#fearinfected

@fearinfected || x

Bill hadn't planned on even falling asleep. He never did because the likelihood of it actually happening at all was slim at best. Now here he was, waking up in a bed with his arms wrapped around Eddie, his nose pressed into the base of his neck where it felt like he had been settled in for a good long while.

The fact that the brunet was not immediately pulling away from him meant that he probably didn't mind what was happening. Bill considered that a win.

❝ jesus,eddie,what the hell happened ? ❞she asked softly,approaching with caution. he looked like a mess,she wondered what happened to get him in this position. her brother was locked away in juniper hill for murdering their father,so henry wasn't a threat. belch and vic were still around but stopped bullying. she tried not to think of the other option - it. she shook her head away from those nasty thoughts and focused on eddie.

@fearinfected || lil meme continuation || dug out of my mess of likes

bent on one knee beside eddie, the hunter's doing his damn best not to play up how seriously bad this looks. eddie's not the type to take anything out of the norm about his person very well. okay. that's putting it so damn lightly, it practically glows. eddie's the type to freak out of he thinks he might've overdosed on aspirin and caused himself internal bleeding. dean gets it. s'anxiety embodied in a fucking monster of phobias that are as real as the two of them in this room in spite of everyone in the world telling you otherwise. judgement? not something he's passing here. only--he needs eddie to relax or this is gonna get worse.

for them both.

❝ can you believe we're doing this again ? ❞she asks him,looking a little on the rough side. she stayed in derry afer everything went down,remembered it all. she tried to move on,but she still had henry. barely,he wasn't himself anymore. she still visited him though and liked to think it'd meant something to him.

Lydia allowed his question to hang in the air for a moment, but only because she was trying to decipher his true intention behind asking it to begin with. In times before, she had merely been asked because people her age that it would be funny to make fun of the Deetz' claim that their house was haunted. She never took them seriously and they hated that she didn't fall prey to their attempts at lousy harassment. This kid though, something felt different about his question. It almost felt genuine, like he wanted her to admit it was all a hoax and that ghosts weren't real. ❝ Why do you want to know? ❞ She asked him first.

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he didn't like thinking about high school being over at all. or the impending doom that was high school ending. for richie, it meant that the small select few of friends that he hung out with was going to diminish entirely. it was a horrific thought.

but when eddie brought up, it seemed terrifying to say the least. " what? " he asked, though he really genuinely did not want eddie to repeat himself. richie pushed the thought aside and scoffed at the sheer idea of completely losing his best friend to some deadbeat college that no one cared about. " nah, of course not. I'm unforgettable, eds. " he has the usual shit eating grin on his face as he pulls eddie in and presses his cheek against the other's. " — how could you forget me when I'll never forget the amount of fanny packs you have in your possession until the day I die! "