(Eddie And Richie Mostly Failing At Roleplaying Fic Is Now Up Under The Title 'I Got It Bad And I Got

I love how I’ve had the unfinished part three of my reddie Smash or Pass fic on my computer for so long purely because I feel like I’m going to ruin it. It’s 800 words and I’ve re-written it maybe three-four times. what am I doinggg

(1) A week. He spends a fucking week in the deadlights, a week in a world that has the fucking balls to keep on turning without Eddie in it, a week after he watches him die, a week tasting Eddie's blood no matter how many times he rinses his mouth, brushes his teeth, slugs back hard liquor. He spends a week in the deadlights living with Eddie dying in his arms. He doesn't say the words but everyone knows. He recarves their initials on the bridge, and while he's doing it, he hears Eddie calling.

(2) He should probably be more disturbed than he is, hearing Eddie calling for him when Eddie died in his arms a week ago, but after everything else, all he can think is that it's fucking Derry. He hasn't been able to leave and maybe it's because he knew Eddie's ghost would come back for him, if he didn't stray too far. He hears Eddie call his name and he calls back, promises he's coming, he'll find a way to him, and that should also be disturbing, but it isn't. And suddenly, suddenly...

(3) Suddenly he's flat on his back beneath the house on Neibolt and Eddie is over him, alive and filled with worry-joy-relief, and he's seen how this story ends. He's seen too much of what comes after the end. He rolls them to the side and the claw rips through him instead, but not the way it had ripped through Eddie. It gouges into him, and it destroys everything he's wearing above the waist, but it doesn't punch through him, it's more a deep graze than anything.

(4) "Pathetic fucking clown!" He screams-- well, there's an inarticulate scream first, and then a loud 'motherfuck--', and Eddie is dragging him to safety, but then he screams something useful. Eddie is whipping off his sweater and trying to staunch Richie's bleeding, but he catches on fast, he knows. He's hurt It before. And Mike is able to rally the others with what they have to do. It goes a lot smoother than it did in the deadlights, he thinks, watching Eddie tear into It.

(5) Mike and Ben manage to carry him out, Eddie running alongside them fussing over him the whole way. This time, when they carry him out, he isn't fighting them, so it figures they'd do that smoother, too. And then he's in a hospital room, he's in a hospital room where he's been stripped and scrubbed and stitched and now he's carefully positioned on a row of pillows in his bed, so that he's not lying on the healing wound that wraps around his back and side, and Eddie is in the room.

(6) "I called Myra, you know. While you were in surgery." Eddie is saying, already in the middle of whatever running monologue he's kept up while Richie was unconscious. He's behind him, hand gentle in Richie's hair. Even if he wasn't talking, Richie thinks he'd know him. "I asked for a divorce. I can't live a lie like that anymore now that I remember... now that we've done what we've done. Even if you couldn't-- even if I'd be alone I had to leave. But Rich, you've gotta know, I've always..."

(7) "You won't be alone." Richie says, hoarse. He can't really reach for him or turn to him, but it doesn't matter-- soon Eddie is on the other side of the bed, facing him, leaning down to meet his eyes and touching his face like he's a miracle, even though Eddie's the miracle, Eddie died in his arms in the deadlights and now he's here before him and on the verge of saying everything Richie's ever wanted to hear. "Come out to LA with me. You won't ever-- you won't be alone, Eds. Promise."

(I didn't receive (8) but I'm hoping it was a miscount otherwise I'm SO SORRY)

(9) "I love you." Richie nods, reaching for Eddie in return as relief floods him, a happiness he never thought he'd know. His hand is shaking so bad he can see it shaking, and he doesn't have his glasses, and it's not that he lacks the strength to lift it, but the enormity of the moment... It wasn't so long ago that he thought he'd never be happy again, that he thought he'd lost any hope of this. He hadn't had hope, or needed it, but he'd had knowing Eddie was alive and then he lost that...

(10/10) When his hand meets Eddie's cheek, Eddie's free hand is there to hold it in place, over the fresh bandage. Eddie winces a little before they adjust the way they touch, mouths the word 'stitches' and then kisses the heel of Richie's hand. He's still shaky, maybe he'll never stop shaking, but Eddie leans in close enough that even without his glasses, Richie can see him clear enough. For now, that's all he needs.

greg readily bad-mouthing his family

meanwhile,

Summary:  It started with a simple game on twitch. A reddie fic with streamer!Richie and youtuber!Eddie. This is my first reddie so I neeeeeed the support in this trying time. (aka I hate my writing lol). I hopefully did not disappoint

a woefully under-appreciated moment

WELL I HAVEN’T WRITTEN IN A LONG WHILE BUT HERE I AM, POSTING A FIC.  The fic where Bucciarati is a teacher and Giorno is only sixteen.

(Also antis will just be wasting their time messaging me, just fyi buds 😉 have a good day)

THIS IS SO SWEEEET

Imagine Reddie finally getting together, only Eddie's worried about their first date because this'd be the same Richie who laughed so hard milk came out of his nose at lunch, and he'll be picking him up tonight and would this even be romantic or will it just feel like no spark??

Cut to Richie pulling all the stops by dressing really nice, being very gentlemanly and thoughtful... I don't care which reddie age you go because this could be incredibly sweet but also Bill Hader would also be endearing, I CANT DECIDE

literally biggest tomgreg proof is just shots Like This of them talking in profile. like so much of succession’s dialogue is based around this idea that what’s left unsaid is more important than whats at the surface, and this is indicated largely through the constant shifting of attention and posture and gaze away from the conversational partner. If you watch shiv or Kendall speak to those around them, for example, it’s super rare for them to spend very long looking directly at them or facing them head on. And even though Greg and Tom engage in the same sort of bravado-riddled nonsense speech as a way to be accepted in the family/workplace culture as outsiders (ex: “I’ve got a dick the size of a red sequoia and I fuck like a bullet train”), they’re always really listening to each other, and we see that in shots like this, where their gazes are fixed on the speaker and everything about their posture is designed to be open to the other (hands open and up, eye contact even when the other isn’t looking, chests squared, etc). Unlike other pairings in the show, they’re really conversing rather than just seeking a means to an end, a diversion from the waystar royco norm and startling openness that makes scenes that we wouldn’t bat an eye at anywhere else feel startlingly intimate when it’s the two of them, especially because they’re so often framed very carefully to show us this sort of naked clarity (as above, both almost fully in frame against relatively stark background) your honor i love matthew mcfayden and nicholas braun they Get It

Kyle: *whispers* want me to fingerbang you, baby? Stan: -please don’t.