the others are mine

I’m so sorry this took so long!! I’ve written and rewritten this many times but i finally decided that what i have is good enough. Sorry for any mistakes- NOT BETA’D!!!!!!!!!

pairing: reddie (main) and stenbrough (side, but mentioned a lot) (SURPRISE) 

warnings: none? just some college boys pining, being stupid, and making out 

word count: 1,352

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it’s half timing and the other half’s luck



“For the last time, Bill, I am not going on a blind date.” Eddie huffs and looks up from a book he’s reading. Bill pulls it out of his hands.

“C-C’mon. You can d-double with Stan and I.”

“No, absolutely not.”

“He-He’s exactly your type, E-Eddie.” Bill argues, “He’s Stan’s roommate, d-does that make it better?”

Eddie taps his chin, pretending to think. “Hm. No.. Now can I have my book back now? Please”

Bill groans and throws it at his chest.


Eddie sighs and continues to read, curious to why his friend and his boyfriend are so suddenly interested in setting him up with someone. He doesn’t dwell on it. No, not when he’s got a book in his hands that has the greatest love story of all time in it.

“B-By the way, Twilight sucks.”

“Fuck you. No, it doesn’t, Bill. You’re just jealous because you wish Stan would come watch you in your sleep.”


“Richie, c’mon, why won’t you go on the double date?” Stan puts a hand in his hair, groaning.

“I don’t want to meet up with someone I don’t know, Stanley.”

“You won’t be alone! Me and Bill will be there! Hence the term, double date. It’ll be fun.”

Richie looks up at his friend’s pleading eyes. “I totally would but I have my eyes on a cutie in my English class.”

“You’ve never even talked to him.”

“We’re soulmates, Stan. He doesn’t know it yet.”

Stan sighs, “Whatever, Richard. But when you go missing on the love of your life, don’t come crying to Bill and me.”

“If I say yes, will you stop harassing me?”

“Yes,” Stan is grinning widely.

“Then yes.”


“Richie said he would go on the date.” Stan tells his boyfriend. They’re sitting in a booth at their favorite cafe.

Bill nudges his ankle, “Fuck. Well, now there’s a slight problem.”

“What is it?”

“Eddie didn’t agree. I swear, t-that boy is the most stubborn person I’ve ever met. A-And it sucks! Because Richie is t-totally his type.” Bill makes a face and entwines his fingers with his boyfriend’s. “What now?”

“Well I say we ignore Eddie’s protest and I’ll bring Richie here to this amazing cafe, and we’ll have that double date.”

Bill laughs, “That’s a great plan.”

“Isn’t it?” Stan rubs his finger over Bill’s knuckles. Bill smiles in agreement.


In the morning, Richie makes sure he looks his best. He really doesn’t want to go on this blind date tonight, and maybe, just maybe, if he can talk to the cute boy from his English class, he won’t have to.

-

“Alright, I want everyone to split up into pairs. You’re going to be writing a two-thousand word essay together about poetry.”

A collective groan errupts through the room.

“You can bounce ideas off of one another! It should be a piece of cake,” Richie’s professor seems genuinely excited about this but he has never wanted to drop out more.

Suddenly, he’s being tapped on the shoulder. He turns around and it’s cute boy staring right at him.

“Uh, hey.. I’m Eddie.. D’you wanna be partners?”

YES!!!!!!!

“Yeah, sure. M’Richie.”

-

“Wait- wait,” Eddie puts a hand on Richie’s shoulder, laughing. Richie feels like he’s burning at the touch.

“You- you walked in on your friend and his boyfriend using your bedpost as a dildo?” Eddie has tears in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Richie laughs, “I guess desperate times calls for desperate measures? Although, I did buy a new bed frame that night. My bank account hated me for weeks but I would have hated myself even more if I kept it and continued to sleep with the evidence right in front of my face.”

Eddie throws his head back and laughs. Richie doesn’t think it was that funny, but he also doesn’t think he’s seen anyone ever so beautiful so he doesn’t say anything.

Richie opens his mouth to talk again, but their professor cuts him off again, “Alright, everyone. Class dismissed. I expect this essay handed in by next Thursday- no lates accepted!”

“Wow, uh.. We got nothing done, did we?” Eddie giggles and Richie really wants to kiss him.

“I guess not..”

“Well, hey, my roommate and his boyfriend are going out tonight, why don’t you come over and we can tackle it then?” Eddie’s tone is hopeful.

“I can’t, I’m going on a date tonight.” Richie wants to kick himself. Why the fuck did he say that? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Oh, alright.. Well, We can discuss something in class tomorrow, then?”

Richie nods, “Yeah, that sounds good.” He watches Eddie wave and walk out of the classroom. He swallows down the affection that balled up in his throat, packing up his things, before leaving as well. He sighs, knowing that now he’ll never have a chance with Eddie.


“C’mon, Richie. Bill and his roommate are waiting for us. We’re going to be late.” Stan purses his lips before groaning. “Get up, Richie.”

“No, I ruined my chances.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Cute boy from English! We really hit it off today and he invited me over so we could work on our essay, but I told him I was going on a date.” Richie shoves his face in a pillow.

Stan sighs, “Maybe this means you two aren’t meant to be then. This date could be good for you.”

Richie looks up, sadly. “Fine.” He is not happy about this. “But I am not happy about this.”

“That’s.. Fair.”

Richie stands up, straightening his shirt, glaring at his friend when he sprays cologne all over him.

“It’s going to be fun,” Stan smiles. Richie puts a fake one on his face to please him.


“Bill, I really don’t think this is a good idea. I thought I told you no anyways?! Why don’t you listen to me, like, ever?”

“C-Can you please shut up? T-They’re going to be here s-soon.”

Eddie narrows his eyes, “Fine.  But I am not happy about this.” He slumps in the booth and crosses his arms.

Eddie’s feelings about it change when he hears the bell go off up front, and mere seconds later, Bill’s boyfriend, and Richie from English Class are standing in front of him.

“Mind if we join you guys?” Stan smiles and leans down to quickly kiss Bill.

“Eddie, t-this is Stan’s r-roommate, Richie,” Bill says.

Stan is about to introduce Richie on his part, but the two are already staring at one another.

“You,” They say in unison.

“Are.. Are we missing something here?” Stan looks at Bill, who shrugs.

“Stan, this is the cute boy in my english class, the one I’ve been talking about.” Richie tells him, but his eyes never leave Eddie’s.

“Oh my god.”

“W-Well on that note, we’ll be back.. Gonna get some m-menues..” Bill and Stan stand up, watching their friends as they walk away.

“You didn’t tell me that you had a date tonight, too.” Richie finally sits down next to the smaller boy.

“Yeah, I wasn’t too thrilled about it, if I’m being honest. Bill kept me in the dark about pretty much everything. But I wouldn’t have been so against it if I knew it was you.. Kinda have had a crush on you since the beginning of the semester..” Eddie wraps his fingers around Richie’s wrist, drawing him in closer.

Richie grins, “I wasn’t too thrilled either, just said yes to get Stan off of my dick. But, now.. I’m feeling quite the opposite..” He ducks his head in towards Eddie’s, licking his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And, well, that’s all there’s left to say before Eddie drags him down by his neck, pressing his lips hard against Richie’s.

Soon enough, Richie has one knee on the booth’s seat and a foot placed on the ground, tongue shoved down his throat, and a hand sneaking up Eddie’s shirt.

When Bill and Stan return to see this, they simultaneously agree to leave.

Richie and Eddie leave not long after, but only because they were kicked out.

They go to Richie’s shitty pickup truck and continue what they started.




hope this is what you wanted!!! i had a lot of fun writing this!!!

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You know what, Lister, I just had my third realisation of the day. I had two earlier, but I didn’t share them with you. I’ve realised that the thing that’s kept me from succeeding all these years isn’t my parents never being proud of me. It isn’t all the bullying I endured at school. It isn’t the time I complained about my cold gazpacho soup. It isn’t ANY of those things. You know what it is? It’s YOU!
—  Arnold Rimmer
I’m back??

Hiya! It’s Caitlin, aka hehulk!! I know I’ve been away for soo long (since May? Maybe before?) But I’ve officially finished year 12!! That’s the main reason why I’ve been gone. Now, though, I’m ready to come back, but my interests have changed a lot. I’m no longer into supernatural and teen wolf (+sherlock, doctor who, which were all the main things on my dash) as much as I once was (part of the reason I lost interest in this blog) but the shows I love don’t seem to have fandoms that make aesthetic graphics. Please rec me any blogs that post pretty graphics from:

  • brooklyn 99
  • bojack horseman
  • preacher
  • sense8
  • hannibal
  • how to get away with murder
  • marvel (especially the netflix shows)
  • stranger things
  • the 100
  • izombie
  • orphan black
  • in the flesh
  • merlin
  • misfits
  • game of thrones
  • harry potter

Because I guess I still have the same aesthetic? Just different interests. If y’all want a more in-depth explanation of why I left and what’s been up with my life, let me know. Also, I’m a bit confused as to who’s still around and who’s posting what under which names. This has left me at a loss as to who to tag. 

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I’m sorry to announce this

but I won’t be doing any more Pantless Heroes edits anymore.

Thank you for all of the support for my stupid shenanigans up until now

their love is the purest thing there is, it clears my soul

what keith did for one year alone in his shack

  • used to crunch on dry spaghetti for every meal
  • washed his clothes in sprite
  • ‘if there are any ghosts here tonight, can you make me sneeze?’ forces himself to sneeze 'hOLY-’
  • when there was a desert storm he would run straight at the lightning, screaming the whole time
  • labelled his water tank 'sweat’ and his gasoline tank 'water’
  • had never sworn out loud before because of authority figures. the first time he finally did, it was in a whisper and he giggled so hard he blacked out
  • had a pet rock named 'not-shiro’
  • he would talk to it and ask it questions
  • 'not-shiro, can i gargle with soap if i run out of toothpaste? you’re right, that’s stupid. i’ll use laundry detergent instead’
  • the only song he had on his iPod was the barney theme song and he would breakdance gently to it
  • found a cave full of strange lion carvings and his first instinct was to lick the walls
  • 'don’t mess with me i have a knife!!!!’
  • the desert lizard he’s threatening just blinks back at him
  • missed seeing cute boys. saw himself in a mirror and got so startled he punched it
  • found himself subconsciously spelling 'lance’ in his alphabet soup and got so mad he dunked the whole bowl on his head
  • he would write in the sand 'aliens hit me up i am single and willing’
  • took pictures of strange desert cryptids for his conspiracy board but they were just selfies
  • used his radio to listen for any news of shiro and make chewbacca noises on public channels
  • 'i don’t like sand. it’s coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere’
  • when he sat on his hoverbike he would pretend he was in an old spice commercial
  • every time a shooting star passed overhead he would gasp and whisper 'shiro’
  • snuck back to the garrison so he could carve 'kieth’ into all of iverson’s belongings to torment him. only realised he spelt his own name wrong after the 546th carving
  • 'snapshot this google earth!’ before he would raise his middle finger up at the sky