#Reddie sick fic

[reddie-fangirl24]

The sound of retching echoed through the silent house, each guttural heave punctuating the darkness. Richie Tozier's body convulsed as he emptied the contents of his stomach into the porcelain bowl, but tried to be as quiet as he could. Eddie slept peacefully in the bedroom after having a rather rough day in physical therapy.

His head spinning, and his limbs feeling weak and heavy, Richie had gone to bed earlier that night feeling crummy. He was trying to hide it from Eddie, but Eddie knew him all too well.

Richie's heart sank as he thought about Eddie. He feared germs and illness. And he was lying next to him in bed. He should have known better! Any type of bacteria gave him panic attacks. Eddie’s mother nailed that fear into him as a child. His mother wouldn’t let him out of his room for a week if Eddie so much as sneezed. Richie detested that woman for yanking him by the arm to appointment after appointment speaking with doctors who were more concerned about her than her son.

Oh, Eddie was going to be so livid with him that he slept with him while he was sick. He was still healing from his injuries after all. The mere thought of Eddie seeing him in this state filled him with even more guilt.

In a moment of panic, Richie stood up on his heavy legs, and stumbled out of the bathroom with a sour smell, past the peaceful sleeping Eddie, and into the guest bedroom where he collapsed onto the bed, trembling.

Feeling himself sweating, and his stomach rumbling like a volcano, Richie pulled the covers up. He wanted Eddie to cuddle with him, but sadly that wouldn’t happen. He’d let this pass until he was better.

“Richie? Richie?” He heard someone, shaking him awake.

Opening his tired eyes, light seeped through the drapes in the room. Cuddled up in the blankets, but he still wasn’t warm enough, there was Eddie with a worried look staring down at his sickly form.

"Eddie," Richie croaked weakly, his voice barely audible.

“What’s the matter? I was worried when you weren’t in bed?” Eddie pushed back the hair on his head, feeling his head. “You don’t look well. Your forehead is warm.”

Richie loved feeling Eddie’s warm hand against his chilled body. He just wanted to wrap himself up in Eddie’s arms, but he resisted the feeling. “I got sick last night.”

Eddie’s eyes completely melted. “Why didn’t you wake me? How long have you been feeling like this?”

That wasn’t the reaction Richie expected, believing that Eddie would lecture him about being sick. "I'm sorry... I just... I don't feel well.”

Kneeling down beside the bed, Eddie reached out and gently brushed a sweaty lock of hair off Richie's forehead. "You don't have to apologize, Richie," he said softly. "I'm here for you. Always."

Richie's body shook with silent sobs, his emotions overwhelming him like a tidal wave. Tears streamed down his face, the weight of his vulnerability and fear had become too much to bear, unbearable sobs wracking his body.

Eddie watched in surprise as Richie's tears fell, his heart aching at the sight of his boyfriend in such misery. Without hesitation, he moved closer and wrapped his arms around Richie, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Richie," Eddie murmured, his voice filled with concern and tenderness. "What's wrong? Talk to me, please."

But Richie's sobs only grew louder, making it difficult for him to form coherent words. He clung to Eddie as if his life depended on it, seeking comfort and reassurance in the warmth of their embrace.

Eddie's own eyes welled up with tears as he held Richie. He had seen Richie vulnerable on rare occasions, mainly when they were kids, but since their reunion in Derry, they’d now been dating for almost three months, and he discovered just how fragile Richie’s heart was, seeking needed solace. He just had a hard time finding the words to talk about his insecurities.

Gently, Eddie stroked Richie's sweaty hair, offering support and love, holding Richie, letting him know that he was there, that he would always be there. "I’ve got you, Richie,” Eddie whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Richie clung to Eddie even tighter, his cries gradually subsiding. He took shaky breaths, finding solace in the rise and fall of Eddie's chest against his own. As Richie's tears began to subside, he slowly pulled back, looking into Eddie's eyes. His face was streaked with tears, but there was a glimmer of relief in his gaze.

"I'm sorry, Eddie," Richie managed to say, his voice hoarse. "I... I didn't mean to fall apart like that." He also never had a stable relationship like this where someone who loved him was there to comfort him, let alone take care of him. It was so new, but he didn’t have the energy to voice that right now.

Eddie shook his head gently, his hands cupping Richie's face. "You have nothing to apologize for, Richie," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Are you worried about me? I’m trying as best as I can to overcome my fears. But don’t ever think that you can’t come to me for help, okay?”

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Richie's lips as he leaned into Eddie's touch. "Thank you, Eds," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude and affection. "I'm lucky to have you."

Eddie's heart swelled with love, and he pressed a gentle kiss to Richie's forehead. "I'll always be here when you need it."

They stayed in their embrace for a while. Richie's tears had ceased, feeling calm, knowing that Eddie would always be here for him.

[chiniichee]

how many ‘ur mom’ jokes can teenage richie tozier make in a fanfic before it’s overkill, i wonder solemnly…

[ferretonfire]

REDDIE SHIPPERS IF UR STILL OUT THERE I HAVE RECS FOR U!!!

i present to u: my favorite reddie fics that i've accumulated over the years

hey there demons (its me, ya boy) - dharmainitiative its a buzzfeed unsolved au and its so silly

any fic by dumpsterbeagle but specifically "im talking head first heavy baby, cellar dive" bcs its sooooo good it makes me twirl my hair and kick my legs

hello, stranger - trashmouthrobin as it was the first reddie fic i ever read and it holds a special place in my heart <3

richie tozier versus the flu - loserchildhotpants bcs sick fics r cute

we don't talk about it (we don't have the time) - theletter_a its quite possibly my all time favorite reddie fic (enemies to lovers waterpolo au??? so random but SO GOOD)

i was born a believer, i believe in the way you call me - stormysirens my other fav reddie fic its just so cute and so well written

literally ANY FIC by Car on ao3 every ove ive read so far slaps 🙏😭 two i read recently were Pants On Fire and Cooking Up Trouble but there are so many more

these r all the SFW ones but if u guys want NSFW recs i can do those too :P

[watchoutforthefanfics]

achievement unlocked 🔓 (part fourteen) || Streamer AU! Reddie (IT)

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: this prompt + BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish

Summary: Richie liked to play video games, and by some stroke of luck, it became his job. Being primarily known as Trashmouth on stream, he found his own little group of streamer friends and they became intertwined: The Losers Club. It never did feel quite complete, though. Well, until, he got his very own backseat gamer in chat.

TWs: innuendos, lots of talk of sex (it's Richie), cursing, brief mention of toxic relationships, and shameless flirting.

[[A/N: Fun fact, the songs I use in this fic are based on me shuffling my playlist and what comes up so. Enjoy :))]]

Richie was kinda sick of the road.

It was the fourth morning, and he thought he was in Oklahoma. Maybe.

The state sign was a few hours back, and Richie's mind was kinda melting. Just interstate, miles and miles of roads and cars, and luckily, changing trees and skies. Otherwise, his brain was definitely on low power mode: not tired, but in a mental capacity kinda way.

Eddie was doing something, or so he assumed. So currently, he was listening to music to try and keep him sane.

"Can I call you Rose?" Richie muttered along, switching lanes (his exit was coming up), "-'Cause your fragrance takes over the room."

🎵 Can I call you Rose?🎵

"Darling~" Richie got more into it, tapping along the steering wheel, "-I wanna-"

A chime echoed through the speakers, cutting off the music. Richie blinked, turning to his phone: e.kaspbrak is trying to videochat.

Quickly, Richie adjusted the angle to face him more, and answered.

"Hiya, Eds," he spoke, in a cliché New Yorker accent, "-What can I do for ya?"

He flicked his eyes to the camera and caught Eddie setting his phone up and stepping back -holding up two shirts. He looked like he was in a store, one where no one would mind if he took up a little space.

The traffic halted in place, and Richie would normally be pissed but he had Eddie now. So, he was completely fine with it. Grateful even.

"Which one's better?" Eddie asked, holding up one and then the other, "The blue or the pink?"

Richie's eyes lingered on the phone for maybe a second too long, because-

"Look at the road, fuckface," Eddie chastised.

"Traffic is completely stopped, Eddie baby," Richie soothed, nearly immediately, "-I am perfectly safe. Plus, how am I supposed to help if I can't look?"

Eddie's lips pressed into a thin frown.

Richie took the moment to skim over Eddie, he was dressed like he was on a run (he assumed he was). Wearing a red tanktop and running shorts, Richie couldn't decide if it was hot or cute. Eddie was a mixture of both in his mind, honestly. And then his eyes flicked to the shirts, simple ones, one tanktop with a graphic on it (Kirby, Richie thinks), and the other a simple baby blue t-shirt with a white collar and sleeve cuffs.

"Whichever you want, Eds," Richie spoke, passively, "-They're both good."

Eddie frowned again, pushing them forward further, "I asked you, dipshit. I want your opinion. Which one?"

Richie pursed his lips, eyes dashing to the road (still stagnant), before snapping back over to the phone. He really looked at the two of them, really fucking looking. Because that's what Eddie wanted, and Richie wanted to do what Eddie wanted for the rest of his life, probably. Taking a minute, he imagined Eddie in each one individually. He could picture Eddie pretty clearly now, honestly; he felt like he knew him like the back of his hand.

Blue with white collar, Richie's mind tsked, graphic pink tanktop.

"Blue," he answered succinctly (Eddie nodded and put the pink tanktop out of frame), and asked, curiously, "-and why exactly did you need my opinion, Eds?"

Eddie picked up his phone, as Richie looked forward and watched the cars begin to move -he shifted all of his focus. Eyeing the exit he needed to get off on, Richie waited patiently for Eddie's response.

"You're my boyfriend, dipshit," Eddie remarked, "-I want you to like how I fucking look."

"Eds, you could wear a neon jumpsuit that was so bright it burnt my fucking corneas," Richie laughed, pulling off onto the new road (GPS said something about turning left so he did), "-and I would still love the shit out of you."

"I didn't say you wouldn't love me," Eddie clarified, pointedly, "-I said that I wanted you to like how I look. I know you fucking love me, but that doesn't mean I can't like... fucking please your tastes or some shit."

"Awe," Richie cooed, "-Eds wants to please my tastes-"

"Shut the fuck up, asshole, you know what I mean-" Eddie huffed out, exasperated, "-Like I like your hair this length. If you cut it short, I'd fucking kill you."

"You like my hair?" Richie laughed, "-The monster that just fucking sits on my head? The shit I don't even try to take care of? The-"

"Yes," Eddie interrupted, "-I fucking love your curls. Even though you don't give a shit about them, I will. I'll figure that shit out, and take care of them. Because you're never getting fucking rid of them, ever."

I want you to be here to stop me, forever. God, I would do fucking anything-

"Salon Eds," Richie chimed, in an infomercial sort of way, "-where you don't give a fuck, but he does."

"That's not... Whatever, the point is-" Eddie continued, "-I want to hear your opinion, just like you want to hear mine."

"I don't even have a fucking opinion on myself, Eddie baby," Richie laughed out, winking exaggeratively, "-I am completely moldable. In more than one way too, if you know what I'm saying-"

"Shut up," Eddie laughed out, and Richie wished he could look. God, he fucking loved him, "-You're such an asshole."

The rest of the ride was a lot of the same, just bickering and Eddie stayed on the entire time. Or well, did his best to. Richie could tell when he was getting tired, he got really fucking giggly (at least with Richie) and couldn't properly focus. So, when he noticed it, he'd send Eddie off to bed, refusing to entertain shit ("Someone wise once told me that not sleeping fucks with your brain function, Eds.") until he heard Eddie's little tiny snores -so quiet you wouldn't even catch it in person, probably. Richie somehow hoped he could.

Eddie had just fallen asleep (he was only an hour ahead of him at this point), and Richie was picking at his fingernails. His phone laid along the mattress, somewhere near his left hand. He just fidgeted and stared at the ceiling -thinking.

This was a big fucking deal, and the last time Richie made a big fucking deal in a relationship, his heart ended up splattered on the fucking sidewalk. It wasn't that he didn't trust Eddie, he did but it's just... It's a different wheelhouse to be with Richie all the time, not just in the moderation Eddie had.

Steve would probably say the same thing about this shit, that it's how he's wired and they're trying to change it but it's okay if it still seeps out sometimes. Because yeah, Richie was working on it, but he still felt... like shit.

He believed that Eddie really fucking liked who he was (loved it actually, indirectly said but still). He really fucking did. But that doesn't mean he, himself, does. And Eddie was fucking helping, constantly reassuring him and saying the shit that Richie just needed to hear. He really didn't know how Eddie did it, but he did. But still, this shit in him was rooted deep. Probably as soon as his fucking sister was born-

Ding.

benny.boy.official ✔️

hope you're having fun rich !!!

send pictures with Eddie when you get there ☺️

Richie stared at the message for a second.

Ben. Sweet, grounding, kind, Ben. Ben who would do everything in his power to believe the good in somebody, even if everything they fucking did was bad. And it wasn't even like he was naive, he just... he just believed the shit out of it.

Richie clicked call before he second guess it.

"Hi, Richie!" He chimed, soft and warm (always was), "-How's the trip going? 2 more days, right?"

"Heya, Benny," he smiled back, naturally relaxing at the sound of him, "-and yeah, tomorrow is the start of the fifth day. Only one more after that, and then I finally fucking get Eds."

"I know!" Ben grinned, and Richie heard the murmur of maybe a movie in the background, "-I'm so happy for you two. It's amazing, really, Eddie's so excited, I can tell."

"Yeah?" Richie asked, genuinely.

"Oh yeah," Ben reassured, "-We went to get coffee this morning and I've never seen him smile so much, Rich."

Richie's heart flipped in his chest (he hoped it never stopped doing that), and he grinned so brightly that it hurt. If he was on his stomach he might've been kicking his feet. Fuck, he really loved him. He hoped with everything in him that Eddie wouldn't get sick of him physically, god, please-

"Ben," he spoke, "-can I ask you a question?"

"'Course, Richie," he answered, maybe a little concerned, "-what's up?"

"Is... Do you think-" Richie started before exhaling a breath, "-Do you think I should be worried?"

"About what?" Ben asked, curiously.

"Well, um, everything," Richie laughed a little, nervous, "-I don't... There's no hesitation in my body about Eddie, seriously, not a fucking shred. But... What if it's different for him?"

Ben questioned further, "What do you mean?"

"What if Eddie's... not sure? Or-" Richie scrambled, "-what if he meets me in person and I... I scare him away? It's one thing to text and call me but to constantly be around me? I don't-"

"Richie, breathe," Ben interrupted, calmly.

Richie obediently did so. A long breath echoed out of his lungs, and his heart slowed.

"Okay, now," Ben began, gently, "-has Eddie ever told you that he's not sure? Or that he's hesitant?"

Richie pressed his lips together, "Well, no, but-"

"Rich, Eddie would tell you stuff like that," Ben cut him off, "-He's very straightforward, you know that."

Richie sighed, "Okay, yeah, so he's not hesitating. But... whose to say it won't be too much for him? All my shit."

"Richie, he's dating you. He cares about you," Ben hummed, "-You guys know each other inside and out because you want to learn it all. Both of you do. I don't think Eddie's going to run."

"But what if he does?" Richie asked, pathetically, "-I can't... Ben, if he can't handle me, I'm fucked. I don't think I can-"

"If anyone can handle you, it's Eddie," Ben laughed a little, before adding, "-except for maybe Stan and Patty."

Richie laughed a little too.

"The point being, if-" Ben made sure to stress that word, "-and I really don't think this would happen, okay? But if Eddie couldn't handle you, you'll be okay. It'll hurt, but all of us Losers will be here for you. Worst case scenario, you have us."

He let a breath rattle out of his lungs, "Yeah, I do."

"But Richie, I really don't think you should even think like that," Ben spoke, carefully, "-Eddie really, really cares about you."

"I know," Richie sighed out.

"I don't think he'd even want to leave your side, honestly," Ben hummed, "-When you're finally united, I don't think that Eddie will want to leave you alone again. Ever."

Richie pressed his lips together, as tears burned the backs of his eyes.

"Eddie's not gonna run, Richie," Ben echoed again. His voice soft and warm, it made Richie's head clear and eyes grow heavy.

"Yeah," Richie exhaled a deep breath, "-he won't."

He could almost hear the smile through the line, Ben's little soft one. The one that if you saw would make your insides feel gooey, because it was just so fucking kind. God.

"I love you, Benny," Richie spoke, light and scratchy.

"I love you too, Rich."

"Now," Richie switched gears, grinning, "-about Ms. Marsh-"

Richie woke up that morning lighter, Ben's words thrumming through his head. He was up, miraculously, at 7:30 (all these timezones were really fucking with his sleep schedule). And was currently debating getting ready and heading out early. Because he couldn't exactly wait, or sit still, it was fucking impossible for Richie Tozier. He was itching to fucking go, to shave down some of the hours to get to Eddie.

If he left early though, Eddie would probably freak out though (something about hours of sleep and blah, blah). So, he just decided to grab his phone and fidget with it for a while.

Richie liked to search himself up, he'll admit it. He liked to dive into his fandom like a super spy (like the boss working undercover in that one show). He did it for a lot of reasons, maybe to see what his fans wanted or what they were reacting well to. Sometimes just to see what shit they were up to. This usually spanned from a lot of different platforms: Instagram, YouTube (he loved watching edited compilations of himself), Reddit, and Tumblr primarily.

Today, his poison was Reddit.

r/trashmouthtozier

u/trashmeuptozy • 4d

What are our theories about Richie's disappearance?

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toziers-texas-toast • 4 days ago

personally I think he's u-hauling

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reddie-girlie • 3 days ago

all I know is that it probably involves 🍝

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bouncing-baby-boy • 3 days ago

guys don't worry he's just on a side quest

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not_on_my_crotch • 2 days ago

fucking ur mom

edit: ur dad sorry

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Richie pursed his lips, letting out a sigh (a little of relief), he was actually kinda worried about the reception of him just up and leaving. But, they seemed to be handling it relatively well. They obviously had questions, as they should, but they weren't harassing him for answers, so it was good.

r/trashmouthtozier

u/tozier_babeyyyy • 2 hrs ago

Reddie Playing Minecraft (link)

my first ever reddie comp !!! Hope you guys enjoy :)

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Richie stared at it for a second, before clicking the link. Maybe a little too quickly, they could have his IP address right now-

"Alright troops-"

And then it was off like a rocket, every single moment they spoke to each other -documented. He watched the village section more than once, of his own doing, just rewinding and watching it over and over. Watching Eddie shuffle behind him, like he'd known he'd protect him. God. What a stupid fucking way to feel about a game-

It carried on the same, all the moments he remembers (he doesn't think he can ever forget anything about Eddie to be fair) all the way up to the end of his stream. He watched himself do his outro, Eddie's Steve fidgeting with chests on his screen.

Laughing a little, he went to get out of the video, but-

BONUS ROUND: spaghetti talking about Richie to the other losers, flashed onto his screen -some very fast-paced royalty-free music following.

Richie paused for a second, what?

Now, he was looking at a clip from Bev's stream. Her camera up in the top right corner, Richie mindlessly noted that she had looked very pretty that day, good for her. Before focusing on her screen, where just a few steps in front of her Steve (Eddie) was watching Richie run around in circles with Bill. The iron golem, at that moment (it flicked between Bill and himself), was chasing him around the outskirts of the village.

"If he dies," Eddie suddenly spoke, and he watched Bev adjust her vision in the game to look at it, "-he doesn't like... Nothing bad happens, right?"

Richie smiled, gleaming a little bit.

"Nope," Bev smiled, bright, and popped the 'p', "-Worst-case scenario, he ends up back where we started and has to get back to us-"

Richie watched as Bill was suddenly launched into space and the chat snapped onto their screen.

big.bill was slain by an iron golem

He laughed a little at the memory.

"-Just like Bill will have to do now."

"Oh," Eddie responded, still watching Richie get chased around the village with a keen eye. Was he always looking at me?

"C'mon, Eddie," Bev interrupted, "-Let's steal some crops, and then we can tear down their houses for resources-"

"We sound like fucking colonizers," Eddie retorted, and both Bev and Richie started snort laughing in tandem.

And then, he was looking at Mike's screen, facing out onto the flower field. Eddie was stood right beside him, so he knew relatively when this was. Even heard himself a little distantly in the background.

"I'm staying here. I'm living here. My vote's for here-"

Mike was close to Eddie though, so now, he could hear Eddie laugh a little. A soft, sort of affectionate, of all things, laugh that made Richie's head spin a little. Okay, a lot. It made his head spin a lot.

Affectionate? For Richie Tozier? Praise fucking god-

"He's such an idiot," Eddie laughed out.

"In general? Definitely," Mike responded, laughing a little too, "-But for you? God help his brain cells."

"Yeah, well," Eddie spoke, soft, "-I'm an idiot for him to, so."

Ben interrupted the thought, "I agree, it's-"

And then, it cut again to Ben's stream, he was wandering over to where Eddie started building -assumedly from the direction of Bev's house. Unsurprisingly, Richie might add. He was half convinced they shared that house, actually-

"Do you think Richie will like it?" Eddie asked suddenly, Ben shuffling up to his side.

Richie grinned a little.

Ben grinned, big cheeks shot up with the warm motion, before adjusting his vision to see the frame that Eddie had built. It wasn't much, just the corners of each wall, but it was very meticulously done. Different blocks (which it should be said that Richie fetched him) all placed in their exact spot. It was pretty good for his second time playing, honestly. But, he might've been a little biased.

"It's really nice, Eddie," Ben chimed, cheerfully, "-but I do think you could build it out of dirt and Richie would still be stoked."

Very true, his mind agreed.

"I wanna actually put effort in," Eddie replied, flustered (Richie could see his cheeks all puffed up in his head), "-It's our house. Ya know? It's gotta be good."

"I think," Ben smiled, "-As long as you're in it Eddie, Richie will think it's good."

Eddie stayed quiet for a second, looking out at the house, staring. Richie waited with a breath.

"You're such a fucking sap, Ben," Eddie retorted, with no bite at all.

"Yeah, well, apparently," Ben turned to look at him, laughing, "-you are too."

And then, Eddie spoke softly, "Yeah, I am too."

Just like that, it cut to an end card. Subscribe button, next video and all.

Richie blinked, throwing himself back on the bed. Fuck, I love him. So much. Too much probably. Was he supposed to love somebody this much? Like with every fiber of his being? Every single cell? Every single fucking atom?

Taking a peek at the time, he quickly decided on sending a quick message.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

good morninggggg eddie baby 💞✨️

hope you had dreams of fucking frolicking in meadows or some shit

Fuck it.

With a breath, he stood up and started packing. His tiny little bag, full of definitely too little outfits for a trip this long, but it would not be the first time he re-wore shit. So, he was okay with it. Until, ya know, he saw Eddie. He wanted to be wearing clean shit then (he saved his Marsh original that he liked so much for the occasion).

Humming along with a song that decidedly wasn't playing, grabbing all of his hygiene shit.

"Right now, he's probably dancing with a bleach-blonde tramp, and-" he murmured, before stressing out a word, "-and she's probably getting frisky."

Unzipping a pocket, he shoved his deodorant into it. And his cologne, fancy cologne, that he maybe only bought for meeting Eddie. But he did actually like it too. He wouldn't just buy it for Eddie (he totally did).

"Showing her how to shoot a combo," he sang louder, "-and he don't know-"

He heard his phone vibrate in his pocket. Felt rather.

e.kaspbrak is calling

Richie smiled a little, answering and putting it onto his shoulder (pushed up against the side of his head).

"Hey, Eds," he chimed, bright and smiley, and pulling his bag up off the floor. Day 5.

Eddie took a pause, and Richie heard maybe the scratch of a blanket. Had he just woken up?

And then, his voice came in quiet and sleep-slurred, "Hi, Rich."

Something warm shot through his toes, he'd never heard Eddie just woken up. This was new. And Richie wondered for a second if his hair was messy, or maybe his face had patches of red from where he'd slept. He'd get to see that soon, god.

"Awe, did my lil Spaghetti just wake up?" He cooed -half genuine and half teasing.

"The only thing that's right about that fucking sentence is that I'm yours."

Richie blinked. Mine, Eddie's mine. My Eds. 'I'm yours'. My Spaghetti. My boyfriend. My boyfriend, Eddie. Eddie's mine-

"Fuck yeah you are," Richie chimed -grinning bright and wide.

Eddie giggled a little (and Richie wondered if he was rubbing his eyes like a little toddler would), "Why are you up so early?"

"Dunno," Richie answered honestly, throwing his bag into the passenger seat (per usual), "-I just woke up this early, Eds. Aren't you normally up this early? Earlier, actually-"

"I don't have a job anymore, dipshit," Eddie explained, "-and I think I overdid it last run, so I slept in. Fuck you."

"Jeez," Richie laughed, connecting him to the radio, "-I was just asking a question. You wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?"

"No," Eddie replied, quickly, "-Speaking of, I sleep on the left-"

Richie furrowed his eyebrows, "O-kay, Eds. What's-"

"-So, if you do too, you have to just fucking deal with it."

Oh.

Richie blinked, before answering awkwardly, "No problem, Eddie baby, I kinda just sleep in the middle."

"What the fuck do you mean-" Eddie mocked his voice, and Richie smiled (what a shithead), "-'I sleep in the middle'?"

"I spread out like a starfish," Richie clarified, listing, "-on my stomach, and sleep in the middle."

He could almost hear Eddie's nose scrunch up, "What the fuck? You're such a freak."

"What?" Richie asked, a little genuinely, "-Is that problem? I can just move over to the right side so-"

"No, it's not a fucking problem," Eddie interrupted, "-We're boyfriends, we can cuddle, idiot."

Richie blinked, Oh.

Cuddling with Eddie? Richie nearly pressed the gas to go fucking faster.

"Unless," Eddie paused, quieter -uncertain, "-Unless, you don't want to, I guess-"

"No, what," Richie clarified, swinging his hand around, and focusing on the car in front of him, "-Eds, that sounds like fucking... heaven. I just... I haven't thought about that shit. Because we were so far apart, it'd just make me sad as fuck-"

"Oh," Eddie spoke, blankly. Maybe a little flustered.

Richie wanted to see his face so badly right now that it made his skin itch. God, seriously-

"Yeah, well," Eddie pushed through his thoughts, "-you're gonna fucking kiss me when you get here, so. You better get fucking used to it."

Something swirled in his stomach. Kissing Eddie? Jesus, he hadn't thought about this shit at all. I get to kiss Eddie, god. In like a day-

"Why don't you just kiss me?" Richie laughed a little, splotchy red blush crawling to his cheeks.

"Because," Eddie answered, plainly, "-I want you to kiss me, asshole."

And I'd do anything you wanted, Richie's mind added.

"Yeah, okay, Eddie baby," Richie spoke softly, before switching up, "-As your celebrity crush, I know you've been dreaming of this moment for a long time-"

"Oh, shut the fuck up, dickweed," Eddie snapped back, short laughter cutting into the tone.

"-Although, I should clarify, I won't be as good as dream Trashmouth," Richie commented, "-I may not hold up against the competition. But jokes on you, you can't leave me for me so."

"I haven't dreamed about you kissing me, moron," Eddie huffed out, "-and you need to get over that shit."

"No way," Richie laughed, turning slightly, "-That shit is sticking forever. Sorry, Eds."

"It's not that fucking important-"

"It is," Richie interrupted, "-It so is. I was your celebrity crush! That's so fucking sick."

"How?" Eddie asked, curiously.

"Well," Richie drummed his fingers along the wheel, "-you fucking watched my streams and thought, shit, he's handsome-"

"That wasn't-" Eddie paused, exhaling a breath, "-You're handsome, but it wasn't... How do I fucking-"

Richie furrowed his eyebrows, "Eds?"

"It was like-" he started, before decidedly restarting, "-It wasn't like a celebrity crush, where you just kinda think they're handsome and just like their voice or some shit-"

Richie listened.

"-It was like... It was like having a crush on my best friend. Because you're just-" Eddie paused, "-You're just so... you on your streams, so fucking... human. Celebrities are intangible as fuck, but you... You wore ugly fucking shirts, and you have the dumbest fucking jokes, and your hair is a mess on your head. You're a fucking person, and I just... I just wanted that. Wanted you."

Richie pressed his lips together, heart skipping a beat.

"So, it was like-" he continued, slow but deliberate, "-like we were, ya know, friends, and I just knew you. Saw all that shit firsthand. And I liked that. Liked you."

He blinked. Fuck, I love him so much.

"Well," Richie let out a breath, smiling too bright, "-that just makes it more important so. You've fucked yourself."

Eddie paused, "Shit."

Richie started snort laughing, eyes clear on the road despite the laugh wracking through him. He heard Eddie break into his own laughter, and it only made him smile brighter because, god, did he love the shit out of Eddie's laugh. Well, he loved the shit out of Eddie in general-

"Are you driving already?" Eddie asked, after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

"Yeah," Richie replied, turning off where he needed to, "-I woke up early and got fucking antsy. I'm not a patient man, Eds."

Eddie hummed a little, almost like he was still a little tired, "How long are you gonna drive today, then?"

"Well," he pursed his lips, trying to remember shit, "-I've got like 14 hours left, maybe less. You won't let me push shit but I have already driven 9 hours in a day before-"

"Richie," Eddie warned.

"-I know, Eds, I know. But it's either I do the long drive today or tomorrow, and I really don't want to be fucking passed out on my first day with you."

"I'm gonna make you rest either way, dipshit," Eddie countered, "-You've been through every fucking timezone in America, your brain must be totally fucking fried."

"C'mon, Eds," Richie chimed, going into a cliché New Yorker accent, "-ya gotta show me the city."

"The shitty city?" Eddie clarified, flatly, "-The one I hate?"

"It's New York," Richie laughed a little, "-There's gotta be something worthwhile."

"I know the shit you're trying to pull. You're not gonna change my mind, Richie," Eddie replied, pointedly, "-Even if you do all those hours today, when you get here, you're gonna fucking rest."

Richie paused, continuing hesitantly, "So, you're okay with me doing the long drive today?"

"You don't," Eddie paused, seeming a little too quiet and working himself up, "-You don't need my permission to do shit, I didn't mean to-"

"Eddie baby, stop," Richie soothed, immediately, "-It's not a permission thing. It's a 'for your well-being' thing. I don't want to do shit that will stress you out. I refuse to do shit that would make you feel scared when I can't 100% be there to fix it. Or at least fucking... help you through it."

"Really?" Eddie questioned, quietly.

"Of fucking course, Eds, I love the shit out of you," Richie laughed a little, "-and the idea of you being stressed the fuck out, alone, makes me want to bite my own fucking head off. So-"

Richie took a breath.

"-are you okay with me driving that long today?"

Eddie paused, before slowly saying, "You promise you'll stop driving if you need to?"

"Absolutely," Richie agreed, "-I'm not gonna push myself beyond my limits, Eddie baby. I promise."

There was a spare second of silence, and Richie started drumming his fingers along the wheel. It was the beat of 'Before He Cheats' (the song he was singing before). And his eyes remained squarely on the road -straightforward and focused.

"Okay," Eddie sighed out, "-Okay, yeah, you can drive 9 hours. That's... I'll be okay."

"Yeah?" Richie asked, genuinely.

"Yeah, Rich," Eddie laughed a little, "-Just make sure to eat and drink properly, and maybe hit the rest areas so you can stretch out your freakishly fucking long legs-"

"Can't call 'em freaks, if that's how ya like 'em," Richie interrupted with a Southern accent, "-Mr. 'my type is tall idiots'."

"I was hitting on you, moron," Eddie huffed out, "-You're my first boyfriend. I don't even know if I have a type."

"Yeah, I kinda figured," Richie laughed a little, "-That text drove me fucking crazy for weeks."

"Yeah, well," Eddie cleared his throat, "-fucking imagine what I felt when you told me your type."

Richie paused. ("But yeah, Spaghetti, teeny little brunettes who are mean to me.")

"Wait," Richie started, "-you... I, your celebrity crush, described you, a teeny little brunette who is mean to me, as my type. And you... what?"

Eddie didn't say anything for a second.

"Don't make fun of me. Or else I'll kick your ass."

"Roger that, Spaghetti," Richie echoed in a growly voice (like it was coming out of a walkie-talkie), "-please proceed."

"I... Ugh," Eddie exhaled like the words hurt to say, "-I threw my phone across the room. It cracked my whole fucking screen-"

"You what?" Richie interjected.

"It's just-" Eddie started to explain, increasingly flustered, "-You were... you. And I was, I was the exact description. And it hit me for a second that, you know, you were kinda tangible. That, with like... the right fucking circumstances, I could have you. Easy."

Richie blinked, before sputtering, "You could. You did. You do, you do have me now."

"Well," Eddie paused, smiling (Richie could hear the cheesy grin), "-I guess I got the right fucking circumstances."

"The best ones," Richie chimed, heart rattling in his ribs (Eddie, Eddie, Eddie), "-maybe."

"Yeah, shithead," Eddie replied, "-the best ones."

[gaylittlerichie]

18, 26, 29, 30

18. favourite AU

looove brainstorm by nbfutureboy it’s a body swap au! plus ive read a Number of thirteen going on thirty aus for reddie and have been absolutely whipped for all them it works too well

26. favourite scene in any fic

the scene of richie sick on the sofa wanting his mum to just sit with him a sec (in big reverb sound) has haunted me daily since 2020

also adore the scene where eddie and richie try to voice their feelings in dinner at the kaspbraks and richie just dramatically flops to the floor like ‘i can’t talk about this’

29. favourite art based on a fic

is it cheating to say this art by @ecorner .. like completely divorced from the fact it’s my gay fic it is just beautiful art. and this one and this one by @razor-sweet i stare at all of these for 20 minutes per day

if that is cheating. then it’s gotta be this art based on recovery position by fluorescentgrey

30. a fic you’d love to see art based on

any of my bookmarks tbh!!! i heart ficart and badly wish i could make it. alas i am deeply dyspraxic and can’t hold a pen

[wiccamoody]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics (or five you think are underrated if you've already gotten this ask) that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

thank you for this!! and also a big thanks to @runzu for also sending me this <3 <3

emotional motion sickness (sambucky) - this fic is my baby. i had the best time writing it, and the response still blows me away. it was a labour of love and truly a love letter to sam.

still standing in the same place (sambucky) - i was SO nervous to post this fic. it's very much outside of the box i usually rest in, and it had been years since i wrote an outsider pov, much less from the pov of a cat! but it was so fun to tell a love story in two ways like this :')

is her taste better than mine? (sambucky) - this fic certainly isn't for everyone, but i had so much fun writing it, and i think every fandom needs more a) goofy fics like this, and b) monsterfucking

we might be hollow but we're brave (reddie) - ngl, i think about this fic a lot, and not just because i listen to 400 lux often. as my first reddie fic, it holds such a special place in my heart and i actually do think my writing is pretty great in this one, even though it's short and was mostly written on the bus.

when the sun came up (i was looking at you) (reddie) - lesbian reddie can be something so personal !! i loved writing this and exploring where their characters differ as ciswomen, and how that changes some relationships.

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

STICKING A MICROPHONE IN UR FACE RN:: DIRECTORS COMMENTARY ON THE LOML, FAMILY ROAD TRIP? SPECIFICALLY HOW THE DYNAMICS CAME TO BE AND WHATEVER ELSE YOU WISH TO SPEAK ABOUT

MY GIRLS!!! MY PERFECT GIRLS!!!! @normal-cactus1221 omg let me delve back into my neibolt gals mind palace---

(Family Road Trip Link!!)

GALS

Tbh they mostly Exist in the first place because I wanted to draw the neibolt kids as Gals and then my brain rotted into a million tiny maggots that still refuse to leave because they became the Peak of what I like to write when gender swapping (which is delving college thesis level deep into how a character would change when they were raised with the pre-existing bullshit of Being A Woman and Being A Dyke)

So, honestly?? It kind of started exclusively with Richie?? Which is insane because it’s truly so Eddies centric,,, but the whole scene in the Goodwill when Eddie realizes WHY neibolt!richie is Like That was the ENTIRE precursor to the fic 

((EX. “She was a doll, no free will, always forced to do as she’s told (too timid to disobey even when she was sentient). Her mouth was stitched shut, always seen and not heard because her trashmouth is permanently closed. She was just pretty and perfect from the neat little pink bow in her hair to the pair of shiny black buckle shoes real Richie had shoved in the back of her closet, shoe box still unopened from when she claimed she had ‘lost them’.

(But she was rotting, she was abandoned, she was everything people wanted her to be and they still left her alone to break and rot and fill with maggots, because no one cared. She was the problem).”))

like… N!Eddie is p straight forward in terms of Gross and Sick and Rude and Very Opposite Of Real Eddie While Being Similar Enough To Piss Each Other Off, which was very fun, but Neibolt!Richie makes me SO SAD!! And I HAD to explore that IMMEDIATLEY!! 

(Also, fun fact! I had a very specific and unnecessary map of their route and going through Connecticut instead of New York would take longer, so I specifically wrote in the whole part of Eddie not wanting to go into New York SO they could go to a Connecticut goodwill,,,, as I,,,, at the time,,,, worked at a Connecticut goodwill)

DYNAMICS

The dynamics of specifically Neibolt!Reddie was very fun for the sole reason of There Is Nothing On This Planet I Love More Than Feral Eddie Kaspbrak Being Aggressively Down Bad For Richie Tozier-- and it’s ALWAYS the case in ALL iterations of reddie but based on the nature of Neddie never having interacted with ANYONE but n!richie and pennywise, n!richie is ONLY person she really knows positively or cares about which is so fucked up and I’m obsessed with it.

And then, on the flip side, you have n!richie is who is EQUALLY down bad and codependent, but she’s a lot more polite about it and less blatant then neddie who is objectively very mean!! love her but neddie is MEAN!!

((Like,, for example ,,, a couple protective N!Richie moments:

'Richie is signing something, looking terribly hopeless despite how angrily her brows furrow and how pointed her hands clink together, Eddie just wishes she knew sign language.' .... '“She said that we haven’t...She also called you a bitch.”'

'“You know that’s probably why she doesn’t want to cut them right? Because the last time she did you got hurt?”'

VS

only a few, there are so many more, Protective neddie moments:

'Short girl yelps, shoulders squaring up to her ears as she shoves the tall one behind her'

'“She’s not your Richie. She doesn’t like looking like a fucking idiot.”'

'“We need to go after her!” ... “You’re just fucking leaving? You fucking ASSHOLE!”'))

So my three sort of key points for writing their vibe was:

They both care about each other DEEPLY and AGGRESSIVELY more than ANYONE ELSE and at ENTIRELY EQUAL LEVELS

Neddie shows it more outwardly aggressively and constantly vs n!richie dealing with it in a subtle sort of way that’s only blatant when it really needs to be

They’re still KIDS they’re just little GUYS

And then the dynamic between Eddie and the neibolt gals was tricky because Eddie is so fucked up at the start of chapter 2?? She’s SO repressed and also Eddie so I sort of just started with the fact that she’s unfortunately got an Aggressive soft spot of all iterations of Richie Tozier (including a fucked up sad little monster version) and would FUCKING HATE evil baby Eddie and evil baby Eddie would hate her RIGHT back and it devolved from there??

Eddie is physically incapable of Not Caring Too Hard, so what starts as general annoyance devolves rapidly into actual care for these kids (because they’re still KIDS!!! They’re traumatized KIDS!!!!) that she’s DESPERATELY trying to hide (and, because they are technically the same exact person, that’s also exactly what n!Eddie ends up doing)

And n!richie just loves her girlfriend and is generally uncomfortable but okay with this weird, bigger, cleaner version of her girlfriend and would like slightly less yelling please,,,, rip girlie,,,

OTHER RANDOM STUFF

The first scene I actually wrote was the one where the neibolt gals realize Eddie is married to a man because I still think that’s ABSURDLY funny in concept for these two girls to be the Physical Existence Of These Grown Ass Woman’s Internalized Homophobia

((“We’re the embodiment of everything you guys were terrified of when you were kids, we’re lesbians dipshit.” -- that’s it that’s the entire fic))

Also the scene at the big gnome is one of my favorites but DID almost kill me like objectively I almost passed away writing it I DID NOT know how to write it it took FAR TOO LONG

Also also I AM gonna take this opportunity to say that I am WELL AWARE that NONE OF THIS IS HOW CAR SELLING AND GETTING GAS WORKS I promise I KNOW!!! But theres simply NO OTHER WAY FOR EDDIE KASPBRAK AND TWO CHILDREN TO GET FROM MAINE TO LA REASONABLY but I do know that I doesn’t make ANY ACTUAL SENSE

Okay and here’s a fun little bonus very broke, only a couple disconnected scenes of a one shot I was trying to write a whileeeee ago about N!richie finding out about the two years she was unconscious,,, because that’s still one of THE most fucked up things I’ve ever done to two characters (both having N!Eddie be alone for that long and having n!richie NEVER FIND OUT LIKE…):

(N!Eddie POV)

Richie was never supposed to find out. She didn’t need to know about the two years that Eddie was alone and she was just a doll, it’d only upset her and Eddie tried to avoid that when possible because that’s when she would shut down and that really would have just made things worse for both parties involved.

But sometimes, especially in the Kaspbrak-Tozier household, things don’t go how they're supposed to. Actually, very, very rarely do they go as they’re supposed to.

---

2 years?

Human Eddie swallows, thickly. Thicker than she should, considering the lack of fucking slime, “Richie–” 

She snaps her head to Human Eddie so fast her neck makes a grinding noise where it connects to the bottom of her head. Ever since they cut her stitches (it’d taken weeks of building up to it and they’d needed to stop halfway through because she’d had such a bad panic attack she’d almost gone entirely unresponsive-- and after they’d had to painstaking explain that, while they had hurt her sometimes, they were entirely preformative and she literally had no vocal chords which seemed to upset their human counterparts more than it had ever upset them) she’d been more expressive, but now her face is impossibly hard to read. 

You know? Her signing had always been a little stilted, sort of like watching particularly well made stop motion, but she’s moving her hands just as choppily as she needs to after she’s dolled out and needs to reorient her mind to her body. 

“I–”

You. Know. How long.

It’s not a question. 

(N!richie POV)

Running had always come easy, in terms of fight or flight she’d always been the flier while Eddie had preferred to stand her ground, useless fists and loud, angry words that more often than not ended with one of them hurt. But she’d always wished she’d been able to do the same, maybe if she’d been stronger the two of them could have won more of the fights Eddie had lost. 

But there was the particular issue of how easily Richie shattered and how easily Pennywise could knot invisible strings around her wrists and use her against her girlfriend; sometimes she wonders if he made her quite so not-human on purpose. 

So, she got good at running. There was something reassuring about having a place to hide, knowing, trapped inside a house made up of broken floorboards and four walled rooms, that you’ve crammed yourself in the furthest corner, you’ve done everything you can to get away and now it's out of your hands. It’s nothing substantial, not when, more often than not, she’d wake up still tilted around her knees inside a kitchen cabinet or with Eddie kneeling over her in an upstairs closet and know she’d lost time and Eddie’d lost the fight, but it was something. 

The real world, as it turns out, is much much bigger than four walls. It’s something she’d known, in the abstract way you know that there is blood pumping through people you care about, it’s always there, drifting in the back of your mind, but once you actually see a substantial amount of it you wish you had never known about it at all. 

It’s a dodgy metaphor at best, especially for Richie, whose favorite person in the world does not, in fact, have blood pumping inside of her but instead a lot of fucking black slime, but all that to say, her world is bigger now and sometimes, even though all of this is much better than before had ever been, she sometimes finds herself wishing it was small again.

All that living in a big, wide world really does is make her feel like she can’t possibly run far enough when she needed to escape something.

---

Ben and Mike had fixed her cheeks, flushed out the maggots and sealed the cracks with something that dried slightly chalky when she prodded it with her tongue, thicker than glass but close enough in color and consistency that she thinks she’s the only one who could really notice. It was, overall, a good thing; she could go out without the dumb fucking masks, she hated the masks, the way the ear straps clung itchy inside the small crack segmenting her ears from the rest of her head, how it felt like a second barrier, a second line of stitches, keeping her out of conversations. Without the cracks more people looked her in the eyes, which was nice in its own way, even though Human Eddie had seemed incredibly upset that they hadn’t in the first place when she’d told her that.

All the perks of not having cheek holes were great, but she missed the maggots sometimes. She didn’t have any sentimental connection to them, not like her Eddie who’d said her cheeks were much less fun to kiss now, but having something wriggling and alive inside of her she could focus on helped reassure her that she’s alive. They helped reassure her that she’s awake. 

(Woah, random Stan POV)

Stan loves her friends, really, getting the Losers back in her life had been one of the best things that had ever happened to her, and Richie and Eddie’s kids just made everything that much better. That being said, when she had exactly zero friends with exactly zero children she had to drive half an hour out at three in the morning far less often.

AND BONUS here's the first Gals Sighting on my tumblr with my silly lil pandemic art:

AND!! My most recent them!! (or welllll most recent n!richie, I need to draw neddie again desperately)

That's all for now but I am SURE I will have more thoughts on it later!! I care about these kids SO MUCH!!!! I LOVE them!!! If you've got any specific scenes you've got questions on too I would LOVE to elaborate!! but my brain has become soup!!

[beehindblueeyes]

Fandomization: Revisited

I have a post I made a while ago that was really more of a warning if anything. It was a pattern I was noticing begin to grow within the fandom and how issues are really just a flat circle. It effects all over time and it’s  especially prevalent in horror fandoms? I don’t quite understand past the reductionist “horror is where the horny is kept”. It’s more than that but it’s a thing here as well. However I don’t want to completely repeat the same thing I had in my prior post, I’m going to include a update on that part and address some further things etc etc etc. Strap in.

* Disclaimer: I am going to be talking about things I have personally  obsessed and am not a fan of. This however does not mean you personally cannot enjoy it or should stop making it. Don’t let me tell you what to do but also don’t ride me off as a “hater” or attacker. Hear me out, if you don’t like my gripes that’s perfectly fine just don’t take it out on me.

Donna, Bev and victims of one ship rules all-

I talked about this in the last post but all fandoms start out sort of equal. A barrage of fics, fanart and discussions for everything and everyone but over time they sort of dilute into just shipping and one ship. You have to go digging in the mines if you want to find another ship god forbid anything else! This isn’t to say “ship popular so ship bad” but more—- if that’s all there is it loses what it had. Usually it’s a gay ship and 9/10 the female character of the movie suffers for it.

Donna in particular has gotten so much shit from Rinney shippers and just fans in general. A lot of the bargain bin “she’s getting in the way” “why does she exist” etc. However it’s gone beyond this into hate pages and vile comments against her actress online and it’s sick? People harassing a child over a movie character and ships— have you no decorm? Less extreme is that content about her or ships involving her or anyone else go virtually ignored. I know for a fact if this post had used Robin instead of Donna there’d be at least 100 likes. I’m not saying this because I think my post “deserves” a bunch of likes but because I know if I Used Robin half of you would eat it up. It’s that “if it’s not gay it’s icky” metality in young fans that can lead to some weird places as you grow.

Bev has a similar treatment. Where she’s just straight up ignored or used as a straw,man because she gets in the way of this and that or she’s reduced to “richies best friend who he smokes with sometimes” instead of her own character. I don’t know if her actress recieved the same level of hate campaign but I hope she didn’t. I really do.

One ship rules all hurts the ship itself-

If you haven’t caught on by now my arugement is for variety. It’s that more than one ship gets all the praise and love and admiration etc— hell it’s that we can get something that’s not a ship as well. This movie is about some pretty young kids and… idk. That’s not the point of this segment. I’ve talked before about fandomization and how characters get reduced to tropes, stereotypes and personal interest and might as well be ocs because they scarcely resemble the character past maybe their face. Its true and it’s coming. Using the “one rules all” or Reddie and Rinney today.

Preface this with a bit of a bias on my end. I actually enjoy Reddie as a concept. Childhood crushes, meet again as adults with a ‘oh’ moment well after it’s to late? I eat that shit up. Rinney on the other hand? I can understand where it comes from but I just see more of “he’s my cool friend💕” because we really don’t let friendships between boys be intimate in the same way we do girls. (I Hope that makes sense)

Basically as the only content to come out from a fandom becomes a single ship the more divided and weird it gets, there’s the usual break off points and accepted headcannons. There gets to a point where the Fanon has Fanon and then people believe it to be cannon and get extremely upset when it’s pointed out to not be. A great example is again Eddie and Richie:

Meme from Pinterest . The “Bad boy X soft uwu boy” is the same thing that is happening to Robin and Finney and it’s a bit concerning. It’s very reductionist and is becoming a gay stereotype within itself? Which- idk when a lot of kids first experience to this sort of stuff is through fandom and this is the expectation? Idk — I’m going to stop talking about real life impact in this regard because I’m not qualified and it wasn’t originally my point, my point is a much more personal disappointment. As Fanon-Fanon characterization being all there is , is a little sad when they get so far removed from the characters we all love in the first place.

They are children I’m literally begging you-

So I’m a bit old��️, and when I was younger x reader wasn’t really a thing or it was all on wattpad which I didn’t touch(and still don’t) with a ten foot poll. But- I feel like there was more variety. It’s not my cup of tea and I’m not saying it’s not a ligitamte form of fanfiction but if that’s all their is… etc etc.

My concern lies in the fact that none of the main characters are over the age of 14 and there’s a x reader or god forbid smut , obsession with this movie. Griffin is 11 and Billy is 12 at the time of their deaths based on the missing posters and shipping them or with yourself—- it just doesn’t sit right with me. I’m not saying there’s not teenager , survived AUs but I mean with characters as they are , or implied to be the same (even then aging up in this context implies you did it implicitly for romance purposes which is still,,,)

They’re literal children and I guess that’s why the boundless shipping really surprises me, that and they’re always acting way way older than they are. Like where’s my friends fics or stupid ass crushes and weird behavior? Idk.

Also the actors are also children! They’re reaching their teens now but that’s no fucking excuse for how creepy people are towards them. Getting fam and swarmed by fans starting at a young age cannot be good for mental health. I’ve already expressed this before but people are so fucking creepy about Miguel in particular finding family photos , private moments and texts and reposting them AND TAGGING HIM?? Etc. I think part of it is the adultification of Latino kids.

The kids from IT and stranger things experienced similar stalkerish behavior and really borderline sexual remarks since they were 12-13 and idk how they’re handling now but there has to be a fear that undermines every fan interaction. Esp because modern fans feel entitled to  celebrities time and social life if Miguel is any test to that. Like there is a reason a lot of kid actors end up super fucked up in adult hood and it’s more than workplace abuse or parental control. With the new age and fan obsession… I’m worried things will get even worse and I hope they all make it through alright.

Apologist behavior-

Talked about this briefly again and again, I’ve kept quite and simple because I don’t want to be attacked but I’m going to say it all again here. I also want to establish I in no way encourage or condone people harassing and attacking them in the same way (Grabber x reader people) or worse. I keep hearing claims of death threats but none shown publicly- regardless don’t do that.

Anyways. “We changed him so he’s fine”. Why not any other Ethan Hawke character? I fully agree he is a fine ass man but of all of his characters the Pedo serial killer????? It’s been stated by at least two authors that “we like the grabber. Not his other characters but this is a different version” but if you like this character spesfically what is it that you like about him? His entire character is being a Killer who locks little boys in his basement to kill and …worse. What is it that you like? Ethan’s eyes? That’s all Ethan.

You can’t just pout and cross your arms and go “he likes grown women fuck you.” And expect people to just walk away? I’m sorry, no that’s not how it works. I’m genuinely curious because I just— it baffles me. And for the love of god stop using the slasher excuse he’s not a slasher he is a spree killer. He’s rooted in real life and real life serial killers not a big scary monster man. (I say this as someone who likes slashers and understands that sort of thing but there’s just a line when it comes to kids. It’s like dogs in movies).

I just- I want to know the psychology around this I guess? I don’t- I don’t know.

[reddie-fangirl24]

Meeting (A Reddie Fanfic)

Note: I have been trying to write more Reddie fics. This is based on a Phoebe and Joey moment from Friends.

“Eds, I’m telling you! It’s weird that she shows up here after three months and now she’s got something to say to you?” Richie followed his friend all around his apartment. It annoyed Eddie, but who cares? Richie noticed that he put on some nice clothes to meet with his ex-wife.

“I can’t ignore her, Richie. She’s my ex-wife. We were married for 15 years,” Eddie told him, putting his wallet in his pocket.

“Tell me how you survived that again?” Richie joked though he was being serious. 

Eddie groaned, craning his neck to the stained ceilings of his small apartment. Of all the apartments, Richie still had no idea why Eddie chose this one. “It’s important for us to communicate. I can’t just drop all communication and ignore her forever.”

“Remind me what you have to talk about?”

“Would you stop being an asshole?” Eddie spat, turning a little too fast to meet his eyes. He briefly held his chest, wincing. Alert, Richie put a comforting hand on his shoulder and handed Eddie his pain medication. Those stitches have to be on for another three months. Beyond that, Eddie had a further recovery to meet. 

Although they all lived together, Richie didn’t see why Eddie chose this apartment for himself. He was adamant when it came down to picking. The hospital told him that he needed a lot of care and shouldn’t be alone. The other Losers probably knew more than he did about his feelings, but Richie knew rooming with Eddie was a dead giveaway. 

“You know I’m going to say ‘I told you so’ if she’s going to hurt you,” Richie shrugged his shoulders once Eddie downed the pills.

“Don’t be surprised if you’re going to eat your own words, Trashmouth,” Eddie remarked in a sing-song voice. His face was so close to Richie’s. Was everyone’s breath as warm as Eddie’s? Richie felt his face heating up. What were they arguing about again? 

Eddie walked down the apartment stairs (as carefully as he could) and made his way to the Losers’ favorite hangout spot. They always crowded the big couch in the corner of the place. It was just like the old days. Now they were making up for lost time.

Myra was sitting outside at one of the tables. From the looks of her sad expression, Eddie wondered if he should have listened to Richie.

“Hi Myra,” Eddie greeted, sitting down with her. It’s odd how they’d been doing this for fifteen years. However, Eddie tried to make a quick exit in the morning so he wouldn’t have to listen to Myra’s nagging.

“Eddie, I need to tell you something,” she began, not looking into his eyes.

“What is it? Are you sick? Or did you lose the house? I know I should have talked to the bank about...”

“No, it’s not that. I’m okay and... I’m selling the house.”

Eddie blinked. “Selling? Are you moving?”

“Yes,” she cleared her throat. “I’m moving in with someone.”

“Oh? Is it your friend Annie? You mentioned she was trying to find a roommate.”

Myra paused and then said. “I’m moving in with Gerald.”

“Gerald?” Upon thinking for a moment, Eddie slowly had a realization. “From work?”

“You see, our divorce came at a good time, and I wasn’t expecting you to intricate it,” Myra explained, looking guilty into his eyes. “Gerald and I have been seeing each other for the last two years. I didn’t want to, Eddie, but he’s different. When I am with him I am not so...”

“Controlling?” Eddie stared hard into the table.

Myra scowled. “I was going to say anxious. It’s nothing against you, Eddie, but your anxiety was a lot for me to handle. And your mother, too. I felt like I became this person who was always berating her son because I had no idea how you’d react to a situation. One minute you’re worried about hydroplaning and then when I remind you, it doesn’t bother you anymore!”

If he stared hard enough into the table, maybe Eddie could burn a hole. People passed by during their conversation, going about in their own happy lives. Eddie felt guilty about the divorce, but no, there was nothing worse than this.

Just then, a car drove up close to the cafe. By the nervous look on Gerald’s face, he knew Myra told Eddie the news.

“Well, we’d better be going,” Myra stood up. She walked closer to Eddie, quickly putting her hand on his shoulder in comfort. The feeling was not mutual. “Goodbye.”

Eddie heard the car door slam and then it drove away.

Don’t start crying. Don’t start crying.

His hands shaking, Eddie hastily stood up from his seat, almost tipping it over. He ran straight into Richie.

“Eds,” Richie started, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

Eddie took a deep breath, though his countenance was breaking. “Richie, don’t you fucking tell me ‘you told me so.’ This is not the right time...” His voice crumbled from there.

“No, no, Eddie. Aw, come here, buddy.” Richie pulled Eddie into his arms. Just feeling Richie’s warm embrace made him feel safe. A small tear trickled down his cheek. His chest felt so heavy. Eddie didn’t realize his whole body was trembling. “My best friend needs me. Who says I’m going to give you a hard time?” He wanted to kiss Eddie’s forehead, but he refrained. Oh, it was so hard not to. 

Eddie sniffled, burying his face in Richie’s shoulder. They were hugging in the middle of the sidewalk. He noticed a small boy look at them and whisper something to his mother. It didn’t matter.

“I just can’t believe she’d do that...”

“Don’t think about it. I know it hurts. But Eddie...” Richie pulled away, staring at him with those warm sincere eyes that made Eddie feel like he belonged. And loved. “You don’t need her. You’ll find someone else. And you got us.”

Eddie smiled a bit, removing a fallen tear. “Thanks, Richie.”

Richie giggled, mischievously. Before he could tap his cheek, Eddie stopped his wrist. “Don’t even try it, Tozier!”

“Your reflexes have improved, I see!” Richie laughed. They almost started wrestling with each other and laughed again. More people looked at them strangely. Oh, it was nothing new. Just as long as Eddie wa laughing and smiling.

“Come on, I’ll buy you a marshmallow latte,” Richie guided him into the cafe.

“That’s your favorite drink!”

“You like it too!”

[fixhbones]

WIP GAME !!!!

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(i was tagged by beloved mutual @pimpedoutgreenears )

i have 250+ wips so i’m going to break this down a LOT and not including many 💀

i’ll be tagging anyone who wants to join in, as well as: @cowardlybean , @scrunkle , @ctpalt, @cupofd1rt , @choofs (no pressure to anyone to do it lol)

this will be Long so it’s under the cut

MP100

-teruki moving

-fox curse serirei

-ritsu and that maid dress (calfhooves inspired me to finally start writing that one forever ago)

-shou and his family

-shou being invisible

-college ritshou

-fem ritshou

-shou unintentionally joining the kageyamas vacation

-i beat the shit out of reigen

-ritshou fake dating

-runaway

-multi-dimensional/universe shit

-hockey

-‘stray cat’ shou ; ‘house cat’ ritsu

-yuritshou again

-ritshou live together

-terumob transgender agenda (all girls school)

-fist fighting and kissing

-terumob furries

-unconventional love

-graffiti taggers ritshou

-sick fic pt2

-terumob and psychic powers

-lab baby shou PTSD

-shou star and tree metaphors

-ritsu melts

-shou like. dying

-reigen and shou funny familial relationship

-shou is bad at emotions and feelings

Bungo Stray Dogs

-lab baby escapee skk fic

-ranpoe angst

-ranpoe and eyelashes

-skk runaway

-skk and sea monsters

-summer camp

-highschool au

-skk highschool au version 2

-skk highschool au version 3

-chuuya and carnage

-mamas boy (chuuya and verlaine au)

-truth or dare (girl skk)

-ooc double black and humanity

-skk highschool au version 4

-dazai and The Horrors

-cryptids au

-halloween through the years

-summer camp au (again lol)

-ranpo and dazai pm au

-dazai gets braces

-ghostbuster au

-chuuya getting an education in the pm

-skk graffiti taggers au (again)

-girl scouts au

-kyousano and skk older sister + their younger brother

-wierd twist on a spider-man au

-teen skk + jealous dazai

-lonely summers

-chuuya “i’m back in the fucking building again” nakahara

-skk taking care of eachother

-skk yuri

-skk yuri and anatomy

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MCYT/DSMP

-necromancer crimeboys version 1

- version 2

-crow crimeboys

-c!tommy 🤝 a pearl (mitski)

-lab baby c!tommy

-lab baby brothers c!crimeboys

-horror summer camp au

-accidently adopting a raccoon shapeshifter

-vigilante fic

-the forest is breathing

-unreliable narrator depressed wilbur

-pirate crimeboys

-the undead’s guide to feeling alive

-c!beeduo traditional enderian wedding

-night in the woods au (wilbur is mae)

-subway masks

-wilbur and tommy sons of the sun and moon respectively

-nasicaä crimeboys au

-crimeboys over the garden wall au

-cryptids au

-crimeboys binary stars

-chainsaw man au

-wilbur buries himself

-skater and rollerblader rivalry lmao

-los compensinos inspired 2

- horror fic 2

-cranboo time traveler au

-crimeboys cryptids au version 2?

-ode to a moon

IT

-losers club friends giving

-richie and bev dye hair

-losers college au (winter edition)

- summer camp au (it haunts me)

-loser adults are losers and have video calls

-reddie in eddie’s attic

-losers go trick or treating

-eddie takes care of richie

-richie and Big Dog

-bev accidental wingman of the century

-reddie romcon irony angst

-camcorder findings

-whale city 👍

-youtube video transcript

-pharmacy photo developing

-mama tozier being the best

-richie and stan’s kids

-mac n cheese

-mama tozier being the best again

-werewolf x witch

-loser kids

-violence

Persona 5

-hockey kid akechi

-magical girl au

-foster care

MISC

-life happenings (Night In The Woods)

-sunnflower runaway (Omori)

-bad ending 2.0 (Omori)

-sickfic (hirano to kagiura)

-langa being left handed (SK8)

-renga being dumbly in love (SK8)

-pearlina (splatoon)

[laynavile]

I'm working on a Reddie soulmates fic and this first meeting between Richie and Eddie in kindergarten is just too cute not to share.

Before the end of the day Mrs. Stewart calls all of the kids over, she tells them that they each have a spot on the floor with their name on it where they need to sit down. Eddie doesn't want to sit on the floor, it's dirty.

"If you need help finding your spot with your name on it let me know and I'll help."

Eddie finds his name but doesn't sit down. He stands on it.

There's a boy sitting in the floor next to him, Eddie can't read, not really, but even if he could he can't see the boys name because he's sitting on his spot. He has messy black hair, thick rimmed glasses and a brightly colored tshirt on but what Eddie focuses on is the dirt, there's a smear across his nose, the lenses of his glasses are cloudy and his hands look like they're sticky.

The boy is staring at him, "You know you're supposed to sit down."

"I don't want to sit down, the floor is dirty."

"Looks pretty clean to me."

"It's not, there's dust and germs."

"Germs?"

"They make you sick."

"I'm not sick, I don't think there's any germs down here."

"I don't care if you're not sick now, you could get sick."

Before the boy can say anything else, Mrs. Stewart tells Eddie that he needs to sit down, "you need to sit on your spot."

He tells her he doesn't want to, that he doesn't want to get dirty, she reassures him that the floors were just cleaned this morning before school started. Reluctantly Eddie sits down on his spot.

"I'm Richie," the boy says, jabbing Eddie with his elbow. It doesn't hurt but Eddie doesn't like it.

"Don't touch me," he grumbles.

"Hey, sorry, I just wanted to get your attention."

"You could've just said my name."

"I don't know your name."

"Oh," Eddie's ears feel warm, "my name's Eddie."

"Eddie spaghetti, I like that."

"No, not Eddie spaghetti, just Eddie."

[loserchildhotpants]

questions for fic writers 1, 2, 15, 16, 23, 37, & 41 (if you want)

questions for fic writers

What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (in other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Hmm. I guess it depends on who's asking! I've written like... 200 fics???? I think maybe Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves) on my loserchildhotpants account is a good introduction to like... my writing style? I guess? And it covers my most used tropes; slow burn, mutual pining, love confessions, eventual smut, etc etc.

That said, I think What Used to be Mine on my someonetoanyone account is probably a better example of what my writing has transformed into.

2. Go to your AO3 "Works" page, to the side bar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for "Additional Tags." What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

On my loserchildhotpants account the top 5 Additional Tags are: Fluff (111), Angst (91), Tumblr Prompt (71) [I'm not gonna count this one tbh], Romance (60), Humor (54) and First Kiss (5)

On my someonetoanyone account the top 5 Additional Tags are: Mutual Pining (12), First Kiss (9), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence (9), and Love Confessions (8)

and yeah, these are all p accurate - on both lists, the next one on the list would've been 'pining' lmao so a p accurate depiction!

15. What's your favorite AU that you've written?

Tbh my favorite AU that I've written isn't up yet -- I'm posting it in ~2 weeks and I don't wanna spoil it here, but... it fucks. This AU fucks. I'm so proud of it. It'll be on my someonetoanyone account - check back in w me then lol

16. What's an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

So, first, I'm not big on AU's typically. I'm a basic bitch, i like canon-divergence best of all, and I don't usually stray outside that until I'm like, running out of things to read in the canon-divergent tags lol that said, a canon-divergent AU i NEVER get sick of (for my current fandom - destiel) is time travel fuckery. Older!Dean going back in time, meeting his younger self, or interacting w early seasons Cas, or Older!Cas going back in time and meeting Stanford Era!Dean, Stanford Era!Dean getting plonked into later seasons canon and meeting Cas at all -- it's delicious to me.

23. What's a trope, AU, or concept you've never written, but would like to?

Oh, so many. I'd like to try my hand at omegaverse (i've only read a handful in my LIFE that didn't feel weirdly transmisogynistic and over-the-top sexualized to the point that it had an opposing effect where it was suddenly sexless to me? I feel like i could mASTER IT AND GET IT RIGHT i just have no plot ideas yet lol), sex pollen something or other I'd love to do, I'd love to do a time travel fic of my own, I'd love to write a djinn dream fic, amnesia fic, murder husbands fic -- i wanna do all the things!!!

37. Promote one of your own "deep cut" fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!) What do you like about it?

hmmmmmm

On my loserchildhotpants account, I think June is the one I was most proud of that didn't get much feedback. And it's got all the hits for the reddie fandom! Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, First Kiss, it's Richie-centric and i was really proud of the pacing and imagery of June :( the only person to ever point out June to me was my friend Grace, and it made me SO happy to know at least one person remembered June by name and that it came to mind as a favorite ; _ ;

On my someonetoanyone account, I think So Tirelessly maybe deserved some more love ; _ ; i love writing endverse!destiel and i plan to write more of it in the future, but this fic was short and bittersweet and i enjoyed writing it. i was like 'oh yeah, this one's a banger' and then it didn't really draw attention lol

41. Link a fic that made you think, "wow, I want to write like that"

how do u expect me to stop at one

In a destiel rec that will shock absolutely no one, sobsicles' 'let's take a drive' changed my brain chemistry forever and tbh i had a Crisis after going through their entire AO3 bc i was like 'oh what is the point of writing actually when sobsicles is out there doing the damn thing this well i should just be quiet' sdkjfhskldjhf genuinely an amazing fic and writer

In a johnlock rec that WILL shock someone, 'The Quiet Man' by ivyblossom - it's 157k words and i could. not. put. it. down. and why is this shocking? it's in First Person POV and i usually can't handle First Person POV bc it personally gives me the cringe (godspeed to everyone enjoys it, i mean no offense, it's just not personally for me) but this fic Changed My Life and genuinely made me rethink how and what I write.

And in a final, spicy and unpredictable thorki rec that no one asked for, 'Find A Home,' by Aria and filiabelialis is... incredible. Listen, when you open the link, you'll see it's 107k words, DO NOT BE INTIMIDATED, GO READ IT, IT'S LITERALLY INCREDIBLE AND SUCH A GOOD CHARACTER STUDY SDJHFKSKDJHF PLSSSS

[lemonleafloser]

Been in bed sick for 3 days now. I was feeling so much better today but suddenly it’s like I’ve been hit tenfold. To make things more frustrating I’ve just had a nosebleed (something that has plagued me since childhood) which means I have to wait longer to try a rat test.

I know people have it worse off than me, don’t get me wrong, I know but damn feeling a little sorry for myself rn

on another note if anybody has any Reddie Fics they like to read when they’re sick, please help a loser out ❤️

[billdenbrough]

They’re hanging out on the roof, Bill’s ankle knocking against Richie’s knocking against Bill’s knocking against Richie’s knocking against Bill’s, over and over and over, feeling as endless as the summer does on a day like that, middle of August and not a cloud in the sky, when Richie says, “I kissed Eddie last night.”

He says it casually, like it’s just the kind of thing anyone does, and not the kind of earth-shaking moment Bill’s kind of always known Richie dreamed of doing but would never have bet on coming true.

“I,” Bill says, then regroups. “What?”

“C’mon, Big Bill, don’t tell me all that growing went to your bones and skipped your brain,” Richie jibes, but it’s good-natured. He sounds so calm. Too calm.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe he’s so scared he’s come around to calm. It wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened to someone, wouldn’t be the first time Bill’s seen it. He’s never seen it happen to Richie, not that he can remember, but that’s maybe because Richie has always run on bravado more than this particular brand of bravery.

Bill can remember feeling like this, so fucking scared that it made him brave again, and he’s seen it in Mike’s eyes too. Bev and Ben’s sometimes, though Bev usually doesn’t like to let anything that gets to her show, and Ben’s heart tends towards taking whatever he’s given more than turning it into something that helps him stand stronger. Which isn’t a bad thing or a good thing, it’s just a thing, and it makes Bill want to pull him on the back of Silver sometimes, like it’ll help him remember he’s important too.

Stan gets quiet, and then he gets loud, at least by his standards. It’s not really the same for him, Bill thinks. When he’s scared for his friends, his voice gets stronger and weaker at the same time, like he’s building it back up but he’s building it up with broken parts, making a fractured foundation. It’ll hold, but eventually it’s gotta give. And then when he’s scared about other things, things that don’t make sense, he gets almost angry, like – like how dare that exist, how dare it have the audacity to creep into his head when it doesn’t make sense.

Sometimes Eddie’s like that, but mostly he’s the first type. Sometimes he gets so scared that he forgets he’s scared at all, brave and determined and terrified out of his fucking mind, so much so that he doesn’t even register it.

If Richie kissed him, maybe that’s why he’s feeling like it. Like… Eddie’s probably the bravest person Bill knows, if he thinks about it real hard, and he’s got so much of it in him that maybe it makes sense that some of it ended up in Richie too when they kissed.

That’s probably not how it works—Bill wouldn’t know, he’s only kissed Bev, and Mike, one time, with his warm eyes and warm hands and warm lips, on a dare from Richie that made his pulse skitter off-beat, and Bill’s not as brave as Eddie because he’s never let himself work out why—but it’s all he can think about as he sits there on the roof of Richie’s house and listens, and listens, and listens.

“It was nice,” Richie says after a moment, nonchalant and earnest at the same time, and Bill thinks, huh.

Bill thinks, this is how he sounds when he’s lying and being honest at the same time.

Bill thinks, this is how he sounds when he means it.

Bill says, “Wow,” instead of saying any of that. Then, eyes on their ankles instead of on Richie’s face, like he’s worried Richie might get spooked and fall off the roof, he adds, “Good, uh, good for you.”

A pause, then: “What did Eddie say? Or do?”

Richie looks out into the sky, into the sunlight, a million miles away or maybe just a few hours, the space between now and last night, between that kiss, that moment.

“He stomped on my foot,” Richie says, grinning a little, and it takes Bill so completely by surprise that he snorts.

“He what?” he asks, incredulous.

Richie glances at him, eyes blown wide by his glasses and maybe a little by Eddie Kaspbrak. He’s smiling, that toothy thing that comes out when he’s relieved or when he’s happy or when school finishes and the summer starts. When he feels free, maybe.

“He stomped on my foot,” Richie repeats. Then, smiling in a way that kind of hurts to look at, he says, a little softer, “And then he kissed me back.”

[80ramiens]

"...You're not Bill."

"I'm not Bill."

[aintguiltyy]

Sick and Full of Pride

reddie | explicit | 7k | click the title to read on AO3

At first, Eddie tried to swallow it down, just like he did with every word that wanted to burst from his mouth every time Richie got too close and smiled at him like Eddie was the only person in the whole world. But it was just so fucking hard to suppress every single thing he’s ever felt or wanted, so he let himself have this one. Because no one knew about it but him.

This is my take on one of the scenes in “You Make Me Sick Inside” by the brilliant amazing wonderful talented unique never the same @bimmyshrug 💜

Before reading, I’m begging y’all please look through the tags and take them seriously!