Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti), IT - Stephen King
08 May 2020
“Richie. Richie, it’s me,” he whispers, so softly that it’s almost a figment of his imagination. “Hey, it’s Eddie. I’m Eddie. I’m okay, Rich, and you’re okay, so just… please, stop saying shit like that. You’re—you’re scaring me.” He says that part like he’d rather do anything but admit such a thing. But then, as his eyes dart over Richie’s face, his expression shifts, the usual constipation twisting into something close to hysteria that he tries and fails to mask with outrage. “And stop shaking me, shitbag! I had to claw my way out of a fucking disaster zone and I’m really sore—”
Richie doesn’t know how he knows it, that this is the one and only Eddie Kaspbrak, truly here in the flesh, but he does. Because it’s as if the piece of him that'd been unceremoniously ripped away has miraculously been sewn back into place, worn and faded and uneven and maybe the wrong way around, but still very much present.
“Eddie,” Richie chokes, and the man he loves with all his heart is standing right in front of him, alive, and there’s no way he could make himself think otherwise.
[Or: Stan lives, Eddie is resurrected, the Losers visit Georgia, and Richie gets everything he's ever wanted (plus more).]
- Part 1 of The Courage to Start Over
Bookmarked by vague_horrors
29 May 2020
Richie used to call it an itch. Eddie makes him feel like it’s something else. It’s one thing to feel it. It’s something else to be able to say it out loud.
Or: Eddie doesn’t die. That doesn’t mean there’s a happily ever after. Not right away, at least.
Bookmarked by vague_horrors
28 May 2020
dear comrade by Lvslie for skeleton_twins, HoloXam, Skepticamoeba
Fandoms: Pacific Rim (Movies)
15 Mar 2019
‘Very well, I shall put it in simpler terms for you,’ Hermann grits out, eyes still plastered to the sky like he’s fucking praying to the mild impression of the Big Dipper visible above. ‘Why did you come here?’
‘To the conference? I came to—’
Meet you, Newt knows but does not say. The thought alone leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. The ridiculousness of him igniting his conversation strikes him full force along with the direct reminder of all it entails.
[First meeting AU, where everything still goes wrong, but then there's a chance to repair it.]
He has dreams about Eddie floating in water.
[Or: Richie goes back, inevitably.]
“Baby,” Richie’s voice unstitched with laughter. And Eddie’s skin burning up, even then, in the palms and fingertips. Hands clasped on the steering wheel, he takes a sharp turn.
Richie’s shoulder digs into his. G-force. And little space.
Eddie breathes in. His chest hurts like the nonexistent airbag is already pushing into it.
Like he’s already crashed.
[Or, American screenwriter Richie comes to shoot a movie in late Soviet era Poland and meets Eddie K., sound technician, hobbyist car mechanic.]