i will always be with you. you are the light of my life. my precious son, my little starlord.
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ofinvisibilities.
“o-o-okay, but here’s the dealbreaker. c-can you do an imitation of that nyan cat video? that’s the only way to get my respect.”
for a moment , he looks incredulous , as if the request will be denied . after a second , a grin slips onto his face , and richie pinches his nose , revving a warmup in the back of his throat . ❛ nya - nyan - nya - ❜
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insanelycooljk.
❛ what are you, fuckin’ british ? name one american who watches that shit, i’ll wait. ❜ hands fall to pockets without thought, rocking on balls of his feet. he doesn’t really wait for a response: he doesn’t care enough about ether of their trash talk to do so. ❛ seriously, dude, what the crap are you hiding ? ❜ eyes through glasses lenses look away from other, look at things around other’s room instead, try to find what he was looking for. ( change the topic, change the topic… ) ❛ whatever. have you seen my other x-box controller ? ❜
there’s no way he can come back from this . hiding away in his room and trying to emulate big brother’s movements is one thing : being caught is another entirely , too much to talk his way out of . ❛ shove it up your ass , dickbag . no , i haven’t seen it . i don’t play your loser games , anyways . ❜ voice is little more than a mumble , one foot scuffing anxiously on his worn carpet .
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“ beep beep richie. ” but he’s laughing as he speaks, warmth spreading through his chest, reaching every inch of him. sometimes the stuff out of his best friend’s mouth makes stan want to cringe, but it’s never mattered. not really. stan looks at richie now and feels something so genuine, so light, it’s easy to let go of the fuzzy horrors that they’ve been through.
the hug’s over, but stan slings his arm around his friend’s shoulder, happy to live in this moment. to keep living in this moment. one where he loves and feels love in return. this give and take as natural as the curls that frame his face. “ you’re not annoying. maybe some of the things you say, but… ” he scrunches his nose and sticks out his tongue.
when he rests his head on stan’s shoulder , he feels a security that envelops and overwhelms . it’s nothing like he’s ever known : a warm moment that’s received and requited , and he grins lopsided . they walk in step , a subconscious claim to the paths they tread together . for once , he doesn’t even mind being beeped - it’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make to see stanley smile .
free hand presses against the part of his chest where his heart used to lie : now , there exists only fragments , pieces stolen by the summer they lost . nevertheless , the pulse remains , hammers deftly against his thin fingers . ❛ ouch , dude . right where it hurts . you’re lucky you’re my best friend , or i’d get mad . ❜
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shoutout to trashfear and preymade! both amazing muns with phenomenal writing, eli portrays richie in a way that makes him completely real and alive in writing, where we can examine all the layers that compose him, and bane's passion for mike is beyond amazing, and brings the justification for the character that mike deserves, plus, they're both wonderful people !!
@trashfear @preymade ♡ !
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barmitzvahed.
“ BEEP BEEP, RICHIE. ” a grimace passes over his lips, a knot in his stomach he can’t untie. but at least richie’s arm is still around his shoulder and even if his words brought a bitter taste to his mouth, stan understood them. they weren’t true, but it was easier than saying goodbye. “ but, you know, not that i think about it, it will be more peaceful with you several states away. ” a pause. “ but sometimes, i think peaceful is overrated. ”
IT WORRIES HIM THAT THIS SEEMS SO SIMPLE. with dreaded phrase comes deep huff of indignance, slim hip knocking sternly against best friend’s side in a wordless reprimand. stan’s silence seems an invitation for a quick interjection, a parting quip to ensure his MEMORY stays bold, but he’s stopped dead. ❛ i --- yeah. yeah, you kidding me ? it’s gonna suck for you, stanley. ❜ hand tightens on sturdy shoulder. ❛ gonna suck for all of us. ❜
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SKIN GOES WHITE . drained , drained , my blood is black . a monster in burning skin , ACHING HEART . he almost refuses to look his way , for that way it is all real , those terrible teeth are at my throat once more . ❝ the demagorgon . ❞
it must have a name ! life is a game , now , terrible and impossible to win . teeth gnaw the inside of his cheek , seek out words that fail and burn . ❝ i just went –––––––– down the wrong road . ❞ WRONG , WRONG , WRONG ! ❝ –––––––– why ? have you seen it ? ❞
WELL, YOU SEE, IF HE KNEW THAT, HE WOULDN’T be having this issue ! jesus christ, he’s really lost his mind. with each passing second comes a more unsettling moment of uncertainty. how can they have a conversation like this when he is an unwelcome visitor in his own head ? the privilege of his memories has been taken from him.
HE ISN’T SURE WHAT HE SAW. if he thinks back, past the dark and the relief and the blood pact, he can smell something --- stagnant and cold, shit on a summer day. the memory is enough to wrinkle his nose. ❛ hell, willie. maybe. i don’t think i, uh, remember. fuck. ❜
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does it ever hit you how truly lonely you are? like you have this terrible realization that this world has seven and a half billion people and yet you are still so alone?
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whatever you do, don’t think about twelve year old stan and eddie waiting patiently in the afterlife for their friends to arrive. how they watch over them and do everything in their power to keep them out of harm’s way. how they’re sad that their friends don’t remember them, but it isn’t terrible because they have each other. how they wait and wait and wait. don’t think about how when ben finally arrives, having died from pancreatic cancer, he’s shocked to be twelve again and standing in eddie’s old bedroom where stan and eddie were reading comic books. how stan screams “HAYSTACK!” and bursts into tears, tackling his old friend. don’t think about how beverly arrives next, dead from a lifetime of cigarettes and stress. how she’s standing in the barrens and hears screams and laughter from below, how she looks down and there are three of the six loves of her life, she’d forgotten them. how she feels the top of her head and is pleasantly surprised to find her red locks cut short yet again. how her old locket is around her neck and her favorite dress hangs to her knees once again. how ben nearly passes out when he sees her glimmering hair emerge from the bushes. how she can’t help but greet him with a kiss. don’t think about how mike comes next, died from an accident with a drunk driver, and he pops up next to the four of them reading books in the otherwise empty library. how eddie leaves tear spots on his shirt from the sheer joy. how he lets a tear or two fall as he reunites with the forgotten friends he knew and loved. don’t think about richie suddenly appearing in the middle of a laser tag game at the arcade, dead from an unexpected heart attack. how he feels his old glasses on his nose and his hair, long and tangled, in his eyes once again. how he hears a gasp from behind him and turns around to see beverly standing there. how she shoots him with her laser before running to him and wrapping her arms around him. how the other six gang up on him and make him lose to welcome him home. ESPECIALLY don’t think about how bill comes last, may years later, having died of old age. how he manifests in the barrens as well, his friends a few feet away having a picnic. how the seven twelve year olds sit there in stunned silence before eddie screams “big bill!” and they scramble to their feet and attack him with a group hug. how all bill can think is “still insists he sees the ghosts” but this time, the ghosts are real. don’t think about how they all spend the rest of eternity together, seven reckless twelve year olds, doing whatever they want, riding their bikes around an abandoned town where nothing bad ever happens again. how they spend every night surrounded by the only people that ever loved them the way they deserved. how everything ends the way it began, and the way it always should have been.
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✘ THIS IS THE REALEST PROMPT ELI
BEEP BEEP, RICHIE !!
SPIT THE CHERRY FROM THE STONE. red gushes over trembling lips with reckless abandon, shaking fists raking through curls damp with sweat. i saw it, stanley. it came for me with claws and teeth, took my only weapon, left me defenseless and weeping. trashmouth tozier, rendered OBSOLETE. boy as he once was is dead, gone, leaving poor imitation in his place. imploring gaze, filled with thick and fast tears, turns on best friend. it got me ! you left me, and i payed the price.
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insanelycooljk.
confusion hits before fear or familiar instinct to comfort little brother. it doesn’t make sense, they are right here. they are right here, if one is missing, the other is missing, and— and that means— and it means nothing. it’s not real, it’s like a fucked up prank. it’s fake, it’s faked worse than emails written by teenagers, jared knows it before he even looks at what’s causing richie to panic from fear. calm down, calm down, those words are ready to be spoken before body even turns to face mini jared—
❛ calm down, it’s okay. ❜ words spoken as arms pull smaller to him, ( HE DOESN’T SEE THE BOLD PRINTED M-WORD. ) he fails to mention that: he fails to mention that if he were anyone else he’d look crazy, he’d look insane. jared would call out psychopath for panicking over something that isn’t really there: but this isn’t a psychopath, this is richie, so a hand goes to move little brother’s hands out of his own site ( that’s where he seemed to be starring. ) ❛ it’s not real. you’re fine, dude. ❜
AS SOON AS HE’S TOUCHED, HE BURSTS INTO TEARS. i am gone, brother. they took me in the dead of night, under ghostly moon, and no one breathed a word. MISSING. shaking hands tighten around older’s abdomen, glasses pressed squarely against button-down shirt. fear steals articulation, the one weapon he’d always had stripped from him without mercy. all silent, all silence.
IF I VANISHED TOMORROW, WOULD YOU LOOK FOR ME ? unspoken question sobbed into oblivion, desperate, unsure. am i too much ? i don’t know how to fix it. ❛ my hair, my face, my age, my NAME --- me, on the poster, missing, JARED --- ❜ broken bird, voice shattering half way in an adolescent crack.
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wheezys.
There’s a urge deep down to lean in close ––– and headbutt Richie as hard as he can. He contemplates that for a while as he’s being poked and prodded by him. “ Do you –– do you know how much bacteria is on the average human hand? PROBABLY, a quarter of what’s on yours. Get your dirty paws off me, you bastard. OFF. GET OFF. ”
LAUGHTER RINGS LIKE WINDCHIMES, GETTING further and further away as capers take him up, down, around. frantic two-step around eddie is half to annoy and half to take him out of reach. ❛ paws are only as dirty as the GIRLS, eds. you wanna see DIRTY ? ❜ without waiting for an answer, palm is brought to crooked smile, tongue pressed against skin before hand is pushed back towards friend’s face. ❛ HERE’S dirty ! ❜
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if this wasn’t richie, he might just flinch at the movement; eyes following briefly, before falling back, returning to the boy in front of him. there’s a quick twinge of surprise (at voice and actions both), and emotions don’t fail to flash across his features —— jaw tensing, soon loosening, nonchalance wavering. ❛ do you want an apology? because whether or not you do, i’m sorry. now, if you have something to say, the stage is all yours. ❜
IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY. my mouth has a mind of its own, mike hanlon. it runs independently from me, voices things i daren’t even think. it keeps me seen, and that is its sole purpose. ❛ no, it’s cool. BEEP BEEP, right ? lips are sealed, i’m out. carry on. ❜ biting tone singes steel, tight lipped smile suddenly absent.
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i am a legend , richie tozier ! a violent myth plagued by blood / hounded by stories . my mother prayed until her knees were red , until his knuckles were white , until she smoked cigarettes and sage . you cannot rid my bones of these ghosts . nervous fingers pick at frayed shoelaces , chipped nails chip more .
❝ yeah , i know . ❞ if only it were so , richie ! if only i could walk from this horror show , FREE / BRIGHT ! into the sun and away from my living nightmare . i’m so alone . ❝ thanks . ❞ shoulder lifts , falls . ❝ i guess crazy’s one way to put it . ❞
HORRIFYING . TRAUMATIZING . brows furrow in the middle , swallow around the lump in your throat . ❝ i’m just lucky IT didn’t kill me . ❞
TWO LETTERS. INSTANT HEADACHE. suddenly iron, gaze narrows behind thick frames, brown sugar eyes now sour, almost frustrated. do you know of the horrors i’ve seen ? i don’t REMEMBER, folks. it’s all hazy to me, chapter and verse, fits and starts. a road of which i cannot see the end or the beginning. ❛ what’d you say ? ❜
SOMETHING HAPPENED THIS SUMMER. something was stolen from me, will byers. stolen from us. it’s ( FUCKING ) summer. it’s meant to be fun. we were meant to be outside. we’re kids. ❛ lucky that WHAT didn’t kill you ? ❜ push, push, push again, find the answer you’re losing through your clenched fists.
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❛ GOD, MY whole life’s like some test. ❜
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