alarm watch

What to do if you suddenly find yourself homeless


  • Find your nearest food bank or mission, for food
  • grocery stores with free samples, bakeries + stores with day-old bread
  • different fast food outlets have cheaper food and will generally let you hang out for a while.
  • some dollar stores carry food like cans of beans or fruit


  • Sleeping at beaches during the day is a good way to avoid suspicion and harassment
  • sleep with your bag strapped to you, so someone can’t steal it
  • Some churches offer short term residence
  • Find your nearest homeless shelter
  • Look for places that are open to the public
  • A large dumpster near a wall can often be moved so that flipping up the lids creates an angled shelter to stay dry


  • A membership to the YMCA is usually only 10$, which has a shower, and sometimes laundry machines and lockers.
  • Public libraries have bathrooms you can use
  • Dollar stores carry low-end soaps and deodorant etc.
  • Wet wipes are all purpose and a life saver
  • Local beaches, go for a quick swim
  • Some truck stops have showers you can pay for
  • Staying clean is the best way to prevent disease, and potentially get a job to get back on your feet
  • Pack 7 pairs of socks/undies, 2 outfits, and one hooded rain jacket


  • first aid kit
  •  sunscreen
  •  a travel alarm clock or watch
  •  mylar emergency blanket
  •  a backpack is a must
  •  downgrade your cellphone to a pay as you go with top-up cards
  •  sleeping bag
  •  travel kit of toothbrush, hair brush/comb, mirror
  •  swiss army knife
  •  can opener
Pearl Shattered Pink Diamond

So after the episode The Trial, I think it’s pretty clear who actually killed Pink Diamond. The Crewniverse is all about foreshadowing. Things have been foreshadowed or hinted at or left loose ended for sometimes anywhere between 50 to over 100 episodes.

Now, the show has been dropping hints literally since the series began that Pearl might have actually been the one to do the deed. But, I think that Zircon finally puts all the pieces together that were needed to confirm that it was Pearl.

Exhibit A:

“All Gems have shapeshifting powers, Steven.” - Pearl, Cat Fingers (S1E6)

Well, that’s really interesting Pearl. Really interesting that we’ve seen Amethyst and Garnet and even Steven shapeshift, but never you. Do you have a traumatizing incident you’ve been covering up for 5,000 years that might have something to do with that?

Exhibit B

“Well, if you ever want to see a demonstration of proper sword techniques, I’d be happy to show you.“ - Pearl, Steven the Sword Fighter

We’ve known for a LONG time that Pearl is a master with swords. And what shattered Pink Diamond? A sword.

“Who cares about her shield? Her huge sword is what I remember.” - Eyeball, Bubbled

“It was a sword! You…shattered her…with a sword!” - Blue Diamond, The Trial

It’s been mentioned a few times. Now, we ASSUME that it was Rose Quartz’s giant pink sword that Steven pulled from Lion’s mane. But, nobody has ever actually described it as such that was a witness. All that has been said is that it was a (huge) sword. That would be just the kind of thing the crew would use to try to throw us off the trail. Rose Quartz isn’t even shown using a sword in The Answer, but Pearl wields two. She has been working with swords for seemingly far longer than Rose.

Exhibit C:

That’s an nice looking insignia you have on your uniform there, Pearl. Say, aren’t you heading to Homeworld? Isn’t it the proper thing to do there to show off your loyalty to your Diamond? Look at that Pink Diamond on your chest there.

Exhibit D:

“I was there. I saw it with my own eye.” - Eyeball, Back to the Moon

Now, at this VERY MOMENT that this line is stated, Eyeball is currently being duped into thinking Amethyst is Jasper, just because she shapeshifted into someone that looks like Jasper. She’s purple. Jasper is orange. Added to the baseball game the Rubies were also duped into playing, Rubies can be EASILY fooled. Even when it comes to the shapeshifting department.

Exhibit E:

Now, Pearl’s expression here could mean much the same as Garnet’s. Garnet didn’t plan for Steven to find out like this. Neither did Pearl. But is Pearl, perhaps, much more worried that Steven will find out the REAL truth of who shattered Pink Diamond? Her reaction is just so much more dramatic, like her reaction is based on a different set of feelings than Garnet’s. Maybe this one is reaching a little bit, but let’s move on.

Exhibit F:

“Does this have anything to do with Pink Diamond? I already know mom shattered her, so what is it about this that you can’t tell me?” - Steven, Steven’s Dream

“Please, you’re making Pearl very upset.” - Garnet, Steven’s Dream

Why would Pearl be so upset about Pink Diamond’s palanquin? Or about Pink Diamond being shattered? Sure, it was an awful event. But it was helpful to the rebels. And Rose Quartz did it, anyway, so why would Pearl have reason to feel bad or be overly upset about? I mean, it could be because she used to belong to Pink Diamond and betrayed her and shattered her, but you know, that’s just a theory.

But you know, it would be really bad if Steven and the other Crystal Gems found out that not only did Pearl lie to them, but Rose Quartz as well. By the way Steven, your mom wasn’t quite as horrible as you were told. By the way, that gem you’ve been looking up to as the most mom like is the real shatterer.

Exhibit G:

“Because at the time that Pink was shattered, Rose Quartz had been a recognized threat for several hundred years. There were no Rose Quartz soldiers in her entourage and none in her guard. So how did a Rose Quartz, with no business being anywhere near Pink Diamond, get so close to her in the first place? Where were Pink Diamond’s attendants, Her Agates, Her Sapphires? And where was her Pearl?- Zircon, The Trial

It seems VERY significant that the crew would have that question be at the very end of Zircon’s line. Almost like they were trying to make it stand out on purpose.

But, much much more than that, Zircon stated that Pink Diamond had Sapphires on her court. Those who could see the future. Who would be looking into it for when and where Rose Quartz would strike next. Their focus would be on her. Their focus would be on looking towards outside threats to their Diamond.

Where would their focus not be? On the most trusted member of Pink Diamond’s court. The gem who was closer to her than any other gem, even a Diamond. Her Pearl.

Why would Homeworld even consider that a Pearl could think for herself? That a Pearl had the ability to shapeshift? They wouldn’t know. And when the dust settled and all that remained was a shocked Pearl and no Rose Quartz… who would be called as the MAIN witness to the crime? The gem who would have been RIGHT be her side during the whole ordeal. Her Pearl. A gem known to be able to holographicly replay and recreate events. Someone who was already a record keeper.

Exhibit H:

“Even if she did, wouldn’t her Pearl have cried out in her alarm, “Watch out, My Diamond!"” - Zircon, The Trial

Zircon is absolutely correct. Why would her Pearl have not been able to warn her? Even if all her guards and all her future seeking Sapphires somehow missed all of Rose Quartz’s planning and her sneaking up on them, why would the gem closest to her not give out any warning? But the line goes on to provide far more evidence.

“No, whoever did this was already close to Pink Diamond. Someone her guards would allow to get near her, someone she would listen to when asked to stop her palanquin, and step outside, and someone with the authority to cover it up afterward!” - Zircon, The Trial

The only thing Zircon got wrong was the part about authority. A Pearl would have been a record keeper. Able to, as previously stated, replay the event of Pink Diamond being shattered in its entirety, from her own point of view. Able to muddle the details of the event, seeming as if she was watching it all happen in shocked horror, while quickly committing the crime herself, instead. Someone the Diamonds would have trusted to be truthful, because why would she lie about the oh so tragic death of her Diamond?

All eyes would have been on Rose Quartz. Nobody would have been paying attention to her Pearl. Nobody would ever pay attention to a simple Pearl. They are, after all, just Pearls.

Yet, who would have been closer but the Pearl traveling WITH her INSIDE her palanquin? Who might have suggested they stop, and who might Pink Diamond have listened to? Who would the Sapphires never have their future vision turned towards? And who could have flubbed the story to cover it up after?

Exhibit I:

“I want to hear what she has to say.” - Blue Diamond, The Trial

“How? How did you do it?” - Blue Diamond, The Trial

“How did you shatter Pink Diamond?” - Blue Diamond, The Trial

“But the question no one seems to be asking is, "how?"” - Zircon, The Trial

"I’ve been asking that question.” - Blue Diamond, The Trial

THIS is why Blue Diamond is so adamant about knowing HOW Rose Quartz did it. Being able to slip past future vision and slip past guards was not built into the genetic make up of the Rose Quartz gems. How, then, did Rose come to possess such powers?! That is what is driving Blue Diamond crazy. But you know what? Rose Quartz didn’t possess those powers. Because Rose Quartz didn’t do it. Homeworld, the Diamonds, and even all the rebel forces on Rose Quartz’s side, were only meant to believe that she did.


Consider that we know NOTHING of Pearl’s backstory. NOTHING. We do not know who owned her on Homeworld. We do not know when she rebelled.

We’ve gotten origin stories for Garnet and Amethyst, but Pearl remains shrouded in mystery despite us being 132 episodes into the series.

Why would it be such a secret if it wasn’t a big deal? Her backstory has remained scarce, been dodged around, and avoided. Something very important to the series is hidden in her backstory, in her history. Something that I think is going to be revealed very soon.

4 O’Clock || pjm



Summary: Your roommate keeps bringing boys over and you have thin walls. but that gives you a good excuse to go nap in your crush’s dorm.

Genre: fluff, college au

Length: 0.9k

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIMIN!! also i totally didnt write a thing because i knew this would be the perfect gif nope

Originally posted by herthealbum

Mornings were Jimin’s favourite time of the day, the morning chorus would begin with a few birds at first, always singing a new tune with a sky streaked with pinks and purples as a background. But all of it was broken when he heard the door to his dorm slam open, turning in alarm to watch you rush in with your cheeks a dark shade of red.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” He asked turning on his balcony to face you with his arms crossed, the thin white curtains fluttered slightly in the wind and Jimin tried to suppress any feelings of happiness form showing on his face as he tried to make you explain the reason why you had barged into his dorm so early.

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50 Things I’m Convinced Harry Styles Does (in bed): A Fluffy List

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1. Says, “Pretend we’re koalas and I’m your baby and I have to hold on to you,” and wraps his legs around your waist and his arms around your torso, not allowing you to move.

2. On the rare occasion that he’s the big spoon, he cups your breasts while he falls asleep, subconsciously squeezing them every so often as he drifts off.

3. Whines, “No, no, no, no,” into your hair when the alarm goes off.

4. Watches you get ready while he rests his head against the mattress, a soft smile on his face when you pat his cheek as you walk by.

5. Stretches all four of his lengthy limbs across the bed while you’re taking your makeup off in the bathroom. When you’re done, you shake your head and lay on top of him until he’s forced to move.

6. Whispers, “I love you so much,” in the middle of the night when the two of you switch positions.

7. Says, “Sorry, not comfy,” when he’s unable to find a comfortable position and has rolled over at least twenty times in the past five minutes.

8. Tells you stories about growing up when neither of you can sleep.

9. Rubs his hands up and down your sides while you cuddle face-to-face, stopping his fingers at the underside of your bum and wiggling his eyebrows to make you laugh.

10. Asks you to run your fingers through his hair to calm him down when he’s too restless to settle into sleep.

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How can I tell if I’m awake or dreaming?

I did a post earlier about waking up extremely dissociated from a nightmare and being unable to tell if I was awake or not, it got a lot of notes so I figure I make a small list of things that help me tell if I’m awake or not. 

So a little context - at one point I had tried lucid dreaming (big mistake) because I would wake up from one dream, and be in another dream. Full blown inception mode, waking up several times into a different dream and being unable to tell what was real. Eventually it went away on it’s own, but it didn’t make it any less scary. 

  • Look at your hands and feet. When I used to lucid dream, I would do reality checks. These reality checks can be applied even if you aren’t lucid dreaming - things like your fingers (the number of your fingers), your palms (the details of your palm prints / finger prints), your nails (size of your nails, condition), they don’t translate over when you’re in a dream. It’s why another reality check is looking at a clock, because the hands of the clock and the ticking are another set of details that won’t add up in a dream. You might not be able to see your hands in a dream, or the time on the clock won’t be visible. 
  • Temperature. Just like breaking yourself out of a dissociative episode, feeling a change in temperature can indicate whether or not you’re awake or not.  Make yourself a cup of hot water, or a cup of hot coffee - now set it on the counter and go watch a video, let yourself get absorbed in that video. All done? Now go back to the drink. If the video you watched was all of 4mins long, but your coffee/water is ice cold, it could indicate you’re dreaming. Things like temperature change during dreams in an illogical manner, or sometimes aren’t evident at all in the world. 
  • Taste test. Carbonated drinks, vinegar, mint, things with a strong taste can help your body wake up in a sense - you might be feeling numb so a blast of flavor might be able to get your gears rolling and help you realize you’re awake. Activating your five senses is also a good idea - smell those old socks, feel the pages of that book, trace the outlines of grass in the yard with your finger. 
  • Story Focus. In dreams the focus of the story tends to move and shift around a lot, you know, you’re in the store one second but the next thing you know you’re at school failing a math test. If you’ve got your phone or a watch on you, it’s time to set a fifteen minute alarm. In fifteen minutes if your viewpoint, the things happening around you, haven’t had an unexplained shift in environment/story, you’re awake. The alarm will go off, and you can keep resetting that alarm. 
  • Social Media. Go watch the news, like I said before, fine details have a hard time translating in dreams, and sometimes seeing current day events where the date / time / weather is repeated by the spokesperson can help reaffirm that you’re awake. 

In all, just remember to remain calm - in a dream, you are safe. In the event that you aren’t safe in your dream, that’s okay! Because it means you’ll wake up. If you’re awake and you can’t tell if you’re awake, you’re still safe. Because you wouldn’t do anything to put yourself in harms way. Asking yourself is this logical can also be reassuring - logical things don’t always happen in a dream, and it’s up to you to be able to notice them. These things can take practice, but rest assured it’s better to be doing something then not doing anything at all :) 

Dating Patrick Hockstetter Would Include:

· Him stealing flowers out of people’s gardens on his way to meet you before school

· Him breaking into your locker to leave notes

· Sometimes they’d be funny, sometimes they’d be sexy, sometimes they’d be sweet

· If you had a class at the other end of the school, he’d also break into your locker to meet you there with the books you needed so you could get all the way there in time

· Him kissing your neck and whispering in your ear when you were trying to study or do homework

· His disgustingly sexy smirks when you wore shorts or a dress

· Him glaring at anyone who looked at you in a way he didn’t like

· Him always having his hand on you somewhere to let others know you were his and only his

· Him getting a bit handsy in public when other guys stared at you

· Making him look you in the eyes when he was about to go into a rage or a panic

· Him not knowing how to comfort you when you’re upset

· He’ll either just hold you until you stop crying or lash out in anger at whatever caused you to be upset

· You keeping an alarm on your watch for when he needed to take his meds

· You walking to and from therapy with him for support

· Teaching him how to play with cats tHE RIGHT WAY

· Getting him books about bugs so he could look and learn without killing them

· Him flinching every time you touched him at first, then slowly melts into your touch as he gets more comfortable with you

· Him stealing snacks and little knickknacks from corner markets for your dates

· You being sarcastic and him being a jackass

· You and him going to punch Henry at the same time the first time you meet the gang and Henry said something sexist

· Henry and the gang also becoming protective over you over time, seeing you as the ‘princess’ of the gang

· You and Belch talking about Slayer, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, Metallica, and other metal bands while the rest of the gang did dumb guy shit

· The gang teaching you to defend yourself if you ever got into trouble without Patrick around

· Whenever he goes to hang out with the gang, you send him with lil lunches you packed for them all

· Wearing his flannels and button ups in the fall

· Watching a slasher movie every day of October

· Him lending you some of his shirts to sleep in during the hot summer months

· Him breaking into your room window at night cause he has trouble sleeping when he’s alone with his thoughts

· You reading a novel out loud so he could be distracted from his thoughts and finally sleep

· Him refusing to move if you fell asleep on him

· He’d just watch you curiously or observe your breathing patterns

· Him being a rough and dominant kisser

· Him pinning you against walls, beds, anything really to kiss you

· Him smirking in amusement every time you tried to match his height and kiss him

· Although he’d give in and lean down after a few seconds

· Him a l w a y s being the big spoon

· Him watching curiously when you did things like paint or move along to music

· You playing with his long skinny fingers

· Playing with each other’s hair

I Do, But He Doesn't

Summary: Richie is the best man at his friend’s wedding but he knows that he has to stop it or else regret it for the rest of his life.

A/N: “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” Yeah, so freaking cliché, I feel like I’m writing a romantic comedy, blah.

Word Count: 2345


It really was a beautiful set up. The church was small, rather quaint compared to some of the others that they had considered. It had been decorated in a sea of blue and silver, the colors covering nearly every inch of the place. She had chosen daisies as her flowers, so the centerpieces and bouquets had been a mixture of tones of blue daises. The groomsmen were in traditional suites, their ties cobalt while the bridesmaids wore a floor length silver gown. It was as if plucked from a dream, a fluffy, happy, perfect dream that only a bride could come up with.

And Richie hated all of it.

He stood outside, sucking down his fourth cigarette in thirty minutes. His concentration was fleeting as he repeated his speech for the millionth time. Each words sounded like a load of shit coming from his mouth but he kept trying, each attempt worse than the last. An alarm sounded on his watch and he cursed, tossing his half smoked death stick to the ground before stomping on it with his dress shoes.

As he reentered the church the smell of daises wafted back to him, making him feel sick. He ignored the guests as they rolled in, greeting one another as if this wasn’t the worst day of the trashmouths life. Like he wasn’t dying inside. He neared his intended room, taking in a deep breath before entering, his heart nearly pounding right out of his chest.

“There you are!” An excited voice cooed, Richie couldn’t help but smirk as he turned towards his friend. “God, I thought I lost the best man for a second.” Eddie joked, taking three long strides until he was right in front of Richie. “I need you to do my tie. Ma will kill me if it isn’t done right.”

Richie gulped down the lump in his throat, nodding as his fumbled with the silk. He wasn’t sure how, but his shaky hands finished the task quickly before he lost his mind at their closeness. Eddie frowned, sending the trashmouths stomach to the floor. “You smell like an ash tray.” He mumbled, shaking his head. “I should be the one that’s nervous not you. It’s my wedding.”

There was a painful rip in Richie’s chest at the statement, he could practically feel his emotions seeping through the open wound. “I know.” He managed to reply, rubbing the back of his neck. “About that-“

“Can you believe I’m getting married? And to a catholic girl? Pretty crazy right?”

Richie sighed, his stomach churning painfully. “Yeah. Crazy.”

“Thanks for being here. I know the others are groomsmen too, and Bev is a bridesmaid but I really needed you to help me get through this. I knew I could count on you.” He smiled up to Richie, making the trashmouths head spin. “You’re my best friend Rich.”

Richie tried to bite back to the tears but a few escaped, rolling down his cheeks. Eddie noticed immediately, rubbing his arm for support. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

He sniffled, trying to compose himself. “No. No it’s not you.” He choked, “It’s never you Eds.”

“Then what is it? Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry.” Richie whimpered, whipping away the tears from his eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry to do this to you right now, but there isn’t any way I could live with myself if I didn’t.” Eddie shook his head, confusion covering every inch of his perfect face. The trashmouth managed a chuckle, it was pathetic and weak but it was something that could ground him to the situation at hand. “Eddie, you can’t marry Myra.” 

“W-What?” The small man replied, taking a step back from his friend. “What are you talking about?”

“I know it sounds rude and it’s so fucking terrible for your best man to do this but you can’t marry her. She isn’t right for you.”

Eddies face turned red, his body shook in frustration as he hissed, “What the fuck Richie?”

Richie flinched, tears still blurring his vision. “I’m sorry.”

“Where is this coming from?” Eddie asked, raking his hands through his perfectly sculpted hair, ruining it forever. “You told me that you liked Myra.”

“I know.”

“You were there when I picked out the ring, when I asked her to marry me.”

“I know Eds.” Richie whispered, feeling his heart crack at the horrific memory. “I know all of that but you can’t marry her okay? You just can’t.”

“Why not?” He asked, shaking his head. “She’s a good girl and this is what people do right? So why shouldn’t I marry her?”

Richie clenched his fists, his nails digging into the tender flesh of his palms. Warm blood began to run down into the crevice of his fingers but he ignored it. “She isn’t right Eds. I’m telling you as your best friend, you aren’t supposed to marry her.”

“Then who am I supposed to marry Rich?”


The earth stood still, time became irrelevant as the two stared at each other, both shocked that the confession had come out. The simple word ate away the air around them, poisoning them with every second that passed. It was Eddie who spoke, so soft that if they weren’t the only ones there it would have been lost. “What did you just say?”

“I said you’re supposed to marry me.” Richie managed to repeat. Eddie stood there, staring at him, his mouth gaped opened. Richie could feel his heart rip from his chest, practically presenting itself to the man before him. The look on the grooms face was unreadable, his eyes completely distant. “I-I love you Eddie. I’m sorry it took me this long to tell you and fuck does my timing suck but you can’t marry her. You’re supposed to be with me.”

“Richie I-I” The smaller man paused, sighing heavily. His hands rubbed his face, obviously shaken by his friend’s words. Richie frowned, closing the gap between them. Slowly he lowered his face, lingering just above Eddie’s lips.

He expected the groom to shy away, to slap him and spew some profanity in his direction but he didn’t. Eddie just stood there, his eyes fluttering as he looked up at Richie. The trashmouth’s hands found his hips, pulling him closer. Eddie responded, sliding his hands behind Richie’s neck.

Richie kissed him, his chapped lips and lingering nicotine brushing against Eddie’s perfect porcelain mouth. There was a moan that stretched between them as the kiss deepened, both of them becoming hungry for the others touch. Richie’s hands moved without his permission, pushing the groom’s jacket from his shoulders and allowing to fall to the ground. Eddie reacted, shoving the trashmouth against the wall, practically ripping his jacket off. They fumbled with one another, their hands pulling at the clothing they wore. Eddie unbuckled Richie’s pants, speaking under his breath. “Fuck Richie.”

“I know.” Richie replied, allowing the smaller man to slide his hand down his overly tight dress slacks. He let out a ragged moan, feeling Eddie’s hand grip onto him. Richie pressed himself into him, nipping at the other mans exposed skin. It was like wildfire and Richie wasn’t sure if he could stop but he knew it was supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be them.

There was a knock at the door that halted their movements. “Eddie, you’ve got five minutes.” Mike’s voice spoke through the barrier. “Have you seen Richie? I can’t find him anywhere.”

Eddie ripped himself from Richie, stumbling as he walked towards the door. “No, I haven’t seen him. C-Check in the alley, he’s probably smoking.”

“Yeah okay.” Mike replied, “I will.”

“Okay.” Eddie replied, dismissing his groomsmen. He looked back to Richie, shaking his head. There was something that he had said but it was uncommendable. He leaned against the door, not bothering to adjust his clothes as he slid down to the ground, burying his face in his hands.

Richie felt his heart sink. Slowly he approached the groom, kneeling down to his level. “Eddie.” He whispered, rubbing his knee gently.

“What am I going to do now?” He whispered, “I can’t face them after what we just did, what I just did. Fucking shit.”

“I’m sorry.” Richie choked, sighing as he kissed the other man’s knee. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen this way, I just want you to be happy.”

“I didn’t even know I was unhappy Rich. I never though this-we would happen and now? Now I’m completely lost.” He replied, undoing his messy tie before tossing it to the side. “I was supposed to get married today.”

“You were.” Richie replied, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him. “I fucked everything up.”

“Yeah. You did.” Eddie retorted chuckling. “Way to crash a wedding Tozier.” The trashmouth smiled, leaning in and planting a chaste kiss on the groom’s lips. The smaller man sighed, leaning his head against Richie’s shoulder as he pulled away. “What now?”

Richie smiled, “I have an idea.”

Beverly bit her nails, darting her eyes around the drug store parking lot. Her weight shifted in her heels, pulling at her bridesmaids dress. She cursed the damn thing, pulling at it angrily. Ben appeared beside her, his suite hugging his now fit body perfectly. “Are they here yet?” He asked, removing the bags from the other car and placing them on the hood.

“No. I texted Bill and he said they were on their way.” She replied, pulling out a cigarette from her behind her ear and lighting it. “I just hope Mike can calm all those people down, you know how Eddie’s mom is.”

“Oh, I know. I’m just glad Richie texted us before Eddie sent that note, god can you imagine what it’s like there?” He asked, leaning against the car beside his wife.

“I can, I had to deal with that bridezilla for over a year. She’s just like Eddie’s mother.” Beverly hissed, taking in a long drag of her death stick. “There’s good news though.”

“What’s that?”

“Stan owes us twenty bucks. He said that Richie would stop the wedding at the altar, I said just before.” She smiled up at him, smoke trailing from her nostrils. Ben smirked back, kissing the tip of her nose fondly.

Bill’s car pulled up then and Beverly groaned. “Finally.” She hissed as the four men exited the vehicle. “What took so long?”

“I had to get your twenty.” Stan replied, handing his friend the bill. “Your good at these things, should I be worried?”

Beverly only smirked, biting her bottom lip and slipping the money into her bra. Eddie rounded the car and sneered, “I can’t believe you guys betted against my wedding.”

“We didn’t.” Bill corrected, “We b-bet on Richie ruining your wedding.”

“Well they do have a point Eds.” Richie joked, following close. “I did ruin your big day.”

Eddie pursed his lips, ignoring his friend’s laughter. “Yeah ha-ha, funny, except you guys aren’t the ones who have to face all those fucking people.”

“Hey don’t worry about that right now.” Beverly cooed, tossing him one of the bags. “You’re about to go on your honeymoon. Cheer up.” She tossed Richie the other one, winking. The two pulled off their suites, changing into the clothes that had been shoved into the bag hastily.

“Do you think it’s wrong of me to go? I mean I did leave her at the altar.” Eddie asked, his stomach twisting painfully. He could only imagine what she was going through right now, what everyone was going through. Richie and he had ruined the wedding, jumping through the window and calling their friends for an immediate evacuation.

Ben shook his head, allowing Richie to steady himself by clutching onto his arm as he slid off his pants. “No, she was a horrible person. Total bitch.”

There was an accumulation of agreement between the group and Eddie’s face flustered. “What? Why in the hell didn’t any of you say anything? You all said she was okay!”

“Yeah well we planned on Richie growing a pair long before you got engaged.” Stan replied, accepting Eddie’s dress shirt as he handed it to him.

“Hey I have a very nice pair, thank you very much.” Richie replied, making a crude gesture through his jeans. The group rolled their eyes, practically groaning at the sight.

“I hope you keep that shit to yourself when you’re my best man.” Stan hissed.

Eddie laughed, pulling on the last of his garments. “You don’t want him as your best man. He was mine and now look.”

Stan cringed, “You’re right. Eddie you’re my new best man.”

“I don’t t-think so.” Bill interjected, “He’s mine. Your stuck with your original, no trading.” They bickered for a moments until Eddie and Richie were finished changing.

Beverly stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with happiness. “Here are your tickets.” She whispered, handing Eddie a small booklet. “Call us when you land okay?”

“Okay.” He replied, embracing her. She planted a gentle kiss to his cheek before pulling away. The others hugged the two briefly, each of them sharing their own words of encouragement. Ben handed them the keys to his car, lecturing them about safety and handling to which they nodded annoyingly.

Richie took the driver’s seat, awakening the engine. Eddie followed slowly, sliding into the passenger seat with a sigh. “You aren’t regretting this are you?” The trashmouth asked, looking over to the now ex-groom. “Because if you are we can just go back. I know I sprung this on you and Myra isn’t all that bad, I mean she is but if you do actually love her than you should be with her not me because-“

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie breathed. Slowly he interlaced their fingers, bringing Richie’s hand to his mouth and placing a gentle kiss on top of his wrist. “You were right. I am supposed to be with you.”

Richie smiled, his heart swelling. “I love you Eds.”

“I love you too.”

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hey guys

so this fic is a sad one, but please READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. It has themes relating to cancer and death, big ones, so if that upsets you or could possibly be a trigger, please read at your own risk. 

also ive been very fortunate to never experience someone that has cancer close to me, but i have dealt with death close to me. so i apologize if its off or not right, let me know if it is so i can fix it

i did a bit of research so i hope that was enough

love u all also this is based off the mcr song

i hope u cry

summary: richie has cancer

words: 2735

pairing: richie and eddie

Richie knew something was wrong. He woke up every day this week with a headache, which usually got to be unbearable to the point where it made him feel sick. He had thrown up multiple times and he knew he had to get to the hospital. Richie approached the tall building on his bike, feeling his stomach becoming sour. He can’t shake the feeling that he’s not just sick.

He approached the desk at the front of the room, practically falling against it. Richie was sweating and he could feel his energy draining. “I need… I need to see a doctor… It’s… It’s an emergency..” He barely managed to slur out. The room started to spin and his stomach cramped into knots. The nurse managed to catch the boy before he hit the floor, picking him up and taking him to an ER doctor. As soon as Richie’s head hit the gurney, he was out cold.

 Richie awoke with a start, breathing in sharply and sitting up quickly. His arm stung lightly and he realized he had tugged the IV poked into his arm. The room he was in was white all over, baby blue curtains surrounded the room and shielded him from seeing what was beyond them. A doctor pushed aside the paper curtain, holding a metal clipboard. The doctor looked up and saw Richie was awake, offering him a kind smile.

“Hello, Mr. Tozier, is it?”

Richie nodded slowly, a dull throbbing in his head.

 “We did a couple tests while you were out and… We seem to have some terrible news,” The doctor spoke slowly, solemnly. Richie could tell he wasn’t faking it, the guy was genuinely upset. A sigh left his lips as he made eye contact with Richie, sitting down in a chair opposite him. “Richie, I’m sorry, you have leukemia.”

 Richie couldn’t process what was happening anymore. The doctor’s lips were moving, presumably explaining his condition, but he couldn’t hear anything. The world around him blurred. He was crying.His hands were shaking, reaching up to cover his face. His glasses weren’t there anymore, he didn’t know where they went. His entire body was trembling violently with sobs. He was going to die and he knew it. There was no way to pay for the treatment, nor did his parents even care regardless, even if his condition was terminal. It was bound to be and Richie couldn’t do anything to save himself.

The doctor wrote a small note and laid it on the bedside table, leaving Richie alone. He didn’t know how long he sat there in a ball, crying. It could’ve been half an hour, or maybe even two hours. Richie didn’t know. He felt numb as he sat there, his cheeks stained with tears. He grabbed his glasses from off the blanket where they had fallen off. Reaching over, he grabbed the small note that the doctor had left there prior to him leaving. ‘I know your home and financial situation (as I used to be friends with your mother) and I’ll pay for as many chemo treatments as I can for you’ it read, signed ‘Doctor Bryson.’

Richie was thankful, truly he was. He sat there with the note in his shaky hands, debating internally on one subject. Do I tell the losers?

He eventually settled on a no. Richie wasn’t going to subject his friends to that kind of turmoil. He could handle it alone, he always did anyway. It’s what he did best, ever since he was 9 years old. He crumpled up the note, letting out a sharp breath. It really hit him then, in that moment, that he was going to die.

Richie was acting weird as of late. Everyone in the Loser’s club had acknowledged it, some more than others. Beverly noticed first, though. Bev always picked up on changes in her friends before anyone else’s. It was her secret talent, you could say.

Richie came in one day pale and frail looking. He had been for the past week. Beverly glanced at him, wondering what was wrong. Maybe he was really sick. She decided, sliding into the seat next to him. “Hey, Rich, are you feeling alright?” She asked, leaning forward on the table and resting her head in her hand.

Richie nodded his curls bouncing from the motion. “Yeah, just sick.” He said confidently, giving her a smile.

 Beverly didn’t buy it, narrowing her eyes to study him. “What going on, really?” She questioned, sitting up.

 Richie shook his head, leaning back in the hard plastic chair. “Nothing. My lack of dick is making me sick.” He chuckled, glancing over at his best friend (and possible crush) Eddie Kaspbrak. “Hey, Eds!” He sang, dragging out the ‘s’ sound. 

   “Don’t call me that!” Eddie yelled from across the room.

   Mike was the second to notice something was up with the Trashmouth. During one of their weekly movie night sleepovers, he noticed Richie had missed out on at least two dick joke opportunities. That never happened, ever, especially with Richie Tozier. That kid never lets a joke that could be made go by unsaid. It was odd, watching Richie stare off into space for minutes at a time before he snapped himself back into reality.

Mike didn’t say anything as he watched Richie lull off again, his brown eyes seemingly clouding over. Something was wrong.
He watched for a few more moments when Richie finally snapped back into reality. Richie shook his head a bit as if trying to get whatever was bothering him off of him. He settled back into the couch, his eyes trained on the television screen. Mike made a mental note of this behavior before doing the same as Richie.

Bill, Stan, Ben, and Eddie all noticed when Richie didn’t come to school for a week. He never missed school, even when he had the stomach flu. He puked on the history teacher when they were kids, but even so, he came to school with that sickness. No one knew where he was. The Loser’s went to the office to ask and they said no one had called or given an explanation to his whereabouts that week. All of them were confused and Bill even tried to go to Richie’s house but no one answered the door.

Richie came back to school the next week, even more, sick looking than he had the previous weeks. A black beanie atop his head, he still strode in with his usual confidence even if he didn’t look the part. Eddie practically pounced on him when he walked through the double doors that Monday. “Where were you?” He demanded, hitting Richie in the arm in an attempt to show his ‘anger.’
Richie chuckled. “I was sick. I was throwing up and everything, it was really gross. But I’m sure you’d love to hear every last detail about it, huh?”

Eddie made a face of disgust, nearly gagging at the thought of throw up. “I’m good.” He said, turning off the alarm on his watch that started to go off. He had abandoned his fanny pack years ago after he found out his mother had been making him take placebos ever since he was a kid. His mother had a serious case of Munchausen by proxy that he hoped would die down now that he had realized. Regardless of this, Eddie still hated germs. It was embedded in him since he was a child and he didn’t think it was ever going to change.

Eddie finally noticed the dark gray beanie sitting atop Richie’s head. This was odd. He never wore hats, he said it ‘fucked up his perfect hair.’

“What’s with the hat, Tozier?” Eddie asked, getting on his tiptoes to remove the beanie to inspect it closer. Richie flinched, taking two small steps backward. The smaller boy furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion, silently asking what was wrong.

“You don’t wanna see my hair, toots, trust me.” Richie joked, seemingly regaining whatever it was he had lost a few seconds prior. “It is terrible.” He added, faking a Spanish accent on the last word.

Eddie scoffed. “Okay, whatever.” He blew it off, watching Richie walk up to Stan and start to annoy him as per usual. But Eddie couldn’t shake the feeling of something being wrong.

“Eddie, is there something wrong?” Beverly asked, hoisting herself onto the hood of Richie’s beat-up car. They were waiting for him to come back from the gas station’s convenience store with snacks. Eddie glanced up at her, staring at her expression for a little before shaking his head slowly. “What’s up?” She responded, taking a long drag from the cigarette between her lips. 

“I think something’s wrong with Richie.” He admitted, rubbing his arm gently.
Beverly hopped off the hood, instead leaning against it. “Me too. I noticed it a week or so ago, but I thought he was just sick.”

Eddie shrugged. “It’s making me nervous. I mean, since when did Richie wear hats?”

“He doesn’t,” Beverly stated, throwing the butt of the cigarette onto the pavement and crushing it with her boot. Richie approached them with a plastic bag filled with chips and soda, holding it up triumphantly. 

“Richie once again is the hero.” He smiled, setting the bag on the car’s hood. Beverly reached in, grabbing the sleeve of licorice and eating one.

Eddie watched Richie glance at his beat-up shoes and grimace, before looking up with a smile. “C’mon, Eds, I got your favorite. You know you love Reese’s.” Richie teased, throwing the small package at Eddie. It hit his chest and fell to the ground, Eddie not even bothering to attempt to catch it. “What the hell? Your arms made of spaghetti, Eddie Spaghetti?” He joked, reaching down and picking up the orange package. “Here.”

Richie placed it in Eddie’s hand, smiling a bit. Eddie gave him a smile back hoping neither of them saw his cheeks growing red.

Richie stopped showing up to school. A week turned into two weeks and two weeks turned into a month with still no sign of Richie. 

Eddie approached his house slowly, knocking on the wooden door. The door creaked open, his hand still raised in the air. He dropped his hand down and slowly stepped inside, quietly praying his parents weren’t home. Music was quietly playing from upstairs mixed with the sound of running water. Eddie slowly walked up the stairs, peeking through the crack in the door. Steam filled the room, coming from the bathroom attached to Richie’s room. 

Eddie felt like such a creep, but he was concerned. He glanced around the room before he noticed the water had turned off. Richie walked out of the bathroom wearing pajamas and Eddie nearly audibly gasped. Richie’s hair was missing in multiple places. He was nearly bald on the back of his head. He pushed the door open, stumbling into the room.

Richie turned on his heel. “What the fuck, Eddie? Why are you here?” He demanded, angrily.

Eddie was shocked into silence. He couldn’t process what was going through his mind. “Richie. What happened?” He asked softly, going to approach Richie. He stepped towards him, but Richie stepped backward. “Richie…” 

“You need to leave,” Richie said, looking down at the floor.

“No, you need to tell me what the hell is going on!” Eddie spat. “You don’t show up to school for a month and you expect me to leave?”

Richie let out a long sigh, kicking an old shoebox across the floor. “I have leukemia, Eds. I can’t… I can barely stand anymore… I have to…” He started to chuckle, tears welling up in his eyes. “I shower sitting down, Eddie! It’s like I’m a sad 80-year-old man.”

Eddie couldn’t breathe. “W-What? Richie- You- Why didn’t you tell us? Tell me?”
Richie shook his head, sitting down on his bed. “You think I was gonna tell everyone I was dying? No way in hell.”

Eddie frowned. “You’re not dying-”

“Really?” Richie yelled, trying to stand but falling back down. “You really believe that? I can barely stand! My parents don’t give two shits! The only reason I’m not dead yet is that Dr. Bryson’s paid for two chemo treatments! This third one is the last he can pay for and after that, Eds, I’m gonna die.” His voice cracked, a tear falling down his cheek. Eddie had been Richie’s friend since they were 13 and he’d never seen him cry. He knew Richie cried he just never thought he’d see him actually cry. 

“Richie, we can try and get you help.” Eddie offered.

Richie shook his head, taking off his glasses and covering his face. Eddie sat down next to him, wrapping his arm around Richie’s frame. He leaned into Eddie’s touch, tears still streaming down his face. Richie was broken and Eddie was breaking, he knew it.

Three months later, every Loser sat in the waiting room. Every Loser except Eddie, who they wanted to let say goodbye to Richie alone. They knew of their special bond. Eddie sat on a chair next to Richie’s hospital bed, holding his frail hand in his own. Eddie was on the verge of tears and his breaths were shaky.
Richie wasn’t breathing very well, but he still tried his best to talk to everyone who visited him, even his parents. The doctor informed him he had just about two months left and that was three months ago. Richie had pushed through an extra month but he lost his fight.

“I can’t believe I killed a… fucking clown and… cancer beat me…” He chuckled, starting to cough. Eddie let out a laugh, a tear falling down his face and landing on their intertwined hands.

“Eds…” Richie gasped, squeezing Eddie’s hand as tight as he could. “I want you… I want you to know… that… that… I love… love you… Eddie…”
As he finished his thought, Richie’s head fell back onto the pillow. Eddie sat up quickly. “Richie? Richie!” He tried to shake him but he wasn’t waking up. The monitor was beeping wildly. “Rich! Richie!” The beeping stopped and it was replaced by a constant whine. “Richie…” He sobbed, hot tears rolling down his red cheeks. He squeezed Richie’s still warm hand, bringing it up to his lips shakily, kissing it lightly. 

“Richie…” Eddie whispered, his voice cracking halfway through.
A doctor walked him out of the room, giving his condolences. Eddie walked out into the waiting room, all of the Loser’s standing upon his entry. “He’s..” He started, but in that moment it really hit Eddie that his best friend, his best friend that he loved, was truly gone. He started to sob again, falling to the tile floor. He curled up into a ball, feeling his friends surround him. Bill even wrapped his arms around Eddie tightly as he cried. Not one Loser’s eye was dry. Everyone in that room loved Richard Tozier, no matter how annoying he could get sometimes. In that instant, all of their world’s came crashing down. The Loser’s would never- could never- truly be the Losers without Richie.

“He’s gone…” Eddie cried, his eyes burning from tears. “Richie… He… I didn’t tell him.. I didn’t tell him I… I loved him back! I loved him back! I didn’t tell him!” Eddie became erratic, thrashing to get out of their arms. “I have to tell him I love him!”

“Eddie-” Bill grabbed him, holding him in place.

“Bill, I have to tell him! I love him! Bill, I love him! I didn’t say it back, I have to tell him!” Eddie was shaking violently, trying to escape Bill’s grasp. He was crying too.

“Eddie… Eddie, he’s gone… Please…” Bill was trying to get him to calm down but it wasn’t working. 

Eddie Kaspbrak was officially broken.


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and i look just like buddy holly

summary: eddie’s dragged to a halloween party

a/n: they are 17 in this story! this is a short story so i hope u all like it! the song richie sings is called “you’re so square” by buddy holly! based off of finn’s lip sync battle :’)

the group of friends parked a couple of houses down from their destination, due to limited spaces. this was the first of many parties eddie felt he would be dragged along to this month, and it was only the second week of october. it seemed like everyone in town was a halloween fanatic, besides eddie kaspbrak. sure, he liked sweets, but he could get those any other day of the year. he wasn’t fond of the gorey slasher films his friend, richie, picked out on fridays when all the losers met up at the rental store, because they lacked an actual story line. he liked carving pumpkins, but that’s because he normally did that with friends. over all, eddie couldn’t exactly figure out what the hype was.

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- “borrows” (steals) richie’s hoodies because “they look better on me anyway, trashmouth” 
- richie only lets it slide because eddie really does look handsome, and he likes seeing him in his clothes
- ben will listen to him when he complains about how exhausting and nerve-wracking giving himself injections every week is, and discuss the pros and cons of trying ointment or pills instead 
- richie setting an alarm on his watch to remind eddie to do his shot, because eddie threw his into the quarry in a fit of rage about his mom
- richie knows eddie’s pretty insecure about his size, so he constantly asks eddie to open jars for him, carry heavy groceries in, reach things up on the shelves
- beverly hypes him up when they go clothes shopping and he tries on button-ups and cargo shorts. she’s dedicated to the hunt of finding a decent men’s shoe in his tiny shoe size 
- eddie will take richie to the pharmacy with him to pick up his prescription, and richie always goes and finds the silliest bandaids he can for him
- bill teaches eddie how to style his hair, how much product to use, when to add it, etc etc
- richie likes to sit in eddie’s lap vs. the other way around bc he knows eddie loves it
- he always, always always introduces eddie has his “handsome boyfriend” and eddie will pretend to be embarrassed but his little heart’s all aflutter
- in the beginning, eddie’s a little shy about correcting people on his pronouns and richie always finds a way to bring it up. excessively
- “HE was wondering when HIS prescription would be ready bc this GUY and i have to be somewhere” 
- mike invites him to work with him on the farm a few days a week to build some muscle up to help masculinize his figure a little more, and they go on trail rides with horses and just talk about everything and anything 
- stan will give him tips on how to avoid the men’s bathroom during really busy hours, tells him where the single-stall bathrooms are in town if he’s ever out, and how to not be too nervous using one for the first time
- the boys teach him the mysterious dude handshakes and bev gives him a safe space to talk about all the issues that come with having female parts, and goes with him to the store to buy hygiene products and stuff so people don’t start asking questions 


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Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 5)

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Summary: You and Dean are getting comfortable in your relationship, but Bobby isn’t giving up and causes problems for Dean at work. Later, a house fire lands Dean and Benny in some trouble.

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,200

Warnings: mild smut, language, house fire, civilians trapped inside

Lingo Guide: “Striking a box” is when a department calls for help from surrounding towns. They can strike multiple boxes, which just means they call in towns from farther and farther away. “Recalling firefighters” means they’re asking men who are off duty to come into work to help out. “Working fire” means that it’s the real deal, smoke and flames confirmed.

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