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I'm like 80% sure I'm all of the above (questioning my sexuality but pretty sure I'm bi)
reblog if you are BISEXUAL, SUPPORT BISEXUAL PEOPLE, or REALLY HATE DONALD TRUMP
Richie: Can I be your sidekick?! Beverly: Yeah!! Bev and Rich: *high five* Totally would happen don't you think I love this :)
Mike: I’d like to start by asking everyone what their goals are.
Beverly: World domination.
DON'T YOU DARE DO THAT TO MY POOR LITTLE HEART AND RICHIES POOR LITTLE HEART THEY ARE SO CLOSE TO BEING TOGETHER AGAIN PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU DON'T TAKE THAT AWAY!!!!!!
@all anons asking for Eddie to get with another guy... WHY👏ARE👏YOU👏READING👏A👏REDDIE👏FIC👏IF👏YOU👏DON'T👏SHIP👏REDDIE👏?!?! What did y'all think you signed up for?!
I mean maybe I should just give the anons what they want. Have Eddie run off with someone else and end my fic.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FIR TAGGING G ME YOU MAD MY DAY WITH THAT AHHHHH let me tell you this toy melted my heart Sry I didn't say something sooner about it but I mean WOW heart warming 101 Love it Shanny thanks a bunch ♥️💛💛💚💙💜💗🍆
Imagine Joyce and Jonathan’s reaction to Will and Dustin dating! Obviously they would be so supportive, I wonder will WILL be nervous? I mean they already know Dustin he just has to introduce him as his boyfriend, easy right?
Unpredictably Unplanned
Part 2 of 2
Part 1
Pairing: Will Byers and Dustin Henderson
Summary: Will Byers deals with the unpredictability of coming out and being in a relationship
Located on Archive of Our Own
By now Will and Dustin had been dating for half a year. Dustin’s mother found out they were boyfriends because she walked in on them making out. Fortunately, she loved her son more than anything (except maybe their cat) so as long as he was happy she was too. She also loved Will and thought he was the cutest person Dustin could possibly date. She even called him “Willy”, which Dustin assured Will there was no higher compliment.
They discussed many times when Will should tell his own mother. Usually, he would have a confident week and say he’d do it over the weekend, then chicken out. Dustin was always good about not pushing the subject but he was clearly starting to feel self-conscious about it. Ten weekends of Will saying he was going to tell his mother and then not going through with it would upset anyone.
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I agree he is amazing honestly they all are be a cause I mean Noah showed fear in his eyes the while time and shook without any machine, Millie is great at showing anger, Sadie is an amazing actress and really expresses her heart through her acting, I can't begin to explain how great Gaten is without taking an hour to, and Caleb really knows how to show justice through his character. So really they are all amazing.
This scene proves to the world what an incredible, pure and dedicated actor Finn Wolfhard is. The strength and emotion in this clip is enough to move anyone, including those who have not watched Stranger Things. This is what acting is. This is what talent is.
Omg this is the best you NEED to make this a fan fiction PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU anyway love your work you da best ♥♥️♥♥️
Take My Hand and Drag Me Headfirst
Summary: Eddie and Richie talk about the future and dance in the rain.
Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak x Richie Tozier
Rating: G
Word count: 1,787 words
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: Look, idk what this is either, ok. It’s literally fluff with a sorry excuse for a plot. It’s a mess. And no, I haven’t forgotten about the prompts in my inbox. This has been sitting in my Google Docs since mid-March and I finally got around to posting it. Enjoy.
ao3 link
Eddie leaned against his boyfriend’s chest, who wrapped his left hand around his waist, his right one flicking a cigarette. They were sitting on the hood of Richie’s truck, which was parked on the edge of hill looking over Derry. It was mid October, the sky was overcast with dark clouds, and the city lights somehow stood out prominently despite the haze. All in all, it was a beautiful sight.
Eddie sighed softly. “Derry doesn’t seem so dangerous from up here.”
Richie took a long drag of his cigarette. Eddie would normally complain about the cancer sticks, but right now he found the smell comforting. He found everything about Richie comforting.
“It seems so peaceful,” he continued, “Not like the kind of place that’s home to…”
“Ignorant assholes who can’t accept people for who they are?” Richie supplied, tossing the butt of the cigarette onto the ground.
“You should put it out before you throw it away, it could set the grass on fire,” Eddie chastised, “and I was going to say ‘home to a child-eating demonic clown’, but I guess that works too.”
Richie buried his nose in his hair. “At least the clown leaves us alone for 27 years. We’ve got to deal with those fuckwads on a daily basis.”
Eddie played with Richie’s slim fingers. “We’ll make it through. We’ve got each other. And the Losers.”
“We do. But I’m getting out of here once I’m eighteen. This town can kiss my ass goodbye.”
Richie always spoke about leaving. Every time he’d have a nightmare, or his parents would just become too much to handle, and he’d crawl through Eddie’s bedroom window, they’d spend the night lying next to each other on his too small twin bed, shoulders brushing, talking about the future. Richie was clear about his plans. He was going to leave Derry and head to California, become a household name with his Voices and make his mark in the history of show business. Eddie, on the other hand had no idea what he wanted to do, or where he was going to go. Whenever he tried to pictures his life ten years from now, it turned up blank. For some reason, no matter how much he hated her, he didn’t want to leave his mother. He didn’t want to leave his friends. He didn’t want to leave Richie. He didn’t want to leave Derry.
Well, he did want to leave Derry, maybe move to a place more accepting, but he didn’t want to leave the comfort, the familiarity.
“What about you, Spaghetti Man?”
Eddie huffed. “Don’t call me that, Rich. And… I don’t know. I’ll leave too, I guess.”
Richie saw right through his lie, he always did. He nuzzled his nose into his cheek and left a soft kiss there. “What’s wrong, love?”
Eddie sank further into his arms. “I’m just… I’m scared, Richie. I don’t want to forget, you know? Bev was gone for barely a year and she couldn’t even remember all our names. What if once we’re gone we start forgetting? I don’t want that to happen. I don’t want to lose the memories, the comfort, the familiarity. I don’t want to lose the Losers. I don’t want to lose you.”
Richie tightened his grip around his waist. “You’re not going to lose me, Eddie. I promise you that.”
He turned to look at his boyfriend. Even in the dim moonlight, he found nothing but pure conviction and sincerity in his chocolate eyes. “You really believe that?”
“ ‘Course I do. How can I forget a cute ass like yours?” He grinned and cupped his butt with one hand.
Eddie rolled his eyes. “There you go, ruining the moment.”
“We were having a moment?” He looked genuinely lost.
“Yes we were, dipshit. I basically told you how you’re the most important person in the world to me, and you commented on my butt. I’m not surprised though, you’re pretty predictable.”
Richie ran his thumb across his cheek and smiled fondly. “You’re the most important person in the world to me, too, Eds. I fucking love you. Even amnesia won’t make me forget you, you can count on that.” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. It was more gentle but just as heartfelt as all the kisses they’d shared in the three months they’d been together.
Eddie grabbed his jacket and pulled him in to deepen the kiss, but was interrupted by heavy drops of rain falling on his head all of a sudden. He quickly scrambled off Richie’s lap and got into the car before he got drenched. Richie laughed loudly and slowly slid off the hood. He shrugged off his jacket and threw it onto the backseat. He leaned on his elbows on the door and grinned at Eddie.
“What the fuck are you doing, Richie? Don’t stand out in the rain, you catch a cold and fall sick.”
He batted his eyelashes seductively. “And you can nurse me back to health, Dr. K.”
Eddie frowned. “Hell no. I’m not coming anywhere near that mouth for a week at the least.”
Richie pouted. “Why you gotta hurt me like this, baby?”
His cheeks turned bright red, Richie knew exactly how flustered that pet name made him. “Shut up and get inside, Rich, you’re getting drenched.”
Richie wiggled his eyebrows. “Oooh, but you like getting me wet, don’t ya, Spaghetti Head?”
Eddie looked over at him. His wet curls were sticking to his forehead and his shirt was clinging to his torso, showing off his muscle definition (or lack thereof). His glasses were covered in droplets, and Eddie had no idea if he could see anything through them.
“You look like a cartoon. Take your glasses off, dweeb.”
Richie took them off and chucked them into the glove compartment. He squinted at Eddie. “So are you going to join me or nah?”
“Nu-uh, you can destroy your health on your own, thank you very much.”
“It’ll be a fever at worst, Eddie, don’t be dramatic.”
“Have you ever heard of acid rain? It destroys marble, imagine what it can do to your skin! Not to mention it can enter your system and poison you.”
“That’s bullshit, Eds. How is it going to enter my system anyway? It’s not like I’m drinking it.”
He drowned out Eddie’s response by turning up the radio. Some 50s song was playing. Richie stuck his hand out. “Dance with me Eds!”
“Don’t call me that! And absolutely not. There’s no way I’m going to fall sick. My mom will have an aneurysm.”
“Fuck your mom, Eddie!” Richie paused to reassess his words. “Well, not literally, that’s my job. What I’m saying is, it doesn’t matter what she thinks. Just let go once in a while.”
Eddie opened his mouth to argue, but clamped it shut as the song changed. Whitney Houston’s voice rang out into the night. Fuck it, he thought, and grabbed Richie’s hand. Even if he didn’t go out, Richie would pass the cold to him, and he’d fall sick anyway.
As soon as he left the car, he was hit a thousand raindrops. Within seconds, he was shivering. “This was a terrible idea.”
Richie chuckled and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy. “Don’t worry, bug, I’ll keep you warm with my extreme hotness.”
“Oh boy, I’m so hot right now,” Eddie deadpanned. “You said you wanted to dance?”
Richie grabbed his hands and dragged him to a clearing a few feet away. He spun him around to the beats of the song. Eddie tried to act like he wasn’t enjoying it, but the broad smile on his face gave him away. Richie was a terrible dancer, he stumbled over his own limbs, and the rain made him even more unsteady.
The song changed to Dancing Queen, and Eddie could barely contain his squeal. “I love this song!”
Richie laughed. “I know you do, Eds! C’mon, show me your moves, Dancing Queen!”
Eddie moved and jumped around, shouting the lyrics on the top of his lungs, so glad nobody could hear them out there. “YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN, YOUNG AND SWEET, ONLY SEVENTEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!”
Richie picked him up and spun him around in his arms. Eddie laughed loudly and clutched his shoulders. “Put me down, Richie!”
Richie shook his head and clutched his thighs. Eddie kicked the air in an effort to get his boyfriend to let go, but he only tightened his grip.
“Don’t make me drop you, Eds, cause I will!”
Eddie huffed and gave up. Slowly, Richie set him down and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“I meant it, Eds.”
“What?”
“I’m never going to forget you. It’s not going to happen.”
Eddie grabbed his face and stroked his cheek. He was so in love with the boy in front of him. “I won’t forget you either. You’re my everything.”
He stood on his toes and planted a soft, firm kiss on his lips. Their mouths fit together like puzzle pieces. They were meant to be, nothing would ever change that.
Richie ran his thumb over his lower lip, coaxing it open, and sliding his tongue inside. Their mouths moved together in perfect unison. There, in that moment, in the rain, on a cliff overlooking the town of Derry, they were one.
They continued making out in the rain with the radio playing in the background, forgetting about everything else in the world.
They broke apart for air, resting their foreheads together.
“Come with me,” whispered Richie.
“What?”
“Come with me to Cali. When we’re old enough. I want you to.”
Suddenly, that blank space started to form an image. He could picture his life ten years from now. It involved a young man with wild, curly black hair, warm eyes and freckles, pale skin and plump pink lips. It involves a closet full of pastel polo t-shirts and ridiculous Hawaiian print shirts, with the occasional neon windbreaker. It involved The Cure playing in the kitchen as they made breakfast together. It involved falling in Richie’s lanky arms every night and waking up to his kisses every morning. It involved comfort and familiarity, but above all, it involved love and happiness, and Eddie didn’t want anything else.
“Okay.”
Eddie didn’t know what the future held for him. In some hours he could be sick, in some weeks he could be exhausted, in some months he could be graduating, and in some years he could be fighting a demonic clown. He didn’t know what would happen. But he did know this. No matter what the future held for him, Richie Tozier would be a part of it. For better or for worse.
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trying to prove a point to my parents
like if you think there are only 2 genders
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trying to prove a point to my parents
like if you think there are only 2 genders
reblog if you think there are more than 2 genders
@thetheatregal can you pls tag me I am such a big fan of your stories and I totally ship dill/willston/byson/henyers I don’t know which you prefer but you are truly amazing
Flying from the East Coast to the West Coast and writing a Will Byers x Dustin Henderson story. Let me know if you want to be tagged when I finish!
me and my bestie do this so much
TELL ME THIS IS LIFE
@thetheatregal pls make a sequel about the dinner and that night because this was AMAZING I read it twice I loved it so much!!!!!!!!!💟
Okay, imagine the IT kids in the 2010s. Eddie's is gay and with Richie and Sonia knows about it, but she desperately tries to avoid talking about it and pretend it isn't true. And then Love Simon comes out, and Eddie convinces her to see it with him, and it helps her accept Eddie being gay and being with Richie
This took a bit to answer because I am on vacation and wanted to write a little fic about this very thing! I’m doing it in first person present because that’s how it is in the book Simon Vs the Homosapien Agenda, which is a terrible title for a book thank god they named the movie Love, Simon.
Exhale
Located on Ao3
Richie and I lay on the couch watching television. He has an arm around my waist, while my head is in the crook of his neck. I trace my fingers along his arm slowly then sigh softly.
“What’s wrong?” Richie asks immediately. I smile at the intuitiveness my boyfriend always has even with the slightest of mood change.
“I’m taking mom to Love, Simon tonight.” I mumble.
“No fucking way.” Richie uses his other arm to push himself up, so he is leaning above me to scan my face for a lie. “She’ll never agree to go.”
“I mean…”
“That movie is the funny, heartwarming, adorable, and the gay romantic comedy we both have craved since we were 13. Your dragon of a mother will hate every minute of it. I’m picturing her face and oh my godddd…” Richie starts laughing which brings my anxiety to a tipping point. I can feel my face heating up faster than a fry cooker.
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My first two Funko pops are Eleven and 8-bit Dustin
just found this and i am in love
This is my drawing I did myself of Beverly from "It" sorry for the bad handwriting ;)