{Hazy sunshine over the hill

[deadlycurves]

WHO: Hargreeves + YOU

WHERE: Krakoa; various

WHEN: Varies, specified by thread

WHAT: Varies, specified by thread

WARNINGS: Warnings will be updated where necessary

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[longoverdue]

God. That scenario. That's the one that keeps running through Richie's brain, despite all the evidence he has that Eddie would never do that to him, because—well, at some point, he's going to figure it out, right? That Richie's too much, too loud and too foul-mouthed and too scared sometimes to be his forever. The panic-brain never did completely leave Derry behind, the nebulous, all-consuming fear that so characterized Richie's life on his own world.

"I just think," he starts, then stops. Sighs. "What if I tricked him into this somehow, and he's gonna come to his senses at the fucking altar? Like," and here he imitates Eddie's voice, "oh, shit, what the fuck am I doing marrying this fucker? Coulda had my pick of anyone else."

He laughs, a little tired, tinged with a self-deprecating note. "I know he won't. I know that, but fuck, sometimes I wonder how long it's gonna be till the other shoe drops."

[deadlycurves]

Diego gets it. Some days, he’s still not sure why Lila wants anything to do with him. But she does ans he’s learned over the last theee years, to stop questioning it and just accept that she does want to be with him.

He sighs softly, part frustration, part something fond. “Richie, I love you, man, but you’re not so charming so as to trick someone into a marriage, okay? Eddie loves you... and he’s not that impulsive. He’s thought it through. He knows what he’s signing up for and he still said yes. And he’s gonna say ‘I do’, too.”

He tilts his head back against the couch. “I know it’s hard not to do that— I got that too, with Lila, with everything we have here on Krakoa... I’ve never had anything this good in my life before, and I came from an abusive home. I mean— you live waiting for the next shoe to drop in a place like that, and I don’t think once that’s really engrained in you, it ever fully goes away. But you gotta learn how to make that part of your brain shut up, tell it it’s wrong.” There’s a beat and the smirk he’s wearing is easily heard in his voice. “Or you have a best friend to tell you, instead.”