marlowe6468
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One Day in October by marlowe6468
Fandoms: History Boys (2006), History Boys - Bennett, History Boys - All Media Types
08 Jul 2019
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Oddly enough, it’s Rudge who finds him.
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He does not die.
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In the Bleak Midwinter by marlowe6468
Fandoms: Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell (TV), Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell & Related Fandoms
22 Dec 2018
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Segundus expected his Christmas to be a solitary one...
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“I don’t want to embarrass you,” Eddie says quietly, scrubbing at the sink particularly thoroughly.
There’s a few seconds of stunned silence.
“Hey,” Eddie says, as Richie forcibly turns him around. “What are you-”
“Eddie,” Richie says, once they’re face-to-face, “Have you met me? Several people have already asked me how I managed to land a twunk.” Richie emphasises the word to see Eddie scowl. “Alice is shocked that I’m dating someone who has personal hygiene. Steve can’t believe that my boyfriend can actually read.” Richie pauses thoughtfully. “You can read, right?”
“One of us needs to be fucking literate."Bookmarked by marlowe6468
18 Jan 2021
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Unpin Your Butterflies by ProseApothecary
Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)
22 Sep 2020
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When they were kids, Stan had told him all about how birds could sense oncoming disaster, much more acutely than humans. Eddie can do it too. He’s not sure if it’s pity, or concern, or sympathy that’s behind the furrows in his friends’ brows and the downturn of their lips (and after his mother, he’s not convinced that there’s a difference). But he picks up on it immediately, files it away as evidence that you were right. You’re not ok. Prepare for disaster.
Then there’s Richie. Richie somehow knows this about him, the way Richie seems to know hundreds of things about Eddie that Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever said out loud.
So Richie is just. Relentlessly upbeat. Buys him a shirt that says Leggy Brunette, 2 days after the doctors let him know that he might never walk again.
Lets Eddie call him an insensitive asshole, because everyone is being so gentle and Eddie really wants an excuse to be fucking angry, and he knows Richie is the only one who won’t take it personally or tear up at his plight.
Distracts him, until Eddie is actually ready to start to process things.Bookmarked by marlowe6468
18 Jan 2021
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Like making a New Year’s Resolution, Richie types. At 12 am, when your body feels like it’s made of knives, you decide you’re going to start going to yoga. And then 6 am comes, and your bed is safer and more comfortable than it’s ever been.
And the yogi doesn’t call you. And you don’t call him. And you start wondering if he hates you; or if he’s busy trying out positions with other people. And you’re not sure if he’s actually even a yogi, because he’s never commented on your form, and it’s possible that he’s actually a total yogaphobe. Besides; growing up, the only yoga lessons you got were on the corpse pose, so you seriously doubt you’re a good candidate for partner yoga anyway.
And your attempts at writing stand-up get fucking bleak, because you can’t stop thinking about your yogi, and maybe you should just call him already. Or face the prospect that all this yoga suppression is going to explode in some weird, unhealthy way. Like hot yoga.
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18 Jan 2021
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Like making a New Year’s Resolution, Richie types. At 12 am, when your body feels like it’s made of knives, you decide you’re going to start going to yoga. And then 6 am comes, and your bed is safer and more comfortable than it’s ever been.
And the yogi doesn’t call you. And you don’t call him. And you start wondering if he hates you; or if he’s busy trying out positions with other people. And you’re not sure if he’s actually even a yogi, because he’s never commented on your form, and it’s possible that he’s actually a total yogaphobe. Besides; growing up, the only yoga lessons you got were on the corpse pose, so you seriously doubt you’re a good candidate for partner yoga anyway.
And your attempts at writing stand-up get fucking bleak, because you can’t stop thinking about your yogi, and maybe you should just call him already. Or face the prospect that all this yoga suppression is going to explode in some weird, unhealthy way. Like hot yoga.
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18 Jan 2021
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“There’s a mass grave of red solo cups in the kitchen,” the man says. “You definitely look better than the apartment.”
Eddie choke-laughs, flushing pink. He doesn’t think any guys other than Richie have ever flirted with him. And while that might have something to do with his total blindness to sexuality over the last 40 years, he’s also hyperaware that he’s not exactly a Rocky Horror type. Or a Rocky Balboa. Or Rock Hudson.Bookmarked by marlowe6468
18 Jan 2021