It’s a few days after…well, whatever it is that happened at the middle school–and Flo is filing the paperwork from when Powell and Callahan brought in Jonathan Byers. Hopper interceded, insisted that the Byers family was going through a lot at the time and Jonathan was just acting out. Neither Callahan nor Powell had been happy about having to do the paperwork, and maybe that explained why they had failed to get Hopper’s signature.
“Chief,” Flo calls as he breezes through the office, trying not to interact with anyone.
“Hmm?” he grunts, still hustling towards his office.
Flo sighs and follows him, closing the door behind her. “I need you to sign off on the paperwork for Jonathan Byers.”
“Ugh. Fine.” He takes the paperwork from her, gropes for a working pen to use.
“Do you know who he reminds me of?” Flo asks, finally growing exasperated and giving Hopper the pen in her pocket.
“No, who?” Hopper doesn’t really care, but he asks to be polite. He’s trying to be better about that now.
He pauses, pen hovering over the form. “Really.”
“Mmm-hmmm. I can recall a certain young lady having to get ice for your face that day at the diner.”
Hopper remembers that day with a surge of–what? Guilt? Giddiness? Embarrassment? That had been almost twenty years ago. He’d been sixteen then–the same age Jonathan was now–and head over heels in love. He forgets, sometimes, that Flo used to wait tables in the diner he and Joyce used to frequent. She’d seen everything–including the day he’d gotten in a fight with George Burness after he’d called Joyce an unflattering name. He recalls that the owner of the Hawk Theater had called that same day to report vandalism, some kids who’d spray-painted another unflattering name on the marquee for all to see.
“I told Nancy Wheeler the same thing I told Joyce Horowitz,” Flo says, stirring him from his reverie. “Only love makes you that crazy, and that damned stupid.”
Hopper finally looks up, handing back the signed paperwork and pen. “Huh,” is all he says.
Flo gives him a Look. “Chief.”
“I know,” he sighs. “I’m being damned stupid.”
She looks satisfied. “Long as you know.” And with that, Flo swans out of the office. She doesn’t know the real reason Will Byers disappeared or what the Upside Down is or any of that, but Hopper has a feeling that if she did know, she’d just say it again.
Only love makes you that crazy…and that damned stupid.
a concept: we know that mike keeps all the drawings will gave him, so what if will collects something mike gives him, as well? what if he writes down every nice thing mike has ever said to or about him? “do you want to be my friend?, “don’t listen to them. they are just mean bullies. you are so much cooler!”,“you are so important, will! what would we do without our cleric?”, “wow, this drawing looks so cool!”, “i’ll always be by your side”, “you’re my best friend”, “it was the best thing i’ve ever done” … he writes it all down in a small notebook, with the exact date next to it and sketches of mike every other page that become more detailed and precise the older he gets.
hi :) so i recently hit 3k and i thought i would put together a list of my favourite reddie fics to celebrate!! all the fics are linked to ao3 so just click the work title and it’ll take you to the fic! tysm to everyone who has followed me ily all!! (none of the fics belong to me unless stated - if any authors whos fics are on this list wish for them to be removed please message me and i will remove it straight away ty) also let me know if you liked this and i’ll make another fic rec list :) enjoy!!!!
ugly moon by weepies aka @oaf (Richie Tozier hasn’t spoken a word to anybody since he came to Derry in the middle of the school year. Until he talks to Eddie Kaspbrak., 15573 words, WIP)
You’ve Got Mail, Eds! by rose02 (Eddie Kasprak and Richie despise each other, it’s just too bad that they’re anonymously best pals on tumblr, 5599 words, WIP)
The Sun Sets In Your Direction by addielouwho (It’s been four years since Richie inexplicably began to distance himself from the rest of the Losers Club and started doing things he’d never thought he’d do. He doesn’t know it, but he’s lost.Maybe Eddie can find him and help heal the wounds that have begun to fester on his soul…, 58299 words, WIP -this is probably my favourite reddie fic, its so good!!)
Stray Dogs by Seeingredfics (Being a severe hypochondriac with an ADHD ridden homeless kid sleeping in your basement can do some serious damage, as Eddie Kaspbrak was about to find out., 32945 words, WIP)
so emotional by melliesgrant (eddie kaspbrak is crushing on the school’s radio host ‘records tozier’, it’s too bad they’ve never met., 21578 words, WIP - oh my god, go read this…go read this NOW. its amazing)
The Smol Shiro Fic Rec MasterList updated: 11/19/17
because there isn’t enough smol!Shiro in this fandom, and they’re hard to find. I’ve compiled a list of all the ones I know of.
Disclaimer: in the course of making this, I realize that @bosstoaster and I have written 98% of the smol!Shiro fics that I know of. There’s so much between us that I guess I forgot smol!Shiro isn’t as prevalent outside….us…? - I must’ve missed some somewhere. I’d love to remedy that. Any other smol!Shiro fics out there?
In the meantime….the list, as I know it!
The first half of this list is populated by an excellent smol!Shiro writer herself, @bosstoaster.
A Smol Outake- 2.5k, one-shot, Sam suggests Shiro purposefully take an afternoon off. Gold.
The Mane Event - 7.5k, double-whammy featuring both Kuron and Shiro as smols. Regardless of how you feel about Kuron, this is entirely too cute to resist. So worth itttttt aka boss tricked me and it’s so cute I’m weak
by yours truly.
The Size Of Our Actions - 65k, 12/20 chapters. Shiro’s deaged and the rest of the Paladins must cope until he can be restored to rightful size. ….hopefully.
The remainder of my smol!Shiro set has only been posted on tumblr. These range in size from 200 - 2000 words.
Know some smol!Shiro fic that I’ve missed? Inspired to write your own? Hit me up! The world needs more smol, and I may update this list again at a future point in time. I’d love this corner of fandom to not merely be a toaster-onion party. :) Come join us! And happy reading!
Plz write a richie/eddie fic for me. A coffeeshop AU????
They’re here again. The Couple.
They’re not really a couple. At least, Bev doesn’t think they are. They don’t act like a couple. Of course, they could be hiding it–it’s a small town, and outside of the college campus, the town of Derry doesn’t look too kindly upon gay folks. But something tells Bev that they aren’t a couple. She wants them to be. But they might not even be gay.
Yeah, she thinks with a snort. If they’re straight, so am I.
(She’s not, for the record.)
“’Ello, ‘ello, gov’nah,” Richie says to her, drumming his hands on the counter. He always orders with one of his voices, and he gives her the names of his voices in place of his own. She’s scrawled Buford Kissdrivel and Tootles and Officer Nell and a whole host of other names on coffee cups, but never Richie. The only reason she knows his name is because his friend is constantly saying it, in varying shades of irritation.
“What’ll it be, boyo?” she asks in a fair Irish accent.
“Oh,” he says, switching over to his Officer Nell voice. “Just a wee iced mocha there, lass.”
Bev doesn’t know what emboldens her to ask, “So when are you going to ask him out?”
Richie blinks. He’s wearing glasses today, and his eyes look huge and owlish behind the lenses. “You’ve noticed.” He isn’t doing a voice, and that’s how Bev knows how serious it is.
“Yeah. So?” she taps the tablet and then flips it over so Richie can sign it. “What’s the holdup?”
“Hi Eddie, we’ve been best friends since second grade and I think I’m in love with you,” Richie says, frowning at the tablet. “Yeah, that’ll go over real well.”
“Well,” she says, getting to work on that mocha. “Considering he’s in love with you too, I think it will.”
She isn’t looking, but she can feel Richie blinking at her. “You think so?”
“Darling,” she says with a smile, “I know so.”
She makes Richie’s coffee and he goes back to the table and they don’t talk about it anymore. They don’t talk until Tuesday, and even then it’s just for him to order a coffee in another stupid voice. But something is different today. She can’t put her finger on what it is at first, but finally she realizes: they’re so quiet. They’re normally so loud, constantly talking over each other and clamoring to be the wittiest person at the table, but today they’re talking in low murmurs and smiling at each other.
Her suspicions are confirmed when Richie reaches across the table and twines his fingers in Eddie’s. They’re grinning at each other with these giant, stupid grins, and it’s so fucking cute.
Richie gets up for a second coffee eventually, and when he does, Bev meets him at the counter with a stupid grin of her own.
“Shut the fuck up,” Richie tells her.
“And here I was going to give you a congratulatory drink on the house.”
“I say, Miz Marsh,” he says, sliding right into Buford Kissdrivel. “Would you be a deah and get me anothah iced mocha?”
She does. “So?”
“So we’re in love and we spent all weekend making out in his dorm room, okay?”
Bev grins. “Good.” She gives him the drink for free and watches him go back to Eddie. They hold hands for at least another hour, and Bev has a stupid grin on her face the entire time.
Tooru had been wandering aimlessly in the castle gardens for nearly an hour by the time his hanger-on finally caught up. In the two moon’s turns he had spent so far in Corvana, Tooru had only been able to shake off his guard a handful of times. He almost wanted to ask what had taken the knight so long to catch up to him today.It was twilight, the closest Corvana ever got to a real nightfall, and the reddish-gold light draping the cloistered gardens in warmth and shadow seemed to soften everything around him: the brilliantly colored flowers, the crisp cut lines of the stone walls, the sound of the approaching knight’s boots, crunching on the gravelled path.
It’s posting time for the @fantasyhaikyuuexchange!! Here are my gift(s) for @cas-allmyfavoritethings, who requested: magic, prince Oikawa/knight Iwa, medieval garb and a Oikawa+Suga friendship quest. My assigned fantasy creature was vampires, so obviously I went with the super creative and original idea of vampire prince Oikawa… on a diplomatic mission… for love(?) lol
I signed up for art but ended up writing a short fic to go with it. Cas, I hope you like it!
Why is everyone sleeping on the stranger things scene where they play should I stay or should I go and try to communicate/connect with Will by bringing back memories??? It was so emotionally satisfying???
El’s so grateful Mike insisted on giving her a ride to school on his bike because it gives her a chance to review all the advice she’s gotten from the party over the last couple weeks
But a lot of their suggestions conflict (Lucas: “If you don’t know the answer when a teacher asks a question, don’t make eye contact with them or they’ll call on you” Dustin: “No way, you want to look the son of a bitch right in the eye to let them know you’re not afraid. Then, they’ll call on someone else. It’s a power move.” Max: “No, don’t listen to them, just pretend to be really engrossed in taking notes.”)
She gets her class schedule and it’s still a little surreal to see her name (Hopper, Jane) written down
She can’t believe how many people are at school and it’s a little overwhelming until she grabs Mike’s hand squeezes
He squeezes back right away and doesn’t let go as the walk to their first class
The class is English, which Eleven loves instantly (the teacher keeps talking about all these cool books they’re going to read—apparently one is about grapes and El can’t believe someone wrote a whole book on her favorite fruit)
She writes down everything the teacher says and fills up three pages in her notebook (although she wonders if she wasn’t supposed to because Mike didn’t take out a notebook at all and he keeps looking at her funny)
She has to part from Mike for math class, but Will sits in front of her and keeps passing her funny drawings and notes so the class goes by fast
After the bell for lunch rings, they exit the classroom and Mike runs up to them, panting, and starts asking El a million questions about how math class went
Eleven’s favorite part of the day is definitely lunch because she gets to sit with all of her friends and listen to them joke and argue and laugh
Everything goes smoothly from there until the last class of the day when the teacher asks them to pair up with someone they don’t know and then introduce their partner to the class
Eleven panics for a second, but Mike immediately turns to her, sticks out his hand, and says, “hi, my name’s Mike, short for Michael”
When the final bell rings, Eleven can’t believe after two years of begging Hopper she finally got what she had been asking for: a day of being a normal kid
Kasi and me had been joking about getting teamed together and when it actually fucking happened I couldn’t believe my eyes, couldn’t believe I’d actually have that much luck (…didn’t help that I read the mail at 3 am on a work night, rip).
This feels less like a collab and more like a very special, loving gift by Kasi to me.
(I might just say it’s a love letter, cause I’m a sap)
(I ONLY JUST REALIZED I’M COPYING THE TITLE, this genuienly is so special to me, I might as well treat it as your personal love letter to me. The possum lounge can be our landfill 💘)