#castedlove

@retroreflective // send ‘❤’ + a url & i’ll write positivity / what i think abt them. (no longer accepting)

@friendlyspiderbite , @castedlove , @hclymoly , @notspiderkid , @iillusiionary , @dahliamace , @miasmuseemporium , @realitite , @suitwcrthy

OH MAN OKAY HERE WE GOOOO ( im doin the ic server cause,,thats the one ur in lune fdgjhsk ), and LEMME TELL Y’ALL this group of blogs right here are a bunch of people that i love SO FREAKING MUCH!!!! first of all everyone’s writing is?? absolutely fucking amazing. we really need to start Actually Writing in this server again because i adore all of your characters. you guys have got them down so well, and as someone who’s seen the passion you all have for them firsthand, and i really think you guys are some Cool Writers who mean a LOT to me! i’m so glad i get to write with you guys and be blessed by your creativity and ideas and how you’ve shaped your characters. 

Bill was sitting alone at the bar of the Derry Townhouse, swirling a half-full glass of scotch idly as his mind drifted back to the events of the past few hours. It had gone exactly the way he expected and yet not at all what he had anticipated. The only thing Bill was sure about right now, was that it would only get worse from here on out. But there was no turning back. Not for him.

He heard the footsteps coming down the stairs, and before he even turned around, he knew just who it was. How incredible was it that Bill could tell just by the way someone moved who they were? He didn’t remember being able to do that with anyone before. The fact that these were his oldest friends-- his closest friends-- probably had something to do with it. And  Eddie was probably the one he was closest to. Well. Him or Richie.

“You want me to get you a drink, Eds?” Bill offered, finally looking over his shoulder to meet the other man’s brown eyes with his blue, soft smile pulling at his lips. “D-don’t think anyone’s working here this l-late.”

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When the invitation arrived in the mail, Richie took a moment to connect the name on the fancy paper to the boy he knew in Derry. They had tried to stay friends but something wedged between them slowly over the years. Richie’s stomach squirmed as the something took shape in his mind; the crush. His stupid crush on the hesitant boy had been a huge factor in their separation and now, he was marrying--a woman? Richie frowned at the paper and immediately sent an RSVP to the ceremony; no plus one.

He arrived in his best suit which was surprisingly designer due to his success in the industry. He got a hair cut and tried to look his best in all his long-limbed goofy glory. Shit, he was nervous. He snuck into the church and pretended to look for the bathroom, knowing deep down he was looking for something much more. He needed to tell Eddie, even if he just said those three words once. He rubbed the sweat from his palms onto his dress pants and tried the door near the front, holding his breath. Luckily, Eddie was there, still partially unmade in his dress clothes with no tie or jacket. Richie’s eyes fell to the floor and he hesitated in the door way. 

            IS HE A LITTLE  disappointed that it doesn’t do anything cool  ??  yeah  ,  probably.  he frowns a little  ,  clearly confused because what the fuck is the  point  of a cool robot arm if you can’t do cool robot things with it ??  still  ,  he realizes he doesn’t actually know  who  this guy is  ,  for all eddie knows he’s a  serial killer  ,  &  eddie’s his next victim.

Richie mouthed the words to the song with all his might and energy, not fooled for a minute by the neutral expression on his lover’s face. Maybe he had messed some shit up for Eddie at work after the limo incident, but he would be forgiven.

Richie shoved a big bite of the meat loaf into his mouth, actually enjoying the crunch that came with the tough blackened layer. “Hey, you should know I enjoy a crispy bottom. After all, I sleep with you,” he teased. 

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Bill frowned, but that was the only indication he gave that he didn’t quite believe what Eddie was saying. He didn’t seem fine, but he knew that arguing the point with the shorter boy would do neither of them any good. 

“H-huh-here, Eddie. Let me h-help.” He grabbed the brunet’s upper arm to both steady and guide him towards a tree stump to lower him down on. “Is there any-anything I ca-can do?” Bill hated feeling useless, and if there was anything Eddie needed or wanted, or any way for him to help, then he would.