#Eddie never warms up to ducks but he respects them. out of fear

[starthecozy]

Thinking about Steve volunteering his house for a temporary pet housing kind of thing. It starts by accident with a hurt baby bird Dustin found at the woods. The little bird is so fragile and Dustin was so scared of hurting her further, so he went straight away to Steve's and with some help (who knew Eddie had such experience with it) they nurtured the little thing back to health.

Then Max brings like, a wounded raccoon she found by her trailer and at first it's chaotic but Steven, The Raccoon needed help and learned to trust Steve, the Human and things eventually worked. It's a mutually earned respect.

Then Steve starts having over kittens, rabbits, frogs (that's on Will), birds, etc. The party with the older ones are always over anyway and help him keep an eye on them when he's out. He needed to call the local vet many times now to know what to do and eventually he learned a lot and offered place to house animals who were in process of being adopted. Now the house is definitely never empty.

Ok I'm gonna be honest, I wrote all this because I want him to have over a duck at some point, scaring the shit out of Eddie

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

cursing

summary: i can’t think of a plot so maybe something like the reader first joining the group and she’s rlly shy and innocent so all the losers don’t want her near richie but one day he tries talking to her alone but they get detention somehow bc of him so her and richie have to do work like cleaning up classes and he rubs off on her and she picks up his sayings so the losers freak out?

A/N: I’m so sorry it took me this long to write it, I hope you still enjoy though 

Richie Tozier is characterized by his crude remarks. Friends, peers, teachers and parent alike know that if they want their respective students, friends or children to behave and remain innocent, they best separate them by a mile from Richie himself. New kids are warned to scoot if Richie tries to approach them, and if you’re seen talking to him, it’ll come as no surprise to anyone that curse words will become your second nature.

The losers club, aka Richie’s friends, accept this about him - except for Stan, who maintains his near perfect grammar despite being Richie’s oldest companion- and would never try to withhold him from getting to know new people and forming a friendship, but that doesn’t mean they try to shelter said person on occasion.

The first day you arrived at Derry high, eyes casted downwards as to not initiate eye contact with anyone out of shyness, the losers knew that they had to keep Richie’s crude words and humor away from you. They approached you, and just like any descend peer and classmate would do, took you under their wings. It wasn’t a secret that you were a shy person, riddled with social anxiety and the apprehensiveness to stand up for yourself, but the losers had tricks up their sleeve to help you overcome that fear. They do after all have a lot of experience in that department.

Your calmness contradicts everything that Richie claims to stand for -he’d never openly admit to his softer, more well-spoken side-, and though there is nothing wrong with either, the losers still maintained that you had to be eased into getting introduced to Richie’s abrasive persona.

Richie still hung out with you plenty, in fact it seemed as if you and Richie developed the closest friendship out of all of them, but as soon as the first syllables of an explicate would be formed, the other losers would loudly cuff of gently nudge Richie to let him know to stop talking.

For the most part, at least in the beginning, Richie stuck to his promise he had made with the losers. He tried his best to not let any lewd langue’s slip around you, with the exertion of mom jokes - the losers couldn’t convince him to forgo those – and with a few misshapes not counted in, they rarely happened.

But then, unexpectedly and unfitting for you, both Richie and you get detention. Richie has gotten detention before, a lot in fact, but never had their timid, newest addition of the losers club been in any kind of trouble. It frustrated even Bev and Ben, and Richie of course, when Eddie, Stan and you ganged up on them to be the voice of caution, refusing to do anything remotely illegal or dangerous. So you getting detention was not something any of them ever saw happening.

It came as no surprise to find out Richie had pulled you into trouble with him, by babbling away in class and trying to get you to respond to his hyper antics in the middle of the class with the teacher every student feared most, Miss Michez. He would throw props of paper your way, write stuff on it and beg for you to respond to it, yell out random things until you caved in and laughed so hard you nearly snorted. Miss Michez, never one to allow any descriptiveness in her class, hurried to give Richie detention, and by default you, to find any reason to chase him out of her classroom.

It didn’t matter to her that today was the first day of the year that the sun actually warmed up the surface, and that a bunch of test were impending and the losers had hoped for one last day of relaxing. All she thought of was punishing her students.

The losers, already planning on hanging out that day, decided to wait for the two of you outside of the school, even knowing that you and Richie were likely to be stuck there for at least an hour after everyone else was dismissed.

They were waiting in a state of uncertainty. They’d never seen you upset, or sad before, and you might not be now either, but they had no idea what to expect. They didn’t know if you were the type of person to freak out over getting in trouble with elders, or if you didn’t care. Assuming you would be upset, the losers collectively bundle their pocket money and got to the store around the corner of the school and bought heaps of comfort food.

When they were done shopping, they made sure to loiter around the front of the school. A part of them was hopeful that Richie managed to keep you bright and happy and smiley, but they know that detention isn’t a joke so prepare for the worst.

At the hour and a half mark, the usual duration of detention on a Wednesday, Richie lanky body flew out the door, the door sweeping open and shut behind him. He had his arm tucked over your shoulders, and he laughed as he led you away from the - what he described as - grounds of hell.

‘G-g-uys, are y-y-you okay?’ Bill asks as soon as you and Richie are within reach. There’s no visible upset on your face, not as far as he can tell, but you might have just been covering it up very well.

‘What? Oh yeah we’re fine, the old hag couldn’t wait to get rid of us’, Richie laughs as he leads you closer to the group.

‘Yeah, I don’t think she realized she was setting herself up for more time with Richie’, you say as you duck under his arm. ‘Whatever, the bitch deserved it.’

Ben chokes on his own spit, while Beverly cackles so loud it’s surprising miss Michez doesn’t storm down the stairs to shush them.

‘Did you just curse?’ Stan grounds out, wide eyes looking at you like it’s the first time he has ever seen you.

‘Some people deserve it’, you answer, that same shyness the losers are so used of you coming back slowly. Apparently, the moment of brave boldness has come and gone. ‘Kind of like Eddie’s mom.’

Bev roars louder, holding herself up by a beam so she doesn’t fall over laughing. Eddie’s face turns white, and his gaze slowly, almost imperceptibly, shifts to Richie’s face. Then he states calmly; ‘I’m going to fucking kill you.’

Richie is granted three seconds to run.

[scaredbisexual]

Pure Art| Reddie Fic

Photographer!Eddie and Artsy!Richie

Word Count: 2789

Warnings: some make out sesh, some cursing, nothing too bad though

Partly (most of it really) corrected by one and only @fuckboykaspbrak <3

Chapter Five

Richie Tozier kissed like he was hurting.  

It was deep and passionate, slow and full of emotion. His face was scrunched up in a pain-like expression, his forehead full of creases, brows furrowed and eyes closed almost painfully hard. He brought both of his hands to Eddie’s cheeks and pulled him in, in, in. Their bodies were pressed together so close, someone may have thought it was a one person.  

Richie’s head was racing. He felt electric, wild with energy flowing through his body. It wasn’t his first kiss, but close to it. You may not believe me when I tell you, but the boy had kissed only three people in his whole lifetime, one of them being Beverly during a questionable time in his life.  

Richie Tozier had been hurt by kissing.  

His first boyfriend ever, Thomas Lonny, a golden-haired boy with beautiful smile and incredibly blue eyes, a football player and the most popular boy in the whole school- the perfect boy Richie had been really happy to be with, had hurt him. It was during their last week at school, three days before graduation. There was a party, a big one, in Thomas’ house and everyone was invited, Richie’s name first one the list.  

You see, Thomas had never been ashamed of dating Rich, or even scared of coming out. He was a brave lad with lawyers as parents and a shitload of money. Everyone liked him and some were even afraid of him, so why would someone bully him for being queer? That wasn’t a problem. He actually really liked Richie, fancied his looks and even personality, what was really challenging during this time in his life. What became, in fact, the problem, was Richie’s aversion to kissing. He had never let Thomas’ lips closer than to his cheeks, always ducking his head when the other boy tried to press their lips together, and murmuring a little “not yet, sorry”.

The thing was, Richie Tozier was even bigger of a loser in high school, than during his whole lifetime combined. He never went to parties, didn’t like attention on him and was a tad shy when it came to human relations. He also was saving his first kiss for the perfect occasion. And Thomas was a player, not only on field but with people, too, and his friends did everything to remind him of that. Richie had heard “Have you stolen the virgin’s kiss yet, Lonny?” on multiple occasions, but never paid them any mind, shrugging it off as jealousy. But Thomas was a friend of his friends, so what was a boy to do? He stole the virgin’s kiss, that’s what he did.  

The party was in a full swing, people dancing and shouting, drinking alcohol and smoking weird-looking cigarettes, and Richie was sitting in the middle of it, on Thomas’ lap to be exact. He was curled up on him, head resting peacefully on his chest, lanky legs between his boyfriend’s and arms around the other’s neck. He felt save, and loved, his little heart was doing backflips and splits, dancing Macarena because of all the happiness Thomas brought into his life. He hid his smiling face in his boyfriend’s neck.

“Oh, is the virgin begging for attention, Tom? Have you finally gotten to those sweet, sweet lips, man?” one of the jocks asked. He was Thomas’ best friend and also a captain of the team, his name being Bob or Tod, something along these lines. Richie bit his lip and looked up. Tom was a little bit drunk, flushed with alcohol running through his veins, but there was a teasing smirk plastered on his face, so Richie wasn’t worried. His boyfriend didn’t like when those questions were being asked, he once told Richie, he felt like a pussy for not having kissed his significant other. Curly-haired boy really often apologized him for it.  

“You know what, Tod?” or maybe Bob “In fact, Imma do it right now, if you want the show so bad,” he laughed, a bit too deep for Richie’s liking. When he heard those words, he bolted right up and off Tom’s lap, looking at him with wild eyes. The blonde one was getting up himself, accompanied by claps and hollering of his friends, laughing silently.  

In this moment, Richie felt like a pray, hunted by a predator. His blood went cold, body couldn’t move from all the fear he was experiencing. It became so different than it was just mere minutes earlier. Words of others became a background noise, everything was blurry, as if his glasses had been taken off, and everything felt so fucking surreal.  

Richie had always though that he would be able to defend himself while facing danger. He maybe was a bit lanky and didn’t have enough muscles, but a simple kick to the shin, or maybe balls, seemed easy enough for him to perform. He imagined it, lying in bed, weird thoughts flooding his mind, and was always so perfectly assured of his own skills when it came to self-protection.  

But then, when he actually did face danger, he couldn’t make himself react in any way. He just stood there, watched Thomas, his precious Tommy, walk closer with a sickening grin, place both hands on his ass and squeeze it, so hard in made Richie yelp, and then forcefully press their lips together.  

Richie didn’t close his eyes, he didn’t feel butterflies in the pit of his stomach nor his palms becoming sweaty with nerves and excitement. He felt sick, vomit welling up into him mouth and then he was pushing and pushing, trying to get away from the creature that he once called his sunshine. His first kiss wasn’t perfect, even good, it was horrifying and awful, a tearful moment he would remember all his life.  

Kissing Eddie Kaspbrak was as easy as breathing. He was soft and warm, not pushing too hard and respecting boundaries. His hands never left the save expanse of Rich’s shirt, holding onto it tightly with a wide smile trying to break their kiss. It was sun and flowers, like kissing a blossom- delicate but sweet, tender and fragile. It was nothing like being grabbed by Thomas, like being attacked with other’s mouth, forced into it. And Richie had never felt better.  

The tender kiss turned into a hurricane. Into a mess of limbs, fingers tangled in hair and spit-shining lips and in would continue for God only knows how long, if it wasn’t for Beverly to step in.  

“Bill wanted me to tell you, that you can have the guestroom,” she spoke from behind Eddie with a big, full-on smirk displayed on her face. Eddie stopped kissing his, well, whoever Richie was to him in that moment, and tucked his head down, hiding in-between Richie’s shirttail. He could feel his face getting impossibly red in embarrassment. Not because of the whole kissing thing (God no!), but because he actually forgot they were at a party with tons of people surrounding them and being able to watch their embrace.  

Richie was breathing hard, trying to focus on Beverly’s face that was a bit blurry, his arms coming around Eddie’s body at instinct, letting him hide behind his own body.  

“Tell Bill I said fuck you,” he laughed, still a little hazed. “But also thank you,” he quickly added and winked at Bev, trying to break the tension between him and the girl. She giggled, winking right back and turning around.  

Richie’s attention came back to Eddie. The smaller boy was smiling shyly into his shirt, a crimson blush on his cheeks, eyes a bit glassy and hair mussed up. His body weight was almost entirely propped on Richie, the boy being too out of it to stand by himself.  

“I think we could use that room, hm?”

They were both lying on a king-sized bed in Bill’s guestroom, looking at the ceiling and not saying a thing. Their hands were joined, fingers intertwined with Eddie’s thumb gently stroking Richie’s palm.

Eddie felt his mind drifting away, different thoughts clouding it, and he started wondering how did all of this happen. He didn’t intend to get together with Richie, nor kiss him for that matter. He simply wanted to finish his assignment, receive a decent grade and pass this goddamn class, catching feelings was never in the plan.  

You see, there is quite more to Eddie Kaspbrak than he lets on. During that day he felt, more than on one occasion, like he was drowning, suffocating in Richie’s constant chatter, new situations he was faced with and actions he was never expected to take, yet now it was mandatory. Eddie has never, in his whole life, liked changes or challenges that took him out of his comfort zone.  

His teenage years were full of sitting alone in his bedroom, reading, watching tv or taking long, long walks in the woods close to his house, taking pictures of animals and nature. He didn’t have any friends, just some colleagues that he could chat with at lunch, but nothing beside that. Eddie was quite the loner, only fully comfortable while not having to interact with his peers, thinking of them as stupid and not worth his time. He wasn’t full of himself, but watching teens getting drunk, having sex and getting pregnant right afterwards was sobering, showing him how easy it was to ruin his own life. And he wasn’t a fool, he had worked too hard to ruin everything with a moment of not thinking.

So he sat at home, studied, took pictures and then studied some more, working his ass off to be called out at graduation and congratulated for being the best student. It was rewarding, sure, also real helpful while applying to schools, but then came the regret.

Oh yes, the tightening in his chest, threatening to suffocate him, making him purchase an inhaler. It came soon after moving to his new apartment, when his new friends asked him if he had ever been to a party. He had to duck his head and say that no, he hadn’t. Pure shock on the faces of Stan and Mike made him run to his room and lock the doors. He had cried that night, bawled his eyes out, and for the first time, questioned his actions as teenager.  

Maybe he wouldn’t be so weird and lonely if he made himself stop overthinking, if he just gathered his things, dressed up and went to some goddamn party in high school. He could’ve made friends, kiss someone, collect memories.  

Richie made him feel this thick tension, too. Looking at him, the colorful tattoos on his legs, tanned skin and how many people he knew, it all took his breath away, reminded that he too could have an interesting life, if only he wanted to.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Richie murmured from the other side of bed. He was lying on his side, facing Eddie and looking at him with sparkling eyes and a smile dancing on his lips. His curls arranged itself to look like a halo, making the boy look much more delightful than ever. Eddie huffed out a small laugh and turned around too, never letting go of the other’s hand.  

“Not worth it.” he smiled in an answer and fluttered his eyes closed, shuffling a little bit closer to Richie. The taller boy smiled softly and did the same thing. “How did we end up here, hm?” Eddie whispered, his head spinning from all the things happening around him. He felt heat radiating off of his companion, smelled his cologne and heard every little breath. It was all so new, so weird but fascinating. Unexpected.  

“Fate,” Richie said with confidence, making the other boy laugh a little.

“Yeah, right.”

“Oh, come on Eds, you could’ve seen anyone else in that park, but saw me, this has to mean something, right?” Eddie was getting a bit anxious listening to the other boy, his heart racing and palms sweating.  

“Yeah, if you believe in such things as fate or destiny,” he commented and opened his eyes. He was met with Richie’s eyes already focused on him. The other boy didn’t look angry at Eddie’s lack of faith, he was amused, biting his lip not to laugh.

“Okay, sure, say whatever you wanna say, this shit is just too bizarre not to be fate, is all I’m saying,” he provoked, shrugging in the process and winking at the smaller boy. Eddie only huffed in annoyance and rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore Richie’s provocation.  

“Yeah-” he coughed and bit his lip. “-did we come here to talk or...” he trailed off, gazing up at Richie.  

“I’m not going to fuck you on out first date, I’m a gentleman,” Richie sang with sarcasm lacing his voice, making Eddie moan in embarrassment. He swatted the other boy’s arm and let go of his hand, sitting up. He felt his face heating up and turned his back to Richie, not wanting to be laughed at. He could already hear all the stupid words coming out of the motormouth but instead he got pulled back into a solid chest and embraced by long, strong arms. He felt even more heat traveling to his face, but then there was also happiness swelling in his chest, so he let himself enjoy the moment of closeness. “We still need to talk,” Richie murmured into his ear, making Eddie shiver.  

He was painfully aware of it, so he nodded but instead of saying something he just curled himself into a ball and pressed harder into Richie’s body, trying to hide from the world. The taller boy sighed but didn’t say a word, instead lowering his head into Eddie’s hair and pressing a light, almost-not-there kiss onto his forehead.  

“Later,” Eddie sighed in content, his body shivering and tingling from all the attention he was getting, not at all used to it. He was touch starved, every inch of his body physically aching for Richie to touch him. He didn’t want to seem too clingy though, so he remained silent.  

It felt like the world stopped. It was just the two of them, sitting in a guestroom in the middle of a party, talking about their likes and dislikes, stealing a kiss here and there. Oh and of course, taking pictures.

“You just look so cute, let me!” Eddie begged, his camera hanging safely on his neck. The boys were having a pretty heavy make out session, Richie’s hands stroking warm skin of Eddie’s back, arms securely wrapped around his middle, while the other boy laid on his chest, holding the taller one’s cheeks in both of his hands, squeezing them from time to time. He felt save in that room. In the house of a person he barely knew, with another person he just met. It was surreal. When Eddie let himself think about it, his insides were doing this weird thing, kind of twisting but not in unpleasant way. Maybe it was excitement, maybe fear, or maybe something in between, he didn’t dare guessing.

Anyway, Eddie’s tongue just finished exploring the insides of Richie’s mouth and his eyes opened lazily, only to expose him to the most adorable sight ever. The boy was smiling softly from beneath him, his lips were a little bit swollen and shining with spit from all the kissing, matching nicely his red cheeks and hazed eyes. His hair was everywhere, a bit falling into his eyes, some locks spread on pillows, others curling behind his ears.  

Eddie bit his lip and motioned for the boy to wait, he then sprinted out of the room and came back a few minutes later to a really confused and hurt-looking Richie. He didn’t have to explain himself, because the camera in his hand was enough for Richie to laugh loudly and throw himself back at the bed.

“You are impossible!” he shouted from the bed, his eyes closed and mouth spread into a wide toothy grin. He felt the bed dip a bit under Eddie and then the smaller boy was straddling him again.

“You’re not here to suck my face, there is a portfolio waiting to be turned in, so you better work bitch!” Eddie shouted and snapped a few pictures of Richie laughing, then glaring playfully and then giggling sweetly, hiding behind his hands.  

“Why the fuck did I agree to do it?” The taller boy asked, still chuckling silently. This question, even though having been meant to be funny, made Eddie stop in his tracks. He slowly lowered the camera from his face to reveal his puzzled look.  

“Yeah, actually why?”

[spectrum-spectre]

I would love to know The Lore™ of why Eddie is scared of ducks please and thank you 🙏

Thinking about Steve volunteering his house for a temporary pet housing kind of thing. It starts by accident with a hurt baby bird Dustin found at the woods. The little bird is so fragile and Dustin was so scared of hurting her further, so he went straight away to Steve's and with some help (who knew Eddie had such experience with it) they nurtured the little thing back to health. Then Max brings like, a wounded raccoon she found by her trailer and at first it's chaotic but Steven, The Raccoon needed help and learned to trust Steve, the Human and things eventually worked. It's a mutually earned respect. Then Steve starts having over kittens, rabbits, frogs (that's on Will), birds, etc. The party with the older ones are always over anyway and help him keep an eye on them when he's out. He needed to call the local vet many times now to know what to do and eventually he learned a lot and offered place to house animals who were in process of being adopted. Now the house is definitely never empty.

Ok I'm gonna be honest, I wrote all this because I want him to have over a duck at some point, scaring the shit out of Eddie