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jingukk · 3 years

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snowed in

Pairing: yoongi x reader

Genre: drabble, fluff, slice of life | f2l, roommates!au

wc: 1200+

warnings: none

you’re trapped inside your apartment during your favorite season, sipping your favorite drink with your favorite person.

When you wake up, all you see is white. Not unusual considering your recent paint job, the ugly cheeto orange that used to coat your walls happily a thing of the past, but what’s peculiar is that your windows seem to be white too. Blearily you get out of bed and head towards them, realizing as you get closer that snow is covering the panes.

This fact delights and worries you. For one, you love snow. The peace and tranquility that comes with watching those crystals fall from the heavens is truly unmatched. Winter is your favorite season and building snowmen is your favorite pastime, a sweet reminder of how easy life used to be. On the other hand, you have things to do today, places to be. Your daily commute to work is already 30 minutes, but if you throw traffic and snow blocked roads into the mix? It’ll take well over an hour.

Cursing, you stumble out of your den and head across your living room towards the bathroom, trying to plan out the best way to make it to work in one piece. You’ll have no time for breakfast, a banana will have to suffice, and you could probably skip a shower to save more-

“What's the rush?”

Stopping in your tracks you whip around. Yoongi gazes lazily at you from his spot on the couch, a big blanket covering his frame. His hair is all over the place, eyes still a little puffy from sleep.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Uhm, work?” you question pointedly. “You know, the place where I get paid?” He chooses not to respond to your sarcasm. “Your office opened an hour ago, why aren't you there yet?”

He yawns, stretching his arms to the side. “Called in a few minutes ago, told them I’m not coming. You should do the same.”

“Yea right,” you snort, “a little bit of snow isn’t gonna stop me from driving.”

“Right now it's reached 10 inches, by tonight it's supposed to reach 18.”

“Wha- 18 INCHES,” you choke on your spit, “is that even possible?”

“If it was possible for me then it’s possible for mother nature, I suppose.”

The sound of your giggling brings a tiny smile to Yoongi’s face, pleased his joke managed to ease your mind for a second. Unfortunately, this only lasts for so long, the reality of your situation re-entering your mind and your shoulders sagging once again.

You need to go in today, what with the board of directors paying a visit to your branch. Not to mention the free catering on Mondays. “I have work in an hour, how am I supposed to go?” you mope, plopping down on the couch next to him with your head in your hands.

“You aren’t,” Yoongi replied casually, rubbing your back. “Parking garage is snowed in and our street hasn’t been plowed. Looks like you’re spending today with me.”

You shoot him a withering glare, one which quickly fades as you realize he’s right. There’s no way you’re gonna make it in today. Sighing, you pull out your phone and shoot your boss a quick email explaining your absence, relieved when she quickly responds with a “No worries, we can reschedule the presentation. Stay warm and I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Scanning over your tired figure, Yoongi gets up. “Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?” he asks, making his way into the kitchen.

“Mmmm, hot chocolate please!” you call out, grabbing Yoongi’s blanket and making yourself comfortable before you try to choose something to watch. “Thanks!”

Humming in response, Yoongi opens the top cabinet as he searches for your favorite mug, smiling when he sees the ceramic Cinnamoroll cup that he had gifted you two years ago for Christmas. Grabbing his matching Mocha cup he puts both on the counter and begins to heat up the milk, taking out a can of whipped cream and those tiny heart marshmallows that you enjoy. It doesn’t make a lick of sense to him, marshmallows taste like marshmallows regardless of shape! But anything for you, right?

You had raved so animatedly about finding “Hello Kitty and Friends Supercute Adventures” on Youtube that year, your enthusiasm about the Sanrio characters being infectious. Replaying his memories Yoongi chuckles to himself, endeared as he looks at the living room where you’re still squirming around trying to find a comfortable spot on the couch.

He makes his way to you in no time, two mugs topped with mountains of pillowy goodness in hand. As he sits next to you, you take your cocoa from him and shoot a grateful smile his way, one which he returns. Sipping slowly, you exhale contently as sweetness hits your tastebuds and warmth spreads throughout your body. Delicious.

You take a couple more sips before you decide to let it cool down, the reddi-wip not doing much to prevent a burnt tongue. It seems the man next to you feels the same way as he sets his mug down on the coffee table next to yours, the heat from the cocoa melting the sweet cream that lies atop. Giving it a few minutes, you focus on the television, flipping through channels to find something your roommate would like too.

Yoongi’s attention is on the two Sanrio mugs on the table. Cinnamoroll and Mocha, he muses silently. Cute pair. He glances in your direction. You’re like the Cinamoroll to his Mocha. He likes to think so, anyways.

His train of thought is broken as an old cartoon begins to play on the TV, the intro music being one he knows well from his childhood. The familiar tune shakes Yoongi out of his daze and he focuses on the animations on the screen, bright figures jumping about in a montage. The two of you begin to sing from memory, loud and offkey, and Yoongi’s high notes and pitch changes elicit giggles as you continue to belt out lyrics alongside him. Soon enough, your stomachs hurt from laughing and giddy smiles are painted on your faces as the opening theme song comes to a close.

After your outstanding duo musical performance ends you pick up your cup of cocoa again, the drink now being a good temperature for you to enjoy without hissing in pain. After a couple of sips, you feel Yoongi’s eyes on you.

“What?”

Silently he lifts your chin and wipes whipped cream from your bottom lip with his thumb. The two of you have fallen into a comfortable rhythm after living together for some time, so acts such as this weren’t uncommon. But for some reason unknown to you, Yoongi’s hand remains under your chin, his fingers brushing your skin ever so gently.

You freeze, unsure of what to do or where to look. “You had a little something there,” he murmurs softly as his hand retreats back to his lap, staring at you with a look you can only describe as fondness. You shiver.

“T-thanks,” you stutter, averting your eyes back to your mug. Your cheeks feel very warm, all due to the hot cocoa, you think, the fact that the drink had become almost room temperature escaping your mind.

Yoongi chuckles.

It’s 18 degrees outside today but you couldn’t feel warmer.

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erectionsandtea · 3 years

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Wow, this post is probably going to end up being a bad idea, because I am currently in the state of exhaustion that is telling me that this post is a good idea, lol

I'm p sure this will be pointless and unnecessary, though

The following post is an analysis, not of any ship or fandom specifically, but about me in relation to a certain ship in a certain fandom (Byler, ST). It's just a something to let my followers know a little bit more about me, and why I think the way I do, why I talk the way I do, in relation to the ship, and why I might try to avoid certain posts (theories, analyses, "proof" type things).

If you start to read this, please finish before interacting with me. I don't want anyone to take anything I write out of context.

Now, I don't know if this should be considered an anti-Byler post, because I'm not saying that I don't ship it...I guess it could be perceived that way, but it's not how I intend it to be. Bylers proceed with caution, as some of this may not be what you want to hear.

Also, I have been called out (for lack of better phrasing) for a possible trigger of calling a gay couple "just best friends" (Byler). The person who told me, said it was because they themselves had personally been in a situation exactly like that before. While I do not personally, fully know what that must be like (not having been in that situation myself, as I recall...), I CAN try to understand, and try to be more sensitive about that subject. So, I guess a trigger warning for...apparently internalized homophobia of calling a gay couple "just best friends" ???

I want to start by saying that I do not view Byler as canon (yet). That doesn't mean I don't think it can become canon, it doesn't mean that I don't ship it at all, because I do (to both of those).

Back when I initially didn't ship Byler at all, it was mostly because Mileven got in the way, lol, but the SECONDARY reason was that I saw a lot of myself and my friendships in them.

Yes, I was one of those people who thought that two same-sex people can be just friends (and I still am, but not specifically with Byler anymore).

I act the same way with my best friends, and I feel I would react the same way Mike did, if what happened to Will happened to one of my bffs. Basically, nothing about Byler specifically stood out to me as "gay". It just looked like a regular very-close friendship to me.

I was in drama and choir in high school. We changed in front of people, I had one friend who would grab my boobs on a daily basis, just because she could (it spawned from a running joke about how big my boobs are, in comparison to my tiny body). I've even seen some of my friends completely nude (and they have seen me). We've held hands. And while most, if not all of us, were somewhere on the rainbow spectrum (as I like to call it), all the things we did, we just did as friends and being friendly. Being queer wasn't exactly a big part of it.

Now, I'm not saying that all drama and choir kids will be the exact same as me. That's just how I ended up, and I think that's why I just see things differently (not saying I'm special by any means, everyone is different).

Anyway, Byler just didn't strike me as gay for each other. I AM of the opinion that Will is absolutely gay, lol, and I think Mike is definitely not straight (although I really don't see hard evidence for either, but I want it to be true). And I think there is absolutely potential for Byler, AND a likelihood for them to become canon.

I have read some Byler theories, and a lot of them make sense, and some pretty good points. Like how Mike keeps staring at Will's lips. On the one hand, I've done that to my friends, when I'm just staring off into space and happen to be looking at their lips, or their boobs, or whatever.

On the other hand, Mike was clearly not staring off into space, lol, he was focused.

But while the analyses and theories do make a lot of sense, that is just how I'm seeing them for now - theories, and analyses (which can neither be wrong nor right, usually). Until we get some hard, concrete proof, which, by my definition, is going to come either straight from the writer's/creator's mouths, or will show up in ST4, I do not consider anything I see from those theories as real proof or evidence.

I also know that it has been pointed out that the Duffers have put in certain details or, for ex., been very selective with certain music choices, or cinematography choices, etc. I totally see that. But you know, sometimes things in a book, movie, or show weren't meant to happen in the first place, and are just coincidences that we, the fans, take and just roll with (like the lip staring thing, for instance). I'm not necessarily saying that I believe everything the theories say are just coincidences (because I don't believe that at all, for some things), I'm just saying there are possibilities.

Another part of why I try to avoid analyses is honestly because I think they make so much sense, and the Mileven shipper in me wants Mileven to stay canon, but the analyses make so much sense that that shipper is afraid they might be right, lol. But that really doesn't have anything to do with this analysis.

I guess the point of this post is just to say that, I should be allowed to think that two same-sex people can be just friends, without being slandered and labeled as homophobic

(Because if you honestly think I am homophobic, I will link you to my Reddie fanfiction and all the other gay ships I ship which probably outnumber the straight ones, lol, I will refer you to my bisexual best friends and my bisexual father, I will even show you photos of myself marching in Pride parades. Plus, I will remind you that I am not at all straight myself.)

because not all same-sex relationships are gay, just like not all opposite-sex relationships are romantic.

THIS IS COMING FROM A BYLER SHIPPER. Just because I do not view them as canon right now doesn't mean that I don't think they will ever become canon. If they do become canon, the Byler shipper in me will be very happy! If they don't, that shipper in me will wish they had. Viewpoints can change. I guess it just takes more to persuade me. I like Byler, I just like Mileven a little bit more. That literally doesn't mean anything. It's nothing more than a preference.

So like, I guess I'm sorry that my life/my upbringing/my relationships and friendships have made me see things differently ?? I'm sorry that I didn't pick up on the same subtext as all of you ???

I'm probably coming off as a rude-ass bitch, but you were bound to find that out about me eventually.

P.S. I know that some of the homophobia comments are directed at shippers who are, very possibly, homophobic. But those comments do not apply to all of us, and we shouldn't be grouped up together just because we have ONE similar opinion (which isn't even based on the same reasoning).

I guess, if you can't accept and respect my opinion that, canonically, Byler is CURRENTLY just best friends (even though I do want them to be more), until we get proof from the source, we might not get along. I am willing to discuss the possibility, and even look at some theories occasionally, on why they might end up canon/together. But until then, it's only speculation to me, and I would appreciate it if I were not attacked for this (although I'm sure they will be).

I do not go around looking for people/posts just so I can tell them they are wrong, I respect everyone's opinion. I hope that the same can be done for me.

Thank you. <3

P.P.S. if this makes any of my Byler followers want to unfollow me, I understand (I will miss you, though)

#stranger things #I will not tag the ship in question as most shippers might not want to read this or will take it the wrong way #analysis #about me #I'm gonna take a nap now and will probably delete this later #this probably won't make any sense oh god

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bonithica · 4 years

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say whatever you want about the miniseries, but do not deny that reddie is so cute in it. dennis christopher was an adorable eddie and he’s the reddie king, so just daily reminder to watch the miniseries because it is worth it

#it #it 1990 #it miniseries #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #dennis christopher

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reddiesworldsblog · 7 months

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daily reminder day 248: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are pretending to be a toxic couple fighting in one of the kitchen stages in Ikea. they sneak little smiles and winks at each other between the fake insults that make butterflies and heat swarm his belly and he just knows they’re so gonna make out between meaningful, little “i love you”s after this.

daily reminder day 249: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s hugging and cuddling his husband. richie isn’t having the best of day and when eddie asked if there was anything he could do to help, richie just asked for eddie to hold him; so that’s what eddie did. richie has made a lot of progress in coming to terms with his feelings and dealing with them, finding it’s okay to ask for help. eddie knows he can still get stuck on verbalizing it all, so he knows not to pressure him on it. eddie knows richie will once he’s ready, and for now eddie will hold him and do anything he can to make his husband feel safe.

daily reminder day 250: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s laying his head on richie’s chest and listening to the comforting sound of richie’s heartbeat going against his ear as they cuddle on the couch together, richie asleep above him.

daily reminder day 251: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he’s thinking about how he used to be so afraid about people seeing him and richie out in public showing any kind of PDA. he used to be anxious about what all the bad things people would say and the looks they’d be given. it was based off of past trauma, he knew that; growing up in a homophobic town will do that to you. richie was patient with him during that time, and eddie wonders what he did to deserve someone so amazing as him. after some time and of course therapy and richie’s words of affirmation, eddie came out his shell slowly but surely and now he doesn’t care what people think, doesn’t care if they hold hands when walking down the street and stopping in the grocery store just to kiss his now husband. all eddie wants to do is show his richie off and let people see that their love is stronger than any hate. eddie’s proud of himself, proud of them both.

daily reminder day 252: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now he and richie are setting up the area for their new bunny that they spontaneously bought today.

daily reminder day 253: eddie k-tozier is alive and well and right now hes drinking his first pumpkin spice latte EVER. he thought it’d be fitting since it’s now autumn and he figured he’d like it. except he doesn’t. and now he’s mad. also why the hell is it still 80 degrees out?

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tinyarmedtrex · 4 years

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“you’re the love of my life” from the prompt list with reddie 🖤

I changed it slightly, you’ll understand why

TW for suicidal thoughts

‘Just wanted to check in Rich! Hope Cali is treating you well! -Ben’

Richie put down his phone, pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose as he thought about how to craft the right response- one that didn’t sound too flippant because then Ben would think he was lying but that also didn’t give too much detail about his actual state. He knew he didn’t have long to do it before a ‘wanted to hear your voice’ call came.

The others refused to admit it but he knew they had a ‘Make sure Richie hasn’t offed himself’ schedule worked out. He got daily texts from at least one loser and a weekly phone call from another. When he asked they insisted that they were all checking in with each other, trying to keep up communication after losing it for 27 years. Richie new it was bullshit but still, most days he didn’t mind the check ins. He was grateful that they cared enough to do it, that he had people who were worried about him.

But on days like this he wanted to be left alone. He didn’t want to remember that the infamous seven losers club was down to five. He didn’t need the reminder that he’d lost more than anyone else, that he was still struggling with everything that happened while everyone else had moved on. All of them had found something better after Derry but Richie, Richie had only lost things. First his best friend then his-

Richie shook his head. It didn’t do any good going down this path. He knew that. In the weeks since Derry Part 2 he’d tried a variety of things to move on. First, he’d spent a week drinking cheap scotch and watching every medical documentary he could find, trying to tightly onto anything that reminded him of the man he’d lost. When that didn’t work he’d tried to live the life that he thought Eddie would have wanted for him- throwing out his fast food menus and buying kale. That had lasted for even less time. He’d tried not thinking about Eddie or Stan, refusing to let himself remember them, but that neve worked. He saw them in his dreams, heard them in his condo. He was probably going insane but it seemed like a small price to pay to hear Eddie mock him one more time.

Most days he just existed, going through the motions of life without really feeling any of them.

It was ridiculous, two months ago he hadn’t even remembered that the man existed but now he was all Richie could think about.

“Fuck Eds, I told you to be brave but I’m the one who needed to hear it.” Richie said out loud. It was a habit he’d picked up, talking to the nonexistent Eddie. It made him feel better, less alone.

“You were always brave, I was the one who couldn’t- who never-” He took a deep breath, resisting the urge to grab a bottle of liquor. Instead he pressed his palms flat against the cool counter, taking a moment to center himself. Drinking wasn’t a permanent solution, he knew that. A loss like this demanded to be felt, regardless of what he did to try and numb it.

“You were the love of my life Eds, did you know that? My soulmate. I know you’d probably spout something about statistics and how many romantic matches a person has but- you were it for me. My lobster. And I never told you.” He closed his eyes, letting the tears fall down his cheeks.

“I should have fucking told you. I should have at least done that.” It seemed like crying was his default lately, like it was the only thing his body could do to express how he felt. His assistant was convinced he bought stock in Kleenex with how many boxes she had brought him.

With a shaky breath he counted to ten. That was how long he’d allow himself to feel this, to sink into the depths of despair and regret. Any longer and he wasn't sure that he could pull himself out.

At eight his phone rang. Most likely Ben, making sure he wasn’t swinging from his ceiling fan.

“Hey Haystack,” He said, answering the phone without opening his eyes.

The voice that answered was one he thought he’d never hear again. “Richie, it’s Stan. I’m- I’m alive.” A pause, a deep breath. “And I think Eddie is too.”

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#tw: suicide #mcd #(kinda)#reddie #tinyarmedtwrites #I know we have 8 million of these fics #but its such a good trope #and Im never one to turn down a trope #Anonymous

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lywinis · 4 years

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"I love you, but stop talking." Reddie.

“Never,” Richie says, draping himself over Eddie's chair like he belonged there, and maybe Eddie had splurged for the extra heavy-duty chair not because he was overweight but because Richie Tozier was a fucking monster of a man and liked to hang over the sides of his chair and push on the back and—during one memorable late night working on accounts—climb into Eddie's lap and kiss him breathless.

Richie fucking Tozier is a menace.

Eddie loves him so goddamned much.

“I've got to get this done,” Eddie says, gesturing at the screen full of spreadsheets that made sense to exactly three people in the company: himself, his assistant, and the project manager who turned the raw data into something the CEOs could parse over a martini lunch.

“Yes, but it's movie night.” Richie's not whining, not exactly. Eddie has been bringing more work home as of late, and he feels guilty about it, knowing that his plate of daily tasks was full but letting work serve him another helping because he just wasn't stretched thin enough.

“It is, and the sooner you let me finish this up, the sooner we can watch whatever B-rated garbage you want.”

“Excuse me! The Thing was not B-rated garbage, you philistine,” Richie says, giving an offended gasp right in Eddie's ear. “Kurt Russell is a national treasure.”

Eddie growls and swipes at Richie's head, getting his hand tangled in the thick hair at the nape of Richie's neck. By the hot outrush of air he gets, he knows he's hit the sweet spot, tugging and making Richie lean over him further. He turns his head and marks Richie's neck, a sucking, bruising kiss that leaves a welt alongside Richie's pulse. He bites, gentle enough to not break the skin, but hard enough for it to be a reminder.

Richie's frozen against the back of his chair, pliant when Eddie releases him, guides him down into a kiss that Eddie himself turns filthy, biting softly at Richie's lower lip and tugging.

“Now,” Eddie says, releasing a dazed Richie and turning back to his keyboard. “Give me half an hour, and we can watch a movie. And for the record, Kurt Russell has made shitty movies. Big Trouble in Little China was literal garbage.”

“Big Trouble in Little China is a goddamned masterpiece,” Richie says, in a low, breathy voice that was more suited to the tumble of frantic words that spilled from his mouth as Eddie wrung an orgasm from him, pressed against the bed and chest heaving, glasses askew and mouth still going—

It pleases Eddie, somewhat, to know that he can leave Richie that turned on and Richie will still want to fucking argue.

It's annoying.

Eddie loves it.

“We'll have to watch it again,” Eddie says, instead, looking back over his shoulder at Richie. His husband's eyes are more pupil than iris, the flush that Eddie loves already working its way down Richie's neck and to his chest, disappearing under Richie's shirt. “Give me thirty minutes. Then I'm done.”

“Promise?” Richie asks, swallowing hard. Eddie's been working too much. He can concede that one.

It only takes a second to decide.

“You know what?” Eddie says, saving his work. “This isn't due until Monday. It can wait for tonight.”

The old Eddie would have balked at leaving things unfinished. The new Eddie shuts his laptop and chases Richie into the living room, laughing.

It's a better compromise, he thinks.

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beldaroot · 3 years

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anita if u are still doing the ask thing… kny and it!!

i'll do anything for you my beloved morgan!

for kny:

favorite male character: *zenitsu voice* TANJIROOOOOO, he's just too good for this world, too pure!

favorite female character: nezuko! that's my daughter! she's adorable as a demon and human it's incredible!

least favorite character: hm, i feel like i haven't met all the characters fully to truly hate them, but probably genya since i hated how grabbed onto that child's hair so aggressively!

prettiest character: giyuu! i saw an image of him and was like... i'm going to watch this show now lol but i also think shinobu is beautiful!

funniest character: a tie between zenitsu and inosuke! the way both of their dreams in mugen train made me cry laughing!

favorite season: n/a

favorite episode: i have to agree with you and say s1ep19! the animation and techniques used were out of this world and i'm still thinking about it daily!

favorite romantic ship: there aren't really any ships right now? but i like the idea of giyuu/shinobu, i think her teasing and his obliviousness are super cute!

favorite family ship: tanjiro and nezuko, of course! they remind me of both killua and alluka and ed and al and that's enough for me to go crazy!

favorite friend ship: tanjiro and inosuke! i love how they motivate each other in the most ridiculous yet caring ways! also inosuke getting those bubbles of awe whenever tanjiro praises him is the cutest thing :')

worst ship: again, i don't know what ships are in this show. but i'm sure there are a bunch of weird ones that include evil demons which i wouldn't be a fan of.

for it:

favorite male character: eddie!!!!!! my son, the light of my life!!!

favorite female character: was rereading parts of the book and i forgot how much i love kay? she's amazing so i'll probably say her :)

least favorite character: sonia, fuck that bitch!

prettiest character: stan! i think that's really just my love for andy bean's face and bum talking lol

funniest character: oh eddie 100%. sorry richie, but eddie doesn't even have to try and he's got me cackling!

favorite season: n/a

favorite episode: n/a

favorite romantic ship: i'm a reddie warrior through and through! but i love hanbrough, stanpat, and benverly too <3

favorite family ship: mike and his parents, and i curse andy muschiettit every day for robbing us of them! also, the losers as seven are a found family :')

favorite friend ship: bill and richie!! bichie rights always.... they literally call each other their best friend multiple times... cannot be beat, especially after the neibolt/werewolf scene! but you know i'm also a sucker for my trio: bill, richie, and eddie :')

worst ship: anything containing the bowers gang or pennywise, y'all require help. eddie with a girl. also i don't like sto/zier... sorry their fans ruined them for me :/

#thanks for sending this in morgan i love you!!!!

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blissfulparker · 5 years

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Black beauty pt.6–koh!tom

Summary→tom, the king of hell, has no time for love or any woman in his life. He spends his days finding new punishments for the people who deserve it. You, spend your days in heaven making everyone happy. Never wanting a soul to feel down. What happens when heaven decides to send you down to join tom in hell? Why would they send their best angel to the devil himself?

Warnings→fluff

A/n→so sorry this is so late I’m also sorry there is no read more tag, I’m on mobile so I can’t add a read more tag and I know less people will reblog because of that. Anyways here’s part 6 and I hope you enjoy!💓

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He was right, his bed was better. Bigger, softer, more pillows, when he laid you down you almost just sunk into the bed and fell asleep completely. Your wings tucked into themselves to help you find a comfortable position and tom slid in after you.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You turn to face him.

His face lit by the fire that burned in the corner of the room, a small Hell hound laid curled in a bed.

There were rumors that the Kings fire pit—the one in his room—burned only on broken, fallen, terrible souls, souls that don’t even have a place in Hell. There were rumors that if you got close enough to the fire, you could hear all the screams of each individual soul. That was hopefully just a rumor.

“But you were scared, you see, I am really protective over things that are mine. You, peaches, are mine. You’re my responsibility and I want to get you out of here all when keeping you alive. You are very interesting and honestly that’s why you’re not dead.” He pushes your hair back and you furrow your brows.

“Wow, Thanks.” You roll your eyes but then look back at tom. You’re a lot closer than before so you get a better look. He’s got soft freckles that dance across his face, a crooked eyebrow, soft eyes that are filled with sleep still, he looks peaceful. Maybe that’s what he wanted, to look peaceful but do the most damage.

“You’re really special angel, I can’t read your mind for the life of me.” The palm of his hand meets your cheek and gently caresses it.

“Maybe I don’t want you to read it.” You wink and he grows a smirk.

“Woah, the angels getting a little fiesty, I like it.” He jokes and you hear his laugh. The king of hell just laughed. Maybe that was the first time anyone has ever heard it when it wasn’t a deep chuckle that made you scared.

“Does it still burn when you touch me?” You ask and he shakes his head and finds your hand to interlock it with his.

“No, it’s strange. Now it is almost...soothing, not like how it was before. I think that’s why I like you down here, I get to figure you out.” He takes his hand out of yours before rolling over. “Goodnight darling see you in the morning.” He says and you roll your eyes.

“You don’t want to hold me or me hold you?” You ask innocently. It was pretty normal for people in heaven to hold someone while they slept, you didn’t have anyone but up in heaven cuddling was extremely normal. It was almost werid if you didn’t cuddle.

“I’m sorry?” He rolled back over and you draped your arms around him. No one, absolutely no one has ever held him while he slept. Not even the girls he’s slept with and he makes sure of that.

“I’ll hold you while you sleep, cuddling? Haven’t you done it?” You asked and he looked at your hand. His heart, it was softened, your actions made his heart soft.

“Darling, take your hand off of me.” He doesn’t want to get attached, He already made the mistake of knowing your name, allowing you to bake for him, inviting you into his bed, he didn’t want love. He couldn’t want love.

“Thomas, you’ll sleep better if I hold you.” You let your soft pink chipped nails massage his head. He whimpered into the touch as no one has ever done this. “Just fall asleep, not all touches have to be sexual you know.” You remind him and he grows a smirk of what to say.

“Are you a Virgin? Gods purest creation?” He asks and you stare him right in the eyes which was almost a bad idea.

“My sexual experiences have nothing to do with you, Thomas.” You tell him and you rolled over taking your hands off of him.

“It’s tom.” He reminded you again and you groaned.

“And it’s (y/n). Not darling or peaches or whatever pet name you wanna use to seduce me.” You tell him and he chuckles.

“Okay, Goodnight (y/n).” He rolls a bit and the finally, he finally throws his arm over you. His number one rule was to never cuddle girls he slept with in bed, it gave them the impression they can stay longer. But he didn’t sleep with you so it really didn’t matter, but he still used physical affection.

You one the other hand grew a soft smile. You cracked the king of hell. It was surprising actually, he calmed down for you.

Although tom was screwed with falling for an angel, just like you were screwed for falling with the devil.

Tom woke up and you were missing. Your spot cold and empty but a strong smell of eggs filled his room. He almost winced as he never ate breakfast unless it was an occasion. It didn’t matter anyways he could just have someone bring him food to his office if he wanted.

He slipped out of bed, rubbing his eyes before he grabbed the door handle and walked out. His alarm clock said it was 9:45am, three hours later than his usual time to wake up.

“Darli—(y/n)?” He entered the kitchen seeing you scramble eggs into a pan. The kitchen was messy, there were bowls and bacon in one pan with eggs in another.

“You’re awake!” You jump a little as his hand touches the small of your back. Tom has a confused look on his face since he’s still confused as to why you were making breakfast.

“Dove, What is this?” He asks and you set down the spatula and turn to him.

“You were out like a light, I came down here and offered to make breakfast instead of the maids. There’s muffins in the oven along with fresh cinnamon rolls and bacon, I cut up some fruits and put it in the fridge, and now I’m working on eggs.” You give him a soft smile and he nods. He was extremely shocked and you laughed a bit before touching his cheek.

“No ones made me breakfast before.” He admits and you shake your head.

“This is for everyone, not just you. Listen I’m sorry for getting upset with you last night and—” he cut you off and shook his head.

“No, no, don’t apologize I’m a prick and I know it. I still can’t believe—why are you doing all this?” He asks and you shrug.

“I always loved doing this. The children in heaven would come help and we’d just make as much baked goods and breakfast for as many people we could. Being nice is a good feeling tom.” You tell him and he rolls his eyes not wanting to hear another thing about him needing to be nice.

“You’re wearing my jumper.” His hands go to your waist and you look down with a small blush.

“I didn’t feel much comfortable going out in the slip you gave me so a threw on a jumper. Sorry, if you want it back—“ you start and he shakes his head. His hands ball the material into fists and it rises up your thigh a bit.

“You look beautiful.” He looks at you up and down and you blush. Tom took pride in making you blush since it was actually way harder than he thought.

“You should put on a shirt, you have goosebumps.” You swallow hard and he lifts you up on the counter. He slips in between your legs as you two are now face to face.

“I don’t need a shirt it’s my house and I’m the king. Also these goosebumps are from you darling and you seem to have them too.” His fingers dance up your sides as he’s so close to kissing you before the sound of the kitchen door opens and a curly haired redhead—Harry starts to come in.

“Get. Out.” Toms voice booms before the boy could even say anything he scurried off. “Sorry that’s my brother.” His hands rest on your thighs and you let your head fall into his shoulder.

“For the love of heavens, stop yelling at everyone who comes into this kitchen!” You push him off as you hop down. You grab the oven mit and get ready to take the muffins out. They were blueberry, Toms favorite but you didn’t know that quite yet.

“Are those blueberry?” He asked and you nodded.

“Why? Are you allergic?” You asked and he shook his head. You stare at him trying to read his emotions. “They’re your favorite, I can tell. I’ll make them more often.” You give him a soft smile and he leans against the counter.

“Do I have to eat with everyone?” He whines like a child and you give him a look.

“Yes, you will. And you will be nice.” You glance and he rolls his eyes. “Thoma—“ he stops you before you can get to it.

“Tom, you will address me by tom. You’re not my demon.” He shakes his head and you nod.

“Tom, it would be nice if you ate with everyone.” You told him and suddenly his hard cold heart came back.

“Well, I have work to do.” He picks a handful of berries before he walks out of the room. With one last sigh you go back to fixing up the eggs.

The two of you wanted the same thing. Fair and square, you to leave. Although something was telling you that you can’t leave. Something was also telling tom you should stay.

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iamleavingthisfandom · 4 years

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maybe it's just me, but I haven't seen a lot of 40yo reddie soulmate AUs out there, and now I want to write them because of the tenderness potential. This one is written based on "You get a craving for whatever your soulmate is eating at the time" prompt. Rated T

He walks into the living room only to find Richie sitting on the couch eating fries. At 2:15 in the morning.

The smell fills his nostrils as he breathes deeply, taking in the aroma of grease and salt that spells out “heart attack by 50” in his mind. He can feel plaque forming in his arteries. And yet somehow it doesn’t matter in the slightest, because these specific fries are suddenly the most tempting thing in the world (except for, perhaps, kissing Richie senseless, but he won’t admit that to save his life). So with a sigh, he comes up to the couch, seeing Richie look up. “Move your ass,” he demands in a sleepy voice and sits down next to Richie (perhaps a bit too close), nudging his hip with his own and crowding against his side as he takes a fry out of the bag unceremoniously. “Eduardo, I’m shocked,” Richie puts a hand to his chest dramatically, and Eddie’s too tired to tell him to knock it off. “What about cholesterol and the risk of developing heart disease before the age of 55?” He knows Richie’s mocking his almost-daily lectures and he couldn't care less. To his credit, the lectures have gotten progressively rarer as he let go of more and more of his imagined ailments. “With all the heart attacks you give me daily, I won’t live that long,” Eddie grumbles with a grin, too tired to make much sense. He elbows Richie in the side a bit (intentionally) as he reaches for another fry. Richie just chuckles and lets him. So what if he’s craving fries at the same time as Richie? Fries have always been his weakness. That doesn’t mean anything. The fact that they spend the rest of the night talking because neither can bring themselves to stop the conversation doesn't mean anything either. *** Next time, it’s not quite as innocent. He’s about a block from the apartment they share with Richie (as a result of an utterly platonic offer from Richie whose reasoning was that they both needed someone near after the demonic clown affair) when he’s hit with the strongest craving for orange chicken. There’s nothing around him that smells remotely like orange or chicken, and the closest thing to food he can find is a huge billboard displaying waffles with syrup and whipped cream. He can’t quite get orange chicken off his mind the entire walk back to their place, but it doesn’t immediately click that the craving might have something to do with his soulmate. Having spent years without thinking about his soulmate or how unhealthy their eating habits are (which was a concern briefly before he got together with Myra and decided to ignore everything related to souls and mates – what kind of a person eats gummy bears and gummy bears exclusively like three days in a row for lunch) doesn’t really lend itself to immediate reworking, so excuse him. He has repressed these thoughts in favor of a loveless marriage for too long a time to easily jump to the conclusion that his cravings are related to his soulmate’s eating habits. As soon as he’s home, he’s about to pull up Postmates on his phone when it hits him: the strongest smell of spicy remotely orange-like substance smothered all over poultry. Just to confirm his suspicions, he takes off his shoes and makes his way to the kitchen, stopping in the doorway. As he thought, Richie is sitting cross-legged at the table, his hair up in a messy bun as he scrolls through twitter, no doubt tracking news articles about his recent coming out (he says it doesn’t bother him, but Eddie knows it does). And what does he have if not a takeout box full of orange chicken? There’s another plastic box on the table and Eddie’s heart stupidly skips a beat when Richie looks up at him and smiles brightly. “Hey, Spaghetti! Got you your usual Beef with Broccoli,” Eddie stares at him, at both containers on the table and at the small boxes of rice before smiling softly to himself. He doesn’t know what he’s smiling about, really, but when Richie asks him about his day at work, looking like he’s actually excited to listen to him, he just feels like he’s where he’s supposed to be. *** From then on, he starts watching Richie for any signs of returned sentiment. It doesn’t necessarily mean soulmate status by itself, sure. But Eddie can’t get the idea out of his head, and he clings to anything that gives him hope, simultaneously refusing to hope too much. And oh, are there lots of things to give him hope. Richie doesn’t steal his food quite as much as Eddie does his, but he most certainly eyes whatever Eddie’s eating with interest every single time they eat together. Not that it’s all that out of the ordinary for people who live in such close quarters. What strikes him as particularly compelling is the time when Richie, who has an entire routine about kale being the Kyle of vegetables and just The Worst, steals a sip of his green kale smoothie one morning. He makes a face but doesn’t say anything, and Eddie doesn’t comment, mostly because the gears in his head are turning. Did he not realize it was kale? Can it be…? Are they…? When he looks at Richie to check if he suspects anything, he seems as oblivious as he is to Eddie’s constant urge to climb him like a goddamn tree. Figures. *** Mostly, all these times can be rationalized easily. They live in close proximity, so whenever one of them has a food so good the craving is basically infectious, the other can smell it. And no wonder they end up sharing it. Other times are more difficult to explain away without admitting the soulmate possibility, but Eddie manages. Kind of. They spend so much time together that in some ways they just sync. Not that he ever synced with Myra, but he and Richie have always just been like that. So yeah, they just... Sync. Like when they were talking about cryptids all night and suddenly both suggested watching The Mothman Prophecies. It makes perfect sense something similar would be true for food. So Eddie doesn’t pay the synchronicities much mind at all, even if there is always that voice in the back of his mind to remind him that yes, he has very much considered the possibility of them being soulmates and guess what? He would be more than fine with that. He would be pretty fucking ecstatic is what he would be. But he doesn’t fixate on that. No, it’s fine, and he just steals half the food off of Richie's plate every time they eat together. So what? It’s all par for the course. Except one time he's lounging in the living room, not doing anything in particular and definitely not reading Richie's twitter while laughing at his jokes. And that's when he feels it. An overwhelming craving for some black licorice. The trouble with that is, black licorice? Is fucking disgusting. He knows that. He can’t remember if he has ever craved licorice before, and if he has, it’s been a long while. So it makes no fucking sense, and he’s about to get annoyed when the door bursts open and Richie’s voice comes in, loud and chirping, and oh. Oh. He’s holding a wheel of black licorice with fresh teeth marks in it. Eddie’s off his phone and on his feet within seconds, crowding an unsuspecting Richie against the door, hands on the front of his shirt. He gets a nervous chuckle when he searches his eyes for that something that would suggest Richie wants him, too. He might be pretty damn sure they’re soulmates, he might be sick of waiting, but he’s not going to be an asshole and kiss Richie if he isn’t convinced Richie wouldn’t mind. “Whatcha doing there, Eds?” Richie asks, breathless. “Testing out a theory,” is his response, and he reaches up with his hand to stroke Richie’s cheek, watching him closely. Richie can’t seem to catch his breath, his eyes wide and wandering all over Eddie’s face. They settle on Eddie’s lips, Eddie knows this, and he watches Richie’s ones in return, slightly open, but not moving. Fuck it, he decides. He can’t wait any longer. With a swift movement, their lips clash. Is it as smooth as he always wanted his first kiss with his soulmate to be (if it ever happened)? Fuck no. It’s awkward and so far it isn’t anything but a press of lips. But it’s Richie and him and it’s so much better than he could ever hope for, and that’s all he has the time to think before Richie closes his lips over Eddie’s one with an almost desperate noise and wraps his arm around him. He makes a point not to deepen the kiss, because he doesn’t want to taste licorice on Richie’s tongue (except that he does. Desperately). When they break apart, which is sooner than Eddie would like, he moves his hands to the back of Richie’s neck and to his hair. “Licorice is fucking gross,” he breathes out lightly, making Richie laugh. “I’ll give up licorice for-fucking-ever if that means I can make out with you,” Richie responds, going to throw the wheel somewhere far away, but Eddie has caught onto the whole craving thing. He’s interested now. So instead, he snatches it out of Richie’s hand and takes a bite. It’s kind of gross, but that’s what led to them kissing, so he’s decidedly not going to complain. Plus, the kind of seems to grow on him with each second. He can get used to this. More so to kissing Richie than to licorice, but still. He takes his time chewing it with Richie watching him closely. “I think I can be persuaded to like it,” he smirks at Richie’s dumb grin. “And what can I do to persuade you, Eds?” he asks, playful, but with that undercurrent of ‘I’d do anything for you’ that Eddie isn’t going to unpack now (it makes him feel like crying happy overwhelmed tears). “Kiss me again.” Richie doesn’t need any more prompting and brings their lips together, pulling Eddie close and smiling into the kiss. It’s awkward for a few seconds, and then Eddie is prodding at Richie’s lips with his tongue, asking for more. Then the kiss tastes like licorice, but Eddie makes an internal assessment and finds out that Richie’s tongue against his and large hands on his back more than make up for it. Happy with this knowledge, he proceeds to make out with Richie for as long as he can justify, pressing him into the front door. All good things have to come to an end, though, and this does, too. They kind of do have to talk like adults, healthy communication and all that, but Eddie never really learned how. He tries anyway. “I’m pretty sure we’re soulmates,” is the first thing out of his mouth, and well… it’s not ideal, but it’s better than nothing. Richie laughs in response. “Yeah, no shit.” “You knew?” Eddie is scandalized. About to call the intergalactic police or whatever the fuck Richie referenced that one time in his alien voice, roughly inspired by The Hitchhiker’s Guide to The Galaxy. “Yeah, what else would have made you try cashews and find out you’re not actually allergic to them?” Richie is amused, but not that amused. The reveal isn’t a punchline here. It’s not a planned joke. “Why didn’t you say something?” “Didn’t think you’d want to kiss the trashmouth. What, with me eating licorice or salt and vinegar chips or something.” Richie’s delivery might be light and his amendment might make little sense, but it doesn’t sound like a joke. Eddie can’t help but cup his cheek, softer this time. He knows it’s not about food, but he also knows how Richie is with vulnerability (clue: not great). So he tries to reassure him, in a similar off-hand veiled way. “Rich, I’d kiss you even after you’ve been smoking.” “Really?” The speed at which Richie’s eyebrows shoot up is something truly out of this world. “Yeah, but only three times in your life, so choose wisely,” he grins and lets go of Richie’s neck, grabbing his hand instead. “Come on, soulmate,” he puts a teasing tone into the word, but can’t ignore how his heart flutters in the silliest, loveliest possible way. Richie’s smile suggests he feels like a dumb teenager, too, and that makes it all the better. Well, they have the rest of their lives to deal with that, and in the meantime, Eddie just wants to discuss what to call each other (“partner” seems like the most appropriate word, but he’s imagined calling Richie his “boyfriend” ever since he found out what the word means) and make out with his soulmate on the couch. The rest of the world can wait.

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eddiesasspbrak · 4 years

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When I’m With You Ch. 4

The long awaited “Reddie and Ben go to Target” chapter

Eddie can’t stand the barista at his favorite coffee shop. Richie has fallen in love with the man he sees twice a week. Stan is dating someone but won’t let his friends meet them. Ben is in love with Beverly, but is so afraid of scaring her away he’s not moving forward. Chaotic friends navigating college together.

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Eddie sat in the union waiting for Stan to show up. He texted to say he was running a little behind and told Eddie to go ahead and start eating without him. He’d chosen the Mexican place, getting a bowl with brown Eddie sat in the union waiting for Stan to show up. He texted to say he was running a little behind and told Eddie to go ahead and start eating without him. He’d chosen the Mexican place, getting a bowl with brown rice and veggies and probably more cheese than was advisable. Despite how hungry he’d been when he arrived, he was having a hard time eating, taking small bites at a time. His stomach had started churning as soon as he remembered that after class, he was going shopping with Ben…and Richie.

It was honestly stupid for him to be so anxious. There was no way it would be that long of a trip. Maybe two hours of his life with travel time and then he could go home and relax. He didn’t know why he was so nervous to spend the day with Richie anyway. He’d already seen him the last two days. Sure, he was used to seeing him behind the counter at the café, but on Monday he’d been in his apartment. So, going to a store with him would be less intimate, right? And Ben would be there. He wouldn’t be alone with him and could cling to his friend if he needed to. It would be fine.

When Stan finally arrived, he’d already gone to get a slice of pizza and a drink. Eddie hadn’t even seen him amongst the crowd, not that he was really paying attention as he poked at his food. Stan seemed in good spirits as he sat, greeting Eddie with a smile. Of course, he wasn’t going to let him get away with avoiding him and Ben for days.

“Oh, hello. Who are you again? Steve?” Eddie asked, taking a sip from his water.

“Oh my God, get over it. I’m here, aren’t I?” Stan rolled his eyes.

“No, wait, it’s Stan, isn’t it? Of course, it’s easy to forget when I haven’t seen you in a week.”

“You’re lucky I even showed up for this. My…partner…asked me have lunch today and I had to turn them down so I could meet with you instead.”

“What’s that? You mean you aren’t attached at the hip?”

“You’re just jealous because I’m in love.”

“Yes, I’m fucking jealous, but I’m also mad because you still won’t introduce us. Which one of us are you ashamed off?”

“Definitely you.”

“Oh, fuck you. You know that if I were seeing someone, I’d introduce you, like immediately.”

“I will introduce you! Soon.”

“You’ve been saying that for months.”

“It’s just complicated, ok?”

“It can’t be more complicated than that girl you dated freshman year who practically moved herself into your dorm after three dates.”

“That…was a mistake. This relationship is way better and that’s why I’m afraid of messing it up.”

Eddie was glad for the distraction from his own confusing thoughts, but he couldn’t help thinking that Stan was overreacting. Not that that was anything new. Eddie and Ben had discussed this mystery person multiple times, trying to figure out why Stan was actually keeping them hidden from his best friends. They’d known since high school that Stan was bi, and he’d never been shy about introducing them to whoever he was interested in. In fact, he usually came to them for advice when he was interested in someone. Him being so secretive was not something they were used to at all and they couldn’t help being a little concerned about who he was hiding and for what reasons.

“So, your best friends meeting the person you’re dating could ruin the relationship…how?” Eddie asked, realizing that his appetite had come back and he’d already devoured half his bowl.

“It wouldn’t. I just want to take things slow.”

“Dude, you just said you’re in love. How is that taking it slow?”

“Ok. I’m done talking about this. I will introduce you when I’m ready.” Stan sighed, not giving Eddie a chance to protest. “Now, it has been a week so catch me up on your life.”

“What life?” Eddie asked, sitting back in his seat. “I recently found out that the person I hate is my neighbor and now I have to go shopping with him and Ben after class.”

“How did that happen?”

“We’re shopping for a gift and he knows the recipient better than either of us so he’s helping.”

“So, you invited him?”

“Not intentionally.”

Stan smirked, noting the way Eddie’s cheeks colored a shade of pink as he talked about this guy he supposedly hated. He knew his friend too well to not see the underlying feelings he had for this person. He couldn’t tell if it was romantic or just friendly. It was rare for Eddie to get romantic feelings for anyone. Even after he’d come out to them, he was excessively picky about who’d he pursue. He wanted to know more about this person, find out exactly what it was about him that Eddie didn’t like so he could determine what he was feeling. He wasn’t going to push it though as he was sure it would circle back around to his own relationship and they’d just moved past that.

“If you’re free this afternoon, you could come with. Be an extra buffer between us.” Eddie suggested.

“Yea…I…”

“Have a date?”

“No. Not really. We’re studying.”

“Ok, what about tomorrow night?”

“We’re going to a party together.”

“Of course. Don’t you get sick of seeing each other all the time?”

“Not at all. We’re in a…what do they call it…a honeymoon stage? I like being with them. All the time. I’ve never been this happy before.” Stanley smiled in a way that Eddie had never seen on him before. He’d dare to say that he looked honestly and truly happy.

Part of Eddie was happy for him, glad that his friend found someone who could make him make that goofy face just at the thought of them. It made him second guess his worries about this person and how they treated Stan. He wouldn’t fully put his worries away until they met them, but in this moment, he pushed that out of his mind. He hadn’t been lying when he said he was jealous. He wanted what Stan had, what Ben and Bev were sure to have soon. He wanted to be in love and smile whenever he thought of that other person. He wanted butterflies and that feeling like his heart was going to burst just from seeing their face. He ignored the face that flashed through his mind then, pretended like it didn’t happen as he shoved a forkful of rice and vegetables into his mouth.

Eddie had always been the shortest of his friends. He wasn’t really that short, he was average height. His friends were all just so tall. None of his friends owned a car either, so when they wanted to go shopping, they had to take an uber. These two things factoring together meant Eddie was squished between Ben and Richie in the backseat of a stranger’s car, extremely unhappy. When he’d told Ben that he’d unintentionally invited Richie to join them, he’d expected, or hoped rather, for him to be against it. Instead, he was excited about having someone who knew Beverly so well helping him.

In a moment of desperation, Eddie had suggested that maybe just the two of them go shopping then. Ben wasn’t having that though.

“You promised, Eddie.” He’d reminded him.

So, there he was, arms crossed tightly over his chest, frown in place as they quietly sat closer than he wanted. He leaned closer against Ben, but with the limited space he was still in constant contact with Richie. When the shopping center came into view, he just about cheered. Luckily, he managed to hold it in, but he couldn’t suppress the sigh of relief that slipped out.

Eddie made sure to make Ben walk in the middle as the three made their way into the store. Ben was nervous, so he didn’t even notice that he was being used as a barrier. None of them had very much money and Richie had told them that he and Bev often went to Target together and they could definitely find gifts for her there. So, that’s where they went in hopes of finding three moderately priced gifts that their mutual friend would appreciate.

“I think I can manage to look for a gift myself, so why don’t we split up and I’ll meet you guys when we’re done?” Eddie suggested as they walked in the front door. Hopefully this attempt at a hasty escape wasn’t too obvious to the other two.

“What? No. Eddie, I need your opinion on what I pick out. You said you’d help me.” Ben said, almost whining.

“I know, but Richie knows her better than I do. Does my opinion really matter?”

“Yes!”

Eddie sighed. “Alright. Fine. Let’s go.”

He didn’t miss the smile on Richie’s face and his conversation with Bev from the day before invaded his mind without his permission. “You just called him adorable.” And suddenly his face was feeling warm and he had to focus on not looking at the other man. He had already admitted to himself that he thought Richie was attractive. Wasn’t that enough for his stupid subconcious? It didn’t matter though. Didn’t matter if he thought he was adorable. Which he didn’t because he didn’t like him.

Richie grabbed a cart and steered them toward the women’s clothing. Bev loved clothes and would surely like something they picked out for her, right? Maybe she didn’t like Eddie’s style all the time, but he kind of knew what she tended to wear. Ben and Richie probably did as well. Not that he imagined any of them really paid close attention to her daily attire. It was just dumb little things they would notice, like how she seemed to favor dresses when it was nice out. The women’s clothing section was vast and overwhelming ranging from juniors to maternity clothes.

“Alright, when it comes to clothes, I feel like Bev wears a lot a crop tops.” Richie said, grabbing a dark blue one with a key printed across the chest.

“It’s the middle of winter.” Eddie pointed out.

“Ok…well…what about a sweater?” Ben asked, grabbing a dark maroon sweater from a nearby rack.

“You can’t give her a sweater.” Eddie said, taking it from him.

“What? Why not?”

“Because you’re trying to woo her. Clothing is not the way to do that.” Despite his words, Eddie threw the sweater into the cart. “I, on the other hand, can give her sweater.”

“Seriously, Eddie?” Ben said with a smile. “Are you really trying to help me, or did you just want to steal my idea?”

“I’m helping, but I do think she will like the sweater.” Eddie said, pretending to be slightly defensive.

“I agree. You can’t give the person you like a sweater for her birthday.” Richie chimed in, pushing the cart across the aisle to where the jewelry resided. “This is where you should be looking.”

“Jewelry? Isn’t that the kind of gift you get a girlfriend?” Eddie asked.

“Or a girl you’re trying to ‘woo’.” Richie grinned, teasing Eddie for his choice of words.

Ben scanned the display of earrings. There weren’t many options that looked like they were meant for adults. Some looked like little colorful balls of slime with different neon colors sticking up in spikes. He remembered that being a thing when they were in middle school and high school, but couldn’t see someone Bev’s age wearing them. Finally, he grabbed a pair of golden hearts. He held them up for the other two to see, with a hopeful look on his face.

“No. Absolutely not. Too obvious.” Eddie said, crossing his arms.

“She doesn’t really change out her earrings either.” Richie said, shaking his head.

Ben’s smile fell away and he put them back, giving up and moving on to the bracelets. There were plenty to choose from there, but they were all fairly ugly. Bev often wore a black cord wrapped around her wrist and he didn’t see anything that seemed similar enough that she’d like. The necklaces weren’t much better. There were some made from chunky mismatched beads that looked like a child had made them from one of those plastic jewelry making kits.

With the lack of good options, Ben was getting ready to give up entirely when his eyes landed on a necklace hidden behind a large pendant. He pulled it out to get a better look at his eyes lit up as his smile returned. He turned to the others and held it up. The chain was golden and thin, hanging from it was a stone wrapped in gold wire. The stone’s color was a reddish orange that looked like it was glowing when it caught the light. Like an ember that was still glowing before it burned out.

“It’s like her hair.” He said, in awe.

Eddie held the stone in his hand and looked it over. “It’s nice.”

“You think so?” Ben turned to Richie, expectantly. “Would she wear something like this?”

“She does love necklaces. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her without one. I think it’s perfect, my dude.” Richie gave a thumbs up.

Ben cradled the necklace in his hands, not wanting to put it in the cart in case it fell out. Richie already had an idea of what he wanted to get for her and lead them to the electronics. Specifically, the video games. Eddie took control of the cart when Richie turned a corner too quickly while also trying to ride the cart and nearly knocked over a display.

“I swear, you are like a child.” Eddie griped, smacking Richie’s hands away from the cart handle.

Across from the electronics was the kitchen wares section and Eddie was suddenly reminded of the note he’d made in his phone. He left Ben and Richie to look at the games while he wandered over to the kitchen appliances. He walked past toasters, hand mixers, and blenders before he stumbled across the coffee pots. He didn’t need a full pot for just him but right past them were the one cup machines. They were kind of pricey and he knew he couldn’t ask his mom to help him buy one. She didn’t even know he went to a café twice a week. There was a reason he always paid with cash. It was better than her asking him why he was throwing his money away on coffee and then fretting over him getting too much caffeine and how it would mess with his sleep.

Near the end of the aisle was a single cup machine that was smaller than the others and about $80 less. He grabbed the box and looked at the features, hoping to find out how easy it was to use. If he could get this and a box of the pods, he’d never have to go to the cafe again. As if on cue, as soon as he started thinking about him, he could hear Richie’s voice nearby, growing closer.

“I’m usually the best at these games, but she kicks my ass about half the time.” Richie was saying.

“She’s just amazing at everything isn’t she?” Eddie could practically hear the heart eyes in Ben’s voice.

They rounded the corner and immediately spotted Eddie. Richie had a game in his hand and Ben was still carefully holding the necklace in his hand, out in front of him. As they approached, Ben came to stand beside Eddie to see what he had, while Richie dropped his gift choice in the cart.

“What’s that?” Ben asked.

“One of those one cup coffee machines. Figured I could use it in my apartment.” Eddie answered.

“Uh…no way.” Richie said, snagging the box from his hands.

“Excuse me?”

“You can’t buy one of these.”

“And why not?”

“If you make coffee at home, you won’t come in to see me anymore. Besides, the coffee we make is way better than the crap they put in those pods.”

“Not going to the café anymore is the point. I’ll save a lot of money if I get this.” And I won’t have to see you, he thought.

“Yes, but at what cost?”

Eddie took the box back from him. “I’m not too concerned about the quality of my coffee. If I were, I wouldn’t trust you to make it for me.”

“Oof, you hurt me, Eds.” Richie put his hand to his chest. “I still think it’s a mistake.”

Eddie sighed and rolled his eyes as he slid the box back onto the shelf. “Yea, well, I can’t afford it right now anyway.”

“Oh good, then our relationship is safe.”

Ben smiled, enjoying listening to them argue. Having known Eddie for so long, he’d seen him argue or bicker with others on countless occasions, but there was something about his interactions with Richie. They were different, less confrontational and more teasing. Ben wondered to himself if Eddie even realized that the corners of his lips turned up whenever he rolled his eyes at Richie. He said that he hated the guy, couldn’t stand to be around him, was upset that he had his number and lived so close. But Ben couldn’t help thinking that Eddie actually enjoyed it. Why else would he keep going back to the same café, knowing well that Richie would always be there when he went? To think, Ben was the one he called clueless and oblivious about matters of the heart.

As they made their way to the front where the registers were, Richie grabbed the handle of the cart and forced Eddie to turn it toward the grocery section. Of course, he was annoyed, but he also couldn’t help the jolt that went through him when Richie’s fingers overlapped his own. He pulled his hand back quickly, using it to slap Richie’s arm for grabbing the cart in the first place.

“You could have just asked me to turn, jackass.” Eddie grumbled.

“I need some stuff for Bev’s cake.” Richie explained, heading into the baking aisle.

Eddie and Ben followed him as he gathered things and dropped them into the cart. Flour, cocoa powder, baking soda, sugar. Beverly had told Eddie about his baking but for some reason he had been expecting him to buy a cake mix, not the things to make one from scratch. He grabbed three cans of chocolate frosting, which the other two thought was kind of excessive for one cake. The last things he grabbed were a bottle of vegetable oil and a pack of chocolate chips. Turning to the others, he smiled.

“That should do it.” He said, putting his hands on the side of the cart.

“You’re baking her cake?” Ben asked.

“Yea. I do every year. It’s a tradition.”

“I wish I could do something like that for her.”

“Want to help me make it? If I tell Bev it was made with love that might help you woo her right?” Richie winked at Eddie as he said this.

Eddie again felt heat rising up his neck, though he couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment or annoyance that was causing it. It was just a stupid word to he used to describe Ben’s pursuit of Beverly. He kept using it just to get to him and it, admittedly, was working.

“I don’t want to mess it up.” Ben frowned, earning a look from Eddie.

“Impossible. If this idiot can bake without burning the building down, so can you.” Eddie said, patting Ben on the shoulder.

Richie grinned. “How do you know I’ve never burned a place down before? You never asked what happened to my last apartment.”

“Even more reason to move.”

“Well, if you’re serious, then I’d love to come and help.” Ben said, ignoring their banter.

“For sure, man. I’m gonna make it tonight.”

Ben smiled and turned to Eddie, who was looking less than thrilled. “Is it ok with you if I postpone hanging out tonight to bake the cake instead?”

“We literally hang out all the time. We’re going to the party together tomorrow. I think I’ll survive one night.” Eddie said, dismissing it with a wave of his hand.

“When you’re ready to admit that you’ll be lonely, you know where I live.” Richie said, taking the cart from Eddie and finally steering them out of the baking aisle and toward the registers.

“That’s not going to happen. You couldn’t pay me to step foot into your apartment. You let a mouse live with you, it’s probably filthy.” Eddie said, following after him, his cheeks flushed.

The ride back to the building Richie and Eddie both lived in was less awkward. Ben and Richie chatted the whole way about Beverly, her birthday and the cake. Eddie was sat between them again, trying to zone out watching the road beyond the windshield. Occasionally one of them would ask him something and bring him into the conversation, though he really didn’t want to talk to Richie anymore. Everything he said was teasing and either made Eddie angry or caused a weird flutter in his stomach that he hated.

They rode the elevator up to their floor together and Eddie made a beeline for his door while Ben and Richie continued down the hall to the latter’s apartment. They asked Eddie if he was sure he didn’t want to join them, and he insisted he had things he needed to do. Once inside his apartment, away from the other two, he finally relaxed.

Eddie hung up his coat and kicked his shoes off before making his way to the couch with his bag and collapsing into its cushiony embrace. He’d grabbed a gift bag and some tissue paper to wrap the sweater in. He put it all together, grabbing a pen to write ‘From Eddie’ on the attached tag.

He sat back on his couch in the quiet room when he was done and sighed. Every day this week he’d been forced to see Richie. Monday when his disease carrying pet invaded his apartment, Tuesday at the coffee shop, then spending his Wednesday shopping with him. Thursday he’d have to see him once in the morning at the coffee shop and then at Bev’s party in the evening. Friday would be the first day that he could enjoy a Richie free 24 hours and he was so ready for it.

He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the cushions behind his back. Richie really was annoying. Always trying to get a rise out of him, always encouraged by whatever Eddie said in response. It was infuriating. Even the things he did. Like nearly crashing the cart or just grabbing the handle and nearly making him crash.

The feel of Richie’s fingers against his jumped into his mind and his heart seemed to leap as his stomach stirred. Opening his eyes, he let out a long deep breath. It didn’t mean anything. It had just been a while since he’d had any physical contact that wasn’t Ben, Stan or Bev. It also wasn’t a normal occurrence. Sometimes their hands brushed when he was handing his money over or taking his drink at the café. Then there was the other night when he’d ruffled his hair. He’d never had a reaction from it though. It was all Bev’s fault for pointing out that he’d called Richie adorable. He couldn’t stop thinking about it and it was all because of her teasing him.

One thing Eddie was certain of, he didn’t like Richie.

Ben dried his hands on a towel while he watched Richie gather everything they would need to make the cake for Beverly. Despite Eddie’s assumptions, the place really wasn’t that messy. Maybe a bit cluttered compared to Eddie’s, not as meticulously clean as his either, but clean. Ben had yet to see the mouse but thought it best to wait until they were done making the cake before he asked to meet her.

“Mmkay, I think that’s everything.” Richie said, setting the oven to preheat. “I’ll tell you what to do so you can tell Bev you made it.”

Ben suddenly felt nervous. He’d baked before with his mom, but not like this. She would usually mix it all up and he’d just scoop balls of cookie dough onto the parchment paper. This wasn’t just some random baking lesson, this was Beverly’s birthday cake. For a party that was the following day. If he messed it up, they’d be screwed.

“I don’t know that that’s a good idea.” Ben said, stepping up to the counter anyway.

“Dude, it will be fine. I know what I’m doing, and I won’t let you mess up.” Richie came to stand beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Bev likes you. I can tell. And from what I’ve seen so far, I think you’ll be good for her. I’m not going to let you look like an idiot.”

Ben smiled. “You’re different than you are around Eddie.”

Richie couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “Oh, believe me, I’m just as bad when he’s not around. I’m also a good guy when I need to be, though.”

“So, is it just him you like to annoy then?”

“We can get into that while the cake is in the oven.” Richie said, pulling back and handing him a measuring cup. “Chop, chop. We’ve got baking to do, good fellow!” He changed his voice to a British accent as he said that last bit.

Ben smiled and took the measuring cup, ready for his instructions. Around forty minutes later, feeling overwhelmed, Ben slid the cake pans onto the oven rack carefully. The recipe wasn’t really that intense, he just kept almost spilling everything with his nerves getting the better of him. Somehow, he’d managed to get the batter into the cake pans without spilling any of it on the counter. When he’d opened the bag of chocolate chips, he had managed to nearly drop the open bag. Twice. Luckily, Richie found it hilarious.

“Time is set. We’ve got 30 minutes to kill.” Richie said, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“Right…so…about this mouse.” Ben said, eager.

“Penny. Do you want to meet her?” Richie smiled.

“Yes. Please.”

“C’mon.” Richie motioned with his hand for Ben to follow as he made his way from the kitchen to the bedroom.

While his apartment was relatively clean, his room was kind of a mess. Not enough to be gross or annoying to walk through. Just like he hadn’t picked up in a while. This would definitely annoy Eddie and with the way Ben expected their relationship to grow, he assumed he’d definitely see this room eventually. He thought it best not to mention that though, in case he was wrong.

Against the wall was a low and wide dresser with a large glass tank sitting in the middle of it. Richie went straight to it and took the lid off. Ben crouched down in front of it and looked at the small brown mouse scurrying around inside. Richie dipped his hand down into the tank and she immediately ran over and climbed onto his fingers. He lifted her out slowly and held her out toward Ben.

“This is Penny. She’s very social and mischievous and likes to escape.” Richie said, affectionately while running a finger over her head.

“Eddie told me about how she infiltrated his apartment.” Ben laughed.

“Yea. I think she likes him too.”

Ben looked from Penny to Richie. “So…Eddie…” He said, hoping it was enough encouragement for him to start talking.

“Eddie.” Richie looked up at Ben as Penny began crawling up his arm. “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

Ben shrugged and smiled despite his best efforts not to. “No. I already know. I can tell from the way you look at him.”

“What has he said about it?”

“Nothing. I love the guy, but he’s completely oblivious. Back in high school, there was this girl who really liked him. She started hanging around outside his classes and sitting near us in the lunchroom. It was completely obvious that she was practically stalking him. I told him that she was into him when she asked to join our group for a project in class. He didn’t believe me at first and then panicked when he realized that it was true.” Ben laughed at the memory of Eddie grabbing for his inhaler while he explained why this was a terrible revelation.

Richie smiled, lifting Penny from his shoulder back into his hand. “Here I thought he hated me because he was straight and knew I liked him.”

“Oh no, Eddie’s definitely not straight. I don’t think he really hates you either. He’s just…not used to someone like you.”

“Is that the nice way of saying ‘asshole’?”

“No, no…I mean the way you interact with him. Sometimes when someone annoys him and he gets snippy with them, he ends up saying something that comes out wrong and…it’s been bad. But you always laugh and just say something right back. I think it’s good for him. I just don’t think he realizes that yet.”

Richie grinned and looked down at Penny. “I like talking to him. His face gets all red and he glares at me with this intense look. It’s so funny and so fucking cute.”

“If you like him, you have to tell him. I guarantee he has no idea.”

“I guess I’ll have to be more obvious.” They were quiet for a moment, both watching Penny as she climbed up one arm, scurried behind his neck and then back down the other. “Want to hold her?” Richie asked.

“Yes. I really, really do.” Ben said excitedly.

He cupped his hands together out in front of him and Richie held his hand out to him. Penny sniffed his fingers for a second and then crawled right over. Her little toes were scratchy against his palms. She sniffed around for a little bit, her whiskers and nose tickling as she went. When she was satisfied, she began crawling up his arm.

“She likes you.” Richie said, leaning back against the dresser.

“I’m in love.” Ben said, making Richie laugh.

Just then, the timer on Richie’s phone went off. “I’ve got it. You bond with Penny.” He said, shutting off the alarm and heading back into the kitchen.

He took the trays from the oven and tested each one with a toothpick. The two moved to the living room while they cooled, sitting on the floor opposite one another with their legs stretched out and their feet pressed together so Penny could run around the floor between them while remaining locked in. When the cakes were cooled enough, Penny was returned to her tank and they stacked and frosted it. Ben watched in amazement as Richie managed to use all three cans of frosting, explaining the Bev really liked chocolate.

Richie had a lot to think about after his conversation with Ben. When they were finished and he said goodbye, Ben thanked him for helping him and letting him make the cake. In turn, Richie thanked him for giving him some insight into Eddie. Richie had gone into this hoping to spend the day with Eddie, and instead he made a new friend, who he truly enjoyed spending time with. Not everyone loved Penny the way he did. Having mutual friends with Eddie wasn’t a bad thing either.

While settling into bed, Richie made a decision. Tomorrow he’d see Eddie again. He’d make sure he was as obvious as he could be that he liked the boy. Before falling asleep, he pulled out his phone and sent Eddie a screenshot of an article with the headline “Man arrested for putting fake arrow decals on the floor of IKEA and for creating a labyrinth with no exit”. He added “Date night ideas” beneath it before hitting send and closing his eyes with a smile.

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