their first dance had never really stopped.

If he thought about it too long, he’d zone out entirely, disappearing into the memory of his shoes tapping the aged wood floor, Beverly’s warm, soft hands in his as her fantastical wedding dress swings around the room. She laughs as Heaven by Bryan Adams fills the air...

Ben takes a second to blink. He’s not at his wedding right now. He's been married for 13 years. He needs to focus on the now. He needs to focus on Richie – who he hasn’t seen in nearly four years and was kind of thought to be dead by now, which, yikes, but given Richie’s history, wasn’t really too harsh of a judgement, – who was sitting on his couch, shaken and bleeding and probably scared as hell.

Richie had clearly aged. His hair was longer yes, but he looked like he’s had a hangover for decades. His eyes looked heavy and sunken. He had dropped weight – too much weight to be healthy – and there were sliver strands appearing at his roots. He looked old. He looked sick.

Around his middle was a poorly put-on gauze bandage. On his side was a big red blotch. Not quite bleeding through, but Ben was willing to bet there was scuffs of red on his nice couch.

“What did you do?” Beverly asked, picking his shirt off the arm of the couch.

“Some teenagers decided to pick a fight.” Richie told her.

“You were mugged?” Ben’s eyes popped open and his head bowed down from his shoulders.

“Lightly mugged.” Richie corrected. “Wasn’t even that bad. They didn’t even shank me.”

“Then what’s this?” Beverly said, putting her finger tips on the red splotched bandage. Richie didn’t flinch.

Richie squinted. He didn’t have his glasses on, so he looked like he was trying to read invisible words.

“Mild laceration.” He decided, after some thought.

“Do you need medical assistance?” Ben’s words felt soured, somehow. Maybe because driving Richie to the hospital for a god damn stab wound wasn’t what Ben wanted to do at 9:23am on a Saturday.

Richie hung his head and stared at his middle. He gently pulled at the bandage to see under it. His eyebrows went up, a little bit. “I think I’m good.”

Ben rolled his eyes, and then looked at Beverly. She looked concerned. Far more concerned then Ben felt. She always was more forgiving for Richie’s strange, god-testing nature. He was like a cockroach, incapable of being damaged but begging to be squished.

Ben knew he was being too harsh. He loved Richie like a brother. An estranged, weird, alcoholic older brother. And Ben would be able to save his resentment for Richie until after he knew Richie wouldn’t get an infection and die on the couch like a bug that is not a cockroach.

He turned to speak down the hallway:

“Elieen, can you bring me the first aid kit from the hall closet please?”

Richie buttoned up his shirt quietly. The wound wasn’t nearly as bad as it looked, and they were all surprised to see it when it was cleaned up. It looked a little bad, yeah, but nowhere near fatal.

Richie had hung his hair up in a ponytail, lose, long bangs over his tired face. The longer Ben stared at him the more conflicted he felt. He wanted to be mad at Richie, wanted to resent him. But he knew Richie would only drop in like this if there was some deeply, deeply wrong.

Beverly set a tray holding three mugs in front of them at the breakfast bar, resigning to making Richie something to eat while Ben cleaned him up. Richie scarfed down the pancakes, but now he only gingerly took the coffee mug and swirled it around, staring at it like it was going to help him.

“So,” Beverly gave him an expecting look. “What happened?”

Richie gave her an expecting look back. “What do you mean?”

“Why are you here, Rich. We haven’t heard from you in a hot while.”

Richie shrugged, and flashed his eyes a little. The scars in his irises made Ben’s heart hurt. “I’m not allowed to spend my sober-versary with my two sexy best friends?” He plastered a grin onto his face, cheesy and face. “Hah? No?”

“You’ve been sober for a year?” Beverly tilted her head, trying not to sound too doubtful.

“Yeah,” Richie sighed, dropping his cheesy grin and looking somberly down back to his coffee. “I was shocked too. It’s a big deal, I guess. It doesn’t feel like it though. Overshadowed by all the other anniversaries this time of year.”

Oh. Ben realized, and it hung there, unforgiving and deep.

“It’s been five years.” Richie whispered. “Five years and he’s still gone. Seven years and Stan’s still mad at me. 12 years I’ve not been allowed to meet my god-daughter. 27 years and I still wake up in the night thinking a spear has gone through my skull.” he met Ben’s eyes. “What a world I’m living in.”

“So what led you here?” Ben asked, now genuinely curious, and eager to push the conversation more comfortable; even though he knew it wouldn’t get there anytime soon.

Richie hung his head, this time not for comedy or drama – Ben knew this time it was shame, and when his chin lifted back up, his eyes were dead, and watery.

“I didn’t think I’d survive this year if I were alone.” Richie admitted. “And I wanted to believe there would be people wanting to help me stay.”

Beverly and Ben looked at each other again, Ben wanted to get up and hold her, make her feel better and safer and to ask Richie to leave and take care of himself somewhere else but instead he got up and wrapped his arms around Richie.

It wasn’t reflective of how he felt. He was upset with Richie. He had seen how Richie could get when he was at lows like this. He could get angry – almost violently so – and often dangerous. Ben had a family. He had kids. He wasn’t going to let Richie get away with that again. But...

But Richie was still his friend, and he still deserved comfort.

Richie sunk into Ben’s arms, tensing and relaxing and tensing and relaxing and desperate and hesitant and for the first time Ben stopped thinking about how Richie had hurt Ben, and instead considered if Richie had hurt himself.

“You can stay with us Rich.” Beverly supplied, and Ben nodded in agreement. “As long as you keep your shirt on and you talk to us.”

“I’m better.” Richie said wetly. “I’m trying really hard to be better, I promise I won’t ever – I won’t - I-I'm sorry-”

And then Richie broke down crying. His body jolted and shook, and while Ben couldn’t feel the tears through his hoodie, he knew they were there. Ben sunk down, holding Richie gently and bringing his chin to Richie’s shoulder. Beverly was behind him, her hands on Richie’s back, rubbing up and down slowly. She and Ben stared at each other for a while. Richie continued to choke out “I’m sorry”s and “I’ll be better”s and other sad, lonely phrases at were making Ben’s heart crack and pop.

Richie was never known to cry for long, but when he finally pulled back from Ben, the bags under his eyes were swollen and pink. “I’m sorry.” he mumbled, sucking in a gulp of air. “I gotta pull back.”

“No no no,” Ben hushed, keeping his hands on Richie’s shoulders. Beverly had disappeared into the hallway to tell the kids they had an uncle who was going to be staying with them. Ben was never the most emotionally intelligent, but he figured he could handle this. “It’s okay Rich. You don’t have to pull back anything. We’re here for you. You need some comfort, a-and safety, and Bev and I are happy to provide.”

“You’re not mad?” Richie’s voice came out like a whisper, the look in his eyes made him look like a scared child.

“Do you want me to be mad?” And with Richie’s sudden childlike nature, Ben put on his Dad voice.

“I just don’t want the anger to be a surprise later.”

Ben nodded. He understood. He sat up and took a deep breath.

“Okay.” He closed his eyes. He had to be thoughtful about this. Richie’s gaze slowly burned into him. He chose every word slowly and deliberately. “I... What you did to Bev and I was... traumatic. It was dangerous, and inexcusable. I know... Why you did...what you did. And I’m willing to accept that you weren't in any stable state of mind when you did it. But you still did it. And... mental health... mental illness... that’s an explanation. Not an excuse. And I will not let it happen again. In any form or fashion. I... I know you’re better. Getting better. Have gotten better. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t getting better. You’re still struggling, but you’re reaching out – looking for people who will help you, and that’s... that’s amazing. I’m really proud of you. And I know this isn’t easy. You’ve been through a lot of intense... hardships. And I’m both very proud and happy that you’re still with us. I’m, of course, open and ready to help you grow and get better from here. You deserve that much. I know you would do the same for me. I’m willing to... look past your... behavior. What you’ve done. But I will not, will not forget what you’re capable of. I’ll help you for sure. Same with Bev. But I will keep an eye on you. And if I decide that you pose a threat to my family – my wife, my kids? I will fucking kill you.”

Ben’s eyes had gone dark and his hands had dropped from Richie’s shoulder down in his own lap. His body language was mostly calm, but seeing a stormy rumble in Ben’s eyes gave Richie the shivers. Hot damn he forgot how scary Ben could be.

(Though this should not be a surprise to Richie, Ben is 6’3” and 250 lbs of muscle and fatherly love. He could snap Richie in half.)

Richie nodded when he realized Ben was done. He almost wanted to say yes sir like he was talking to a drill sergeant or something but then he’d pop a boner and he’s learned over the decades of knowing Ben that boners made Ben uncomfortable, so he just nodded.

Ben took a deep breath. “I’m not...” He stopped and tilted his head, like some ghost behind him was whispering the words. “I know you’re doing better. And I need you to understand I don’t expect you to get like you were that night. I know you better than that now.”

Richie nodded again, this time more earnestly.

Ben smiled; it made his entire presence feel warmer. Damn these kids have a good dad.

“Thanks man,” Richie’s throat felt destroyed. “For being honest and shit with me. Needed a good slap on the wrists.”

Ben made an undecipherable face. “No, no you didn’t. C’mere.” And they hugged again.

“We have a guest room, it’s all yours. The house wakes up at around seven, every morning, and the kids are all in bed by ten at night, just so you know.” he went on, and his voice went softer the longer he spoke. Richie could almost throw up with how sweet it was, how much Ben adored his kids.

Richie rubbed his eyes and face. “I have so many damn birthdays and shit to make up for.” he sighed. “I gotta take those little bastards shopping I think.”

“Maybe you could reel the language in, Rich?” Ben asked politely, and Richie nodded, mumbling a soft ‘sorry’ before Ben pointed behind him. “You never know when you have an audience.”

Richie looked over his shoulder, and Bev had reappeared with three little gremlins (Or, “children” as Richie was told they were called).

“This is your uncle Richie.”

Oh my cock coming christ I’m their uncle Richie.

Richie smiled, really big, toothy, genuine smile, for the first time in a while. The three of the looked uncomfortable, but curious.

The smallest of the three, the one who had that soft ass purple blanket Richie took earlier, stomped forward and pointed his little sausage fist at Richie with rage. “Don’t touch my blanket! It’s mine and you’re not allowed to steal!”

Richie nodded. Those are some solid terms. Motherfucker knows how to tell someone off. “You’re right. I’m very sorry, it was wrong of me to steal from you, I will never do it again. I promise.” And Richie put his hand out to shake.

The Kid gave Richie a suspicious glare, and then shook his hand – oh my god his little hand he’s so small what a little dude what the fuck - carefully, like he had just bet the house on the ponies. He was the smallest alright, with a pair of big chaotic eyes. Richie could tell he was the one who steals from the cookie jar.

“My name is JJ. I am the... Th-the brains of the operation.” JJ said, like he was some war boss and not a nine-year-old. “These are my siblings-”

“Eliott.” the middle kid who looked so much like Ben Richie thought he was going to have to lay down. It was like he was back in 1989, that summer when they all met, if Ben had dropped 60 lbs at random. He had the same round face, brown eyes and mousy brown hair. He looked bored out of his damn mind. Richie figured he didn’t need to steal from the cookie jar. Eliott had a secret stash or something. “Hi.”

“Man of few words, I respect that.” Richie nodded, saying nothing more before he started called the poor kid ‘haystack’.

JJ was still holding onto Richie’s hand. His palm was bigger than the kid's entire outstretched hand. “That’s Elieen. She’s gross and twelve.”

Elieen, who looked like Beverly but with long hair, longer than Bev’s ever was, well kept bangs and brown eyes, made the most teenage face as she rolled her eyes and tried to turn on her heels to go back down the hall, presumably to her room. Beverly stopped her and said, quietly but with a firm tone: Say hi, please. Just say hello.

“Hi. I like your tattoos. I’m not gross.” She said sharply, with a little head twitch and a wave of her fingers.

Richie looked down to his fingers as he said “Oh thank you, I don’t know how they got there.” He had become so desensitized to his tattoos he only really recognized them when someone brought them up. Normally this was limited to children, punk teenagers and really angry catholic grandmas. “I didn’t think you were; Little Man doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

JJ scrunched his tiny face together. “Yes I do!”

“No one under four feet tall knows what they’re talking about.” Richie told him. Ben snorted and then repressed laughter behind him. “It’s a fact of life.”

JJ didn’t look convinced until Richie said fact of life. Then he dropped everything and started to really think about it. He looked at Bev, and then at Ben (who was still trying to not laugh) and then to the floor.

“Maybe. I think I'm more than four feet tall.”

Richie wanted to say “maybe” in that ambivalent tone you give kids when they say absolutely anything, but Eliott, without missing a beat, said: “You'd be wrong.”

“Cold-blooded.” Richie said to Beverly, smiled and ran her nails over Eliotts scalp. Eliott blinked harshly and shivered.

These kids... Richie liked these kids.

“Uncle Richie, shall I show you to your room?” Ben said, probably using his Dad Senses to know the kids were done with their introductions.

“Sure thing.” Richie looked down to JJ, who was now very interested in the circuits tattooed onto Richie’s fingers. “Thanks for the introduction Little Man. Bring it in.” He stood up off the breakfast bar and brought his other hand out to a fist for, as the kids bluntly say, a fist bump.

JJ scurried almost, staring up at Richie and it seemed like he was realizing for the first time that Richie was an adult, who was 6’4 and covered neck to waist in tattoos, had long curly hair and two very pierced ears. Richie thought he realized this because he jumped once and said, loudly: “You look like a Rockstar!”

“Rockstar?! Where?!” Richie yelped, faking panic, and JJ dissolved into a fit of giggles. JJ gave Richie a fist bump and continued to grin wildly. His hair was brown, like his dads, but it was bushy and wild curly like his moms. He had the big contagious grin Bev had too.

Richie smiled at Elieen, who was going that dumb young teenager thing of trying to look cool by pretending you don’t think anything is funny, and pointed a finger gun at Eliott, who looked like he actually didn’t think anything was funny, and with a totally straight face, did a finger gun back.

The guest room was nice. Like, hotel nice. A nice tall lamp, a shrimpy, empty desk, a nice big queen-sized bed, with a ton of drawers and shelves in and around the frame, which really drew away from the fact that the room was otherwise empty, quiet, kind of sad and there were no sheets on the mattress.

Ben opened up the blue blackout curtains and the whole room felt a lot nicer. “I’ll get some sheets and make the bed for you, so you have some blankets and stuff.”

“No way man I’ll just use Elliot. He’s stiff as a board. Just make him plank all night.”

Ben smiled at that but shook his head. “You’ll just have to make due with blankets.”

“What about all three of them? They can rotate through the night.” Richie called after Ben as he left the room. “They can- They can take shifts!”

Richie laughed to himself and took a breath in the dusty, lonely little guest room outside Chicago Illinois. One week ago, if you had asked him where he thought he’d be a week from then he would’ve said dead or sleeping or in an alleyway, dying. But instead, he was states away from home, in a well-lit guest room, alive. Sober.

He shuddered and turned around, to see a wide eyed Elieen in the door way, holding his bag in her arms. Richie took it from her and without really thinking about it said “Thanks Chica.” and then stopped abruptly.

When they were kids, and first becoming friends, Richie tried an array of nicknames on Beverly, and every time he gave her a new one, it made her skittish. Every member of Bev’s bloodline Rich had met (That being two of them, Beverly Marsh and Al “Asshole” Marsh) were standoffish as hell. The last thing Richie wanted was to freak out the 12-year-old as a weird, nickname giving 40-year-old show pig.

But Elieen just broke into a semi-shy grin that reminded Richie of smoke breaks and scrunched up her nose with a tilt of her head. Her hair swayed to the side.

“Chica?” She asked. “Is that Spanish or something?”

Richie felt a wave of relief. “Yeah it’s just Spanish for girl. Nothing fancy. You gotta earn fancy nicknames.”

Elieen leaned pressed her back to the doorframe and watched Richie open his duffle bag on the bed, tossing out the vitals: phone chargers, notebooks, laptop. “What are my parent’s fancy nicknames?”

“Your mom used to be Chica, when we were kids.” Richie said, and heard the fondness in his voice. “When we didn’t know each other that well. Nowadays, she’s Poppet, or Red. And your dad is Haystack, or Benvolio.”

“Benvolio?” Elieen mumbled, clearly trying to figure it out. “Poppet- Do you mean poppy? Like the flower?”

“No, I mean Poppet.” Richie promised, with no further explaination. He plugged his phone charger into the wall.

Elieen let out a half-chuckle. “You’re weird.”

Richie swung around from where he was facing the wall. “Yeah I am!”

Elieen made a fun face and wandered back down the hallway. Richie heard her relay the conversation to someone in the living room.

Richie sat on the bed. He let out a long sigh. Then he smiled again. Genuinely. The longer he was in the room the less it felt like a hotel. Outside the doorway, he could hear the rest of the house in motion. It was barely 11am. JJ saying “I want pancakes!” despite him having breakfast not half an hour ago. Eliott explaining Benvolio to Eileen and Ben correcting him. The sound of a washing machine rumbling through the walls. Beverly was using a sewing machine across the hall in her office.

At home, Richie’s house was very quiet. His hobbies needed headphones, and he didn’t know his neighbors. He had lived alone for five years, at that point. Being in a family house felt... nostalgic.

He closed his eyes and tried to picture the last get-together the losers had, all seven of them in one place. It was Halloween, 2008. Richie was Elvis Presley, Bev was an 80s workout teacher, Ben was a candy monster (he glued a bunch of gross kinds of candy to a black sweater and wore it under a brown jacket with a witch hat – apparently it's from a cartoon), Bill didn’t dress up, he never did, Mike went as Bill, Stan was a cockatoo (He had an amazing costume, always did) and Eddie-

The thought of Eddie threw Richie’s smile off-kilter. That year Eddie was... a stereotype. He went as a stereotype. He had a bowtie and his hair combed back and suspenders and khakis and spent the whole night talking in a weird, high-tone sassy way, with his hand on his hip and a cheesy fake grin on his face.

He always did weird costumes like that. He would go as “the scariest thing you could imagine” and show up as tax paperwork. He would go as “a hideous monster” and tape a mirror to his shirt. Dumb, easy stuff like that. It made Richie so happy to see him do that because it upset everyone to see him in a costume like that (he would go as “Late” and show up ready to hit the fucking Beach) but Richie knew Eddie looked forward to it every year.

Richie missed him. So much.

But he wanted to believe Eddie wouldn’t want him to be miserable. With or without Eddie around, Richie knew he had to fix his mood. He wanted his second year of sobriety to kick off with a bang. Reuniting with Ben and Bev and meeting their kids was step one. Step two...

There was someone Richie pissed off a long time ago. Someone Richie would give his entire right leg to see again.

He wondered, for a second, if Stan even wanted to see him.

Ah, of course he does, that crazy bastard. Can’t dress up as a cockatoo and expect Richie Tozier not to show up at your door step. Stan has Richie’s god daughter for Christ sakes. Can’t keep him from her for long. And he can’t kiss Patty from this far away!

Richie nodded to himself. He would fix what he had broken with Stan. After that? Who knows? Maybe he’d convince the kids to take up planking.

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thescribblerqueen · 4 years

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Fanfiction Project List Pt. 2

(Because I have no control over my brain)

A continuation of my Flash/Glee/Agents of Shield fic ideas. Click Here for Part 1!

Flash Age Reversal Fic

Status: Not Written

Tags: Gen Fic, Barry Allen & Joe West, Father/Son Relationship, age reversal, not a crack fic, sort of a character study on their relationship, tags tbd

Summary: Joe deals with his feels of resentment towards Henry Allen as Barry’s Biological Father and all the things he missed out on with Barry. Barry comes into contact with a meta that reverses peoples ages and has to wait several months for the effects to wear off.

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Flash/Agents of Shield Foster Fic

Status: Not Written

Tags: Gen Fic, probably a one-shot?, Joe West & Iris West & Barry Allen & Skye/Daisy Johnson, Foster Family AU, Pre-winter soldier, Coma Barry, Tags TBD

Summary: One of Skye’s last foster families was the West family, Team Coulson looks into events after the particle accelerator explosion and she reconnects.

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For the Hell of It

Fandom: Glee

Status: Chapter 2

Tags: KurtBastian, Former Klaine, Ugly klaine breakup, it’s not bashing but might not for klaine fans, enemies to friends to lovers speedrun,one-night stand, and they were roommates, Post-Season 5, Fake Marriage AU, Fake Marriage with Benefits, denial which might count it as slowburn, trust fund Sebastian, character illness, mentions of homophobia, Tags TBD

Summary: After breaking up with Blaine and calling off the wedding, Kurt is avoiding going back to his apartment after work because they still live together. While stressing over finding a new apartment with everyone moving out he runs into Sebastian and they catch up and hook up. Sebastian offers for him to be roommates afterwards to solve his problems. Turns out when they aren’t fighting over a guy they’re pretty compatible. Things get more complicated with they decide it would benefit them to get married legally for financial and other benefits.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29502675

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Flash Westhallen Friends w/Benefits Fic

Status: Not Written

Tags: Westhallen, HalBarry,Westhawne, fake dating au, FWB, of course there’s smut it’s a FWB AU, angst, pining, jealousy, “unrequited love”

Summary: Barry made the stupid mistake of starting a “Friends with Benefits” pact with Iris and Eddie, who wanted to try somethings in the bedroom that Barry has experience with. He needs to get out of it before he gets hurt. His solution, fake date his old friend Hal Jordan who is also trying to avoid unrequited feelings.

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Glee/Flash KurtBastian Fake Dating AU

Status: Not Written

Tags: KurtBastian, Westhawne, Blaine/?, former Klaine, unrequited feelings, Sebastian is Barry Allen, Bisexual Barry Allen, fake dating au, future fic, tags TBD

Summary: Kurt moved to Central City after Blaine starts dating someone else, and runs into an old face. Unfortunately, Blaine ends up in Central and to avoid ending back up together he asks Barry to fake date him. Barry uses this quell any suspicions that he still has feelings for Iris.

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Glee/Flash KurtBastian Coffee Shop AU

Status: Not Written

Tags: KurtBastian, starts as Klaine, Sebastian is Barry, technically a coffee shop AU, Post Season 3, canon divergence, mentions of assault/injuries, homophobia, Finn lives

Summary: Barry regrets choosing to work at Jitters during the summer instead of at the grocery store like Iris when Kurt Hummel, attending a theatre program in Central City, walks in and asks “Why does your name tag say Barry?”

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Glee/Flash Time Travel AU

Status: Not Fully Plotted

Tags: Probably going to FlashVibe, Time Travel, Sebastian is Barry,???

Summary: Barry inexplicably ends up back in the past without his powers and attending Dalton Academy once again.

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Glee/Flash Young Flash

Status: Not Fully Plotted

Tags: Teen Barry, Everyone else is older, Barry and Wally are the same age, Sebastian is Barry, realistic coma, season 6 of Glee, Eobard burns down Dalton,???

Summary: Before his Senior Year ends, Barry is struck by lightning and is in a coma for nine months. When he returns to Dalton all of his friends have graduated but the New Directions are still around saving their old glee club.

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Glee/Flash Sebklaine A/B/O Fic

Status: Revived, On Chapter 2, Not Published

Tags: Sebklaine,Klaine, Sebastian is Barry (as usual), a/b/o dynamic, slight freeform, and they were roommates, Alpha Blaine, Omega Kurt, Omega Barry, secret identity, insecurities, smut, heats, & ruts, unplanned pregnancy, summer fling with breakup, drama and angst, Tags TBD

Summary: Barry ends up in Lima for his forensic internship and doesn’t expect to be renting the same house as Kurt and Blaine. And they only know him as Sebastian Smythe, so he has to pretend to be Sebastian again for the summer. It all goes down hill with an unexpected heat.

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Glee/Flash Thallen

Status: N/A

Summary: After Eddie’s death and then his dad’s, Barry takes a leave of absence from work and goes to his High School Reunion and spends time reconnecting with old friends. The team promised to call him if they needed him back, but they are completely unaware that at the same time, the time line is being altered in Central and leaving everyone outside of it unaffected.

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Flash/Agents of Shield Daughter AU

Status: N/A

Tags: FitzSimmons, Multiverse, slight time travel, parents being the same age as their children, Deke is an alternate timeline son of Caitlin, slightly inspired by another fic but also I just think Caitlin and Jemma look alike

Summary: FitzSimmons Daughter is taken from them as an infant and she ends up on Earth-1 as Caitlin Snow. When they finally track where she went Caitlin is already full grown despite that it’s only been a few months for them.

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Flash/Agents of Shield Ward AU

Status: N/A

Tags: Multiverse, Redemption Arc, Post Hive, I might make this a Flash/Ward (Just as Warning), the speed force revived and fixed him then spit him out on Earth-1

Summary: After dying as Hive, Ward some how finds himself alive on another Earth rescued by Team Flash. He knows that whatever happened to changed him, because he can honestly feel emotions he’s never felt before including grief, regret, and disgust over his past actions. A brain scan shows him that he no longer has the chemical imbalance that made him a psychopath. Can he work towards redemption for himself?

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Flash FlashVibe A/B/O

Status: N/A

Tags: FlashVibe, A/B/O, Flashpoint w/o Savitar, Miscarriage, mpreg, Hurt & Comfort

Summary: After the Flashpoint is set in stone, Barry experiences an unexpected miscarriage from a pregnancy he didn’t know about. Cisco isn’t speaking to him over Dante, so he can’t bear to tell him and makes Caitlin keep it a secret and he moves out of Cisco’s apartment. Eventually he finds out and they have to figure out how to move forward.

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All my prompts that aren’t fully worked out enough for summaries:

Five Reasons Barry Allen Needs a Dog

Thallen A/B/O

Allenbert Harry Potter AU

SinghAllen (One-shot?)

Uncle Coulson AU (He’s Barry’s Uncle)

Glee/Flash Twin AU

One-Shots of Pre-Canon Joe West/Cecile Horton Dating/Being Married

Some sort of Nerd Polyamory FitzSimmons & Barry Allen

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dustofinsanity · 5 years

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𝑈𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡. 𝟙

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Chan / Reader ㅤㅤㅤ Fantastic AU ㅤㅤㅤ Words count: 2.9k

Summary: Trying to be forgiven by all the people who hate you isn’t easy, not at all. But try to do that when a witch turned you into a cat and when the only one who can help you is the last person you hurt, the one who got heartbroken because of you!

Content/Warning: Comedy, fluff/romance, angst .

Inspired by: 100 Deeds for Eddie McDowd

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"I'm not a fuckin' cat, okay?! I'm a human and my name is Y/n!" "Yeah... Of course... And I'm Roger the canary." "Can I be Lucinda the bunny? Look, I can jump!" "Are you both stupid?! I told you a witch turned me into a cat! And I hate cats!" "Next time, ask to be turned into a hyena. You already have the voice, by the way." The two cats in front of me laughed and walked away, joking about the fact I should stop the catnip. I knew cats were stupids but these two were the worst! Why didn't they believe me? Did I look like a ca... Well, okay, I did but I wasn't a cat! I was a hum... Oh, sorry. I guess you're wondering what was happening, right? Let me explain. My name is Y/n and, before a witch turned me into an awfully hideous black one-eyed stray cat, I was an amazing girl. Gorgeous, smarter than a lot of people, funny, loved by everyone, cool, well mannered, adorable, kind, modest: I was perfect! Well, okay, I may have done some mean jokes to some people at school but... Come on, they were just jokes. And sorry but, being "a bit" humiliated by the most beautiful and popular girl of the university never killed anybody! Anyway! Like I said, I was just the coolest but a dumb, ridiculous and ugly witch... Yes, ugly! Who wears these kinds of clothes in the second millennium?! Anyway! So, that UGLY witch turned me into a cat without any reason! What did I do to deserve that, seriously?! But you know what? That's not the worst of it! That grotesque woman told me that, if I wanted to return to my true form, I had to find the only person who could help me and also help some of the people I hurt. How could I do that if I was a cat and how could I remember all the names?! Great, besides being awful, that witch was also retarded! But don't be sorry or worry for me, like I said, I was really smart so I knew I would quickly find a solution. Well, quickly... The first day, I went to my wonderful mother's house but she didn't hear my voice and kicked me away, letting Chanel, our adorable white poodle, chase after me even if I told it I was its lovely owner. It was the same when I went to my best friends houses and the university. No one could hear me and, with time, I started to see a lot of wanted posters through the city. The police was looking for an amazing girl who disappeared and, of course, it was me. Then, I went to the police station but... kicked away once again! After three days, I didn't know what to do and, unfortunately, I was hungry, really hungry. I wanted a chicken Alfredo or, at least, a large and rare steak, but, visibly, restaurants didn't serve cats so... Yes... I had to dig through the trash. But the worst was still to come. "What are you doing in our area?" Someone, probably a cat, asked when my head was between a bag of diapers and the remains of an old squash gratin. "Looking for my Nobel Prize. Isn't it obvious, stupid cat?" I sighed, grabbing what smelled and looked like a piece of a two day old burger. Meal in mouth, I jumped from the bin and was about to eat when I was attacked by not one but three cats that bit and scratched me really deeply, forcing me to drop my food and run away. I hated cats! Cursing all the feline creatures on Earth, I walked through the city, trying to avoid all the stray cats that wanted to fight with me and the dogs that wanted to... to clearly KILL me when my feet, well, my paws, became painful. I was hungry, angry and I just wanted to... -Oh, okay, cats could cry- when I stopped my walk in a small park, lying down under a tree. I knew I would have to lick my wounds, because those fucking cats hurt me pretty badly, but the mere sight of blood disgusted me so licking it... No thanks. At this moment, I lost all hopes of returning to my true form, the world would have to live without the wonderful Y/n. It was over. It was the end. It was... It was... Was that tuna that I could smell?! Lifting my head up quickly, I sniffed all around me and followed the delicious scent until a young man who was sitting on a bench, an appetising sandwich in his hands. From what I could see, he was a student but, since I had an eye slashed and blood flooding the other, I couldn't really see what he looked like. Discreetly, I walked around, trying to see his face but a dog barked and made me jump, getting my fur up. A weak hiss escaped from my throat and I focused back on the young man. Honestly, he was cute, even if he wasn't my kind of man, not rich enough to interest me, but he seemed nice. He was bobbing his head to some music he was listening through his earphones and a slight, but pretty smile, stretched his lips. Yes, he seemed... wait! Bang Chan?! Forget what I said, he wasn't cute, he was ugly and seemed so dumb and... Oh gosh, his sandwich smelled so good! "Hey, he can't hear you, Y/n." I thought, sitting and frowning. "He can't know you're Y/n." Gathering up my courage, I slowly walked to the student and sat next to the bench, meowing weakly. But, of course, he couldn't hear me because of his earphones so, I stood up on my hind legs, touching his thigh gently. Immediately, he turned his face towards me and opened his eyes wide, quickly pulling off his earphones and leaning over me. "Hey, Boo, what happened to you?" He asked, pretty worried about my state. "Meow?" I replied, faking badly a mewing and lifting my paw to his sandwich. "Meow?" "Oh, you're hungry?" He then opened his sandwich and put all the tuna in the aluminium foil before putting it on the floor and inviting me to eat. Usually, I didn't really like tuna but, I don't know why, this time, it smelled like the best food on Earth and I just jumped on it, eating fast. "Yes, you're hungry." Chan chuckled, looking at me with a sweet gaze and petting my head delicately. "Who did this to you, Boo?" "Three stupid cats." I mumbled, still eating. Frowning, Chan lifted his head up and looked all around him, asking who just said that but, obviously, saw no one. "Don't waste your time, you can't hear me." I sadly chuckled, shoving more tuna in my mouth. "In fact, no one can hear me since I'm a fucking cat." "Oh, I think I should have got more sleep last night." The young man sighed, rubbing his face. "I'm hallucinating." "Yeah, that's what I thou... Hold on!" I choked on the tuna, lifting my head up and looking straight into Chan's eyes. "You can hear me?!" Scared, Chan stood up from the bench instantaneously and looked at me, eyes more than wide open, not believing what he was seeing. And, I have to admit, if I'd been him, I would react the same way. Shaking his head, he picked up his school bag and started to walk away, mumbling a lot of things like he was going crazy, he needed sleep, etc... Sorry dude, you didn't need sleep and, since you were the one who could help me, you couldn't leave me like that. Quickly shoving more tuna in my mouth, I chased after the young man and stopped right in front of him, but he avoided me without saying anything. So I did it again. But he did the same too. "Ah, you want to play? Okay!" I smirked -because yes, a cat can smirk but humans can't see it- before running towards him and jumping on his back. "Get off of me!" He exclaimed, trying to catch me. "Leave me alone!" "Oh no, I won't leave you, Chan! You're the one I've been looking for for days so, trust me, you're stuck with me, now! And, whether you like it or not, you will help me!" Chan froze almost immediately and asked how I could know his name, which made me sigh. Even if I was really smart, I admit, I could be a bit forgetful sometimes. Then, I told him I would explain everything if he promised to listen to me, to what he nodded silently. But I couldn't tell him the truth because, if he knew who I was, he would definitely not help me. Chan was the last person to whom I've done one of my jokes. But, honestly, I couldn't help myself. I'd learned he had a thing for me, him, this stupid and poor man who was falling for someone so much better than him. I HAD to expose him in front of everyone and make him understand that I'd rather be hit by a truck than dating a guy like him. What?! I deserved better than... that! So! I had to find something else to say, something that seemed credible, something not to difficult and that he could understand with his small brain. And, since I was smart, I quickly found a perfect explanation. "I'm a witch, a wonderful and perfect witch, who knows a lot of things but my rival cursed me and turned me into an ugly cat." I said, getting off of his back and sitting in front of him. "She told me I had to find the best sla... friend to help me." "Hm, hm... You know, I would put a B instead of the W." Chan smirked slightly, crouching in front of me and looking at me like if I deserved what was happening. "A B instead of... Yah! I'm not like that, you stupid dumbass!" I yelled, my fur up once again. "That's what I thought... Hi, Y/n." Stepping back, I stared at him, eyes and mouth wide open. No way! How could he know who I was?! Was he working with the ugly witch?! Did he ask the witch to turn me into a cat?! Was he the reason of my misfortune?! "How... How can you... can you..." I stuttered, making his chuckle as he lowered his head. "Yah! That's not funny, you stu-" "Your voice. I recognised your voice.” "Shit..." "Well, now, tell me the truth. What happened to you?" He asked, coming back to the place we met and putting the aluminium foil next to him. "You won't believe me." I sighed, jumping on the bench and taking a bite of tuna. "I'm talking with a cat, Y/n. I can believe a lot of things, right now. If you tell me the truth, only the truth, I'll help you." Caught off guard by the fact he was willing to help me, I frowned at him, head tilted on the side. Why would he want to help me after the -amazing and really funny- humiliation in which I put him through? Well, I guessed he was stupider than what I thought and explained the whole story. It was the day I made fun of him, I was on the way to my favourite coffee shop when that UGLY witch showed up in front of me, making me scream. Actually, I opened my mouth but no sound came and before I could run away, she turned me into this stupid black one-eyed stray cat that loved tuna a bit too much. Like she said, if I wanted to be me again, the perfect and so beautiful human Y/n, I had to help some of my "victims" and be forgiven by the person I hurt the most. "That's a long hard road." Chan smirked, crushing the aluminium foil in his hands and putting it in his school bag. "And you want me to help you?" "The witch told me there will be only one person who could hear me and I guess it's you... I would prefer someone smart but I didn't choose." I sighed, licking my mouth. A chuckle parted Chan lips, making me frown again. What was funny in this? A witch cursed me and I had only him to help me. It wasn't funny, it's was hopeless! "If you want to return to your true form, you will have to change some things, I think." He smiled, probably thinking I wouldn't see the pain through his beautif... his brown eyes! "First, you should try to be, hm, nicer?" "Nicer?! I'm nice! I'm the nicest girl on Earth!" "Let me remind you something. The day that witch turned you into that, you made me believe that you shared the same feelings I had for you, you even kissed me and after, you humiliated me in front of everyone." "And?" I asked, tilting my head on the side, not understanding what he meant. "Come on, it was fun!" "For you, Y/n, not for me. Not at all." He swallowed, lowering his head a little. "You can't even see the difference between what's fun and what's mean. If you think that humiliating people is funny, well, I don't think I want to help you. Your situation isn't hopeless, you are." “You're rude!" I choked, really hurt by his words. "You're breaking my heart." "You broke mine, we're even." Without adding anything else, Chan grabbed his bag and stood up, petting my head gently and wishing me good luck with my situation and the witch. I wanted to yell after him, to put him in his place, but I stayed still, speechless and mouth agape, heart broken... No, we weren't even! He wasn't a cat! I turned my head towards him but, I don't know why, I didn't have the courage to chase after him, the courage or the strength. My whole body was sore and Chan clearly didn't want to help me. When I said he was stupid! I spent the rest of the day on that bench, trying to sleep a little but, everytime I thought I could, a dog barked or people talked. This city was so noisy. Moreover, I was cold. Then, I left the park and started to look for a place where I could sleep -or die-, following unconsciously a comforting scent. I didn't know that cats had this so strong sense of smell but, somehow, it was pretty useful. Walking through the city again, doing the same things I did for three days, I kept my head down, avoiding all the stray animals I could meet or people who tried to kick me from their way. After few hours, I realised I was in a district I didn't know but the scent was getting stronger. With the last pieces of strength I had, I started to run, feeling that I was getting closer from the smell when, after turning into a a small street, I froze, eyes wide open. He was here, sit on the steps in front of a little old house, his arms crossed on his knees. I couldn't believe it was him, I couldn't believe the comforting scent was his but, when he lifted up his face and looked through the street, a smile stretching his lips when he saw me, I felt safe. Silently, he took a small box of tuna from the pocket of his hoodie, opened it and put it in front of him before inviting me to eat with a slight move of his head. Ears flat and tail trailing on the ground, I came closer slowly and, after whispering a low thank you, ate my second meal in three days. "You're welcome, Y/n." Chan smiled again, petting my head and checking delicately my wounds. "How did you know that I would come?" I asked, starting to purr without realising it. "I didn't know but I hoped. So, are you willing to make some efforts?" "If I do, you will help me, right?" I saw him nod, a cu... a smile on his lips. "Well, I don't really know which efforts I have to make but okay, I'll do." "You're a lost cause, Y/n." Chan chuckled, taking me carefully in his arms and bringing me into his house where his mother asked him what I was. "I saw her in the street and she looks so hopeless, I couldn't leave her alone. Do you mind if we keep her?" Looking at her son as if he was the most beautiful and precious person on Earth, his mother agreed and told him I needed a good bath. Wait, wait, wait! Don't tell me Chan would give me a bath?!

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