#mike sneaks into a gay bar

[sp0o0kylights]

There were a lot of things Mike hated in life.

The demogorgon, and how it had essentially destroyed his life.

 Brenner, and the madhouse laboratory El had survived. 

How each and every one of his friends now did something weird--were weird, because flashing lights or fireworks or some stupid tune a toy horse played dragged up memories that made their eyes flat and faces hollow. 

Most of all though, Mike hated how much they relied on Steve.

There was no reason he should be the person to call when it started pouring and no one wanted to bike home from AV. 

Steve wasn’t Nancy, or Jonathan, or a parent--he wasn’t even dating anyone related to any of the Party anymore so what excuse did he have to keep hanging around? 

(Even if Jonathan was always working, and Nancy was always busy with some club or homework, and everyone’s parents all seemed to be in a race of who could get back to normal the fastest…) 

They should at least try to get a hold of other people, instead of constantly going to Steve first.

“Why?” Dusitn had scoffed at him the last time this had happened, feeding quarters into a phone and staring at Mike like he was the one being unreasonable. “I’m not gonna waste money just to hear your sister tell us no again when we all know Steve will do it.” 

Which was perhaps the most infuriating part of it all.

That Steve would do it. 

Show up and help them, even if he bitched the whole time. 

Hell, Steve Harrington knew more about Mike’s life offhand than Nancy did, and that made him want to punch a wall more days than it didn’t. Why the hell was Steve so involved? 

It was stupid. 

Weird, even! They weren’t friends, (even if Dustin and Max and El of all people said the opposite) he wasn’t being paid to babysit, (Mike had double checked; going round to ask Ma Henderson and Mrs. Sinclair, only to get an earful of how wonderful Steve was from both.) he had no reason to hang around! 

It didn’t make sense that Steve could be harassed into picking them up from school. 

Would take them to get ice cream, or hand over extra quarters for the arcade. He even gave out advice like some kind of--brother that Mike had never wanted. 

Above all?

Mike hated that when he needed someone, the number he punched in on automatic was Steve’s.

“I need you to come get me.” He said into the receiver, mad at himself and the world, but mostly mad that beyond the normal amount of squawking Steve did, he shut up and came. 

Drove up in his rich boy car, stepping out and herding Mike into it like the rain hadn’t already seeped into his bones. 

“You wanna tell me why you snuck into a bar two towns over?” Steve asked, long after Mike had slung himself into the passenger seat, arms crossed defensively over his chest.

“No.” 

One of Steve’s hands went right to his hair, running through it before adjusting the mess he’d just made. 

It was a nervous habit, and Mike hated that he knew that too. 

“Okay, well.” Steve’s hand fell back to the steering wheel, clenching tight around it. “Next time you want to do something dumb could you at least come talk to me about it beforehand?”

“What the hell would that do?” Mike bitched, staring firmly out of the window. 

“Not waste my gas for starters.” Steve bitched right back. “But I dunno man, we could have taken some bats and gone and wailed on cars in the junkyard and talked or some shit, not--whatever this all was.”

‘This all’ was accompanied by a wave of his hand, indicating not just the bar Mike had been standing in front of, but his general sopping wet state. 

“You’d actually go to the junkyard with me?” Mike challenged, doubtful. 

Steve made a face. “Did you lose your hearing in there? I just said--.” 

“Why?” Mike interrupted. “Why the fuck would you come out with me?”

Matching his entire aggressive tone, Steve said; “Because it’s better than trying to sneak into the one local gay bar when you’re barely fourteen, Michael.” 

And that? 

Steve being oddly aware of shit he really shouldn’t have?

Mike hated that too. 

“You knew what the bar was?” He asked, his voice coming out much smaller than he intended. 

“Everyone knows what that bar is, except it’s more of a biker bar than a gay bar.” Steve shot back--which did actually explain about ten different questions Mike had about the place. “Also, language you little shit.” 

Under his breath, Steve continued in a muttered; “I swear I’m going to start carrying around soap.”

“You cuss more than we do.” Mike responded, and if his own voice was a little strangled as he fought back the sudden swell of tears, then that was between him and God. 

He was not crying in front of Steve Harrington, he outright refused. 

“The point I’m making is that there are way better bars to sneak into. That one’s not nearly as welcoming as people make it out to be, probably because they’re sick of all the rumors.” 

Steve seemed to realize what he was implying because he quickly added; “Not that you should be sneaking into any bars at all!” 

“You’re not my mom.” Mike’s voice turned wet as he lost his battle with his throat, voice cracking as he failed to choke the tears back.  

“No shit Wheeler.”  Steve said, and at least he was good enough not to call attention to Mike’s crying. 

If he had, Mike was pretty sure he’d just up and die of embarrassment, right there. 

“I don’t get why you care.” He muttered, angrily swiping at his eyes. 

“I didn’t keep you alive this long just so you could die of something stupid.” Steve countered easily.

Which was kinda fair, if you thought about it.

Mike very much did not want to think about it. 

Any of it.

Ever. 

“Are you gonna tell my parents?” He asked after a painfully long moment. 

Long enough that Steve had begun fiddling with the radio, trying to find a station as they drove back that wasn’t wailing country or gospel music. 

“I’m not a narc, so no.”  

“Not about the bar.”  

Now Steve just looked confused. 

Probably because he was, because he was without a doubt the stupidest almost adult Mike knew. 

(Not that he could say that out loud--last time he had, Max had made one of her pissy faces and then El got mad because Max was, which led to a break up, which led to Mike having to beg his way back into his girlfriend’s good graces while explaining that he hadn’t meant it like that.

“How did you mean it then?” Max demanded, and Mike wasn’t sure how he managed to dodge that entire conversation but he had, on grounds that untangling his own emotions regarding stupid Steve made him want to pull his hair out and scream.) 

“What about then?” 

 “You know. Don’t make me say it.” Mike absolutely didn’t plead, even if it did sort of, kind of, sound like pleading. 

Steve flicked his eyes away from the road to give one long, weird look at Mike. The same one he gave Dustin when he went off on a rant about Cerebro or Lucas when he started discussing the stats of different D&D weapons. 

Unlike those times, Steve’s face cleared. 

“Oh.” He said, blinking, and Mike could practically see the light bulb flash above his head.

Then; 

“Nah.” 

Mike waited.

And waited.

And kept waiting as Steve went back to searching through radio channels, as if that was the end of the conversation.

It couldn't be the end of this conversation.

Not when this was the part that was eating Mike alive.

He didn’t know if this was Steve repressing it on purpose or if this was what he had to look forward to for the rest of his life if he kept trying to figure his own head out, but either way, he knew he had a choice to make. 

To let the unspoken part of today die quietly. Go unsaid, and remain unsaid, for all eternity--or he could let it out. 

Shove the “gay” part of “gay bar” in Steve’s stupid, jock face. 

Make him acknowledge it, even if it got Mike kicked out of the car, and who cared if it did? 

Steve wasn’t the person who should have picked him up anyway. 

The anger climbed higher and higher in his chest, tears and rage combining until Mike spat it all out, furious. 

“You’re not going to ask if I’m gay?”  

Steve didn’t turn to face him, but Mike saw his eyebrow cocking anyway, given how he was currently glaring a hole in the side of the older teen’s head. 

“Do you want me to?” 

“No.” Mike bit out automatically. “Yes. I don’t know!” 

Steve’s hand found its way back into his hair. 

“Okay then.” Steve paused, clearly fishing for something to say. 

Gleefully, Mike watched him struggle. 

“Do you like guys?” He managed finally, looking like he was navigating a minefield more than just talking.

“I don’t know.” Mike stressed, sinking lower in his seat. “Why do you think I was at the bar? I was trying to figure it out!” 

“Honestly I assumed this was some sort of stupid dare--but!” Steve held up a finger, before Mike could interrupt, “But let’s--shit, hold on, I had a speech for this but I kinda wasn’t expecting to use it this soon. Um.”

“You have a speech for me being gay?”

“Not for you.” Steve rolled his eyes. “For--in general! It was an in general, just in case speech!” 

He rounded on Mike, for longer than the younger was comfortable with given Steve took his eyes off the road to do it. “Okay--you can like boobies, you can like, uh--not boobies, and that’s fine! It’s all totally fine!” 

“You are not making it sound like it’s fine.” Mike said, feeling like he’d been taken out by hearing Steve say the word “boobies.” 

Gross, gross, gross. 

“Well it is.” Steve said, in a tone that felt like he was two seconds from adding in a smarmy ‘so there!’ at the end. 

“But I’m dating El.” Mike whined, which really, was both the heart of the matter and the eye of the storm that had been growing in his head for months now. “I can’t be gay if I like her.” 

“Don’t you guys break up and get together like four times a week?”

“No, that's Max and Lucas, El and I are stable.” Mike scoffed. “Or we--we were stable.” 

Before he started to have thoughts about people that weren't his girlfriend. 

Or women.

“Stable for being in middle school, sure.” Steve snorted. “You don’t just have to like one or the other you know. You can like dudes and chicks at the same time.”

Which Mike did not know, on account of being fourteen. 

He did his absolute damndest not to show that realization, instead adding that to the list of reasons why he hated Steve Harrington too.

Steve shouldn't be the one teaching him about who you could like!

“The point is that who you end up loving isn’t a problem.” Steve finally looked back to the road. “Other people might be an issue, and those people we can punch in the face so long as the cops aren’t looking, which isn’t part of the speech so let’s not tell people I said that part, but whatever you do choose, there’s nothing wrong with you.” 

Steve’s voice went firm, as he apparently recalled his speech or something close enough to it because his next words sounded a little rehearsed. “You have people who are here for you, no matter what. Okay?” 

Oh God, Mike was crying again. 

He wanted to punch Steve in his stupid face.

Wanted to hold onto the fury he'd built inside himself. Thrash around, throw himself out of the car, get away from the emotions that felt too big for his chest to contain. 

Instead he felt it all break on Steve's acceptance. On word's he didn't know he needed to hear until they'd been spoken, and sniffed out a quiet; “Okay.” 

Steve of course had to take it too far by reaching over and patting his knee, which they both regretted judging by how quickly Steve took his hand back and the face Mike made at his hand--but it…

It was appreciated, even amongst all Mike's rage.

Steve was appreciated. 

Not that Mike would ever, on pain of death, tell him that. 

Neither said a word for a while, Steve finally landing on a radio that was playing some Top 40 hit, Tears for Fears singing about ruling the world while Mike found himself trying to rebuild his own once again, tired of it having shattered so many times over. 

At least he finally felt better, even if he refused to admit Steve was the reason for it. 

He wasn’t quite done though.

 There was a piece Steve had skipped over, that Mike felt was critically important, if only because it was partly the reason he was having thoughts about being gay in the first place. 

He had to know if Steve saw it too. 

That it wasn’t just him and his stupid head, making up things that weren’t there. 

“Hey Steve?” 

“Yeah?”

“Who was the speech for?” 

Steve sighed. 

“Rule one of the whole queer thing Wheeler, you don’t out other people.” 

Like there were written rules or something.

(Maybe there were, it wasn't like Mike knew.)

“Was it Will?” Mike asked, and pretended like he didn’t desperately want the answer to be yes. 

 Steve didn’t say a thing, but the fact he nearly took the car off the road was a pretty solid answer in itself. 

“We’re not playing guessing games about other people’s sexualites!” He yelped, hands gripping the steering wheel as Mike felt a wave of relief crash through him. 

Will was--maybe, possibly, also--queer too. 

Which didn’t make this any better but it--wasn’t the not preferred outcome, either. 

(It wasn’t just Mike struggling alone, trying to figure out if his best friend wanted to be more than that, if El was breaking up with him and more and more because she wanted to be less than a girlfriend, if things were changing and he would have no one--) 

“I’m not out here picking Will up from a gay bar dipshit, I’m picking you up, and this is your reminder that next time, you should just come talk to me!” Steve ranted. 

Mike snorted.

He absolutely hated Steve Harrington, but--

“Fine.” He said, talking so low he could barely be heard. “I will.”

--maybe Mike did have someone in his corner after all. 

Even if it was just Steve. 

xXx

Bonus: 

“Between you and me, that kid is gayer than a two dollar bill.” 

“Wow Robin,” Steve teased, “Isn’t that like, a slur or whatever?” 

He snickered when she rolled her eyes and threw a roll of stickers his way. 

“I’m just saying. Did you see the way he was looking at you when you were showing off your stupid biceps?” Robin said, nudging her shoulder into Steve’s. “Will’s gonna have a rude awakening later if he hasn’t already.” 

Steve nudged her back, but kept his gaze on the Party as they trooped their way from Family Video to the arcade next door, the realization that they now had connections for free rentals making them downright gleeful. 

Will was the last one in, and Steve watched him hurry so as to not be left behind. 

He didn’t like to worry about the dipshits, but Robin was just putting voice to a thought Steve knew he wasn’t the first person to have.

And if he noticed it, then it didn't exactly bode well as being kept a secret. 

“Should we like…talk to him about that?” He asked after a long moment, turning to face Robin.

“Us?” She pointed at herself, before turning her finger on Steve. “Why us?” 

“Well you’re into girls.” He gave her a pointed look, glad that the store was empty of everyone but them so he could actually voice all this. “And I’m fine with it.”

“Yeah I’m sure he wants to know you’re fine with it.” Robin taunted, but she had her thinking face on, eyes out to the middle distance. “I barely know him. You barely know him--he’s the quietest out of all your kids.”

“They’re not my kids.” Steve argued automatically. “They're like a weird cross between shitty siblings and that kid in your class who never leaves you alone.” 

A fact Steve no longer took for granted, even if he made it sound like the worst thing ever.

“I just think it’d be nice if he knew that he had people in his corner, you know? Who supported him and shit.” 

“Steve, you compared my crush to a muppet, that wasn’t supportive.” Robin countered, but it too was on automatic. 

Softer she admitted; “You’re right though. If I had known other queer people, if I had known people would accept me...it would have made things a lot easier.”

A very long pause, in which both of them stewed for a moment, before Robin abruptly slapped her hand down on the table.

“Okay, you got me. We're doing it, and I'm making us a speech.”

“A speech?” 

“Yes dingus, a speech. I know you, you’re terrible when you’re put on the spot with this kinda thing, and trust me with things like this the moment will be spontaneous.”

“It’s Will, how spontaneous can it be?” Steve challenged back. “Getting a dinner order out of him is a chore.” 

“Stop whining and hand me that notepad. Im telling you its gonna happen when you least expect it and then you're gonna thank me later.”

“It better not happen without you.”  Steve sighed, but passed the notepad over.

God the things he did for those stupid kids. 

Bonus x2

Steve would later go on to use the speech on himself, in a gas station bathroom mirror, eyes wide and freaked out after Eddie Munson called him Big Boy in a van they stole, while Robin snickered behind him. 

He would turn on her, snapping that she; “Help me with this dammit!” 

In return she’d remind him that Tammy might sing like a muppet but Eddie  was the guy who stepped on lunches while giving speeches at lunch and sticking his tongue out, and “Really Steve, I think I won best gay awakening, here.” 

Which would promptly start an argument regarding how it wasn’t a competition, which would continue for another fifteen or so odd years before finding its way as a reference into both of their speeches as each other’s best man. 

Nancy and Eddie wouldn’t get it at either wedding, but Mike would.

#Mike POV for most of it #Mike is one of Steve's kids #and they both hate that lmao #pre steddie (its at the end) #this has both #mentions of #el/mike #and #byler #Mike's going through a sexuality crisis anyway #period appropriate language #Ronance mention #lumax mention #mike sneaks into a gay bar #that isnt a gay bar lol #let see what else #coming out #acceptance #a lot of sass #Title is Up and Down that Road #I love writing Steve like hes that older teen in the goonies #just suddenly saddled with kids while trying to flirt lol

[estrellami-1]

Stranger Things (aka Steddie) Fics:

Thoughts | Modern AU | Forgotten Valentine’s | Daddy Issues | Steve Never Yelled | Because of You | Never Forgot | Steve and Nancy Talk | Here We Go Again | Eddie Sneaks Up on Steve | Falling | Steddie Finds Will in a Gay Bar | ST x Spider-Man Crossover (more an idea than anything else) | Fiddler Wayne | Pre-Vecna Steddie | Breathe | See You | Birthday Surprise | Coffee Shop AU Idea | Don’t Let Go | Steve Accidentally Gets High | Steve Accidentally Outs Himself | I’ll Keep Watch (Over You) | The Bet | Wayne Has Cancer | (I Will) Help You | Ever Gotten Your Heart Broken? | Little Love | Keep You Company | Lay With Me (Sleep It Off) | Steve Pain Thoughts | More Time (Please) | Kissing Practice | Ten Minutes | The Rules of Public Travel | Jemma | (Healing From the) Pain | Until You | The Easiest Thing (I’ve Ever Done) | Every Time You Shine, I’ll Shine for You | Quite Miss Home | We’ll Help You | The Foundation (I’m Not Leaving You)

Prompts: 16, 17 & 18 | 80 | Hurt Steve | Steve wearing Eddie’s pants | New Homeowners Steddie | Steddifying Good Omens | Someone Who Cares Like I Do | First Date (Thoughts) | Introducing Steve to the Band | Speak Now | Mike & Steve Bonding | Murray Outing Steddie | Joyce Defends Steve | Steve Has Migraines | Fluffy Platonic Stobin | Wayne & Steve Bonding | 5-Word Generator | Starlight, Beets, and Jellyfish | Steve’s touch kills people/Eddie can’t die (with nburkhardt) | Okay? (Okay)

Steddie Week

Steddie Microfics

Soft Touch Baby

(Push Away the) Lonely Times

If I Should Stay

First Cuts

That’s a Wrap

When the World Ends

Title Screen

Pay the Price

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #robin buckley #platonic stobin #the party #master list #starambles

[threewaywithdelusion]

I’ve been seeing a lot of posts complaining about mom Steve and I have thoughts.

Like, I agree with a lot of it. Honestly, fictional parents confuse me sometimes (especially when people write them stricter than canon), even when they aren’t teenage boys. Like Hopper? Absolutely cares about his kids dating. El is going to be fighting to bring Mike over for the rest of her life. They’re going to be 20-something with Hopper still trying to stick them in separate rooms. Even once they get married, Hopper’s gonna grumble about them getting to share a bed. (He’ll be more careful not to overstep with Joyce’s boys, especially Jonathan since he’s older, but Will is definitely going to get a speech about being the man in the relationship and treating your girlfriend with respect (and then a later, much more confused speech about treating your boyfriend with respect)).

Joyce? That woman has been through way too much shit to give a shit. Jonathan wants Nancy to sleep over? Done. Will’s gay? Not a problem, here are some condoms. El’s sneaking Mike through the window so Hopper won’t see? Joyce walks by and casually says “the back door is unlocked, you might want to try that instead.”

Sorry, I got sidetracked. The point is Steve. If he was gonna be like anyone’s parents, it would be my parents (“you’re doing nerd stuff alone at home on a Friday night? Don’t you have friends? Go to a party!”). But barring that, he’s definitely the older brother, even if they call him mom.

He doesn’t care if they swear! El says “frick” or “gosh darn” in front of him one time because she heard it somewhere and he sits her down and teaches her proper swear words so she won’t get teased in school. He rents the kids r-rated movies and then lies to their parents faces when they have nightmares. He hears them say something anatomically impossible about sex and ends up giving them a sex talk. He chaperones their parties because he’s cooler than an adult but still old enough to make sure no one’s drinking themselves to death, and then ends up cleaning puke out of the shower. He kisses his co-chaperone at the party (you can pick your favorite Steve love interest) and all the freshmen squeal and stare and he has to go hide upstairs.

He’s in his pjs in bed and gets a frantic walkie-talkie call from Dustin that they have to go to the store RIGHT NOW because he wants to buy something and the sale ends at midnight. Steve says no a million times but gets bribed into it when Dustin promises to watch a basketball game with him in exchange for the ride. (My little sister did this to me. She wanted to go to TARGET to buy SHEETS. She was a weird child).

Steve’s the one they call when they need something but can’t go to their parents. He buys them booze and condoms and fake IDs, all of which come with lectures on being safe and a million threats on how he’ll kill them if they act stupid. He picks them up from parties when they’ve overdone it. He bails them out of jail (Dustin or El would absolutely get themselves arrested somehow) and doesn’t tell their parents but brings it up every chance he gets for the rest of forever.

Yeah, they call him mom. They’re trying to annoy him, because that’s what little siblings do. And Steve is definitely their big brother.

#stranger things #steve harrington #the party #dustin henderson #el hopper #steve and dustin #steve and the party #steve and el

[hayateart]

Season 5 idea, aka Eddie comes back, fuck you Duffer brothers.

Guys, listen.

Upside Down opens up in Hawkins. From the dark clouds descends him, Vecna, new lord and master of hell on earth. But his body was burned, too damaged to use, so he found a new one. One with just a few holes that could be easily patched up - Eddie's body.

Everyone in Hawkins has their fears confirmed. Eddie has been the vessel for Satan and has come back from the death to get vengeance on the ones who wronged him. Who, at this point, are all the town people.

Everyone believes that, except of course our main characters who know it is actually Vecna/Henry/One and they are disgusted that he uses Eddie’s body - a hero and a friend’s body - for his nefarious plan. They need to stop him. But first, they need to survive, because Vecna is already sending his minions to subjugate the people of Hawkins.

 They find a new hideout, one Vecna never heard of before - so Hopper’s hut and the kids’ homes are out of question. I kinda want it to be some sort of underground LGBT shop/cafe but not a full on gay bar, that Robin knows and is very bad at hiding in front of the party how she knows that.

They come up with a plan. Eleven once fought with Vecna/Henry/One in his mind and she won. She can do it again. She goes under, sneaks in, and, lo and behold, she finds not only Vecna there but also Eddie who is hiding from Vecna is his own head.

Vecna brought his body back to life, the same way Eleven tried to bring Max back. Except Eddie was still there and so far Vecna has not yet realized that. Eddie wants to fight back, he does, but he’s tired and weak and scared and he doesn’t know how. Eleven promises to help him. She wakes up and goes back to the party to tell them what she saw.

That would be chapter one.

Of course, I do not have the whole thing planned out but the important stuff would be:

Will is, obviously, very gay for Mike and Robin knows a gay fella when she sees him and they strike immediate wlw/mlm alliance. 

The party cannot convince the townfolk that it's Vecna attacking them and not Eddie. Ultimately they have to go with it because that means they have more allies as much as it pains them to tarnish Eddie's name even more.

Eleven somehow connects Dustin and Steve with Eddie and they have a tearful reunion.

Preferably engame would be Steddie, Ronance, Byler and all the gay poly ships you can thins of - this is my AU and everybody is LGBT+.

More to come.

I may actually write it. Or make a comic.

#doctor strange #volume 2 spoilers #season 4 spoilers #steddie #ronance #byler #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #fruity four

[kudosmyhero]

Secret Origins (vol. 3) #3: Freedom from Fear/Blood Money/Secret Identity

Freedom from Fear Read Date: October 26, 2022 Cover Date: August 2014 ● Writer: Robert Venditti ● Penciler: Martin Coccolo ● Inker: Martin Coccolo ● Colorist: Tony Aviña ● Letterer: Dave Sharpe ● Editors: Chris Conroy ●

Blood Money Read Date: October 26, 2022 Cover Date: August 2014 ● Writer: Jeremy Haun ● Penciler: Trevor McCarthy ● Inker: Trevor McCarthy ● Colorist: Matthew Wilson ● Letterer:Todd Klein ● Editors: Rachel Gluckstern ◦ Mark Doyle ●

Secret Identity Read Date: October 26, 2022 Cover Date: August 2014 ● Writer: Scott Lobdell ● Penciler: Tyler Kirkham ● Inker: Tyler Kirkham ● Colorist: Arif Prianto ● Letterer: Anthony Marques ◦ Eddie Berganza ◦ Mike Cotton ●

Synopsis: Freedom from Fear When he was a boy, Hal Jordan watched his father - a pilot - die in a crash. He had wanted to be like his father, but that dream died with him. Hal's elder brother Jack responded with anger, having to become more responsible overnight. His little brother Jim remained young, perhaps forgetting his father entirely. His mother, Jessica prayed, hoping to keep the tragedy she was always prepared for from happening to her children as well as her husband. Hal, though, faced his fear, and became a pilot too.

Reckless as Hal seemed in flight, it was not fearlessness that made him so. It was his terror. He had watched his father die in a plane, and he had made a choice over his grave to face that terror and defeat it, rather than run from it. However, this method had the unfortunate side-effect of making him hard to control, and Hal's recklessness got him demoted from pilot to mechanic. It was then, while he was tuning up a plane, that Hal was chosen by the Green Lantern Ring. It showed him to the crash-site of Abin Sur's craft - he would make the first known instance of contact with alien life, and all he could think was whose father this dying pilot might have been.

The alien explained the nature of the ring, and the Green Lantern Corps, offering Hal the chance to accept his role as the Green Lantern of Sector 2814 in his stead. Choosing to face his anxiety and fear about what he'd seen and heard, Hal agreed, and the ring recognized his ability to overcome fear.

But with that role came a command structure and orders. Stuck in boot camp again, he learned the nature of the Corps and how to wield the ring by force of will, and by overcoming fear. But he made the mistake of facing fear from without the Corps. When Sinestro took fear and weaponized it, he assembled a Corps of his own to spark the first War of Light.

When not needed by the Corps, Hal still sneaks flights in real planes, wondering at how his life was defined by two crashes. The first one took everything from him, while the second gifted him with more than he could imagine.

Synopsis: Blood Money On Kate Kane's twelfth birthday, her twin sister Beth and her mother Gabi were kidnapped thought to be murdered by terrorists. It was her own father, Jacob who found her and rescued her from that place, warning her not to look back at the carnage that he carried her from.

Later that day, she had not yet fully accepted what happened when she walked down the stairs from her room to find her father weeping next to the unused party decorations. Hugging her to him, he promised that they would soldier on. They would be okay.

Years later, Kate would give up her place at West Point by admitting to her superior officer that she was gay. She had already been under investigation for her homosexual conduct, and rather than lie, she told the truth. When she told her father what had happened, he was proud of her integrity.

After entering a bar-hopping rebellious phase, Kate was attacked in an alley by a mugger, and fought back using her military training. Though she fought off her attacker, she was seen by the Batman, who - though impressed - warned her not to make a habit of it. Inspired by his example, she took up vigilantism using stolen ordnance, drawing her father's attention. Though he disapproved, when he realized her conviction, Jake agreed to train her and help her to become the Batwoman.

Sometime later, she met Maggie Sawyer at a ball and began a romantic relationship, resulting in their engagement. After all that had happened to her, though, Kate never forgot her mother or sister - or the positive influence of her father.

Synopsis: Secret Identity Against the odds, Tim Drake discovered the Batman's identity. It had taken him ages to narrow it down to two candidates in Bruce Wayne and Enrique Fluente - a dead arms dealer. One night, his mother called him away from his search to participate in his gymnastics event. While the games were muscle memory for him, his mind was focused on his search. During his routine, he spotted two elderly men watching, and found their presence suspicious.

Assuming that it must have been Bruce Wayne scouting him, he followed the clues to the Gotham Aviary, and found Batman waiting for him. Unable to bring himself to out his idol, Tim simply stated that he wanted to apply for the role of the new Robin. He already knew that two had come before - and he suspected something bad had happened to the most recent one. Batman refused him, and left, but this only drove Tim to work harder.

He spent weeks trying harder, and digging deeper, forgetting to eat and giving up on school work. Learning that he could not get to Bruce directly, he decided instead to target one of Batman's enemies; the Penguin. His hacked bank account led Cobblepot to send assassins to Tim's house, and Batman did come, to protect Tim and his family. Unfortunately, the end result was that Tim had to give up his parents to a witness protection program and give up his real name for his own safety.

However, he was welcomed into Wayne Manor, and he pretended to act surprised when he "discovered" the Batcave - though its contents and scope were quite surprising indeed. Before long, Batman offered him the role of Robin. Not wanting to replace Jason Todd, but rather honour him, Tim chose a different name for himself: Red Robin.

It came as no surprise to Batman when Tim eventually decided to move on, and do other things, like leading the Teen Titans.

(https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Secret_Origins_Vol_3_3)

Fan Art: Robins (Earth-27) by phil-cho

Accompanying Podcast: ● Everyone Loves the Drake - episode 16

#dc #dc comics #my dc read #podcast recommendation #podcast - everyone loves the drake #comics #comic books #fan art #fanart #green lantern #my first ever green lantern read #batwoman #my first ever batwoman read #tim drake #jason todd #robin #robin (tim drake) #robin (jason todd) #batman #secret origins

[freddiekluger]

BBC GHOSTS CHARACTERS AS SONGS FROM MY QUEERCORE* PLAYLIST:

*queercore, and miscellaneous queer music

[HUMPHREY- pls don’t use/repost header without credit]

1. boy girl wonder, bitch and animal

      - humphrey is non-binary and you can’t argue with me on this. also the absolute calmness and stripped back instruments of this song remind me of the calm friendliness he seems to bring to any situation, along with the themes of feeling disconnected from life around you. 

2. this is your life, pansy division

      - lack of autonomy is a big recurring theme for humphrey. his life was quite literally decided for him- born with the expectations for aristocracy, an arranged marriage, and an execution that meant his death wasn’t even under his own control. i like to imagine humphrey chatting to his house staff, or sneaking away to more common pubs to get a break from it all.

3. gay bar blues, lavender

      - not sure why blues fits humphrey so much, but it feels like his genre to a t. i don’t really have a great reasoning for this one, it just gives me humphrey vibes and i can absolutely see his head next to his dejected body at a gay bar. one could also argue being a member of the english aristocracy and having to suck up to the monarch in order to maintain position and power is a form of sugar babying, but that's a conversation for a other day.

SOURCE PLAYLIST:

kitty

thomas

pat

alison

mary

julian

the captain

mike

#really hope we get more humphrey content in s3 #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts playlist #humphrey ghosts #laurence rickard #larry rickard

[powerpuff-ali]

I need more of that Mitch is secretly gay thing like it gave me so much serotonin 😔🤚🏽✨

This was pretty fun to write out and it kind of spiraled into its own thing lol (btw I’m so sorry I took a few days on this. I read the ask wrong and came up with a back story to Mitch realizing he was gay):

So Mitch is secretly gay. He puts the pieces together when he’s 14 and is like oh… so this is a thing. He’s never witnessed mlm relationships before so he was never prompted to think about him dating a guy. He refuses to tell his grandmother cuz it’s not like she cares anyway. His parents aren’t around enough either so this poor kid has no one to talk to about this. 

He can’t keep it in so he tells Buttercup. She swears to him that she’ll take this secret to her grave if she has to. Blossom and Bubbles or the rest of the friend group are not allowed to know either. Partially out of fear of their reactions but also, he wants to get to know this part of himself without the added pressure. Now, Mitch has to spend even more time with Buttercup which led to rumors that they were together. They never refute it so even the tabloids get a hold of this “juicy” teenage gossip. 

“You know, I thought fake dating you would be a perk but you’ve made me unavailable to any good guys here in Townsville.”

“Oh shut up, I get a lecture from Blossom almost everyday because apparently, you’re not a good influence. Dating you isn’t a walk in the park for me either, buddy!” 

This is how most of their conversations go and it’s always light-hearted teasing. In all honesty, they benefit greatly from pretending to be together. Buttercup chases away any creeps who try toying with Mitch and Mitch scares away any fanboys who try to harass BC. A true friend pairing if there ever was one.

Mike finally confesses when they’re 20 because holy jeez, Mitch! Mike has been streaming Heather by Conan Gray nonstop. After Mike confesses, Mitch finally has his first official boyfriend! SO… now he and Mike sneak around not because they have to but it’s fun not having people’s unwanted opinions littering their relationship. 

Mitch also happens to be extremely oblivious. This poor kid has next to zero experience with other guys who like guys so when Mike starts to hang around him and Buttercup more, he just thinks they’re forming a friend group. BC is Mitch’s horrible wingman. Mike thinks he’s third-wheeling with a punk rock couple (he’s more of a jock type). Mitch just thinks that his friends are neat.

Things that get rationalized with straight logic (what’s betta than this? Guys bein’ doods): hand-holding in the wintertime because its cold and one of them isn’t wearing gloves, clothes swapping to save money, guys sport night at the bar to be each other’s wingman, extremely dedicated spotting during workouts (Mitch sneaks in quick kisses while Mike does bench presses), catching a total kick-ass action movie.

Bring in Butch, who is confused by BC’s whole connection to Mitch and becomes a little extremely obsessive about how much time she spends with Mitch and the other brunette dude Mike. She’s oblivious to romance too so she doesn’t catch Butch’s advances but this isn’t about her. 

Mitch being the good friend he is decides he needs to protect BC from this hellspawn until he sees Butch crash through several buildings and crawls out from the rubble laughing without a scratch on him. (he’s thinking, “wtf is this guy on?”) He knows BC can protect herself but he’ll settle for being an extra set of eyes and ears for her. 

Because people Butch have a fixed idea of what a gay man looks and acts like, it is assumed that Mitch is challenging Butch for BC’s heart. It looks a little something like this…

Butch: *flirting(?) with BC at the bar*

BC: *body language shifts but it’s only because the stool is uncomfortable*

Mitch: *steps in between them cutting Butch off* Hey, come on! I invited you out here to dance. *praying that Butch doesn’t obliterate him with laser beams*

I’m so sorry this turned out longer than intended and is probably all over the place but you gave me so much to think about now about what I want from these characters so thank you!!!

Situations like that go on long enough that go back to my initial post, this is why Mitch outs himself to Butch. His life literally hangs in the balance.

#PowerPuff Girls #ppg mitch #ppg buttercup #ppg mike #rrb butch #i have so much to think about now #asks

[gaypasta]

maybe 16 or 2 for reddie!

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”It wasn’t that Richie didn’t like being at home - he did. Maggie and Wentworth were great and all of the Losers were treated like an extension of the family whenever they would crowd into Richie’s living room with bowls of popcorn and a plethora of sugary snacks. The issue was the Richie didn’t really like being alone. He got antsy, he couldn’t concentrate and more often than not, couldn’t fall asleep. 

It happened first, with Ben. Sweet Ben who couldn’t have kicked Richie out even if he wanted to when Richie knocked on his bedroom window of the bungalow and wormed his way into Ben’s bed and talked and talked until he’d talked out all of his energy and he passed out with Ben sat beside him wondering what the hell just happened.

Then it was Bill, when he was understimulated. Richie would pedal all the way to Bill’s, climb the tree, then hop onto the porch roof and then pull open Bill’s bedroom window - which was always a little open. Bill liked the fresh air. He would wake Bill up and they’d play video games or go for a walk or do anything to get Richie stimulated enough to be able to fall asleep without twitching in the bed like a live wire. 

Then, Richie chanced it with Mike. An hour long bicycle ride later and he stumbled his way around the farm up to the house and shouted for Mike to let him in. Richie was mad. So mad. It was after the fight between him and Bill and he had thought it over and over and over again in his head until he wound himself up into a ball of rage and Mike brought him around all the animals with a flashlight in hand and let his anger dissipate. 

Then it was Stan. After the sewers. They all had nightmares, sure. Richie could never get back to sleep. He hated sleeping alone. So, he hopped on his bike and made the trek to Stan’s. Stan didn’t sleep well after. He didn’t really sleep at all. His bedroom light was on and Stan opened the window when Richie climbed up onto the tree beside it as if Stan had been waiting for him. The nightmares bled out of his head and they both slept as Richie told Stan about how he didn’t want to be forgotten, how he didn’t want to fade from people’s memories like all those faded gravestones in the Cemetery and Stan told Richie all about what he saw in the Deadlights.

Richie would sit on the fire escape and tap Bev’s window out-of-view and she would open it some minutes later with her smokes and a pack of matches and they’ll talk about things. Beverly talks about Ben but no one knows what Richie talks about. Something important, probably.

Then, lastly, some months after the sewer, it was Eddie. Richie threw rocks up at Eddie’s window and Eddie asked him what he wanted, “Let me in, Eds. Open the front door,” And Eddie did. Richie’s face was red and puffy and his eyes were ringed much the same.

“Have you been crying?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah, I saw your Mom in the shower,” Richie replied, voice taut with sniffles.

 “That’s frickin’ disgusting.” 

“Yeah, it really was.” 

Eddie knew something had happened - he wasn’t slow. He knew Richie didn’t go to Ben’s with tears in his eyes or sneak through Bill’s window with a sad, faraway look on his face. Eddie knew that if Richie wanted to talk about it, he would. But he wouldn’t want to talk about it - Richie breezes over difficult questions with clever quips and silly voices and Eddie pretends he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

So it went on like that. Every so often, Richie would throw a pebble at Eddie’s window and Eddie - without looking - would flutter downstairs and unlock the back door to a subdued Richie who would ruffle his hair with a sad, wet smile. 

There had to be a line to how much Eddie would ignore. And one day, he found it. 

It wasn’t nighttime, it was barely three in the afternoon when he heard a familiar thump on his bedroom window. Eddie opened it and shouted that the door was open, come on up. Eddie barely had time to put away the deck of cards he was playing with before Richie all but slammed open his door. He shot about two feet in the air. “Hey!”

“Sorry, I’ve been working out.”

“Jerking off doesn’t count,” Eddie said, putting his cards on his bedside locker, when Richie didn’t reply he took a look at him, but his head was low and he couldn’t see his face, “What’s wrong.” 

“Nothing.” 

“Richie.”

Richie sat down on the bed after kicking the door closed and flopped backwards, nearly collapsing onto Eddie’s lap. Eddie barely choked back his cry of shock when he saw the state of him. A smash of blood from his nose, exploded onto his Freese’s tee. His glasses cracked and warped and his eyes an angry shade of purple - visible even through the cracked coke-bottle glass. “Take a wild fuckin’ guess.” 

“Bill finally had enough of you imitating his stutter?” Eddie joked, even as he moved forward to get a closer look.

“Nah,” He said, lifting his glasses off to clean them, but Eddie took them out of his hand and set them out of reach, “Asked your Mom to sit on my face.” 

Eddie gave his cheek a light slap, “Beep-beep.” The more Eddie looked at Richie’s face, the worse it looked. His lip was busted open and he had scratches and gravel all up the side of his cheek, like roadburn. Richie didn’t meet his eyes as Eddie looked over him, but he did wince when Eddie brushed some of the gravel off of his cuts. The air was steady and Richie seemed content in sitting in silence, but Eddie couldn’t leave it there. He’d found his line and this was it. “Bowers?” 

Richie stiffened under him, “Bowers didn’t sit on my face but thanks for that image.” Again with the deflection.

“Richie, I’m serious, okay - stop fucking about.” 

“I didn’t come here for a fucking lecture!” Richie said suddenly, whipping himself up into a sitting position only to let out a wheeze of pain and fall straight back down with a groan, “I can’t move right now but emotionally I’m storming out and slamming the door,” Richie winced as he touched his nose and groaned in pain.

“So it was Bowers?” He didn’t quip back at Richie. It was no fun when he was rolling about in pain. 

“Yes.” Richie’s voice was a little nasally and gurgled. He sat up a little and blood came trickling down his nose and into his mouth. Eddie wretched and threw a box of tissues at him. Richie got through about six before his nose stopped bleeding again. 

“Are you hurt?” 

Richie stared at him blankly, “No.”

“Then why are there bruises all over your face?” 

“He loaded me with sedatives before he beat my shit into the pavement.” 

Eddie huffed and shuffled towards Richie and tore the tissue from his nose, “Stop being an ass. I’m trying to help, Rich and I don’t need you running your mouth and being a sarcastic asshole when I’m doing it. Sit there, don’t touch anything or …. bleed on anything. I’m gonna go and get some stuff from the first aid kit.” 

“Hey, Eds?” Richie piped up in a soft voice as Eddie was about to leave the room. The softness of his voice caught him off guard and he didn’t have the heart to tell him not to call him that.

“Yeah, Rich?”

“One of your tampons should fit up my nose, it’ll stop the bleeding, right?” 

“No - but I could see if my knuckle will fit up your nose - want to find out?”“Nah,” Richie pointed at his nose - “Henry already tried.” 

Eddie got the things he needed from the first aid kit and brought Richie into his bathroom and locked the door. Richie was sat on the toilet seat, with Eddie leaning over a little to get a good angle to dab at Richie’s nose with a wet wipe. The blue-ish tint from the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom only made Eddie’s gut fall, more than he had expected really. Maybe it was the sad look in Richie’s eyes, too. “Why did he do this?” Eddie muttered, not really a direct question, but one Richie answered nonetheless.

“Cause I’m a faggot,” The matter-of-fact way Richie said it made Eddie’s stomach lurch.

 That word - or anything related to being gay, really - always set Eddie on edge, always made him paranoid and his hair stand up on the back of his neck. Like there was a monster standing behind him, breathing rotten breath on his neck that would unhinge its jaw and swallow him whole if he even thought about other boys. The tone that Richie said that threw him off enough to ask, “Are you?” 

Richie looked from the wet wipe, covered in Richie’s blood, that Eddie had moved away from his face a little, to Eddie and back to the wet wipe, “No. It was a joke.” 

Eddie caught Richie looking at his own blood and felt sick, “I don’t think gays have AIDs - I saw the way you were looking at me. Anyone can get it - I read all these journals about it and it’s a disease. It doesn’t pick who it infects. Did you see Princess Diana shook hands with a patient? It’s terrible, don’t get me wrong but it’s not as contageous as the news is saying, and it’s definately not a ‘homosexual disease’ and-” 

“You think I’m gay?” Richie cut him off.

“I - no. I don’t. I wouldn’t care if you were, though, for the record. I wouldn’t care if any of the losers were,” Eddie said, words rushing into each other as he spoke quickly, moving back to dab at Richie’s nose. It was hard to concentrate with the way Richie was looking at him. Like he was examining him. 

“Are you?” Eddie flinched like he’d been shot when Richie asked that and he didn’t mean to physically take a step back. He opened and closed his mouth but nothing could come out. Nothing will come out - he’s fuckin’ sure of that, “I wouldn’t care either, you know.” 

“Okay.” Eddie forced out.

“Okay.” Richie said. 

They both agonised in the silence. Both a little wild-eyed like hares in headlights at each other. Richie’s face was clean of blood now. His shirt was still ruined but he didn’t look quite like he’d just gotten out of a bar fight now. He looked a lot better. Richie always looked kinda good, Eddie thought. The thought always embarrassed him. Richie was a bit strange looking, with a short face and his awful glasses and giant teeth that Richie insists he’ll grow into, but Eddie could never help the way his stomach lit when Richie laughed - or even when Richie pinched his cheeks and called him cute. 

Richie thought the same thing. With Eddie and the way he was so quick to rile up, going from placid to in a rage at the drop of a hat. The way Eddie, all five-foot-three of him, kicked a fucking demon clown square in the snotter. When Eddie got his cast re-done because he got his ruined in greywater and he asked Richie to help re-write the LOSER on it. Eds sure was cute. The cutest fuckin powerhouse in all of Derry. 

“I am.” Richie said suddenly, like a bubble bursting and suddenly his world was bigger. No longer closed in on himself, “I’m gay.” 

Eddie looked like he’d seen a ghost and the wet wipe fell from his hand, “Yeah. Yeah, uh - okay. Me too.” 

Richie blew a huge sigh of relief. A massive weight off of his shoulders. Although, when he looked at Eddie he didn’t feel the same radiating off of him. Eddie looked like he was about to either cry or pull a Johnny Twango and go mad, “You okay?” Eddie shook his head, not lifting his eyes off of the bathroom floor, which had suddenly gotten very interesting, what craftsmanship. 

Richie pulled Eddie’s hand into his own, “Scared?” Eddie nodded, “I’m scared too.”  Eddie finally willed himself to pull his eyes off of the incredible craftsmanship of the bathroom tiles and met Richie’s eyes, soft and vulnerable, “Scared together?” 

“Scared together.” Richie squeezed Eddie’s hand and Eddie squeezed back. Eddie’s eyes widened suddenly and his hands shot up to Richie’s face, Richie flinched and looked up  in confusion, “Your nose is broken, I’m gonna set it,” Eddie said and pinched Richie’s nose - Richie’s eyes blew open and he voiced his distress but they were cut short before Richie had the chance to push Eddie away as a loud CRACK sounded out into the air. 

“YOU PIECE OF SHIT - THAT FUCKING HURT.”

Eddie laughed and laughed and laughed before he wiped the tears from his eyes as Richie was still complaining and groaning in pain, “That’s payback for my arm, dipshit.” 

#hehe fank you #THIS is the first time ive written reddie so be nice #REDDIE #*fic #Anonymous

[octothorpetopus]

I Forgot That You Existed (Part 2)

Link to part 1

"Wow, Eds, you've really come a long way from wine coolers in high school." Eddie cracked a smile and looked down into his glass.

"Rich, can I ask you a... weird question?"

"Shoot."

"I mean, I guess I just... like..." Eddie trailed off, looking for the words. "I didn't know you liked guys."

"Is that a question, or...?"

"Come on, Rich." Eddie sighed exasperatedly. "You know what I mean."

"Well, I didn't know you were gay either, Eds. That is, if you are gay, 'cause..." They both took a long, long sip of their drinks in awkward silence.

"I am. Gay." Eddie nodded with an odd half-smile.

"Oh. Me too."

"It's a hell of a funny coincidence, you know?"

"How's that?" Eddie laughed brightly.

"On the one day I happen to be in LA, we get matched on the one dating app I have, and you just happen to be one of my best friends from high school. How's that for batshit?"

"I'd say we're three for three on the batshit scale." Eddie held up his glass, and Richie knocked his against it. "Cheers, to a night of crazy coincidences."

"Cheers."

"Hey, uh, Eds?"

"Yeah?" Richie bounced his leg on the leg of his stool.

"Is this a date? I mean, it's cool if you just want to catch up, but-"

"It's like I said, Rich. It's a hell of a coincidence, and I think it'd be a shame to pass that up, don't you?" There was a twinkle in Eddie's eyes that Richie wasn't sure he'd ever seen before. He quite liked it.

"Agreed."

The rest of the night passed in a curious sort of way. In some ways, it didn't feel any different than when they'd used their fake IDs to sneak into a college bar in Bangor in their junior year of high school. But in other ways, in all the important ways, it was different. Because this time, there was a chance of something. What, exactly, neither of them could have said. But it was something.

”Shit,” Eddie muttered as he checked his watch. It was quiet, but Richie still turned to look at him.

”What?”

”Nothing, just...” Eddie rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I have a meeting in the morning. And it’s getting kind of late.”

”Say no more, Eds.” Richie set a thin stack of bills down on the bar and tossed back the last of his drink (he had switched to club soda an hour ago when Eddie reminded him he had to drive.) “I’ll walk you back.”

”What about your car?”

”Eh.” Richie waved a hand. “It’ll still be here when I come back.”

They walked along the busy sidewalk shoulder-to-shoulder, Richie’s hands shoved in his pockets, his shoulders hunched in a familiar posture. Eddie studied him carefully ask they walked, wondering how it was possible that up until tonight, he had forgotten Richie. Forgotten how wonderful he was, how he could make you laugh with just a twitch of his voice.

At the same time, Richie was wondering how it was possible to have forgotten Eddie. The way he ran his hands through his hair when he was on a roll. The way he laughed when Richie interrupted with a stupid joke. In all his years without him, he’d never met anyone quite like Eds.

”Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie asked, his voice rough and clear and deeper than it had been the last time they had seen each other, but still somehow the same.

“Nothing. Just... I missed you, Eds.”

”Yeah. I missed you too, Rich.” Richie let his hands fall out of his pockets and swing by his sides. They were walking shoulder-to-shoulder, and they were so close that their knuckles brushed every time Richie took a step. His face grew hot and he worried he was blushing, but when he looked over, Eddie was blushing too.

”Isn’t this you?” Richie stopped suddenly and pointed at the building in front of them. Eddie shook himself, as if in a stupor, and nodded.

”Thanks for coming with me, Richie. It was... it was nice to see you again.”

“You’re welcome.” Eddie slipped into Richie’s arms for a last hug (he was surprised at how well they fit together) and stepped back. “I should go.” Richie took two steps backward and smiled. “Take care, Eddie Spaghetti.” Eddie didn’t know if it was the childhood nickname that convinced him to do what he did next, or the coolly smoky Los Angeles air, or the hand of god himself, but whatever it was, Eddie was swept away by his feelings for Richie, letting the warmth and excitement overtake the nervous electricity running through him.

”Richie, wait.”

“Hm?” Richie hummed, and before he had even turned all the way back around to face Eddie, Eddie had his hands wrapped around the collar of Richie’s shirt. He had to stand on his tiptoes in order to reach, but he tugged Richie down just far enough that he could meet Richie’s lips in a kiss, their first kiss since a brief and forgotten moment in a game of truth or dare when they were twelve.

Richie, quite frankly, was not expecting the kiss, but didn’t stumble back or push Eddie away in a moment of panic. Instead, something in him steeled him, and he leaned into Eddie until he was almost falling into him.

”Holy shit,” Eddie said for the second time that night.

”Holy shit,” Richie replied.

“I can’t believe I just did that.”

”I can’t believe you didn’t do it earlier.” Eddie looked deep into Richie’s eyes... and then burst out laughing.

“You’re something else, Trashmouth.”

”I could say the same for you, Eds.” Eddie mellowed and took one of Richie’s hands.

”Hey, if... if you’re not too worried about your car... do you want to come upstairs?” Richie arched his eyebrows, but nodded.

”Yeah. I do.” And he did.

Eddie woke up to the sound of his alarm (the first of many to keep him on his strict schedule) and found himself unable to sit up. For a moment, he found himself thinking of sleep paralysis and the horrific nightmares that plagued him throughout his college years. And then he realized that there was just a heavy, hairy arm draped over him, the attached hand just barely brushing one of the two star tattoos Eddie had gotten during his very brief rebellious phase.

"Would you shut that shit off?" Richie's voice came from behind Eddie, clouded with sleep and a hangover. Eddie reached over and hit the snooze button before rolling onto his other side so he was facing Richie, bare chest to bare chest.

"Good morning."

"What time is it?"

"Seven." Richie groaned. "What? I have meetings today."

"Right." Richie rolled his half-open eyes and flopped onto his back. "Or... you could play hooky with me." Eddie smiled and nudged Richie's side with his knee.

"I wish I could, but if I ever want this company off the ground, I need investors. And in order to get investors, I have to go to meetings." Smiling, Richie considered.

"Eh, I don't know. I mean, a limo company? Eds, I get that you've always been practical, but it's just not... sexy." Eddie laughed. "I'm serious." And when Eddie turned to look at him, he was. "Look, you could do anything you wanted. Anything at all. And yet, you chose to start a business you're not passionate about in the dirtiest city in America. That's not the Eddie I know."

"And who's the Eddie you know?"

"The Eddie I know wanted to pick up and move to Italy after high school. And he wanted to be an interior designer, or maybe a city planner. New York's not your home, Eddie, and neither is Royal Crest Limos."

"So what do you think I should do?"

"Move here. To LA." Eddie laughed again, more out of shock than humor.

"Yeah, right. Beep-beep, Richie."

"I'm serious." Richie propped himself up on his elbows and looked into Eddie's eyes. Or maybe his forehead. To be fair, he didn't have his glasses on so he couldn't really see. "What's stopping you? You told me last night you don't have time for friends because you're too busy trying to start a business that you're not even excited about. If you came out here, you could do what you want to do. And..." Richie sat up now and looked at Eddie in a way Eddie hadn't been looked at since they were just two kids in an underground clubhouse. "And then we could be together. All the time." Almost unconsciously, Eddie took his hand and squeezed it.

"Okay."

"Eddie, really, I- wait, what?"

"Okay. I'll move."

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Yeah, were you not?"

"No, I was, I just-" Richie seized Eddie's face in his hands and kissed him, long and hard. "I didn't think you'd actually say yes."

"Think again, then. I'd hate to be predictable."

Six years later, Richie Tozier wakes up in the bedroom of his Santa Monica condo to the mid-morning sun streaming in through the window. He sits up and rolls his shoulders, wincing at the sharp cracking of his spine. He fumbles blindly for the bedside table, puts on his glasses, and looks at the empty left side of the bed. He yawns and then goes quiet, hearing the soft sprinkle of the shower coming from the bathroom.

"Morning!" He calls through a yawn. He is still not a morning person, even after living with one for the last six years (Eddie stayed with him during the move from New York, and never moved out).

"Morning, Rich," Eddie responds over the water. Richie feels as though his heart is going to explode. He is, for the first time in his forty-year existence on this earth, totally and completely happy. And then the phone lying facedown on the left nightstand starts ringing.

"It's yours, babe!" Richie reaches over and checks the screen. "Someone from... holy shit, it's someone from Derry!"

"Can you get it?" Feeling unsettled, somehow, Richie hits the Accept Call button and holds the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Eddie Kaspbrak?"

"No, he's, uh... indisposed at the moment." From behind him, Richie hears the water shut off and the shower curtain slide aside. "Can I get your name so he knows who to call back?"

"Yeah, I guess. Tell him Mike Hanlon called, from Derry. He'll know-" But Mike doesn't have the chance to finish. Richie feels a wave of nausea slide over him.

"Mike?" There is a pause on the other end of the line. Then:

"...Richie?"

"Holy shit, Mike."

"Who is it?" Richie jumps and turns around to see Eddie, who has come up behind him. Richie swallows hard and covers the receiver with one hand.

"It's Mike. Hanlon." Eddie looks confused for a moment, and then shock and horror register on his face.

"Holy- Mike?" Richie holds the phone up to his ear.

"Uh, Mike, Eddie's back, I'm gonna put you on speaker." He does, and holds the phone out between them. Eddie sits on the edge of the bed, water still dripping out of his hair and landing in dark dots on the bedspread.

"Hey, Mike." Eddie's voice is startled, but not scared. Not yet.

"Hi, Eddie. I'm glad to see that some of us stayed friends after we left." Richie and Eddie look knowingly at one another.

"Yeah, something like that."

"Anyway, I bet you're wondering why I'm calling."

"Yeah," Eddie responded. He does sound scared now. In fact, he sounds exactly like he had 27 years ago. And that's when Richie remembers. 27 years.

"It's back, isn't It?" He asks, interrupting whatever Mike had been saying.

"...yeah. It is." Eddie makes a strangled noise and lunges for the nightstand drawer, where he keeps his inhaler. He hasn't used it in 21 years, but he still keeps it there in case of emergency. He takes two quick gasps off of it and exhales slowly. Richie reaches over and slips his hand into Eddie's.

"And we need to come back."

"Yeah."

"Fuck," Richie mutters under his breath. "How soon?" He asks, wishing he had just hung up the phone when he heard who it was.

"Tomorrow. Everyone needs to come back, guys. Everyone." Richie rubbs the bridge of his nose and looks over at Eddie, who is staring, wide-eyed, right back at him. They both nod and look back at the phone.

"We'll be there," Eddie says, sounding only a little less muffled than before. Before Mike can get another word in, Richie hangs up the phone and stands, pacing the room, his hair standing up in frantic spikes.

"This is stupid. We shouldn't go. We should just take off, go to Buenos Aires or Madagascar or Iceland- Iceland's nice this time of year, right?"

"Richie." Eddie's voice is even now, and calm. "We have to go." He speaks haltingly as he rises to his feet and takes both of Richie's hands in his.

"I know." Richie smiles bitterly. "I know." He laughs, a caustic, harsh sound. "I guess I'll cancel our dinner reservations, then."

"I'll start packing."

"Don't worry about that. I've got it. Get dressed and then we'll make a plan. Okay?" Eddie smiles gratefully at him and kisses him gently before standing up and returning to the bathroom. Richie is hit with the same wave of vertigo and barely manages to stumble out onto the terrace before vomiting over the railing. He wipes his mouth and stares out at the crashing ocean in front of him. They will go to Derry and their life together will never be the same. Of that, he's sure. But he's also sure of one other thing, and that's that he loves Eddie Kaspbrak like he's never loved anyone else ever before. He goes back inside and pulls two suitcases out of the closet. He begins packing, and when Eddie comes out of the bathroom, he joins him.

They load the suitcases into Richie's Mustang and get in the car, not looking at each other. Then Richie gasps and opens the door. "I forgot my, uh, my toothbrush. Give me just a minute." Eddie smiles and nods, but it's a sad smile. Richie races back inside and up the stairs, not bothering with the elevator. He digs through the nightstand, still open from Eddie's mad scramble for his inhaler, and finds what he's looking for under a stack of self-help books (a sarcastic Christmas gift). He slips the tiny wooden box into his pocket and silently thanks God that Eddie didn't see it.

"Did you get it?"

"Yeah," Richie says, and smiles. He leans across the console to kiss Eddie again, then starts the car. "Let's go home." Eddie looks out the window thoughtfully as the city fades into wilderness and back again a dozen times. Derry isn't their home anymore, he thinks. But neither is Los Angeles or New York. Their home is with each other now. And it always will be.

Hey guys! Thank you so much for reading. I’ll be posting the sequel to this, probably in three parts, pretty soon, but both are also posted on my AO3, minnesotamemelord, along with all of my other reddie fics, and I’d be super appreciative if you guys checked it out! Thanks!

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Fun’s For Free - Chapter 8 (Roger x Reader) (smut)

Summary: It’s 1978 and you’re assigned to follow Queen on their North American tour to promote their new album. Only problem is the magazine you write for has not been kind to the band in the past, and someone has a hard time letting go of that fact.

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In this “episode”: He can’t keep a damn secret, but that’s ok. But wait… he what??

Word Count: ~4.6k

Warnings: Language, smut and even some fluff. 18+

[A/N: Two more chapters left, y’all. If there’s a desire for it, we can always have a Part 2, so let me know!]

November 27, 1978 – somewhere in rural Ohio

The bus broke down and you’re all standing on the side of the road wondering where you are. You’re trying to lighten the mood, but no one is having it. Daisy left with some of the crew to find help, so at least you didn’t have to hear her whining. You’re kind of wishing you’d have gone along for the ride too, though, because if you have to listen to one more second of Brian and Roger bicker you’re going to scream, which is why you’re trying to lighten the mood. “Could be worse. We could be in Kansas,” you say, finding it funny, but no one else does.

“Oh, fuck Kansas, and fuck Ohio,” Roger grunts. “Fuck all of this. We should have taken a plane.”

“No one knew this would happen,” Brian grunts back. “So how could we have known to take a plane?”

“Oh, fuck’s sake, Brian, do you always have to try to be reasonable?” Roger snaps. “It’s exhausting listening to you…”

You quickly grab Roger’s arm and tug him away. “Let’s go sit on the bus,” you tell him calmly.

“Why?” he snips. “There’s nothing I can do in there.”

“There’s nothing you can do out here either,” you say through gritted teeth. “I don’t want to have to report that Queen broke up because their bus broke down.”

“Always witty,” he replies with sarcasm. “That’s exhausting too, you know.”

You yank his arm and make him start walking. “Your bitchy attitude is also exhausting but I don’t complain about it.” Finally, you got him to laugh. “I like you better this way.”

He drops himself into a seat and pulls you down to sit on his lap. “I’m just ready to get to the hotel and get us out of these clothes,” he chuckles as he pokes your sides.

“Calm down, Blondie,” you giggle. “Last night should hold you over for a little while, don’t you think?”

“No,” he murmurs in your ear. “Last night made up for the whole week I’ve gone without.” He nibbles on your ear lobe two times before pulling away.

“A whole week?” you ask, turning around and looking confused. “You had Nashville Nancy 5 days ago.”

He rolls his eyes and shoves you off. “I did not.” He looks at you with a smirk as you’re standing in front of him with your hands on your hips. “I got pissed at the bar and fucking passed out in my clothes when I got in the room.” You start to laugh hysterically and he’s trying hard to fight back his laugh, but he can’t. “And I guess I was talking and kept calling her your name. I don’t remember any of it.” He pulls you close and hugs you around your waist. “I’m surprised you even spoke to me after that.”

“To be fair, I didn’t really speak,” you giggle and massage the top of his head with your fingers. “It was more like yelling.”

He rest his head on your stomach and holds you tighter. “I deserved it. I deserved more than that, actually.” Before the conversation could get any deeper, the guys walk on the bus in a much better mood than they were. Roger didn’t let you go. “Let’s go in the back,” he groans. “We can go back to sleep.”

November 28, 1978 – Buffalo, New York

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you!” Daisy yells at you from down the backstage hall. “The guys are fun and all that, but you can’t just leave me alone with them!”

Your laughter is echoing. “Stop being so dramatic. They won’t hurt you.”

She looks at you suspiciously and starts to smirk. “You were with him weren’t you?” Your eyes start to glare and her smirk still stays. “Come on, Y/N, just admit it.”

“We have to get out there,” you groan. “We’re in the front tonight.” You grab her arm and start walking, but she yanks her arm away.

“I know there’s something going on here, and the sooner you tell me, the sooner I stop annoying you about it.”

“In case you forgot, I’m here for a story. I sneak off with each one of them from time to time.”

She doesn’t believe any of it. “Then why did the roadie with the black hair tell me about how Roger snapped when that guy touched you the other night, hmm? Or about how he saw Roger leaving your room the other morning…” She notices the look on your face and starts to chuckle. “I knew you were going to do this again. I knew it. I told Mike he was making a mistake sending you.”

“Oh shut up, Daisy,” you groan. “You wanted this gig from the start and you’re so bitter that I got it and not you.”

She snaps. “I don’t even know how you still have a job after what you did during that Zeppelin interview.”

“So I partied with them,” you snip. “Just like I party with these guys. Just like you party with the people you interview. It’s part of our job.”

“It’s not part of our job to have sex any of the band members, Y/N.” Her mouth drops open and she gasps. “You’re fucking Mike too, aren’t you? That’s why he didn’t fire you!” She starts to laugh. “Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable.”

“I don’t have time for this shit,” you groan as you walk away.

Daisy starts to follow you, but she’s quickly cut off by Roger. “I don’t appreciate being the subject of gossip,” Roger tells her as he takes a slow drag of his cigarette. “The quicker you learn that the better.”

“Yeah?” she chuffs. “You didn’t seem to mind when people talked about us last February.”

“Excuse me?” he asks.

“I’m not that surprised you don’t remember,” she says as she twirls her hair with a finger. “But it does hurt my ego a little to know that you don’t.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, almost immediately realizing what she’s trying to say. “Oh really? Well, you mustn’t have been impressive. Because I really don’t remember.” He takes another drag of his cigarette and gives her a wink before heading to the stage.

There were a few hitches in the show tonight, none that you thought made it a disaster, but the guys weren’t happy about the performance at all. A few miscues, Brian’s overextended solo, and Freddie’s inability to hit certain notes frustrated them all to the point that none of them were even speaking to each other on the ride back to the hotel. Once you all arrived back, they all scurried away from each other and locked themselves in their rooms. You and Daisy didn’t even bother trying to talk to them, deciding instead to head to the hotel bar.

“Does this happen often?” she asked as she sat at the bar next to you.

You giggle and take light a cigarette after you order your drink. “Them not speaking? Yeah,” you sigh. “They’ll be fine tomorrow.” You tense your brows and look over to her. “I’m not fucking Mike, just so you know. I’m not exactly his type, since he’s, you know, gay.”

She throws her head in her hands and groans. “Is he really?” she asks. “I didn’t know…” She picks her head up and looks at you, minor frustration on her face. “You’re right. I was completely bitter about you getting this assignment.” She takes a sip of her drink and smiles. “But I can see you’re doing a good job here.” She starts to laugh. “I don’t know how you’re handing them all the time. When I was sent to one of their shows last year I couldn’t handle being with them for very long. And here you are, a whole month and you haven’t lost your mind.”

“Oh, I lost it a few times,” you chuckle. “I just managed to find it.” Suddenly it dawns on you what she just said. “Wait. I didn’t know you…”

“Yeah,” she giggles. “One of their shows last tour. I didn’t use my name on the write up. It was terrible. That was when you were in Florida somewhere.” Her face suddenly turns to one full of guilt. “Can I confess something to you?” You raise your brow, not sure if you want to hear, but you nod, letting her know it was okay. “That night I was pretty strung out. So was…” She suddenly stops and looks behind you, causing you to turn around and see Roger walking up.

“Hello, ladies,” he says with a smile, taking the seat next to you. “Do you mind if I join you?” He orders a drink and lights a cigarette. “So what are we yapping about?”

“You,” Daisy giggles. “Is that okay?” You glare over at her and she laughs. “I’m just kidding.”

“Actually,” you start, “Daisy was just telling me about when she hung out with you guys last year.” His face turns shocked, and you don’t know why. “I didn’t know she was there.” You put out your cigarette and start to laugh. “I don’t think it’s fair I got yelled at for stuff she wrote, Roger.” When you look back at him, his face is still shocked, and now you’re starting to wonder why. “Jesus, you look scared. Was it that bad of a time?” Neither him or Daisy is saying a word, and you’re starting to get annoyed because you don’t know what the hell is going on. “Okay, one of you needs to speak because…”

He clears his throat and takes a sip of his beer. “It seems Daisy here is a hypocrite,” he says. You glare at her again, but this time she’s avoiding eye contact with you. “See, Daisy keeps giving you problems about… you and me,” he says. “But Daisy…”

“Oh my God,” you say as you start laughing and running your fingers through your hair. “Oh my God.” You can’t get anything else out of your mouth. Your laughter immediately stops and you yell. “Oh my God!” You jump up from your seat and don’t know if you want to slap her or walk away. “You two?” you ask. “Are you for real right now?”

“Oh, come on, it was 5 minutes and it’s not like he even remembers,” Daisy snaps.

An angry laugh starts to come through and you can’t stop it. “You are constantly berating me over something I did one time two years ago and now I find out this happened?” You look over at Roger who doesn’t know what to say because he doesn’t know if you’re mad at him. “I don’t even care that it happened. I do care that this bitch loves to try to make me feel like a slut when she’s no better.”

“Five minutes, five hours, five times, it doesn’t matter, Y/N,” she groans. “All you are is an easily accessible piece of ass for him when he can’t find anyone else so don’t think whatever you’re doing is any less slut-like.”

“That is not what she is at all!” Roger yells. “I’m actually crazy about this girl. She’s not just some floozy who gives it to me whenever I want it. I will have you know that…” You hurry and cover his mouth, making him shut up.

Daisy is sitting there, mouth open and stunned. “If you say one fucking word, I swear, Daisy,” you grumble.

“Wow,” is all she can muster. “I had no idea. I thought you two were just…”

“Well we’re not,” Roger tells her. “We’re not and do not say a word or I will ruin you.”

Without a word, he looks you straight in the eye, deeply, unmistakably in awe of every inch of you as you lean against the door of his room. “Roger,” you say softly, the way someone speaks when they find something they thought they’d lost and would never find again. Quiet awe.

He reaches his hands up to cup your face. “Y/N.” His tone was not one of awe, but of confirmation, all-knowing, with a total eye contact he had never shied away from before, but this time it never left. Not for a second. You’re still in mild shock, but you never look away from him. Before you can experience the classic pre-kiss hesitation you’ve grown so accustomed to, he pulls your face to his and holds it you kiss, long, slow, and full, your tongues reflecting all the ways you desperately want to trace one another’s bodies.

“I can’t believe you told her…” you giggle before he cuts you off.

“I’m tired of hiding my feelings. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same about me. But dammit, Y/N, I think I’m in love with you…” You smile and move in for a kiss, pulling the waistband of his pants so he’ll be closer to you. He’s tense, and nervous – you’ve never seen him like this before, but you know this conversation is going to go nowhere unless he relaxes. “Did I fuck up?” he asks, still holding your face. “I don't want to ruin everything by going too fast.”

"Oh, so you want me to take it slow?" you smile as you slipped to your knees in front of him. The moonlight shining through the window reflects in his eyes as you look up with a grin, both sweet and evil at the same time. You slowly unzip his pants and slide your hand inside.

"That is not… quite what I meant," he groans with a soft chuckle.

"Then what did you mean?" you ask, playfully, as you unbuckle his belt and open his pants. You pull the band of his briefs down and release his already throbbing hard cock. You looked up at him as you leaned closer, your soft, warm tongue finding the throbbing head of his prick, and circle it playfully three times.

"I have no idea anymore," he moans. You giggle at his reaction then put you soft lips around his cock and slowly started bobbing your head up and down with a slow corkscrew motion, taking more of his cock into your mouth each time you go down. He was starting to relax finally.

"Is this going slow enough for you?" you ask with a sweet smile as your hand traverses his cock from its base to its head painfully slowly. Up and down you move your hand, jerking him off painfully slowly as you looked up and watch his face.

"You are a bad, bad girl," he groans with a chuckle.

"Oh, I'm going too fast, you say?" you giggle as you stop your hand at the base of his cock and grip him just hard enough to drive him crazy.

"Ok, now you're just being mean," he groans as you bite softly on your lower lip, your hand stationary as your eyes sparkled up at him.

"What are you going to do about it?" you smile.

"I will…" he says and then pauses. He truly has no idea what he’s going to do about it. He knows he’s at a very distinct disadvantage. He knows you have all the control, but he has to at least pretend that isn't true, because he never relegates control. He has to show that he has some say, which must be why he says, "I'll make you wait a whole week for sex."

"Oh, really?" you ask with a very amused look. He knows he doesn't have a leg to stand on and so do you.

"No, not a chance," he chuckles as he reaches out and gathers a handful of your hair in his hand. "I can never resist you."

"Good," you say as you look up at him from your knees, your hand still gripping his throbbing hard cock. "As long as we're clear about that."

"We are, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to spank you," he says in his best authoritative voice.

"Mmm, do you promise?" you ask, biting down on your lower lip. He nods, and you smile as you wrap your soft lips around the head of his cock again and start bobbing your head up and down as he holds your hair tightly in his fist. Your eyes look up at him as you take every hard inch into your mouth.

"Fuck… yes," he groans, enjoying what you’re doing to him. He firmly holds onto your hair as his knees grow weak, knowing he won't last much longer. Every inch of his body is in ecstasy as his cock slides in and out of your mouth, your lips massaging his flesh and your tongue driving him over the edge. He lets out a loud groan as he feels himself getting closer, until he finally comes with a vengeance, filling your mouth with his seed.

"Was that slow enough for you?" you coo after sliding his cock from your mouth.

"That was amazing," he says as he catches his breath.

He lifts you up and lays you on the bed, your eyes looking up at him as he soaks you in for a moment before kneeling on the floor. He pulls you closer to the edge and puts your legs on his shoulders as he kisses your thighs over your pants before reaching up and sliding them down. After slowly making his way back up, his tongue finds your clit and makes soft, slow circles that barely even touch. "You are such a tease," you groan as his tongue continues making the soft little circles that were driving you wild. He sucks your clit playfully into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it faster and with more pressure. "Oh, fuck!" you yell as he looks up at you, your head pressed back into the pillow, your chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

"Payback is hell, isn’t it?" he smiles and you stick your tongue out at him as you flip him off. "That's very mature of you," he chuckles as you tightly wrap your legs around him and his face goes back down between your legs. He flicks his tongue playfully across the lips before rolling it and slipping it inside you.

"Yes, that's it," you cry out as you reach down and grab his hair with both hands, he still teasing your dripping wet pussy with his tongue. Every time his tongue slides between the lips, your hips thrust upwards and you hands push his face down harder into your sweetness. Your breathing is getting faster and more labored as your body squirms beneath him.

"I could eat you all night," he moans as he looks up at you with those blue eyes.

"Promise?" you moan softly.

"Yep," he says as he buries his face between your legs again, sliding his hands up your torso. His tongue slips inside you as his hands cup your heaving breasts over the fabric of your shirt. You let out a string of little screams and moans, your legs wrapping around him like a clamp. You scream as your start to reach your climax, and he does his best to devour every drop of your sweet juices. You ride out your orgasm until you go limp on the bed, releasing your legs from around his back. He kisses your body softly as he looks up at you, your eyes closed as you catch your breath.

"Was that slow enough for you?" he chuckles as he stands up in front of the bed, feeling like a warrior that had just conquered his prey.

"Oh, shut up," you giggle. "You’re really good at that."

"I know. I can tell," he says cockily with a wink as he bends over, grabs your hands and pulls you up to kneel on the bed. He kisses your soft lips deeply as his hands work on getting your shirt off. He grabs your ass playfully as you start to make out like teenagers. Your tongues twirl around each other as he reaches around and unsnaps the clasp of your bra, causing it to fall on the bed between you. He breaks your kiss and leans back, drinking you in, his cock rock hard all over again. He leans back in to kiss you, this time guiding you to lay back down.

He slides his cock inside of you, and even though it’s happened before, right now it feels like he’s doing it for the very first time. Your whole body is on fire and your mind reeling with just how much life had changed over the past month. Your eyes meet with his as he starts fucking you with slow deep thrusts. It’s almost as if he’s on auto-pilot, giving you a few partial thrusts and then a full, deep thrust that makes you scream. You love feeling his body above you and every little sound that he makes turns you on more and more. "Fuck, Y/N," he groans. "You feel so damn good."

"Yes, Roger," you moan as you bite down hard on his shoulder, causing him to moan loudly. He gives you a series of deep thrusts before slipping it from your dripping wet pussy, making you whimper. "No! More!" you plead with a pained laugh.

"Oh, there is going to be more," he says as he sits up, pulling you over his lap, letting his hand rest on your ass as your body squirms.

"You're not really going to spank me, are you?" you giggle as his hand goes up into the air and comes back down, making a thwack that echoed through the room. "Ouch!" you yelped, laughing.

"Oh, you think it’s funny?" he asks, chuckling.

He slaps your ass again, and you look over your shoulder at him. "Is that all you've got?" you laugh as he spanks you again.

“I always keep my promises,” he says as he lays on the bed and pulls you on top of him. He guides himself deep into you with one deep thrust, holding your hips. "You like it like this, right baby?" he whispers.

"Yes," you say in a struggled whisper as you hold yourself up by your hands on his chest. His fingertips find your clit and you let out a heavy sigh as he starts to rub as you rock back and forth on his cock. You’re moaning and grinding, every inch of him inside of you.

"Are you ready?" he asks as his hands slide up to your back. You hurriedly shake your head yes, and he pulls you down to him, his cock pounding away, wanting to make the moment last forever. But you feel him explode inside of you, sending wave after wave of his cum deep inside of your box. He doesn’t let you go, even as your pussy grips down hard on him. He doesn’t let you go as all of the energy escapes from your body and you fall completely down onto his chest. He doesn’t ever want to let you go. He looks up at you as you struggle to raise your head, trying to catch your breath, and smiles. "Just stick with me. There’s more where that came from.”

November 29, 1978 – Buffalo, New York, 10am

"You are amazing, Y/N," he whispers in your ear the next morning when he feels you wake up. “And perfect,” he says before giving you a kiss on the back of your shoulder. “Every… single… inch…” he whispers, each words emphasized by another small kiss.

You giggle and groan as you roll over to face him with a smile on your face. “Can’t we just stay here forever?” You bring the palm of your hand to his face. “I don’t want this to end.”

He kisses your forehead and pulls you into him. “It doesn’t have to,” he tells you. “We can always have this.”

You strain to look at the clock on the nightstand and groan. “We have to get up,” you sigh. “The bus leaves in 30 minutes.”

The phone starts to ring and now he groans. “This better be fucking important,” he says when he lifts the receiver to his ear. “Yeah, Deaky, I’m up.” He rolls his eyes and looks at you. “Yeah, she’s here.” Your eyes get big and you’re silently fussing at him as he hands you the phone.

“Get him out of bed and dressed and down here,” John laughs. “And we can only keep Daisy distracted for so long so…”

You and Roger hurry and get dressed, trying to decide who is going to walk out first. You try to find your shirt but can’t, so you grab one of Roger’s that sitting on the chair and throw it on. “I’ll go first,” you say as you rush to the mirror and try to pull your hair up and look somewhat presentable.

“You look fine,” Roger tells you as he starts to get dressed. “Go.” You run over and give him a quick kiss. “I’ll see you at the bus.”

You smile and start to run out the door, but you quickly run back to him. He gives you an amused, questioning look. “I think I’m in love with you, too, you know.” You give him another quick kiss and run out the door before he can even say anything.

When you get to the lobby you see Daisy first, sitting on a chair looking absolutely livid. You don’t know why you’re concerned about her, but you are, so you hurry over to see what’s wrong. She glares at you like she’s about to slash you, and you don’t know why. “Japan? Really? When were you going to tell me?”

“What are you even talking about?” you ask.

She stands up and chuffs. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. How are you getting all of the good shit? You’ve only been at the magazine for a year. I’ve been there for five and I’m not getting anything.”

“Daisy!” you yell, snapping her out of it. “What are you taking about? I’m not going to Japan.”

“Yes, you are!” Freddie says from behind you. “You’re coming with us!” Daisy rolls her eyes and stomps off in a huff and Freddie grabs you into a big hug. “We asked and we are receiving. Of course, now that you and Rog are in love…”

“Woah,” you interrupt. “Hold on.”

Freddie starts laughing. “Anyway… It won’t be as funny since you won’t be getting him testy, but it’ll still be fun!” You look over Freddie’s shoulder and see Roger walk into the lobby. “And don’t tell me you aren’t in love because I don’t even have to turn around to know Rog just walked in. You have the same look he does when he sees you.”

You giggle and look back at Freddie. “Maybe I just have that look because I know what he’s got in his pants.”

“You are too much!” he howls with laughter as he slaps your shoulder. “You and me are on the same wavelength. That’s why I look at that one like I do,” he giggles as he points to one of the road crew. “But don’t say anything. He’s my little secret.” You pretend like you’re zipping your lips and wink.

“Are you two coming or are you walking to Ottawa?” Roger yells. “Get your perky ass on the bus!”

“He’s talking to me, clearly,” Freddie giggles as he walks away.

You follow behind and see Roger waiting for you, giving him a smile when you meet up with him. “Did you know about Japan?” you ask. His smile grows. “And you didn’t tell me?” He winks. “So you can keep a secret.”

“Let’s get on the bus so we can go back to sleep.”

“Canada,” you groan as you sit down in your seat. “Canada in December. Who planned this tour?” you joke.

“Don’t worry,” Roger mumbles as he wraps his arm around you and smirks. “I’ll keep you warm.”

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reddie!!!

Ah yes. The worlds most confident couple!! 💛🌞 Love that for them! These boys are unquestionably in love, and those are just facts.

I mean... come on. You’re talking about two people who have been together since basically middle school. Maybe not in any official sense, but they definitely both admitted their feelings together in eighth or ninth grade.

They probably never had any sort of official getting together moment. Eddie probably confessed his feelings to Richie in the same moment as coming out to him for the first time. Richie probably gets really flustered and is like “oh, yeah. uh. same.” and it doesn’t really specify if its him just coming out or if he’s actually was saying he likes Eddie back.

Not that it matters much, because Eddie will tell people that he guesses that’s the day they got together. It’s definitely when teasing stopped being teasing, Richie started spending the night instead of sneaking back out of the window and when they start holding hands under tables.

By the time they’re in high school, there’s absolutely no question to anybody that Eddie and Richie are EddieandRichie. If anybody ever asked them how long they’ve been together, they’d respond with a shrug and an “I don’t know. Always, I guess.”

I should get back to the point, though. That being that Eddie and Richie are CRAZY SECURE in their relationship. Zero doubts. You won’t catch these boys getting aggressive or jealous in regards to one another.

At a party in senior year, a drunk Eddie is forced to admit that his first crush was- in fact- Bill Denbrough. Everybody expected Richie to take this pretty hard- he’d always suffered a bit of an inferiority complex with Bill- but Richie just laughs, gives a shout of “ayyye bitch me too!” and high fived his boyfriend.

At another party (college, my dudes.) Eddie gets pulled aside by one of his LGBT society friends who was told him that they’d spotted his ~boyfriend~ flirting with some hot upperclassman. They’re pretty disappointed in Eddie’s lack of response in the news, even at the sight of Richie clearly putting on the charms for this thick armed dudebro. He merely says that Richie would never cheat on him, and goes back to his business.

(The dudebro in question was head runner of the campus’ underground radio station and Richie was flirting his way into a job. He got it.)

At about twenty two, when they’re engaged but on the downlow because they haven’t been able to get rings yet and they didn’t want to tell anybody until they have them, they Losers all get together for a big bash for somebody’s birthday. Richie ends up laying a big, nasty, wet kiss on Stan. Everybody gets pretty quiet and wait for Eddie to get upset but Eddie just laughs and tells everybody that Stan is always Richie’s pick for which Loser he’d want to include in a three way.

(Eddie always bounces back and forth between Ben or Mike, depending on his mood, but Richie doesn’t sell him out.)

A year into their marriage, Mike goes through a rough break up and Eddie takes him to a gay bar to help him through it. A few hours after getting there, Eddie realizes that nobody has hit on him since he got there. Scared and a little sad, Eddie calls Richie to complain about not being hit on and asking his husband if he’s lost his hotness.

(Richie thinks this is the funniest shit because he thinks Eddie is the hottest guy in the entire world, so he just laughs and tells Eddie to take his ring off if he wants people to put the moves on him.)

Five years after they’re married, Richie starts being really secretive and working late and never really around. Eddie misses him being around of course, and mentions Richie’s behavior to his coworkers. They get pretty paranoid and sort of hype up the idea that Richie is having an affair. Eddie always laughs this off, sometimes claiming that he has Richie’s dick trained so it won’t get up for anybody except himself and a solo Richie.

(Richie actually had been working a ton of extra hours of his job, saving up to take Eddie to Rome because they hadn’t been able to afford to take a Honeymoon when they got married.)

When Richie agrees to donate sperm for Beverly and Kay’s first child, everybody sort of expected Eddie to be weirded out and awkward with a child that’s half Richie-half Beverly. They’re especially worried when the kid comes out looking like a tiny Richie, but Eddie absolutely dotes on the child and McMarsh end up naming him the godfather.

(Between me and you, Eddie was even more excited and had less reserves for it than Richie. He thinks a child that’s half Richie and half Bev might just be the best thing in this world.)

Basically, Eddie and Richie are a super supportive, healthy and happy couple and we stan their love!

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #my hcs

[cremaete]

LET’S     KILL     THIS     FUCKIN’     CLOWN          !              your     handy     guide     to     one     richard     james     tozier          ,          derry     -     bred     and     detested          ,          lifelong     victim     of     an     intergalactic     space     alien     in     the     shape     of     a     real     scary     clown          .

˚     ◟        ›         𝒾.        statistics          .

full     name:     richard     james     tozier     .

nicknames,     aliases:

primarily     known     as     richie     .

rich     .

trasmouth     .

bucky     beaver     ,     four     -     eyes     ,     any     number     of     foul     monikers     as     crowned     by     bowers’     gang     of     ineffable     dipshits     .

age:     twenty     -     four     .

date     of     birth:     march     fourth     .

place     of     birth:     derry     ,     maine     .

nationality:     american     .

occupation:

bartender     .

aspiring     stand     -     up     comic     .

barista     .

sexual     &     romantic     occupation:     coming     out     of     the     cage     closet     and     he’s     doing     just     fine     .

gender     identity:     cis     male     ,     he     /     him     .

hogwarts     house:     ravenclaw     ,     despite     popular     belief     .

˚     ◟       ›       𝒾𝒾.     aftermath          .

derry     does     a     number     on     anyone     that     gets     caught     in     its     filthy     ,     blood     -     soaked     jaws     ,     that’s     just     common     knowledge     ---     derry     brands     itself     hard     on     your     heart     when     you     leave     it     ,     the     scar     you     won’t     acknowledge     but     feel     the     aching     presence     of     ,     adjacent     to     the     hate     that     burns     holes     in     your     stomach     .     richie     knows     that     kind     of     burn     ,     has     since     he     was     old     enough     to     figure     out     that     he     wasn’t     ever     going     to     be     like     the     other     kids     .     being     the     token     gay     kid     and     the     loudmouth     smartass     is     a     deadly     combination     /     mouth     moves     a     mile     at     a     minute     and     your     mind     works     just     as     fast     but     they’re     never     in     tandem     ,     never     at     the     same     time     .

and     nothing     gives     you     hometown     -     related     trauma     like     being     chased     ,     tormented     ,     downright     bullied     and     nearly     killed     by     a     fucking     intergalactic     space     alien     called     pennywise     the     dancing     clown     !     nothing     keeps     you     up     at     night     like     the     memories     of     those     drooling     jowls     wrapped     tight     round     stan’s     head     ,     the     memories     of     eddie’s     snapped     arm     ,     the     memories     of     a     wrecked     body     in     a     yellow     slicker     ---     they     keep     you     awake     ,     sweating     and     screaming     into     your     pillow     and     sneaking     out     for     a     cigarette     between     shaking     fingers     .

at     the     very     least     ,     you     have     your     friends     ---     the     losers’     club     ,     etched     in     blood     and     sweat     and     tears     .     bill     ,     fearless     leader     with     kind     eyes     and     a     shaking     voice     and     a     valiant     heart     (     and     you     rib     them     all     but     you     love     them     ,     but     you     look     up     to     bill     like     nothing     else     ;     wish     you     had     his     strength     )     .     stan     ,     preternaturally     neat     ,     strange     laughter     and     rolled     eyes     and     a     kind     word     and     his     birds     (     you     let     him     read     his     bird     book     to     you     ,     you     know     it     calms     him     down     when     you     listen     so     intently     with     a     serene     smile     and     your     glasses     drooping     )     .     beverly     ,     hacked     -     off     red     hair     and     cigarette     smoke     and     bruises     and     all     wolf     ,     no     girl     ---     no     fear     left     ,     only     bravery     and     bite     (     and     oh     ,     you     love     that     girl     ---     you     love     her     like     the     moon     loves     the     sun     ,     so     desperately     you     seem     to     orbit     around     her     )     .     ben     ,     the     sweetest     ;     a     smile     like     candy     ,     an     earnest     kindness     ,     not     a     bad     word     to     say     .     caught     up     in     the     library     and     the     mirror     alike     /     and     you     would     fight     the     world     for     that     kid     (     would’ve     socked     bowers     and     his     fuckin’     friends     in     the     eyes     until     they     popped     for     hurting     ben     ,     how     could     you     hurt     someone     so     pure     of     heart     and     of     mouth     and     of     soul     ?     )     .     mike     ,     florida     -     bound     .     mike     ,     angelic     smile     and     fierce     and     strong     ,     mike     who     does     the     impossible     every     day     .     mike     ,     whose     farm     becomes     a     secondary     clubhouse     .     (     afternoons     are     spent     helping     out     the     farm     and     you     love     it     ,     the     scent     of     sweat     and     the     smile     high     on     mike’s     face     ,     the     way     you     all     work     together     .     you’d     steal     the     sun     just     to     see     that     smile     )     ---     and     eddie     .     oh     ,     eddie     .     the     lump     in     your     throat     rises     to     meet     the     name     .     

monumental     defeat     should     be     freeing     ,     but     you’re     left     with     the     wreckage     of     a     collective     mental     state     .     you’ve     no     idea     what     you     actually     have     (     never     ventured     near     a     doctor     ,     nor     a     therapist     /     how     the     hell     do     you     explain     what     your     childhood     has     entailed     ?     )     but     you     know     it’s     not     good     .     (     post     -     traumatic     stress     disorder     .     anxiety     .     manic     depression     .     god     knows     what     else     .     an     intense     fear     of     sewers     and     clowns     .     )     your     trauma     keeps     you     up     for     days     at     a     time     ,     keeps     you     chugging     coffee     and     smoking     out     the     back     of     your     car     .

adolescence     is     a     blur     ,     of     the     losers     and     your     parents’     concern     and     your     head     ,     the     way     it     pounds     with     the     hurt     you     relive     on     a     daily     basis     and     the     hurt     you     won’t     speak     of     .     you     come     out     to     beverly     first     ,     and     promptly     vomit     .     you’re     drunk     ,     sixteen     and     shaking     .

eighteen     when     you     finally     decide     to     get     the     fuck     out     of     dodge     ,     your     life     packed     up     into     the     back     of     your     beat     -     up     car     ,    kiss     your     parents     goodbye     ,     cry     at     the     idea     of     leaving     your     friends     .     they’re     adamant     that     they’re     following     ,     but     you’re     not     quite     sure     ;     you’re     semi     -     convinced     that     you’re     leaving     an     entire     world     behind     when     you     pass     the     ‘     welcome     to     derry     ’     sign     .

you’re     not     sure     where     you     mean     to     end     up     ,     but     you     end     up     a     few     towns     over     ,     in     castle     rock     .     and     the     funniest     thing     happens     ---     you     swear     that     every     other     time     you’ve     left     derry     ,     even     for     a     day     ,     your     memory     starts     going     foggy     but     this     time     ,     it’s     crystal     clear     .     the     trauma     doesn’t     fade     ,     you     still     wake     up     shivering     and     hoarse     from     screaming     .

small     apartment     doesn’t     treat     you     good     or     bad,     it     just     treats     you     .     you     clutter     it     with     empty     bottles     and     crushed     cigarette     packets     ,     vhs     tapes     and     books     and     takeout     containers     from     the     local     diner     .     bad     habits     are     so     easy     to     fall     into     ,     especially     when     you’re     trying     to     outrun     your     past     and     drinking     yourself     stupid     every     night     seems     to     work     the     best     .     drinking     graduates     to     smoking     more     weed     than     usual     ,     then     your     first     line     ,     then     you’re     bumping     every     single     time     you     feel     a     quake     start     to     riot     in     your     palms     .     never     pictured     yourself     an     addict     at     eightee     ,     but     here     you     are     ,     dark     -     eyed     and     too     thin     and     shaking     in     a     warm     room     .     you     kick     your     addiction     a     year     later     ,     and     promptly     apply     to     college     .

college     degree     in     music     under     your     belt     but     nothing     to     do     with     it     ,     you     end     up     working     at     a     bar     and     a     cafe     ,     doling     out     drinks     to     a     mindless     mass     who     barely     remember     your     name     .     it’s     comforting     .     you     gradually     turn     your     home     from     a     glorified     crack     pit     into     a     home     .     you     build     a     life     you     never     thought     you     deserved     .     you     actively     try     to     get     better     ---     it     doesn’t     always     work     ,     and     some     nights     you     wake     up     after     blacking     out     ,     empty     bottles     at     your     side     but     you’re     trying     .

#castle.intro #tw alcohol abuse #tw drug abuse #tw mental illness #idk i made him real sad but it's fine !

[petalsforbangtan]

bts as songs : [hispanic edition]

ya’ll i got this idea when i was listening to one of the songs on this list. i’m a compulsive bitch and luckily so is @lokojk this is pretty much a collab we did.

we maaaaay do more in the future so keep an eye out for other editions ??? 

kim seokjin : 

borro cassette by maluma 

lets be real, pretty boys coming for everyone

this song would deadass be playing when y/n would be trying to study,, cook,, clean,, something that doesn’t require jins presence at ALL.

but he’s annoying and would want to have attention on him

but cmon who can NOT give the king attention in the first place

he’d dance in a goofy way in order to receive what he wants

no sexual dance moves at all 

he’d try to be sexy but fail miserably 

“maybe if you stopped ignoring me and came over here to show me how to dance, i’d probably be way better than even you”

min yoongi  :

bandolero by don omar ft tego calderon 

yes i am aware that yoongi is soft and wants nothing more than kithes and someone to hold his hand

but lets be real when it comes to this type of music,, he’s definitely on the heavier,, darker side

if you know where this song is from,, then you’ll understand the following,, if not,, then ya moms a hoe (jk she;s probably super lovely)

ya’ll would meet at a car race in one of those sketchy parts of town where people would tell you to avoid at nights since you were new in town 

you said “fuuuuck it” and took your own racing car bc you were edgy 

the undefeated king ; min yoongi spotted you and your car a mile away,, surprised there was someone new in town

he was shocked when you got out fo your car and asked him to race

he didn’t wanna sound cocky but girls usually threw themselves at him rather than challenging him to race

its up to you to determine if he won or if you won 

jung hoseok :

mia by bad bunny ft drake 

underground rapper makes his break through 

he’s looking for background dancers for his mv

he’s not picky but he’s picky

physically he doesn’t care what the dancers look like 

but dancing wise,, you better have gotten all three yes’s and the golden buzzer on america’s got talent

he doesn’t mean to be super picky nor mean but according to namjoon,, he needs to “chill out a bit” 

y/n walks in and he can tell you’re super nervous

quite frankly he doesn’t have time for amateurs but he thought he should go easy on you and not judge too quickly

despite the parts where you messed up, he thought you gradually got better as your audition continued

“i could tell you were nervous but eventually gained your confidence,, you’re in”

kim namjoon :

mundo aparte by mym & farruko

an: pls know i’m not implying that namjoon smokes weed or does any other drugs,, this is only for entertainment purposes and its all imaginary and in no mean to harm him or any other member or staff

“maaaaan i could really use a bowl right about now”

you didn’t need to say much more before namjoon was already getting out his pipe and grinder.

two to three bowls later ya’ll were floating on clouds 

after you guys sat around listening to music,, one of you (probably you) suddenly got the munchies so you decided to order some pizza

once the pizza got delivered,, bc ya’ll shouldn’t be driving while high, joon thought it’d be a good idea to have a late night picnic at the park nearby 

so now you set off to the park and the moon looks beautiful 

lets say that the moonchild himself looks even more beautiful tonight than usual.

you suddenly realize you’ve always had a crush on namjooon ??? cut that out you’ve had a HUGE crush on joon

suddenly he realizes he has a MAJOR crush on you too

one thing leads to another and lets just say ya’ll don’t kiss and talk..

park jimin :

escape by ozuna 

jimin was the bad boy that would make your dad cry if he ever found out you were hanging out with him 

he was the one that despite his bad influences and actions, they were so addicting and you always wanted more 

he was a sweetheart on the inside, past all the stereotypes he was filed under

did he smoke and drink ?? yeah but not on the regular like others think maybe once or twice a month

HE’D ALSO NOT LET YOU GO DOWN THAT ROAD 

he would say,, and i quote “you’re too pure and good for all of this”

your favorite adventures were the ones where he’d help you sneak out of your room in order to go roam the city at 2 am 

he was cute but man he was one hell of a sexy one too

he had the vibe of a player but you knew he could be loyal

“don’t worry babygirl,, i’d never hurt you or put you in harms way”

kim taehyung :

encantadora by yandel 

clubs on saturday nights were taehyungs safe haven

he’d be drinking,, chatting,, laughing it up w his friends. he would dance sometimes but he wasn’t really into it when all his friends had a dance partner and he was all aloooone

one particular night he saw a woman 

according to hoseok tipsy off of mikes lemonades you was ‘fine as fuuuuuh’

taehyung agreed so he HAD to make his way over to you 

he was smooth, you had to admit,, but shieeeet you were smoother 

you had him wrapped your lips like sweet honey dripping down 

how were you so smooth and attractive and irresistible you may ask ??

go n ask you momma Aphrodite herself

yeah you were THE Aphrodite’s daughter 

so taehyung better watch himself when he messes around w you bc your mom was NOT afraid to threaten w ‘fuck my daughter over and your dick will become a chew toy for cerberus’

jeon jungkook :

aprovechalo by wisin y yandel 

an : man fuck jungkook who tf does he think he is tbh 

ya’ll know those late night bars w live musicians ???

yeah his headass would work at one of those and yes he’d be banging 

he’s got it all baby 

the looks,, the fits,, the voice,, the dance moves,, the vibes,, his cute smile,, his swagger ways,, the way he made both girls and guys sweat and blush whenever he looked at them 

he knew all of this too !!! and he didn’t hide it 

of course he remained humble and never used his likeliness to his advantage but he still found ways to woo the crowd

you were the bartender at the bar he sang at and yes,, you liked his music and his voice and the way he’d get lost in the moment but you got tired of these people practically throwing themselves at him

“i just don’t understand the whole hype ya know ?? he’s just another guy”

you tried explaining this to your best friend yoongi but it always went in on ear and out the other bc he was too gay to comprehend 

yoongi was a snitch and let jungkook know about this and he was determined to woo you over as well 

giiirrrl he tried singing an array of different songs yoongi would recommend but none worked 

that was until he sang AND danced to aprovechalo 

#bts imagines #bts scenario #bts text au #bangtan sonyeondan #bts sm au #bts social media au #bts texts #bts x reader #bts crack #bts fanfic #bts headcanons #bts x latina!reader #bts x poc #bts hyung line #bts maknae line #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

[ao3feed-harringrove]

Go West

https://ift.tt/32F43Xb

by qupecupid

Billy died. Somehow he's alive now, but according to Max he was dead for a solid couple of minutes. He gets memories of July back in bits and pieces. He spends a month at the hospital trying to be whole again. He isn't. Then El visits him and tell him the only thing she's sure will help: "Go to the beach." With an almost manic determination, Billy decides to get him and Max as far away from Hawkins as possible, to get them back to California. But he doesn't have a car anymore...

Steve has had his heart broken before. He still wasn't prepared for Billy to rip him a new one and break it all off the last week of June. They'd been sneaking around together for months, Steve thought maybe he was in love. Steve had felt like a real person again. Then it was over. Then Billy died. Somehow he's alive now. When he finally works up the courage to visit Billy in the hospital, thanks to Robin, Billy tells him he's taking Max and going west. He just doesn't have a car... Steve could drive them. - ROAD TRIP! Steve drives Billy and Max to Cali. Robin goes with in the name of homosexuality. Billy and Robin become friends. Max and Robin try to get the boys back together

Words: 3563, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Eleven, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Neil Hargrove, Susan Hargrove, Billy's Mom, Wendy (that's billy's mom's friend from the flashback that one time), Robin's Parents

Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington

Additional Tags: Road Trips, Established Relationship, Exes, Internalized Homophobia, Reconciliation, California, HIV/AIDS, No one has it it's just talked about, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Billy being a good brother for once, Max being a a pilar of strength and sanity, Robin knowing how to read a map, Steve having a terrible sense of direction, Bonding, Found Family, They go to the beach, They go to a gay bar eventually, It's about being ok again after not being ok for a long time, Angst with a Happy Ending

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/32F43Xb

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy/steve #stranger things

[devilsknotrp]

THE BLUEJAY

Age: Thirty Occupation: Bartender, The Bar Personality: Rebellious, adventurous, charismatic; non-committal, self-denying, guarded. Faceclaim: Peter Gadiot

TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR IMPLIED DOMESTIC ABUSE

One of Perry’s earliest memories is his father, Sal, screaming at him. Sal was a hard but useless man, a sloppy drunk and a deadbeat, forever losing money and friends and fucking up in increasingly imaginative ways. Perry hated him in an intense and unrepentant way, and did not shed a tear when, shortly after the Phillip Silverman incident, Sal went missing. Turns out he died in a pool of his own vomit, but for a moment there Perry wished Sal had done something truly idiotic, like murder. At least that would justify how strongly he felt about his so-called father. Devil’s Knot was not kind to Perry, but, really, he could not give a rat’s. The community had long ago decided he was worth less than nothing, so he suffered all manner of minor injustices growing up. He was a “bad seed”, and he could never change their minds. Perry is gay. As soon as the trial was over, he and his then-boyfriend, Bobby Davies, jacked Sal’s old car and drove as far away as they could. All Perry wanted was to be alone with Bobby, forever. No more sneaking around. But things happened, and when they broke up in that parking lot somewhere in California, Perry had nowhere else to go except back where he belonged, in a place that saw him as little more than the dirt on their boots. Perry lives a private life and keeps to himself. His apartment is small, cozy, and unexpectedly neat; a result of a turbulent, disaffected childhood, he supposes. Perry is not out and only occasionally drives a few towns over to go to certain bars. Even he needs comfort sometimes.

ROBERT “BOBBY” DAVIES → The ex-boyfriend, have not spoken, unresolved tension. FRANKIE ESPOSITO → Brother, used to be estranged, difficult on-off relationship, generally civil, blood is blood.  MANDY SILVERMAN, MARY HAWKER, MICHAEL “MIKE” HAWKER, JENNY TAYLOR →  Childhood friends, slightly estranged, once the “Scooby Gang”. BLANCA SCHMIDT →  New friend, bonded over the fact they’re black sheep, a lot in common, often hang out together playing pool. ZIG LEHMANN  → Old classmate, never saw eye to eye, spits insults at each other. CHARLIE TAYLOR → Acquaintance, he comes into the bar a lot, they talk.

Perry is TAKEN

#lsrp #lsrpg #literate rp #new rp #dark rp #* #perry esposito #3 #t

[for-f0rever]

okay so like i did with my post when i saw Noah, i’ll do a recap of Mike’s last show! i’ve been fortunate enough to see this show three times and to see Mike as Connor all three times, but i think this time was my favorite :) (MLB was my first Evan, then Noah, then Taylor)

if you were at the show and i forgot anything feel free to add to this! i write these on the train home and sometimes i just...forget things haha. also you can always send asks if you want to know more about something or you just want to ask something :)

anyway like with the last one i’ll put it under a read more so you don’t have to scroll forever because i tend to like... ramble when i write things haha

Act 1

so obviously when you look at the board picture i posted, Asa was on for Larry. I had never seen him before, but he was amazing. i really liked his interpretation of Larry, he was more relaxed and rarely raised his voice, which was a little bit of a change, but one that kind of made everything super interesting

Taylor is also amazing. he plays a little bit more of a confident Evan, but he rubs his face a lot and wipes his hands on his jeans, so you can definitely still tell he’s super anxious. i really liked the way he approached Evan

Mike seemed so relaxed throughout the show. He was smiling and laughing through the funny parts and i kind of felt like he was trying to take it all in. he was definitely embarrassed by all the attention though haha. 

when they come out in Anybody Have A Map Jennifer had to wait until the cheers died down for him (which were so loud) and he looked back at her and smiled but i’m pretty sure he just wanted her to start because the cheers were so loud and for a good few seconds

usually during Anybody Have A Map when Cynthia says that he’s not high Connor just looks up in Zoe’s direction/not really staring at anything, but in this show he turned back and looked at Jennifer and smiled

Phoenix was adorable and the way she portrayed Alana was amazing. you can tell she just wants to fit in and the way she’s so confident but so eager to do something is portrayed so perfectly by her. her voice is also insanely good

Jennifer generally gets super emotional through the show (obviously), but she seemed even more emotional at this show than the other times i saw it. there were times where she was inconsolable and it was so heartbreaking (she always breaks my heart, but i felt like it was so much more painful today)

When Connor grabs Evan’s arm Evan like yelps out quietly in pain, and normally Connor just like apologizes quietly and then writes but this time he sort of paused for a few seconds and then wrote his name

Mike didn’t finish his little “that’s the saddest fucking thing i’ve ever heard oh my god” after he asks how Evan broke his arm. He ended up laughing quietly before he got through “oh my god”

when the Murphy’s tell Evan that Connor took his own life, Larry sort of turned to Cynthia when they realized Evan didn’t know and Cynthia just looked SO upset and immediately started crying and shaking her head. she sounded so broken when Evan tried to tell her the truth

For Forever was so painful. The Murphy’s all just looked so sad and Evan just wants to make it better and you can see. Cynthia was just sobbing at the table listening to him tell this story

Sincerely, Me was SO carefree. Will was so funny during it and Taylor was so stressed. Will and Taylor feed so well off each other honestly. during “my sister’s hot” Mike smirks and Taylor sounds horrified that Jared would even write that.  Taylor hugged Mike during “our friendship goes beyond your average kind of bond” and then like runs away from him during “but not because we’re gay”. the two of them were laughing the whole song and during the final chorus when they’re all dancing all three of them were smiling and laughing with each other and it was so cute

Laura cried through almost all of Requiem, which i’m pretty sure didn’t used to happen. she still sounded upset during the next scene right before If I Could Tell Her. Requiem is a heartbreaking song in general, but god it really was painful at this show

Taylor’s mannerisms in If I Could Tell Her were adorable. He was so nervous and he would like nervously pace and he touched Connor’s comics at one point

Mike in Disappear was more carefree than i could ever remember happening before? when Evan says he doesn’t know who to talk to Connor just said “you can talk to me” but Mike didn’t make his voice high pitched or anything he just sounded genuine about it. Disappear was so cute and they seemed like they were having such a good time. Taylor had turned to look at him when he was singing at one point and just smiled at him

Cynthia telling Evan that Connor hadn’t been invited to any bar mitzvahs was so sad she could barely get it out when she said it

Taylor’s panic attack just before You Will Be Found was INCREDIBLY believable. when he fell over he just sort of laid there stunned and then looked like he was going to throw up for a minute before he picked himself up finally. I could see his hands shaking and I was pretty far away

during You Will Be Found Mike’s baby pictures pop up on the screen (i’ve reblogged a boot part of that before if you’ve never seen it! i could find it again because it’s one of my favorite moments) and they were so painful to look at at this show. Larry collapses when he’s looking up at him, and Asa seemed so distraught. his interpretation of Larry was so incredible, and when he grabbed Cynthia right after the baby pictures stop flashing on the screen you could tell how upset he was that his son is gone.

Laura’s “you’ve given me my brother back” at the end of YWBF was heartbreaking. she was crying and ugh it was awful

Act 2

During Sincerely, Me Reprise Will’s laugh made Mike laugh it was so funny. and Mike’s expressions when Evan says they can’t just make things up about this was priceless. i really can’t remember him being this animated before

During To Break In A Glove in the bridge right before Larry says “you’re just trying to do your best for a kid who’s lost control” Asa leaned his hand on the work bench and tried not to get emotional

It probably has a lot to do with Taylor and Laura being close, but right before Only Us when Evan is panicking that they’re going to break up was hilarious. He reached out to hold her wrists and was like “thank you” and she laughed and was like “don’t mention it” and they both laughed

Zoe does a TON of nervous fidgeting. it’s such a little detail that i don’t know if i’ve ever noticed before, but it’s so important and i love it

I’ve written this before i think, but the tenseness in the scene where the Murphy’s offer Evan Connor’s college fund is so awkward and tense and you can tell how embarrassed Heidi is that Evan had even said anything about this to anyone

RBJ and Taylor’s fights are SO much more escalated than MLB and Noah’s were. Taylor’s almost a more confident Evan while still being anxious at the same time, and they’re screaming at each other and you can tell Evan is getting worked up but he’s so upset at the same time and it’s so intense

Jared looked and sounded so hurt when Evan said that they’re friends because Jared doesn’t have anyone else to be friends with during Good For You

During the “did you fall” scene, Mike definitely started getting emotional way earlier than he normally does. his “you can get rid of me whenever you want” was so heartbreaking and emotional and you could see how upset he was in this scene

Phoenix’s interpretation of Alana is SO good. I really liked the way she approached her and when Evan stops helping her with The Connor Project she is SO pissed. it was such a raw and real reaction that i loved

The lead-up to Evan admitting the lie was so intense, it just kept building and Cynthia just kept getting more upset and then he reveals the lie and everyone is so emotional. Zoe’s “how could you do this?” was so quiet but you could tell how hurt she was

usually when Connor comes on stage he just stays on for a second or two during Words Fail (right before “this was just a sad invention”) but today he lingered a little longer, walked a little further on the stage, shook his head and then turned and walked off and you could tell he was upset/crying. it brought so much more emotion to that part

right before So Big/So Small Evan was much more emotional. Taylor was crying, and Rachel was emotional, and it just made the whole scene so raw? that scene is heartbreaking crying or not, but this made it even sadder if possible.

RBJ’s vocals are INSANE. i know i’ve said that before and i think everyone knows this, but god. she is so heartbreaking in So Big/So Small, and she grabs Evan and holds him so tight, rubs his back and rocks him

Zoe and Evan at the orchard is so sad, but it’s the kind of closure you need at the same time. there’s little moments where you wonder what they could’ve been, but overall it’s just a lot of healing. Zoe says “it’s been hard... it’s been a hard year” with a sad smile to him and you can see how she’s still hurting

during the finale they all walk on stage and when Jennifer turned to walk back to her final spot she glanced at Mike and they smiled at each other

There’s a video of the bows but since they cut off the side of the stage i’ll just explain them too! the cheers were so loud for Mike when he came back on and immediately you could tell he hated the attention haha. when Mike and Phoenix walked over to the side Phoenix said something and they both laughed and then Mike pulled Phoenix in for a hug. Asa came over and hugged them both and he rubbed Mike’s back. then Laura came over and grabbed Mike in the tightest hug and she was crying so, so much

when they finished bows Mike tried to sneak away but Phoenix grabbed him and pulled him back and he was laughing and shaking his head like he literally hated that they made him have the attention on him omg. Jennifer brought him his flowers and she was crying but she said something to him and kissed his cheek and hugged him so tight. Mike blew kisses to the whole cast and waved to the orchestra, and then turned back and did one more quick bow before he BOLTED off stage i’m dying he literally hated the attention on him

so in summary, while it may have been SLIGHTLY irresponsible to spend money and see the show again, i’m so glad i did it. i don’t think it’s a secret that Mike is one of my favorite actors, and to see him in his final show is something i’ll never forget. he is so humble and adorable and talented and i can’t wait to see what he does next :)

#deh recap #dear evan hansen recap #mike faist #jennifer laura thompson #asa somers #laura dreyfuss #rachel bay jones #taylor trensch #will roland #phoenix best #dear evan hansen #deh #happy trails mike 💙