#I EVEN SEWED POCKETS INTO THE FLEECE LETS FUCKING GO

[myballsitchaurghouchie]

SUCCESSFULLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO MAKE THE ENTIRETY OF MY GOAT COSPLAY. LOCKING IN FOR THE NEXT 8 MONTHS

[thorniest-rose]

that boy is a monster

reddie ficlet: richie is a hitman who comes back to derry

cw: obsession; unhealthy dynamics; predatory behaviour; dubious consent; violent richie; rough handling; hints of infidelity; marking; bruise kink

Eddie’s locking up when he feels it. A prickling at the back of his neck, like fingers ghosting across his skin. Something’s rotten at the heart of Derry, he’s known that since he was a little boy. But sometimes that feeling gets even stronger. Catches him in moments he doesn’t expect.

It doesn’t help that the clinic is off the main road, tucked toward the end of a small street where the homeless and junkies litter like forgotten toys, where the electricity often goes down, plunging Eddie’s office into inky blackness. 

Just asking for trouble, he thinks, as his skin pebbles.

That’s when he sees it: something shift in the corner of his eye. He whips around in time to see it loping from the shadows. Something long and dark.

“Eddie,” the shadow says. 

Eddie’s throat catches, his fingers clasped white around his keys.

“Richie?”

And there he is. Richie Tozier. With his dark hair and strong jaw, shoulders impossibly broad under his jacket, legs still stupidly long.

“The one and only,” he says, grinning.

Eddie’s heart starts to hammer, his skin suddenly too tight. He stares at Richie, wide-eyed, like a weak-kneed girl from a horror film.

“How’s it going? Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Just thought you might be here.”

Eddie somehow manages to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you,” Richie answers. 

“What?”

It’s been a long time since he last saw Richie. 9 months and 12 days. Not that he’s been counting. Not that every day has hurt.

“I was in town and thought I could take you out for a drink, catch up." 

He’s close now, and smiling that shy, little half-smile he always did, hands tucked into his jacket pockets.

But this isn’t okay. Richie shouldn’t be here. Not outside his clinic at midnight.

"My last patient left two hours ago. Were you out here this entire time?”

Richie looks away bashfully, rubs a hand over the back of his neck.

“I wanted to knock, but I wasn’t sure if you’d let me in.”

“You probably got that right.”

Richie looks Eddie over slowly, eyes glinting behind his glasses. Does that thing where the tip of his tongue pokes out between his front teeth.

“You look good, Eddie.” 

“One of has to. You look like shit.”

They both know that’s a lie. But Eddie’s trying his best not to look at Richie too closely. Tries not to look at the dark stubble, at his strong hands. At his cut-glass jawline, or the way his crooked smile is making him feel woozy. 

“You wound me, Doctor Kaspbrak,” Richie says, placing a hand over his heart. “At least I’m not bleeding over you this time.”

A lick of that first night comes back. Richie stabbed in the side, bleeding wildly as he falls into the clinic. Eddie’s nimble fingers sewing him back up, telling him, no, you can’t light a cigarette in here, are you a complete trash fire?

He swallows again. Fuck.

“You didn’t tell me what you were doing back in Derry.”

“I did. I said I came to see you.”

“You came all the way from LA to see me? Kinda long trip.”

“Well I heard the peppermint hot chocolate in Maine was a dream. Remembered a certain someone who liked it.”

And Eddie could speak but he doesn’t trust himself. Not with the way his fingers tremble around his keys, the way Richie is watching the pale arch of his neck.

Richie clears his throat; it comes out like a growl.

“So how about that drink? I’m freezing my ass off. Is that bar still here, the one you like over on Maple? We could find a cosy spot.” 

For one tiny second, Eddie’s tempted, and that frightens him more than anything.

“That’s not a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

Richie steps closer, getting up into Eddie’s space, making him stumble a step back.

“Maybe you should spell it out for me then.”

“Let’s not do this, Richie. I don’t want to play games.”

Richie huffs through his nose, comes even closer. And Eddie feels a clench of fear in his stomach. He wonders if he could unlock the door and get inside, if he would have time to run to the road. If he’d have any chance at all.

But he doesn’t have time to wonder too hard because Richie’s touching him, sliding a hand around his waist. It makes his brain stutter.

“I missed you, Eddie,” he breathes, voice low. “I missed you so fucking much, baby. Thought about you every day.”

Eddie’s gut clenches.

“Don’t call me that. You have no right,” he bites.

“I know I don’t. But I’m here to make it up to you.”

“I don’t want you to make it up to me, Richie. I don’t want anything from you.”

He goes to push Richie away, but the other man just presses closer, backing him up hard so he’s caught between Richie and the clinic door.

“Richie, stop.”

“I told you I wouldn’t be gone forever, just had to get those guys off my back.”

Eddie looks at him sharply.

“What did you do?”

“Doesn’t matter. What does is that they’re never gonna bother us again. I made sure of that. No one’s going to come after us.”

And Eddie believes him. Because if it’s one thing he knows about Richie, one thing that cuts through all the lies he spun, is that he’s really good at killing people.

“It doesn’t matter, I still don’t want you.”

“Liar,” Richie whispers, nosing along Eddie’s cheek, breath jungle hot against his skin. And Eddie just can’t help it, can’t help tilting his head back as Richie scrapes his face along Eddie’s neck, making his skin prick hot and pink.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Show me how much you missed me.”

“No,” Eddie moans, but then Richie’s mouth is at his ear.

“I keep thinking about the night we spent together,” he says, and it’s that raspy voice he used in bed, the one that made him ache all over. “The way you looked under me, how you felt when I finally got inside you.”

“Richie, stop it,” he tries, cutting off into a moan as Richie dips beneath his jumper to trail cold fingertips across his waist.

“I’m seeing someone now,” he blurts, desperation souring his voice.

That makes Richie back up a little, not completely, but enough to put some space between them. And maybe it’s a bit of a lie, Greg has only taken him out twice. Once for coffee, and once for a walk along the lake at twilight, but it had been nice. Pleasant. The complete opposite of what he had experienced with Richie.

“Oh yeah? Who’s that?”

“You think I’m telling you?”

“And you think I care?”

“What?”

“Think I give a fuck that you’re seeing some small-town douche bag? What is he? Some accountant who thinks getting sexy is wearing a fucking fleece vest?”

Eddie sees red. 

“You don’t know shit, asshole. Get the fuck off me.” His hands come up to shove him away, but that’s when Richie kisses him.

It’s a hard crush of a kiss, as savage and open as a bite. It’s the opposite of the kisses Eddie saw on TV growing up. Where women opened up like petals under a gentle touch. Richie kisses like he’s starving. Like he hasn’t eaten since the moment he last saw Eddie. He gasps when Richie gets his bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it, crushing it candy-apple red. As soon as his mouth opens, Richie’s pushing his tongue inside, lapping up his cries.

And Eddie knows this is too much, knows he should stop him, but he just can’t. Because Richie’s tongue is hot and wet in his mouth, and his chest is clenching hard beneath his fingers. Eddie’s fingers scrabble against Richie’s shirt to push him away, but he’s falling deep into the chasm of his kiss. Can’t think properly with the way Richie holds him, arms as tight as a vice.

Richie tastes like smoke and something darker. Like the thick ooze of molasses his aunts would pour over pancakes when he was a child. When he finally breaks away, Eddie gasps, embarrasses himself by trying to chase after his mouth.

Richie smirks at him.

“I’m right here, baby, don’t you worry.”

He pushes his nose against Eddie’s jaw until he gets the hint and arches his neck against his mouth. And Richie’s latching onto him like an animal. Eddie falls back against the door; shivers as Richie sucks hard at his skin before scraping his teeth along the vein in his neck, where his pulse trips like a rabbit in a trap.

Eddie goes boneless, his body liquid. He hears a distant moaning, high-pitched and wanton, and wonders if it’s him.

“God I couldn’t forget the way you tasted,” Richie groans as he sucks a bruise into his neck. It hurts, too vicious to be sweet, and he knows there’ll be a huge purple mark there when he wakes up in the morning. 

“How long did it take for my marks to fade, huh?” Richie whispers against his spit-slick skin. “Fuck, you were covered in them when I left.”

“I don’t know,“ Eddie says, his voice wreaked. "Some of them took weeks. One on my thigh took forever. Would press my fingers against it just to feel you.”

“Fuck,” Richie hisses, shoves his knee between Eddie’s thighs.

Richie breaks away finally, makes Eddie look at him with a firm grasp on his chin.

“I’m at a motel just outside of town. Come with me. Or I could come to yours, whatever. Wanna destroy that little body of yours again.”

Images of them together flash through Eddie’s head, Richie getting him down and pushing inside, the motel mattress buckling under his back. Memories come hot on their heels. The bodies, the bullets. How dark Richie’s eyes were when he saw him naked, the way his kisses always tasted a little of blood.

The thought breaks through the haze, the pictures evaporating like mist.

“I said no, Richie,” and this time he catches Richie off guard, shoves him away. “Get the fuck out of here, I mean it.”

Richie stares at him, his breath a hot gust in the winter cold.

“Eddie, don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I promised I’d never let you touch me again,” he says, voice chattering. “So get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.”

And Eddie thinks that might be it. That he might finally be rid of him. Even if there’s a part of him that calls out. The one that’s been lonely for Richie every night since he left Derry. Despite knowing what he is. What he does for a living.

But Richie just smiles in the way he always does. Like he can see inside him.

“Always such a spitfire,” he says, rubbing his sleeve across his chin, where it’s covered in Eddie’s spit. “Okay, I get the hint. I’ll be at the Derry motel for the rest of the week if you change your mind.”

“I don’t care where you are, Richie. I never want to see you again.”

Richie digs a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. Lights one without ever taking his eyes off Eddie; as cool as a cucumber even with the long, thick outline of his erection visible through his dark jeans.  

“Sure, baby, your choice. Anyway,” he takes a drag and exhales slowly. “I hope your new boyfriend likes the mark I left on you.”

And with that he’s gone, walking down the street and back into the shadows.

“I’ll see you around, Eddie.” 

He leaves Eddie crumpled against the door, his heart beating a heavy staccato beat. Breathing hard, fists clenches at his sides. He palms the mark on his neck, feels his swollen bottom lip and tries not to fall down. Wonders if he can get through the next week without seeing Richie again. Because there’s something rotten at the heart of Derry, and Richie might be the darkest thing of all.

[keezree]

okay here i am with more wizardmon head cannons because why the hell not amirite?some are NSFW ish?? but tame enough i guess?

-Wizardmon canonically can preform simple sleight of hand tricks (rabbit out of a hat, paper into doves etc.) So he sometimes will approach you at random with a cough to get your attention then he’ll do a fucking BOW, FLIP OFF HIS HAT WITH FLAIR AND THEN PULL OUT A BOUQUET OF FLOWERS FOR YOU HOLY SHIT! -(he will always pull out your favourite flowers, he asked you a while back but you forgot and to this day you still think he just magically knows what sorts of flowers you like. he insists it IS just magic) - he WILL say “ta-dah!” The goof. -he will also do card tricks with you amongst other magic tricks. Some of them are actual magic because there’s no way he could have hidden that coin in your pocket. he was nowhere near you, he didn’t even touch you gosh! -He believes that this sort of “show” magic is just as important as magicky magic -He has a bit of a prankster side to him according to the wiki so he’ll do little pranks and things, nothing dangerous but just really silly things that he knows he can get away with. he doesn’t want to upset you and knows you wouldn’t get upset with him really but he wouldn’t want to risk it.  -you wake up one day and open your fridge and all the words on the packaging of things has been charmed to read “Hello there :D” -if he draws or writes the :D face then it always has little stitches on it somehow even if he types it electronically. 

- When he learns about april fools day he loses it and now it’s his favourite day besides halloween because you’re SUPPOSED TO PRANK PEOPLE WHAT A CONCEPT!

- He also canonically can read minds and so when you’re together or you look at him and a lewd thought crosses your mind he sort of just turns to you with this awful smug grin with this “really?” look in his eyes. - He will tease you about these things by feigning intimacy. he’ll pretend like he’s going to caress your leg or butt but then he’ll go to grab something else, a book behind you perhaps? (reaching towards your posterior) “well now, here’s something i’d love to get my hands on...This pencil, luckily it was right there behind you!” he sometimes magically makes an item behind you, sometimes impossibly large, how was that giant tome behind you??? it wasn’t there before? He’s doing on purpose! the goof! -when it comes to actual intimacy he’s such a shy mon! he’s interested but he gets so flustered!  -Is unaware what intercourse is for humans and so you have to explain it and you get flustered and OH! You little goof ball you know what it is you’re just trying to tease me again! His grin is too big to hide.  - You ask one day to hold his ungloved hand and it’s probably the most intimate thing he’ll do without being too shy.  -Digimon supposedly have no reproductive organs however Wizardmon can learn transformation magic so he could give himself bits! Or perhaps because of Wizardmons unique nature he may have them already? Or this is an alternate universe where they do have genitals and ??? I don’t know i just like the idea of Wizardong being able to be a thing! -Never in a million years call it wizardong because he will either completely lose it laughing or he will never want to expose it again because he’ll never get the word out of his head. -He finds it hilarious if you call them bits because that is a currency in the digital world. -Despite how hard he tries it still has stitches on it ( if he uses magic to form genitals) -You have to take it sloooow with him. You must woo this mon with romance and candles and maybe incense and soft pillows.  -Treat him gentle! soft kisses! cuddles! praise and hugs! He’s nervous and shy and he never, NEVER shows himself to anybody but he cares for you and wants to be close to you in any way and every way and wants to be a part of you so much but goodness! He so shy it’s so adorable. -He trusts you completely, you’d never hurt him or take advantage of him and that makes him love you all the more. -He’s not really the type to pussyfoot around things. if he has to say something he will. Like if someone is a cruel being or if he notices that there’s something wrong and you need help but good grief this guy has the hardest time saying sweet things to you.  -The day he says “i love you” is such a big moment and he’s maybe shaking a little? though not enough for you to see, he grips his staff tightly to hide his hands trembling. he either looks anywhere but your face or looks directly into your eyes because if he chooses neither of these things to focus on he knows that the words won’t escape his mouth.  -It has taken him weeks to work up the courage to say it because it feels so FINAL and he’s worried perhaps you’ll go seperate ways one day? (you won’t) and what if he’s only a crush to you? (he’s not) and all of these things whirl around inside his head but damn it if the world is going to end one day and he has found you in this lifetime then that MEANS something and he’s going to ACT on those feelings. enough is enough. he’s done arguing with himself. -The day he does say it seems all planned out. you know something is up but you’re not quite sure what. You trust that if he needs to say something or if he’s doing something then it’s probably best just to play along.  -He knows you know, or maybe it’s just his nerves. Now he HAS to say it, there’s no backing out. -when you say it back there’s this huge weight lifted off his shoulders and that’s that. you say it to each other almost every morning and every night now. but in whispers. No one else hears because he wants only your ears to hear it. (help my heart! fuck what am i doing to myself) -he really likes onesies, like adult onesies that can be animal forms with hoods or high collars on them because they are like his suit but some of them are fleece? and you buy one for him one day when he gets uncomfortable being outside his suit when it’s being washed and he LOVES IT AND ITS SO SOFT AND NOW MAYBE HE WON’T TAKE IT OFF AND WEAR THIS INSTEAD OF HIS SUIT! GOSH DANG IT!  -It has stars or moons or both and he ?????? It’s bLUEEE?? He can change it’s colour too if he wants woah!!!  -He charms the moons and stars to shift around sometimes just for fun or practice or to see if you notice and when you do you’re enthralled and he’s happy he was able to make you smile gosh! DANG IT GOSH! -It’s so soft on him and you want to hug him all the time now. Well you did before but now he’s extra cuddly. -He is so smooool. he’s officially 4′9′’ I believe? -you can pick him up -you do pick him up! -He hates it, how embarrassing! -He loves it, you can carry him bridal style and he SHY??? -”Do you really have to keep picking me up? sigh... Well I suppose I’m in no position to stop you. If this is what you want.” he tilts his hats brim down to hide his smile -He can heal himself by stitching himself up? -If you know how to sew you will help him with places he can’t reach well, like his back.  -He’s a bit embarrassed that you want to help him and if he has to take off any part of his suit to let you then he demands a blanket or uses his cape to cover himself. Even if you have been intimate or have seen his bare form before he will still always cover up.  -He will never go swimming with you because he can’t. however if you take him to the beach and you’re in your swimwear he is completely torn between being unable to look away while at the same time he’s frustrated with himself that he’s ogling you. “Get it together mon! Geez! they’re not some piece of meat to be stared down hungrily. but...their butt is really nic-NO STOP!”  -If and only if you were ever somehow alone swimming, maybe perhaps might maybe perchance he would TRY swimming but. BUT.  he.would.wear.FLOATIES! those arm floaties that go around your biceps and he’d be a wretch about it the whole time, staring at them. no, glaring at them but you can’t help but think it’s cute and he KNOWS you think its cute and he’s “okay no that’s it I’m getting out of the water now. I’m perfectly fine over here on the towel.” -he gets back in because you’re there and jeez help your little heart he’s so fricken cute.  -He needs five towels to dry off because he absorbed some of the water because he is made of fabric poor thing. Lord help him if he ever spills any sort of dark pigmented liquid on himself. -luckily he can use his magic to remove the stains. he’s had practice taking care of his plush doll body. -you want to call him nicknames and sweet endearing names but the only one you can think of is DOLL AND IS THAT VERY APPROPRIATE MAYBE JUST STICK WITH WIZZ??? he might get MAD or worse SAAAD! oh no! AHHH that’s it for now i need to go eat food and I have so many more but this is it for the second episode of mel rambles about plush wizard boy. tune in next time for another exciting episode of god damn it help my little heart this stitched little wizard fella gives me such complex feelings that it hurts but i love it anywaaaay okay byeeeee i love you  and SEND ME YOUR HEAD CANNONS IF YOU HAVE ANY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! i need to hear about him all the time forever this is so unhealthy but i don’t caaaare he is my fuel that keeps my spirits fire ignited! He is like the night skyyyyy every time you look up at the stars each night it’s almost like you’re seeing it for the first time no matter how many times you look at it, it always feels new and magical and he gives me that exact same feeeeeling! hELP ME!  i would use that line on him! For real i would nd i would WIN HIS HEART...CORE???YeAH! stop it mel fuck ok bye