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ofinkdried · 4 years

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INTRO: BRAM GREENFELD

uploading data … ⟳ 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴 ! welcome , BRAM GREENFELD. a long way from simon vs. the homosapien’s agenda/love, simon , huh ? hm … a twenty-four year old english teacher/soccer coach who looks like KEIYNAN LONSDALE — could be worse. i heard you were at EAST HIGH SCHOOL when we un - glitched , & you ( looked lost in thought for a few minutes ]. still the quiet & athletic type , that’s why [ perfect scores on essays, soccer balls, and soft smiles ]’s totally your vibe. the memory of SIMON BEING OUTED is hazy , but maybe the ( usb with emails ) waiting for you at the pawn shop’ll bring clarity. + human , cismale [ he/him ] , gay.

( spoilers for simon vs the homosapiens agenda / love simon / leah on the offbeat / love creekwood / love victor under the cut ) ( @ svtha fandom can we pls get a better name for all of this other than ‘ simonverse ’ )

CANON: ( no seriously, if you haven’t seen love simon or read simon vs the homosapiens agenda, stop now. just read the cloud info. ) ( this is gonna be a random mash of all the source material ) bram moved to creekwood the summer before ninth grade due to his parents ( a doctor and an english professor ) divorcing, living with his mom full time and seeing his father every few months -- most notably for hanukah. his gay awakening was caused by someone on his step mother’s side of the family, during the wedding -- perfect timing, really. then he met simon spier, a cute theater kid from his class, and things became much more real -- though, he still stayed in the closet. in fact, he stayed in the closet all the way up to his junior year of high school, until he finally admitted it on the school’s gossip page -- anonymously. and then someone sent him an email. saying they had the same secret. jacques, someone who also went to school with him and left far too many clues as to who he was for someone who was supposed to be anonymous. or, maybe he was trying to see what he wanted to see -- simon being jacques. they emailed for months, giving bram the confidence to come out to those closest to him -- his mom ( who gave him the Every Time, Including Oral talk ), his dad ( who told him how Freakin’ Cassanova was bisexual ), and garrett, his best friend ( who, being the first person bram told, also found out about the emails and bram’s crush on simon, and started helping in any way he could ) from august 2017 to beginning of january 2018, when bram realized he was right, and simon was jacques. and was outed. and there was a very real chance of himself being outed, or worse: simon being upset that he was blue. it was clear he didn’t know who he was, and bram felt like he’d left enough clues for him to realize. so bram sent one last email. and then, in a moment of confidence, bought an elliott smith shirt for simon ( because even though he didn’t see him in person, simon deserved to rep his favorite artist ) with a note including his phone number. but after two weeks of no answer, bram thought maybe simon was moving on, especially with the development of cal seemingly interested in simon, and simon interested as well. even though he was pretty heartbroken, he didn’t let it show, and was still crushing hard on him -- and so he dragged his best friend to the school play three times to see a boy with no speaking parts. ( if bram is one thing, it’s dedicated. ) he had the thought to check his email one more time, thankfully -- simon had emailed, asking him to meet him at the carnival. and even though he was easily nauseated and hated the tilt-a-whirl, that’s where he managed to find simon. to his astonishment... simon was happy it was him. they started dating, and everything was perfect. ( stop here if you haven’t read leah on the offbeat. ) a new relationship, a new baby brother ( on his dad’s side ) and a new future to run to, bram managed to get a scholarship to nyu for soccer and an academic scholarship for english, the two things he enjoyed most of all. he and simon had planned to go together, have an apartment in the city and everything, until simon decided to go to a school one hundred seventeen ( and a half ) miles away. but it was fine. they had high school to finish, and things were good -- besides, their relationship started with emails, so they went back to it -- jacques and blue signatures included. ( love victor spoilers ahead ) a year later, and simon moved back to the city where bram was with his -- their three roommates. things were good, as good as they’d always been, and suddenly simon was a sort of gay guru for a kid back in their hometome: victor, someone trying to come to terms with his sexuality. he ( with the help of bram and co. ) helped as best he could, and bram even hosted him during a trip to new york while simon was on a bachelor party trip to jersey. he took him to a drag club and a gay basketball league, showing that there wasn’t one specific way to be gay.

CLOUD: cloud life for bram was fairly normal by all standards. he has a mom, and a dad. he was always good at school and had an affinity for soccer, and was actually quite popular despite his shy demeanor. he had his closest friend, kenma, who joined the soccer team with him, and everything was perfectly normal. he realized he was gay watching some guys running on the beach, and came out pretty early just to get it out of the way -- he was scared still, and questioned telling anyone for a long time until one day he just said it. and no one batted an eye -- everything was okay still. he graduated top of the class ( not quite valedictorian or salutatorian, but he was close ) and ended up going to whitmore college. after graduating, he took a position teaching english and revived the soccer program, one that he loves more than anything. he loves teaching and helping kids as much as he can. he’s been there two years, and this past year took over as the GSA club sponsor. he’s the coolest teacher ( or so he’s been told ) and is happy. at least, until he got a usb with mysterious emails from himself to someone named jacques. and then memories of a past life came rushing back, of living in another place and having a different family and... a cute boy, as well as sending the emails. the giddy feelings he’d get with every one. those memories end with the cute boy being outed, though, and he had no idea if he is jacques or what any of it means. but for some reason, it feels like something he should keep to himself, at least for now.

CONNECTIONS: friends, classmates, exes ( m only ), teacher friends, past students ( he’s been at east high for two years and teaches senior english ), parents of students/athletes/club members, anything !!

#this is....... so long #im so sorry #cloud:intro #&&. 'a shore worth swimming to.' || bram muse.

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tozierpunks · 5 years

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REDDIE 21 ?

21. Best Friends’ Sibling

A/N: Featuring Kevin Abstract as Mike, Lucas Almeida as Eddie, and Keiynan Lonsdale as Richie!

“How could you not tell me you had a brother?!”

“I dunno, I forgot, I guess-”

“You forgot?!”

“Eds,” Mike said, clearly tired of the conversation already. Huffing, Eddie crossed his arms.

“Please don’t call me that. It’s Eddie,” he corrected.

Mike clicked his tongue, looking as though he wanted to say something before thinking better of it. Instead he held up his hands and said, “My bad.” Securing his satchel, he glanced at the clock on the wall. “Do you still wanna go? He’s honestly not like… bad. I just don’t see him often. Different mom and all, you know.”

Biting the inside of his cheek, Eddie felt a pang of guilt. His immediate reaction upon learning his best friend since first grade - the same friend who pissed his pants in solidarity when Eddie had an accident on the class trip, the very same friend who gave him his first Reese’s peanut butter cup because Sonia was too scared Eddie might be allergic - had a half-brother, was regrettably not to ask how Mike felt about the situation, but rather question why he hadn’t told Eddie.

“Hey, my bad too… It isn’t my business, if it’s too personal,” he said. Mike waved him off, snickering.

“What? Nah, it’s fine, I’m not like… mad about it or anything,” he insisted, walking out with Eddie. “My mom and dad had a huge fight before I was born and he left for a while. Hooked up with a lady in Boston, thought it was a one night thing. Weeeeeeell.” Mike glanced at Eddie, making an expression which clearly said: yikes.

“And your parents are still together now?” Eddie asked, amazed to know there was ever drama between Will and Jessica Hanlon. Mike nodded proudly.

“It’d take an act of God to tear those two apart,” he said. Eddie smiled; he liked Mike’s parents. They were always laughing together, and a lot of the time, Eddie and Mike would walk in to find them dancing while making dinner. He’d never seen two people more in love. Honestly? He envied them. Love seemed like some far away concept he could never fully touch.

Shaking his head, Eddie followed Mike out of the school. On their bikes, they played a lazy game of tag, weaving around each other as they made their way to the arcade. School officially let out for the summer, and they had plans to spend it the way they spent most of their summers: hanging out. While there wasn’t much to do in Derry, it only took a little imagination and some good friends to have a great time.

“Mike!” a voice called out. Eddie looked up from his bike, dropping the lock when he saw the boy walking over. He wore a Hawaiian shirt with a tye-dye tank top underneath, and navy blue basketball shorts. He also wore socks with his sandals, but Eddie skimmed over that choice, to study the handsome face before him. His smile was radiant, and the crinkle around his eyes made Eddie’s heart skip a beat.

“Rich, my fuckin’ guy!” Mike shouted. The two hugged, and Mike pulled away to motion towards Eddie. “Richie, this is Eddie. Eddie, this is Richie.”

“Eds, what’s up? I’ve heard a lot about you!” Richie greeted. The corner of Eddie’s mouth twitched, and he shot a glance to Mike. No wonder he’d been calling him Eds lately! He was talking to his brother about him using that stupid nickname. Of course… it didn’t sound half bad coming from Richie.

“It’s Eddie, but hi, yeah- unfortunately I can’t say the same! Mike only just decided to tell me about you today!” he said. Mike rolled his eyes, but Richie gasped in mock offense.

“Really now? You know, I’m not surprised, cause he didn’t tell me you were a snack,” Richie stated. Eddie’s eyes widened, his face burning. Mike groaned, pushing Richie out of the way.

“Don’t start with that, man!” he exclaimed, laughing as he led them into the arcade. Eddie was too stunned to move for a moment, following a second too late and almost running to keep up. Although he was certain Richie was just playing around, he swore he saw Richie wink at him as they got their quarters for the games.

As per tradition, the first night of summer vacation was spent at Mike’s. Eddie detailed his day to Sonia, showing her his straight A report card, and reminding her he’d finished his chores the night before. She had no choice but to let him go with his best friend, as if this weren’t the drill every single year for the last nine. This year was going to be a little different though.

Firstly, Mike would be learning how to drive. Once he got his license, there wouldn’t be any stopping them (unless, of course, both Will and Jessica took their cars out, in which case they would be stuck with their trusty bikes).

Secondly, Richie was spending the summer with them. His parents still lived in Boston; he had a good relationship with both his mom and step-dad, but he was very clearly a black child with two white parents. He wanted to know his biological father, and while he’d had visits in the past, they were few and far between. Enough for him to have a relationship with Mike, Will, and Jessica, but not enough for Eddie to know. Apparently.

However bitter he was about the secret, he couldn’t stay mad. Not at his best friend, and not when the secret was so cute.

The den was lit only by the light of the TV. Mike knocked out on the floor, the popcorn bowl just a foot from his head. Eddie checked his phone for the time.

12:04 AM.

Mike could never stay up late, so it didn’t surprise him. What did surprise him was how Richie had gone upstairs five minutes ago to get them sodas, and still had yet to return.

Well I’m parched, he thought, his mouth twisting as he got out from under his blanket. Going upstairs, he made a beeline for the kitchen, relieved to get his hands on a water bottle. Taking a few sips, he gasped when Richie jumped out from behind the wall.

Although he was annoyed, the first words to tumble out of his mouth were, “Stooop, I could’ve dropped my croissant!” Richie giggled, closing the distance between them. He backed Eddie against the fridge, resting his arm over Eddie’s head.

“You’re cute,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss him. Eddie’s eyes were wide for a moment before shutting, and he lifted his hand to touch Richie’s face. Of course, it seemed as soon as he was kissing back, Richie pulled away. “I don’t think Mikey would like this too much; I just had to try that once.” Winking, he dabbed his fingertip against Eddie’s lips, leaving for the den.

Eddie stood in silence, his hand slowly coming up to his mouth. His heart was slamming around in his rib cage and he didn’t know how to make it stop. Was he supposed to go back to the den and sit quietly with Richie after that? Better yet, was he supposed to spend his entire summer pretending he didn’t wanna kiss Richie again?

Lord help me, he thought, shotgunning the rest of his water before finally making his way back downstairs.

#reddie #THIS ONE WAS FUN #I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE IT AS MUCH AS I DO #Anonymous #prompts

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of-sunshine-and-sea · 5 years

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Tag Game

I was tagged by @hahahaha-nooooo I’m really sorry it took so long to do!!

Nickname: Well I like Gene because it's pronounced like Gin (genie in Russian), pretty cool. Another nickname I have is Raccoon, which I got from my groupmates, guess why. Give me a cute nickname based on my personality pls!

Zodiac sign: Scorpio

Height: 5'11

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

Last thing you googled: I was trying to find a "pretty yellow bush" that my mother saw on a walk by a strange name that was given to her by a gardener. It turned out that it was sea buckthorn.

Favourite musician/s: Hozier, Years & Years, Oh Wonder, Billie Eilish, Keiynan Lonsdale, Troye Sivan

Song stuck in your head: Мамочка, я полюбила бандита! by Краски, thanks to my sis

Following now: if number: 395, if themes: now mostly Shadowhunters and BFU, art and fashion, nature, paganism, cryptic stuff

Followers: 2 143

Do I get asks: yes, but sometimes it takes to much time to answer them, I'm so sorry

Amount of sleep: "either 3 hours or 10 there’s pretty much no in-between" goes for me as well

Lucky number: I don’t think I have one, but when I need to choose a certain number of something, such as how many dumplings to cook, it's 13 or my age at the moment

What I’m wearing: emerald pajamas of t-shirts and shorts and fluffy slippers

Dream job: I want to be an art teacher because I like to draw and talk about art, I'm good at teaching, and because I’d like to support LGBT youth and teach children tolerance

Dream trip: "being anywhere I could get lost absolutely terrifies me so I prefer to spend my holidays at home but if I weren’t such a baby the mountains/a forest/the beach with my friends" also same

Favorite food: Pea and rice soups, borsch with lots of beets to make it purple, yellow rice, mashed potatoes with gravy, fried potatoes with eggs, cheese and garlic, vegetable salad, Olivie salad, fish sticks, pizza. I guess I'm hungry

Instruments: No

Languages: Russian and English

Favorite songs: Somebody To Love by Queen, Planetary and House Of Wolves by MCR, Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics, Dancing Queen by ABBA, Coconut by Harry Nilsson, Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival, Karma and If You're Over Me by Years & Years, Burn the House Down by AJR, Born This Way by Lady Gaga, Real Gone by Sheryl Crow, Call Them Brothers by Regina Spektor, all songs from Tangled, Чай и Желтой Краской by Маша Badda Boo

Random fact: At the age of 12 (or what was the year when movie Thor came out) me and my sis were big fans of Loki and Thor, and we were walking down the street and just shouting their names, especially when it was a thunderstorm, we were like, "Oh Thor, that bitch again."

Aesthetic: wavy hair, dark turtlenecks and high-waisted pants, monochromic tops, rings on each finger, floral dresses, "there's nothing I can't do in heels", loose bright tunics like pajamas, plants everywhere, as well as old drawings and art books, "a small room, with lots of different things among which you find something new every time", love to red color (especially in fairy tales and myths), walls like an easel, lighting candles, crystals, snakes and cats and wolves are the best, a separate shelf for tea, sleep all day, there is nothing better than a walk into the woods or to the sea, punch nazis and terfs

I tag @winter-sundog and @vanity-4-days

#tag game #i'm sorru daisy!!

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notsugarandspice · 6 years

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OKAY PROMPT: CUTE FLUFFY THING OF REDDIE BASED OFF OF “kiss the boy” by keiynan lonsdale PLEAASE

Kiss The Boy

WARNING: PURE FLUFF, TEENAGE BOY STUPIDITY

Read it on AO3.

“I can do it myself, I’m not an idiot.”

“Never said you were, Richard. But you know absolutely nothing about it.”

“Mom, I can go to the shop a town over. But come on! You’re going to call a guy my age to paint me a car? What if he goes to my school. I won’t live through that humiliation!”

Richie shoves a ham and cheese sandwich Maggie made him with aggression that leaves some mayo on the lens of his glasses.

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine. Might help relieve you from the burden of that ego a little bit.”

Maggie lifts her eyes from a cutting board, eyeing her son with amusement. Richie just rolls his eyes and tries to stick some Pringles in the crevices of the mouth that aren’t occupied by the sandwich.

“Alright, I think I’m done here. Why don’t you bring this down to him? He should be here any minute.”

Maggie puts a plate with a large club sandwich and strawberry lemonade in front of Richie and has to slap her son’s hand away when he reaches for a layered triangle.

“Be nice, Richie. Don’t make me regret my decision.” She points the finger at him and lets it linger in the air as an eerie warning.

Richie eventually grunts and grabs the plate and the cup, and walks to the garage to greet the guy who’s going to do his job for him. As if painting a car is that fucking difficult. Yeah, right.

The door leading to the garage slams behind him as he enters the room, feeling the stifling heat from the opening. His mother’s old, beat-up circa 1970 Volkswagen Beetle is still in the middle, the silver paint worn and peeled in random places. Richie can see a red-cap covered head of someone bending towards the car on the other side, probably wondering whether he can salvage some paint. He can’t.

Richie is very grateful that Maggie decided to gift him one of the very first cars she owned, but he had a growth spurt Sophomore year of high school, and it didn’t help him fit into the tiny vehicle one bit. He doesn’t even care that the car is feminine; he simply can’t even sit down without bending his neck. Maybe he can ask the guy to do something about the seat.

Richie rounds the vehicle and steps in front of the boy who’s allegedly a car master of some sort. Maggie said his stepdad owns a shop on the edge of Derry, and apparently, the guy works there a lot. More like works out. The boy is bouncing on the tiptoes of white sneakers, peeling off some silver paint on the door of the car, the left tricep prominent and shifting as he moves the arm around. Richie can see that the shoulders are fit too because the guy is wearing a red tank top, and even the thigh muscles are bulging, revealed by the relatively short jean shorts. And Richie would say that they’re too short for a guy, but he likes the view a bit more than he’s willing to admit.

Richie clears his throat, and the boy looks up, but half of the face is still shielded by the cap. He leans on the knees to stand up, and Richie’s eyes get stuck on the movement of the bicep muscles as the boy turns the hat around, so the cap isn’t covering his face anymore. Richie lifts his eyes to meet the other’s, and his heart jumps somewhere behind his tongue. He’s met with a slightly tan, flushed face, covered in tiny dots of freckles stretching from one cheek to the other, several bigger ones perched on the small nose.

“Is that for me?”

“W-what?”

The boy releases a soft chuckle and points the finger at the strawberry lemonade in Richie’s hand, and he is suddenly aware of the burning coldness in his skin, sweating droplets of the glass sliding down bony knuckles.

“Oh. Y-yeah.” Jesus Christ, did you switch bodies with Stuttering Buh-buh-buh-bill?

Richie reaches out the cup and blinks rapidly, an uninvited nervousness washing through him. The boy takes it, inadvertently scratching one of Richie’s knuckles, and he feels a shiver reach the bottom of his spine. They guy sips on the drink, the condensation running down his hand to the elbow, droplets falling on the uneven garage floor.

“You have something on your glasses.”

“What?”

“Is that your favorite word?”

Richie blinks and places the plate on the table next to the wall, taking the glasses off to see what the guy is talking about. And since he can’t actually put the frames into focus even if they’re straight in front of the eyes, he simply wipes them on the shirt. Which, apparently, only smudges the residue.

“Please tell me it’s not what I think it is.”

Richie is confused for several seconds, but then he laughs and points a finger gun at the guy. “It’s jizz, my darling.”

“Wow. Creative. You’re a real show stealer.”

“You bet.”

“Do you know what sarcasm is?” Richie wants to reply something witty, but he gets too mesmerized by the movement of dark curly eyelashes, only visible through the left lens.

It’s not until the guy grabs the glasses straight from his face, brushing a finger on each temple, that he recovers a bit. He watches the blob of red wipe at his frames furiously and hears the forced breathing, probably intended to help with the cleaning. Richie finally feels the glasses touch the tops of his ears, and he watches the concentrated expression on the guy’s face, brows furrowed and bottom lip trapped behind small teeth. He’s fucking adorable.

“Is it better?” asks the boy, still standing dangerously close to Richie. He smells like fresh baked cookies.

“Think so.”

They stand in the present position for several seconds, blissfully unaware of the passing time. Richie is looking all over the guy’s face, his eyes finally landing on puckered rosy lips, and he feels his neck tug down towards the boy involuntarily. But before he gets to even realize the implications of that, the boy coughs and steps back a bit, and the sweet scent of vanilla extract is gone.

“I’m Eddie,” says the guy, extending his hand for Richie to shake. The protruding vein on Eddie’s wrist distracts the tall boy for several seconds.

“Dick,” says Richie, grabbing the boy’s hand and shaking it with more enthusiasm than is probably socially acceptable. But Richie doesn’t give a damn about societal expectations anyway.

“Your name is Dick?” Eddie doesn’t seem to mind that his hand is still trapped between Richie’s pale fingers.

“Richard is my name, nicknames are my game.” Richie winks, and it inevitably leads to a quiet giggle and a barely-there blush. Jesus.

“You got one for me?”

Richie loosens the grip on Eddie’s hand a bit, making it go slack but still holding onto it, maybe a bit more gentle than he intended. He steps closer, leaning down to whisper. “Sure thing, Eds.”

Eddie squeals and pushes at the flat bony chest, effectively sending Richie tumbling into the table, the plate shattering on the dirty floor. Both boys bring hands to their mouth in anticipation of parental rage, but nothing comes, and terrified expressions are soon replaced with soft laughter. Richie leans down to pick up the small pieces of the sandwich that are scattered along with large ceramic pieces, placing it all in a small tower that he figures he’ll throw out by the pharmacy, so Maggie doesn’t know what he did. He shivers noticeably when Eddie’s arm brushes his own, adding the pieces that fell under the car. And when their eyes connect, Richie can feel his own face color resemble that of the boy’s, and he hasn’t felt that since… well, ever.

“You have a bag we can put all this in?” asks Eddie, standing up and walking around the garage to locate the needed item.

“No, but I have newspapers.”

“That’ll do.”

They wrap it in a large ball of Wentworth’s Washington Post, dated several months ago. Richie discards it into the trash bin standing next to the garage door, thinking that he’d remove it later to make sure Maggie doesn’t notice it. Not that his mother walks around peering into trash bins, but he really doesn’t want to disappoint.

“Sorry about your sandwich, Eds.”

Eddie smiles earnestly, and the warm feeling in the middle of Richie’s abdomen is almost overwhelming in the summer heat of Maine.

“Don’t worry about it. I didn’t come here for food.”

“Right, you’re here for the cold hard cash. I can’t believe you’d do this to me! I thought this was something special!” Richie drops down to his knees in front of the boy, animatedly sobbing, somehow pulling actual tears, and the guy laughs so hard that he doubles over.

“You’re terrible,” says Eddie, grinning wide and honest, and Richie is irritated that he’s too busy pushing his glasses to observe every movement of muscle on the boy’s face.

“You laughed though, Eds.”

Eddie suddenly rolls his eyes and throws his arms up in annoyance. “Don’t fucking call me that, dumbass.”

Richie stands up and moves to stand unnecessarily close to the boy, making the other crane his neck to blink up at him with twinkly brown eyes that make the corners of Richie’s mouth jump. But instead of sporting an irritated expression, Eddie simply smirks, lifting one of his eyebrows and crossing the arms, inadvertently touching Richie’s stomach, making him jump back with a whine he never even heard from a girl. Nice job, Tozier.

Of course, the boy just laughs at him and moves closer to the car. And Richie’s head is a jumbled mess of things he doesn’t yet understand. So instead of confronting the buzzing feeling in abdomen, he moves back towards the street and plops onto the bike.

“Where are you going?” asks Eddie, a note of disappointment laced through curiosity.

“I owe you some food, Eds!” screams Richie in response, pedaling away quickly towards the center of the town, his head a little light from the sudden rush of air he didn’t have in the small space.

He comes back forty minutes later, barely maneuvering the bike with one hand, holding a large vanilla cone in the other. The stifling heat makes the ice cream run down his hand, onto the handles, leaving a white trail from Smith’s to Tozier residence. He throws the bike onto the front lawn, unable to position it by the house. By the time he walks up to the garage, there are newspapers under and around the car, and Eddie is holding an electric sander, a mask hanging around his neck. Richie comes closer, the ice cream still dripping, and reaches it out for the boy to take. Eddie jumps when he turns around, his eyes going wide and breathtakingly pretty. Richie can’t get enough air again.

“What’s this? Oh my God, it’s dripping everywhere!”

Eddie grabs Richie’s wrist with the vanilla cone after he puts the sander down, and leads him out into the sun. Richie notices that the boy is no longer wearing the baseball hat, and the brown hair glistens with stripes of maroon and gold, smooth and wavy. Richie’s hand is shaking from nervousness, and he’s not even sure he can hold the ice cream much longer.

“It’s for you.” He reaches out again, a couple of vanilla drops falling on his toes, sliding down on the flip-flops.

“You brought me ice cream all the way from Smith’s?”

Richie realizes that he might’ve gone overboard, but when does he not? He can’t make a sandwich to save a life.

“Um. Yeah?” He smiles nervously, and he can feel his entire body flush with an intensity that reminds him of the time he saw Cillian Murphy on TV.

Eddie searches his face for several seconds, and Richie can see a cherry blush spread behind the tiny freckles. The boy fights a smile but eventually wraps his hand around Richie’s, gently taking the cone from his hand. He licks around the rim, taking care of the melted part of the small vanilla mound. He looks up at Richie who realizes that he’s staring at the boy with a mouth half-open, his whole body on fire. Eddie extends the arm, putting the ice cream right in front of Richie’s face.

“Want some?”

There is a silver glint in large browns again, and a shy smile that makes Richie’s legs shake a little. He wraps his hand around Eddie’s small one, covering it completely and for whatever reason leans down quickly, pecking the boy’s smooth cold lips. Horrified at what he’s done, he tries to retreat back, blood pumping in his ears but Eddie doesn’t let him, putting a small hand behind his neck. Richie has to breathe in harshly from his nose because he feels like passing out from the hot breath that escapes the boy’s mouth when their lips part to meet again. Richie can feel Eddie smile into the kiss, all warm cookies, and cold vanilla, and Richie thinks he understands what the fuss with kissing boys is all about.

Perma Tag: @happytozier (thank you for helping me with the beginning, babe!!), @studpuffin @j0ys @qwertykevin @its-stranger-than-you-think @trippy-alexissss @letmybabyystayy (let me know if you want to be perma tagged!

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #my writing

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henryclaremontdiaz · 6 years

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blue wrote a song for simon to sing at the talent show. aka i’m emo over keiynan lonsdale’s new song and so i had to use it in a fic immediately read on ao3

Simon,

I wrote you a song.

What a lot of people don’t know about me is that I can sing. I love to sing, I sing in the shower, in the car, you name it. I’ve tried to write songs before, but this song just came to me one night and it really means a lot to me. I’ve attached the lyrics to this email and if you read them, you’ll see why. I know you want to meet, that you want to know who I am. And I think I’m finally ready. So I have an idea, and it’s okay if you don’t like it. It does not have to involve you if you don’t want it to, it will be up to you. But the talent show is coming up soon, and since it’s our senior year I decided that fuck it, I’m going to come out. And I’m going to do it in style. So I signed up, and I’m going to sing this song I wrote.

After that, you’ll know who I am. And you can do with that information what you wish.

[document attached]

Love,

Blue

When Simon read that email, he was surprised. Blue was ready for him to know who he is, and not only that but he’s ready to come out to the school. Come out very publicly. He was so proud of Blue, he had come so far. They both had.

Simon opened the attachment and he read the song, his hand over his mouth. It was so beautiful and the lyrics touched him deep in his heart. It was purely a song about loving a boy, about liking boys, and he loved it. Part of him couldn’t help but feel special, he knew that the boy in the song he wanted to kiss was him. A boy actually wanted to kiss him.

And if things went well at the talent show, they would kiss.

That fact alone made Simon smile.

Two weeks past before it was the talent show, and Simon had had butterflies the whole time. He knew it must be worse for Blue, obviously, but he was nervous for him. And nervous about finding out who he had been talking to, who he had been falling for, this whole time. The sweet guy that loved oreos too and liked thinking about him and sex and wanted a king sized bed with a dog and a husband. The Blue that liked him even when he found out he was Simon Spier: Actual Human Disaster.

The Blue that was about to come out to the whole school with what was arguably the best queer song Simon had ever heard since he discovered Troye Sivan.

Simon took a seat with Nick and a couple other people, fidgeting slightly with the hem of his shirt as he waited for the talent show to start.

When it finally started he watched as the first few people went through their acts, most of them singing, which is what he expected. But every time a boy walked out, part of him wondered. Could that be Blue? After about seven or eight acts, he was surprised when cute Bram Greenfeld walked out onto the stage. “I didn’t know Bram was going to be in this,” he whispered to Nick and Nick shrugged.

“Me either,” he admitted.

Bram rearranged the microphone to be his height and he smiled at the audience, holding onto the stand. His smile was always so sweet, it honestly could put the sun to shame. “Hi everyone,” he started, obviously trying to not look nervous. “So I wrote this song myself, and it means a lot to me. And you’ll see why,” he chuckled, biting his lip for a moment. “I hope you enjoy,” he said before he motioned to someone to start the music, a beat Simon had never heard started to play over the speakers. When he started singing, Simon recognized the words right away.

Bram was Blue.

Holy shit, Bram Greenfeld. Cute soccer player and endearingly dorky stealer of fries Bram Greenfeld was gay and was the man he had been falling for.

He really was a good singer, Simon was very impressed. But he really couldn’t focus on that right then, all he could focus on was Bram and his hands holding on to the stand and his warm brown eyes and his lips. His lips that he wanted to kiss so badly it almost hurt.

When the song was over, Bram got a standing ovation. Simon wasn’t surprised, not only was he extremely talented but people had to be impressed with his bravery to come out like that.

But all Simon wanted to do right then was talk to him.

The talent show didn’t last too much longer after that, Bram was one of the last acts to perform. Once it was over, the winners were called and Bram won first place. He took his trophy happily and he looked both like his face might break with how wide he’s smiling and like he might cry. And it just made Simon’s heart race.

People crowded around Bram to congratulate him for winning and for coming out and “wow I didn’t know you could sing!”. He looked on cloud nine, and it made Simon happy. Bram deserved it, he deserved all of this.

Simon eventually pushed his way through people and walked up to Bram, a smile on his lips. “That was amazing,” he said, nodding to the trophy. “Very well deserved.”

Bram grinned at that, looking a little bashful in a way that Simon could only describe as extremely endearing and heartwarming. “So how’d you like the song?” he asked, toeing the line a little. He wanted it to be up to Simon what happened now, now that he knew that Bram was Blue.

“I loved it,” Simon said honestly, rocking on his feet for a moment. He couldn’t take it anymore, he didn’t care who was around and who saw. He reached out and rested a hand on Bram’s cheek before he leaned in, pressing their lips together. He heard a couple gasps and a few cheers for them as they kissed, but he didn’t pay any attention to any of them. The only thing in his world right now was Bram and his lips. The way he kissed, how soft and sweet they were. How he tasted. And even though they hadn’t even stopped kissing yet, how much he wanted to do it again and again. “I really loved it,” he whispered against his lips.

Bram’s smile almost blinded him, how bright it was. He looked like someone had bought him a puppy and told him they were taking him to Disney Land, and Simon felt proud that he was the one that smile on his face. “Yeah? That much?” he teased lightly.

“Come on, I think a celebration dinner at Waffle House is in order for the talent show winner,” Simon said, reaching out and taking his hand.

“Like a date?” Bram asked, biting his lip.

“Exactly like a date.”

#simon vs the homo sapiens agenda #love simon #spierfeld #spierfeld fic #love simon fic #love simon spoilers #just in case #simon vs spoilers #also just in case #bc it has blue reveal in it #autumn writes

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tag game !!

thank u love @pan-bbh for tagging me ❤️💓💕

Rules: answer to 30 questions and then tag blogs you’d like to know better.

nickname: idk i guess some ppl call me jen and i rlly love it it sounds so cute !!

gender: female

zodiac: aquarius ♒

height: 163 cm

age: 17

time: 5:51 pm

favourite bands/solo artists: currently im obsessed with king princess (shes a legendary queer icon u should check her out), brockhampton are just good shit !! , my boiiiii keiynan lonsdale (he doesn't have lots of music out but those three pieces he made are just !!!! so good !!!!; ), børns and perfume genius are a blessing and im so glad i got to actually listen to their work and im rlly into rap currently as well? so kendrick lamar and tyler the creator are two of my ultimate faves 👌👏

song stuck in my head: ddu-ddu-ddu by blackpink i mean what a bop !!

last movie i watched: love, simon !!! i finally got to watch it yesterday!!! it was the most amazing experience, watching it with my bff and in hd and aaaahhhh

favourite color: im having a red phase rn, but purple is the all time classic

favourite superhero: well damn ofc i have to say everyones bi dad steve rogers and his emo gay bf(f) bucky barnes 💕💞💓💕💓

last thing i googled: how to create eyebrow slits !!

other blogs: nope

why i chose my username: cause i love my daughter shuri more than my own life

following: many many ppl honestly

average amount of sleep: like 5-7 hours most of the time

lucky number: i don't think i have any but ill say 11 cause my daughter eleven sigh

what im wearing: black shorts and a blue t-shirt

dream job: i would die if i managed to study biology its literally my biggest goal rn but it's so difficult to get in djdjdhd

dream trip: umm haven't rlly thought about it? if i have good company it wont rlly matter ?

favourite food: damn i would die for sushi ok

play any instruments: im trying to play the guitar but im not that good honestly

favourite song: currently 1950 by king princess :""))

play(ed) any sports: i used to play tennis but i had to stop cause of school and i rlly miss it 😭

hair colour: blonde

eye colour: blue/green/ they also have a splash of orange/brown idk theyre weird

most iconic song: honestly what's more legendary than lady gagas bad romance i dare u to tell me

languages i speak: fluently greek and english but i kinda speak german too? (i havent used them in so long idr remember how to speak properly :(( )

random fact: i despise potatoes in every form and also all products coming from potatoes

describe yourself: im loud, sentimental, very unapologetically bi, i have short hair, im rlly tired all the time, my life is mostly consisted of watching tv shows and studying, i like drawing but i never rlly like what i make, i love doing makeup, i care for my friends more than i care about myself, mostly i feel im not enough ™ , id rlly kill for a septum piercing and for me to get in the biology school °~°

imma tag @mothgane @atenebrae @candied-clouds @deardnp @nataliapapadiamonds @chillerthrillerfreak and @awkward-green-gal

#about me #everyone who wants to do this is officially tagged by me !!!

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