#2019 eddie kaspbrak imagine

[p1zzaparty]

sorry for the lack of posting i thought it was actually suchhh a good idea to replay the entirety of fallout!!!

Have some eddie studies while i get back into the groove of things

ive been practicing stylizing him more because im obsessed with capturing his likeness in my style. Actually studying his face a lot more made me realize how crazy square this guy is. I think i tricked myself into believing he was sharper than he actually was because you know, sharp triangles = jerk ass characters. But hes actually pretty soft and round. And long Horse face

[seecarrun]

He admits to being in love with Eddie during an interview with Out Magazine.

He doesn’t say so by name, exactly, but it’s obvious, and if Eddie reads the interview he doesn’t bring it up, which Richie is super grateful for, as the rest of his shitty friends have no problem talking to him about it and frankly, it gets old.

But Eddie plays it cool.

Until he doesn’t.

They’re on the phone, Richie has him on speaker while he’s browning ground beef for tacos and telling him about the big wig party he went to at Bill’s over the weekend.

“Yeah, this director said I might be perfect for this part in some slasher movie he has coming up. I might do it? I can’t act for shit, but I think I’ll get killed pretty early on in the film so—”

“So are you hanging out with Bill a lot?” Eddie interrupts, and Richie blinks down at the phone quickly in surprise.

“Uh yeah? I guess? When he’s actually in town. You know how hard it is to keep that asshole in one place.”

Eddie hums. “And it’s not…awkward?”

“Why the fuck would it be awkward?”

“The interview,” he says, slow, syllable by syllable, like Richie is an idiot.

He rolls his eyes. Guess they’re finally talking about it. Goodie. “Why would I care what Bill thought of my interview?” he asks.

Eddie is quiet for a moment too long before scoffing out an annoyed “Because you’re in love with him?”

Richie tries not to laugh, he really does, but he definitely snorts, like, loudly. “Bill?”

“Yes.”

Richie bites back another snort. “Biiill?”

“Yes Bill!” Eddie snaps back stubbornly. “You said you’re in love with your best friend who is short and handsome and brave and a little dumb. That is literally Bill.”

“Dude,” Richie laughs, “I also said anxious and angry and the only person I know who might be funnier than I am, which is very much not Bill. Or did you just ignore that part?”

Eddie is quiet again before finally clearing his throat. “I didn’t read that far,” he admits.

“It was literally in the same paragraph, you dingus.”

“Hey, fuck you! I thought the guy I love was in love with someone else, okay? I was distraught! Why would I keep reading that shit?”

Richie opens his mouth, about to tease that maybe he should have said he was ‘really dumb’ instead of just ‘a little dumb’, when Eddie’s words finally register.

“Wait, Eds… You’re in love with me?”

The line is quiet, until Eddie squeaks out a little “Fuck.”

[fantasticcolorcloudflap]

It fans when "I know your secret your dirty little secret"

[kate-bishops-girlfriend]

MAN THIS FIC!!

i don't think i can actually express how much i adore it, it was one of the first fics i read on tumblr a couple years back when you didn't need to make an account to read, this is low-key the fic that got me into reading fanfics on tumblr and i made an account back then so i could read this again.

i still come back to it every few months and it still blows my mind every time as much as the first, i love it. it's basically perfect, all of it - the banter, the almost enemies to lovers, the snarky back-and-forth, how the boys are in the background when they're sleepy, all of it. this is quite possibly my comfort fic.

of every fic i've ever reblogged on here, this one is for selfish reasons cos i want to be easily able to find it again on my blog. i could never recommend a fic more!!

subzero - beverly marsh x fem!reader

it fandom week: huddling for warmth

content warnings: mentions of intoxication, smoking, swearing, fire, harmless threats, inhaler abuse, enemies to lovers, also i’m making bev tall bc i love tall gals word count: 3k

at the ripe age of ten years old, you knew you wanted to become a mother. the appeal of bouncing children in your lap, tucking them into bed, and the empowering feeling of calming tantrums down was something you naively believed was your destiny.  now, ten-year-old you was never wrong, you knew that. but what you didn’t expect was for your dream to come true at eighteen, stuck mothering six drunken teenage sons during a hailstorm’s power outage.

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[tacosareyummy]

this is just so adorable i basically have no fucking words.

Chaotic Dads

A/N: so i had this all written last night and then lost half of it so i had to rewrite it but that’s okay because it was so fun to write. i had an amazing time with this imagine and i hope that it is as much fun to read as it was for me to write :-) also also this is the longest imagine i’ve written so i’m proud of that :-)

Pairing: Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak) x Daughter!Reader

If there was only one word that Y/N had to describe living with her dad’s Richie and Eddie, it would be chaotic. 

Only on the night Y/N got back from her study group, walking through the doors of her home, there was no chaotic shouting and laughing, no Eddie admonishing Richie for another poor attempt at a British accent. It was silence and hushed whispers, more stressed on Eddie’s side while there was more silence on Richie’s.

“I can’t believe MIke called us. What does he think we’re going to do? Go back to Derry?” 

Richie ran a hand through his hair, both men not noticing Y/N walk into the room and stand in the doorway. 

“God I feel fucking nauseous.” 

“Dad, are you okay?” 

Eddie turned his head first, looking at Y/N like a deer caught in headlights, Richie slowly turning his head after; looking a little gray faced. 

“O-Oh yeah I’m good kid.” 

Y/N nodded slowly, looking skeptical but deciding against saying anything. 

“Well is everything okay?” 

Eddie started to ring his hands before running his hands over his face. 

“U-Um yeah it’s good.” 

 Y/N nodded before looking around.

“So…” 

Both men looked at her confused because of the coy way she had her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on her heels. 

“So?” 

“Where is Derry and why does it have you both stressed?”

The couple looked at each other, fear slowly seeping through their bloodstream.

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Y/N sat in the back seat as Richie drove, Eddie sitting in the passenger seat, the spectacle clad man gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were white while passing the sign that read ‘Welcome To Derry’. 

The sound of the radio created a soft hum as the wind whipped through the ajar windows, providing a soft sliver of fresh air to combat the suffocating interior of the car. 

“So where are we going?” Y/N asked, taking her headphones out and pausing her music, taking in how Eddie and Richie looked at each other. 

“T-To um meet up with some old friends.” Eddie whispered, feeling a ball well up in his throat that was about to bring on hyperventilation but then he felt fingers intertwine with his; Richie smiling while he kept his eyes on the road. 

“I didn’t know you two had friends.” 

Richie laughed properly for the first time since he got the call from Mike, feeling some of the fear alleviating from his chest. 

“Ha ha that’s very funny Y/N.” Eddie spoke, his voice deadpan but the humor was evident. 

“Also why are we in Derry? I didn’t even know this place existed.” 

Richie cleared his throat, uncomfortable memories coming back of Henry calling his homophobic slurs and the sadness of pushing down who he truly was washed over his in staggers. 

“Well you see mah dear, Derry is the bees knees.” 

Richie’s accent couldn’t be placed and it made Y/N roll her eyes but a smile couldn’t be held back.

“Beep beep Richie.” 

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Richie pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and after turning off the car just sat there with Eddie, both looking at each other with a fear that was palpable, Y/N feeling it fill the car and wash over her. 

“Dads? Are we all good to go in?” 

The sound of their daughter’s voice brought them out of their shared terrified memories, turning in unison to face Y/N before Richie smiled and nodded. 

“Let’s get in there.” 

“Your New York accent is terrible dad.” 

Eddie laughed as Richie rolled his eyes playfully. 

“I thought I was getting better.”

Y/N laughed while getting out of the car, Richie and Eddie following shortly after and there was a moment of calm before Eddie grabbed Richie’s hand for stability; Y/N pulling her jumper closer around her as the night air seemed colder. 

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Eddie asked, his hand coming to grip Richie’s shirt to ground himself. 

Before Richie could push down the fear to be able to answer, Y/N spoke up from across the parking lot in a tone of faux annoyance.

“Are you two coming or what?” 

The pair look at each other, sharing a look and a still moment before turning to look at Y/N, both of them nodding and starting to walk over. 

“I don’t know why we agreed to do this?” 

Eddie’s rhetorical question came out as a whisper as the trio walked through the door, Y/N going first and heading straight to a small fish tank. The sound of excited conversation and constantly moving cutlery eased the older men’s minds for a moment, focusing hard to not fall into the fear that was clinging at their peripherals; Eddie was shocked that Richie hadn’t tried to fill the silence between the two with unfunny quips and awkward humor. 

Eddie stepped forward then and wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist, wanting to hold him and do his best to ground the spectacle clad man. It seems to work as Richie pressed a soft and loving kiss to the crown of the shorter man’s head. 

“Whatcha lookin at ova there?” 

Y/N turned around and put her hands in her pockets, tilting her head and one of her dads and smiled.

“I was just checkin’ out dem fishes pops.” 

Richie laughed at the attempted New York accent, the low rumble in his chest comforting Eddie immensely.

“You really have to work on that accent darling.” 

Y/N laughed while rolling her eyes.

“I would’ve said it’s better than yours if I’m honest.”

Before Richie could retort, a hostess came over to them and asked how she could help.

“We’re here to see Mike Hanlon.” 

Eddie followed beside the hostess, Richie and Y/N walking a little ways behind so he could list off what he couldn’t eat to the hostess; the other two tuning out what they had heard countless times before.

“- gluten and if I eat cashews I could realistically die…” 

Eddie’s voice trailed off as he made eye contact with Mike first and then Bill, a rush of memories hitting him like a train; not noticing that Richie and Y/N were right behind him.

“Holy shit.” 

Mike was the first one to one to step forward and greet the trio, first Eddie and then Richie, giving the men a hug each and lingering with his hands on their biceps, one after the other, and just taking in the fact that they were in front of him. Shortly after Bill followed suite and gave each man a handshake. 

“I’m so glad you both came.” 

The men nodded and were about the speak but then Y/N’s voice cut through. 

“Oh my god.” 

All the attention was on her as she stepped forward towards Bill, her eyes wide and starstruck. The man in question looked confused for a moment, taken aback by the reaction of the young girl and how excited she was to even be in the same room as him. 

“You’re Bill Denbrough.” 

“I am and who are you?” 

Y/N forgot how to speak for a moment, not believing that her favourite author was speaking to her. 

“I’m Y/N, the kid of those losers.” 

Y/N motioned to Eddie and Richie lazily with her thumb, smiling when Bill laughed and nodded, both not noticing the mock offended look on the taller man. 

“Oi you take that back.” 

Y/N turned to look at him and stuck out her tongue before turning back to Bill. 

“It’s amazing to meet you. Your books are some of my favourites. I especially love the endings because you have a way of making them feel so real and raw, even if they might not always be what is expected.” 

Bill felt a swell of happiness in his chest at hearing that his endings had been enjoyed, only hearing that they weren’t good by so many people, even if they felt like the best direction to him. 

“What’s one of your favourites?” 

It took a moment for Y/N to think but then it came to her. 

“The book about the man with a hook for a hand. It was insane. It took me three days to read the last chapter because I didn’t want it to end.” 

“That was one of my favourites to write. The ending of that book was my favourites.” 

“It was my favourite too. I felt like I was there with the main character. It was so good.” 

Bill smiled and thanked Y/N, watching as they got the copy of the book out of their bag along with a pen and shyly asked if he could sign it. 

“It would mean the world if you could.” 

Bill took the items from Y/N carefully, opening the book to the title page on the table before writing a sweet message and then signing underneath; handing it back and watching as Y/N read the note. 

The pair continued to talk a little ways away as Mike, Richie and Eddie spoke quietly. 

“Thank you both for coming. I knew you both would.” 

Eddie didn’t want to say anything about the fact that he had really considered not going and it was thanks to Richie that he hadn’t balantently refused or jumped out of the car while it was on the road. He didn’t think Mike would want to hear about that. “Oh yeah, of course Mike. We wouldn’t miss coming back to kill the clown that made our lives hell as kids for anything.”

Mike didn’t react to the sarcasm or the uncomfortable looks on the pair’s faces, instead starting to ramble about how grateful he was and how excited he was to see the others; no one mentioning Stan. Before anything else could be said however, Beverley’s voice was heard. 

“Is that you Trashmouth?” 

Everyone turned at the sound, Bev standing there looking as beautiful as always while Ben stook behind, looking bashful and flustered, his crush on Bev hitting him full force after all these years. 

“That’s Mr Trashmouth to you mah dear.” 

Bev laughed at the accent, memories of Richie’s nonsense filling her mind. 

“You know you haven’t gotten any better at the accents Tozier. I would have thought time would help.” 

Richie laughed and the soft rumble of his chest comforted Eddie, grounding him and filling his chest and heart with a feeling of overwhelming love and adoration. 

“So drinks?” 

“After the drive I just had, yes please.” 

The group got situated around the table then, Y/N sitting between Bill and Richie, laughing as her dads began to bicker and the waitress come in the take orders. THe atmosphere was like coming home, friends reuniting and picking up right where they left off, even if the elephant in the room was waiting for them to talk about it. 

“Oh Bev, Ben, this is our daughter Y/N.” 

Beverley was the first to introduce herself, Ben after, the red head making conversation and helping the girl to feel comfortable and welcome. It didn’t take long for the group to share stories with her about what her dads were like as kids, Y/N laughing harder than she had in a while at Richie and Eddie’s antics and how similar they were then to how they were now. 

It was then that the drinks came, alcohol for everyone else and a coke for Y/N. 

“To the Losers Club and to memories.” 

Mike said, raising his glass, the rest of the group, including Y/N (even if she had really no clue). 

Everyone repeated the sentiment before clinking their glasses together.

“To the Losers Club and to memories.”

[sm0kingcrack]

decided to make a messy little comic from the headcanon from this post because even though i did that whole pretty picture, the idea was still stuck in my head

[liv45no]

*on a nature hike*

Mike: it’s beautiful out here

Bill: and quiet

Eddie: too quiet

Beverly: did we lose someone?

*cut to Richie trying to befriend a bear*

[whatthefuckisasweep]

I really love @gloomy-prince​ ‘s trans Eddie comic so so so so fucking much. ITS SOOOO SOO well crafted and wholesome and always makes me smile or like gasp in some way everytime it updates

SOOOO I drew a lil fanart of the AU with Richie being silly right after the haircut because FUCK I love to imagine how supportive and cute all the losers would be with eddie, esp richie.... MY HEARTTTTTT !!!

ALT TEXT: a drawing of trans eddie with his hair short, having just been cut by richie. richie is behind him holding two strands of cut hair above his lip as if it is a mustache. he is smiling wide and saying “HOI. OIM MISTAH EDWARD K!!” while eddie rolls his eyes playfully and tries not to smile. 

also. READ MORE FOR A BONUS COMIC BUT BE WARNED MY COMIC SKILLS ARE LACKING 

stan has to do it all himself in the end, as was richie’s intention XDDD

ALT TEXT: a 6 panel comic. In the first panel, richie and eddie are laying in the hammock, with eddie reading a comic book and richie just relaxing. In the second panel, there are “huffs” and “hrks” that are heard by richie. He looks over. In the third panel, stan is carrying a big box that says “bird books” and also a grocery bag. He looks tired. He says, “can one of you lazy fucks help me?” In the fourth panel, richie smiles and looks at stan. He says “You heard em eds, use them big man musk-les!” Eddie glances up from his book. In the fifth panel, eddie angrily throws his comic book at richie and says, “JUST BECAUSE YOU FOUND OUT IM A DUDE DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO GIVE ME ALL THE WORK, ASSHOLE!”. Richie goes, “LMAOOO”. In the sixth and final panel, Stan is still carrying his stuff and he looks annoyed as all hell. He’s squinting angrily. Meanwhile, richie and eddie argue off screen through speech bubbles.  “well idk I think it does!” “it does NOT!” “I mean... look, you’re strong enough!” “It’s NOT ABOUT being STRONG!” 

[sunshinereddie]

because the idea of reddie babysitting stanpat’s kid makes me go insane literally every time i think about it,,, i have another hc.

imagining them babysitting, when blum-uris jr. is still pretty young, and after a long night of building forts and playing mario kart, the kid asks eddie to read her a bedtime story. eddie of course agrees, and he does to do that while richie takes on doing the dishes and cleaning up.

but once richie is done with the cleaning, he notices that eddie’s not back yet. he checks the time, and thinks it’s a little weird- it shouldn’t take this long to read a bedtime story. plus, it’s already past the kid’s bedtime, and richie knows that eds has always been firm on bedtime.

so he heads upstairs, and quietly opens up the door to the kid’s room, to see her in bed, fast sleep… and with eddie, right beside her, also asleep, with the book still open in his hands.

the sight alone almost makes richie’s heart explode from the sheer adorableness of it all- he takes a quick picture and texts it to stan, then quietly tip goes into the room and covers the kid and eddie with a blanket, gives them both a kiss on the forehead, and heads back downstairs, and he can’t stop staring at the picture he took, falling even more in love with his boyfriend.

[canislupus-exe]

Like Always | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/sanriogaki on weheartit <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Richie Tozier

reader | she/her (he ver.)(they ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | none

word count | 1,189

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

>> prompts <<

56 | “Are you flirting with me?”

67 | “Stop being so cute.”

68 | “You’re making me blush!”

summary | hi!! can I req a Richie x reader (teenagers- around 15-16?)  where they both like each other but are oblivious to each other's feelings? I think it prompts 56, 67, and 68 will work with this!

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You stretched out on the hammock that hung from the posts of the clubhouse. The other losers were strewn about the rest of the space, doing various things to keep themselves occupied. Richie had taken the liberty of staring you down since you were lying on what he considered the second coming of Jesus.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer, dickwad.” You said, stretching out to get more comfortable. Annoying him was just a bonus.

“Eddie, didn’t you say it was a 10-minute limit?” Richie asked.

“Uh yeah well considering you didn’t respect that rule when it was my turn I think (Y/n) has every right to overstay her welcome on that hammock.”

“Aw stop it, Eddie, you’re making me blush.” You teased. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Don’t make me take it back (Y/n).”

“Love you too Eds.” You replied as you went back to reading your comic book.

“Fuck this bullshit,” Richie exclaimed as he walked toward your reclined body. You lowered your book just in time to see Richie sidle up next to you. You groaned.

“Oh come on man, have some self-respect.” You grumbled as he made the fabric sway. He smirked and got comfortable the best he could.

“Ah, that’s refreshing. I mean honestly, my back was killing me. You know, now that I think about it, I could really use a massage. (Y/n), would you be so kind?” He asked, his voice patronizing. You rolled your eyes and set your book down.

“Why of course Mr. Tozier, you should’ve said something sooner. Come real close and I’ll get all that tension out for you.” 

“Now that’s what I’m talking about. Finally getting the royal treatment I deserve.” He replied jokingly, knowing there was no way you’d go for it. You adjusted yourself and to his surprise, actually began to massage his back. His face slowly turned red as he felt your hands climb up his skin, gently pressing your fingers and palms down interchangeably. 

“You're actually…?”

“Anything for you Richie.” You teased. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears. His skin was so soft you were scared your fingertips might just pass through him. You tried to play it cool like this was just your normal, run-of-the-mill, Richie pulling punches and (Y/n) being the only girl dumb enough to punch back, but you knew that was a lie. You knew your hands were trembling as you caressed the back of the boy you’d had a crush on for God knows how many years and you knew he’d start to feel it soon as well.

“Are you flirting with me?” He asked, his voice almost faltering in his throat. He was joking. He had to be joking.

“So what if I am?” You asked, leaning your chin on his shoulder and resting your hands on his hips. Richie practically burst at the seams from this, but what happened next threw him out of the trance faster than he’d fallen into it. You roughly shoved him off the hammock, smirking in triumph at the sound of surprise that jumped out of him. He fell to the floor, and the wind immediately knocked out of his chest. All he could do was lie there for a solid minute, processing what had happened.

“You skank!” He shouted, sitting up and turning toward you. You smirked and reclined again, picking up the comic book you’d set down.

“You love me.” You replied. He gave a slight chuckle before shaking his head and leaning against the wooden post that held up one side of the hammock. He did. He really did.

>><<

You yawned as you approached the arcade snack counter. You’d been going at Street Fighter for far too long and decided it was time for a pick-me-up. An ultra delicious total brain-freezing wild cherry slushie. Or just a cherry slush, as those less passionate than you would call it. 

You sauntered over to the counter and the employee who stood behind it and smiled. He placed a cup under the cherry spout, already knowing what you’d gone there for. To say you were a regular was an understatement. You placed $1.50 on the counter, and the employee finished in record time, sliding the drink to you and putting the cash in the register. You walked away, knowing that he knew that you didn’t need the change.

As you walked away, you ducked behind a hanging tarp. The part of the arcade that was always under construction for whatever reason. You liked laying low here to enjoy your slushes in peace and quiet. Plus there was a working Computer Space cabinet so that was the sickest part.

“How did I know you’d be here?” A familiar voice asked after the rusting of the tarp stopped. You snickered and looked over your shoulder, seeing your best friend.

“Richard Tozier. How often have I told you not to bother me in my super-secret lair?” You replied. It was now his turn to snicker.

“Lair? Seriously? This dingy old place has got to be one of the lamest ‘lairs’ I’ve ever seen.” He said. You exhaled and leaned against the cabinet.

“Yeah, I guess you're right. But it’s gotta be worth something with this original Computer Space cabinet which has an unbeatable high score held by… Well… me.” You replied, a smirk creeping its way onto your lips. There was nothing in the world that pissed Richie off more than the fact that he just couldn’t seem to top you in that damn game.

“Again with this. I swear it’s like the only thing you have over my head. Computer Space this Computer Space that meh meh meh meh meh.” He mocked you.

“Aw, someone’s getting all worked up. Come on, yell at me some more, I like it.” You taunted as you took a sip from your slushie.

“You like everything I do (Y/n).” He said as he leaned on the cabinet beside you.

“Why yes. Every night I go to sleep dreaming of my knight in shining armor Richard Tozier who will sweep me off my feet one day.” You jeered sarcastically.

“I bet you do. I bet you dream of kissing me like there’s no tomorrow.”

“Oh not just kissing Richie. No no no. In my dreams, we do so much more than just kissing.”

“God just stop being so cute!” He exclaimed, his tone much more genuine than he’d intended. You choked on your slushie slightly, your face growing warm from the blood that rushed to it.

“Wh-What?” You stared at him. His face dropped as he registered what he’d said. 

“Oh, I just- um… I-I’m kidding. Like always.”

“Then why are you so red?”

“It’s warm?”

“You’re so full of shit Tozier.” You replied before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. He made a noise of surprise but within seconds he was practically melting into your touch. He wrapped his arms around your waist and deepened the kiss as much as he could. You still tasted like the cherry slushie, and he couldn’t get enough.

[ghostlynimbus00]

Saw a hc on Twitter about myra cutting off Eddie from all their shared accounts (meaning all of his accounts bc he wasn't allowed to have any that weren't shared) in an attempt to force him to come back and I love hc like that bc then I get to think about how much that wouldn't fucking work

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Ben, Bill, and Richie are right there. Ready to be sugar daddies. Eddie don't got nothing to worry about.

[plus-size-reader]

Memories

Eddie Kaspbrak x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2479 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader patching up Eddie when Bowers stabs him

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Eddie wanted to leave, and in all honesty, you couldn’t blame him.

This place was so much worse than you could have imagined when you got that phone call, so much worse that you could have ever hoped to remember, even as your memories came flooding back.

Which was why you were packing.

If you had known, or could have remembered what you were signing up for when you and Eddie agreed to schlub your asses back to this town, you never would have come.

You shouldn’t have come.

So, all that was left to do was pack your stuff, and get back home without anything else going horribly wrong. It was a long shot, you were perfectly aware of that, but you didn’t care.

All you could think about right now was getting out of here, everything else would work itself out later.

“Oh, and then the leper, he threw up all over me” Eddie grumbled, his voice carrying even over the running water of the sink and the distance that separated you without any problems.

He got that from his mother.

“Hey, it’s Mike Hanlon, why don’t you come back to Maine?” he continued, hardly taking a breath as he complained about everything he’d had to go through since you two separated this morning.

It hadn’t been a cakewalk for you either, of course, but you certainly weren’t envious of what he’d had to do at the hands of the clown.

It didn’t sound good.

Still, all you could muster out was an “uh, huh” in reply, something he’d grown more than accustomed to in all your years of marriage as you focused more on the task at hand than the ramblings leaking from his lips.

Most of the time you were busy, or just trying to let him rant when it happened, but today, neither of you seemed to mind too much about it.

You were too preoccupied with the current circumstances, and at this point, you weren’t even sure Eddie was listening to himself as he let off steam.

He was just trying to make sense of it all.

“Hey Eds, I’ll be right back. I think Richie stole my neck pillow” you called, having checked the closet four times only to come up empty each and every time. The only logical explanation was that he had it.

Of course he did.

Richie had been threatening to steal it since you reunited and he caught sight of the way you and Eddie traveled. It was like you’d found a way to pack up the entirety of Bath and Body Works into your Escalade.

Naturally, he wanted a piece of the action.

A similar hum of allowance came from the bathroom, likely alongside a wave of his hand as he finished washing the grime and ick from his skin, as if it would eat through his flesh if he didn’t.

If Richie did have it, all Eddie could do was pity him when you found out. If he thought you busted his balls as a kid, you’d only gotten more protective of your things.

It was bound to be a repeat of that time you threatened to put his hand in a blender after he stole your walkman freshman year.

…and your husband knew far better than to get in the middle of that.

“I’m going to kick your ass, Tozier” you hollered, all but sprinting down the stairs toward where he was staying, that same fire stirring in the pit of your stomach that you knew so well when it came to him.

Richie had always done things like this, and now, at this point, it was just immature and frankly, uncalled for.

Not that you were worried about your neck pillow for too long, because before you even had a chance to properly berate the fourteen year old masquerading as a grown man in front of you, Eddie yelled.

Really yelled.

It wasn’t like the surprised curse he sometimes let out when he hand touched a piece of food in the bottom of the kitchen sink, or when something startled him like jumpscares in horror movies.

It was real, and raw, immediately forcing an icy chill racing up your spine.

“Eddie? Are you alright?” you yelled, finding yourself almost unable to move as you imagined all the awful things that could have drawn a noise like that out of your husband.

Knowing this town, it could have been anything, and you didn’t like that. You didn’t like having to think of whatever horrors may have been awaiting you at the top of those stairs.

In any case, you could only really be sure of one thing anymore.

You had to get out of here.

“Eddie?” you called again, partially hoping that he was just fooling around, even though you knew that was the farthest thing from reality that he would have been doing.

It wasn’t in him, but still, as much as you knew it had to be bad up there, you couldn’t make your feet move from the floor.

You were terrified, in the same way you’d been all those years ago, when everything felt like it was out to get you.  When the darkness felt like more of a taunt, a promise of the nightmares to come.

Beverly was the first to reach him at the top of the stairs, a scream leaving her lips as she surveyed the scene in front of her.

It wasn’t until you heard that sound shocking you from your place, that you moved finally, following your heart even though your every instinct was urging you to run in the other direction.

“What happened?” What is it?” you asked, forcing yourself up the stairs alongside the rest of your friends, not stopping until Eddie came into your field of view.

It was so much worse than you thought.

Eddie was collapsed against the wall, covered in blood, with what looked to be a literal hole in the side of his face.

At first, you almost couldn’t believe that it was real, but then you remembered the unfortunate truth of your circumstances.

You weren’t at home, where your biggest worries were getting groceries once a week, making it on time to your nine-to-five, and Eddie’s insistence he was coming down with something even though you both knew he wasn’t.

This was a whole different thing entirely, and right now, the love of your life was in real danger.

“Bowers is in my room” he allowed, his words little more than a post on the bulletin. Really, you were just finding it hard to believe that he was being so calm, but chalked it up to the shock.

Once he realized what happened to him, you’d never hear the end of it. He would need a million different antibiotics, and he’d probably make you check it for infection four times a day, but you didn’t mind that.

All you cared about now was making sure that this trip didn’t kill him.

“Is it bad?”

It wasn’t until Eddie spoke again that you realized he was talking to you, his hand gently tapping at your knee a few times to get your attention. The action left behind the light ghost of his blood on your skin but you didn’t care.

You were just trying to figure out what you needed to do from here.

Naturally, your first instinct was to take him to the hospital as quickly as possible but that was hardly an option given everything.

You were just going to figure something out here.

“I went downstairs for like four minutes” you breathed, your words little more than a suggestion as you tried to find any humor in this. Of all the awful things you could have expected from this trip, you hadn't anticipated anything like this.

You should have seen it coming.

You knew that.

With everything that had happened since you two had come back to this town, it should have been the first thing on your mind but it just wasn’t.

It couldn’t have been.

You hadn’t thought about Henry Bowers, or the hell he and his goons put you all through, in years and in all honesty, you probably would have kept it that way, pretending the Bowers Gang didn’t exist, if you had your way.

…but you didn’t.

Like everything else, evidently Derry had stolen your ability to get away from anything bad, deranged rednecks and improbable injuries included.

That couldn’t have been more obvious than it was right now.

“Yeah, four minutes too long” your husband shrugged, and you could tell the action caused him pain, even if he was doing a great job of keeping it hidden.

Of course it hurt.

You’d never personally been stabbed in the face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to imagine it was a pleasant experience.

“Can you guys get him somewhere more comfortable? We have a big first aid kit in the car” you asked, earning an immediate nod from Ben, who you knew would have done anything to be of help.

Any of the surrounding losers would have.

That was why you had one another all those years ago.

As quickly as you could, you rushed out to the car to fetch the kit in question, all but tripping over your own feet as you did.

This whole thing was so much easier when you were teenagers.

Now, the stakes were a hell of a lot higher than Eddie’s mom trying to put him in a bubble because she was convinced he had contracted the plague at the movie theater.

By the time you got back inside, the rest of the losers had your lover set up in the bedroom propped up against the headboard, with one of the bathroom towels held to his face.

He’d definitely looked better, but all things considered, he was still holding up really well.

“When you said big first aid kit, I was actually expecting bigger” Richie teased, admiring the huge case you brought with you when you entered, astonishment written all over his face.

It actually sounded like it may collapse the mattress when you set it down.

It was big, the biggest first aid kit he’d ever seen but knowing Eddie, Richie always thought he traveled with a mini hospital up his sleeve.

…and it looked like he was right.

“Yeah, well, this is our traveling first aid kit” you countered, shooting him a teasing glare as you did your best to focus on the task in front of you, your lover steadily bleeding onto the bedding below him.

You and Eddie shared a single look before you moved on from the whole thing. Richie’s jokes weren’t funny growing up and they hadn’t evolved much since then.

He meant well, and everyone knew it, that was the only reason you still kept him around.

“You guys go help Mike, we’ll be down as soon as I stop the bleeding” you suggested, hearing the distant crash of something in the distance, surely the calling card of something else awful on the horizon.

Something awful that was going to have to wait until you could put Eddie’s face back together.

Bev muttered some kind of reassurance as she passed, squeezing your shoulder and closing the door behind her, after the surrounding men left to check out what was going on downstairs.

It was just never ending here.

The two of you sat in silence for a while as you worked on the task at hand, and Eddie busied himself studying the look on your face as you focused.

You had always been so beautiful, and it blew his mind every day that somehow he’d managed to end up with you after everything.

“Doing okay?” you hummed, watching him out of the corner of your eye, catching sight of whatever he had going on without much context at all. Given what was going on, you were worried you were hurting him.

Though, you should have known it wasn’t that.

“Oh yeah, just thinking,” he shrugged, wincing ever so slightly as you replaced the towel with some clean gauze, before giving him that pointed look, wordlessly asking him what exactly it was he was thinking about.

If you had to guess, you would have assumed it had something to do with the open wound in his face but without words, there was no telling what had a hold of Eddie’s attention.

Not at a time like this.

“This just brings back memories” he explained, recalling all the times you’d been in positions similar to this.

You had patched Eddie up like this a million times before growing up, when he’d have a run in with Bowers and his goons or that one time when he’d fallen and scraped his knee and didn’t want his mom to find out.

It had saved him a lot of hassle, having you around.

Sometimes he joked that was why he kept you in the first place. He needed someone who knew how to take care of him better than he did.

…and he wasn’t wrong.

By this point, there was almost nothing you hadn’t done for Eddie, and you wouldn't have had it any other way.

Richie and the others might have liked to make jokes, but they didn’t know how hard it really was for Eddie to live under what his mother had done to him, and how little control he had over his concerns.

It really wasn’t his fault.

“This brings back memories, huh?” you hummed, leaning a bit closer to his face to admire the work you’d done with a small smile on your face. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but as long as you kept an eye on it and didn’t get killed in the next two days, it would heal.

It might not even scar, if you took care of it right.

You couldn’t help but giggle at that. Of course he could find a way to see the good in something like this off all things.

He wasn’t wrong though.

Nursing Eddie back to health was practically a primary skill at this point in your life, and at times like this, you were glad for it. There was no telling what you would have done in this situation if you didn’t have it.

Your husband nodded, bringing his hand up to gently pat at the bandage attached to his face, before deciding that he would live.

He never doubted you for a second, but this was his first time being stabbed after all.

“Well, Eds, as much as I love taking care of you, let's not make a habit out of this” you teased, standing fully but not before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, your way of kissing it better.

Just like all those years before.

[occasionaloneshots]

So you guys remember those chaotic satire 1D imagines? Well I’ve been obsessed with them recently so I made some for the losers club and Pennywise, here you go ❤️ happy Valentine’s Day, welcome back to the early-mid 2010s, these are horrendous

[fuqsketti]

king of detention

richie tozier x reader

part ( 1 / ? )

The cold empty hallways felt deathly as the pair walked to their boring destination, the squeaks of their shoes against the waxed tile making Richie's head throb.

It wasn't his fault, for once, it wasn't.

That's what made him so mad.

Y/n L/n, some random chick in his science class got him in a hell of a lot of trouble, 2 whole weeks of mindlessly wasting away in detention.

Richie normally never minded detention, this place was practically his kingdom after all , but then again, Richie knew how to take accountability for his actions, if he acted out of turn in class and got a pink slip then that's on him, he didn't mind.

But being falsely accused? Richie was a poor sad man.

Once they reached their destination Y/n swung the door open, not bothering to make sure it stayed open for Richie, the door nearly wacking him in the face.

Her grumbled some unheard profanity’s under his breath as he walked in after her,

"Richard, not a surprise to see you here." He heard Shannon laugh out.

Shannon, otherwise known as Ms. Terry, was the detention monitor, so let's just say her and Richie were quite aquatinted at this point.

"Why hello beautiful," Richie smiled, reminded that detention wasn't all that bad, Shannon often let him take out his walkman or sometimes even brought him comics she thought he might like. She wasn't nessasarily a teacher but if she was? She'd definitely be his favorite.

"What'd you do this time?" She asked, her blue eyes looking at him with the type of look a mother would give her son after he took 20 dollars out of her purse.

"Not what I did," Richie quipped, then looked at the y/h/c girl next to him, pointing to her.

"What she did."

Richie wasn't really a snitch but he'd guessed it didn't matter either way, Shannon had the report from the office already, she would read it and know what happened- so why not defend himself?

"Oh, And what's your name?" Shannon smiled at

y/n, inviting her to share the floor.

"Y/n, L/n." She whispered, feeling weird that being in detention wasn't as cut throat as she would've thought it to be.

"Your on my roster, never had one detention a day in your life." Shannon sighed out,

"So tell me, how'd you manage to get two weeks with this piece of work?"

This was how she normally operated, even when it's just her and Richie, she always asked why he was there, listening to his explanation-although Richie's accounts always tend to be over exaggerated and made to paint him in a good light.

However neither student said a word, staring at each other menacingly as if too dare them to lie about what actually happened.

"Sit down." Shannon sighed out, motioning to the row of desks behind them, both reluctantly doing as told,

She swiped up a few papers off her desk, skimming the words quickly,

"You guys are marked down with..." she read aloud then trailed off, her face twisting in disgust.

"Indecency in science class-?"

"Don't tell me you-" She began to say with a groan but was quickly cut off by a flustered y/n.

"No! I would never, that's gross!" She exclaimed then faked a gag. Richie's annoyance turned to being immediately offended,

"Oh pardon me Princess! Not exactly too thrilled about the idea myself." He scoffed, kicking the leg of her desk so it scooted her away from him.

If you couldn't tell, Richie was also the king of being petty.

Shannon shushed them both then turned to Y/n,

"What happened Y/n?"

Y/n squirmed in her seat as she felt Richie's intense gaze on her, a glare that she had caught one to many times this past hour.

"We were in biology, making that weird purple goo stuff with the chemicals we were provided and, I got paired with Richie..." Y/n said calmly,

"We were supposed to mix the green liquid with the red liquid, but wise guy over here... thought it'd be funny to mix the orange with the green." Y/n found herself getting quieter as she recalled the events, almost embarrassed by her past actions.

Y/n had always been an A+ student, never late for a class and never letting her attention drive away from what was important., so having a detention on her permanent record? It was enough to make her want to punch Richie's dumbass face into a wall.

"And..?" Ms. Terry urged her on,

Y/n scrunched her nose then sighed in annoyance,

"It exploded, like really bad exploded." She finally said with a sigh.

"It stained all the tables and some kids skin, it even broke like 3 beakers." She then continued, making Shannon quietly gasp.

"So now your here?" She asked.

"Yes maim." Y/n whispered, earning a solemn nod from Shannon who then turned her attention to the raven hair boy who was giving her a pout.

"Richie?" She cooed, Richie's head shot up

"My turn?" He asked, sitting up almost excitedly.

"Mhm." She hummed and readied herself for his motormouth to start going.

"Okay, okay, okay." He began, then took a deep breath before beginning,

"So it is true that I mixed the orange liquid with the green," He admitted, then pointed at Y/n, an attempt to accuse her.

"BUT it wouldn't have exploded if she had just left it alone and let my creation speak for itself,"

"What are you talking about?" Y/n interrupted him, shaking her head as if she couldn't believe the shit coming out of his mouth.

"You poured the red liquid in afterwards! three chemicals? of course it ended badly!" He reminded her,

"Y'know it wouldn't have ended badly at all if you just followed directions like a normal person!" She shouted back.

"Well not everyone is a goody goody teachers pet-" He began,

"I hate you!" She spat,

"Well i'm not too fond of you either Princess." He scoffed.

"Just be quiet and do some of your missing work, two hours starts...now." Ms. Terry sighed out, eyeing them both down, they both quieted down under her command.

Until Y/n quietly raised her hand,

"Yes?"

"What do I do if I have no missing work?" Y/n asked, hoping this seemingly cool teacher could have something fun in store for her.

"Think." Mrs. Terry replied without looking up

"Oh." Y/n whispered, she could hear Richie stifle a laugh at her expense, so she just rolled her eyes and laid on her hand, figuring maybe a nap could end this 2 hour long bore fest.

"Richie, get to work. Mrs. Lune wants your essay by tomorrow." Mrs. Terry snapped back shushing the boy and making him reluctantly start looking through his backpack.

"Yeah yeah," he sighed, pulling out a crumpled lined paper and smoothing it on the edge of his desk.

About 15 minutes of silence passed before the pair sparked up again,

Y/n had been daydreaming about all the different ways she could explain to her father her absence, she couldn't just outright say 'she got detention' she couldn't break her father’s heart like that- she'd surely figure out a way to lie him-

"Psst-!" Richies hiss snapped her out of her thoughts but of course, she chose to ignore him, she didn't want to hear another complaint.

"Princess!" He whispered a bit louder then poked her with his newly sharpened pencil, causing her to yelp at the jab.

"Stop calling me princess!" She whisper shouted while rubbing the spot her stabbed.

"What's the capital of Maine?" He asked ignoring her previous remark.

"I can't tell if you joking?" She asked, not wanting to engage but some part of her needed to know if this boy was really that stupid and as he just stared blankly back at her, she got that he was.

"Augusta." She answered with a sigh,

"Maine, originally an exclave of Massachusetts became a state in 1820. Maine's first capital was in Portland but the government moved to Augusta in 1832, for its more central location within the state." She spout it all out like a encyclopedia, then sighed contently, proud of herself for being able to remember that off the top of her head.

"What the fuck." Richie muttered as he stared at her like she had grown a third eye.

"What?" She asked, as if it were normal.

"You're like a dictionary!" He exclaimed beginning to frantically write on his paper ignoring her comment on how,

"Dictionaries aren't filled with facts, their filled with words and definitions-"

it's not like any of that really mattered to him in the end.

"Can you say that again, but much slower?" He asked pausing his writing and looking up at her with a grin.

"About dictionaries?" She asked, this caused him to chuckle slightly as he shook his head.

"No about august- or however you say it..." He murmurs then gave her a pleading look, one that she for some reason found rather hard to ignore.

"It's Augusta." She corrected him, averting her eyes from his doe brown ones, she never cared too much for eye contact. It was always too intense for her liking.

"Yea, yea I knew that." He scoffed, then tapped her sneaker with his beat up converse.

"Slower, please." He whispered.

This all felt so odd to her, didn't they just hate each-other five minutes ago? Why did he seem so nice now? Sure he was still an undeniable dumbass who couldn't pass a class even if you gave him a cheat sheet but he was a sweet dumbass, one that reminded her of a puppy.

"Are you writing it down?" She whispered back.

"Duh? My entire report is on the capital of the state, are you even listening?" He replied then laughed his tone making her feel stupid

, so much for a puppy.

"And you didn't even know what it was? Didn't she say it was due tomorrow?" Y/n shot back, sliding her foot out from under his and tucking it under her other one.

"What's your point?" He scoffed

"You're unprepared is my point!"

"Well I'm getting it done now and that's gotta count for something." He defended himself, starting to fuck around with the bright pink eraser on top of his pencil.

"No your not? Your using the most basic fact about Augusta and thinking that's enough to write an essay off of-" She began to say-

However Richie cut her off, with that same damn tone that pissed her off so much ; she wasn't an idiot.

"It's only supposed to be five paragraphs long, with that one piece, if I'm lucky, I can base each paragraph off a different part of what you just said."

"I find that highly improbable." She snapped right back.

"Well at the very least I'd get a C, and that's all I really need." He insisted

"A 'C' is not passing." She argued,

"Last time I checked? It definitely was." He mocked them rolled his eyes still picking at his damn eraser.

"Not in my house." She quipped,

"Well it is in my house." He shared, finally being able to pop off the eraser, a satisfied smirk coming on his face.

"You're parents must not care very much." she hissed, sending Richie over edge.

He shot the now discarded eraser into her cheek, hard then gave her an angry

"Fuck off."

He silenced her, his voice stern and no longer playful, no tone of mocking or joking, just a mean ol’ fuck off.

Her cheek stung by the impact, certainly a red mark was left behind.

She had no idea what had made him switch so quickly, and if anyone were to ask- she would describe her detention pal as ‘bipolar’

for she didn’t realize how deep words like that could cut neglected boys like Richie .

a/n

this is going to be my first mini series!! i’m so exciteddd

[h0p3ful-b33tl3]

richie coming back to derry and seeing eddie for the first time in like 27 years and immediately doing an 'am i gay?' quiz online

[strangestdrabbles]

Underrated Beauty

A/N: and I’m back :-) 

Pairing: Ben Hanscom x Reader (gender neutral)

“You’re beautiful you know that right?”

 Y/N’s voice was soft as they played with Ben’s hair and his ear rested against their heart.

 There was a quiet lull before Ben shook his head while blushing and nuzzling his face into Y/N’s chest. The gesture was pure and caused Y/N’s heart to swell before clenching, a soft ache beginning to throb around their sternum, consuming their heart slowly.

 “You are my love. You’re beautiful in everything you do and are.”

 --

 The day that Ben had off was perfect due to the pearlescent skies, a golden sun and a sweet breeze kissing the pair’s cheeks and engulfing them in cool air which allowed them to feel completely comfortable; everything perfect for the picnic that Ben had planned.

 As Y/N was picking at the strawberries they took in Ben as he was telling a funny story from work, his face lighting up as he smiled and the sun haloing and hazing around him in the most ethereal way. It was as if he was made of heaven and gold, his smile lighting up more and more as the story progressed all the while not noticing that Y/N was completely enamoured, taking in absolutely nothing but main exclamations every once in a while. It took a moment for Y/N to realise that Ben had stopped talking and was looking at them with an amused expression.

 “What?”

 “Why are you looking at me like that? Did you hear anything I said?”

 “Um, you were talking about Christian’s antics.”

 “Okay you’re right but you didn’t answer the former question.”

 “I’m looking at you like that because I’m in awe and in love. Also, when you smile you’re so bright that even the sun is no match.”

 --

 A click. Another. Then another.

 Ben turned his head and saw Y/N holding the film camera close to their eye while a coy smile kissed their lips.

 “What are you doing?”

 A smile couldn’t be contained within Ben so it stretched on his lips along with a stunning rose blush on his cheeks, the question hanging in the air.

 “Taking photos.”

 Y/N’s answer came out as a giggle which was sweet and stretched their mouth wide, Ben being blown away and speechless due to the sight before him.

 “Why?”

 There was a moment of silence as Y/N moved closer to Ben, the soft sunlight warming the room comfortably and a lovely silence followed.

 “Because how could I not? Ben when you smile your face lights up and I can’t help it. You’re mesmerising and I wish you could see what I see.”

 “You really think that of me?”

 “I will never stop thinking that of you.”

 --

 The opening of the new gallery that Ben designed was a blur of beautiful architecture, sparkling champagne in glittering flutes and the wonder of those taking in the superb artwork. The sight of Ben in his suit caused Y/N’s heart to catch in their chest before skipping a beat and feeling as if a garden was beginning to grow. Everything brightened and was sweeter as Ben slowly made his way to Y/N, the smile on his lips ethereal in a way that lit up his whole face and bunched up his cheeks; the lights hazing ever so slightly to form a halo around the architect’s head.

 “So what do you think?”

 Ben’s lips softly pressed against the crown of their head as he spoke, the lights twinkling and winking every so often.

 “I’m speechless. Your beautiful creativity truly reflects on your work and your eye for detail.”

 Ben felt his heart flutter and couldn’t stop the red flush crawling up his neck and settling on his cheeks. The long nights and the weekends that he spent to finalise the designs and the intricate details of the gallery certainly seemed to have paid off, the sounds of laughter and awe surrounding him like a warm blanket.

 Y/N watched as people came up to them, congratulating Ben on his incredible work and smiling at the way his eyes lit up; thanking them and answering any and all questions they had, and squeezing his softly to show their support. The lights twinkled around the couple as they began to walk around and enjoy the art, Ben’s voice a soothing melody as he spoke of the beauty of the pictures in front of them before softly kissing the crown of Y/N’s head; their smile taking over their face and causing Ben’s heart to stutter.

 “You’re breathtaking in every sense you know that?” Y/N spoke in a low tone, looking up at Ben and blinking slowly as the alcohol brought a soft rose hue to their cheeks.

 He was speechless at that as the conversations around the couple faded into a soft symphony, looking into Y/N’s eyes and seeing the galaxy twinkling.

 “I-I…” Ben started, his words stopping in his throat as he took in the love of his life, the person that had been there with him through everything and the person that helped him see the beauty in everything; no matter how small. They understood the late nights and the weekends, the business trips and the constant calls, they understood everything and for that he was grateful.

 “I don’t know what to say.” Ben spoke softly, his voice slightly husky in Y/N’s ear causing tingles down their spine.

 “You don’t need to say anything, just enjoy the love and appreciation that’s surrounding you.”

 The couple continued to walk then, arms linked together as the orchestra continued to play the perfect music for the atmosphere and Ben introduced Y/N to people he worked with; his smile radiant which caused Y/N to not be able to look away.

 ‘Beautiful…’ Y/N thought as Ben laughed in what seemed to be slow motion, covering his mouth while his head was slightly thrown back.

 “So you must be so proud.”

 Y/N blinked slowly before looking at the man in front of them, a smiling kissing their lips softly.

 “I’m more proud of him than I could ever put into