#Fluffy Reddie with a kid is coming

[itficlibrary]

This week's fic rec theme is 2024!

The following are recs for some of your + our favourite fics to come out within the last year (with a bonus bingo board at the end)! Thanks so much to anyone who sent in their faves!

For fans of soulmate aus & richie tozier’s crippling self-loathing, try:

• Three weddings (and my funeral) by witchietozier (@witchiewitchie)

(23k words + ongoing)

This is a soulmate au (although it very much feels like its own thing), wherein Richie and Eddie are set up to pretend to be soulmates for stanpat’s wedding. Featuring unique & bubbly prose, several awkward situations and musings on a delightfully pathetic Richie’s psyche.

For fans of kid fic & family feels, try:

• It’s a cruel summer with you by eddiekaspbrakirlsblog (@eddiekaspbrakirlsblog)

(21k words)

A series of seven short fics centered on the toziers having a beach house and eddie spending summers with them there, following reddie from age 4 to adulthood. This dedicates a lot of time to characterising Maggie & Went Tozier (as good parents!) and is packed with fluffy childhood innocence & found family themes.

For fans of fix-its & tenderness:

• Hold on and hope we’ll find our way back in the end by rcdwings 

(27k words)

A good old fashioned rewrite & fix-it of IT 2019, through Eddie’s eyes and then Richie’s. Featuring all the missing scenes & extra character beats you could want from the movie, a very sweet Maggie Tozier portrayal and a pretty, elegant writing style.

For fans of teen fic & pining, try:

• Well, that’ll be the day, when you say goodbye by thewayilovetheocean (@derrypubliclibrary)

(4k words)

A look at Richie’s in-full-bloom feelings for Eddie and all the angst surrounding that, set before he leaves Derry around 1991. Featuring plenty of internalised homophobia, classic teenreddie banter and a gently hopeful ending.

For fans of lucky 7 ensemble pieces & balls to the wall fun:

• If love is the answer, you’re home by kissbrak and richiebeepbeep (@toziers)

(55k words)

A fic based on Tag (2018), wherein the losers play an annual game of tag and fall in love along the way. It switches focus around all of the losers, gives so much depth & complexity to every single relationship and is all round a deranged & extremely fun romp!

For fans of t4t reddie & awkward meet-cutes, try:

• Switch-hitters by sheepknitssweater 

(16k words)

This follows a t4t reddie who meet via softball to the face, and the rest is history. This fic’s style is snappy and lively, its characterisation (especially of Richie) is uber charming, and it deals insightfully with its themes of internalised transphobia and identity.

For fans of funny meet-cutes & haters of sonia kaspbrak, try:

• Come for aunt Brenda’s green beans, stay for the drama by asexual_asshat (@asexualasshat)

(5k words)

Richie meets Eddie on Tinder and they conspire to ruin the Kaspbrak family thanksgiving (to piss off mrs k of course). Featuring these two being absolutely crazy about each other, plenty of hijinks & comedy and eventual smut.

For fans of college fic & heavy angst, try:

• Go on and on and on until by tozierlvr (@tozierlvr)

(160k words)

A series wherein Richie and Eddie (unknowingly) reunite at college after the events of IT chapter one, documenting their entire relationship from start to…uh…end. It’s got super realistic 2nd puberty, eventual gut-wrenching angst, and stays ‘canon compliant’ while adding the most unique tweaks.

For fans of pining & domesticity, try:

• Don’t want to let you go (‘til you see the light) by nonbinary (@oshaskell)

(6k words)

This oneshot sees reddie in a roommates scenario, wherein Richie is working up the nerve to finally ask Eddie out. reddie’s weird little dynamic in this is natural and endearing (Eddie bites Richie at one point), there are cute flashbacks via old videos, and overall this is an extra warm and cozy read.

For fans of soft, happy endings & richie tozier’s wooing attempts, try:

• Take a right at the light by moichi (@clownbrainrot)

(6k words)

This follows Richie on an odyssey to shoot his shot with Eddie, and the mounting obstacles he faces on the way. It’s got bevchie best friendship, a sweet ending and is extra generous with its low-stakes-high-comedy Richie suffering.

For fans of short-but-sweet fics in a corporate setting, try:

pour myself a cup of ambition by searcher_of_amroth (@spagedster)

(8k words)

Richie and Eddie meet by chance because they both have been mandated to see a HR counsellor at their workplace. Featuring oh-god-he’s-cute on both sides, with alternate points of views (a personal favourite!), and plenty of cute moments as they both try to woo the other!

For fans of time loops and happy endings, try: 

again, again, again by watchoutforthefanfics (@watchoutforthefanfics)

(12k words)

Richie gets stuck in a time loop and has to save both Eddie and Stan. It goes about as well as you think it would! Features emotionally constipated Richie Tozier (as he should be), angst (as there should be), and healing (as there should be). 

For fans of fics set during the 27 years in between and bittersweet endings, try:

familiar by fredastaire (@it2017)

(23k words)

During the 27 years, Eddie returns to Derry once: for his mother’s funeral. Mike is there to help him through it. I love this fic so much! This fic contains Kasplon relationship dynamics, Remembering Your Childhood, and Dealing With Your Emotions About Your Mother. 

For fans of Reddie bickering and Benverly, try:

double date by beefcakebeetle 

(17k words)

Richie, Eddie, and Ben come to Chicago to help Beverly move her stuff out of Tom’s house. Then, Ben and Bev trick Richie and Eddie into going on a double date! Featuring a lot of cute dynamics between these four, and alternating points of view! 

For fans of communication and character studies, try:

remembering you by loelight 

(13k words)

Richie and Eddie have a long conversation. Set post Chapter 2. A really cute, fluffy fic! Featuring The Kissing Bridge(™), very little emotional constipation, and a happy ending.

For fans of the Awkward Teenager Drama and slice of life genres, try:

crosseyed & painless by bellbawttoms (@gaylittlerichie)

(58k words)

Eddie gets a girlfriend and Richie loses his absolute mind. Featuring the Authentic Pathetic Teenager Experience, You Guys Just Wouldn’t Get It, Nobody Understands Me, a slice of life in the 80’s in every chapter, and self discovery. 

For fans of character studies and introspection-heavy fics, try:

Octopus’ garden by searcher_of_amroth (@spagedster)

(16k words)

Character study fic with a focus on mental health set post Chapter 2 events. Featuring a chapter for each loser (two for stan!), and a whole lot of resolutions and tying up loose ends.

For fans of coming of age fics with plenty of slowburn, try:

that teenage feeling! by fredastaire (@it2017) 

(50k words)

Explores Eddie coming to terms with identifying as a trans woman. Set during the 27 years, and features plenty of miscommunication, introspection, and character and relationship analysis, as well as Richie Tozier as a narrator(™).

For fans of character-accurate communication and post-canon fics, try: 

Dance slow decades by xosmia 

(16k words)

Eddie shows up in Los Angeles in the middle of the night without any warning. Richie and Eddie have a couple of long conversations and reconcile their relationship, both platonic and not.

For fans of fix-it fics, try: 

a murmur beneath my skin by mikripetra 

(26k words) 

Richie and Eddie bump into each other randomly at a grocery store in their thirties. It triggers a butterfly effect that neither of them could have seen coming. Featuring character studies, hurt/comfort, and psychological horror. 

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[swooningdelirium]

reddie? in 2024? embarrassing tbh but here’s a fluffy little sickfic i wrote last year

He awoke to a shiver that ravaged him from the inside out and rendered every last hair on his body standing on end. With sweat matting his hair to his temples, Eddie rolled over to check the digital clock on his bedside. His eyes burned, but he willed them to focus. When he could finally make out the numbers, he saw that is was just past 4AM. Eddie shuddered. Even through the veil of delirium that blurred the room around him, he could feel a cumbersome panic rise in his chest. As he placed a sweaty palm to his forehead, the placebo pills and waiting rooms of his childhood burst forth at nauseating speed. His stomach lurched. He shook his mother’s nagging voice from the recesses of his mind and assured himself that whatever was wrong wasn’t fatal. He was fine. It was all okay.

Richie still lay beside him, snoring softly. His body radiated a heat too alluring for a chilled Eddie to ignore. Eddie snuggled up closer to him, assuming the big spoon position for once, and whimpered:

“Richie, I don’t feel good.” He winced at how childish he sounded, but couldn’t help it.

Richie rolled over with a grumble, instinctively pulling Eddie in closer and burying his face into the pit of his shoulder. “Hm?”

“Rich…” Eddie trailed off, a lump beginning to form in his throat. “Something’s wrong.”

Richie jolted upright and switched on the bedside lamp, taking in Eddie’s pale, sweaty form for the first time. “…Oh. Yeah. You don’t look so good, baby,” Richie’s brows furrowed, his voice still thick with sleep. When he saw the anxiety flash across his love’s weary face, he quickly added, “You’re alright, though. I promise. I’m right here.”

He placed Eddie’s arm over his own shoulders and gently helped him sit up against the headboard. He leaned forward and planted a prolonged kiss onto Eddie’s forehead. He was, in fact, burning up. Shit. This would send him spiraling. He pulled Eddie’s head to his chest as hatred for his estranged mother-in-law flooded every fiber of his being. It broke him enough having to see Eds like this without thinking of all he had endured when they were kids. As if they weren’t already going through enough.

“It’s okay. Everybody gets sick,” Richie whispered into the top of Eddie’s head. “You definitely do have a fever, though. We’ll have to check on that. What else are you feeling right now, my love? What hurts?”

Before Eddie could answer, he erupted into a coughing fit that sent him barrelling toward the bathroom with Richie in tow. Just as he entered, Richie found him hunched over the toilet, retching. Tears streamed down his face. He knelt beside his partner and rubbed his back in soft, circular motions.

“I know, Eds,” he murmured. “I know. You’re okay.” Eddie gasped for air with each fleeting moment his stomach settled before inevitably starting again. Whether he was short of breath from pain or panic, Richie couldn’t tell.

When the vomiting subsided and Eddie nodded upon being asked if he was done, Richie led him back to bed and placed the lightest throw blanket on top of him. “Okay. I’m gonna go get you some medicine and some water. Anything else?” Eddie shook his head weakly. “Alright, my love. We’ll take your temperature when I come back too, okay?” He reached out to hold Eddie’s face and stroked his cheekbone with his thumb. God, he was warm. “I’ll be right back.”

Eddie opted to close his eyes for just a minute. A prolonged blink, really. It must have been longer, though. He only opened them again when the creak of floorboards indicated that Richie was back with supplies from their comically well-stocked medicine cabinet. He placed the thermometer and miscellaneous medications on the nightstand, immediately heading back toward the kitchen. Eddie heard faintly running water for a moment before the tap turned off and Richie returned with a washcloth and small bowl of water. He placed these items next to the others and reached for the thermometer.

“Okay. Let’s check that temperature now,” he said in that tone that always put Eddie at ease. The only voice that could bring him down from the panic. He leaned over his Eddie and placed the thermometer under his tongue, holding his hand while they waited for a reading.

At the tone, Richie removed the thermometer, which read 102.8. Eddie wouldn’t take that well. Inhaling sharply, he showed Eddie the number and squeezed his hand. “That’s alright. It just means your body is fighting extra hard, okay?” He felt Eddie’s already rapid breathing quicken, but he paused for a deep breath.

“Can you maybe take it again?” Eddie rasped, barely audible. His throat was still so raw from upheaving the contents of his stomach. “I just want to make sure.”

“Okay,” he murmured, kissing away a stray tear on Eddie’s cheek. “We’ll do it one more time.”

Once again, he placed the thermometer under Eddie’s tongue and waited for the tone. When he heard it, he removed it to see that it now read 103 on the dot. He gently pressed the power button and placed it back in the sleeve without showing Eddie.

“Yeah, honey. It was right the first time.”

“That’s a really high fever,” Eddie whimpered miserably.

“Oh, Eds. I know it’s scary.” Richie placed one hand on Eddie’s shoulder while he used the other to open the bottle of liquid cold and flu medicine. “You’re okay. It’s just a bug. Try not to let the number scare you too much. We’re gonna take that fever down, okay?” Richie extended the bottle cap full of medicine to Eddie’s mouth. “Drink this, baby.” Eddie obliged as Richie submerged the cloth into the bowl, wrung it out, and placed it on his forehead. He shivered against the sudden cold, but didn’t resist. “I know you’re already cold, but we have to bring this temperature down. It’ll make you better. I promise.”

Eddie nodded. He looked small. Smaller than Richie had seen him in as long as he could remember. He forced out the memory of a tiny, terrified Eddie in that dingy Neilbolt basement with his arm contorted at a sickening angle. He needed to be here, now. Eds needed him in the present.

Richie checked the clock. It was nearing 5 A.M. “I’ll call us both out of work a little later.”

“Do you think I’ll need antibiotics? Or maybe some infusions? What if this is serious? I think we should go-” Eddie winced. The thought of the hospital threw his stomach into another bout of nausea.

“How about this,” Richie began, “I’ll check your temperature again in an hour or so. If it isn’t any better, I’ll take you to the doctor. For now, though, I think it’s alright if we stay here. Just you and me. How does that sound?”

Eddie nodded weakly and reached his arms toward Richie.

“Yeah?” Richie whispered, climbing back into bed. “Do you just want to be held?” Eddie nodded again, a whimper escaping his throat. “Okay, why don’t you drink a bit more water for me and then you can try going back to sleep.”

Eddie obediently took some small, cautious sips before returning the glass to its place by the bed.

“Good job, baby. Now try and get some rest.” Eddie drifted off before he was even finished closing his eyes, but his husband remained awake, holding him close as he shivered through the sunrise.

…

It was only when he felt Richie’s lips on his forehead again that his eyes fluttered open.

“Hi,” Eddie smiled though his head was pounding and his body ached.

“Hi,” Richie pulled his love back into his arms. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Mmm-hm.”

“Good. Do you think you could eat anything right now? Crackers maybe?”

Eddie stifled a gag. “Definitely not,” he confessed.

“I didn’t think so. That’s alright. We’ll try and get something on your stomach in a little bit. How about we just take your temperature for right now?” Richie swallowed as he asked the question, praying the fever had gone down. What if it had gotten higher? Eddie would freak. His poor Eddie.

Eddie seemed to be reading his mind as he took in a shuddering breath. “I guess we should check it again.”

Richie planted a quick kiss on Eddie’s cheek before taking the thermometer back out of the sleeve. “Okay, baby. You ready?”

Eddie parted his lips and raised his tongue. Richie winced as he watched the number on the screen climb past 101, then 102. He sighed in relief, however, once it stopped at 102.4 and the tone sounded.

“See?” Rich felt an immense weight lift from his shoulders. “You’re getting better already.”

Eddie heaved a sigh. “That’s still high,” he mumbled.

“It is,” Richie admitted, “but I’m going to take care of you. We’re going to get you better.”

Eddie rested his head on his husband’s chest, allowing Richie’s steady heartbeat to ease his own. “Okay,” he conceded. “Do you want to just go back to sleep for a little while?”

Rich chuckled as he wet the cloth again and gently dabbed his love’s forehead and cheeks. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He placed the washcloth back onto Eddie’s brow and held him tightly, wishing the roles were reversed. As terrified of germs as his Eddie was- as much as he had been through- it all fell by the wayside if Richie was sick. And though Eddie would make him see a doctor for so much as a head cold, he remained collected. All that mattered in the moment was that his love got better.

That’s what Richie would do for him now.

As Eddie turned to his side and his breathing evened, Richie covered the both of them with an extra blanket and held the cloth in place on his forehead so the boy he loved would sleep soundly.

[thegreatwhiteferret]

HELLO I AM READY FOR MY EDDIE ROUTINE I AM READY TO READ IT EVERY DAY AND CRY 💖💖💖💖💖

Well, my dear Elle. I’m still working on the story, but I guess I could give you just a little bit… (not of the actual routine though, because honestly I couldn’t decide what part of their eight step beauty routine to pick, so that you will have to wait for 😂😂😂) “Is it Daddy and Delia time now?” She asked, quirking her eyebrow at him. She looked so much like Richie when she did that. Eddie let out a small laugh at the face she was pulling and nodded. She turned on her heal and headed out of her room and he followed after her. 

They tiptoed through the master bedroom, careful not to wake the bear. No one wanted to deal with that mess this early in the morning, especially not without a large quantity of coffee and sugar. Eddie closed the door to the bathroom behind him, and set Delia’s clothes on the dressing table outside of his closet, then joined her at the sink. She pulled out her step stool and climbed up so that she could see her reflection in the mirror. Eddie smiled at her through the reflective surface. 

Daddy and Delia time was their morning routine. Eddie had started her young, back when she was just a toddler with some good skincare habits, and now every morning they stood side by side and went through their full regime. Richie teased Eddie endlessly about it, telling him that a seven year old did not need to be so uptight about their skincare, but Delia enjoyed it and none of the products would harm her skin. So every morning before he woke Delia up, he set up all of the things that they would need for their little morning ritual. 

There you go, Love. Hopefully you don’t hate it and it will tide you over until I can finish the whole story later today. The full beauty routine is sooooooo long, but cute? It’s so fluffy that I don’t even know what to do!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[themarvel-spnmultifanwriter]

OKAY LISTEN UP. If you don't have ideas yet or just for next time:

Reddie okay? And they are hanging out in their bunker and and they would be in the hammock and they would already be together it would be just pure fluff with mom jokes cuz that's what your bubs love. They idk can go through comics together or smth just fluffy rainbow reddie

Sureee thanks for the request!

Still mad? - Reddie

Pairing: Eddie x Richie

Warnings: fluff, fight, kissing

Word Count: 958

I was in the bunker with Eddie. Stan had to help his dad with something, Mike was working, Bill was doing homework and Ben and Beverly were doing a school project together. So there was only me and Eddie. I didn't mind tho.

I loved spending time with my boyfriend. Since we started dating a few weeks ago we've been hanging out a lot alone in the bunker. Only the others from the loser club knew about our relationship and they gave us private time.

Eddie had brought some new comics which we were reading. We laid in the hammock and my head rested on Eddie's shoulder while he turned the pages. Eddie turned to page five and on the middle of the page was a fat green monster.

"Ha look it's needing a bigger underwear than your mom," I said and pointed at the monster. "But it's as slimy and stinky as her" The monster was green with slime, similar to a slug and looked disgusting.

"Can you stop it please?" Eddie asked slightly annoyed. I smirked at him. I wasn't going to stop.

"It's also as ugly as her. I'm pretty sure they'll both die virgins"

"That's not even possible. How could I live if she was a virgin?" Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Easy! She wanted to make friends with a woman who had you as new born but because of the earthquake she made while running the woman panicked and ran away. So she adopted you out of mercy" I laughed.

"Just shut up" Eddie turned back to the comic, but I ripped it out of his hands.

"Just admit it you like my jokes. They're funny, " I said and Eddie tried not to smile but I could see the corner of his mouth moving up. "It's almost as funny as watching your mom walk. Like an oversize fat penguin" I stood up and immitated Eddie's mom's walking. Eddie laughed as he sat up on the hammock.

"You're an idiot Richie"

"Yeah maybe..." I started and took Eddie's hands. "...but I'm your idiot"

I looked Eddie in the eyes. He grabbed my hands tighter and pulled me close to him. Then, he pressed his lips on mine. These soft sweet lips that are only willing to touch mine. They tasted sweet as always with a touch of peppermint.

Eddie pulled away after some time and smiled. I fixed my glasses who had moved a little throughout the kiss.

"Now give me the comic back," Eddie said and tried to reach the comic but I moved my arm so he couldn't reach it.

"Make me" I said and laughed.

"Seriously give it back Richie!" Eddie said and we began to fight a little. "Richie, you are breaking it! These cost money give it back!!"

After some time, eventually he reached the comic. He laid back on the hammock, mad, and when I wanted to lay down next to him he pushed me away.

"Oh come on Eddie," I said but he wouldn't let me sit next to him.

"I'm mad at you. Just let me finish the comic peacefully," he said and didn't pay further attention to me.

I looked around in the bunker. I was already bored and wanted Eddie to give me attention. I saw insect on the floor and picked it up with a smirk. I went over to Eddie.

"Would it cheer you up if I gave you this" I said and put the insect inside Eddie's shirt. He jumped off the hammock and started screaming.

"Pull it out! Get it out! Ahhhhh! Get this off me!!" he screamed. I couldn't help it but started laughing loud, it was hard to breath.

"You should've seen your face!" I said when Eddie pulled the insect out of his shirt.

"Are you crazy?! Do you know how many sicknesses these carry. Worse! How many Diseases!!"

"Just chill you find these on all streets. Kids play with them every day. You won't die from them"

"I don't think you can judge that!"

"I'm sorry okay" I said and wanted to hug Eddie, but pushed me away.

I figured it would be best to let him calm down for a while, even though it was hard not to annoy him in some way. After he finished the comic I asked: "Are you still mad?"

"Yes" Eddie said angry.

"It was a joke jes-"

"A joke?" Eddie jumped off the hammock and went to me. "just a joke?! These insects carry diseases! You could make me sick by that? Is that a joke to you?! How broken is your humour?! Besides, if my mom knew that we are here and that insects touched me she'd kill me! Do you even know-" Eddie said but before he could finish his sentence I grabbed his face and pressed my lips on his.

"Don't worry I'll protect you from any harm," I whispered after I pulled a few inches away, just enough speak, but yet incredible close.

Eddie looked at me for a second deciding if whether or not he should stay mad or give in and kiss me back. He chose the second option and grabbed my face too. His lips were pressed on mine and stood like this for a few seconds before we had to catch air. The kiss was more passionate and longer than any other we shared. It took away my breath for a few seconds Eddie stood there for a while and just stared at me after we had pulled away.

"I- I'm s-still mad at you"

"Shut up your not" I punched Eddie's arm before I pulled him close to me on the hammock where we cuddled for the rest of the day.

[toyboy-molloy]

reddie + kids

“Have you ever thought about having kids?”

Richie glanced at Eddie, watching him fiddle absently with the cigarette they were sharing. It was a glorious summer night in ‘93 and the two of them were sitting on the roof of Richie’s newly acquired car, enjoying their last few days before college. Richie took the cigarette back, taking a long drag as he considered the question.

“What, like, babies, screaming, dirty diapers, runny noses, attitude and temper tantrums? No way.”

Eddie chuckled, titling his head back to look at the stars, “yeah. And the germs,” he shuddered dramatically, shaking his head dismissively, “I wouldn’t make a very good dad.”

“Are you kidding?” Richie’s tone of voice caused Eddie to look at him. He looked shocked, the cigarette hanging neglected from his fingers, “you’d be a great dad,” when Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes, Richie flicked away the cigarette and added, “I mean it, Eds. I can picture you wearing one of those baby backpack things, singing them a little song, waiting for your husband to finish work?”

“Whoa, why am I the stay-at-home mom? What is this, the 1950s?”

He wasn’t actually pissed, more playfully teasing, but Richie still shrugged, smirking himself, “being a big time comedian pays more than whatever you’re gonna do, dude.”

“A doctor?” Eddie said pointedly, folding his arms as Richie scratched his chin thoughtfully. Finally, he sighed.

“Okay, I’ll stay at home with the kid,” he stared off into the distance, imagining the fake scenario they’d created. A slight smile spread across Richie’s face, “we can learn to bake together. You know, cakes and stuff. And maybe we’ll have matching dad/kid aprons.”

Eddie groaned theatrically, running a hand over his face, “God, I’m gonna come home to a filthy kitchen every night.”

“Nah, we’ll clean up, Spaghetti, don’t you worry,” Richie winked playfully, even if he wasn’t sure if this was still pretend or not, “I’ll even rock baby to sleep early so we can spend the rest of the night together.”

Eddie looked at Richie properly, unable to stop the soft smile from settling on his face. Their fake life was so wonderfully domestic, he couldn’t help but long for it. It was perfect. He shuffled closer to Richie, instinctively resting his head on his shoulder. Richie wound an arm around him, holding him in place protectively.

“That sounds nice,” Eddie murmured into the night. In a few days, they’d be in separate states, furthering their education. He didn’t want to think about that right now. He looked up at Richie, “I’m gonna miss you, Rich.”

“Eds, I’m not gonna give you a chance to miss me,” he declared dramatically, kissing the top of Eddie’s head briefly, “seriously, you’re gonna be fucking sick of me.”

He wished he could record the sound of Eddie’s laughter and take it with him everywhere, just to keep him sane. It wasn’t going to be easy, but they were going to get through this.

-

Going on tour was getting harder and harder every year. He missed his small family terribly but he knew it wouldn’t be long before he saw them again. Richie carried their photo around in his pocket on stage; they were never far from him. He wrapped a day earlier than expected and was on a flight home before Steve could even congratulate him. He refrained from texting Eddie, wanting to surprise him. Only a few more hours and he’d be home.

The lights were on despite it being very late. He stepped onto the porch and quietly opened the front door; the lounge was empty and Richie could hear voices coming from upstairs. He tiptoed inside and dropped his bag by the door, gently creeping upstairs. He could hear Eddie gently speaking to their two children.

“You can’t stay up until daddy gets home, April,” he was saying to their six-year-old, trying to tuck her into bed, “you’ve marked the calendar, haven’t you? That means only one more sleep and he’ll be home.”

“I miss Daddy,” she pouted, snuggling her fluffy toy rabbit. She was rubbing her tired eyes with her fists, determined to stay awake. Richie peered down the hall, knowing it was likely her little brother, Harry, was already asleep. Eddie smiled.

“I miss him, too. One more sleep,” he kissed her forehead, “love you, sweetie.”

“Love you, dada,” she said through a yawn, already closing her eyes against her will. Eddie switched off her light and closed her door. He almost jumped a mile when he heard a voice behind him.

"Do I get one, too, Mr. T?”

To his credit, Eddie managed not to squeal but he did throw himself at Richie, circling his arms around him in happiness. How they didn’t tumble down the stairs, he didn’t know but Richie wasn’t about to let his husband go. When Eddie finally did pull back, he was wiping away tears of happiness.

"When you call me that, I feel like I’m in the fucking A-Team.”

"What about the D-Team?” He replied with a flirtatious smirk. Eddie just rolled his eyes, leading him along to their bedroom to avoid waking the kids.

“I still can’t believe you get paid to make jokes,” he hugged Richie properly, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth, melting into the touch, “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. And the kids.”

"They’re gonna be so happy to see you.”

Richie kissed Eddie properly, resting his forehead against his, “I can’t wait. But right now, I just want to hold you.”

Before long, they were cuddled up in bed, fingers entwined and whispering nothings to each other. In the morning, Richie would be rudely awaken by a happy little girl who’d spotted his tour bag in the doorway, leaping on the bed and refusing to let go of him. But for now, he just held the love of his life in the peaceful silence, knowing he was the luckiest man in the world.

[vvanini]

Richie and Eddie are so cute in this au 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 do they have any pets together or anything? Idk they come across as like, they would be a real domestic ass family when it came down to it y’know? Like just cuddling with their pets or Stan’s kids. Aahhhhhh I love them way too much

I'm so sorry for taking years to answer this 😭 but yes!!! they can have a dog!!! In fact i feel like they'd also have a cat that seems to like Eddie more than Richie lol. Rich probably already had a dog before Eddie moved in and then they decided to get a cat too. And taking care of Stanpat's kids? "Uncle Eddie" i'm crying. He deserves to be an uncle yes. I'll do one big it reversed au post and include domestic fluffy Reddie in it!!!!! ❤❤

[eddieeatsass]

Luck Has Nothing to Do With It

This was written as a gift for the winner of my 2K followers giveaway on tumblr! @s-onora asked for some fluffy middle-aged reddie smut with aftercare, I hope I delivered. This was incredibly fun to write and very different from most of the stuff I've put out thus far. I didn't realize how much tooth-rotting fluff could heal my soul. :') Summary: “Richie had won life’s lottery. He’s not sure how it happened, and he certainly had his fair share of bullshit before getting where he is now, but if Richie were asked in this very moment how he felt about his life, he would be confident in saying it was pretty much perfect.” Pairing: Reddie Rating: E Warnings: Smut, explicit language

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Richie had won life’s lottery. He’s not sure how it happened, and he certainly had his fair share of bullshit before getting where he is now, but if Richie were asked in this very moment how he felt about his life, he would be confident in saying it was pretty much perfect.

He’s managed to lock down a fairly satisfying career doing standup, though the world of entertainment is always a bit unsteady, he’s made enough friends in the industry that he’s found himself always having something lined up.

He owns a small house in a surprisingly suburban neighborhood. Although he’s located in the big city, he still managed to find the one area that was reminiscent of the small town he’d grown up in.

And finally, the thing that made life even worth living, is that he married his best friend, Eddie Kaspbrak.

Richie knew it was cliche; closeted gay kid has crush on best friend. But the difference between him and a cheesy romcom plot line is that it actually worked out for him. For them. Because unbeknownst to him at the time, Eddie was living the exact same platitude.

It’s not as if things fell into place right away. Richie and Eddie both had their own journeys to fulfill, and unfortunately those journeys pushed them apart for a while. Richie had accepted his sexuality long before Eddie, and it scared him off for a few years. In that time, Richie reeled as he watched Eddie get married to a woman, one as vile as his mother at that, and live a seemingly perfect life.

It took almost a decade for them to screw their heads on the right way and stop denying their life long languish. Of course they stayed in contact because of their friends, consistent in group chats, wishing each other a happy birthday on Facebook once a year, but that was about it… Until Ben and Beverly decided to get married.

That night, Eddie had admitted to Richie that weddings made bile rise up in his throat, reminded him of his own terrible ceremony and everything that had come after it. That night, they had their very first kiss. Their very first confession. It marked the beginning of everything coming together.

Now, merely five years later, Richie got to come home to Eddie every single day. He got to kiss those rounds cheeks, hear that melodic laugh, and listen to that neurotic voice whenever he wanted to, and he’s never been happier.

Today, like most days, wasn’t particularly remarkable, but Richie still strode home with a small hop to his step in anticipation of seeing Eddie. He stopped at a small flower stand on the way, picking up a bouquet of yellow roses that he knew Eddie would turn his nose up at, pivoting around quickly to hide the blush that painted his cheeks. Eddie hated gestures like that, but in the kind of way where he actually loved them.

By the time Richie got to their front door he was practically vibrating with excitement. He was a hopeless romantic who was living in his dream world; who could blame him?

As soon as Richie entered his house his senses searched for any signs of Eddie. He couldn’t see him, or hear him, but he could smell something coming from the kitchen that gave him good enough of a clue to check there first.

Toeing off his shoes, he placed them gently on the rack inside the coat closet (one of Eddie’s house rules was that Richie had to tone down his messiness to a slightly less chaotic level.) Richie rocketed down the hallway and used his now sock clad feet to slide across the linoleum floor of the kitchen, only regretting it slightly when he slid too far and his hip bone collided with the counter.

His impact was what alerted Eddie to Richie’s presence, the smaller man reacting with a jump and a small scolding of Richie’s name.

“Sorry Eds, didn’t mean to startle you.” Richie couldn’t say it with a straight face, his smile no doubt making his apology seem insincere, but he knew Eddie didn’t mind.

Richie strode forward, meeting Eddie in the middle of the kitchen and presenting the bouquet of flowers to him. As expected, Eddie scoffed and immediately moved to turn away, but Richie caught his chin and pulled him into a kiss instead. He felt Eddie melt beneath him, probably melted a bit himself if he was honest, and when he pulled away that familiar blush was there to validate him; roses were a good idea.

He placed the bouquet on the counter, making a mental note to put them in a vase as soon as he was done soaking up his boyfriend’s attention.

“Wacha making? Smells good.” Richie noted, coming up behind Eddie and wrapping his arms around his waist.

“It was supposed to be a lasagna, but it’s looking more like charred volcanic rock.”

“Mmm, I’ve always wanted to expand my taste buds.”

“Well this won’t do anything but destroy your taste buds.” Eddie admonished.

The timer rang out, signaling the end of the lasagna’s cook time. Richie peered over at their (admittedly, probably too old) oven, and back at Eddie with a cocked eyebrow. “I guess it’s time to find out.” Richie smirked.

Eddie unstuck himself from Richie and turned everything off. He grabbed the oven mitts Mike had bought them for Christmas, cute little pieces designed to look like turtles, and pulled his dish out of the oven.

He set it on the stovetop with a clunk, and Richie gathered beside him to gaze down at the very sad looking pasta dish.

Somehow it was burnt and soupey at the same time, but Eddie had put so much effort into it, so Richie still pulled a small piece of noodle off the top and popped it in his mouth.

It was hard enough to imitate uncooked pasta, and it had an ash-like taste that reminded Richie of the times Bev and him used to sneak behind their school and share a cigarette she’d smuggled from her aunt’s purse, but as he continued to chew it seemed to dissolve into goo.

But still, he smiled, cheery as ever as he gazed down at a hopeful Eddie.

“You’re gonna die from food poisoning.” Eddie said worriedly.

“In that case, can we make tonight memorable?” Richie joked, pressing himself into the slot against Eddie’s back that allowed him to rest his head on that tiny shoulder. With no response from Eddie, he nosed at his cheek and added “It wasn’t that bad”.

“Shut up.” Eddie grumbled.

“Seriously! I mean it’s no chinese food but-”

“We can’t order chinese food every night Richie.”

“How do you know? Has a man ever tested that theory?”

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly, pouting in the way he always did when trying to seem serious.

“Fine, I’ll find something else to eat then.” Richie rocked them back and forth slowly, dipping down and trailing light kisses along Eddie’s neck. “Something sexier.” Richie whispered into Eddie’s ear.

Eddie snorted, turning himself around in Richie’s arms and draping his own over Richie’s shoulders.

“My boyfriend thinks I’m sexier than lasagna, I’m flattered.”

Richie grabbed Eddie’s ass playfully, pulling him flush against his chest.

“Just wait until you hear my dirty talk.” Richie teased. They both fell into lighthearted giggles, Eddie letting himself relax into Richie’s hold. Richie moved his hands up to the small of Eddie’s back, rubbing gentle circles into the exposed skin where Eddie’s shirt had rode up.

“Well, let’s hear it then.” Eddie whispered lowly, peering up at Richie with mischief.

It didn’t take long for them to find themselves back in bed, tangled up in each other’s limbs. Richie had made good on his promise and was indulging himself in Eddie’s body, writhing into the bed for the friction he so desperately craved.

Richie loved a lot of things about Eddie; he loved the way Eddie's eyes would crinkle at the sides when he laughed, loved the small dimples in Eddie's lower back that he could trace with his fingers, loved the subtle bow in Eddie's legs that even he didn't notice, but Richie had been fixated on since they were children. So it was hard for Richie to say exactly what his favorite part of Eddie was, but it was no secret that Eddie's ass was a strong contender.

Eddie, unbeknownst to himself, was built like a god. His hips flared out into large globes that sloped down like scoops of ice cream beckoning Richie to take a bite. It drove Richie crazy, and it would probably be the cause of his (future) insanity if he wasn't able to indulge in his obsession. Luckily, Eddie liked getting his ass played with just as much as Richie liked playing with it.

Richie parted Eddie's cheeks gently, always handling him with care even in their rougher times. He got lost momentarily, staring at the pink pucker that had once been so forbidden, only allowed to be fantasized in Richie's shameful dreams. Eddie, however, was having none of Richie's preamble, and made sure Richie knew as much by pushing his hips back and whining impatiently.

Richie couldn't help but chuckle before obliging, leaning in to lick a hot stripe across Eddie's hole.

He earned an appraising moan in return. Grinning to himself, he went in for more. Eddie may have been the one receiving pleasure, but Richie got off on it just as much, if not more. He could probably cum just like this, completely untouched, just devouring Eddie's little body bit by bit. But he was only getting started.

He brought his index finger up to join his mouth, teasing Eddie's entrance with slight pressure. He alternated between his tongue and his finger, assaulting the area in waves. He'd prod at Eddie's hole with his finger while his tongue trailed up his perineum, then switch to fucking Eddie with his tongue while his hand idly worked his cock. It was a process that eventually left Eddie exactly how he wanted him: completely pliant and pleading.

Richie reached into their nightstand, easily grabbing their bottle of lubricant and bringing it to his side. He pumped it into his hand a couple times, coating his fingers generously before moving back down to his target, but a small hand stopped him.

“Rich…” Eddie started, voice wavering self consciously. Richie already knew what Eddie was gearing up to say. They’d been here many times before, but Eddie still got nervous when asking. Richie thought it was endearing that Eddie was still so shy about it.

“You wanna top?” Richie filled in the silence, making it a little easier for Eddie to get into it.

Eddie nodded, looking up at Richie through thick lashes and adding quickly “Only if you want to. I don’t mind bottoming if you’re not in the mood tonight”.

“And pass up a chance to get fucked by my literal wet dream of a man?” Richie used his lubed up hand to stroke Eddie’s cock, watching the sinful way Eddie’s eyes rolled back in his head at the extra stimulation.

Richie crowded into Eddie’s space, stilling his hand on the head of the flushed dick in his hold and only using his thumb to dip into the slit and rub through the pre-cum gathered there.

Richie was already practically in Eddie’s lap, so he took advantage of the position and splayed his legs out over Eddie’s, leaning back into the mattress with his forearm propping him up as the other snaked between his legs. He could feel the way Eddie’s thighs twitched under his own where their legs overlapped, but he stayed still, enthralled by the show Richie was about to put on.

He circled his own hole the way he did Eddie’s, only he didn’t tease himself or draw the process out like he would on his boyfriend. No, instead, he wasted no time in pushing one finger into himself straight up to the knuckle.

He heard Eddie’s shaky exhale and was empowered to continue. Richie wasn’t a stranger to this feeling; even when he topped Eddie usually had a finger in him, and Richie often played with himself while masturbating. However, he didn’t normally move this fast... but then again he didn’t normally have the promise of his boyfriend’s dick in his ass so today wasn’t a normal day.

Richie rocked down on his finger, relishing in the mild stretch. He continued to hump into his hand until he felt ready to add another finger, and that’s where he began to lose control.

The second finger felt mind-numbing, stirring up Richie’s consciousness until it was putty, his brain losing control only second to the feeling of pleasure he was chasing. He scissored his fingers, trying to open himself up as quickly as possible while still respecting his body’s limits.

“I love seeing you like this…” Eddie whispered, quiet enough that Richie wondered if he even meant to say it aloud.

“Yeah?” Richie goaded, spreading his legs a little bit further. “Like seeing me open myself up for you, baby?”

Eddie nodded, swallowing audibly in a way that made his adam's apple bob. Richie suddenly wanted to leave marks all over it.

“Come here.” Richie reached for Eddie's neck, pulling him down on top of him and going straight for that tantalizing neck. Richie’s legs ended up pushed up against his chest, a position that was sure to leave him with back issues in the morning, but for the moment it felt deliciously provocative.

As Richie marked Eddie up, he felt another hand join his own, teasing around his rim and making it very hard for him to concentrate on the hickies he was leaving. Before the fog could clear from his mind, Eddie was swatting Richie’s hand away, replacing it with three fingers of his own.

Richie cried out into Eddie’s collarbone, petering off into a wanton moan as the feeling of being split open traveled up his cock and down his legs. Eddie’s fingers were so much better than his own, working him open with precision that came from years of doing it to himself.

And then Eddie found his prostate, and Richie was pretty sure it was a self destruct button that caused the rest of his functioning brain to melt into sludge and pour out his ears.

He was gone, absolutely and completely subservient to Eddie’s touch. He could hear himself babbling, but wasn’t aware of what was coming out of his mouth. If he had to guess, it was probably garbled praise. Richie never could hold himself back from telling Eddie how good he made Richie feel.

“Please, Richie-” Eddie was breathing hard, his fingers moving double time inside Richie’s quickly stiffening body.

“Get your fucking cock in my ass now.” Richie ground out between clenched teeth.

Eddie replaced his fingers with his slicked up cock, moving the hand that had wound Richie up so tight to his hypersensitive dick. The touch made Richie hiss, but his jaw quickly fell open as Eddie pushed in, holding Richie tight at the base to keep him from cumming prematurely.

They both shuttered, a moment of pure bliss enveloping them. Eddie finally looked up to meet Richie’s eyes, want and hunger meeting love and devotion. Richie pulled him down into a searing kiss, moaning into Eddie’s mouth when he started moving his hips.

“You feel so good.” Eddie slurred against Richie’s lips. “So warm and tight, fuck Richie.”

Eddie was the perfect size to fill Richie up and hit all the right places. Each thrust let his cock rub up at a different angle, stimulating every nerve from Richie’s rim all the way up to his prostate. The sensation drove him wild, but what would be the death of him was the way Eddie looked hunched over him.

He could still see features of that young boy he fell in love with; the button of his nose, those big doe eyes, thin pink lips, and freckles that had no business being as cute as they were. But while Eddie had retained his cuteness factor, he’d also grown to be incredibly sexy. His chin had broadened, jaw getting stronger and cheekbones more defined. The loss of his baby fat had revealed new things for Richie to obsess over, and when he was leaning over Richie like this, sweat collected on his furrowed brow and tongue caught between his lips, Richie had a hard time keeping his obsessions at bay.

“How are you so fucking beautiful?” Richie murmured, not expecting a response.

Eddie picked up his pace, spurred on by Richie’s words. Richie had promised Eddie dirty talk, and he planned to deliver, no matter how difficult it was to form words while Eddie worked him towards orgasm.

“I love watching your cock slide into me, ahhhh, love the way you stretch me out.”

“God, Rich-” Eddie’s breath was speeding up, his pants becoming quicker with every thrust.

“Look at how well you work me over.”

Eddie’s eyes were screwed shut, his nostrils flared as he tried to slow himself down, but Richie didn’t want that. Richie wanted to watch Eddie come undone inside him.

“Look.” Richie repeated more insistently, squeezing Eddie’s thigh.

Eddie’s eyes popped open and immediately honed in on the spot where they were connected. He shuttered reflexively, a drawn out moan escaping him.

“Rich- I’m gonna cum, please-”

Richie snaked his hand down to his cock and began jerking it with abandon, giving Eddie the nod to let go.

Barely a few thrusts later and Eddie was emptying into Richie. He continued to pound into him even when his body went taut, moving through the stiffness to bring Richie to his own release.

The stimulation was overwhelming, Richie could feel the press of Eddie’s cock hammering into his prostate, the slide of his hand over his own cock, but what finally sent him over the edge was the feeling of Eddie’s cum seeping out of his hole as Eddie continued ramming into him.

Richie came with a quiet scream, his back arching as he tried to both get away from the feeling and get impossibly closer at the same time. He was wracked with emotion, tears flowing freely and a sob escaping him as he came down hard from the rush of endorphins.

Eddie pulled out of Richie, quickly crawling into his arms and shushing him with a soothing voice.

It wasn’t uncommon for Richie to cry after sex, so Eddie continued doing what he always did; staying close and making sure Richie knew he was there. Light touches, gentle whispers, anything to remind Richie that it was okay to feel overwhelmed.

It took a couple minutes for Richie to calm down, but his sobs slowly turned into sniffles and his arms eventually wrapped around Eddie.

“Have I told you I love you yet today?” Richie asked quietly, a dopey smile on his face.

“Three times this morning, twice at lunch, and once during downtime after your show.” Eddie counted off teasingly.

“Keeping track?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, burying his face back into Richie’s chest.

“I just like hearing it.” Eddie defended, voice half muffled.

“I like saying it.” Richie responded assuredly, placing a kiss atop the pillowy curls below him.

“I love you too.” Eddie murmured, the words coming out in a sigh of contentment.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” Richie whispered, his chest heavy with happiness.

“Luck has nothing to do with it; we were always going to end up together.”

[theres-a-goldensky]

16 + 2 Reddie Fic Recs pt. 2

I’m back and still on my Bill Hader bullshit, so here’s another round of Reddie fic recs, because I can’t stop reading and sometimes sifting through the insane amounts of fic is a nightmare. So if you feel my pain and need some (at least in my opinion) fun stories, then come along with me on a magical journey filled with men crying during sex, hypochondria, and your mom jokes.

As ever, feel free to reblog and check out my other rec lists for the following fandoms:

IT chapter 2 list part one - Reddie

Good Omens fic 

The Untamed list one and two - various pairings, mostly Wangxian

Various BL Series fic (fandoms: Love By Chance, TharnType, 2Moons series, My Engineer, Until We Meet Again, 2gether, History3: Trapped)

Or just head over to my bookmarks on AO3.

All my recs are completed, almost all of them are post-It chapter 2. * - denotes a favorite

1. I killed a clown. AMA! by liesmyth - ~10,000 words, teen - The history of Eddie and Myra’s marriage shown through their posts on reddit. The voices here are great, and it really feels like reading the reddit forums, down to the people sleuthing through their past posts and comments to try and figure out if what they’re saying is real or an elaborate troll.

 r/relationships

Posted by u/martymcfly6xo 7 months ago

 My (39F) husband (39M) likes horrible stand-up comedy. How can I stop him from bringing this up in front of our mutual friends?

For the last year or so my husband has been watching a lot of stand-up comedy on youtube. I want him to have something relaxing to do (he works a lot and gets really invested in his ‘hands-on’ hobbies in a way I’m not sure is good for him) but I was very puzzled by this discovery as he likes very crass acts and that is certainly not the kind of humor hubby usually enjoys...

2. all of the kids back home believing much more than you do by eatcheeseliveforever - ~11,000 words, explicit - This is a fix-it fic, which is becoming more and more rare in this fandom as we collectively started deciding that Eddie Kaspbrak doesn’t need to be brought back to live, because he never died in the first place, dammit. It has some great pining by Richie. You can really feel his grief and desperation as he searches for a way to get Eddie back. The other Losers are great in this too, especially Mike with his whales.

"A boat, actually," murmured Mike.  "I'm on a whale-watching cruise."

Richie mouthed the words "whale watching cruise" to himself.  Empirically he knew such things existed, that they happened not far away from the coast where he lived, but it felt like several fucking galaxies away from where he was, surrounded by the ghosts of takeouts and blackouts past and the actual ghost-ghosts, who he couldn't step in or stub his toe on at three in the morning, but hurt so much worse.

"He said you've been googling resurrection rituals."

Richie scrounged through his pile of empties, hoping one wasn't.  "Bill talks too much."

"Richie."  A sigh, or a wave, or a really quiet whale.  "You're not going to find a resurrection ritual on Google."

"I've found hundreds," said Richie.  "Funny thing, though, they all seem to call for orgies.  Or virgin sacrifices.  Or sacrificing someone's virginity in an orgy.  I'm hoping Ben will volunteer as tribute."

3. * - you’ve got the answers to my confessions by QueerOnTilMorning - ~17,000 words, explicit - This is the good stuff right here. Richie accidentally sexts Eddie and Eddie is IN. TO. IT. This fic starts with excellent phone sex, there’s misunderstandings and confessions in the middle, and then it ends with super hot sex. There’s a brief part with karaoke that was a bit of a lull in the story, but doesn’t take away from how great the rest is.

     suck on ur tongue  

     show u how much I missd that mouth  

     when u start getting weak in the knees  

     thats when ill get on mine  

 He set the phone aside to unzip his pants, palming himself through his boxers, already half-hard.

 Then he froze.

 The text he had just replied to--it was what he'd expected Travis to say, but it wasn't how Travis would say it. That text began with a capital letter and contained punctuation. That text was from--

 "Oh, fuck, no," Richie whispered, and his phone rang.

 Incoming call: Eds

4. * -  L'Appel du Vide by Mackem - ~92,000 words, teen - I know, I know, almost 100k and no sex, but hear me out! The pining in this fic is so exquisitely beautiful and wrenching. Eddie’s POV is excellent and feels really spot on. The other Losers are well represented, especially Ben and Bev. In fact, the group dynamics here are almost as good as the relationship stuff. The later chapters bring in a subplot about the deadlights that I wasn’t that interested in, but it’s still done really, really well, and that’s only a side plot that doesn’t impact that exceptional story of Eddie and Richie figuring out how to stop being dummies.

Two messages, however, are from Stanley, sent to him privately. He opens them, and is met with a picture of Richie, apparently taken without him realising.

It shows him laughing, his eyes crinkled at the corners behind his glasses, and his smile bright and broad as a hand gestures wildly in the air. The other hand is in his hair, pushing it out of his eyes as he tilts his head back, displaying the line of his throat beneath his stubble.

The breath is punched from Eddie at the sight of it.

He stares at it for a long moment, surprised by the depth of his reaction. His stomach is swirling happily, a bubble of excitement growing at the pit, and he cannot help but feel a heated flush build at his cheeks.

It’s probably just because Richie looks like he’s enjoying himself. It’s good to see his friend having fun. That has to be it.

Then he reads Stan’s message.

Stan: He was talking about you. He does that a lot.

5. my love a beacon in the night - by zach_stone - ~4500 words, explicit - Richie is on the road doing shows through Christmas. His friends have a surprise for him. I know it’s almost Valentine’s Day, but it’s never the wrong time for a fluffy Christmas story imo.

 “Yep, just got to my hotel,” Richie says. “Now I’m getting ready for my big Christmas Eve plans.”

 Eddie snorts. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

 “Well according to my TV guide, they’re doing a rerun of The Mistletoe Promise, so I’m all fuckin’ set,” Richie says, grinning when Eddie laughs. On Eddie’s end of the line, he hears the sound of cars passing by, the muffled chatter of people, and says, “Are you outside?”

 “Huh? Oh, yeah,” Eddie says.

 Richie glances at the clock on the nightstand. It’s after ten; Eddie’s not one to be wandering around Times Square after dark. He frowns slightly. Eddie’s been unusually vague about his holiday plans, so Richie has no clue what he’s up to this evening. Not that it’s any of his business. Maybe he’s started seeing someone and is spending the holidays with them. Richie has a sudden image of Eddie, arm-in-arm with some generically pretty woman, taking in the lights and decorations around the city. It opens a pit in his stomach.

6. Coming Back and Coming Out: Richie Tozier's 2019 by Lunatical - ~2000 words, teen - I genuinely adore the mixed media fics that this fandom has spawned. This one is an excerpt from a magazine interview with Richie as he restarts his career.

Slouched on his couch in a cheesy Hawaiian shirt and torn-up jeans, Richie Tozier looks exactly like the manchild he is describing himself to be. Next to him, sitting up straight and dressed in a lovely suit that most people would consider appropriate for an interview, his husband rolls his eyes.

When we scheduled this interview, Tozier insisted we hold it at their house, citing a desire for the interview to be “as chill as possible”—in his own words, of course. He argued that seeing the two of them in their usual environment would help me get a better idea of the kind of relationship they have. After walking into their apartment and seeing the way they’ve decorated the place, I have to admit that I can understand why.

7. baby, there’s no other superstar by kaspbrakziers - ~7000 words, mature - Another mixed media fic that shows the progression of Richie and Eddie’s relationship and Richie’s career through tweets, texts, and interviews. Eddie not knowing how to turn off the capslock on his phone absolutely sent me.

Search history

Today Sunday, 13 November 2016

should i get a divorce? - Google Search

Unhappily Married: Should I get a divorce? - Yahoo Answers

10 Signs Your Marriage Is Over - Buzzfeed

how to divorce? - Google Search

How To File For Divorce (With Pictures) - wikiHow

how to divorce someone without them getting angry? – Google Search

can you divorce someone without telling them? - Google Search

8. Goes on Trips for the Scenery by InkandOwl - ~4500 words, teen - Eddie dies and then comes back to life and tries to get some perspective. I liked the conversations between Eddie and Richie and then way that Eddie starts to take care of himself. The end is really sweet.

If cosmic power and a literal alien space clown’s death wasn’t going to bring him back to life, Eddie was certain that the terrible pain of hearing Richie beg, his tears dropping onto Eddie’s face, probably would’ve done it. He feels sick just thinking about it. About what it all means. “Yeah, Rich, I will.” He could throw a jab at him, tell him something about eating like an adult for once, but he wants to be easy with him right now. Richie deserves it. “You’ll text, right?”

Richie looks down at the prepaid cricket phone in Eddie’s hand and laughs, “There’s no fucking way that thing gets texts.”

“It does.” Eddie grins, “You could call too.”

The fight drains from Richie, his shoulder slumping and he sighs, “Yeah, Eds, I’ll call.”

9. cause i'm about to blow that back out by thotgreeves - ~5000 words, explicit - Here, have some porn. Eddie wears lingerie and Richie loses his goddamn mind. Features submissive top Richie and his unending boner for Eddie.

Richie really should have learnt to never underestimate Eddie Kaspbrak by now. It had come close to killing Richie once, but Eddie might actually be trying to finish him off.

Because the other perk of always letting Eddie go ahead of him was that it gave Richie a prime view of Eddie's ass. Eddie knew about this part and was okay with it. He was wearing a high-waisted pair of slacks that Richie was pretty sure came from the women's section, slightly loose in the legs but nicely filled out by his ass. Richie had been very vocal in the past about how hot they got him, which signaled that Eddie definitely wanted to have sex tonight, and that was already enough to make Richie's dick twitch in excitement. He hadn't been prepared for the finishing blow.

Richie's eyes were fixed, pendulum-like, on how Eddie's slacks were hugging his butt perfectly with every step he took, tight enough to show off the outline of his underwear. Only the folds didn't sit where Richie had expected them to. Instead, Richie realized, his mouth going dry, that in the absence of boxers, there was only a V-shaped crease running from Eddie's hips to between his asscheeks, which could only mean-

Eddie was wearing a thong.

10. * - I’ll Be Homo For Christmas by Amuly - ~15,000 words, explicit - Bill and Audra get a divorce, so Bill moves into Richie’s house with him. Eddie, watching all of this from New York, where he’s still married to Myra, is super, super ok and fine with it in every way.

Except then Richie started posting.

Just stupid shit, mostly with Bill. It wasn’t even real. Eddie knew Bill wasn’t gay and him and Richie were just fucking around ‘for the ���gram!’ But the more posts Eddie scrolled past on Richie’s Instagram—

 Bill in the kitchen swatting at Richie with a spatula.

 Richie and Bill at the pound, Richie rating dogs on adoptability, Richie begging Bill to adopt a dog with him.

 Richie in the morning with bedhead, smiling blearily into the camera as Bill…

Well. Eddie couldn’t even remember what stupid thing Bill was supposed to be doing in the background of that photo because his eyes couldn’t get past Richie’s bedhead and shirtless torso, chest hairs creeping up towards his collarbones and the little dip at the base of his throat.

Eddie hadn’t thought he was homophobic. But he must have some unresolved issues with it, because he got a stomachache every time he looked at that photo of Richie. Eddie popped a Tums and resolved to talk about it with his therapist.

11. A High-Five is a Hug You Can Hit by Amuly - ~26,000 words, explicit - This fic shows us times throughout their friendship when Eddie and Richie would invent reasons to touch each other without even knowing why. This author feels the same bone deep conviction about Richie crying during sex that I do, and I greatly appreciate that. Plus, all of their stories are fantastic, including this one.

“You know, one of the symptoms of hypothermia is feeling like you’re warm. So like, your body gets so cold that it gets hot, and then you start taking off your clothes-”

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Eddie?” Richie shot back at him without turning around.

“Why don’t you ask your sister how much she liked it last week!” Eddie hollered up at him. Richie just flipped him off without looking. That kinda… bugged Eddie. What the fuck did Richie think he was doing leading up the group with Bill? Why was he stuck back here with Stan? Eddie glanced over at Stan, who was trudging tiredly through the woods alongside him, breath puffing out in little clouds of smoke.

“Okay, Stan?”

Stan glanced over at him, confused. Then he shrugged. “Yeah, fine. Cold.”

“Well that’s better than feeling warm.” And now Eddie was back on track. “Because, if anyone starts feeling warm, they should tell the others immediately. That’s a sign of hypothermia. And we have to warm you up. But you have to do it gradually, you can’t just jump in like, a pot of boiling water-”

12. * - fall apart of stay intact by kaspbrak_kid - ~19,000 words, teen - A more melancholy take on the Christmas fic. This story takes Richie’s self-esteem issues and mental problems and amps them up in a way that feels entirely realistic. The gang comes together to celebrate Christmas, and everyone is walking on eggshells because last Christmas was a bad one for Richie. Also, Eddie moves into the house literally right next to Richie’s, and I find that detail endlessly charming.

“Five minutes ago. I called you, and you didn’t answer. Because you were outside, apparently, fucking...stargazing in December! With no hat on!”

“It’s about the Vitamin D!” Richie says. Now that he’s moved a little, he can really feel the cold—his ears are aching, and his face is numb. “Reflecting off the moon, or something. I have seasonal depression, you know!”

“You have seasonal stupidity,” Eddie mutters, audibly rubbing his hands together. “Just get inside.”

“Yours or mine?” Richie jokes.

Eddie doesn’t get the memo. “Mine, obviously. I’ll make you hot chocolate.”

“Oh,” Richie says, and sits up. “Um. Okay, be right there.”

“Oh, thank god,” Eddie says, and hightails it to his back door, cursing about the cold.

13. evidence of a happier future by lagaudiere - 23,000 words, mature - I am here, leading the Jealous!Eddie revolution. Why aren’t there more fics about this. Have you SEEN Eddie Kaspbrak, can you IMAGINE him jealous? Make this happen, fandom. Anyway, in this one, Richie has a boyfriend back in LA. Eddie has trouble dealing with that as he tries to figure himself out and pick up the pieces of his life post-Derry.

“It’s not gonna be like Mike’s announcement, don’t worry,” Richie says hastily. “And it’s not like, a huge thing, so don’t make it a huge thing. But you guys are like, my best friends, and I just wanted you to know that I’m, uh. Gay.”

He turns up his palms and raises his eyebrows in a gesture that suggests a magician presenting his audience with an empty hat after making the rabbit disappear, and Eddie says, “Are you joking?”

“What? Jesus, no, Eddie.” Richie’s face falls, and Eddie instantly feels guilty. “I’m trying to be sincere here.”

“Sorry,” Eddie says immediately, feeling all of their friends looking at him with reproach. “I was just — if you weren’t, I wouldn’t think you should… joke about it.”

“Well, I am,” Richie says. He sounds slightly put out — and who wouldn’t be, Eddie scolds himself, by that ridiculous response. “I have all the gay credientials. I have a boyfriend, partner, whatever people say. I don’t really tell people because of the whole, stage persona, thing. But yeah.”

“Richie!” Bev’s voice breaks through the awkwardness, and she reaches across the table to squeeze his hand. “Thank you for telling us. Really.”

And the others all join in, a chorus of voices telling Richie they love him and they’re proud of him, and Ben is saying, “I wanna see a picture of the guy!” and Eddie’s throat feels like it’s closing up.

14. The ‘Do Not Fucking Touch Me’ Tour by MellytheHun - ~23,000 words, explicit - It’s Richie’s comeback special, and he makes it a big one. This...isn’t really a comedy show, but the author lampshades that. It’s an excuse to have Richie talk about how much he loves each of his friends individually, and it’s extremely entertaining. Richie doesn’t know that Eddie is in the audience watching it all.

“Hey, uhm… Eddie… he couldn’t reschedule his thing? He - I mean... it… it was really that important?”

She feels awful for him immediately, but not wanting to spoil what would ultimately be a lovely surprise, she tells him, “I’m sorry, Rich. He said it was urgent. He was really sorry about it.”

Her phone buzzes with a text from Eddie right as Richie curses under his breath, missing the noise. She clutches her phone more tightly in her fist, knowing Eddie is wondering where his seat is going to be; she bought him a separate ticket, elsewhere in the theatre, so Richie wouldn’t catch him sitting among them, as he will absolutely, inevitably look over to the Losers for most of the show.

“Okay,” Richie surrenders sadly, “Uh - I guess he’ll see it eventually, right?”

Smiling forlornly at him, she pats his arm, and tells him, “don’t worry, Richie. Your genius will inevitably be forced upon us all.”

He smiles at her, gives her a kiss on the cheek, and when Bill jokingly asks why he didn’t get one, Richie flips him off, and reminds them to treat themselves to the bar in the lobby.

Once he’s backstage, Beverly takes her phone out, and emails Eddie his ticket, explains that she’s already convinced Richie he’s not coming, and to make sure he doesn’t show up too early, or Richie will notice.

15. The List by cissues - ~7000 words, teen - Eddie finds a list he wrote as a teenager. Richie tries his best to fulfill them all. This is very sweet.

‘ All the things I want. Everything I’m not allowed to have. A perfect summer. ”

The words hit gentler than he thought they would, but they still hit and he finds himself blinking away at a wetness at the corner of his eye. He wipes at it and sniffles and Richie peers sidelong at him to make sure he’s okay. He is, he’s fine, and Richie never dotes on him when things are, generally, okay. Only when he needs it, which is one of the many things he loves about what they have now.

“This is… this is like a fucking  bucket list  for the most repressed child in the world.” Richie says, breathless.

Eddie rolls his eyes to hide the sting. “You’re looking at him,” he says, bitter. Richie frowns at him but turns back to the paper. Another thing Eddie loves, Richie never takes his trauma-induced bait. His knee-jerk reactions developed over years of what he’s now comfortable enough to call abuse.

16. Richie Tozier Answers the Web's Most Searched Questions by DeadpanMage - ~2000 words, teen - This is a short one, but the transcript of this popular YT video format with Richie felt spot on in terms of characterization and Richie’s voice.

[Back to the text screen: “So WIRED asked Richie Tozier some of the internet’s burning questions.” Cut back to Richie, now holding a poster board with several Google autocomplete searches half covered.]

Richie: I’ve undergone something of a rebranding in the past year, so I wonder how many of these questions are going to be super irrelevant-slash-embarrassing. Probably all of them. Let’s get started! [He tears the covering off of the first question.] Alright, that’s not bad. “How to pronounce Richie Tozier?” Well, we’re only on question one and I’ve already said it like a hundred times so there you go. And that’s “Richie Tozier” spelled J-O-H-N M-U-L-A-N-E-Y, so if you’ve got any complaints be sure to send them that way. Next question!

You can check out a larger list of stories I’ve enjoyed in my AO3 bookmarks. And finally, if you’re interested, here are the two fics I’ve written:

1. Waiting For a Sign - ~6000 words, explicit - Eddie meets Richie again and comes to the startling realization that he totally wants to hit that.

Maybe if Richie wasn’t famous, Eddie could have found a way to let it go. A couple furtive jerk off sessions in the shower after he got back to New York and the image of Richie’s big hands and wide smile and improbably flattering stubble would fade from his mind.

But Richie was famous, and the internet never forgot.

Eddie lasted three days before giving in and typing ‘Richie Tozier’ into the YouTube search bar. Just seeing Richie in the thumbnails was enough to make Eddie’s heart thud, what the fuck. He had to scroll past a bunch of news videos about Richie's supposed mental breakdown, but after that he landed on some old stand-up.

Before he clicked on the first video, he got up and made sure that the door of his study was locked. Then he turned off the lights and put on a pair of earbuds.

Fake It ‘Til You Make It - ~21,000 words, explicit - It’s that totally relatable situation where the man you’re secretly in love with is a celebrity who just came out and now needs a fake boyfriend to keep himself in the spotlight. Eddie offers to help out of the goodness of his heart and not because he’s insanely fucking jealous.

Eddie froze, breath catching in his throat.

Richie looked...really good.

Bev’s influence was obvious. His hair, which had been unkempt and shaggy, a perfect match for his stoner permakid schtick, was cut much shorter and neater. His formerly unruly stubble somehow now emphasized the sharp cut of his jaw instead of obscuring it.

He wore new glasses, Eddie noticed. Slim silver metal frames instead of his giant, clunky plastic ones. The fitted black sweater and dark blue jeans were simple, but made his shoulders look impossibly broad and his legs miles long.

Fuck everything and Beverly Marsh in particular.

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You’re The Best Christmas Gift I Ever Got//A Reddie Christmas Fic

A/N: Written for @star-gore  for the IT 2019 Secret Santa hosted by @itfandomprompts. They requested fluffy and funny Reddie, Stenbrough, or Benverly so I thought why not give them a little bit of all three? I worked really hard on this so I hope you enjoy it and have a very Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Richie Tozier hates the mall at Christmas. He could think of about a million other ways he’d rather spend one of the few days of his winter break home from college than getting dragged around the mall for hours. But when Beverly needs help looking for Ben’s gift, Richie sees something that makes facing the crowds worth wild. 

Word Count: 2,445

Genre: Fluff

Richie Tozier wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve this, but he knew he better be on the nice list for it. Wandering around the overcrowded Derry mall, almost getting knocked down by frantic shoppers the week before Christmas, carrying an arm load of bags as he followed Beverly around. He groaned loudly as his fiery haired best friends continued to sort through shelves of books. She rolled her eyes but pointedly ignored him.

“Come on Bev! You know Ben is so obsessed with you that it doesn’t matter what you get him!” He leaned against the book shelf next to her. “You could literally give him the most generic gift of all time and he’d still love it and talk about it for months until we all get sick of him.”

“Richie,” She stopped and looked up at him. “This is me and Ben’s first Christmas together. I want it to be perfect.”

Richie sighed, feeling an uncomfortable wash of guilt. He knew how crazy about each other Beverly and Ben were and how much they had gone through to be together and he was happy for them. Especially after everything Beverly had gone through last year with that jerk Tom she’d been dating. Richie wasn’t sure he’d ever hated anyone as much as he hated Tom fucking Rogan. He wished he could say it was him and not Ben who knocked that smug smirk off his horse face. He’d tried though and got the black eye and chipped tooth to prove it. Beverly had cried and told him he was an idiot but it was worth it to him. Richie knew he was being kind of a jerk, he really was happy Ben and Bev had each other, he just wasn’t sure how much more shopping he could handle. Sensing this, Beverly sighed, stopping her searching to turn and face him.

“Okay, I shouldn’t be much longer. Why don’t you go harass Mike at the Santa booth and I’ll come meet you when I’m done?”

“Okay, fine  but you’re buying me a pretzel.” Richie agreed with a mock salute, turning on his heels and leaving a laughing Beverly behind him. A curly head of hair behind the register caught his eye though.

“Hey, Stan the man! Am I going to see you at Bill’s party tonight?”

Stan looked up from the puzzle that was currently keeping him occupied at the front desk. It was 1000 tiny pieces that from what Richie could see was supposed to eventually coming together to form a mural of robins. Right now it was only edge pieces and a few tell tail signs of red that Stan looked up from to give Richie a tight mouthed bitch face. “You mean my boyfriends party? The one he’s throwing me for Hanukkah. No of course not.”

Richie laughed and rolled his eyes. “Well who’s going to blow out the candles then?”

Stan’s face did not shift, “It’s an electric menorah, trashmouth.”

Richie shrugged. He reached over the counter and picked up a piece of the puzzle, putting it in place before heading out the door with a call over his shoulder of “See you tonight.”

Outside the quiet of the bookstore the Derry Town Mall was bustling with the week before Christmas holiday crowds. People pushed by each other, speeding from store to store as ‘Here Comes Santa Clause’ played through the overhead speakers. The enticing smell of food court burgers and pizza hung in the air, making Richie’s stomach rumble as he got closer to Santa’s Village right outside the food court.  The mall had gone all out this year with the village and the effort showed as soon as you walked up to it. But of course you could, Ben and Bill had built it after all. As soon as they had heard that the money raised through pictures with Santa would be going to help buy gifts for the local homeless shelter they had both been on board and between Ben’s building skills and Bill’s art skills, even Richie had to admit that it looked great.

The small house in the middle of the mall looked almost like a gingerbread house with its tan, glittery walls decorated with hooked candy canes painted along the walls and mountains of fluffy, fake snow covering the roof and lining the floor leading up to the house. The front of the house had a large open space though where you could see inside, but instead of an evil witch waiting inside it was Mike Hanlon, the actual nicest person in Derry. Mike sat on a large, red velvet lined chair in full red suit and white beard. He even had a pillow under his jacket to give him the bowl full of jelly look. In single file kids were ushered into the gingerbread house where they could meet Santa while Bill stood outside snapping pictures for their parents. Richie couldn’t understand why anyone would voluntarily used their painfully, criminally short winter break to go to the mall every day wearing a costume to deal with screaming, bratty kids all day but something that nice just fit Mike. He made a great Santa Clause too. He had a bright friendly smile under that white beard, and he’d spent most of November practicing his perfect “Ho-Ho-Ho!” Until Stan had begged and threatened to get him to shut up.

Richie laughed to himself, walking right up to the village and bypassing the line of kids going all the way back towards the bookstore, heading straight for Bill standing by the camera, snapping pictures. He tapped him on the shoulder, stealing a candy cane out of the bucket beside him when Bill turned his head. He opened the wrapper and popped it in his mouth with a smirk as Bill turned back to look at him. Bill’s eyes widened, flashing from the Santa house back to him.

“How’s it going Big Bill? I still can’t believe you volunteered for this.”

Bill’s eyes stayed wide, flickering back and forth between Richie and the gingerbread house then back to Richie. He swallowed thickly. “Richie?! Ne-,nei-neither can I.” He quickly turned back to the camera, snapping more pictures of the next kid sitting on Mike’s knee in the gingerbread house. “I th-,th-,thought that you ha-, hated the m-,m-,mall?”

“Well I do but Bev wanted help finding Ben’s gift so here I am. Never let it be said Richie Tozier isn’t a good friend.” He said, barley bothering to take the candy cane out of his mouth.

“W-,well w-w-,why don’t you g-,go hel-,help her?” He rushed, “we’re kind of bu-,busy h-,h-,here anyways.” Bill laughed uneasily, clearing his throat.

Richie’s brows furrowed thickly under his chunky black frames. He narrowed his eyes at Bill, “Are you trying to get rid of me Big Bill? Are you worried that Beverly is going to steal away your man? Because judging from the bird puzzle he has doing when I left I’m 100% positive she’s not interested.”

Bill cracked a smile at the thought of Stan putting together a bird puzzle at work but his face quickly shifted back into one of worry as he looked again back and forth between the house where kids were still filling through, telling Santa what they want for Christmas. “N-,No I just think it’s ru-,rude to leave Bev a-,a-,alone?”

Richie opened his mouth before his eye caught something that knocked him speechless.

“Okay, kid but seriously cover your mouth. It’s flu season and Santa can not afford to get sick. He’s a very important man and he cannot, I repeat, Santa cannot get sick!” A familiar voice fussed at the kids in line.

Richie’s jaw dropped, his candy cane falling to the floor but he ignored Bill’s small groan at the sticky candy hitting the floor. Eddie stepped out of the gingerbread house to face the line of waiting kids and make sure they were in a straight line. Richie blinked, almost expecting him to disappear when he opened his eyes back up but he was still there and very hard to miss in his costume. In red and white, candy cane stripped socks went up to his knees over his too tight red skinny jeans that Richie would take the time to focus on later. On top he wore a festive green jacket over a red shirt peaking out from underneath and a green, pointed hat with big, fake pointed ears on the sides.

“What the ho-ho-hell?” Richie stumbled, still staring wide eyed at his boyfriend. A huge, mischievous grin breaking out on his face. It was like Christmas had come early. He looked over at Bill with that same expression that made Bill sigh softly.

‘Sorry Eddie’ he apologized silently. “Ju-,just g-,go easy on him al-,alr-,alright Rich?” Bill shook his head, turning back to the camera and clicking away more pictures.

Richie nodded but said nothing. The ear-splitting grin still on his face as he brushed by Bill and almost knocked a few kids down getting to Eddie. “Eddie spaghetti! Does your mother know you’re out here wearing jeans like that?”

Eddie froze. His shoulders tensed and his eyes widened as he turned to face his boyfriend. His wide eyed, slacked jawed expression mirrored Richie’s at the sight of him. He glanced over at Bill for help but Bill refused to make eye contact, instead focusing himself on the camera in front of him. The shock quickly slipped off of Eddie’s face, replaced quickly by his best bitch face that Richie had seen a million times before. Richie just laughed and shook his head, the smile never leaving his face even when Eddie’s brows pinched together, and his eyes narrowed.

“Sir, if you’re not here to see Santa then you’ll have to step aside.” He dead paned.

“Well actually I’d love to see Santa but I’ve been pretty naughty this year.” Richie waggled his eyebrows over his glasses making Eddie groan.

“Hey, sounds like that are why I’m on the naughty list.” He joked. “But maybe you can put in a good word for me?”

“I doubt it.” Eddie crossed his arms self-consciously. “What are you even doing here anyway? I though you hated the mall?”

“The mall? No. The crowds, the traffic, the people fighting over gifts for people they don’t even like anyway? Yes.”

Eddie looked away, down at the line of kids, sending another running inside then wincing as one kid began having a coughing fit. Richie straightened up, the grin sliding off his face. He reached out and tugged at the point of Eddie’s ears attached to his hat.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got a job over break?”

Eddie swatted his hand away. “It just until Christmas then I’m burning these socks and the hat.”

Richie laughed, shoving his hands down in his coat pockets to resist from reaching out and tugging at the ears again. “Okay but I still don’t get why you wouldn’t tell me? I mean I’m hurt Eds! Truly, truly hurt!” Richie gritted out dramatically, clutching his heart and stumbling back, getting looks from some of the parents waiting with their kids nearby. But he felt a warm feeling of pride in his chest when he saw Eddie crack a smile.

“Shut up, I did this for you trashmouth.” Eddie shook his head, but his eyes widened and his smile dropped when he realized what he said. He straightened up and pushed the next kids forward into the house towards Mike.

Richie tilted his head to the side, “What do you mean? Are you going to wear the costume in bed? Please tell me you’re going to wear the socks at least? I can probably get Mike to loan me the Santa suit.”

Eddie pursed his lips, biting back a smile at Richie’s pervy humor that he loved to hate so much. With a soft sigh he crossed his arms again and looked up at Richie, curing their height difference not for the first time. “Look, we both know my mom cut me off after I came out and being a college kid isn’t exactly a paying gig.”

Richie nodded, he wouldn’t ever forget Eddie storming into his house in the middle of Thanksgiving, apologizing as he ranted about how he’d had enough of his mom and had finally told her off and while he was at it, told her he was gay and dating Richie. Maggie had hugged him tight and fixed him a slice of pumpkin pie, Wentworth had slapped him on the back, and Richie had never felt so proud. It was also why Eddie was spending Christmas break with the Tozier’s this year.

“And it’s our first Christmas together so I really wanted to be able to get you something.” Eddie admitted sheepishly, looking closely at Richie for his reaction.

Richie blinked, staring at Eddie for a moment, making him nervous. But Richie didn’t notice, too preoccupied with the feeling of his heart skipping and a warm blush making its way up his neck to his cheeks. “Aww, Eddie Spaghetti!” He laughed, grabbing the shorter man up into a hug and picking him up off the ground even as Eddie screeched to be put down. “You know you don’t have to get me anything right? Just spending Christmas with you is enough.”

Eddie smiled shyly, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck as he was placed back on his feet.

“Besides I know being in a mall during flu season must be killing you right now.” Richie laughed, freely tugging on the felt ears sewed to Eddie’s hat.

Eddie swatted his hand away with more enthusiasm this time. “Yeah, yeah, just try and act surprised when you see your gift okay?”

“Oh my God, you are wearing the costume home aren’t you?!”

Eddie rolled his eyes dramatically, trying to act annoyed and not at all like he was considering the idea when he grabbed the front of Richie’s sweatshirt and pulled his down into a kiss. Several of the kids standing around them groaned loudly and made exaggerated gagging noises but Richie and Eddie ignored them, instead Richie’s hands found their way to Eddie’s face, cupping his cheeks in his hands as he deepened the kiss. When they finally broke apart both out of air and the want not to get Eddie fired it was the sound of a camera snapping that caught their attention. Bill laughed to himself as he caught the kiss on camera but his expression dropped some at the angry elf now staring him down, hands on his hips.

“You’re a dead man Denbrough!”

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Reddie prompt 🎈 After the events of chapter 2 (Eddie lives) they move in together. One day one of them is approached on the street by a clown that's promoting the new circus in town and has a mental breakdown. The other comforts. You can choose which is which, I don't mind~

Reddie prompt 🎈 After the events of chapter 2 (Eddie lives) they move in together. One day one of them is approached on the street by a clown that's promoting the new circus in town and has a mental breakdown. The other comforts. You can choose which is which, I don't mind~

Thanks for the prompt anon! Sorry this took so long to write~college is a bitch at the moment but I finally had a break to write. Feedback as always is really appreciated, whether it’s good or bad.

@g-ay-gatsby cuz you always want me to tag you in reddie stuff :P

Richie awoke in a cold sweat. He glanced over at his husband, shirtless, fast asleep with his face down next to him on the bed they shared. Their shiba inu lay down by the end of the bed, wagging his tiny fluffy tail back and forth at the sight of Richie standing up to get dressed. Richie grinned at the dog, a soft, tired grin and pat his fluffy head in greeting. He heard loud shouts and calls from outside their apartment window, and almost cursed out loud at them to quiet down less they wake up his beautiful sleeping husband. 

“Fucking bastards.” He grumbled. 

“Who you calling bastard?” Eddie mumbled into his pillow.

Richie moved a piece of hair from his husband’s face and forced himself to smile. 

“It’s nothing, Eds. Go back to sleep, baby.”

“It’s that stupid new advertisement across the street right Rich?”

Rich clenched his jaw. He didn’t want to admit what he felt deep down inside him, that the circus was the last thing he wanted to come across on the way to work. 

“It’s nothing Eds.” Richie repeated, more sternly this time, suggesting he didn’t want to talk about it, even to Eddie. 

Eddie dropped the subject, picking up his head from his pillow, his eyes still droopy from sleep. 

“Why don’t we go downtown today?” Eddie suggested, getting slowly to his feet. “It’ll get us away for a while.”

Richie smiled down at his husband, dipping down and kissing the top of his head. 

“Good idea, spaghetti man.”

“Be more original with your pet names, sweetie.” Eddie teased, slipping an arm into a white button up shirt. 

“Shut up, Edward.”

“Bite me, Trashmouth.”

“Maybe I will!”

Richie and Eddie locked eyes and they grinned at each other before Eddie removed himself from the trance, smacking his husband on the thigh with the back of his hand.

“C’mon, get dressed and we’ll get going.” 

“I’m going, I’m going.” Richie fake groaned, pulling blue jeans over his gray boxers.

When they were all dressed and ready to go, they walked out the front door, holding each other’s hands unapologetically. 

They got pretty close to where their car was parked in the apartment complex’s parking lot before they were bombarded by a young man in full clown makeup. He was holding a red balloon in one hand and a poster in the other. He came up to them rather quickly, spouting his sales pitch for the new circus opening across the street from their apartment complex. 

“Hello there sirs! Have you heard about the new circus opening up behind you? We know it’ll be an awesome, fun time! We got balloons, clowns, acrobats of all kinds. Why not try going to a show?” The man thrusted the poster into Richie and Eddie’s faces. 

Richie immediately froze in place at the sight of the red balloon the man was holding. Everything he’d seen in Derry, all the comments about his sexuality, the stupid fucking clown that had terrorized his childhood, all the memories flooded over him at once and he could barely breathe. His hands went to his ears to drown out any and all noise, but the familiar creepy laugh of Pennywise the dancing clown filled them nonetheless.

 “Wanna play truth or dare?”

He heard those same words from his last encounter with Pennywise ring in his ears, causing panic to rise within him. His throat felt deathly dry, as if he was lost in a desert without any sign of water. He felt himself start to shake before everything started to phase in and out of focus. He wasn’t sure if he needed to throw up or scream. 

He was rooted to the spot, thinking of nothing else besides the trauma he’d suffered as a kid and as an adult: how he’d almost lost Eddie to the clown, how his friends had fixed up Ben after he’d been slashed by the clown, how they’d lost Stan in the sewers and he was almost devoured by the clown, the image of Bill’s little brother Georgie’s raincoat the only thing Bill had of him because of that damn clown.

And then there was Henry fucking Bowers...

It was all too much for him. Richie couldn’t even go into basements or certain kinds of bathrooms without freaking out, and now there was a guy reminding him of the exact thing that he’d been afraid of since middle school. It wasn’t just the threat of dying from a demon fucking clown. It was the kids bullying him about him being a fl*mer, dressing up as the clown just to torment him and call him the f word. It was everything that had to do with the stupid fucking clown. It’d terrorized his friends, and he’d almost lost two of them to that stupid fucking clown. 

He didn’t even register Eddie telling off the guy until he realized he was back sitting on their shared bed. He buried his face in his hands, crying softly, every once in a while those cries turning into body-rocking sobs that left him shaking with emotion. Eddie just held him and rubbed his back softly, waiting for an opportunity to reassure him verbally, as right now Richie was too wracked with sobs to be able to hear anything Eddie could say to him. 

“Hey, hey,” Eddie whispered after a long time of Richie just crying and shaking. “The clown is gone, Rich. We killed the fucker. I’m here, Stan’s still here, all the losers are still here. I saved you and you saved me back. We’re here together. We fucking survived it all, Richie. I told you I loved you that day. Think of that instead. Do you hear me? I love you. I’m here, babe.”

Richie kept crying, wiping at the snot and tears spilling down his face. Though he brightened slightly when Eddie spoke, he still felt an overwhelming amount of fear wash over him like a wave pool, each wave worse than the last. He just kept shaking and muttering to himself and crying on and off, unable to shake the amount of panic that filled his very being. 

Eddie held him tighter, gripping his shoulders to try and steady him as his body shook violently along with his sobs. Richie just couldn’t get himself together. He just kept thinking about how he’d almost lost Eddie, how he’d lived in fear of the demon clown and being outed his entire life, and even now that he was happy and with the love of his life, he couldn’t forget that awful part of his life that he tried so hard to bury deep, deep, deep down within himself and never drag back out. But the man dressed as a clown outside across from their home had managed to destroy his well-kept wall in one fell swoop, leaving Richie a giant vulnerable mess. 

“It’s okay, Rich. Hey, hey, look at me.” Eddie picked up his husband’s face in his hands and forced him to look him in the eye, despite the tears pouring from his eyes. 

“We’re safe now baby. I’m okay. I’m here now. I saved you and you saved me, remember? We got together that day. Remember that? Come on baby, think.” Eddie pulled a tissue box from his night stand by their bed and offered it to Richie.

Richie sniffled, taking a tissue from Eddie to wipe his tear-soaked face. 

“Best day of my life.” Richie replied, his voice soft but somehow still confident.

“There ya go.” Eddie told him, holding him close toward himself and squeezing him tight. “What did you say to me?”

Richie forced himself to laugh, even though his chest felt like an dry, empty cavern from crying. He coughed hard and loud but made himself chuckle again. Eddie fetched him a glass of water, making sure not to leave his husband’s side for too long as he knew that right now Richie needed his comfort more than anything. 

“I didn’t even say anything. I was so relieved that you were...that you were---” Richie’s voice shook and he started crying again. 

“No no no, baby, Richie, come on. What did you do?”

“I kissed you so hard.” Richie sobbed. “I kissed you as soon as we got out of Neibolt house because I was so happy that we had survived and I wanted to ask you to marry me right then and there but I didn’t. I was too scared you were gonna hate me ‘cause I just fucking kissed you out of literally nowhere.”

Eddie smiled so wide he felt tears begin to form in his own eyes. 

“Yeah, I had to do that for you, ya coward.” Eddie teased lightly. Richie shoved him lightly in return. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You get credit for proposing before me for the rest of our marriage okay? Stop reminding me of the one win I missed out on!”

Eddie was relieved to hear Richie’s sass return to his voice, even if it was quiet and more reserved than usual. 

“Hey, wanna stay in bed and watch netflix or maybe I can read to you from that book?”

“You mean Brokeback Mountain? That’s pretty gay of you Eds.”

“We’re literally married, Rich. We’re two married gay men.”

“I know. I just--I just had to get you to say it.”

Richie looked at the ground again, and Eddie worried Richie was getting lost in his triggering thoughts again. He moved to cup his husband’s face with his hands holding his cheeks tightly in order to place a kiss on Richie’s soft lips. 

Even after all these years, Richie was still surprised to get kisses from Eddie. When he did though, they were always full of passion and genuine love. He wasn’t sure how he didn’t burst into tears every time he got to kiss Eddie Kaspbrak. Afterall, he’d been his childhood crush for as long as he could remember. He didn’t know what he did to deserve someone like him, someone who would take care of him when his mental health got the better of him.

“Thanks for always taking care of me Eddie,” Richie told him after a moment of silence between them. “I mean it. Thank you.”

Eddie just smiled at him.

“You helped me first with my asthma. I should be thanking you.”

It was Richie who kissed Eddie then. The kiss turned into a more passionate but sweet one, Eddie holding Richie’s face in his hands again, refusing to let him go. Richie doing the same, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s neck and holding him close enough so that their heartbeats thumped on top of each other. 

“I love you Eddie Spaghetti.” Richie declared when they finally pulled apart for air.

“I love you too, Richie Tozier.”

[logicalbookthief]

76 on the prompt list :>>> excited to see what u come up w/

Anon, your faith in me was truly misguided. I saw this prompt and went, “ooh, ok, let’s do some heartfelt angst,” and then as I started that my brain went, “nah, this instead.”

And by this, I mean “domestic & married Reddie being gross and in love and having a drama queen for a kid”

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Prompt: 76 – “It could be worse. They could be dating.” “Wait. They are?!”

Summary: “Our daughter is dating a nose-picker?!” Eddie says it with the disdain of someone describing a serial killer.

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Richie kicks the door closed with his foot, already slipping it halfway out of his shoe. He dumps his duffel on the floor, which Eddie’ll chide him for later. That’s a problem for future Richie, not present Richie, who’s running on pure caffeine after his non-stop flight from Atlanta to LA.

The distant thump of 80s music lures him to the kitchen. Eddie’s humming along to the radio as he rinses lettuce for one of his seasonal salads. Richie would bet his life it includes pine nuts. 

Padding quietly across the hardwood, Richie warps his arms around his husband from behind. “Honey, I’m home!”

Eddie jolts, relaxing the minute he feels the frame of Richie’s glasses against his head. “Jesus,” he sighs, dropping to a whisper. “Jack, what’re you doing, you know my husband’s coming home today!”

“Jack?!” Richie squawks, twisting him around by the lapels. “As in, our mailman?”

“Oh, whoops,” Eddie feigns shock, the facade lasting all of a second before he throws his arms around Richie’s neck, swooping in for a kiss. 

Richie moans, a little satisfied hum against Eddie’s lips. “Where’s my other sweetheart?”

His husband adjusts his shirt where it’s riding up, due to his Richie’s wandering hands. “Moping,” he explains, delicately.

“She’s seven. What does she have to mope about?” Richie deadpans. His mouth twists into a grimace. “Wait. Are you trying the tuna casserole recipe again?”

Eddie whips around. “What the fuck’s wrong with my–?”

“Nothing!” he answers quickly. Eddie narrows his eyes, wielding the salad-spinner like he wants to use it on something besides leafy greens. “So what’s eating my little Spaghetti-o?”

“Mrs. Diaz separated her from her cubby-buddy, Jonas,” Eddie informs, eyebrows rocketing to his hairline. “Apparently they were too disruptive as a pair.”

“Jonas? Isn’t that the nose-picker?” He regrets this observation as Eddie gags over the croutons. 

Everyone has a thing, a thing that trips the gag reflex. Many things bring out that response in Eddie, yet none so viscerally as his aversion to snot, boogers, and the like. Ever since they were kids, it was the surefire way to make him heave. Even if the snot in question was connected to their child.

So when it came to boogers, Richie was the go-to parent, while Eddie graciously agreed to handle the diaper meltdowns. After all, the key to a successful marriage is compromise. Compromise, and lots of Clorox wipes. 

At the school’s Christmas pageant last year, the boy standing next to Nina started digging for gold halfway through Twelve Days of Christmas and found a nugget before they hit two turtle-doves. Poor Eds nearly hurled in Richie’s lap. 

“Don’t remind me,” Eddie shudders. “Anyway, she’s heartbroken over it. As soon as we got home she ran to her room. I tried to talk to her when I brought her a snack and she asked me to please give her time.”

Richie imagines that coming out of his seven-year-old’s mouth and snorts. “Sorry,” he adds. “Not funny.”

Eddie ducks his chin to hide his smile. “Even for her, it’s a tad overdramatic,” he admits, glancing up at Richie through his lashes. “I didn’t have the heart to pester her, but, maybe since you’re home…”

“I’m on it!” Richie stretches the lingering kinks out of his neck. “I’m a world-famous comedian back from a sold-out show. Cheering our daughter up should be a cinch.”

“Mhm,” Eddie intones, not sounding very confident. Which, rude. He seems rather distracted by the length of Richie’s biceps as they stretch over his head. His eyes gleam with an anticipation that has nothing to do with salad. Richie’s got the same itch crawling beneath his skin and he’s very eager to scratch it. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and the dick grow harder. 

His knocks at Nina’s room are ignored, so Richie gently pushes the door open to peer inside. At the sight of his daughter curled up on the bed, he breaks into a smile.

“Eyyy, there’s my girl!” 

Nina raises her head from the pillow, uttering a curt, “Hi, Dad.”

Well, that’s far less enthusiasm than he was expecting. Considering he was gone for almost a week. Nothing like a child’s indifference to keep you humble.

“Aww, sweetie, what’s wrong?” His ears perk at the soft croon of Whitney Houston in the background. “And … what the heck are you listening to?”

“Playlist,” she mutters, blindly flinging an arm toward her device. She’s got it open to his Spotify. 

Richie should probably delete the app from her tablet, like, yesterday. If she ever stumbles across his “Songs to fuck Eddie to” playlist he’ll have to commit samurai-suicide.

However. Given this playlist is called “Sad love songs to cry into your Chipotle burrito,” Richie has a better idea of what type of crisis he’s dealing with here. 

“Sooo, uh. Your daddy told me. You and Jonas, you two are…?” He winces at her lip-tremble, which confirms his worst suspicions. “That’s rough, kiddo.”

“I’ll never be happy again,” Nina sniffs miserably. “I love Jonas and now we’ll never see each other!”

“You are still in the same class,” Richie points out.

She whirls on him, eyes flashing lividly.

“We sit by last names! His is at the beginning, mine’s at the end!” With more venom than a child should be capable of, she hisses, “I hate the alphabet.” 

“O-Kay,” says Richie, truly at a loss. Luckily, she doesn’t seem inclined to talk about it anymore. Instead she stuffs her face back in the pillow, not quite fluffy enough to absorb her lovelorn sigh.

He pets her hair, curling it around his fingers, until the sniffles eventually dwindle. “Do you want us to make you a special dinner? Anything you want,” Richie cajoles.

Nina thinks it over, tilting her cheek enough to say, “Can you ask Daddy to make tuna casserole?”

Richie blanches. “Wha– Why?”

“I want my belly to feel as bad as my heart,” she mumbles.

He manages to keep a straight face as he bends to kiss her brow and leaves her to sulk, but it’s a close call. When he reports back to the kitchen with his news, there’s no tact necessary.

Eddie laughs ‘til he’s out of breath. “It isn’t funny,” he repeats, slightly winded.

“Of course not,” Richie agrees, failing to stifle his own grin.

“I love her, I’m sorry she’s hurting, but she’s so–”

“Theatric?”

“She gets that from you,” Eddie accuses.

“Excuse a moi?” Richie balks. “This, coming from the guy who kissed me out of the deadlights like some low-budget horror rebut of Sleeping Beauty?”

“What, should I have let the clown eat you?” Eddie glances his way, slyly. “I was referring to middle school. When you spent an entire night cranking your mom’s Bonnie Tyler records because I said you kind of looked like a frog, and you remembered how three weeks ago I told Bev I’d never kiss a frog even if it turned into a handsome prince?”

“Fucking Stanley,”  Richie huffs. “I swore him to secrecy. We spit on it and everything.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “At least for Nina, it’s only a crush. It could be worse,” he scoffs. “They could be dating.”

Richie tries to school his expression, he does, but – the thing is. After spending almost their whole fucking lives together, minus those twenty-two years of amnesia in between, Eddie can spot his tells from a mile away.

“Wait. They are?!” He slaps a hand over his mouth, aghast. “Our daughter is dating a nose-picker?”

He says it with the disdain of someone describing a serial killer.

“Ugh, Rich, that–ew! What if they hold hands after h–he–”

The suggestion of it alone has Eddie bending over the sink.

“Babe, c’mon.” Richie soothes a palm up-and-down his spine. “You’ve drilled the importance of hand-washing into Nina since she could walk. I doubt she’s carrying around any clingers.”

On cue, Eddie lets loose another dry heave.

“Will you stop?” he groans, glaring over his shoulder at Richie. “This is awful. Literally, of all the kids in her class, why this one?” 

“You’re blowing this way out of proportion,” says Richie, though Eddie’s eyebrows beg to differ. He loves his husband, deeply, irrevocably, but he’s also one of most ridiculous people on the planet. “Remember, we like Jonas? Jonas is nice! If a little unsanitary… He’ll grow out of it, though. Like I did.”

The words leave his mouth before his brain can flash any of the red warning signs. Slowly, ever so slowly, Eddie turns. They lock eyes. His gaze brims with the horror of this realization.

“Are you saying,” Eddie begins, dangerously low, “that you used to pick your nose when we were kids a-and then, you’d touch me?”

“Used to?” Richie grabs the fleeing Eddie and hauls him back before he really does leave him for their incredibly buff mailman.

“Babe!” he chuckles. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, I swear! I swear on Ben’s chiseled abs!”

“Disgusting, you’re disgusting,” Eddie grumbles, wriggling in his grasp. “Let go of me, don’t even think of touching me with–”

All of a sudden, Eddie squeals, wracked with a full-bodied spasm.

“With what?” Richie taunts, continuing to tickle him. “With these filthy, boogery fingers of mine?”

“St–op!” Eddie wheezes. “I’m gonna piss my pants!”

“Don’t exploit my pee kink,” he snaps, which only makes Eddie wheeze harder.

“I’ve had my fingers in your ass,” Richie reminds. “In fact, you love my fingers in your ass.”

Whether from embarrassment or exertion, Eddie flushes. “Fuck you, that’s extremely different!”

“You’re right, it’s probably more disgusting.” Teeth skirting over his earlobe, Richie leans down, his voice a sultry hush, “Because I like to use my mouth there, too.”

Eddie muffles a moan into his fist. “I see what you’re doing,” he grits out. “And it won’t work. No way I’m sleeping with you now, nose-picker.”

Richie makes a wounded noise, clutching him more firmly to his chest. “Please, Eds, baby, I can change! I’ll go to meetings, therapy– I’ll never stick my finger anywhere you don’t want again!”

“I don’t know if I can ever look at you the same.” Eddie’s reply cuts off into a giggle as those fingers attack his flank. “Seriously, Rich, I am going to–!” 

They’re interrupted by the violent swing of Nina’s door against the wall.

“Will you two keep it down?!” she shouts. “I’m trying to mourn!”

The door slams shut again. They gawk at each other in silence. Finally, Richie pools enough blood into his brain to speak.

“Are we terrible parents?”

Eddie kisses the underside of his chin. “Ask me that when your semi isn’t plastered against my ass,” he says, flatly.

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@trashmouth_tozier

Hi my name is Richie and I’m a recovering nose-picker. Ages 3 thru 9 were rough, but with the support of my dear husband, I’ve managed to keep my fingers clean. Hope my story can help inspire someone else xx

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Bev: why did Eddie ask for the number of my divorce lawyer ?

Bev: nvm I saw your tweet

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Am I projecting my own snot-induced gag reflex onto Eddie? Yes. Do I still believe my characterization was spot-on? Yes again.  

[peachywise]

intemperance

richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak (reddie)

– one-shot

– synopsis: Eddie wasn’t really expecting to have to spend this cold winter night walking a drunk Richie home. Yet again, he really didn’t expect it to end as it did either. Not that he’s complaining. (age; twenties)

– notes: this is literally just fluffy and angsty pining on eddie’s end!!! enjoy!!! i’m thinking about writing a part two, so let me know if you enjoyed it! also i’m literally rushing out the door for dinner so forgive me if the editing’s not great, i’ll go through it again when i’m home lmao 

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Whenever Richie was drunk, Eddie tended to stay away.

Richie had always been one to make jokes and tease him. Still, when he was drunk, it always turned too jokingly flirtatious, too hard for Eddie to rightly ignore without going red in the face. Eddie lashed out when that happened, like an elementary school kid who didn’t quite understand their own feelings. He yelled at Richie and stormed away, regretting whatever false words he had said. It took effort to not turn around and look at the pout that would inevitably befall Richie’s face. 

His dumbass, cute face.

Ugh.

In truth, Eddie wasn’t so much afraid of being around Richie when he was like that, but more fearful of what Eddie might say in reply. Yelling at him was bad enough, but it was better than the alternative—confessing his feelings. Those feelings that had weighed on him for years.

It was his secret. His own burden to keep and protect. He couldn’t risk things changing for the worst.

Yet here he was, outside of whatever bar Bill had called him to in the middle of the night, ready to face Richie on a long walk home. Bill had to leave for some emergency and Richie had been too stubborn to leave sooner than he had to. Since all their other friends were already busy or inevitably asleep, it was up to you to escort him back to his apartment all in one piece since the cabs were unusually busy tonight. It would take to long for them to get him, in turn, giving him too much time to do something dumb and impulsive like start an intentional barfight by saying something stupid.

It had happened before. Richie asked a man if he had a cat, and when the man dumbly played into it by saying no, Richie quickly replied with, “really? Because you have pussy written all over you.” That black eye had taken a while to heal. Eddie thought Richie’s shame at telling such a bad joke would have taken even longer to recover from, but he still thought it was pretty funny.

Eddie walked into the poorly lit bar, hardwood sticky with whatever drinks had been sloshed over it for as many years at it’s been open. He’d barely taken two steps inside before a boisterous voiced called from somewhere in the back corner, “is that my Eddie Spaghetti?” No, this is your Eddie About-To-Kick-Your-Ass.

All too suddenly, floppy-haired Richie shoved through the couple people left in the bar to wrap his arms around Eddie in a tight hug, lifting him up and slapping him on the back. “It is Eddie!”

Struggling against his grip in an effort to breath, Eddie swatted at Richie and huffed out, “okay, put me down or I swear to God—”

Richie dropped him back to the ground and grinned, rosy-cheeked and eyes a little glassy, “or what? You’ll fuck my mom? Go ahead. It seems only fair since I fucked yours.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes, wiping the tops of the shoulders of his jacket to get the snow off. “You’ve used that line ever since we were kids. Can’t you get some new material?”

Richie’s grin stayed plastered on his face, and bending down, so he was more eye level with Eddie, offered instead, “well then, you can fuck my dad.”

“Already did.”

Richie’s face fell a little at Eddie’s deadpan retort, fully expecting some sort of more significant reaction out of him. Eddie just turned back around and started making his way to the door without a second word, leaving Richie to scramble behind him and grab the crook of his elbow to stop him. “Don’t abandon me!” Richie huffed out.

Eddie flashed him a look from over his shoulder. “I only came here to walk you home. Are you coming or not?”

“What am I, a dog?” Richie stated, pushing his glasses higher up on the bridge of his nose.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” Eddie cocked up an eyebrow.

Richie bit his bottom lip, narrowing his eyes slightly. Well. “Fair enough.”

Yeah, no shit.

“Then let’s go!” Richie belted out, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s shoulders from behind, all but pushing him out the door now. Eddie’s hands flew up to grip Richie’s arms to stop from falling down the slippery concrete steps outside of the door.

Eddie gritted out, “be careful!” as he ducked out from under him, only to slip a little on the ice. Thankfully, Richie wasn’t too drunk that his reflexes were gone entirely, as he shot out his arm to grab hold of Eddie’s arm. Unfortunately, he was drunk enough that he forgot to actually pull Eddie up, so they both ended up falling down. 

“My bad.”

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This walk was officially the longest walk of Eddie’s god damn life. Seriously. Richie had fallen twice more, made about ten inappropriate jokes— two of which Eddie couldn’t even begin to comprehend— and he’d chased one dog which Eddie was actually sure was a duck.

Now, Eddie was struggling to keep upright as the taller boy leaned against him. He was getting more flustered as Richie practically pawed at every inch of his body; his chest, his neck, arms. His face was so close to his own that his breath was like wisps of flame against his neck in the cold night, sending shivers raking through his whole body. He just hoped the boy in his drunken stupor just figured it was because he was cold, or better yet, didn’t notice it at all.

Richie reached out a hand and squeezed Eddie’s cheeks together, forcing his mouth into an outward pout and his body to stumble on the icy sidewalk. “Eds, you’re so cute,” Richie grinned, his glasses slightly fogged from breathing into the scarf tightly wound against his neck.

Eddie ripped his face away with a small huff, reaching up a hand to massage his jaw slightly, “Richie, shut up,” he complained, his frostbitten cheeks starting to feel a little warmed.

“No!” the boy whined back, “you are! I’ve always thought so. My cute little Eddie.”

“Boys shouldn’t be called cute,” he murmured in reply, softly, more to himself than the boy hanging off him like a monkey to a branch.

“Bullshit.” His words were spat out like it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “It’s a good thing. People like cute things. No one’s ever called me cute. When you see something cute, you should just say it. Let the whole world know.” As if to elaborate it, Richie opened his mouth wider like a banshee to the wind, taking in a sharp breath of air before beginning his shout of, “Edward Kaspbrak is so fucking cute that I want to—” Eddie’s slap of his hand over his mouth stifled the rest of the sentence before he could disturb any more people who were probably already fast asleep in their apartments.

Hissing a repeated, “shut up, Richie!” Eddie dropped his hand after feeling Richie smiling beneath it. He wiped his hand on the side of his pant leg, giving a roll of his eyes.

 They continued walking in silence for a minute or two, the fog of their breath intermingling in front of them, the smile still firmly planted on Richie’s face as his eyes stared blankly in front of him, the trash mouth totally caught up in whatever his mind was currently fixated on. He looked happy. And not just the joking happy he usually was around them, or the fake happy he sometimes believed he was using to cover up whatever it was he really felt. His cheeks and ears were rosy, the apple of his cheeks and nose speckled with freckles Eddie was always a little jealous of. Even those stupid glasses of his suited him perfectly.

“You’re cute too.” 

“What?” Richie’s head snapped right over to look at Eddie, his eyes wide with shock as a sort of confusion riddled his features. His body jerked to a stop as well, though they now were right outside Richie’s apartment building doors. Eddie’s cheeks grew even hotter, and he ducked his face slightly down to hide it in his own scarf. Embarrassment and anxiety overtook his body in one fatal swoop. But he said it. Admitted what he too had always thought. He was drunk for Christ’s sake! Richie probably wouldn’t even remember it in the morning. Eddie might as well ride this wave of bravery since it was here.  

Rubbing a hand over his mouth as if stifling the words would somehow help, Eddie muttered once again, “I said I think you’re cute too.” He resisted the urge to cover it up with some half-hearted angry joke like he was used too. He felt vulnerable and unprotected. He felt nervous. Scared.

Richie gently reached out his hand—never having done anything gently in his life—and gripped onto Eddie’s hand, removing it from his face as he half-cocked his head like a curious puppy. “Are you sure you’re not the drunk one?” He half-laughed, though his question seemed less teasing and more imploring. Like he was offering a way for Eddie to back out.

Eddie said nothing, but also didn’t try to pull away. Both just simply stared at each other, unsure of what to say or do. Snow softly landed on their now intertwined fingers, melting at the touch of their shared heat. It wasn’t like Eddie had confessed his feelings or anything, but it was the closest he’d gotten to it. There was a charge in the air, brought upon by a shift between them neither could name or place.

Laughter from behind them broke the moment, as both eyes flashed over to a group of people crossing their path, walking home in the late night as well. Eddie dropped his hand and slightly cleared his throat, stating, “we should probably get you inside.” Richie wordlessly nodded his head, almost like he was in a dazed stupor as he shoved his hands in his pockets to try and dig out his keys. Once he’d gotten them out, Eddie sighed and took them from his grip, unlocking the front apartment door and walking inside, Richie trailing behind him. 

Walking up the single flight of stairs, Eddie went and unlocked the second set of doors that actually led into his apartment and held it open for Richie to step inside. Flicking on the lights, he watched as Richie struggled to get out of his boots as he leaned against the wall, nibbling nervously on his bottom lip. His body still felt charged and uncertain at the same time. 

“Well, I should go,” Eddie murmured softly, turning towards the door before a hand shot out to rest on the wall behind him, caging him there. Eddie turned a startled eye towards Richie, who’s hair had gotten curlier in the wet of the snow, falling into his eyes so much so that it was hard to read the expression there. 

“Wait, I, uh,” Richie stammered, unusually so. Looking down at his feet, he dropped his arm and glanced back up, offering a quiet, “thanks... for walking me home.”

Eddie stared at the boy, only for a moment, before a smile broke out on his face, and a small laugh escaped him. Man, it was weird seeing him act this way. It was like the roles had been reversed. “Yeah, well, you’re pretty useless if you don’t have a baby sitter,” he joked, reaching out to swipe some of the hair out of his eyes.

Richie’s eyes were wide in surprise, tension melting, but his lips curved up into a similar grin. “Oh, please, you do it because you love me.” 

Eddie snorted, shoving his shoulder as he said, “that may be so, but—” before quickly shutting up and averting his gaze anywhere but his friend in front of him. Shit. This is what happened when he let his guard down.

He fucking just inadvertently told him he loved him. Hopefully, he didn’t think anything of it. He was drunk after all, and it wasn’t like it was—

Oh. No. Yeah, the trash mouth totally understood if his reaching out to touch Eddie’s jaw to get him to look back at him was any indication at all.

“Richie,” Eddie started, but before he could finish, soft lips were on his in a needy and desperate way. Eddie could barely react to what was happening as his body was pressed hard against the wall behind him, Richie pinning him there with his own weight as his hands moved to grip his face. He could taste the dull alcohol on his breath, but honestly, Eddie couldn’t care less. His thoughts got cloudy, and he just simply let himself react back, gripping Richie jackets and trying to tug him closer if that were even possible.

Richie was the one to break away first if only to catch his breath. His hands were on Eddie’s face, inching upward to curl themselves into his hair and messing up all the effort it took for Eddie to tame it into place. Eddie sighed into the touch, releasing his grip on the man and letting his hand trail up to brush his fingertips lightly across his freckled cheeks. He studied them one by one and Richie’s own eyes explored Eddie’s expression.

“Is this real?” 

Richie’s voice, though soft in tone, jarred Eddie out of whatever state he had been in. Dropping his hand, the realization of what just happened crashed over Eddie, and he all but squeaked out a “what?” in a lame reply. Did Richie not know what he was doing? Did he regret it? Oh shit. Oh, Fuck.

“I just want to make sure I didn’t actually slip and crack my head on the pavement out there. I don’t want this to be another dream.” 

Did he just say another dream?

“Then what do you want it to be?” Eddie hesitantly asked.

“Real. Do you know how shitty it’s been waking up with blue balls all these years? I can’t fucking—”

Eddie rolled his eyes, cutting him off with a curt, “beep beep, Richie,” before lifting his face back up and giving him a hungry kiss back. Richie took that as all the incentive he needed. Almost without breaking their lips apart, Richie struggled Eddie out of his coat, just as Eddie slipped off Richie’s glasses and tossed them to the floor, before fighting him out of his shirt just after. Hands were everywhere, skimming across skin that was growing increasingly hot, gripping at anything to keep each other cemented in place.

Eddie moved away only to trail his lips against Richie’s jaw, nibbling slightly as Richie groaned into his ear. Moving his hand up, Richie dragged Eddie’s lips back to his as the smaller of the two let out a low moan. Richie used to opportunity to taste Eddie with his tongue, his hand slowly moving closer to the waistband on the other’s jeans— 

Eddie shoved him back and a huff of breath, repeatedly saying, “wait, wait, wait.”

Richie stepped back immediately, chest still rising rapidly as he attempted to catch his breath. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to push you further than you were willing to go,” he breathed out uncertainty in his face. 

Eddie shook his head, cheeks coloured red from growing embarrassment. “No, it’s not that. You’re still drunk, and I uh, I think we should stop before you do something you regret.” 

Richie paused at that before he let out a boisterous laugh. “Regret? I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. Come back here,” he stated, as he reached out to Eddie once again.

Eddie slapped his hand away. “Richie,” he said in a warning tone, “just … we’ll see how you feel tomorrow, okay?”

Richie rolled his eyes as he dropped another kiss to Eddie’s soft lips, a little more gently this time and resigned. “Fine. Will you stay?”

“If you do stay, can you two be a little quieter?”

Jumping apart, both Eddie and Richie turned a shocked look towards a sleepy-looking Stan, curls mussed and bird printed boxer shorts wrinkled from sleep. “You were slamming each other up against the wall of my room, you dicks.”

Eddie stood there with a horrified look on his features, wondering how he’d forgotten at that moment that Stan was Richie’s roommate. Richie, however, couldn’t stop the laugh that came out of him at Stan’s grumpy features. Or at least, he couldn’t stop it, not until his face suddenly dropped, and he began running to the bathroom with a called-out statement of, “I’m going to get sick.” There’s the alcohol catching up to him. Douche.

Stan shook his head, moving to the kitchen with a passing comment of, “yeah, I think I am too.” Still, Eddie didn’t miss the slight grin quirking up Stan’s lips.

In fact, it looked a lot like his own at that moment.

[kaspbrak-tozier-reddie]

“And They Were Soulmates?” - Reddie

I’m rewriting this into a Reddie Oneshot.

Warnings: swearing, slight homophobia mentions

Requests are open.———————————————————————

After the phone call with Mike, Eddie immediately looks down at his wrist, not really caring about how bad his car is. He can’t remember why his wrist is so important but it must’ve been a long time ago. Much like the cut section of his cast that he refused to part with. Eddie is finally brought back to his senses by someone tapping his shoulder, “I need your details, for insurance purposes,” the man who was driving the taxi, says.

“Oh right, yes of course,” Eddie replies. He eventually looks at the damage he had caused only minutes ago, both inner sides of the cars are smashed. “Fuck!”

“Yeah, ‘fuck’ indeed.” Eddie quickly gave the law-abiding driver, his details and walked to the subway, not wanting to watch his SUV get towed away. The closer he gets to the subway, the more he thinks about Myra. She was going to take him to the emergency room for sure, ‘you may have a concussion, Eddie-bear’. Eddie shudders at the thought.

His eyes flick to his wrist as it heats up, it’s only in a small spot, centred on the side, in line with his pinky. Why doe it burn? Why does he remember it burning 24 years ago?

****

He walks up the stairs from the station and makes a beeline for the apartment complex that was just up the road. It’s like a sprint, almost like he’s desperate to get in and out and back into the ‘safety’ of Derry, his home, the place he loved?

Eddie stops, he looks up at the stairs, leading to his apartment, he can’t bring himself to walk up the stair. He feels as though someone was keeping him grounded, unable to move from his spot on the sidewalk. Derry? Home. Derry? Richie. Richie? Why does that name sound so familiar? 

Small memories started to file in and Eddie knows he has to go back, he has to go back for Richie. Richie? There it is again! 

“Eddie-bear! There you are!” Myra exclaims joyfully as she embraces her husband. “I thought you left me!”

“Now why would I do that?” Eddie replies, he tries to die down his obvious fake tone and must’ve been successful as Myra skips away to the kitchen. “Um, Myra, I have a work conference that I must go to tomorrow. It’s two hours out and is only going on for a few days.”

“Okay! I’ll come!” 

“No!” It comes out harsher than he intended, and both wince. “No, it’s only workers, it’s just me and two other men going.” Myra sighs and nods. “I’ll need to leave in like two hours.” He hates it when she does this, it was almost like she hated the idea of him leaving. How he didn’t pick up on it soon, he didn’t know. It’s a smothering type of relationship and he can’t take it but he doesn’t want to hurt her.

“Oh, but I made your favourite.” The pungent smell of burnt spaghetti bolognese gets stronger and Myra removes the lid off the pot. Spaghetti? I never liked spaghetti but why do I like spaghetti?

He continues to think about his life choices since leaving Derry as he walks to the bedroom he shares with his wife. “Eddie Spaghetti.” Eddie mutters, “that’s why I always watch Trashmouth! He was my - “ Friend? No. Best friend? No. 

Two thoughts left and Eddie can’t bring himself to even think like that, so he shakes the thoughts. It’s impossible, he has a wife who he loves? Why am I fucking questioning this? 

He doesn’t bother to fold his clothes, just shoving everything he can into his suitcases. He grabs his toiletry bag and his old fanny pack that he hasn’t touched in 2 decades, still packed to the brim of old medication that he refuses to take. Just as he is about to walk out the door, he looks down at his hand. 

The wedding ring. 

He always thought it looked funny. It never sat right, it was slightly big but wasn’t big enough to fall off his finger. It was gold, he wanted a black silvery band but Myra wanted matching bands. Eddie always wanted to have sex but Myra always claimed it was dirty and a “sin”, even though they are married. How would we even reproduce? Eddie often wondered, he always thought about having kids. 

“I’m sorry,” Eddie mutters and leaves his ring on the side table as well as a quickly scribbled note and finally drags his two suitcases down the hall and out the front to hail a taxi.

***

The flight over, Eddie has time to rethink everything. He pulls open his laptop and quickly sends a few emails regarding divorce and needing to update some forms. It may be too soon but Eddie knows that it isn’t. As he tries to think back to that Summer 27 years ago, he remembers yelling at his mother. Everything that Myra had done, it wasn’t healthy and Eddie laughs quietly to himself. I married my fucking mother! 

The drugs and the little cuts and bruises and believing he needs to go to the hospital for stitches and medications to stop the bruises from forming. Leaving his mother in Derry made him forget everything he had done to prevent from being a hypochondriac and now he still is. He isn’t sick, he gets that, he never had asthma or weird illnesses that he had never heard of. 

He opens Netflix and plugs in his headphones, he searches for Richie Tozier’s Netflix Special. Even though there’s only an hour left in the 2-hour flight, he still plays it. It’s obvious from the start that the jokes aren’t his, they were homophobic and nowhere near as dirty as they used to be. The humour was restrained and dry, only heckles and coughs were heard, no applause or laughs. It breaks Eddie’s heart, he isn’t sure why. 

Sure he remembers the Losers and they had a friendship, a strong bond held by IT and bullying by Bowers’ gang, but Stan and Bill were two out of his three closest friends. Richie seems different and Eddie can’t put his finger on it. He tries to dig in his mind, staring at Richie’s tall figure on stage. 

Richie was a comedian back in the day, think Eddie, what makes this so different to when we were kids?

“Would you like one from me too, Mrs K?” Richie had asked just before he, Eddie and Bill had gone somewhere, the Barrens? Sewer?

Crap!

Richie always made Eddie the butt of the joke or made dick jokes. 

The burning on his wrist reappears, this time the skin where it burns starts to turn red. Eddie immediately covers it, trying to conceal the area from the open. It didn’t hurt this much the last time, Eddie recalls, it must have something to do with Derry.

****

As he drives past the ‘Welcome to Derry’ sign, the hairs on his neck stand up straight, goosebumps start to rise on his arms. The strange and uncomfortable feeling of being watched looms over him, he passes the cemetery, almost veering off the road as he catches a glimpse of a fluffy red hair and a white clown suit. “It’s just your mind playing tricks on you, Eds.” Eddie tries to reason with himself. “I hate being called that.” It rolls off his tongue, just like ‘Eds’. 

Who called me that? I liked it though but said I hated it. 

Hatred and frustration washes over him, he doesn’t want to be back in the homophobic town. He couldn’t, even as an adult, he didn’t want to fathom what the town would do if they found out he was gay. 

Gay?

Crap!

No wonder why his marriage felt loveless, he wasn’t attracted to her! Or women in general. He was and still is attracted to men, well one man ... Richard Tozier.

*

He finally makes it to the Chinese restaurant but stays in his car for a few minutes to compose himself, not wanting to have a full-on panic attack during dinner. Aside from the killer clown returning to Derry, it was meant to be a happy reunion, a way to catch up with the other 6 survivors of Pennywise. 

Eddie huffs and pulls himself out of his car and carries himself towards the restaurant. “Reservation for Michael Hanlon,” Eddie says to the waitress, who then leads him to a reserved table where two familiar faces stand. “Mike? Bill?” 

“Eddie!?” Mike exclaims, racing over and hugging Eddie, Bill kind of stands awkwardly. 

“Bill!” Eddie exclaims and hugs the horror writer. 

*

Not even 10 minutes later, 3 others walk in and a gong goes off. Eddie catches the eye of the tall comedian, he watches the dark curls falling over the glasses, the way his jack clung to his broad shoulders. The burning sensation, that Eddie has been experiencing for the past day, starts to burn deeper and Eddie sees his skin form black bold letters. As he looked down, black inked appeared, ‘R.T’ was written. 

Did I ever tell Richie? Or did I cover it up like I did with my sexuality?

“Did your soulmate’s initials fade when you left too?” Beverly asks as they all sat down to eat.

“Mine just came back,” Eddie replies. “It started burning when I got the call from Mike.”

“Mine never left, still says S.U,” Mike replies. Mike knows that Stan was happily married to Patricia and would never want to get in between them, sure he may never find anyone else but he likes being alone, in that sense at least. He loves having friends but doesn’t mind being alone relationship wise.

“Did you ever tell Stan!?” Bill asks and Mike shook his head. “Well, I got my soulmate.” That meant that Bill and Audra ... ? Eddie feels himself deflating.

“Mine faded too,” Ben says.

“Same,” Richie finally says just as he winces in pain and looks down at his wrist. “Shit.”

“Show us, boys!” Bev pipes up reaching over at both Eddie and Richie. Richie shrugged and reached over to Bev, Eddie followed. “OH MY GOD! Guys!” Ben, Mike and Bill gathers around Bev and looked between Eddie and Richie’s wrists. 

“OH DAMN!” Ben squeals and clamps a hand over his mouth in embarrassment. Richie grabs Eddie’s wrist, his eyes widen.

“Eds ...” Richie whispers. Eddie shakes his head as a warning and flips Richie’s wrist round he looks down at his wrist and sees the ‘E.K’. 

This shouldn’t be possible, his mother always told him that you couldn’t get an initial for someone of the same gender. Then again, she and the majority of the town were homophobic. Those thoughts are out of date now, being part of the LGBTQ+ community is accepted now, Eddie should have no fear. His mother is dead and he is planning at finally divorcing his wife.

Eddie looks into Richie’s eyes and remembers all the good times the two had shared. It was a type of love that Eddie never got from his mother or Myra, it wasn’t forced and he was able to be who he wanted to be. He could be a normal teenager who shouldn’t need to be scared of any health risks. 

All the times Richie climbed in through his window, all the times he had snuck in through Richie’s window. The hammock? The hammock, he used to argue with Richie just so he could squeeze into the hammock with him.

“I’m still married, Richie. Until the divorce papers go through,” Eddie whispers. Richie didn’t seem to care and still kissed Eddie; both had waited 27 years for this to happen and didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Eds, I fucked your mom,” Richie whispers against Eddie’s soft and now swollen pink lips.

“BEEP, FUCKING BEEP, RICHARD!” Eddie groans. “Of course you had to ruin it!” 

“I’m not even sorry, Eddie Spaghetti.”

That’s why he ‘likes’ spaghetti! One of the many nicknames that Richie gave him. ‘Eds’ he secretly loved but if he said anything, the others would call him that. ‘Eddie Spaghetti’ he absolutely hated! It was cringy and annoying, it was a means of Richie calling him cute and pinching his cheeks.

“Don’t call me that.” Eddie says. “You know i hate it when you call me that.”

“How about ‘babe’, Eduardo?” Eddie blushes, he couldn’t help it. There’s a fire inside of him that he hasn’t felt in almost 30 years and he loves it.

Eddie puts his arm up on the table, signalling for an arm wrestle. “Just like the old days.” Eddie whispers.

“Amen to that.” Richie chuckles. Their competitiveness never left, both needing to assert dominance. It had been like that for years and now was no different.

[reddie-prompts]

I’m having a really hard time thinking of a plot for a reddie fanfic. Got any ideas?

of course! here’s some ideas!!!

kid reddie:- both/either discovering their feelings! it’s a bit overused but i love every iteration of this concept! - richie getting hurt and eddie going batshit or vice versa- eddie needing help in his classes and richie proving his intelligence by helping him get an A- reddie at a carnival!!!!- modern au - comic book store/arcade date - soft pining from either/both side(s)- bickering that ends in them being fluffy!!!

adult reddie:- again PINING - proposal????? - eddie LIVES! what happens next??????- adopting a child/pet together- eddie divorces his wife! - eddie slowly overcoming his hypochondriasis and richie being super supportive- richie talking about eddie on his show and eddie outwardly being annoying but adoring his stupid bf/husband- again, biCKERING- eddie coming to stay with eddie after pt. 2 and speed cleaning richie’s whole apartment

literally everything reddie is phenomenal, these are just some things i came up with quickly for you, anon! if you end up taking any of these silly suggestions, dm me!!! i would love to read them!

these are free for anyone to use/take inspiration from! 

[eddiekaspbrxks]

@eddieklapbak​: Hi :) i love your fics and I’ve only read a couple of them ( i need to read more ) but i was wondering if you’d be interested in writing a reddie fic where eddie gets a really bad flu and hes pissed about it because hes eddie but richie comes in hot taking really good care of him and shit ??? If that’s too fluffy or boring dont worry about it

(i redirected this to my sideblog for organisation’s sake, I hope that’s okay)

Word Count: 1281

AO3 link in notes

Eddie Kaspbrak supposes that one would expect, were someone to go on a week-long skiing trip with his six best friends, and were they to come down with a cold sent directly from hell—an analogy Eddie hadn’t ever expected to use, but which after ten hours lying in bed with a headache and a hacking cough seemed rather fitting—for their boyfriend to take care of them. One wouldn’t have expected, though, that Eddie would come down with a cold (him, of all the fucking people—Bev shared cigarettes with anyone she met, and Richie, god knows, probably hadn’t washed his hands in months), or that, when it happened, the boyfriend in question would be Richie Tozier. Richie and medication wasn’t a combination he’d exactly fantasized about, and he wasn’t sure that it was going to work out without at least a heart attack and maybe a very, very small house fire.

Or a fucking huge one, who knows. There’s no overestimating Richie.

“So,” Richie cries in a British accent, walking into the room with Eddie’s toiletry bag nestled in his arms, “come on then, talk me through this.” He unzips the bag—it’s “almost as big as your suitcase,” Stan had said, (which is ridiculous, it’s a solid quarter at most, and bright red, just in case Eddie’s in a hurry and needs to see it from a mile away (or in case Richie needs to find it, because holy shit that kid is blind, but he doesn’t seem to be showing any appreciation for Eddie’s color-picking skills at the moment), and dumps the contents onto the bed.

“Dude, careful with that—if you break my aspirator, I swear to god—” Eddie cries, leaping up a little and then grimacing when his head throbs.

“Hate to break it to you, Eddie Spaghetti, but you’ve got bigger issues right now than your made-up asthma.”

“Shut up, your fucking nasal voice is making my head hurt,” Eddie moans, covering his face with his hands.

“I’m serious, Eds,” Richie says, face mock solemn. “Your worst fears have come true. This is what you’ve been protecting yourself from your whole life, and alas, your brave efforts have gone to waste. Edward,” he places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I’m not sure you’re going to make it out of this alive.”

“It’s a cold, man.”

“I know!” Richie cries, like a proud parent. “The first cold of your life! You’re finally growing up.” Eddie kicks him halfheartedly, to which Richie pleads in his Southern Belle voice “Please forgive me, Eddie, light of my life, oh please, I’ll die if you’re mad at me, just die!” He collapses  in a fit of giggles.

Eddie stares at him, dumbfounded. “You know I broke my arm when I was thirteen, right? You were there?”

“Oh, was that when the demon clown attacked us?” Richie’s eyebrows knit together, and Eddie resists both the urge to roll his eyes and the urge to grin like an idiot. “Huh, I must have forgotten.”

Eddie laughs a little. “Okay, my medication. Let’s see if you know what to do.”

“Oh, I don’t think I could go two years living with you without all of that rubbing off on me,” Richie says sweetly.

“I’m nothing if not influential.”

“No, I was thinking more like a pubic rash. I mean, we’ve done plenty of rubbing—”

“Holy fucking shit, beep beep, Trashmouth.”

“Alright, I’m just saying—”

“I wasn’t kidding when I said your voice was giving me a headache, and I’m much too poor and sickly to get a pill myself, so come on, pass them over.”

Richie shuffles through the pile clumsily, making Eddie cringe. “A ha!” he cries, pulling out a little bottle. Eddie notes the color of the cap, the shape of the letters familiar in his head. Richie picks up the glass of water he’d brought with the toiletry bag and holds it out to Eddie along with the pill. “Come on, eat up. As much as I’d love to do the whole here comes the airplane spiel, you seem to think you still have a dignity to be hurt, and I’d never deprive you of that fantasy—”

“That’s aspirin, you dumbass,” Eddie says, putting a hand in front of his mouth to stop Richie doing just that. “You’re not supposed to take it with a cold.”

“But it’s aspirin. It’s for headaches, that’s how aspirin works. You take it, your headache goes away. Right?”

“Yeah, but it’s not good for colds. Something to do with, like, your sinuses, or something. Give me the panadol, that’ll help.”

“Why are we here? To suffer? When did they make medicine complicated?”

“Why isn’t Ben in here? Ben would shut up when I tell him to.”

“Aw, you would never tell me to shut up, Eddie baby.”

“Shut up. Just, shut up. There.”

Richie pouts. “For that, I’m doing the airplane schtick.”

“Oh, my god,” Eddie groans.

“Open up!” Richie sings, pinching the pill between his thumb and index finger. “Come on, open the airport, here we come! Vrrrrrrrrrrr…”

“I will not, give me that—”

“ Vrrrr... c’mon,, or the little passengers won’t be able to get off in your little mouth!”

“Richie, what the fuck, only you could make this game disgusting.”

“Aw, you love it, Eds,” Richie says, and he pounces on Eddie, tickling his sides. Eddie bursts out laughing, kicking at him, and suddenly they’re kids again, wrestling in a hammock, taking any excuse to touch each other.

Eddie coughs, and the moment stops, his head throbbing from the movement. “Fuck,” he breathes, coughing again, voice raspy. Richie’s up in a second, grabbing the glass of water and placing it in Eddie’s hands.

“Here. Breathe slow, hyperventilating will make it worse, I think.”

“I know how a fucking cold works, Rich—” he says, but another cough rises up.

Richie holds his hand until the coughing fit passes, and then Eddie lies back.

“God, I hate this,” Eddie mumbles, careful not to raise his voice for fear that another coughing fit starts. “I can’t believe I’m stuck in here.”

“Hey, it’ll be great,” Richie says softly, laying next to Eddie and laying his head on his shoulder. “Who wants to be out there skiing when you could be lying bedridden and, fuck, and, uh, bedraggled, with me?”

“I think you think I like you more than I actually do.”

“Aw, I know you love me,” Richie says, and Eddie doesn’t have to look to tell that he’s grinning.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that, man.”

“Oh, I will,” Richie says, and leans over, pressing his lips to Eddie’s.

“I’m sick, dimwit. Deathly.”

“You know I’d risk death for you, Eddie Spaghetti.” Eddie rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning, too, and he leans in and kisses Richie again.

“Fine, I guess I love you,” Eddie concedes.

Richie raises his eyebrows. “That’s two Kaspbraks I’ve heard that from, now.”

“How are you an adult?”

“Get it? Because your mom—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie says, cutting him off. And Richie beams, all scruffy elbows and messy edges and Eddie can’t believe that there could ever be a universe where they hadn’t found each other.

A/N: there's a decent chance that the whole aspirin bit is bullshit,,, i did about five minutes of research on this and some websites said do NOT take aspirin and some said nothing so imma just put it in oops

[gczebos]

19 for adult Reddie pls :)

19. I’ve missed this.

TW - none! Fluffy fun!

God, Richie just wanted to be home.

Being on tour was exhausting as hell, and even though this tour was far shorter than any he’d done Before Derry (his life was split into Before Derry and After Derry now, fuck that Before and After Christ shit fighting a demon clown was way more significant than the birth of a fictional baby), the tour was still longer than he wanted it to be.

And things were different now. Before Derry, he went on tour and came home to a sad and empty house, too big for just one lonely comedian.

After Derry, he had Eddie. And Duchess. And Juliet and Tatum and Lola. (Richie never thought he’d be a father, but every time him and Eddie fostered a child, they ended up adopting as soon as the system would let them.)

Things were different now, and although Richie loved performing for audiences across the United States, all he really wanted was to curl up with his husband, his kiddos, and his dog and watch holiday movies until they all fell asleep.

Who went to see comedy shows on Christmas Eve and Christmas anyway?

Eddie had been furious at first, but so had Richie - his manager said they had to schedule shows for when they’d sell best, and apparently Trashmouth Tozier fans wanted to see him make bad jokes as a holiday gift. His manager Lauren told him to buck up, and use the money to buy the girls the best gifts they’d ever had, and have their own little Christmas a couples days late. Richie thought it was bullshit. Eddie told him to do it anyway, so here he was, in freezing cold Chicago, while his family (his!! family!!) was at home in sunny Los Angeles, celebrating Christmas Eve without him.

He’d finished the show for the night, and even though some old friends had invited him out for drinks, Richie had declined and headed back to the hotel. He had a Skype date with his little ones before they headed to bed.

He logged on to the call, and was immediately met with the giggling faces of Juliet (7 years old, bright red hair that reminded him constantly of Beverly, and the oldest of his three kids) and Lola (4 years old, dark hair paired with bright blue eyes, and currently obsessed with dinosaurs). Tatum and Eddie were missing.

“HI DADDY!” Lola squealed, waving at the screen emphatically. Richie laughed and waved back.

“Hey Loopy, you’re awfully awake. Don’t you know it’s past your bedtime?”

“Not past my beddy time! Papa said!”

Richie raised an eyebrow at this. “Papa said, huh? Juliet, did Papa say bedtime was moved up for some reason?”

Juliet shrugged, but her grin gave her away. “We’re waiting to see Santa.”

Richie’s heart ached. He wished he could be there more than anything. “Well Santa only comes to visit if you’re fast asleep in bed. So the longer you wait up, the less likely it is you’ll see him. Where’s Papa? I wanna make sure he knows the Santa rules.”

Juliet ran off the screen and Richie took in the background for the first time. Normally they Skype from the living room, which is covered in drawings and photos and anything the girls said they wanted on the wall. The wall behind them was blank, and unfamiliar.

“Loopy, whose room are you in?” Lola burst into a fit of giggles, and turned off the Skype call.

Richie immediately panicked, calling Eddie directly from his phone, not his computer. The phone rang a few times, and Richie had already pulled up tickets for a flight home when Eddie picked up.

“Richie -“

“Where are you and Tatum? Loops and Juliet hung up on me and they’re not in the living room and I didn’t get to see you and is everything okay? Is Tatum hurt? What’s -“

“Richie.”

“Eds, come on just tell me what’s going on holy fuck -“

A knock sounded from his hotel room door.

“I don’t need any room service I’m just fine thanks don’t mind me and my mental breakdown!” He shouted at the door before returning to the phone call.

“Daddy don’t have a mental breakdown!” A small voice sounded from the other side of the door, followed by some shushing and “for fucks sake, Loops, you gave us away”, “Tatum just because Daddy talks like that doesn’t mean you can”, and lastly, “ok, Boomer.”

Richie ran to the door and threw it open as fast as he could. There stood Eddie, Juliet, Tatum, Lola, and even Duchess, all decked out in holiday attire.

“You’re here.”

“Of course we’re here, Rich.” Eddie said, stepping forward and kissing his husband gently. “The girls really missed you.”

Richie looked down at his little munchkins. “Did you really miss this guy?” Tatum (6 years old, with black curly hair and big glasses) was the first to tackle him with a hug. The other two joined and Richie toppled over, causing everyone to burst into laughter. Eddie let Duchess down, and soon enough Richie had three little gremlin-angels trying to tickle him, his precious puppy licking his forehead, and Eddie taking a pictures and videos from the doorway.

Once the girls were all tired out and fast asleep in the king-sized bed, Eddie fell asleep shortly after. They’d traveled all day to get there in time, and travel already made Eddie anxious enough with Richie there - so the sleep was well-deserved. Richie snuck out his phone, and snapped a picture of his husband, his kiddos, and his puppy all sleeping in the same bed.

“I’ve missed this.”