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urmomsmainbitch · 3 years ago

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american idiot - chapter one

link to wattpad story // link to series masterlist // link to writing

word count: 2.7k

warnings: the bowers gang, weapons, violence, basically the whole thing (if you're not comfortable with violence or abuse -- which henry faces during the movies and during the book -- then i recommend you don't read, but i'll try to tag appropriately!)

a/n: i hope you don't think it's ass but this is probably going to come out every other friday or so but this is more of a trailer than the start of the actual series

HENRY DIDN'T REMEMBER a better time in his life than when he heard the news that Tommy 'Gun' Lee was coming back to Derry for the summer. To him, nothing topped the moment where is dad was slurring over his dinner (leftover hot dogs -- again), and let it slip that the "ungrateful little bitch" was coming back for a few months over the summer, and that "your whore of a mother" didn't mention if she was staying for the year or not.

He remembered huffing and puffing, grumbling something under his breath before excusing himself, and running to call Patrick like it was fucking Christmas morning.

Something about his darling little sister coming back made his heart race and a smile light up his face, and it was evident from the way he stepped into Derry Middle on the last day of school.

Oh, this summer would be perfect! His deal with Denbrough was over, the gang was all together, and his perfect sister was coming back from San Diego for the summer. Tommy Lee Bowers, he knew, would make this the best summer he;d ever had -- and by fucking God, he wasn't going to let anything stand in his way. Not that stuttering freak or the stupid Tozier kid who's mouth ran a mile a minute or his father's thriving alcohol addiction -- absolutely nothing.

His Tommy Gun would rule that fucking school the second she stepped in to pick him up, and every one knew it.

Word travels fast at Derry Middle, and when it got around that Bowers had a little sister coming, the first thing Bill Denbrough did was panic.

She couldn't be too different, could she?

The same blood ran through their veins, the same color skin on their bones, and most likely, the permanently upturned smirk tattooed to their lips. His hopes didn't improve when he saw the girl himself, waiting outside on the hood of Butch's car, throwing rocks at little kids passing by as she sat patiently for Henry to come outside.

He'd promised her a tour of the school -- it's only fair, he put it, that a queen knows her kingdom before taking it over. Henry had no doubt that Tommy would run the school when it was her time in September. A grade below Tits and the rest of his ugly friends, it would be more embarrassing than anything else to watch them suffer socially at the hands of a twelve year old girl.

(Henry very much looked forward to that moment. So much so, in fact, that he near goddamn skipped his way to the front of the school to open the door so they could start the tour. It helped that he was getting out of math class.)

It was only in the few moments before she walked in the door (immediately claiming the whole goddamn building with a footstep) that Bowers caught him by the bag and dragged him into the bathroom, away from the rest of the kids, and most likely, where he'd lay dying for the rest of the school day and foreseeable future (Stanley refused to shit in the school bathrooms, and seeing as he was the only one on this side of the building, he was screwed.).

Bill had never liked being alone with Henry Bowers. Nothing good ever came out of it, and he didn't want to stick around this time to find out why he'd been pulled into a bathroom and away from the rest of the student population. Henry let go of Bill's bag, letting him stumble around for a second or two before straightening up and backing him up against the wall.

"W-what d-d-do you w-want, B-Bowers?" Bill nearly spat, looking the older boy in the eyes. Henry's permanent smirk seemed to grow a few inches on either side, because he just chuckled softly -- albeit cruelly -- and looked down at the Denbrough boy. Bill could smell his breath, even though the two weren't standing particularly close to one another.

"Well, B-b-billy," he mocked, nearly laughing as he relaxed his posture a little bit and backed away from him. (Any one is passing who didn't know them might have said, "Hey, I bet those two boys are damn good friends.") "I have some news for you and your group of stupid fucking friends, and let me tell you" -- Henry stopped to laugh for a second, like he was cracking himself up -- "it's going to make your life a living hell."

Bill gulped. He didn't think, realistically, it could get much worse.

"You got a free ride this year because of your little brother," Henry reminded, smiling a little bit, seeming genuine. "But the ride's over Denbrough. This summer is going to be the worst summer of your entire life."

(Bill didn't expect him to say anything else -- but honestly, every summer was the worst summer of his entire life. He didn't catch a break from the older boy and his group of goons, but there was a feeling down in the pits of his stomach that told him that this time, this time, for real, was going to be the worst summer vacation he's ever going to have as long as he lives.)

"But I do have a little piece of extra advice I'm gonna give you."

Bill huffed. "You're so generous," he started, rolling his eyes, as he tried to walk out of the bathroom. Henry grabbed onto his backpack, "but I think I'll have to pass with this one."

He was cut off as Bowers kicked him on shin and onto the cold bathroom tiles. So much for being brave.

"I think you might want to hear this." Henry squatted down to look Bill in the eyes. There was still a hint of a smile on his face. Boy, this is gonna be good. "If you think I'm a pain in your ass--"

"I d-do think you're a p-pain in m-my a-ass."

Henry paused for a second, sending a menacing smile, and pushed him back on the ground as he got up and stepped over the boy on the floor, before beginning to make his way out of the bathroom before looking back, before lending Bill a hand to get up. He hesitantly took it and brushed off his pants, lips pressed tightly together as he looked at Henry. "Then you're gonna hate the girl sitting on Belch's car."

"Why's that?" Bill asked, feigning confidence, already knowing the answer. Henry could tell, just exhaling and giving him a big mischievous smile, hands behind his back.

"Not important, but she's not gonna be as nice as I am," he said with a grin, "but I'm just looking out for you, Billy Boy. Wouldn't want Tommy Gun to whip your ass without some working, right?"

With that, Henry left the bathroom, a smile plastered on his face as he went to greet his sister, and Bill raced out of there like his ass was on fire -- warning Richie not to talk to or about the pretty girl sitting on Belch's car.

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"Best feeling ever!" Stan groaned, grinning ear to ear as he dumped out everything from his backpack. School had finally let out for the summer — no more stupid math classes or dumb reading assignments and annoying history tests, just Stanley and his bird book for three whole months.

A piece of his own personal heaven. Points if the pretty girl on Belch's hood was with him but hey, he wasn't picky.

"Really?" Richie asked with a grin on his face, "Try tickling your pickle for the first time." Eddie rolled his eyes, but Bill smiled. Stan let out another groan -- not a good one, this time -- even though, if he had to be honest, this seemed like it would be the best summer of his whole entire life.

Richie felt it too, if he were going to tell the truth (as he so rarely did -- or at times, so bluntly did), that this felt like it was going to the be the absolutely best summer he would have for the rest of his life. He had a whole checklist and everything for things he wanted to do (kiss some girls), things he wanted to see (some girls' boobs), and things he wanted to experience (there were a number of interesting things on this list).

And quite frankly, he felt as though every single thing on every one of his lists could be accomplished with the girl sitting on Belch Huggins' car hood, smiling mischievously as she watched the kids coming out of school.

God, did she really and truly look like an angel. Deep brown hair, straight in some parts and wavy in others, came down a little bit past her collarbone (not super cared for, but neither was his), cherry red lips, and a cute line of freckles going across the bridge of her nose. She was the most impressive tan he'd ever seen in his whole life, a very deep beige from the summer sun — even though it was only June.

The top part was being held up by some clip, and Richie could see his own Hawaiian shirt going over her tank top instead of the open button down she was wearing on top. It was lazy looking and careless and little bit disheveled, but that day, Richard Wentworth Tozier II was convinced he saw the hottest girl to ever be created.

Eddie interrupted his dream, snapping him back for only a second. "So what do you guys want to do tomorrow?"

"I start my training," Richie responded immediately.

"Training for what?"

"Street Fighter."

"You're going to spend your whole summer inside of an arcade?" Eddie couldn't imagine that prospect, but with Richie, anything was possibly -- no matter how disgusting it might seem.

"Beats spending it inside of your mother, oh!" Richie's goofy grin came back in an instant and leaned over for a high five from Bill when his hand was brought down by Stan. "And, 'course, my summer bucket list."

Eddie sent him a pity glance, "No girl's gonna let you fuck her this summer, Richie. If they have any brains at all, no girl is going to let you go within a ten foot radius of her without realizing what she's doing." Richie pressed his lips together. Of course Eddie would be cynical, it's just because — "and don't tell me that I think it because I just haven't hit puberty yet!"

Richie gave him a toothy grin, "Aw, shucks, Eddie Spaghetti, you know me so well. When you see a pretty girl, like say, that one over there—" he pointed discreetly towards the girl on the hood —"you'll get that feeling of butterflies in your stomach and just think, 'Wow, I've just seen an angel.' I don't mean Bowers, I just-"

"Yeah, you mean his little sister." Eddie looked up to Richie for a response, only to see him at a loss for words, jaw dropping and face paling.

For once, Richie Tozier was speechless as Eddie laughed and slapped his back as Bill mentioned something about the Barrens and Georgie and finding him — even though everybody had long accepted the fact that Georgie wasn't just missing.

It was like a switch. Everything changed in that instant. It was like she grew fangs and claws, and he watched Patrick look at her like she hung the fucking moon. It was incredibly painful, but he assumed, in a sense, they deserved each other. It took a second before he realized what this would actually mean for him: having to worry about a double in the hallways — a hot double that could potentially fool him into forgetting her Bowers-ness — and someone else to make fun of him in ways that he'd never tjough imaginable.

Sure, Bowers wasn't awfully bright, but he sure as hell was creative when it came down to it.

"Gunner!" Richie heard Bowers (the boy one) laugh as she shoved him in the side, cackling along herself, cigarette never leaving her mouth — opting just to talk out of the side of it.

Oh, so her name must have been Gunner. That's unfortunate, he thought to himself. But then again, she seems awful, so maybe she just deserves it. He smiled to himself. "Tommy Lee, we've gotta start heading out soon."

Wait, so was it Tommy Lee? Or was it Gunner? Was that just the gang's nickname for her? More importantly, if it was, why the fuck would they choose a name like Gunner for her? Nothing was settling about that fact, and although Richie wasn't typically one to spiral, it was hard to control himself.

"You didn't tell me you had friends, Henny!" Tommy exclaimed girlishly, making Patrick spit out his sofa and slam his hand on the car hood, flicking out her cigarette and letting Patrick snuff it out. She put a hand on her heart. "Oh, you've grown up so fast! I remember it was just yesterday you took a massive shit in that kids backpack and had to do forty hours of community service!"

Richie could tolerate a lot of things. One thing he couldn't tolerate though, was not being able to chime in when his story was being used and told all wrong — or mentioned without his name. Luckily, he was spared his intervention by a howling Belch Huggins.

"It was four eyes!" Huggins nearly screamed, warning a howling laugh from Tommy and shove from Victor, followed by a point led by Patrick. "Yeah, him!"

Richie could feel his face heating up, but before he could say anything, the bright blue TransAM was firing up the engine, and was getting ready to peel out of the school parking lot like a man man was driving.

Bill was the first to say anything. "Sorry about that, Rich. Bowers is a real asshole."

"So is his sister," he made out through his teeth.

Richie saw himself as a 'go with the flow' kind of guy, but goddamn it, he wasn't going to let Tommy Lee shit all over him and get away with it.

He was too stubborn, too arrogant, and too proud to let that happen, but with only a second or two of knowing she existed, he knew she was the exact same way. He could get tell it with the way she walked and talker and immediately took control of some of the scariest kids in Derry Middle.

But she wouldn't come out on top of this one.

There's no way. He refused to let it happen. Letting her win would show everyone else that he was just a loser who couldn't stand up to a girl who's was going to beat the living daylights out of him if he looked at her the wrong way.

She already had Henry and Patrick and Belch on her side — an even, if not better, match to four decently sized seventh graders. There was no excuse for them to get beat.

Grinding his teeth and tearing his eyes away from her, laughing mischievous and almost secretly as she put her cigarette out on Belch's hood as not to be noticed by he coo around the corner (Rich didn't know that the cop around the corner was her father who would beat her till she couldn't stand if he caught her smoking) he said, "So, Barrens tomorrow, right Bill?"

And right as Tommy Lee Bowers and her newfound gang pulled out of the parking lot, she and Richie Tozier locked eyes and made a silent pact — an agreement — something they both agreed on — something he'd be thinking about all night and the whole next morning:

Derry is two small for the two of us.

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babytortie · 4 years ago

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band-aid kisses

band-aid kisses ❘ eddie kaspbrak x reader.

summary: in which the reader gets frustrated with eddie’s obliviousness and attempts one last time with a big gesture that he wouldn’t misinterpret.

warnings: some fluff, slightly heated scene and teasing. <3

contains: eddie kaspbrak being a smug brat.

* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are seniors and 18 in this one-shot.

~ 2.6k words.

it started with subtle winks, innocent kisses on his cheeks, and letting your fingertips linger on his skin. you even went as far to leaning more than usual into him. i mean come on. a wink? the tips of your fingers leaving feather like touches to his shoulders and arms? sitting so closely that he scooted over to give you room, only for you to practically glue yourself on him? this boy is freaking clueless.

or so you thought. the day eddie noticed the change in your friendship was the day you were at his home and the two of you laid across his bed. it was another hot summer day and the fan on his ceiling was spinning around to keep the room a cool temperature. ever since the summer of it, he’s been more carefree, like for instance, letting his hair grow out longer to the point where styling it was no use.

most days he let his brunette hair blow-dry and then the curls were all sprung out in different angles as a result. a certain strand was sticking up bothering you. this caused you to scoot across the bed to him so you could flatten it to the side. you may have ‘accidently’ let your palm sit a second too long on his cheek. sure, eddie didn’t have a problem with you being touchy. besides richie, you were the closest to him within the loser’s group.

even hypochondria and the fear of germs couldn’t stop the constant liking he had when you were close in distance. when the two of you were younger, even before it, you liked to kiss his cheek on occasion as what was supposed to be a simple gesture. later on, when you left though, the other boys, richie, stan, and bill always picked on him jokingly about you.

the amount of teasing only grew when beverly, mike and ben joined the group. when eddie wasn’t around that day, the other’s, especially richie and beverly, would tease you as well. this cycle always came back around to ben trying to have your back claiming it was one of a kind ‘love’. ben meant well but unfortunately that suggestive assumption didn’t help at all. if anything, the opinions that ben gave who figured was helpful, only winded up the additional club members and the comments worsened.

the asthmatic teen could tell something was different in the air now between you and him. then it clicked that day when he glanced over at your makeup less face. despite the fact you were lounging around in sweats and a messy bun, you were perfect to him. you were best person ever to eddie kaspbrak.

your best friend realized that you like him and he definitely likes you. it was just the fact he was so nervous to act on those instinctive feelings and didn’t want it to ruin everything if he was wrong. besides the couple of times, you put yourself out there, you were just as clueless. but when you had an over-thinking shower you couldn’t help but notice the confusion.

eddie knew you so well, yet, it was odd that he hadn’t come up with any conclusions. the freckled boy continuously acted as if the actions you constantly made weren’t totally out of character.

a time more recently, the eight of you were on the way to a party and piled up in the back seats of bill’s van. something his mom graciously bought him so the losers could be safer when going out. this was because a month before that, you and the group drove down the main road and just about halfway there, bill was almost pulled over by henry’s father.

during that time, beverly was perched on ben’s lap and you were dangerously squished up to eddie's side. all of the losers, excluding eddie, had said later that night that you and kaspbrak were a bit to close in the car for just friends. which was sort of true but it was purposely picked by the others for you and eddie to share a single chair that was on the smaller side.

while lounging on half of eddie’s right leg and with your back was to his side, you moved your hip around purposely. only giggling softly when he let out a small groan at you taking awfully long to change positions and get comfortable again. though the smug brunette didn’t even acknowledge you with anything else. he knew exactly what you were doing but just continued on with the conversation he was having. talking about nonsense with stan, the blonde curly haired boy that was sitting in the passenger seat diagonal from the two of you.

rolling your eyes at eddie’s ignorance, you turned to look at richie who was sitting right across you and eddie, giving him a sad and defeated pout. the trashmouth teen had the audacity to watch it play out and carried on chuckling to himself quietly. richie turned to take a glimpse behind the row and you looked to see that beverly was sharing a smirk in agreement with him for the current situation. little shits.

when kaspbrak still wasn’t looking, tozier skillfully puckered his lips and pointed at him. you cursed and swatted his hand away before the asthmatic could notice. eddie noticed the two of you play fighting and pursed his lips. “why are you bullying y/n/n now, rich?” you glared at richie, as if to say “don’t you dare”, and he sighed. probably in annoyance that it was no fun he couldn’t open his loud trashmouth. “just y/n being y/n. what do you think about that eds?” he smirked.

“i think y/n/n is perfect just the way she is.” he replied with a small smile, putting his arm around your side so you didn’t fall over into richie when bill made a turn. what the asthmatic teen didn’t catch with his hand wrapped around your side was your heart. it was beating hardly against him and you were so sure it would fall out from your chest soon. your whole body was softening at his compliment and beverly looked at you with a look that said, “you have to tell him soon”.

now it was another saturday night and the group was once again hanging out. this time at beverly’s aunt’s house. unfortunately, you were still having problems, especially at the fact you weren’t even sitting next to your favorite boy. after one and a half movies in, they voted who would go and get the group drinks. eddie was the ‘lucky’ one picked and you had enough of trying to get his attention so you offered to come with.

knowing that you and the brunette asthmatic silently pinned over each other, the other’s quietly “ooo-ed” when he was out of range from hearing. richie apparently wanted to test your will to live when he cupped his mouth and whisper yelled on your way out of the living room. “get it y/n/n!” you flipped him the bird and somewhat regretted your choices from earlier. you expressed to tozier on the phone about how tired you were of eddie not picking up on your low-key moves.

of course, richie being a trashmouth who was never serious about anything cackled into the phone. “enough is enough. tell him tonight or else i’m going to sonia’s later on and what we’ll be doing will scare him away right to your house.” when your anxiety spiked at his somewhat recommendation, you asked for some advice on how to navigate that conversation. sadly, all of richie’s ideas were terrible and even though you didn’t admit it, he knew this as well. so, there was only one thing left to do and he dialed up beverly into the phone call.

she tried to be helpful and it inspired you with a brilliant idea for tonight. trashmouth listened in since he was too nosey for his own good to hang up and occasionally beeped into the conversation with a quip or smartass comment. the redhead and you wanted to slap the crap out of him and he snickered when beverly told him that.

breathing a deep breath in through your nose and out, you prepared yourself for what you hoped was about to be a good outcome. you made your way into the doorway of bill’s kitchen and the plan immediately flew out of the window when you froze. it was supposed to be something simple since you had it all planned out two hours prior. sadly, now it was all instantly screwed up when you caught sight of eddie’s back.

his hand was reaching up into the cabinet for cups and what was meant to be an innocent act was anything but that. at least not at least in your dirty mind. the asthmatic’s shirt was ridding up and his golden skin was showing. he had mother-back-freaking-dimples. back dimples. if it didn’t come back one day and kill you then surly this sight would.

of course, that was the moment eddie turned around and caught you staring. “see something you like?” he mumbled with flushed cheeks. you shrugged in response, not quite knowing how to reply. instead, you walked further into the kitchen and leaned up against one of the counters a feet few away from him.

when you passed by the wheezing kaspbrak, you put your hand out and subtly brushed your hand against the fanny pack strap that rested against his hip bone. yes, even three years later he still wore them. you had to beg him to continue wearing them when he questioned the fanny packs again a few months after it. he shivered when you walked by and didn’t complain, letting your fingers casually touch him.

even with fabric over his skin, there was something about your small touches that made him want to melt. little did you know eddie has always watched you. whether if it was in class and you unknowingly teased him by twirled a pencil around your pointer and middle fingers, or, even something as simple to putting your hair up on a warm summer day. he always wondered how they would feel gliding through his long curly strands.

”i’ll get out the iced tea and lemonade pitchers if you pour?” you voiced but already opened the fridge by the time you got to the end of your question. you were careful not to touch his hand when he grabbed the pitcher from you and poured one cup of lemonade each for you, beverly, mike, and ben.

you raised your brow when he kept sneaking glances at you from pouting at the fact you avoided touching his hand. you put your hands on the edge of the kitchen counter, resting them and your body against it in a casual stance. it was as if you were in control now and unbothered, brushing off the fact he was openly watching you. pushing your hips up onto the counter you tried to sit down gracefully. your ankles bopping against the cabinets as you watched him.

his arms flexed a little when he grabbed the other glasses. he focused intently so he wouldn’t make a fool of himself by spilling one of the drinks. without realizing he was doing it, his tongue kept flicking out to lick his bottom lip. he put down the filled lemonade cups and went to grab the iced tea but lost his balance in between and almost fell over his other shoe clumsily.

the asthmatic reached out to the side to grab something to catch his fall but ended up grabbing your thigh instead accidentally. you gasped at the feeling when eddie squeezed it but his hand shot away instantly. his eyes darted to the source that steadied him and he panicked. “shoot, sorry y/n!”

a small giggle fell past your lips before you could stop it from happening and it caused him to laugh too nervously. everything started going according to plan and now was the perfect time to introduce your grand gesture. your lips turned upwards into a smirk when you grabbed his shirt so he couldn’t move. “it’s okay eds, but i may need a band-aid.”

his breath stuttered and eddie swallowed nervously glancing down at your hand that was tightly clutching his shirt. he looked back into your eyes again and moved his hand to over the fanny pack. “i didn’t mean to hurt you! did i scratch you? i’m sorry!”

you frowned a little and bit your bottom lip, jutting it out, you shrugged and hoped your voice didn’t waver. "no i'm okay. i just..." trailing off. you sighed and looked down at his stained red lips from the popsicle earlier, then back into his brown eyes again. you hoped he would remain open-minded and bared your soul to him. you relaxed your hold on his shirt and let go.

instead, pointing at your lips and suggesting in a sweet, innocent tone. "i think i need a band-aid here.” eddie eyes widened at your request and he swallowed nervously. before he did anything in response, kaspbrak looked behind the two of you to make sure nobody was eavesdropping at the kitchen entrance and once that was confirmed, he made his move.

he grabbed your hips again more roughly this time and pulled you closer to him. "if you insist." eddie uttered in a raspy tone before connecting his lips with yours. he swallowed your surprised gasp and melted into him. the asthmatic’s grip on your waist tightened a fraction when your hands went to grip the back of his neck. eddie finally got his wish when your fingers started tangling through his brunette hair.

it felt so nice that he moaned lightly into your mouth. nothing measured up to the effect you had on him. you took the opportunity then to slip your tongue in and taste him. eddie's instantly found yours and his teeth clashed with yours for dominance. it was sloppy and anything but under control so you decided what the hell? and scooted right into him.

you were lined up perfectly to rub your front against his. his mouth caught your loud moan when you felt his erection. the others were only a room away and it was a turn-on that any minute they could catch the two of you.

eddie reached under your shirt slowly to make sure you were okay with it and when your hips were at the point of gyrating and feeling up his length, he took that as a reassurance. his caressing of your soft skin caused you to shiver and he smirked into your lips. you let out another small moan when he moved up further and he was throbbing at the noises of you coming undone for him.

he broke the kiss regretfully but knew he'd have to take this somewhere else if you wanted to enjoy yourselves. you watched him fix his shorts and cleared your throat. "thanks for fixing me up dr. k. you know, i've been giving you subtle hints for forever now." you smiled at him in relief that he finally knew and fixed the buttons on your shirt.

"of course, i knew y/n/n. i didn't realize you were pining over me this much." he smirked and pecked your cheek. he moved to grab the iced teas for him and stan, as well as, the cans of coke for bill and richie but you got to him first.

you gasped and slapped his shoulder at the accusation. knowing by what just happened, he was also feeling the same way. "excuse me!" he rubbed his arm and grabbed the glasses, laughing at you when he noticed your cheeks had reddened.

rolled your eyes and grabbing the other drinks, you kissed him once more before walking back into the living room with smiles on your faces. the other’s looked at you and eddie and realized what happened with how close eddie was walking with you. richie noticed the silence and the glances at the two of you now actually glued together. with a smug grin he asked, "so y/n/n, i assume eds finally realized you were panting over him like i do with his mom?"

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billhaderlovebot · 5 years ago

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beep beep - richie tozier

hhhhhhhhere we go. mentions of weed and some sex references and a Lot Of Swearing™

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"will you come? you have to."

mike's voice was solemn and achingly familiar down the crackling phone line.

you hadn't heard said voice in years, but hearing it now was as if you were right back in derry. "they're all coming back. all of them. eddie, beverly, ben, stan, bill, r-"

"richie." you'd gasped aloud, the noise echoing from the walls of the empty bathroom and reverberating back into your ears, magnifying your guilt and making such a horrible sound that you had to suppress a shudder.

fuck.

how could you have forgotten richie?

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you fell for his sense of humour first.

he made you laugh when your chest burned from floods of tears and all you really wanted was to snap henry bowers' fucking arms off.

he made you laugh when all was hopeless and blood that nobody else could see dripped from the walls.

It lurked around every corner, and in the farthest reaches of your mind, and the only escape you got was the clubhouse, the quarry, the losers, richie.

richie, with his insanely thick glasses and his stupid haircut and hawaiian shirts that he actually pulled off.

you faced what seemed like the end of the world, or the end of derry, at least, and yet he could always make you throw your head back and really, genuinely laugh.

he knew you needed that.

you fell for him, too, though.

hard.

so hard, in fact, that sometimes you felt you'd explode from the sheer weight of loving him.

years later, after IT, you were so in love with him that sometimes you looked at him and felt you'd never know true happiness again if he didn't look back.

richie and yourself were inseparable for years.

trash-mouth tozier. he had made a name for himself, obviously, but it never bothered you, because he made you laugh.

he was so goddamn funny.

and you were irrevocably in love with him.

richie was your first kiss at sixteen. you were the only two in the clubhouse, him sprawled on the hammock, hair sticking up every which way.

he hadn't cut it in a while and it curled almost to his chin.

you liked it.

it had been around then that he had adopted a new style, and you couldn't say you weren't weak for it.

as well as the whole unkempt hair thing that he did on purpose, his collection of smoke-smelling band shirts and dreadfully torn up, low slung jeans actually made you have to sit down sometimes and take a breather.

he kicked off his battered grey chucks and settled properly in the hammock, his eyes landing on you.

richie watched as you pulled up a crumbling chair with a makeshift seat cushion that eddie had fashioned out of a pillowcase and some cotton balls

("to prevent ass splinters, richie, you dick. do you want splinters in your ass? do you want tetanus, fuckface?").

you leaned back on the chair, lighting a cigarette between your teeth and taking a long drag, exhaling loudly as if it were your first breath of oxygen in years,which was ironic given what it actually was.

richie stopped telling his made up story about all the sex he'd definitely had this summer and how he was an actual sex god, like, really, to make some offhand dirty joke from his mental rolodex of filth. it was so long ago now that you couldn't remember exactly what it was, only that it was about you.

you did remember, however, that you'd rolled your eyes and retaliated with a comment about how he'd never get kissed, let alone sleep with someone, if he carried on being so vulgar. it had made you laugh, though.

and then trash-mouth tozier reached up, grabbed the back of your head, and pulled you down to his lips.

it was messy and uncoordinated but still somehow the best thing that had ever happened to you, the way he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you like you were the only person on earth.

"damn, didn't know you'd be that easy." richie remarked, kissing softly along your jawline.

"beep beep, asshole." you laughed, running your hand through the mass of curls on his head.

"well, be still my beating heart."

the cigarette burned, discarded and long forgotten on the ground, and you ended up underneath him on the hammock, swinging about and laughing in between kisses.

your teeth clacked unpleasantly every once and a while, and the hammock was unstable, but you wouldn't have changed a single thing about it.

you fell asleep, the both of you, the smiths playing quietly on your portable radio, and did not move until eddie and stan found you hours later, slinging a blanket over the top of you because eddie was practically livid that the two of you had been stupid enough to fall asleep in this weather. hypothermia and such.

they were both secretly stoked that you guys had finally got it together, though.

the two of you broke that hammock a good few times, to the dismay of the other losers.

and that was it.

you were together from then on.

that was, before you left derry a year later.

breaking his heart, of course, all of their hearts. they loved you.

he loved you.

you'd miss smoking in empty classrooms with beverly, stealing snacks and cigarettes and going on long walks just to chat. she'd always been good at knowing exactly what you were thinking.

you and ben recommending books to each other and poring over cold cases in the library, and going back to his house to drink and listen to new kids on the block because you were both trash for that shit.

long bike rides alone with mike, because he was one of the only people who was able to help you sort through the kabelsalat of anxieties in your head. talking about everything and nothing and whatever inbetween.

watching dumb movies with eddie at your house because eddie's mom wouldn't let you in.

(she thought you were a whore, her words, not yours, and you'd defile her delicate little eddie.

you mentioned on multiple occasions that you didn't think much of her either, and on the common occasion that richie was there, he made sure to tell eddie's mom that he was the only one you'd be defiling.

to which you snorted into eddie's mom's generic diet soda that tasted like piss and smelled like public restroom.)

you'd miss talking everything out with stan on your aunt's phone when he couldn't sleep. he always needed someone to talk to and you were more than willing to be that for him. god knows he'd helped you out of a few scrapes.

billy. stuttering bill.

the first person ever to have showed you kindness when you moved to derry. the first person to make you feel like you were wanted around. you'd miss that boy.

you'd miss kissing richie behind the bike sheds, in the vacant clubhouse, napping together in the hammock

and listening to his dumb jokes because he wanted to be a stand up comic and you'd support him wholeheartedly because he was the love of your fucking life, heaven be damned.

you'd miss your best friends.

but you lived with your grandmother, and while you were legally an adult, there was no way you could support yourself alone on arcade wages, and you had no money for tuition fees, either.

your grandmother wanted to leave, and so you left. the scar on your hand the only thing tying you to the losers, to derry, and to the boy you loved more than anything in the world.

"you come right back to visit, won't you?" richie mumbled into your hair.

he had had a growth spurt and he was gangly and thin and he never cut his hair anymore but he was beautiful. you were his and he was yours and you loved each other so damn much that it hurt. "not because i want you around or anything," he joked tearfully. "but eddie's gonna miss you like hell, and you know how he gets."

you laughed, hot tears in your eyes threatening to spill.

"you've not seen the last of me, trash-mouth tozier." you gave another watery, mirthless laugh. he saw how your smile didn't reach your eyes and held you tighter against him, watching as the moving man threw suitcases onto the bed of the truck.

you were leaving, ben was going to college, and beverly was going to stay with her aunt again.

"i love you, you know." richie muttered, peeling away from you and staring down at your hands, which were clasped in his.

"i love you too, trash-mouth. more than you know."

you swore then that you'd never forget it. forget them. derry. the oath. richie.

but that all faded.

the further you drove away in your grandmother's pitifully old, beat up chevy, the more you couldn't quite remember things the way they were.

like looking through muddy water for richie's glasses in the quarry.

god, it got to the point where you could only remember vaguely everything that happened in derry.

you knew you were missing something... but you couldn't quite remember what it was.

you remembered a town, and some friends, and a promise, but the harder you tried to clear up the memories the harder it became to think about them.

so you stopped.

it wasn't that you forgot, as such, but more like you refused to remember.

the only photo you had of richie buried amongst various notes and polaroids on your cork board was hardly acknowledged.

it was almost like your brain blocked it out.

stan had taken this particular photo at greta's halloween party that you only agreed to go to because bev was bringing pot.

rich had insisted on going as a zombie but when he turned up to the party you realised the torn "costume" wasn't much different from his regular attire, save for the dollar-store fake blood and white contacts.

in the photo, you clung to richie's back in your dumb vampire costume, whooping and hollering, as he ran down greta's steep garden slope toward the pool her parents had just had installed. you were all stoned to absolute fuck, and in the background you could just about make out eddie running after you, mildly concerned because he didn't like chlorine. you'd all ended up in the pool anyway, to eddie's chagrin.

it had been your favourite photo of richie ever since it was taken because of the look of sheer joy on his face.

the sparkling grin that crinkled his nose and lit up his eyes always evoked a similar one on your own face, because after everything you'd been through, these fleeting moments of happiness were just that. fleeting.

you needed to hold on to them.

they were all gone now.

and for more than 20 years after that, you longed for someone you couldn't put your finger on.

you couldn't remember a face, or a name, as such. only that they were very important, and they meant a great deal to you once upon a time.

you settled down, eventually, not even thinking about the scar on your hand most days, or the unnamed group you unconsciously missed.

your husband was a good man, you'd been married for four years

(a relatively low-budget registry office wedding with an ill-fitting rental dress and a shitty cake and a honeymoon to fucking canada which didn't make up for the fact you'd had to drag his father, cursing and kicking, out of the reception because he absolutely hated you), and you loved him. you did.

you just... didn't think you were in love with him. it was a marriage of convenience.

oftentimes he actually bored you.

it was nowhere near the visceral ache in your chest you felt when you did happen to look at the scar.

the yearning for a past you couldn't remember.

somewhere else.

someone.

there was also the fear.

the raw spike of fear when your eyes drifted to the line across your palm.

like you knew something had happened and you knew it would happen again.

also, he was never able to make you laugh. not really. it had always bothered you.

when mike hanlon called your cell in 2016, you honestly felt as if you'd die right there.

your chest tightened, your throat became no wider than a pinhole, and you dropped the phone into the bath you were running, watching as the call screen flickered and died under the water, mike's muffled voice calling to you.

half the words he had said to you uncovered old memories you hadn't realised you had buried.

you remembered. everything.

it was as if you'd never forgotten.

you didn't even remember forgetting.

"you have to come back. we swore an oath." mike had said before your phone slipped from between your fingers and into the tub.

the distant memory of glass and blood and a single, solemn promise came rip-roaring into your brain. stuttering bill. the oath you made when you were eleven. "its happening again."

you were only vaguely aware of what was happening again, but it was enough to make you vomit the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl.

----

your husband was at a stag party, so he wouldn't be back for a while. you knew it wouldn't be a party, per se, because he was far too tame to be seen anywhere where there wasn't a 4 drink limit and strictly hall&oates on the jukebox.

he'd play darts and have a cider and share boring anecdotes with the guy at said jukebox.

then he'd come home, crawl into bed, not have sex with you, and sleep until eight before trudging to the office.

you scrawled a note and stuck it to the fridge with blu-tac, the boring fridge with no magnets (your husband thought magnets were tacky) against the boring grey kitchen in the boring grey house in the boring grey neighbourhood.

you had been without richie for 27 pitiful years, and your life reflected it.

boring husband, boring house, boring life, good god.

-----

pulling up in front of the chinese restaurant, heart beating violently in your throat, you willed the bile rising in your throat to stay down.

it did, thank god.

it was bill who greeted you at the door, mike standing close behind him.

bill was a writer, now.

you had read one of his books before, now you thought about it.

the name of the author had been painfully familiar, and you had thought about stuttering bill for an idle, fond moment. but the second you had turned the front cover and begun to read the book, he slipped your mind again.

you hadn't liked the ending so much, but you wouldn't tell him that.

"billy, oh my god." you gasped, and he pulled you into a tight hug. "oh my god, it's you. you... i don't know how i forgot, bill, but i did. im sorry." tears pooled at your waterline, pricking your eyes.

"we all did. its alright." bill had always been the voice of reason in the group, and such a comfort to you.

"is he-"

"in there. yeah. he hasn't changed." said bill, moving aside to let you in. barely acknowledging mike, your feet began to move before your brain knew what was up.

your chest tightened as you came up to a red painted door, you could hear voices from the inside and your hand shook on the door handle.

"go on. he's been asking about you all night." you felt mike's hand on your shoulder and you smiled gently at him, inhaling deeply and squaring your shoulders. as if what lie beyond the door was worse than anything IT could do.

when you clicked the handle to the right, you heard a silence settle over the room.

the only sound being you creaking the door open and taking the first step into the rest of your life.

faces that you didn't remember forgetting stared back at you, like you were coming home. because you were.

he was the same. older, of course. but he had his unruly hair and big glasses and that disheveled look, like he had just rolled out of bed but was still effortlessly attractive.

he was there. your richie.

and you just about vaulted the table to get to him.

you were in his arms within three seconds... and it was like you never left.

"i forgot you." his voice broke, and the sound shattered your heart. "i forgot about you."

-----

later, in the townhouse, everyone had gone to bed.

you were all reeling from the news or stanley's death, and pennywise already beginning to chip away at your sanity.

you lay staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the plaster and hoping for a way out.

the chance of all of you coming out of this unscathed was slim.

fuck.

had you not quit smoking some fifteen years ago, you'd have murdered a joint.

fucking stupid clown. fucking stupid blood oath. fucking stupid responsibility and fucking stupid richie who you were fucking stupidly still in love with because how could you not be? he had kept his eyes on you the whole time in the restaurant, and you pretended not to notice how he held his breath when bill asked you if you were married.

you pretended not to notice his dismay when you told bill that you were.

but you were absolutely in love with richie tozier, still, and you hadn't a clue what to do about it.

"god fucking dammit."

you groaned aloud into the empty room.

"fucking fuck. shit. can't catch a fucking break--"

there was a sound at your door.

knock knock.

knockknockknockknockknockknockknock--

"alright, jeez." you padded across the room, mumbling angrily something about how much you missed the guy who used to sell you pot and if it wasn't him you didn't want to know.

"richie?"

richie leant against your doorframe, his glasses halfway down his nose, in a talking heads shirt and boxers, looking stressed to absolute fuck.

"hey." he breathed, and you noticed he was avoiding your gaze rather pointedly, keeping his eyes on the space next to your head. "hey, uh, i just, im happy you're... you're married, and im happy that you're happy." rich shifted his weight to the other leg and began wringing his hands, as if looking for something to do. "obviously, all i want is for you to be happy, because yknow, i love you."

his eyes widened at what he had said.

"no, i mean, i don't, i mean, fuck, i do, uh, love you, of course, but im not, yknow, i mean, in love with you, like, ok, like i do, uh, i love you.... like, i'm... yeah, still... in love with you, actually. so--"

"rich?"

"im not, like hung up on you or anything, like, im, im not like some creep who couldn't, fuckin, like, move on, yknow?

im, yknow, happy you've moved on, cause yknow, so have i, like, uhh, fuckin--"

"richie."

"fuckin, yknow, i've had, yknow, many girlfriends... many... boyf-- yknow, i've moved on, is all im trying to say here, and--"

"richie! beep beep!"

that seemed to grab his attention.

"im sorry." he smiled sadly, his eyes flicking down to the ring on your left hand. the ring that seemed suddenly to weigh a tonne.

"rich. i don't love him."

"you don't-- you what?"

"there's only ever been you, rich."

there was a beat of silence, and your heart twisted and flipped in your chest as you waited for a response from the man who now actually seemed to need rebooting.

"you... huh."

"i love you." you pressed, thinking that things would be easier if you sat down and waited for things to compute.

and there was another beat, several, actually, of silence.

and then.

"oh, thank fuck."

and then his mouth had rather fallen onto yours.

tongue and teeth and lips and skin and his breath in your mouth and oh. finally caught on, did you, trash-mouth?

your legs ended up wrapped around his waist as he pressed you up against the wall, kissing you hard like he was a dead man walking and this was his last kiss.

oh, how you had missed the love of your life.

you didn't have time to dwell on it much, though, because richie was sucking a hickey into

the junction between your neck and jaw and making a beeline for the bed.

----

waking up tangled with richard tozier had to be one of the best feelings in the world, (along with sex while high and finding a song you only remember two words of) and you

couldn't believe this was your fucking life when he stirred next to you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

"holy shit." you whispered. i mean, you though you whispered it, but apparently not, because richie was awake.

"i never stopped loving you, yknow." richie suddenly mumbled, tracing along your arm with his fingertips. "i didn't quite remember you, but i remembered i loved you so much that i felt like i'd die."

in that moment you knew that you would give your life for him if it came down to it.

because you were one and the same.

you'd been pining for each other for just short of thirty fucking years, and now you were back and it was like that time when you found the last two puzzle pieces on your grandma's vincent van gogh jigsaw. (you'd had some trouble with it because all the pieces were fucking blue squiggles)

you'd fit back together so easily and it was like you were whole again.

it was at that moment that you also realised soulmates existed, and he was yours.

"good to see that nothing's changed. especially your-"

and there he was. moment over.

"beep beep, richie."

#richie tozier x reader #richie tozier #adult richie #it chapter 2 #it spoilers #it 2019 #bill hader #it

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reddie-fangirl24 · 4 years ago

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“Want to go with me?” sounds cute 😋

NOTE: This was also @derpyanimatesstuff‘s request. I based this story on a scene from The Day After Tomorrow. If you have not seen the film, I recommend it. Enjoy the story.

As everyone was gathered on the top floor of the library, drying off from the horrible tsunami that flooded all of New York City, Eddie nervously paced around searching for answers in books.

Talk about a bad time to go to New York for the high school debate team. Ben thought it was a fun idea from them to do considering they hadn’t spent much time together. For most of the trip it bothered Richie, and he knew that he wasn’t the only one, who found it odd that he forgot about his best friends.

Richie knew they weren’t going to find any answers like this. His dad had to know what was going on with this devastating weather. Glancing at the Losers who were stressed enough as it was, Richie turned to Eddie.

Richie went up to Eddie and got his attention. “Hey, Eds...”

“Do I have to keep reminding you not to call me that?” Eddie shot back at him.

“Look, I think I have an answer to our problems. I don’t have any signal on my cell phone, but this library has to have a payphone, right?” Richie explained.

“They should be on the bottom floor. But, it’s flooding,” Eddie told him.

“Not if we don’t check. Wanna go with me?” Richie asked his friend. He could not do this alone. Reluctantly, Eddie also looked at their group of friends. If they didn’t find an answer to all this they could get swept away by another tsunami worse!

Racing down the steps of the old library resembled something from an old horror movie. When Eddie and Richie were nearing the ground floor of the library, a stream of water was heard. To make matters worse, it was growing colder. And to make matters all the worse, the entire floor was flooded, slowly rising! The payphone was straight across, still just standing out from the water.

“Are you sure about this?” Eddie asked shining the flashlight in the direction of the payphone. It was very dark.

Richie shook his head. “No.”

“Hold on! Maybe I should call him?” Eddie stopped Richie before he jumped into the water.

“He’s my dad! Besides, I said I would call to update him!”

“But the water is freezing!”

Richie smirked. “Didn’t I ever tell you I was the Hulk?”

“What does that have to do with anything? The water is freezing! It’s just below the temperature! If you stay in it for too long you could contract hypothermia and...”

Richie ran straight into the water, gasping from how painfully frigid the water was. “Shit! This is cold!”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you...” Eddie said sarcastically.

“Q-Quit being sarcastic and-and keep the light on me!” Richie told him as he placed two quarters inside the phone. Oh, man this water was freezing! Come on, why was it taking so damn long to pick up the damn phone? Slowly, the water was rising. Just a moment ago it only reached his hips. Stepping onto a small ledge, Richie tried to stay on higher ground as long as he could.

“Dad? Oh, Jack, connect me to dad with yah? Hurry!” His whole body was shivering. Richie could still see Eddie. At least seeing his face made him feel calm.

“Richie?” Wentworth’s voice sounded on the other line.

“Dad? Is that you? It’s Richie!”

“Son, where are you?”

“Richie, it’s Mom! Are you okay?” His mother spoke on the other line. She was near tears.

Freezing my ass off! “I’m f-fine! Dad, I’m in-in New York! We’re trapped in the l-library! W-What the hell is going on?!”

“Son, there is no time to explain!” You got that right! “But, listen, you and your friends need to stay put! Do you hear me? Stay put!”

Before Richie could answer his foot slipped off the ledge submerging himself into the water.

“Richie?” Eddie panicked seeing his best friend disappear. He took two steps down the stairs, soaking his pant legs in the water, ignoring the frigid pain.

To his relief, Richie resurfaced, sputtering and shivering, trying to find some footing from the dangerously rising water.

“Richie? Richie, what is going on? What’s that noise?” he heard his dad ask on the other line. He was not one to sound frightened, but his voice was very on-edge.

“Richie, answer us, baby! Please, are you okay?” His mother cried.

“Dad, tell-tell us w-what to do!” Richie could hardly speak. His finger could hardly grasp the wall, feeling numb from the cold.

“Stay put! The weather is only going to get worse! It will get colder. I am going to come to you! Please, don’t go anywhere!” His dad begged.

Richie couldn’t find the energy to speak anymore. Now the phone line was starting to die, cracking his parent’s worried voices. Slipping off the little ledge again, that’s when the phone went out.

“Richie? Richie?!” Eddie worriedly called out to his friend. The water rose over the atrium. And no Richie!

His heart pounding, Eddie wasted no time, setting the flashlight aside and diving into the water. It was so dark under the water, but he was able to find Richie who was wrapped up in the phone cord. Helping him free the young man, the two took the hands of each other and swam, ignoring the pain, and made it back to the stairs, struggling up each step.

They couldn’t gather their thoughts, and it was hard to even speak, let alone pull themselves up the spiral staircase. Richie’s teeth chattered. He could hardly move his muscles, feeling as if a thousand knives were stabbing his body.

“R-Richie, come on, get up, we have to get out of here!” Eddie tapped him. Finally, Richie stood up, though his legs felt like jello. He and Eddie made it back up to the first floor of the library. Nobody else was around. The other Losers were still taking cover on the second floor trying to figure out a plan.

“S-Sit right here! I’ll find us some blankets! R-Remove your clothes!”

Having no idea if he heard that right, Richie stared up at Eddie as if he had two heads. “W-What?”

As if catching what he had said, Eddie looked embarrassed. Due to his already rosy cheeks, they blended quite nicely. “We may be hypothermic. It’s not healthy to stay in these damp clothing!”

Richie nodded, smiling crookedly.

Struggling to move his fingers, Richie removed his sopping wet denim jacket. Why didn’t he think to remove it prior to jumping into the water? Finally, removing his shirt it felt so much better rather than having it painfully stick to the flesh.

Right when he was taking off his pants, Eddie returned throwing a blanket over Richie’s freezing body. Tucking himself right under the warm confines of the blanket, little by little he started to feel better. Still, he painfully shivered.

And then, Eddie started stripping out of his clothes right in front of him! Trying not to stare at him was impossible. Eddie had a beautiful frame. It stood out from the other guys in school who all wanted to be big and buff.

Richie had to control himself, averting his gaze the instant Eddie pulled down his pants. He imagined it in his dream, but never like this. Sitting on the couch next to Richie, Eddie covered them with the blanket.

This was an interesting situation. Two friends. Half-naked. Sitting next to each other. Covered in blankets and dripping head to toe from the frigid water.

“H-How you feel?” Richie asked trying to lessen the awkwardness.

Eddie just turned to him. “I have been better. How about you, Mr. Hulk?” He smirked.

Reaching his arm out from his blanket, Richie cuddled Eddie, hugging his shoulder and bringing him close. “Thanks for jumpin’ into the water.”

“I would never let anything horrible happen to you!” Eddie snuggled against his friend, absently putting his hand onto Richie’s chest.

Whether he was still trying to warm up or not, Richie’s insides quivered. He wasn’t going to break this moment. Cuddling Richie, even brushing his sopping wet hair, Eddie lied his head in the crook of Richie’s neck with this big smile on his face. Let the others think of a plan.

#Reddie #It Chapter 1 #it 2017 #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #the day after tomorrow #suspense #reddie angst

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its--ok--to--shine · 5 years ago

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Watching It: Chapter 2 a Second Time

It was honestly very enlightening for me and I recommend everyone see it again to see what you pick up. This is mostly about Reddie content ~this is a long ass post~

SPOILERS AHEAD

The Reddie Dynamic:

In the first movie, they really show the affection that the two characters have towards each other by keeping them in close proximity and or they are touching. In all but three scenes of the first movie, Richie and Eddie are near each other. Even when the are looking up at Bowers in that weird hole, Eddie is literally leaning on Richie. At the jump at the quarry they are separated but interacting. I was sad they weren’t so close to one another in the second movie but I think it’s because of their repression of feelings. They jump back to the teasing but getting back to physical part of their relationship takes time. They arm wrestle and then there is no physical touching until they go back into the Neibolt house.

The Lack of Pennywise in the Background:

I loved this part of the first one and scoured the background of every scene desperately trying to see if It was in the background in Chapter 2. Like I’m paintings or other scenes. One person pointed out the painting in Beverly’s house but I didn’t see It in it. I thought that since they were back in Derry, Pennywise would be spying on them. I was like “oh it’s gotta be in the background” when Mike brings Bill to the library, but no. If anyone saw Pennywise in the background please let me know!

The Restraunt Scene:

I listened to the Reddie conversation in the background of the Bill and Bev scene and like low key you can see Richie listening and being supportive but also realistic about how it’s all in Eddie’s head. Richie has never seen him and still never sees him the way Eddie sees himself: weak

The Hammock™️ Scene:

THIS SCENE IS NOT LONG ENOUGH!!! I pray there is more in the director’s cut! Hearing “I fucked your mom” in the background was so good and sweet it made me wonder... is there another time they say that verbatum? Is Eddie saying “I fucked your mom” a call back to this scene??? Thoughts on this anyone??? Richie holding Eddie’s leg still has me 🥰

The Street Fighter Scene:

Was extremely telling the second time around.

Finn knew he was playing a gay character because during the game he completely looks at the other guys lips! It’s a very sweet moment. As another post on tumblr said, Richie was vulnerable and even felt safe with this boy. He thought the feelings were reciprocated. I think they were but Bower’s cousin was too afraid of his own feelings to accept it. Although some say Richie running away and not having a quip was uncharacteristic of him, I think he was stunned, shamed, and torn apart by what unfolded. It was as if someone stabbed him with a knife where it hurt most. He could barely comprehend it and couldn’t even deny it because he is gay and Bowers yelling “faggot” cut so deep. Also chronologically this was after the fight between Bill and Richie in the first movie before Bill goes to the archade to get Richie. In that scene Richie is playing street fighter alone which makes it really sad when you think about how after the f*ggot comment he had to play it alone :(

The Montage during Stanley’s Speech:

Richie putting his hand on Eddie’s back is adorable and Eddie does in fact pull him into the photo booth and they have a cute second together 🥺 I thought so the first time around but I confirmed the second time.

When Eddie said “please don’t be mad, Bill”:

Richie goes to Eddie to check on him before he is attacked by the Stanley spider head not after!!!! They don’t talk about it until the “you’re braver than you think” scene. Also the “don’t be mad, Bill” was way more heartbreaking because I rewatched the first movie and Pennywise says it as Georgie to Bill. In the book Eddie looks up to Bill. They all do since he’s the leader but idk that got me the second time around.

The doors scene:

It was Betty ripsom again!! Because she says, “where’s my shoe?” In the first movie we see her top half and then that scene we see her bottom. The closet though and her being from the waist down is again a call back to the AIDS comment Eddie makes in the first movie and both of their internalized homophobia is brought to the fore front here. Also after they slam the door Eddie yells “you told me to trust you!!!!” It’s faint but hilarious.Also Richie touching Eddies arm had me smiling like an idiot 😌

The possible kiss scene:

Although many believe the possible kiss scene is when Eddie saves Richie from the deadlights I fully believe it’s way after that. Eddie gets stabbed, rolls down that cave part, they discuss how to defeat it, Bill helps Richie movie Eddie while Ben mike and bev are being chased by it. Then Eddie says “I fucked your mom” then they go back to the other losers. It stays with that scene for a long time. Which is uncharacteristic of the whole sequence before this part. They jump back and forth between bill, Ben and Bev, and Richie and Eddie. It reminded me of the long scene in Neibolt in the first. Where we never cut to outside and come to find out later they deleted a cute scene with Beverly/Ben and Mike/Stan. When they return to Richie after the losers are beating Pennywise up, he leaves Eddie so suddenly and then rips off Pennywise’s fucking arm. The scene is right before that. They kiss and then Eddie dies clutching on to richies jacket. Richie then leaves. Which then leads to my next point-

Eddie did not die alone:

When Richie is fuming and leaves Eddie he looks like he passed away. He is clutching Richies jacket. I am hoping this is touched on in the directors cut bc although it has a dramatic effect, I hate HATE the idea that he died alone. I just don’t see how that motivates the story at all.

THAT SCENE:

I didn’t notice anything different in that scene. I just felt heartbroken once again and astounded by Bill Hader’s acting.

Other weird things I noticed the second time around:

• When It is the Paul Bunyan statue before he attacks Richie he says “Want a kiss, Richie?” Which I found both funny and fucked up.

•they cut to Richie yelling you’re a clown and I died because eddies hand is over richies!!?????

Like ya they are keeping the jacket in place but 🥺🥺🥺🥺

•all the blood goes up. Why is that? Is it because everything floats? I don’t know why but like If anyone knows lemme know

•the fact that they left Eddie there still does a number on me. I hate it

•the place where R+E is carved on the kissing bridge is shown in the first movie but the spot is blank. I think that was purposeful to not only show the Bridge but give us a timeline and like show us where it was going to be if that makes sense???

•although not at all compliant to the book, I still think Eddie should have lived and during the voiceover when Stanley says “be proud” it should have been both of them at the bridge or getting off the plan in LA together.

•the director’s attention to detail is astounding. All the things he did were INTENTIONAL!! Don’t let anyone deny it. He told James to do the little hand gesture. So the minute details we see and catch are purposeful and justify the true love that Richie and Eddie have.

Anything I missed? Thoughts? Lemme know and thanks for reading 🎈❤️

#it #it 2017 #it chapter 2 #it chapter two #reddie #reddie hammock #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #it chapter two spoilers #it chapter 2 spoilers

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queerbloodyangel · 5 years ago

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You should totally link some of ur favorite reddie fanfic for recommendations for me pls and thanks

oh I SHALL!!!!!!!!

black on black Eddie licks his lips. “Who deserves to put their hands on me?”Richie’s staring at him like he’s not sure if Eddie is real. In all honesty, Eddie’s half-convinced that he’s dreaming—worried that he’s gonna wake up back in his dorm with his dick aching under his covers, Richie snoring soundly across the room.As it is, Richie is standing in front of him in the middle of a college party looking like he could eat Eddie alive. this one is #1 on this list bc my friend @sunxcherries wrote it and its the hottest thing ive ever read lasjdfajlsd

you could devestate me bdsm. sex swing. what more do u need

i just called to hear you breathe But Richie is not altogether that patient, so he says, “Have phone sex with me.” It almost sounds like a whine. In his defense, it’s been four days. He’s kind of keyed up.“No,” Eddie says immediately, and he huffs a laugh, like he thinks Richie is joking. “You’re so annoying.”

award show blues “And what if I win all five awards?” Richie asks, swaying Eddie around the room now to music that didn’t exist, dipping him dramatically and then bringing him back up to sway him some more, “Wouldn’t it turn you on to know that your man is so successful?” He uses a voice to mock all the snobby people they’re about to meet, an obnoxious british tone.

always you-shaped thoughts inside my head It's been a few months since he's seen Richie, and it has been far too long, even if he doesn't want to admit that. this one is like. insanely hot and EXTREMELY well written and highkey i could read 50k of this au

stupid deep (series) this series is 4 parts long atm and its literally just 4-9k words of smut in each series and id literally die for the author alsdfkajdlf part three is bottom richie sadly BUT eddie spends the whole time topping talking abt how much he loves bottoming so ill allow it Just This Once

watch me Richie wanted them to go to a sex club. Like, an honest to goodness 'have sex while you're here' club.Eddie wasn't sure what to expect. He definitely wasn't expecting to be as into as Richie was, but here they were, in a booth with their drinks long forgotten. Eddie was sitting in Richie's lap as his boyfriend palmed him through his pants. They had been kissing, but that had quickly devolved to them mouthing at whatever bare skin they could reach. It had taken Richie an hour and two drinks to finally talk Eddie into a kiss -- and only 15 minutes to get to where they were.

i want it all with you The only problem with facing down a killer clown and coming to terms with your sexuality and the intense crush you've harbored on your best friend unknowingly for the past twenty-seven years is no one will accept that. The other problem on Richie's plate is knowing that he wants to share every stupid little thing Eddie does with the world-- which requires coming out.

everything you and i have got (it takes so long to find) Eddie is in college and wants to pay off his student loan debt before it overwhelms him. He decides to do a few porn films, knowing his friend does it at a safe studio, and gets paired with Richie the first day.They have no idea how much it'll change everything.

move in, mess my place Stan motions to the two new guys in the room. Eddie doesn't even have time to focus on Bill, because he's too distracted by the lanky boy sprawled out across his bed. With his dark curls and pale skin, it's undeniable. It's the guy from last night.

"Well, hello there, princess." Richie says with a smirk, and Eddie can feel the flush in his cheeks.

Fuck.

yeah so i read this one while it was a wip which i hardly EVER do and i do Not regret it this one was SO GOOD

attention the losers are trying to have movie night, but eddie is desperate for richies attention, he just won't stop teasing.aka eddie teasting richie, then rich pounding the life out of his boy.

how to make a short, angry, low-key-freaky boy fall in love with richie tozier Eddie’s breath hitches. He’s looking up at Richie like a curious child, completely captivated in Richie’s words. Richie smirks. He brings a hand up to Eddie’s hair, fixing some of the curls that drooped down.“I think you’d change, Eds. You’d definitely be more submissive,” He brings a hand to Eddie’s cheek, rough fingers rubbing the soft skin.“Yeah. I think you’d let someone do whatever they wanted to you,” he says lowly. “You’d probably beg for it, too. I can just see it, baby. Your innocent fucking eyes, those red lips shiny with spit, and those thighs—oh shit, those fucking thighs, Eds.” Richie’s hands twitch, like he’s trying not to reach down at Eddie’s ass. He settles for grabbing Eddie’s chin again, kind of harsher this time. yeah this ones so fucking good ive reread it like. five times. it IS technically unfinished, but the last chapter ends really well and for all intents and purposes def functions as a good ending for me, especially with how good the smut is that leads up to it alsdfaljsdfk

#hope u enjoy anon!!!!!!#ask #anon #reddie #fic recs

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lillyisstuckatlife · 4 years ago

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To the losers,

I have been searching my brain trying to find the right thing to say. The right thing to show how much love and appreciation I have for all of you. The truth is words can not begin to describe how thankful I am.

Two years ago I was alone. I had started high school and was struggling. It seemed like no one wanted to be my friend and I honestly felt lost. I remember being at home one Saturday, blinking back tears as i scrolled through Instagram watching as everyone seemed to be hanging out with their new friends. I felt alone and wanted so badly for that feeling to go away. I was willing to just about do anything in order to stop it. I had recently lost a group of people that I had been really close with, one I had seen as a sister. All of them had left me with no explanation as to why. I felt completely and utterly worthless.

I remember clicking on the Instagram explorer page. Hoping to find something remotely funny or interesting to take my mind off the increasing pit of emptiness I felt in my stomach. I had no idea what I was about to see was going to change my life completely.

Seeing Richie and Eddie for the first time was interesting. I don’t know what compelled me to click on the picture of both of you but, whatever it was I am forever thankful for it. My initial reaction to the picture on my screen was that you were cute. I was of course intrigued and continued to scroll down the pictures. Soon I had been introduced to both Stan and Bill. I didn’t understand at the time, I had no idea any of you were. However, they seemed to be distracting me from my own sadness so I continued scrolling. That had been until I realises you were from the movie IT. That movie had terrified me, I had never been one for horror and the mere thought of Pennywise was enough to make me not sleep for at least a week.

I had clicked off not wanting to get anymore involved. I refreshed my explorer page and they had continued to show up. I caved in eventually pressing on yet another photo of Richie and Eddie. By the end of the day I was smiling for what felt like the first time in months.

`By the end of the weekend I had been well aquatinted with the rest of the Losers. I can remember going to school that Monday morning, smiling to myself as the image of Stanly Uris smiling was still engraved in my mind.

I can remember feeling like my heart had been ripped out of my chest when I was told that Stan and Eddie died. I remember nearly crying sat at the lunch table at school as someone read out Richie and Eddie’s last interaction. I was head over heals in love with Reddie by that time and the thought of Eddie dying in Richie’s arms was enough to kill me.

As time went on my love for you only grew and with that so did my love for the cast. My YouTube recommend was filled with nothing but cast interviews, scene from the movie and edits of my favourite people. I remember coming home after a particularly bad day, I was near tears as I put on a video of the cast funny moments. I was laughing by the end.

I remember finding out about Fanfics staying up all night to read them. I didn't care how tired I was in the morning because I was happy.

I can remember how my opinions on all of you have changed over time. My initial reaction of Mike, Ben and Bev hadn't been the best. I soon learned to love you all and regret ever thinking poorly of you before.

People around me continued to ignore me, pick on me and say things, it didn’t matter however, because I had you. My sisters and cousins would all talk about their friend groups and all the things they would do. I would talk about the losers.

I’d tell them about Richie and his constant talking. His trashmouth, his mom jokes and his obvious flirting with Eddie. I would tell them about his Hawaiian shits and huge glasses. I would talk about how shorts Eddie was, about his fanny pack he would always carry around with him. About his adorable polo shirts and how cute he was when he smiled. I would tell them about how obviously in love with Richie he was. Stan and although he doesn’t show it he really is lovely. I would tell them about how adorable his smile was and his love for birds. I would tell them about how head over heels in love I am with Bill and his stutter. I’d tell the about Mike and how his smile was enough to make anyones day, about how he doesn’t deserve any of the hat he gets. I’d tell them about Ben and his poetry, how in love with Beverly he is. About how he’s one the nicest people I have had the pleasure of knowing. Beverly and how she’s not like any of the girls at school she doesn’t gossip and talk about others behind there back, how nice she is, and how she won’t take anyones shit.

They wouldn’t get it. No one would. They don’t understand how much this group of people mean to me. How the losers club has saved my life more times than I can count. You may be nothing more than fictional characters to them but to me your home. You’re my safe place. You are there for me when no one else is. When it feels like the world is collapsing in on me and there's no way out. You’re there.

I guess I can’t put into words how thankful I am. You have all been there for me through everything. Some times I would refer to as my darkest moments. I guess all I can say is thank you. I love all of you more than words can say. You are my safe place and make me smile when no one else can.

Happy two years my loves.

My heart is forever your, Lilly

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queermccoy · 5 years ago

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hi do you have recs for that ship from IT you keep posting about because I've seen enough content now both here and on twitter that I've decided I like this dynamic (but still have zero desire to actually watch the movies)

all fics are completed and bolded titles are fics i laughed out loud at. I tried to rec stuff that i dont usually see rec’ed

We Found Love in a Chili’s ToGo by Almuly

Richie comes out to Eddie in the airport at a Chili's ToGo. Thus begins, in fits and starts, a long-distance romance for the ages. It mostly involves a lot of dirty talk--luckily, Richie's an expert in that (it's kind of his middle name, you know?).

everything by this author is a godsend, please check out Everything they’ve done

the anatomy of a joke and its sequel by crescenteluce

He trails off and Bev raises an eyebrow. ‘So, you being in bed together fits in there how exactly?’

‘No, Jesus, Bev.’ Eddie says and Richie, horrifyingly, feels his cheeks heat under Bev’s suspicious look. Something needs to be done, so he plucks Eddie’s phone from his hands.

‘I am appalled by your implications, Beverly.’ He says sternly, trying to ignore the blood still not quite done rushing to his face. ‘I would have you know that I’d never defile Eddie like that, the poor man’s 40 year old and still a virgin and if I’d have the honor of-’

He’s cut off by Eddie trying to wrestle the phone away from him as Bev cackles delightedly.

these fics are just chefs kiss

some long-lost something by leetheshark

That night at the Derry Inn, Richie and Eddie distract each other.

this is based on the 1990 miniseries and not the 2017/2019 movies. everything by this author is so just... sweet and kind. they’re so good

Burn Baby Burn by dgalerab

Richie's apartment burns down. But on the bright side, the firefighter who saved him is hot.

they way dgalerab writes eddie is so funny please check out everything they’ve written. the series a fix-it, but more is mostly porn, after the first installment, but it’s like the funniest, kindest porn? highly recommend

The ‘Do Not Fucking Touch Me’ Tour by MellytheHun

Richie Tozier's taken up writing his own material for once, and it could absolutely ruin him

this is so fucking funny and a great way to learn about who the Losers are, if you want a good intro. second chapter is mostly porn, which is like shrug

The Jenga Dream Date by stitchy

“You really missed out, Eds,” Richie says, taking Eddie’s hand. He swings him out at arms length then reels him in again. When they’re back face to face he ducks in to whisper. “I totally woulda given it up if you’d taken me to prom. If you showed up at my front door with a shiny little bowtie and a hypoallergenic boutonniere, I would not have been able to get my white tuxedoed knees on the ground fast enough.”

i am an absolute sucker for cute dates and fics where the author bothers to google like Anything about Maine. everything stitchy does is fire, please check them out

also, check out my fic rec tag it’s all it/reddie content

let me know if you want more, this is my whole life now

#it #fic rec 🤘🏻

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At 16, Richie Tozier has landed a job at Blockbuster and it couldn't make any more sense.

He knows movies- becomes the movies when he does his impressions.

So he spends most nights after school recommending flicks to the customers and organizing the displays to shuffle his personal favourites to the front. Well, that used to be his job before Stan joined the team and all organization became his domain (that and rewinding the returned tapes).

Regardless, he's good at the job. And he follows the rules... mostly. Sometimes he let kids slip out with R rated movies because when was curiosity a bad thing? And most of the time they come back with stupid grins and want to rent another. It’s good for business is his argument, though the boss has never once confronted him about it.

When he's off for the night he heads to the snack displays and shoves all the expired candies and chip bags in his backpack to take home. That, and on Fridays, he'll 'rent' out the newly arrived moves that haven’t been put on the shelves yet.

Then on Saturday nights- which he miraculously managed to get off in return for more weekday hours- he invites the Losers round to a movie night at his. They gather around the television in the living room. Usually, Mike, Ben and Stan take the couch, Bev settles into the armchair sprawling sideways so her legs hang off the armrest, and Richie and Eddie take to the carpeted floor side by side laying chest down with their heads propped up by their hands. You might think they've gotten the short end of the straw but this puts them closest to the big heap of snacks that Richie dumps from his bag. Stan rolls his eyes when he sees the stash but he can't complain about it being stealing (they'd already argued that point to death), then he'll reach over and snatch a Kit Kat bar for himself.

They only press play on the movie after Richie gives them a sales pitch with only the back description to go off. Whether or not the movie is actually as good as Richie sells it as is usually a fifty-fifty chance but that doesn't usually matter. If its a bad movie it gives them the right to talk over the film and you can bet the bad jokes come out, everyone joining in.

The genre of the movie is also fairly random, usually an action film or a comedy but it depends on what's circulating in the store.

In October, it's horror flick after horror flick and its always too Bev and Richie's delight. (Stan, Mike and Eddie don't seem to think they're quite as fun). Richie finds he likes these movies best- not for the gore (though awesome)_but for the fact that it gives him the excuse to hold Eddie's hand. Even if in order to do it he has to thoroughly insult Eddie for being a scaredy-cat first.

In December the holiday films come out. At one point they've exhausted every Christmas option so they prod at Stan to tell them about the 'hidden Hanukkah' films and Stan finds them the most unheard-of movies they've ever laid eyes on. (Though they do make time to watch Gremlins near the 25th as Richie claims its the only valid Christmas movie).

Then February runs around, and it becomes inevitable that they'll end up watching a romance. When Richie pulls out the movie selection, he's met with groans. He tries to play it off as romances being the only new options in store but he has to shove Stan who knows full well that wasn't the case. Richie then argues that its something they can make fun of and everyone agrees to it eventually.

The flicks are, as expected, sappy- flooded with emotion and full of terribly cheesy flirting. Richie spends most the night reworking the lines to be about Eddie's mom- poking him in the cheek to get his attention every time he thinks up a new one. Stan watches him with a shit-eating grin on his face that says he knows full well why Richie had picked only romances.

It isn't just good for him though- Ben and Bill both look incredibly flustered throughout the night and keep giving glances at Bev. She gives them polite smiles back but if anything she seems the least interested in the movie- flipping herself upside down at one point to even more looks of the desperation of the two boys ogling her.

It's nice though, and when the next February rolls around no one questions Richie on the genre choice. It becomes as much as of a tradition as the other holidays. (Although, they skip it in 1993 because Richie forces them to watch Groundhog Day over and over for a whole movie night).

#it 2017 #it 2019 #it chapter two #reddie #it fanfic #richie tozier #eddie kasprak #bev marsh #bill denbrough #stan uris #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #there was probably more holidays to write about- but for now this is what i have #tbh this was meant to be about all their jobs as teenagers not movie night #but like oh well #just an excuse to write more #and add some reddie stuff tho not as much as there could be

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freudnatural · 4 years ago

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this is kind of random but do you have any reddie fics that you would recommend reading?

Yes I do!! I made this list on my lunch break at work out of the top of my head because I don't save fics, but here are some of the fics I've enjoyed recently

Brokeback Derry by @amuly

Honestly i recommend everything amuly writes, she's just incredible! but this fic is definitely one my favourite of hers! Richie ends up coming back to derry when he was in his 20's, and when he remembers everything that happend with pennywise and the losers, he decides to contact Eddie. they end up coming back to derry every six months, and forgetting every time. Obviously it's really angsty, but it has a happy ending! I love Mike in this fic! poor dude lmao at least in this version he has some friends! it's what he deserves

Predicament Bondage by dgalerab

this fic is about richie hiring eddie to be his dom to teach him about bdsm for a movie role. I didn't read this one for the longest time bc i thought it was going to be filled with sex scenes, and I'm not into that, but let me tell you IT'S NOTHING LIKE THAT!! it took me by surprise how tender and adorable this bdsm fic is lmao. it's amazing, beautifully written, loving fic. I love how sweet richie is, i love how passionate and caring Eddie is, i love how they love and respect each other, i love everything about this one, i can't recommend it enough. pls go read pb!!!!!!!!!

Richie and Eddie Break Up by skeilig

ima be honest i didn't read the last chapter yet, but i feel like this is a realistic take on their relationship, just because you love someone when you were a kid doesn't mean you love them the same way when you're an adult, and that's not a bad thing! it just means you grow up. and I like this fic bc they get to know each other AS ADULTS before they get together for real, and that's honestly a way better take on their relationship imo. i love this Eddie also, he's such a horny bastard lmao

Things That Happen After Eddie Lives by IfItHollers

it follows what happend after defeating pennywise. Richie's trial for murdering bowers, and a roadtrip!!!! i just LOVE the magic elements on this one, i love the radio bit, the stan bit, everything. i think it's one of my all time reddie favourites. i feel like this could easily be a follow up for another it movie ajddjddkaks i love this one so much !!!! i love the characterization, the little nods to the book, the magic elements. I've read this like 4 times lmao. It's a slow burn, if you're into that! Highly highly recommend it!!

Until The Water Runs Clear by colonel-bastard @ explicit

enema tw ??? I know it sounds kinda gross but it's not sexual, if you don't want to read that part is fine (although I recommend it bc it's surprisingly sweet with a loving eddie and vulnerable Richie) but the smut is *chef kiss*. I don't think I've ever read a sex scene that is that long?? but is so good ?????? AND realistic ?????? i highly recommend it, i keep coming back to this one all the time. i love their dynamic so much.

The Boy Who Loves You by @candlejill

this is a fix-it in which richie stars in an indie film that's based out of Richard Siken's A Primer For Weird Small Loves, and if that thought doesn't drive you insane I don't think we can be friends (jk). This fic actually inspired me to do this little web weaving moment because after I've read it I couldn't stop thinking about it. It's so sweet and fun, I love this Richie and this Eddie so much.

I killed a Clown. AMA! liesmyth

i think you're gonna enjoy this one if you frequently use Reddit, it just captures the culture of that site so well!! i think it's a great take on social media fic (a genre that's been done to death on this ship). it's so good! and i love the eddie characterization! it paints (imo) a great picture of who he was before derry 2.0, and after. also i love the ending lmao.

Adult Friends by sudowoodo

another fic i’ve read like a thousand times. a coworkers-to-lovers au and it’s beautiful, and i love how their friendship is written ???? like their little jokes are so cute, and the “almost” moments make me want to die, but like in a good way.

Cherry Vodka by Lvslie

i haven’t read this one yet, but twitter loves it lmao. it’s set in the 80′s, and eddie is polish. what more do you need? if you’re not convinced, watch this animated short !!!!!!!! the amount of talent here is incredible, i cant wait to read it

i think i can make a separate list of authors i recommend but i know thats not what you asked djskldjas also im sorry this took so long it’s been days since i’ve been able to be on my computer and not my phone like some neanderthal. hope you enjoy this list!

#reddie #anon #fic rec #ficrec

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naferty · 5 years ago

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Avengers x IT au. i mean honestly stevetony fits so well as reddie. natasha is bev, sam is mike, thor as billy (bc loki as Georgie) bruce as Ben and Clint as Stanley. Haha. Yeah idk why I like to make myself cry either QvQ

Oh, ooh, ohhhhhh, okay, on one hand - YES - on the other…. omg that would be so painful!

Like, Steve as Richie. Closeted, trashiest mouth you’ll ever see, puts sailors to shame, dreams of one day having an exhibit filled with his art and when he’s grown, is only known as famous artists Captain America because he ended up on the news as the guy who hit a loud nazi sympathizer and ever since can’t escape the name so he goes along with it and his fame eventually earns him that exhibit, but his art isn’t the reason for his fans. It’s crappy art and he knows it, but he can’t find his muse. The crappy art is still enough to justify any exhibit under Rogers. All the fans only go to see Captain America.

Tony as Eddie, not exactly a hypochondriac, but he absolutely hates it when others touch him or hand him things. He can never have his back turned on someone, always believing they’ll get him with something. He’s always wearing gloves. Has a fear of taking them off. Scarred hands to show for his anxieties and panic attacks and undiagnosed ptsd. He grows to be a famous engineer, ironically, and is both married and works for Sunset Bain and her company. Years under Howards’ care lead him to marry someone who treats him just like his father had. No love. Just pain.

Thor as Bill. No stutter, just a heavy accent he can’t seem to shake off no matter how long he’s lived in america, and he has adhd. His impulsiveness and hyperactive mind often get him in trouble and push the patience of others. His mind is the reason he doesn’t tag along with his little brother Loki on that faithful day and ever since it’s all his mind ever focuses on. Needing to find his brother. When grown, he receives treatment. He manages his impulses better and can focus on tasks longer, but his thoughts continuously jump back and forth. It’s the reason why his scripts are always hard to follow sometimes. He jumps scenes, events happen in different orders, but his endings always turn out great. Part of the reason why his work gains traction. In movies, in tv shows, hell, he’s even published books. “The start and middle are hard to follow, but the endings never disappoint!” He’s also an alcoholic and divorced. He doesn’t know the reason for why he started drinking. Can’t remember it, but alcohol seems to be the only thing that numbs the pain for it.

Natasha as Beverly, living under her psycho aunt who acts sweet and caring but is not afraid to teach Nat how ladies properly behave in unorthodox ways. She tries to teach Nat how to manipulate, how to con, how to pleasure. She also locks Nat in a small, closet-sized room, a room she lovingly calls the ‘red room,’ when Nat misbehaves. Nat is dysfunctional because of all this. Can never settle down with anyone for long. Can never trust. She has four marriages under her belt, has stolen, lied and cheated her way to the top. Only knows to be a trophy wife for the rich and famous but is by no means helpless. Is often called a golddigger and in a way, yeah, she is, but to her it’s survival.

Bruce as Ben. Smart, the embodiment of nerdy, has baby fat and has an uncontrollable temper, often violent because of it. His relief is escaping to the forest and breaking what he can find. When calm, he’s always in the library. Reading science books, studying formulas, making ground-breaking discoveries, and occasionally learning about history. He’s more interested in science and studying the properties of near anything, but the selection in the library hardly has what he wants to learn. As an adult, he’s a very successful scientist. A nuclear physicist with more PhDs to count than in one hand. He has counseling for his anger problems. Has routines and exercises to help. Has done very well when it comes to his health. Has kept the nerdy look and even made it attractive, but for all his groundbreaking words and vogue inclusions he lives alone and miserable in his large home.

Clint as Stan. A deaf kid with a large case of abandonment issues. Bullied and mocked for his hearing aids. Raised by his brother, Barney and his only friend being his dog, Lucky, for the longest time. He doesn’t have any social skills, is known for doing things not considered normal, and doesn’t speak much, but if he has to say something he will say something. Grown up, he becomes a famous archer, has won many gold medals under the field, is often used to model with motion-capture and is in a lot of popular video games and is also a well-recommended stunt performer. His gig is performing truly risky and dangerous stunts and bouncing back with only scratches. His face is covered in bandaids. One day, one self-inflicted stunt just proves far too deadly.

Sam as Mike, living in a farm with his grandfather and tending to the animals. He’s bullied, attacked and nearly killed because of the racism in the town. He’s constantly haunted about his past. About what happened to his parents. About what could happen to him with every new day the sun brings. He’s always thinking about the future. About what will come. When it will end. Even out of school he’s smart as a whip, an incredible carpenter and growing up with his head down has taught him how to survive and fight back as an adult. Living in a hell has only toughened his skin. He might stay behind and continue to live in their small town, but even the townspeople have to admit he’s good at his job and always call him first when fixing and remodeling their homes. He’s famous in his own right.

Let us all suffer.

#ask post #mal gets an ask #naferty writes #lovely anon #it au #stony #because reddie is real and so stony will be too in this au #brucenat #because ben and bev are perfect and if we're casting bruce and nat as them they're perfect too #it

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beepbeeprichiellc · 5 years ago

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Oh my god oh my god oh my god can we get a part two to the sick Richie Au??? Like pretty please, I need Richie to actually admit his real feelings while not being so sick and for Eddie to feel the relief when the nurses tell him Richie is gonna be alright

Yeah....I feel gross with all this fluff. Part 1.

Richie stared at the table, debating if he had enough junk food. Sure there were of his friends favorites but what if Eddie didn’t want the usual? What if he was in some crazy mood and decided that red vines and popcorn wasn’t enough to stay? Richie pondered going back out to the store and just buying everything insight-there was no way Eddie could turn down a buffet of treats right? Not when he saw the effort that Richie had put into the night, going as far as to get seven different movie options. Somehow Eddie had gotten out of four movie nights in a row and although Richie wasn’t sure why-he was positive it was his own fault. After all, Eddie had literally saved his life-the doctors assured him of this-but after leaving hospital things had gotten weird.

Eddie wasn’t home most nights, and when he was he stayed locked up in his room with the music blaring. Richie had tried to talk to him-to beg for a fraction of the attention he used to get but Eddie would brush him off and make some excuse to leave. The others had no idea what was going on either thus being no help whatsoever. There was a giddiness in the pit of Richie’s stomach, an unmet need that Eddie had left behind as he began to ghost him. This had to work because if it didn’t-well Richie was sure he would just go insane. He needed his Eds, needed his best friend so much that it nearly ate him alive.

His roommate's door opened, and Richie was immediately on his feet, watching as Eddie slung his jacket his jacket onto his back and glanced his way. “Hey Rich, I thought you were gone.”

“Nope, just getting things ready for our movie night.” Richie gestured to the covered coffee table, eager to see Eddie’s reaction. “I got all your favorites and a few more. Beverly recommended some horror movie but if you aren’t in the mood for that I got action, romance and even a flick from japan that is supposed to be especially good-I’ll even endure the subtitles just for you.”

Eddie scrunched up his face, “I’m sorry but I promised Bill I’d meet him at the bar tonight.”

Richie’s heart dipped, “Wh-What? No-no come on, you’ve been out with Bill for the past four Fridays! I thought we could do movie night like we used to because-”

“I know I’ve been busy lately Rich but I told Bill-”

“Are you fucking him or something?” It was supposed to be a joke, a jab if you will but the desperate chuckle that followed gnawed at the tension in the air. “Not that I would care or anything,” the thought made his stomach churn but he pushed it down, “but it’d be nice to have a heads up before I walk in after class and catch a full view of Bill’s hairy ass as he plows you into the sofa.” The image danced in his head and Richie felt the bile climb his throat.

“The only person who has ever had sex on the couch is you.” Eddie scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “And no, I’m not seeing Bill, he’s my friend. I like to spend time with my friends.”

“I’m your friend.” Richie whined, knowing full well how pathetic he sounded but knew that there was no point in hiding his disappointment. They had been drifting, Richie could feel it but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t pull Eddie back to him-like they were on two different courses and soon it would be too late to reconnect. “And I want to spend time with you too.”

This made Eddie let out a deep sigh, “Richie-”

“No.” The trashmouth nipped, pointing a wagging finger in Eddie’s direction, “Don’t lie to me Eddie, I can tell when you are about to lie because you make this face that looks like you are ripping out pubic hair. Tell me the truth, what did I do wrong? Are you mad at me or something?”

“I’m not mad at you Richie.” Eddie replied softly, rocking on his heels and biting on his bottom lip. “It’s nothing like that.”

“Then what?” Rihcie pleaded, crossing the room so that there wasn’t any furniture separating them. “I mean you haven't even let me repay you for saving my life! It’s like you’ve been avoiding me or something.” Eddie dropped his gaze and Richie knew he had a finger on the pulse. “You have been avoiding me!”

“Can we not do this right now? I told Bill that I’d be there in like five minutes.” Eddie pleaded tapping his watch. “I promise we will talk when I get back.”

“We can’t wait because if we do you would have had time to come up with the lie that you are going to feed me.” Richie knew how this was going to work, if he let Eddie slip away now there was no going back, their friendship couldn’t endure another excuse and Richie would rather die than let thirteen years of being the best of friends fall apart. “How can I fix this? Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it Eddie.” Richie hadn’t realized that he had been advancing on his friend, his heart nearly fracturing his ribs with the forces of it’s pounding. If he reached out, Richie could touch Eddie, could pull him close and beg but he didn’t-couldn’t because that wasn’t what they did so instead he waited.

He expected Eddie to speak the truth but instead he shook his head and stepped back. “You can’t do anything Richie. This is my thing that I need to deal with okay? I know you don’t understand but-”

“The help me understand!” Richie shouted, causing Eddie to jump in surprise. “Please.” He whispered now, pleading with Eddie as the string that connected them became taught. “I at least deserve to know why.”

It looked like Eddie was going to break, his breaths coming in short bursts as the wheels in his head turned. “When you were sick, when you’re fever spiked you started talking-not that you ever stop talking but this time it was different, you weren’t spewing vulgarity or jokes or anything sensible.”

“Oh man, what did I say?” Richie sputtered, unwilling to believe this..“Did I admit that I’ve got a thing for my 90 year old english professor or-fuck did I admit that I was the one who borke Stan’s grandpa’s vase?”

“No,” Eddie mumbled, “nothing like that.”

“Then what?”

Looking at the door Eddie took a second to answer but when he did his voice dripped regret onto the carpet. “You said that you loved me, that you never got to tell me that you had always loved me before Pennywise killed me.”

Richie blinked, unable to process the explanation. “Pennywise?” He choked out-watching tears began to fill in the corner of Eddie’s eyes. “What the fuck is a Pennywise.”

“A demonic clown.” Eddie whispered to his shoes. “You weren't making any sense and were totally freaking out, screaming my name over and over again and repeating that you loved me and I just-” There was choking noise in the back of Eddie’s throat that caught his words. “I can’t handle that Richie. I already have a hard time as is and that was just the cherry on top.”

“Eddie.” Richie stated, like his name was the answer to all the questions in the world. “Eddie I-”

“I don’t want the speech.” Eddie cut, “I think I’ll just die if you explain to me that we are friends and that it was the fever talking because I’ve been so fucking in love with you ever since we were teenagers and the moment you pity me the moemnt I will explode. It’s not fair I know, and I know this is a lot of shit to put on you but just please don’t hate me! Please, please don’t hate me Richie. I’m sorry I’m like this and I know that if you just give me a little time and space I can pretend that it never happened. It’s just-”

“Oh my god, shut up.” Richie goraned, his heart leading those two steps to Eddie and without warning he pulled the other man to his chest and connected their lips. Eddie let out a surprised squeak but melted as soon as Richie’s hands slipped across his back, squeezing out the last of the space between them. Eddie tasted sweet, much sweeter than Richie would have expected. Richie’s chapped lips moved against Eddie’s smooth ones, and a few seconds skipped past them before they pulled apart. “Fuck I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

Eddie stared up at him with those brilliant doe eyes. “So you do-”

“Yes. I’m ashamed it took a near death experience for me to admit but yes, I do love you Eddie. I always have.”

Eddie sighed, leaning into him. “Thank god.”

#it #it au #reddie #prompt #requested

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Steddie (Soft Energy)

@richiefairchild @just-another-shipper-01 @agressivebabyslug and I were at it again, tackling another underrated ship~

Eddie would go birdwatching with Stan and genuinely be interested

He asks all sorts of questions and immediately makes a mental note of which birds make Stan’s eyes light up

They’d get all excited when they finally find the bird they’ve spent hours outside for

Eddie insists on using and reapplying sunscreen and Stan just nods and listens to Eddie stress rant about skin cancer for 10 minutes

They would both listen to each other talk for hours, whether it’s birds or interesting developments in medicine

When they move in together, they keep the place organized, clean and most of all, comfortable

Super classy husbands

With lots of plants around the house, great for “clearing the air”- they don’t like the noise of an air purifier anyway

There are a few walls around the house with bird wallpaper- it looks great just trust us

They’re both sentimental and keep childhood stuff on shelves and tables

Stan framed this sweet letter Eddie wrote to him when he went of to summer camp one year

Eddie made a puzzle of the two of them together too :’)

At some point we agreed their place would look like an old person’s house, but really nice

One of them gets up early, grabs a giant blanket and migrates to the couch

The other will flop on top of them and they’ll snooze for “five more minutes” while they wait for their tea/coffee before heading off to work

Stan will play some soft jazz as they get ready and they’ll remind each other not to forget their stuff + make dinner plans

On weekends, whoever gets up first will make a huge breakfast to surprise the other- Eddie likes Stan’s pancakes and Stan likes how Eddie makes coffee

They like to slow dance together on date nights, they’ll have classical/instrumental music or sometimes Eddie’s favorite showtunes that Stan only secretly likes cause they remind him of Eddie

In fact, Eddie likes to play them while he showers and Stan will be washing the dishes and quietly sing along

“Aha! Caught ya singing to this!” -Stan will deny it forever and roll his eyes

After dinner they’ll go out for walks just to clear their head and spend quiet time with each other

If something’s up, they’ll patiently wait for the other to finally speak up and they’ll even quietly settle on their front porch swing, usually good for whenever they feel trapped inside the house and they’d like to listen to frogs and whatnot in silence

Stan is respectful and understanding of Eddie’s anxiety and fears, so he knows when Eddie just needs his presence

Sometimes they’ll lightly bicker just to amuse themselves. Plus, Eddie’s such an argumentative dude that will sometimes need to talk his energy out and Stan always goes along with it, resulting in the most weird back and forth fits

Anyone walks in as they’re going at it, they’ll hear Stan say the funniest comeback with a straight face and Eddie doing the same -it will confuse them

They’ll immediately have each other’s backs when it comes to arguing with someone else. Even if they disagree with each other they’ll still gang up on the other person- it’s intimidating, I would not recommend

They don’t do much for Valentine’s day + they’ll usually stay in for their anniversaries and spend some time together, with the exception of a camping trip every four years on their anniversary

When they do go out to eat, they like to try new stuff, or at least Stan does- he’ll walk into any place and order the first thing he sees

Meanwhile, Eddie gets dragged along so that he can “broaden his options” according to Stan. Eddie won’t admit to it, but going to new places has helped him slowly get over his food anxiety. He still can’t help but to overanalyze the menu and will have Stan ask about certain ingredients

At restaurants, if one of them did not get their order right, the other will immediately let the waiter know and ask for the right order

“Send this back please. He did not want the pickles.”

Afterwards, “Eddie, you’re not allergic. You just hate them, don’t you?”

“I could be allergic. Are you accusing me of lying, Stanley?”

“Me? Accusing you, my dear husband? Never!”

When they go camping on their anniversary, it’s usually a new place every time as well. Eddie gets anxious and was reluctant to go the first time, but seeing Stan’s eyes shine as he plans out their weekend and the peaceful look on his face during their trip makes it all worth it

They’re like kids again once they’re out in nature, Stan’s got his eyes on the trees and Eddie’s back to asking questions about everything- nearly scares off the birds

Stan’s likes to tease Eddie about being shorter when there’s only one (1) inch of a difference

Stan doesn’t like pet names for himself, especially not the typical babe/baby stuff, but sometimes Eddie will slip “love” here and there and Stan feels all warm inside and nearly combusts… 😳 this is fine 💕

Stan is a little shit that likes to see Eddie get flustered, so when he sees Eddie get ready he’ll have a huge smirk and will start calling him handsome- shameless flirting and compliments just to make him blush

Eddie swore up and down he was allergic to peanuts, but one day he just ate one and he came out Okay and Alive. Stan always brings it up whenever Eddie is being stubborn about trying something new. So, one night as they’re talking and falling asleep, Stan whispers “Good night, Peanut” and Eddie nearly melts

The only other solid pet name they have for each other is Veery, the name of a forest thrush that stuck in Eddie’s head during a camping trip and would continuously repeat it to himself. Throughout the trip, they’d refer to each other as Veery only.

They are totally soft uncles when it comes to Ben and Beverly’s kids and compete against Bill and Richie to be the kids’ favorite uncles

Always reassure Bev that her kids will be much more safe with them than they are with Bill and Richie

And they are!

Initially, Eddie was a bit awkward about it, but eventually he warms up to them and doesn’t mind answering their billion questions

Stan is excited from the start, he likes to listen to the kids talk about their cool interests and every time they come over they bake something new together

Yes, they go wild with frosting

Trust me, all four of them, Bill + Richie and Stan + Eddie, will spoil the hell outta those kids

Beverly sees right through them, “They’re just using you to get stuff, they only say you two are the favorites cause they wanna go to the movies this weekend.”

Neither of them care

“Richie, stop spoiling them.”

“Ah, so Stan sent you, hm? Well, tell that sucker- Bill and I are taking them to Dave and Busters tomorrow.”

Ben and Bev’s babysitter decision making boils down to “Sugary uncles or chaotic uncles?”

They decide to hand them over to Mike this weekend. He’ll take them around his farm, let them feed the goats, cook a big meal for them and read them stories

Once the kids are back to their usual two sets of uncles, they claim Mike as the ultimate favorite uncle

They’re all hurt and will send a flow of salty texts in the groupchat

Mike is super humble about it, but the other four are pissed

“All those times we took them out for laser tag and ice cream… and they pick MICHAEL?”

Any time the kids ask either of the four for something at the next gathering, they just say “Why don’t ya ask your favorite uncle?😪”

Mike finds this funny and he’s lowkey proud he’s got them all ticked off over the opinions of kids

#stanley uris #eddie kaspbrak #stan x eddie #steddie #it 2017 #big braincell time #this one was def a favorite of mine

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