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Winter war

For: @fleeuriart @it-secretsanta-2018

“I think you’re a little too invested in these snowBALLS”

“Beep Beep Richie!”

Richie throws his head back in laughter as he watches Stan’s eyebrows furrow in disgust. They were currently situated in front of a fireplace in a cottage that they rented for break. It was all Stan’s idea. The idea itself was to have a nice getaway from school and just focus on themselves. He asked the others to come with, but they all had other plans. Ben and Beverly went down to Portland to stay with her aunt , while Mike was very apologetic about having to stay in Derry with his grandparents. “So, this trip is just for the gays” Richie had laughed. At first they were sad that they couldn’t all be together at once but quickly found out that being together was actually pretty fun. Richie and Eddie were never the type to have double dates, same goes for Stan and Bill, but with all the freedom they had. 

They could do a fuck-ton of damage.And by damage they mean pranks. Since they walked through the door pranks have become second nature. However, it was just between couples, until now. 

Stan pranked Bill by switching the sugar with salt, and that morning he got a _sweet _surprise in the form of bitter coffee.

Bill got him back by putting candy in their shower head. Once Stan got out the shower he was sticky from head to toe. “You should’ve seen his face when the towel kept leaving pellets on his arm!” Bill told Richie. “Wow, I honestly expected you to be an amateur at pranks but you’ve proved me wrong big bill” he responds giving him a high five. Eddie watched this happen and proceeded to tell Richie if he ever did that to him that he’d “rip off his balls and feed them to his mother.”

Do you really put anything past Trashmouth Tozier?

That same night Richie put peanut butter in Eddie’s shoes to make it look like some dog shitted in them. Richie was in the “doghouse” . Eddie completely shut him out for about 6 hours, the only reason that it wasn’t the whole trip is because Richie kept whining-definitely not because he missed his trashmouth- and pleading him for attention. So he allowed himself to talk to Richie only to pull the “cruelest prank ever” as Richie calls it.

It wasn't even a bad prank. All Eddie did was text "hey" to his ex, which was a fake number. Then Richie started spiraling saying "everyone wants his plate of spaghetti" and different variations of the phrase. It was a great form of entertainment for the boys.

“Take this seriously. If this is gonna work we have to stay focused.”

“AYE-AYE CAPTAIN URIS” Richie speaks in a sailor accent. Stan continued to work on the list as if Richie had said nothing. “This prank is going to put everybody to shame,” Richie counters. Stan shakes his head and huffs out what could be a laugh, but Richie sees it as a positive reaction either way.

The prank they were doing was Something Richie came up with. Stan hesitated at first because it seemed cruel, but Richie’s constant persuasion put him at ease of the situation. There was no turning back now.

~

It was around 7:00am when they started stalking towards Eddie’s room. Stan was 2 feet away from the door when he looked down and saw a gangly-limbed Richie Tozier crawling a few paces behind him. “What the fuck are you doing?” Stan harshly whispered. Richie just looked at him and put a finger to his mouth teasingly. 

Stan rolled his eyes. Now that he was at the door he slowly moved his arm toward the doorknob and twisted lightly and cautiously. At this point Richie was standing and taking the venture seriously. Eddie was in bed with the sheets covering half his face. The freckles on his cheeks were visible and prominent with a shiny glow from the sun. It took everything in Richie to not cue at how beautiful his boyfriend looked. Stan looked at him with a warning look, and Richie just nodded silently. 

Stan had the bucket of cold water in his hands and slowly walked over to Eddie’s sleeping form. He didn’t stir nor looked like he was awake in the slightest. Richie was holding back laughter with his hand over his mouth, but you could see the glint of fear in his eyes. Stan looked at Richie one more time before confirming that they were actually doing this.

‘No turning back’ Stan thought. The excitement was getting to him. Adrenaline coursed through his veins all the way down to his arms and drenched Eddie Kaspbrak in cold water. 

Eddie woke up with flailing limbs, and his breath heaving. Stan and Richie saw him just stand there with a calculating look, and you can see that once he connected the dots (from Stan holding an Empty bucket, and Richie just laughing while peaking through his long fingers).  Eddie looked up at Richie “you stuPID ASSHO-”

“There’s a hot bath waiting for you” Richie speaks with urgency, cutting Eddie off mid yell. His arms were stretched out in front of his body as if waiting for a blow.

Eddie looks at him with a one eyebrow raised as if to say ‘we’ll finish this later’. He gets out of the soaked bed and stomps over to the connected bathroom, not before pinching Richie hard on the shoulder. He yelps in pain before rotating his head to pout at Eddie, but he was already secluded in the bathroom.

“Time to wake up Bill”

Stan laughs “I’m not doing this prank on Bill.” Richie looks at Stan with an unimpressed look. ‘He cant be serious’ he thinks. All Stan does is obnoxiously laugh on his way out the door.

That’s when it sinks in that Stan was not joking.

WELCOME TO YOUR TWENTIES, MAMA!!!! they’re so good and so bad, all at the same time. i personally had a rough time between 20-22 but 23-26 has so far been a peach. as far as i can tell, the first half of being in your twenties is basically being like, “i guess .... technically ..... that’s me?” when someone yells for an adult. 

here’s my #1 piece of advice for you: don’t let your car get towed!!! if you have a car, don’t let it get towed. it’s so awful. they take it and write on it with this horrible chalk stuff that just WILL NOT come off and you have to just leave it on your car window for like 2 months so everyone knows You Got Towed and then eventually you drive to canada and your friend’s mom is like, “....not in MY backyard,” and sneaks out of her house before you wake up to clean it off with her Special Super Industrial Mom Cleaner.

It always starts the same. Shes brushing my hair, gently stirring me. My head in her lap is so comfortable I almost forget the sting of my handcuffs against raw skin.

She places the hood before me, simple leather in the shape of a dog's head, built to obscure everything but the eyes.

"Are you ready Baby?" In that sickly sweet voice of hers, smelling like warmth and summer days.

"No."

Her hand send me reeling, I feel the cinch of my cuffs before the slap registers. Just long enough to look up at her and spit, before I am rewarded with a kick. My stomach marked with the bruises of days, likely weeks past.

She will clean me, with cold hose water. Hand feeds me and makes me drink water through a pipette, droplets at a time. I've learned to not do more than whimper now, and biting is out of the question. Those cold wet nights and nights without meals.

Still she smiles at me, with that warmth. With a look of pitying care. She always brushes my hair as I sob in her lap. Sleeping and waking within her grasp.

The smell in the air was thick with booze. The clubs music was bumping. The perfect place for a feeding. Being the succubus that he was, Eddie always chose bars, and parties as feeding grounds. The sweaty bodies and desperate lust that filled his nostrils were what reeled him in and made his stomach growl angrily. Every human was dancing not knowing that they were in the presence of a demon that could turn their bodies to dust just from licking a stripe up their neck. 

He looks to his right seeing a man in a Hawaiian shirt and a red headband, he looked dumb. Perfect.

One of my Dark AU’s is a succubus AU so here’s a sneak peek if I ever write it.

oh, turtledove. you gotta be careful about kissing boys!!!! it can be a slippery slope from kissing boys to liking them, ALWAYS a bad outcome IMO. 

no, i’m kidding. it’s okay to kiss somebody and have it mean something, and it’s also okay to kiss them thinking it didn’t mean anything but then realize it did. it’s even okay to have lied (to them and/or to yourself) about it not meaning anything, knowing that it was gonna make ur heart go pitter-patter. i mean, it’s better not to, but we’re all human. sometimes a boy wants to kiss you and you’re Smart Brain is like “oh this is gonna be Bad for my heart later on,” but your Lizard Brain is like “DON’T CARE I WANTS ON THEM FROGGY LIPS” and that is what we call The Human Condition.

here is what i would do: tell him. just do it. i’m not saying it’ll work out, it might not, but never under any circumstances should you KEEP kissing a boy you like under the pretense of it not meaning anything. down that road lies only heartache!!!! i don’t want heartache for you!!!! you have already managed to do the hardest part, which is recognize internally that it meant something to you. 

you don’t need to like, get a boom box and play peter gabriel’s “in your eyes” underneath his window or anything. you can just tell him that you liked kissing him a lot, and having thought about it, maybe there could be something to this thing. would he be interested in exploring that?? if not, okay. you probably can’t kiss each other anymore, but sometimes that’s the way it goes and y’all can do other things instead, like eat waffles and throw popcorn at birds, or whatever it is that Youths do these days.

Milk was the farm’s specialty. The infamous “George’s All Natural Farm.” My grandfather built his brand from the ground up, and now I’m the sole heir. All the pressure fell on me to keep the name going, a skinny, tall, gay, black boy. I heard all the whispers.

“That girly boy wouldn’t know what to do with tools”

“Poor grandpa didn’t know he would turn out like that”

“The farm should go to someone with actual skill”

It hurt to hear my family berate me like a fleshless shell with no emotions, but what can you expect being a gay black guy in the roaring 20s.

~

I walk into the shed with little excitement, being given this farm wasn’t exactly what I wanted either. The shed was dusty and filled with cobwebs, not to mention insanely outdated. It looked like no one had been there for years.

“Hey there bud!”

I jump in surprise at the loud voice. I turn around with my hands on defense and stare at whoever this mystery man was. He stood there with a rake as tall as him and dirty coveralls. The sun takes over his hair causing a golden glow to reflect. The man’s face was innocent and meek, with childish features. His body however, held muscle on top of muscle. This man was stacked.

It took me a moment to realize my mouth was open and that I was openly staring.

“What the hell you doin sneaking up a folks like that” I sputtered. He looked surprised at my force.

“Come down, I just wanted to meet my new boss?” He counters. He seemed carefree, but into the challenge. I’d never heard of a black man being the boss of a white man.