i was on this bed

anonymous asked:

ok it would honestly make my whole week if you could do a little blurb about Richie and Bev smoking cigarettes together and Richie is stressed and he confesses that he's like completely in love with Eddie and Beverly gives him advice. 💕💞

Here you go, friend! “little blurb” is not in my vocabulary!

Richie’s hand jittered as he tried to light the cigarette perched between his lips. The corners of Beverly’s mouth turned down and her eyebrows scrunched together. They were at Memorial Park, leaning against a tree not far from where Stan bird-watched. They had cut school to hang out, just the two of them; sometimes they needed it to be that way, to talk freely about their lives and wants and futures they way only best friends could. But Richie had been struggling with something and Bev intended on finding out what.

“Okay, spill,” she said, grabbing the cigarette from his lips and placing it between hers to light, taking a drag before handing it back over. She lit one of her own and settled against the tree, ignoring the itchy grass tickling her bare legs.

“Spill what?” Richie inhaled deeply, like the cancer stick was his lifeline. She smacked his arm.

“I know you’re hiding something from me!” He started fidgeting at her words: crossing his legs, scratching his right arm, his scalp, between his shoulder blades, excessively, the way only he could when he was nervous and hiding something. 

“No, I’m not-” Beverly held up a hand to stop him.

“I know all of your tells, Richie, and fidgeting is a big one.”

He huffed loudly and crossed his arms, glaring at the redhead.

“So?” She nudged him, not giving up.

“I have a lot on my mind.”


His face burned red as he thought of the boy, brunette hair matching his dark eyes, a smile that made Richie’s insides do the cha cha every time it was directed at him, his voice like honey…

“Richie!” Beverly shook him, hard. “Stop daydreaming and spill!”

“FINE. ihaveacrush.”


Clean out your ears, Marsh.” She grinned at him, eyes dancing with delight.

“I have a crush.” He whined, burying his face in his hands. 



“You’re not as subtle as you think.”

He groaned, deflating like a balloon as he pitched forward, faceplanting into the grass. The arm of his glasses most definitely broke off again.

“Don’t you have someone else to annoy?” His voice was muffled by the ground.

“Nope, you’re stuck with me all day,” she sing-songed before tugging on the back of his shirt, pulling him back up.  He tried rewrapping the tape but it was no use. He shoved the glasses into his shirt pocket and it was understood that Bev would be his eyes on the way home.

“Richie Tozier? Afraid? I never thought I’d see the day.”

“I’m not afraid! I’m just…I have a lot on my mind.”

“Like how to woo Eddie.”

“Who says ‘woo’ anymore? You sound like my grandmother.”

“Look, just ask him out.” 

“That’s easier said than done.”

“It is easy, Richie! Just do it already!”

“That’s what your mother said last night. Ohhh!” He held his hand up for a hi-five and Bev rolled her eyes, snorting when he brought his other hand up and slapped his palms together.

“You’re an idiot.”

“It’s complicated… because it’s more than a crush. It’s full on can’t-eat-can’t-sleep-head-over-heels-Michael-Bolton-writes-songs-about-this-shit. I AM IN LOVE WITH EDDIE KASPBRAK.”

Beverly gasped, her eyes wide, mouth forming a smile already. 

“YES! I won!”

“Won what?”

“I bet the guys I could get you to admit it was more than a crush by 2 p.m. today.”

“You assholes bet on me?!”

“Yep! Ten bucks each!”

Richie got up and brushed his pants off and squinted his way to their bikes they left over by the bird bath. Bev called out for him but he ignored her. Fortunately, he was blind as a bat without his glasses so she caught up to him fairly quickly.

She grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around.

“Look, I’ll split the money with you. Just promise me you’ll tell him. I can’t stand seeing you this miserable; your jokes are seriously lacking and they weren’t even that funny before.”

“I want 30.”

“Fine, you baby.”

“How do I do this, Bev? You know I’m all talk.”

“Be yourself, Richie. I shouldn’t be telling you this, but he admitted as much to me two weeks ago.”

“TWO WEEKS?!” He bellowed, sending the birds in the water flying for the trees. “You let me mope around for two fucking weeks?” She simply shrugged.

“I learned from the best. Honestly though, you two are perfect together. You annoy each other in all the right ways. It’s meant to be. Tell him. Tonight.”

“Is this another fucking bet?”

“No. It’s me wanting my idiot best friend to be happy.”

They formed a plan that night to win Eddie over. They enlisted Ben’s help to write a poem, Mike’s help with a mixtape, and stared him down as he stared at the phone, called Eddie, told him he needed to talk to him the next day and it was nothing bad but, well, he’ll see. 

ships-sailing-in-the-night  asked:

#36 plz 🙃

you and @soundoftherain were on the same page tonight :D

36. “Is that my shirt?”

Chloe looks down at the gift that Lucifer had given her with awe.

“Do you like it?” he asks nervously. 

She looks up at him and smiles. “I love it.” That he had thought of her at all while he was gone was sweet, let alone a gift that suits her so perfectly. 

He relaxes, relieved. Then his brow quirks. “Is that my shirt?”

She looks down at the garment in question. “Um.” She honestly doesn’t really recall putting it on, though she has a vague recollection of sliding across his floor, Tom Cruise style. There’s no denying that it is Lucifer’s shirt though, the cut of it is custom and it smells like him, smoky and spicy. “I think so?” Chloe offers sheepishly. 

He clears his throat. “I dare say that it looks better on you.” Chloe blushes, feeling her cheeks warm. “Linda seems to have purloined my robe. At this rate I won’t have anything to wear at all.” he grouses good-naturedly 

And doesn’t that just paint her a mental image. 

“Still, it seems the two of you enjoyed yourselves in my absence. I hope you were at least drinking the good stuff.”

Chloe makes a noise of confirmation. 

He claps his hands against his thighs. “Well, if I can impose on you a moment longer, I’ll change and relocate to the couch.”

“I thought Linda was on the couch.” Chloe says, remembering Linda dozing in the living room area when she dragged herself over to his bed.

He laughs quietly. “She was. I carried her to the guest suite.” 

“Oh.” Chloe says, her brain still running slow.

“I’ll shower and get out of your hair.” he tells her. He stands and makes his way to the closet and then reappears with a neat pile of folded clothing in his hands and ducks into the bathroom. She hears the shower start up and tries valiantly to ignore the fact that he’s naked and separated from her by a wall.

The steady sound gradually lulls her into a light doze as she snuggles down into his ridiculous black sheets. He emerges a few minutes spelling clean and damp, his hair curly and free of product, his briefs low on his hips. He’s wearing a different robe, dark blue, but it’s untied. He stops by the bed and offers her a quick smile, taking a pillow. 

“You won’t mind if I?” he lifts the pillow, conveying his intention to take it to the couch.

“You can sleep here.” Chloe says easily, before she can think better of it.

He hesitates. “Are you sure?”

She nods. “’S a big bed.” and she pats the empty space next to her.

“Alright.” He cautiously lowers himself to the bed, pulling only the comforter up, staying atop the sheets. When he’s made himself comfortable she rolls over and curls up next to him. She feels him freeze, but she stays still and keeps her breathing steady. He slowly relaxes and just as she falls asleep, wraps an arm around her.

“Goodnight, Chloe.” he murmurs and she drops off into slumber.


Thank goodness Girlfriend finally let me put her down (of course, on the floor, she just likes the freedom of wiggling around I guess), because I could get started meal prepping instead of waiting until Donald comes down to keep her occupied for me. I have to run to the store to get more meat for the week, and then still do some school work…….gonna try to get it done before 5pm so I can get to bed around 6pm for my shift 😣😣