bustle cage

anonymous asked:

could you do a hc's for reddie and stenbrough going out on a double date?? :)

(i know @eddiekasp will like this so! enjoy meggie!)

ok so the date they decide on is going to the batting cages in the early evening. this is because bill and richie both have always had convoluted dreams of being baseball superstars- baseball is, of course, america’s favorite pastime, right?- and eddie and stan just want to sit by and watch their boyfriends hit shit around, though they know they’ll still get roped in

before they even go to the batting cages, they go to a cute little diner stand next to the cages and get hot dogs, listening to the hollow twang of balls against metal bats and chain link fences and the low, gruff voices of the batters as they themselves talk quietly about school and how they’ve been doing, bill with his arm looped around stan’s waist, richie with his around eddie’s shoulder. they both occasionally stop talking to whisper to their partner or turn the conversation onto eachother, but for the most part, it’s richie using stupid voices to help bill explain to the other two how batting cages work (mostly eddie, because he’s never actually played, but stan has only ever been a catcher and outfielder, so he doesn’t pay attention to batting either).

once they get there, bill goes to buy the tokens. he laughs and smiles and talks to the pretty cashier a little too much for stan’s, who is watching from a bench, taste, and when bill gets back he scowls at bill until the redhead apologizes jokingly and hands him a helmet and bat. richie jokes about it to eddie, saying how eddie would never get as jealous as stanny does, because hes more sensible and he’s not such a birdbrain, get it, eds? birdbrain? because stan likes- never mind, eds, you’re no fun

finally, at long last, they get in the cages. eddie and stan are voted to go first, and richie bustles into eddie’s cage to fix his posture before they start. he lifts eddie’s elbows, moves his feet, and, slyly, puts his hands carefully on eddie’s hips to push them down, so eddie bends his knees a little. eddie slaps at his hands and richie laughs, keeping his hands where they are and kissing a very red eddie on the cheek. eddie tells his to get out and makes as if to hit richie with his bat, and richie shrieks in his southern debutante voice about being a polite lady and how gentlemen should never hit ladies, until eddie ignores him and asks bill for his tokens

bill, meanwhile, is talking through stan’s stance- he knows stan hates being  manhandled, so he just stands behind him and kind of directs him in a soft, almost sweet voice. stan listens perfectly and tries to imitate all the things he saw other batters do as well on the diamond, and bill congratulates him with a kiss on the head and a little shoulder pat. stan glows with pride, and asks to start at the same time as eddie.

and then they’re off- stan’s pretty good, because after all, he’s got the reflexes of an angel, and eddie’s… well, eddie is less than great. he hits balls, sure, but he really struggles for a while, and he yelps several times when the balls catch him off guard, since he’s talking back to richie, who’s doing a mix of heckling and encouraging his poor boyfriend as he hangs off of the outside of the cage. bill watches stan in satisfaction, mostly enjoying watching stan bounce around and try to catch stray balls, but occasionally giving him little reminders to keep his arms up and get on the balls of his feet for this, too. 

the tokens run out, and this time richie runs to get more, and he divvies them up between him and bill, bill lets him smack them into his palm, knowing richie is excited to show off, when richie proposes a competition- whoever hits more balls by stan’s count gets to give the other a forfeit. bill, knowing how shit richie is under pressure, agrees, assuming he’ll win automatically, and they start. bill stops to comment on how big stan’s hair got, since his own heat had frizzed it up under the helmet, and stan scowls again, before bill smiles it away like he always does and steals the helmet and bat. richie just bops into the cage and plucks the helmet and bat away from a very tired, very excited to watch eddie,  who goes to sit on the bench next to stan so they can watch their idiot boyfriends compete for their favorite prize- being able to humiliate the other.

and bill does start off strong- he gets almost all of the balls on the first token, which is around twenty balls, with richie close behind. not very close, but close enough. stan, who’s holding the tokens, hands them out again, smiling at bill softly and telling him hes doing great, and eddie does the same for richie. both of the batters smile and thank their little cheerleaders, and bill slips stan his jacket. richie teases bill for it over it, asking if hes so out of shape hes already hot from just twenty rounds, which eddie chastises him for in a hushed voice. richie just grins and pretends to apologize, and bill gives him a fleeting response, saying, “sure, yuh-yuh-yeah, rich, just shut your truh-tr-trap and pl-p-play.” 

and play they do- they’re almost tied, until bill seems to start slowing down- a miss here, a miss there, until all the tokens are eaten up, and richie has won the pirze of choosing a forfeit. he goes easy.

all he asks bill to do is tell stan the grossest secret he can. 

bill makes a face and so does stan, and richie cackles as he usually does when he’s just caused a problem, and eddie punches richie in the arm before grabbing his hand affectionately. he apologizes to stan and bill for richie’s being a dumbass, and he leads his still cackling boyfriend to their car, waving at the two before speeding off.

richie and eddie end the night with late-hour ice cream- they buy two cones with the intentions of having their own, but end up sharing, like always, they get the rocky road and the cotton candy, and take turns licking them until they’re gone as they hold hands on the roof of richie’s piece of shit car. they kiss on the roof once more, before sliding off and getting in the car to drive slowly, reluctantly home, full of promises to see eachother tomorrow and talk on the phone later. richie drives home, radio on full blast, smiling to himself about how nice eddie looked and how often he made eddie laugh- once every five minutes, not too bad- before he reaches home and hops into bed with the same shit-eating grin.

bill and stan linger a little longer on the benches, talking in murmurs until all the lights shut off and they share a secretive, long kiss under the cover of darkness before running back to the car. they drove around the skirts of town a little, laughing at the bad news channels running 24 hour headlines and imitating the grainy voice, before they start driving back into town and bill drops than off after he ruffles stan’s curls and gives him a “stay safe, babe,” and lets him out. stan waves at him from the window until he’s out of sight, and flops back on his bed, sighing long and loud as he thinks about all he and bill talked about. bill does the same once he gets home, and they both fall asleep with their thoughts full of eachother and the day and love, practically so strong that they have hearts dancing around their heads.

the whole town seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as the four all fall asleep.

its boys are safe sound asleep once again.

always safe.

lorieninksong said, about my tag of “THE VICTORIAN GOTHS ARE TAKING TOP HATS BACK”: 

And goodness Jillian, no one is taking anyone’s top-hats, bustle cages, etc. there’s more than enough for all.

You’re right, there is more than enough for all! :D 

But I have been on the receiving end of comments (from people in the steampunk community, no less!), that top hats are inherently steampunk, or that they think it’s great how I incorporated steampunk elements into my goth wardrobe (when I’m dressed in all black and wearing giant witchy jewelry). Most steampunk folks are wonderful and great people! But as in any community, there are people who are not.

(There are also everyday folks who say, “Steampunk?” at my usual outfits, but that doesn’t really bother me, as steampunk has (had?) gotten more mainstream press attention recently than Victorian goth.)