uhhh what can i say guys, i have a problem, and it’s called Reddie. it might actually be impossible for me to write anything shorter than this for this ship.
12. a hoarse whisper “kiss me”
Eddie was nearly asleep when he first heard the tapping. Mixed with the rain slamming against his window it was almost inaudible, but as it became more insistent Eddie’s eyes flew open and the threw the covers off his bed as he sat up, hitting the light switch and looking out his window.
Just outside the window panes, clutching to a tree branch for dear life, was an absolutely drenched Richie Tozier. Eddie’s eyes widened and he ran to the window, hurrying to unlock it and wrench the window open.
“What the fuck are you doing, Richie?”
“Oh y’know, just hanging around,” Richie retorted with a weak smile as he nodded at the tree he was clinging to. “You gonna let me in, or should I try to find a wider branch to spend the night on?”
Eddie rolled his eyes, stepping aside and holding a hand out the window to help Richie clamber in through the frame, leaving muddy Converse prints on his window sill and then on his floor. His mother would be furious if she saw those in the morning - he’d have to sneak downstairs for the carpet cleaner at some point.
But when Eddie looked back up at his boyfriend, all thoughts of carpet cleaner and his mother flew right out the window that Richie had just climbed through. Richie was standing awkwardly, hunched in on himself and looking so small. There was a bruise forming on his left eye and when Eddie looked closer, he could see tear stains on his cheeks that had mixed with the rain water. If he hadn’t been looking so intently, he might not have noticed them, but Richie’s eyes were red and puffy.
Eddie’s heart fell to his stomach as he rushed to pull Richie to him, and it seemed like that was all Richie needed to lose control. His knees buckled, and Eddie sunk down to the floor with him, cradling Richie’s head against his chest. It had been a long time since he had seen Richie like this, and they sat like that for awhile, Richie heaving sobs into Eddie’s pajama shirt, the water from his clothes soaking into Eddie as he held him.
As the tears began to subside, Eddie rubbed a few small circles into Richie’s back. “Do you want to talk about it, Rich?” he murmured into Richie’s ear.
Richie stilled for a moment, before shaking his head, to which Eddie merely nodded.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to. I’m here, I’ve got you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to Richie’s temple. He had a good guess about what had happened anyway. Whenever Richie came to him like this it was usually because of one of his parents. He didn’t see any blood yet, so it was likely his father, as his mother was usually too drunk to do more than throw empty bottles at her son.
“I love you, Richie,” he said softly, holding Richie tighter to him, and eliciting another quiet sob from the boy in his arms, who was slowly drawing back, and Eddie let his hands fall to rest at the small of Richie’s back, before bringing one up to brush the wet curls out of Richie’s face.
“Kiss me?” Richie’s voice was so small, and felt like it was being ripped from his throat. Eddie almost felt like crying himself, but he didn’t. Not right now.
He merely leaned in, the hand that had brushed the hair away from Richie’s eyes now cupping his cheek softly and he pressed his lips to Richie’s, who held onto him tightly in return, as if he was afraid that if he let go, Eddie would disappear. He took Richie’s bottom lip between his own and felt Richie let out a ragged gasp into his mouth, before their lips separated, and he let his forehead fall against Richie’s.
They held each other there for another moment before Eddie opened his eyes and lifted his head.
“Why don’t we get you some dry clothes, Rich?” he offered. “You can stay here tonight, everything is going to be okay.”
Richie nodded in return. They both knew that Eddie couldn’t really promise that, but neither said anything. For now, this was enough.
thanks for the prompts, friends! i’m gonna keep plugging through ‘em today ♡
The Angel of Death came to Ibraheem عليه السلام and told him to that it’s his time for his soul to be taken and so he (Ibraheem) asked the Angel of Death ‘Oh angel of death, have you seen a dear friend taking the life of another dear friend?’ Then the angel of death went back to Allaah and told Allaah what Ibraheem had said to him… Look at the answer of Allaah, He [Allaah] said, “go back to Ibraheem and say ‘Have you seen a dear friend who dislikes to meet his dear friend?’” And when the angel of death came back and told him the answer of Allaah, Ibraheemعليه السلام said, “Take my life and soul away from me at this very moment.”
Who is ready to meet Allaah? From amongst us who? The only ones who are going to wish to meet Allaah, are those people who’ve done the righteous deeds…
Bennington, born in Arizona, completed the band in 1999 as the last piece of the puzzle and became their lead vocalist. As a child he was molested, as a teenager he went on to fight for his life against every kind of drug – opiates, cocaine, crystal meth, LSD. He was a wreck. „If I’m being honest, this band saved my life. I never had a family like Linkin Park.“ That’s how grateful Bennington is, who at one point even juggled with suicidal thoughts. „I can’t put my love for these guys in words, it’s so unconditional. The way it should be in an actual family. Shinoda can vividly remember the first months with his band mate: „Chester was a weird guy. But it clicked and now he is an extremely important part of my life. I can absolutely count on each of these guys 100 percent. There is no group like us today anymore. You will need a lot of patience for this.“ A lot of patience because obviously you will get to know every bit of a friend’s character in 17 years after all. Linkin Park go on highly successful worldwide tours during the last decade. But things are more complicated behind the scenes than it seems on stage. Bennington falls back into addictive patterns, this time with alcohol. „Nobody else but me can take responsibility for my mistakes and problems. There is a point where you have to realize this in order to stop“, he reports about that time. His best friend Shinoda agrees. „I can only live my own life, not his. But I will always be supportive, no matter what. I will be there. That’s the most important thing we always made sure to tell him.“
me??? doing bad art??? its more likely than you think
I gotta say the first time an internet friend told me Thomas had taken part in heathers, I sat there for a full minute and legitimately thought “ah yes, he must’ve played the red heather” then spent the next 4 minutes crying as I realized my mistake, so have some Thomas Sanders featuring some rlly good leggys bc high heels make everyones legs look bomb
The thing is to be happy. No matter what. Just try that. You can. It gets to be easier and easier. It’s nothing to do with circumstances. You wouldn’t believe how good it is. Accept everything and then tragedy disappears. Or tragedy lightens, anyway, you’re just there, going along easy in the world.