#cant stop thinking about loser eddie

[stervrucht]

Eddie thinks he's hot shit, full of undiluted charm that strikes like lightning and catches like fire.

Steve may have made a mistake by laughing at Eddie's poor attempts at flirting—may have opened Pandora's box, really, if said box was filled with lame innuendos.

Steve stands behind the counter at Family Video, organizing some returns with half his mind elsewhere. He watches, caught between second-hand embarrassment and guilty amusement, as Eddie kills time flirting with innocent bystanders while he waits for Steve to finish his shift.

Eddie is utterly oblivious to the reactions of his victims, too absorbed in what probably passes for clever wordplay in his head. He hardly seems to notice the objects of his conquest leaving. Mostly because—after some particularly lame line—he is much more interested in Steve's reaction.

So yeah, Steve is dealing with a monster of his own making, but whatever.

Eddie's flirting may be horrendous to others, but it definitely works for Steve.

[freaksun]

cute, cuter, cutest

you call eddie cute and it leads to more.. allusions to smut under the cut. bestfriend!eddie

you giggle, shoving him lightly “youre cute.”

he visibly jolts, eyes widening slightly. you dont know why hes reacting so harshly, it was a compliment!

he cant stop the fire that engulfs him, the searing red blush that climbs up his neck, covering his cheeks in a beautiful colour that puts his feelings on a platter for you to pick at.

at least he expects you to, to laugh in his face and tell him you were only joking, you dont think hes cute you think hes a loser. a part of him wants to tell you off, to reject you before you can reject him

but you dont. - well,- you giggle a little bit which doesnt help but then you move closer.

“youre even cuter when youre flustered.” you smile at him, a warm inviting thing that makes him wanna lean forward and fall into you. into the pit your unconditional affection and company and sweet sweet laugh, from which he may never return.

pushing through the thorns in his throat, he cant help but make sure youre not making fun of him. even though he trusts you and youre smiling at him like you smile when you watch your romcoms, he still expects you to laugh and run away.

“are you making fun of me?” hes direct. no way around it.

he regrets it immediately when your smile falls, and youre looking at him like he’s a hurt puppy.

“what? of course not, eddie.” something he wouldve never guessed in a million years is when you reach out to touch him. you hold his face so softly and he can just feel the way you care about him in the way your thumb is rubbing his cheek.

you look at the ground, retracting your hand in a whirl of regret and fear of crossing a boundary. suddenly shyer than hes ever known you to be. hes frozen, petrified with tho only thing stronger than fear - hope.

if he wasnt so scared he’d lift your chin with his thumb and maybe even kiss you like hes always dreamed of doing, but hes stuck in fear of ruining things ‘like he always does.’

you look back into his eyes, which both scares him and comforts him at once. he’s been your bestfriend so long that staring into your eyes makes him feel at home in a way no one else can. or maybe thats cause hes in love with you.

“I-“ you start but seem to lose your confidence. this time hes ready. he mirrors you, holding your cheek with his pointer finger above your ear, his others right below it, and his thumb gently stroking the apple for your cheek. his hand fits there so comfortably like he was made to do it.

“im listening.” he nods reassuringly. he always knows how to make you feel ok.

you swallow, eyes flicking between his and the dirty hardwood floor of his room.

“i love you.” you state plainly, eyes burning holes into the wood planks. you say it to each other all the time, but this time its different. this time you cant bare to look at him when you say it, can stand to see him reject you.

“i know, baby..” he tries to hide the disappointment, but you can tell he doesnt get it.

you look back at him, your slight frustration overtaking what was stopping you from looking at him before. hes so beautiful. his brown puppy eyes staring into yours, scared but begging you to tell him what you really mean. it helps you feel more confident that hes not going to reject you, the look on his face makes it clear.

“thats not what i mean.” his eyes widen again, just a smidge. still, its enough to make him look like a cartoon deer.

he can feel the heat emanating from your face.

“what do you mean?” he knows and you know and you know he knows and he knows you know.

still he needs to hear it.

“I mean..” you reach your hand up to your face, holding his wrist and squeezing gently.

“i think you’re beautiful. and cute, and handsome.. and.. hot..” he turns pink quickly, looks like hes hiding away in his mind. its like hes not there, like he just cant hear you being so nice to him.

“you make me laugh every day. i think youre the funniest person i know.” his lashes flutter, and it seems like hes forced himself to be present, to hear you. he turns pinker.

“you’re so fuckin sweet. you care more than anyone ive ever met and i fucking love that.” you make it a point to compliment everything you know he feels bad about everything hes been made to feel bad about

“i think you’re so strong. you hear what people say about you every day and you still prove them wrong. still manage to be kind in the face of hate.” hes red now, tears in his eyes.

“and i love every minute with you. you make time pass so quick.. you make me feel safe and loved and appreciated. i love you, eddie.”

he blinks and his tears fall. you coo and wipe them from his cheeks. he smiles, his hand moving from its dutiful place on your cheek to grab your wrist.

“c-can i kiss you?” ever the gentleman he still asks after you’ve laid out your heart to him. as if you’d say no.

you nod, smiling shyly. he leans in, both your hands on each others faces guiding you both towards each other. you close your eyes and all you feel is his soft pillowy lips brushing yours, gentle as he has always been.

you cant hold back. you’ve dreamed about this forever and you always thought you’d be shy about it, gentle and letting him lead.

instead, in the moment, you pull him closer to you in a sudden desperate haze, shoving his lips into yours. he makes a suprised ‘mmf’ sound you absolutely eat up and it only makes you want him more.

his hand finds your hip, pulling you into him now just as needy. his tongue slides across your bottom lip, begging for permission. you moan softly, hoping he doesnt notice but god knows he does, and he needs more. needs to hear you moaning his name.

the second your mouth opens that centimetre, the kiss deepens tenfold as you pull on his clothes. moaning into each others mouths you suddenly realize where you are and whats happening.

you pull back, smiling and panting heavily.

“im gonna close the door”

[eddiegettingshot]

Eddie would definitely contemplate giving the sal treatment to anyone who so much as looks funny at buck. Like my beautiful favourite person ever is here cooking us the best eggs you will ever eat and you cant even stop what youre doing to say hi. And then theyre like cap Im literally polishing the fire truck like you asked 5 minutes ago. Literally he (politely) chews them up in front of the whole house and then threatens to transfer them if they dont eat every last bit of buck’s breakfast in apology. (The 133 dont mention buck at all to probies because eddie’s buck wrath is their form of probie hazing)

this is even funnier when you think about the kind of captain eddie probably is usually. like he’s literally so chill and it usually takes a little while before new people learn that he’s an embarrassing loser dad Underneath. except for buck shows up and he is immediately vibrating like YAY BUCK!! and acting like a besotted fool. so if anyone was under the impression that eddie was normal and cool well they will no longer be mistaken!

[darkcrowprincess]

The losers club parents:

*trigger warning use of homophobic words*

*their parents have all noticed their children have been missing together for hours. They start looking in all the spots the kids hang out.*

Mrs and Mr Uris calling out together, their voices echoing together out near the barrens: STAN!! STANLEY!

Mrs Denbrough freaking out and hyper ventilating: We cant lose another child Zack! I can't lose another baby!

Mr Denbrough tries to console her but it feels like empty words: We'll find him. He'll be alright. Its not like Georgie he's with his friends.

Mr and Mrs Hanlon yell out together next: MIKE!!

Sonia Kaspbrak: Your children are never going near Eddie again! You hear me!

Mr and Mrs Hanlon call out again: MIKE!

Maggie Tozier is unfortunately stuck near Sonia, her husband up ahead with Ms Hanscom so they both could call out for Richie and Ben together. The parents have spread out in a big circle near the woods of the barrens. Each calling out their childrens names hoping they'll hear it. Maggie was unfortunately left to deal with Sonia( who they were surprised that the hypochondriac actually agreed to look with them)

Maggie tries to be nice and puts a comforting hand on Sonia's shoulder: Sonia it will be alright. Well find them. It's not any of the boys fault.

Sonia slaps the women's hand away and goes on a horrible tirade: NO! My Eddie Bear is delicate. He should have never run off with any of these boys! Especially your son!

Maggie is finally pissed off(and protective): What do you mean by that?!

Sonia with a cruel smile on her face: You know what your son is like. The whole town knows what a dirty boy he is. But I will not have that little faggot infecting my son with his disgusting feelings!

Maggie slaps the woman hard across her face. Red is in her vision. Her long nails leave scratches along her fat cheek.

Wentworth, goes to stop his wife from full on beating the shit out of Eddies bitch of a mother: Maggie!

Maggie: Our children are missing and all you care about is saying hurtful things about my son! I don't give a shit if my son is gay or both our kids have feelings for each other! As long as they're happy!

Maggie is about to jump on the vile woman but her husband picks her up. She's still tries to kick and hit at Sonia (unknowingly, she looks a lot like her son in that moment).

Maggie: You are a vile woman and your son deserves better. FRANK WOULD HATE YOU, especially for what your doing to your son.

Sonia: YOU BITCH! You take that back!

Sonia is held back by Mr and Mrs Denbrough.

Maggie: Why its not like I'm lying, Frank if he was alive right now would take Eddie away from you and never look back! And it be within his right! Your suffocating your son!

Sonia screams in anger: I'm protecting him! Its because of all your kids!

The two mothers keep fighting. Which causes the other parents to come closer and try to help. Unknowingly their children are at the top of the cliff of the barrens hearing everything.

All 7 of the losers peak their heads over the cliff to watch everything. Like little animals popping their heads out of hidding.

Eddie and Richie both stare at each other in shock.

Bill: W-we need to get down there. I-I can't believe t-the-y ww-were looking for us.

Richie: Do we have to, I'm actually finding it really cool how badass my mom is being right now.

Bill: R-richie! What about Eddie?!

Eddie with a bit of satisfaction for himself: Give it a few more minutes. Mrs Tozier just tackled my mom into the mud.

The losers all look back to see the fight.

Eddie to Richie: Your mom is so cool.

Richie with stars in his eyes: 🤩 I know right.

Richie without thinking moves fully out of hiding to cheer his mom on: GO MOM!

Maggie who finally hears her son, looks up to see the kids on the cliff: RICHIE?!

The other losers: Richie! How are we suppose to explain this to them?!

*This being the fact that they just finished fighting an evil space clown*

Richie: Oops.

Maggie dropping Sonia Kaspbrak back into the mud, yells back up to her son: RICHARD WENTWORTH TOZIER! Get your ass down here now! You know how worried we have all been!

Richie nervous now: Ooooh full name not good.

[tht0nesimp]

Yandere Losers Club Headcanons

tw; kidnapping but like...less organized and only mentioned a little bit, manipulation, violence, drugging, hypochondria, forced religion,

-he is much to his dismay like his mom

-He's like a constant nurse, even when you promise your fine! Hitting your knee on a rock hurt for sure, but its not like your going to die..well hopefully not, maybe he's right? thoughts like those will become common as he worms his worries into your mind

-He's willing to share, but only with the club, he continues to promise that its what's best for you when he gives you a prescription of Cyclobenzaprine, just enough to not give you too much serotonin syndrome, but a little extra joy is normal! Not being able to get up just means he needs to get you another prescription or eight! You trust him, dont you?

-Eventually when you try to distance yourself, all the drugs hes been giving you, all the prescriptions you now dont take will come crashing down on you. Hes not going to necessarily mock you when the kidnapping happens and you go through extreme stress and withdrawl...but this wouldn't have happened if you!-

-He gets along best with stan and mike, since all three want what's best for you

-He has his problems with, surprisingly, bev. She got you hurt once and he still hasn't completely forgiven her though he will back her up when you try and vent to him about her manipulating you

-Your overreacting! hes hurt you think she would ever spread rumors about you when she was bullied herself. shame, shame, shame on you

-Manipulation to the max, she will make you want to spend time with her. There is no other option

-She's one of the more patient of the group though, when you finally start to distance yourself she will calmly help create a plan to help bring you home. You will inevitably be back after all whether its due to drug dependency or the loser club knocking you out on your way back from a party, is up to the universe

-She wouldnt hurt you to a certain point, if she believes its for the greater good then your tough out of luck. But she prefers to just make you feel guilty and dependent

-she gets along best with stan and ben, as the other two are too scared to stop her

-Hes...trying

-Its not that he doesnt want you to not be a tad scared of him, but you make it so difficult! I mean, hes the worst at hiding his tendencies about you

-He doesnt fully get why you get bothered when he curses out your crush? What could possibly be wrong?

-Dont worry, he would never hurt you EVER. Well, not on purpose, a few scrapes on an adventure is different!

-He gets along best with mike and bill, as they both enjoy going on adventures with you as well

-Eddie and him clash sometimes, mainly just because of eddies naturally overprotective nature around you getting hurt

-Mike is a bit more gentle, hes one of the few who feels guilt about what hes doing

-Hes also very jealous of the others at times, and although hed never take it out on you..sometimes he gets clingy when he thinks you might be prefering the others over him in any capacity of the sense

-It goes without saying that he wouldn't hurt you, but he cant bring himself to rat on the others when the kidnapping happens. He locks the guilt even further back in his mind at that point and refuses to acknowledge when you call them crazy

-He gets along best with eddie and bill, all three are deeply concerned for your safety just about constantly

-Pomegranate??? When he's especially feeling in debt to god for giving you to him, he encourages you to pray! before bed...when you wake up...before eating....whenever you feel like leaving him...yknow when you should be grateful for things!

-If your not super religious he's...ok with that. Sometimes he may wish you were willing to engage with that stuff but he tries not to bring it up too much

-Besides that, hes somewhat tame. But he doesn't feel guilty

-He goes with the vibe of the group so if you do something wrong or when the kidnapping comes around and they feel you need repercussions he's not going to stand up for you but he wont be cruel to you

-He gets along well with bill and mike, theyre all pretty chill with you

-You wont know hes a yandere unless they kidnap you, he's a scrawny little guy with a stutter who is barely keeping on after georgie's death...do your really think hed ever do stuff like that?!

-You help him with his stutter, your one of the big reason he tries to overcome it when hes a bit older

-Theres not much he does besides a bit of manipulation about him feeling guilty for what happened to his brother, after all, who wouldn't feel bad for this poor guy!

-He gets along best with bev, they both like each other...and you so it works out for them to share you

[icetobes]

a rollercoaster of fucking emotions

911 thoughts s7 e5

- HAND MAN

- alien hand ?? lmao

- hen and her knowlate 🫶🏻

- lmao pleasee they’re struggling so much lmao

- oh bucks being choked

- bobby 🫶🏻

- oh eddie… um

- HES CHOKING BUCK AGAIN ??? oh dear

- kinda funny… those poor guys

- HENREN 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 MOTHERSSSS

- THEYRE GETTING A LITTLE GIRL

- i’m so excited this is aaaa

- NO WHAT 😭😭😭

- they’re ??? not ??? getting a little girl ????

- i’m devastated they can’t do this to me i was so excited why would they do this to me

- another girl ?? a nine year old :((((

- they’re the best chance :((( aaa

- THE DATE OH MY GOD

- HERE WE GO

- they’re going to a movie 🥹🥹

- evan.

- HES SO AAA

- the 118 was a regressive place… you did that ngl but it’s okay

- “i’m not lying” BUCK BABY

- “date with a dude” 😭

- A RAINBOE ON HIS INSTA HES SO CUTE 😭😭

- “i guess it’s just me that makes you nervous” IM GONNA AAAA

- HOT CHICKS buck stop ??? help

- SHES MOVING IN ??? HELP MEEEE NOOOO

- EW I CANT

- CLOSET SPACE “right evan” IM GONNA DIE

- he’s so awkward :(((

- “it’s mine”

- “i think you’re adorable but i don’t think you’re ready” IM SOBBING NO

- BABY BUCK NO PLEASE IM SNSOSBSKSBSSI I CANT DO THIS

- aaaa henren again 🥹🫶🏻

- the blanket is the only thing she has left :((

- hen understanding non-verbal i’m going to CRY

- denny is so sweet im aaaaa

- karen getting emotional me too babe

- THE TEDDY AAAA 🥹🥹🥹

- lied to eddie…

- BUCK

- a date…

- he’s not saying it…

- OUTNOF THE WAY

- “this person” he’s so 🫶🏻

- a MARRIED WOMAN IM SO

- “who it is isn’t the point”

- “HE”

- BACK GO THE PRONOUN

- IM AN ALLY BUCK STOP

- “more than an ally”

- “didn’t think that’s where you’re interests lie” eddie diaz

- CHEKC OUT A HOT GUYS ASS

- “EDDIES FRIEND”

- he came out to maddie… kinda im shaking

- THE HOT PILOT BAOSBSOSDB

- eddie and … her… ew

- IM GONNA DIE I CANT DO THIS

- STOP THAT

- i need him to find something dumb

- THE CACTUS “you’re kinda cool” he’s a loser i love him

- A NUN ??? NO WAY SHES ACTUALLY A NUN

- SHUT THE GUCK IP THATS SO FUNNY

- HES QUESTIONING HIS WHOLE LIFE

- IMAGINING HER AS A NUN I CANT IM CRYING

- karen 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

- oh the teddy bear:(

- mara are you okay :((

- oh she’s :(( poor baby :((

- buck at the stationnn

- EDDIE IN THE GYM

- GYM SCENE GYM SCENE

- “you are here early” buck you are literally so awkward

- a avoid not having sex ??? what

- CATHOLIC GUILT OH MY GOD YOURE DAY

- “SHE WAS A NUN” “oh”

- he’s so angry about her past as a nun im crying

- not the cross help…

- GO TO CAP 😭😭😭

- “you looked like you wanted to tell me something” uh

- hen and bobby time

- talk about mara :((

- that poor baby :(

- i hope she realises she’s safe she deserves it

- oh denny :( he’s so sweet i can’t

- karen kinda side eyeing her… don’t make me dislike you :(

- her blanket is her safety net 😭🫶🏻

- “this isn’t working out” NO YOU GOTTA MAKE HER SAFE

- i need this storyline to work out good it’s got to i need this

- BOBBBY TALKING TO EDDIEEE

- second thoughts about moving in BOBBY YOU ARE GOOD

- panic attacks mention

- a commitment phobe

- SHANNON

- demisexual eddie diaz i WILL have you one day

- “only you know that” but i don’t think he does tho

- go to confession hehe

- a dog attack …

- ARE THEY COMPARING A DOG TO THEIR FOSTER GIRL ??? STOP THAT

- they’re literally comparing a dog and a child i can’t

- and they’re vets now ???

- is this twice they’ve saved a dog

- dog :D

- they asked athena 😭😭

- “are you sure” oh my god i’m gonna cry aren’t i ??

- “i don’t want to be another name in a long list of people who failed her” 😔😔😔

- THEYVE ASKED MADDIE TOO

- her little voice oh my heart is breaking

- oh my god :(( mara you poor sweet baby i hope you get the love and safety and happiness you deserve

- i’m crying i can’t do this

- “she was afraid we weren’t goig to wake up” ILL SOB

- LOFT

- LOFT

- LOFT

- “she wants to know what i want for dinner” lmao

- DO I??? stay in the loft 🤭🤭🤭

- NOT WITH GOD WATCHING LMAO

- “i’m gonna have to break up with her” omg best idea you’ve had

- “you and tommy have the best idea”

- IT WAS A DATE

- OH SHIT

- OMG

- WE WERE ON A DATE

- “really?”

- “WAIT TOMMYS GAY” IS SO FUNNY ???

- not questinging buck but tommy 😭😭😭😭

- “is that weird” “NO ABSOLUTELY NOT”

- this do in t change a thing between us

- “he dumped me”

- HE CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM :((((

- “you should call him”

- ONCE HE GETS TO KNOW YOU

- i’m so happy aaaaa

- TURN AROUND AGBTHE DOOR

- VOME HERE

- HUG

- “call tommy”

- not them exiting with a parallel lmao

- hi eddie

- “heyyyy” hes so awkward

- dinner with her brother girl-

- HES SO AWKWARD STOP YOU LOSER I LOVE HIM

- “guy who needs a minute” eddie diaz im in your fucking walls

- DONT YET HER ILL KMS

- EW

- STRAIGHT EDDIE GET OUT OF HERE PLEASE

- “can’t wait to move out” me either LMAO ME

- karen my love 🫶🏻

- the blanket slowly coming down, like a barrier coming down

- “you’re safe here even if it doesn’t feel that way yet” :(((( AAAAAAAA

- SHE SPOKE :((( baby spoke im so proud of her im not okay

- CRYING RN

- BUCK ????

- did he call tommy 🤭🤭

- omg hiiii

- coffee date aaaa

- “mmm so not like that” LMAO

- “i would like to change that” aaa

- “i didn’t want to pressure you” AAAAAAAAAAA

- “i don’t know what im ready for but i am ready for something” i can’t do this

- “COME WITH ME TO MY SISTERS WEDDING” BUCKA AOSJDODBDDIS

- “evan.”

- HOLY SHIT

- DATE TO A WEDDING

- “i need someone to dance with” HOLY SHIT

- HUH

- STOP WEDDIGN ????

- EVERYONE STOP

- OH CLIFFHANGER

- BUCK AND EDDIE WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED

- 80s THEMED PARTY

- THE WEDDING IS THE CLIFFHANGER

- WHERE CHIM???

[eddie-munsons-blog]

“But GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! Let it overflow! Do something stupid! I’m stupid! Do me! I’M YOURS! Fuck, I've never been courted like that! Makes my fucking brain melt!”

To Eddie ♡

Oh eddie… I- I don’t even know what to say- your blushing? Hiding behind your hair? Because of ME. LITTLE OL ME. the “IM YOURS” line made me scream into my pillow so thanks a lot. I know you are eddie- I know EXCALTY how you are and that’s why I like you so much…and yeah I might seem really excited and confident now but- Eddie I’m a nobody..I’m not loud in public like you- and I’m shy..YOU make me shy..

Everything about you gets me flustered! I CANT tell you who I am..you don’t even know me. But I know you..and Eddie your best guy there ever was and you get a lot of attention..I’m just a spec in your world. But I’m trying out here..I like writing to you. I like making you feel special because it’s what you deserve eddie..and honestly I can’t contain the way I feel about you so this helps me a lot. I have thought and written pages about! With lipstick kisses all over the paper it’s embarrassing. But I’m telling you because you need to know someone out here is that crazy about you. Anytime is see something- for example this leather jacket I saw at the thrift store- I think of you..and this one metallic silver nail polish I have..you! And the time I went out with my friends and I saw this guy- with long dark hair I thought my heart was gonna burst out of my chest..but he wasn’t you when he turned around..

And my friends oh my friends try so hard to make me move on..but I never could. Id never be able to move on eddie, you consume me. I don’t care if all I get to do is watch from a far it’s enough for me as long as it’s you..

Is it true your hitting your pillow right now? *Thank you Percy* <3

also I told myself I’d stop with two letters of me acting pathetic but here I am..

~ From your secret admirer ♡

I appreciate your honesty. I know I seem dangerous, dangerously loud, with dangerous opinions that more than not make me enemies... But don't put me on a pedestal. As much as being complemented by you flatters me, I'm just a guy. A loud loser, really.

You act as though you have nothing to give, and I’m holding the keys to the world. Yet I am the one that is empty-handed while you bring gift upon gift in the form of kindness.

Do you know how hard it is when your heart longs for somebody it doesn't know? I don't know what you look like, I don't even know your name, and yet I feel like burning alive with every letter of yours.

At least you can admire me from afar, have your mind run loose over me. I have nothing, even though knowing your feelings is everything!

I promise you that through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I will find a way to have this work whenever you're ready.

So, I beg of you, let your friends stay ingnoted and don't move on from me—Stay. Stay right here with me, hidden away behind a letter. For love is only a four-lettered word that I will lay at your feet, kneeling before you.

✨Percy’s note✨: Jesus Christ. Can you believe that's the same guy that flunked English twice? He's probably turning this whole thing into a song as we speak—well, no. He lies there on the carpet and is dramatically dying like his own personal brand of Romeo. 🙄

[pjobroadwayslut14]

*whispering* adult miniseries reddie could’ve realistically watched halley’s comet pass across the sky together had eddie survived

[septsaph]

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEONE TELL ME TO STOP GETTING INVESTED IN FICTIONAL CHARECTEERRRRSSSSSS

[hxneybimbo]

could we maybe get something on eddie inviting steve in after steve walked on eddie fucking her brains out??? (and eddie casually mentions “steve here likes to watch doesn’t he”) tbh cant stop fucking thinking about that smut LOL fml

eddie munsion x reader & steve harrington x reader 

WARNING: voyeurism, male masturbation, fingering, squirting

Steve really shouldn’t be here. Him being here literally proves Eddie “The Freak” Munson’s theory right: he’s a degenerate fucking pervert who gets off to watching the girl of his dreams getting her brains fucked out. He should feel at least a little bit of shame; but, he doesn’t. All he feels is desperate to catch you both in the act; find you with your legs spread and moaning like the little slut you are while getting completely wrecked by Eddie.

(He didn’t know whether to thank or deck Eddie in the face for coming into Family Video during his shift to extend an invitation. Instead, he gave him an unamused look and told him to fuck off.

“Don’t be such sourpuss, Harrington. Totally get it though, I’d be pretty fuckin’ pissed if I had to deal with blue balls.” Eddie grinned smugly, holding his hands up immediately at Steve’s glare. “I’m kidding, chill dude! But seriously be there, Harrington! You’re in for a real fucking treat, promise.”)

God, does he feel like some pathetic, loser virgin every time he thinks about your pretty cunt being pounded into relentlessly; puffy lips swollen and bruised by Eddie’s balls smack against them. It’s been a real pain in his ass, fisting his cock every night in his room and in his car on every single break of his.

So sue him for accepting Eddie’s invitation and going to his trailer like he was told. His cock is already hard and straining against his jeans after thinking about the treat Eddie’s had planned for him. Was he going to fuck you raw again until your pussy was painted white? Or maybe he’ll get to see you with your legs spread out, cunt on full display with Eddie’s fingers pistoning in and out of you for an hour or two straight?

Like always, the front door of Eddie’s trailer is open, practically demanding him to walk in. He slips inside the house and walks towards the familiar hallway that leads to Eddie’s room. This time there’s no music, just complete and utter silence. He gingerly pauses half way down the hall when he hears your cute whimpers and he takes a deep breath. He definitely can’t do this. He’s fucking sick in the head or something. What kind of person gets off to watching people fuck? Steve most definitely doesn’t.

No, nope, not at all. He’s a normal guy with normal fucking kinks. The regular kind.

“Don’t be a fucking coward, Steve.” He muttered to himself. “Just walk in there and watch and maybe we won’t get turned on. Maybe it was just a fucking fluke.”

He anxiously brushed his hand through his hair and sighed, feet moving forward to stop in front of Eddie’s bedroom door. He turns the doorknob and he sucks in his breath as he opens the door. He stays still in his spot as he finds you with your legs spread and Eddie’s ring clad fingers sunk inside of your pretty cunny, pistoning in and out of you. The squelching sounds of your soaking pussy mixed with your sweet whimpers go straight to Steve’s cock, twitching and hardening underneath his jeans.

He awkwardly stands there with a hard on. He doesn’t know if he should make his presence known, interrupt the both of you. He thinks it’d be cruel to interrupt both of you when he can tell you’re so close to cumming all over Eddie’s fingers. The way your back arches off of your boyfriend’s lap and your moans start to get louder and more high pitched. He tenses when the dark haired stoner makes quick eye contact with him, smirking lightly before he gives you his full attention. Eddie will always prioritize his princess and he’s gonna make sure you at least got your fourth orgasm that he promised you.

Your thighs tremble along with your body as Eddie fucks your pretty little cunny so well, hitting that sweet spot that always has you squealing out Eddie’s name and spasming. You don’t notice Steve at all, not when your eyes are clenched and your too focused on begging Eddie to stop because it’s too much for your sensitive pussy. You’re gripping his wrist with your hand and trying to clamp your thighs down his hand, whining softly.

“S’too much, Daddy! N-No more!” You sob loudly, a little shriek escaping you when Eddie’s thumb starts to caress your swollen clit. He gives your cunt a harsh smack as a warning, ignoring your whimpers and protests.

“Shut the fuck up and take it you ungrateful, little slut,” Eddie hissed against your ear, fingers curling inside of the tight gummy walls of your pussy. “You were the one beggin’ me to play with your pussy, so fuckin’ take it.”

Honestly, Steve didn’t expect Eddie to be a mean dom or have a daddy kink. Nor did he expect you, Miss. “I’m a good girl who is too innocent for this fucking world”, to be so depraved. To be such a little fucking slut as Eddie likes to call you. God, what he would to shove his cock down your throat. He pulls down his zipper and jeans silently, wrapping his hand around his thick cock and he groans quietly. He doesn’t want to make any loud noises that will interrupt this fucking art so he silently begins fisting and grinding into his hand, watching how Eddie fingers you.

Eddie’s ruthless with the way his fingers hit your most sensitive area inside of you. It doesn’t help with the fact that he’s thumbing your sensitive, raw clit. And god, do you take it. Your brain turns to mush as drool seeps out of your mouth, flood of tears trailing down yours as your fourth orgasm of tonight crashes over you hard. All you muster up is a silent scream, your body spasming and clamping your thighs down on Eddie’s hand as your pussy gushes all over his sheets.

“Fuck,” Both Steve and Eddie muttered as they watched your pretty pussy gush and squirt all over the already stained bed. It doesn’t take long for Steve to cum into his own hand, grunting quite loudly as he paints his palm white. You slump against Eddie’s chest and pant softly, opening your eyes to find Steve with his hand wrapped around his cock. You let out a quiet squeak and you immediately sit up, pushing your shirt down to cover your tits and pussy.

“Steve?!”

Eddie threw his head back and let out a loud, boisterous laugh, startling you. You look up at him with your lips jutted into a small pout and eyebrows furrowed into confusion. Eddie takes a peek at you before turning his head up to stare at Steve; the smile on his face breaking into a wide, amused grin.

“Steve here likes to watch, Princess.” Eddie leans forward to whisper those words against your ear. “Like a sick fuckin’ perv.”

You turn to look at Steve with wide, innocent eyes and back at Eddie. “Like a perv?”

“Total fuckin perv.” Eddie nods with a light chuckle, nearly cooing at your confused yet so adorable expression. He forgets how dumb you get after he gives you an orgasm. A little bit of his cock gets you a bit stupid too.

Steve scowls at Eddie, “I’m not a fucking pervert! It’s just a fucking… very different kink that I happen to be into.”

Eddie shoots his arms up in mock surrender, “Hey, whatever weird kinks you’re into isn’t any of my business but I’m just saying– Jacking off to watching my girl get fingered? Pervert type shit.”

You don’t know what to say except awkwardly sit there. You’re a little ashamed and embarrassed that Steve watched the whole entire thing—that you were clueless to his presence the entire time. But knowing that he was jacking off to you being fucked by your boyfriend, slightly turned you. You eye the white liquid that’s seeping out of his palm and your thighs clench together, your pussy fluttering.

Eddie caresses your hip and you shiver when the cool metal of his rings touch your skin. Your boyfriend trails kisses down your neck and nips your ear, “Don’t think I don’t know you’re turned on by having an audience, Princess. He can watch all he wants but he can’t touch. You’re mine, got that? That means this pussy is mine too.”

You gulp and nod, eyeing Steve and blushing when he eyes you up. It doesn’t help with the fact that his cock is still very hard and so, so thick that you can’t help but want to wrap your pretty lips around and worship it. But compared to Eddie’s? Your boyfriend’s cock was pretty, so so pretty that you’re obsessed with it.

“Let’s give him a show, princess. Gonna show him how to fuck a goddess like you.” Eddie grins.

[emixion]

Ok so in addition to ballerina!eddie please consider hiphopdancer!richie

-they go to the same studio but obviously never have class together because they do different types of dance

-Richie likes staying after his class to watch the ballerinas (he's fascinated by how graceful they are compared to his intense hip hop) and has maaaajor heart eyes for Eddie.

-Eddie pretends to be annoyed with Richie's onlooking but he secretly likes it and holds his head a little higher when he notices Richie peeking during his class

-of course Richie flirts with Eddie between their classes and Eddie rolls his eyes and tries to hide his blush

-Eddie eventually starts going to the studio early so he can see Richie in his class and lowkey gets weak in the knees cuz boy's got MOVES

-When they start dating they're the ultimate dance power couple and will pirouette/six step your ass if you try to mess with them

-Richie kissing Eddie's head on his way into the studio. "Have a good class, babe."

-they get eachother flowers for their recital and have to hide them in the dressing room

-Sneaking into the wings of the stage for one last kiss and "kick ass, babe!"

-Richie trying to mimic Eddie's moves when he practices

-"Your form is terrible. Point your feet, dumbass!"

-Richie practicing before goofily scooping Eddie up and swinging him around to the beat

-Both of them dancing like idiots around their studio after classes are done for the day playing their songs over the speakers and just enjoying being together

-ballerina!eddie and hiphop!richie

[thatgazebobullshit]

The Losers dressing up as each other for Halloween: a concept

[kittyspring-creates]

With steves dream of taking a summer vacation in an rv why is no one talkong about him taking the dnd troup on vacation, him and Robin taking the kids on a road trip to go see the grand canyon and stuff.

Max relentlessly wanting ti drive and steve saying no everytime. Licas and Dustin ending up in debats about this and that and Max calling them all losers affectionitly. Will gets the Dnd session he always wanted. Eddie making the longest Campange of the trip, sucking max into the game to keep herself busy. Robins at a loss as she cant keep up with all the rules. Eddie give a big reveal and Steve from the drivers seat asks what happened to the lacky and spills some facts they all forgot about the campaigne. The game Stalls as everyone looks at him.

Its a free for all on the food. Burger wrappers everywhere.

They do camp outs sometimes at night. Where Eddie tells them all ghost stories. No ones scared they just like how into it he gets. Until Robin tells a ghost story ans Steve hides in the bushes. The guys all scream when he jumps out and Max laughs and Lucas jumping into Dustins arms. Will and Mike fumble to run and Eddie falls the the grpund cradling his head. Robin and Steve are in histerics as Steve patts those closes to him to make sure their ok. No ones ok the whole troup is mad at him.

They prank Steve the old fashioned way. Tickling his nose and making him slap whipped creme on his face. He yells a groggy 'oh come on' as Eddie and the group scatter.

Steve falls alseep while driving and Eddie takes over for him so he can pass out in the passanger seat. Its an oddly quiet moment all expecting Eddie to play his tunes high but their low and for once theres no debaing going on just a bunch of teens catching up woth one another after a hard year being apart either emotionally or physically.

(Els not invited cause she wanted to spend the summer with her dad and also cause she needs to keep a low profile)

Que emotional bonding moments. Eddie sees will distancing himself from the group when they make stops sometimes. His glances always on Mike. Eddie does his Eddie thing and gets Will to project into his Dnd character then praises will the wise. It leads to him stating how knowledge is power but it is also a burden. Will admits theres somethings he cant talk to his brother about. Horrible things and Eddie belts that he is everything horrible and he hold on to all dark secrets past and present. He bows to willand presents an invisable scroll. 'This will the wise is my gift to you. A secret is knowledge and a secret can also bring comfort' he tells will once he acxepts the scroll that he is very much into men and lately his heart pings to the right everytime Steve smiles at him. Will doesnt really understand all the words be he gets it, he is just liek Eddie and he sobs. Eddie hugs him and ruffles his hair letting him know he is not alone. Later that day he buys Will a metal bandana. Robin also picks one up till Eddie tells her why he wheres his in his left pocket. At frist Robin throws the fabric away then chuckles when she thinks about it. Asking Eddie if hes sure about his role then looks at Steve. He playfully taps her and she taps back with a giggle. Its then that he realizes Robins wlw.

Fill free to add more

[thorniest-rose]

reddie halloween prompt #5 undead

On the sixth night of the third week after they destroy IT, Richie returns to Eddie.

The Losers all try to stop him. On that first night back at the Town House, Eddie breaks down at the bar, telling them that there had to be a way. That there must be a spell in one of Mike’s books that could reverse what had happened. That they at least had to try.

“He died by mystical means... that means we can bring him back,” he begs, while they all look at him pitifully. Even Stanley, who had understood Richie in a way the others never could, turns his face away.

“Think about what you’re saying, Eddie,” Ben says, eyes dark and wounded as he cradles a glass of whiskey. “People aren’t supposed to come back like that. It could go wrong."

“He’s gone, baby,” Bev agrees softly, placing her hand on Eddie's arm so gently it hardly feels like anything at all. It was nothing like Richie’s rough, boisterous touch. “We all have to accept that and move on.”

But Eddie was unshakeable, inconsolable.

He won't let himself be pulled into Bev's hug, and he refuses to take part in the ritualistic sharing of memories. Reminiscing about bug-eyed glasses and skinned knees; about the plethora of voices, or the way Richie had once held a baseball bat so bravely. The little monster slayer. Instead all Eddie could think about was the body that was currently on ice in Derry's small morgue down the street. The body that had once been Richie's, until the clown tore a hole through his chest. Right now his lips were probably turning blue. 

The thought has Eddie staggering from the bar with tears stinging his eyes, ignoring the Losers as they call out to him, so he can lock himself away in Richie’s room. In the dark he peels out of his clothes and folds himself into a clean t-shirt from Richie’s bag. It’s an old tour shirt from 2012 and it’s so big on Eddie it almost swallows him whole. 

For a single, overwhelming moment Eddie wishes he really could be swallowed up, that he'd chosen to stay down in the sewers with Richie’s body. That they had disappeared into the earth together. 

But instead he was here. And all he could do was ache as Richie's body started to slowly disintegrate down in the morgue.

Eddie doesn’t know how much time passes before Bill comes to him. Bill, who knocks on Eddie's door until he answers, wrapped in Richie's t-shirt and nothing else.

After a second's hesitation Eddie invites him in, and the two men stand by the door, the silence between them growing like a cancer, until Bill reaches out and places his hand on Eddie’s tear-sticky cheek.

“I need to tell you something,” he says, voice on the verge of his old stutter. “I need you to know that I love you. I always did, even when we were kids. And I can’t have you leave without you knowing that.”

And Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t consider it. That he didn’t consider letting Bill press him down to the mattress and spread his thighs open. That for a moment he didn’t think about how it would feel for Bill to open him up. First with his fingers, and then his cock. To push inside him in the way Eddie had always daydreamed about as a boy with his bed sheets bunched up between his legs. Maybe Bill could help fill the emptiness that Eddie had felt opening up inside him from the moment they left the sewers.

But then he thinks of Richie’s body, how he looked when he died, what he said, and he pulls away. Out of Bill's warm embrace and back to the bed, the sheets still creased with the imprint of Richie’s slumbering body.

Eddie fixes his eyes on the bed and says, "It doesn’t matter, because I don’t love you."

Behind him he can almost feel the way Bill’s face falls. Can almost feel the hurt noise Bill makes in his own throat.

“Okay,” Bill says shakily. "You need time, I understand that. Maybe we should talk about this again tomorrow."

Sorrow makes Eddie's tongue sharp as he looks over his shoulder and says, “I don’t need time. I need Richie. And I sure as hell don’t need you. You're half the man Richie ever was."

The look on Bill's face feels like a knife, but he can't bring himself to care. All he wants is to be left alone and a moment later he is, as Bill slips out the door as quietly as he walked in. Richie would never have done that, Eddie thinks. He would have made a racket. He would never take no for an answer.

Richie had been the only person who'd never treated Eddie like he was made from glass.

Later, in the dead patch of night just after 3am, Eddie pulls on a pair of jeans and leaves the Town House. He leaves behind most of his things: his clothes, his pills, his toiletries. Suddenly, nothing really matters. Not his last Valium, and not the pot of moisturizer that cost more than Myra’s entire make-up cabinet. Definitely not the sad little life that marked his entire childhood in Derry. He doesn’t even leave a note to say goodbye. 

Before heading to the airport he breaks into Mike’s room above the library to rifle through all the books the man had collected over the years. Half wrecks the place to find what he needs, the spell that will bring Richie back. When he finds it he makes a noise he doesn’t recognise, something like a sob but also a groan. Half desperate, half wild. He clutches the book so hard he almost rips the page.

A frantic Mike emerges in the doorway just as Eddie turns to leave. His eyes dart down to the book clasped in his arms and they grow shockingly wide.

“Eddie, stop. Think about what you’re doing.”

“You can’t stop me,” Eddie says, pressing the book tighter to his chest, against the stupid t-shirt with Richie’s cartoon face. 

“You need to put the book down. You’re not thinking right. You can’t do this, sweetheart, Richie wouldn’t want you to.”

The sound of Richie’s name breaks through the haze. A second later Eddie’s pulling the gun out of his back pocket. The one he had found hidden in Mike’s old things.

He points it at his old friend and says, “Don’t tell me what Richie would want.”

Mike’s hands dart up. “Eddie-”

"Don’t talk,” Eddie snaps. “And if you come near me I’ll kill you. I’m not joking, I’ll do it."

“Please don’t do this,” Mike says. “This isn’t like you. You’re exhausted, and you’re angry. I understand, and all I want to do is help you. But please put the gun down.”

Eddie doesn’t put the gun down but he does cock it, even with his fingers trembling.

“Don’t tell me what to do. All my life people have only ever told me what to do.”

“You’ll regret it,” Mike says quietly. “You think you can just snap your fingers and bring him back? Things like this always require a price.”

But Eddie won’t be swayed. Not now.

“Step away from the door,” he says. "And don’t even think about coming after me. I’m done with this fucking cemetery of a town and I’m done with you.”

As soon as Mike steps aside, Eddie rushes past him, the book to his chest. He makes sure not to look at Mike’s face. At the hurt and disappointment etched there.

In the cold night air outside, Eddie hardly feels the tears on his face.

Eddie leaves Maine for the last time that morning on the first flight to New York.

When he emerges in the airport, Myra comes to him, her face swimming in tears, her chest heaving. She clasps Eddie to her, cooing over him, telling him how worried she was, how she had called the police, that she thought he was dead. And usually Eddie would feel contrite, would try to comfort her, but all he feels is that emptiness inside him grow. 

Eddie can’t wait. The next day he completes the ritual when Myra is out food shopping. He spreads the red sand in a wide circle on their plush cream carpet and sprinkles the crushed animal bones in each key place. In the middle of the circle he places Richie’s glasses, still smudged with his blood. Then he recites the incantation from the book, not once stumbling over the strange words.

Myra finds him an hour later, passed out on their bed, a huge crimson stain half scrubbed out of the living room carpet, and demands to know what happened. But Eddie only mumbles that he can’t remember.

That afternoon Myra makes an appointment with one of the top therapists in Manhattan, saying her husband was suffering from a severe bout of melancholy.

There's no sign of Richie that day, or on the next, or the next. Eddie thought Richie would have magically appeared after the ritual. He’d expected lights and noise, like in a magician’s show, and that in a big puff of smoke Richie would be restored. But nothing happened. And maybe, Eddie thinks as cries into his pillow, he doesn't deserve it. He’d only ever been cruel and callous to Richie, maybe he doesn't deserve to get him back at all.

He waits and he dreams. Every night as he lies next to Mya, he dreams about Richie for the first time in years. He dreams of the two of them as children, touching hands and sharing ice-cream; and as teenagers driving around in Richie’s old truck, his legs draped over Richie’s lap as the other boy ghosted his fingers over his calves. And he dreams of a life they never had. Of first kisses, and love confessions, and slow bursts of love making during that sleepy time of morning when the sky turns milky just before dawn.

Every morning he wakes up with wet cheeks. And the emptiness continues to grow.

Over the next few days Eddie gets quieter and more withdrawn. He stops going to work and he doesn’t swallow any of the pills that Myra tries to force on him, spitting them into the toilet as soon as he can get away from her. She’s worried about him, he knows that, but he can’t bring himself to care.

He also doesn't care about all the missed phone calls from the Losers, or the string of texts and voice messages begging him to reconsider, telling him to call. He half types a text to Bev saying, when will it start to feel better? It didnt work anyway, i guess i cant do anything right but it lies half-written on his phone for two days before he deletes it. In the end he blocks their numbers and throws his phone into his bedside drawer.

But then, towards the end of the third week, Eddie wakes up and something feels off. 

He can’t describe it, he just feels strange. Tense, the way he always felt before running. And slightly sick. That morning he finds himself watching the news as he chews on his thumbnail. A nervous little tick he hasn’t fallen back into since his late 20s. But there’s no impending catastrophe, no signal of anything ominous. He even scans the local Derry news on his iPad but finds nothing of note beyond a couple of farm cows found brutalised, torn open, their guts hanging out. A local nut job was blamed and arrested. 

Just as he’s about to put the iPad down and make his egg-white omelette for breakfast, his eyes catch on a small story: a break-in at the Derry morgue. It’s dated as the same week that the Losers were in Derry, just two days after he disappeared. He realises, with a quiver, that it was the day after the incantation, the ritual to bring Richie back. 

Eddie places his iPad down and goes to the bathroom, where he sits in the bath in the way he did as a child, when he was trying to calm the panic attack he felt growing under his skin. He sits there until he feels like his heart isn’t about to burst out of his skin and can go about his day again.

It doesn’t mean anything, he says to himself. Break-ins happen all the time. It doesn’t mean anything at all.

That evening he makes a simple dinner of grilled chicken and asparagus with a white wine sauce. But he can hardly eat. That feeling of unease had stayed with Eddie all day, and as the sky darkened outside it had only grown. Crawling up his throat, seizing his stomach, until he was choking on it.

Across the table he can hear Myra talking, but she’s muffled, like she’s talking underwater. 

“A man was killed just a few blocks from us, Eddie, did you hear? It’s awful, apparently he was found ravaged, torn open.”

“Oh,” Eddie murmurs. 

Myra frowns. “Are you even listening?”

And Eddie isn’t, but he nods his head.

After he’s pushed his food around his plate for a few more minutes, Eddie tells Myra he needs some fresh air, and before she can argue he slips out into the garden. 

He ducks around the veranda outside. When he’s sure he’s completely hidden, he pulls a crumpled pack of cigarettes out his pocket. They’re not his, of course, they’re Richie’s. A pack he’d taken from his room at the Town House when he left that night. He hasn’t been able to smoke one yet, has only lifted one to his lips when Myra wasn’t around so he could pretend to taste Richie’s lips on it. But he suddenly wants to smoke one now, lighting it quickly so he can take a puff. The first one he’s ever taken. He hopes it’ll help him feel closer to Richie. But all it does is make his eyes water instantly and fill his throat with an acrid burn, bending him forwards to retch. It’s disgusting.

Eddie throws the cigarette away and crushes it into the ground with a grimace, wondering how Richie did that every single day. How that could ever be enjoyable. 

But Richie had always been an excruciating anomaly, even when they were kids.

As he turns to walk back into the house, planning to go straight to the bathroom and wash the taste of smoke out of his mouth, the back of his neck prickles. Like he’s being watched. Eddie whips around, expecting to see a figure at the end of his yard. Maybe a dark silhouette half-hidden by the trees. But there’s nothing there. Not a flutter of a bird. Not the bright eyes of a cat skulking in the hedge. Nothing. And after a moment, Eddie swipes a hand over the back of his neck and makes his way back into the house. 

Inside, Myra asks him what’s wrong, that he looks like he’s seen a ghost. The saying makes Eddie laugh, forcing out a strange, high-pitched noise that has her reeling back in her chair. But Eddie doesn’t stick around to apologise. He walks out of the kitchen and collapses into bed, suddenly exhausted. 

He thinks of the text he’d half-written to Bev. When will it start to feel better? And a voice that sounded exactly like Pennywise's rings in his head. Never, Eddie baby! Haven’t you realised that? It never gets better!!

A noise wakes Eddie up that night. He’d only fallen into a shallow sleep, so the noise is enough to make him bolt up in bed, his heart racing. Next to him, Myra snores heavily, almost eclipsing the noise from downstairs, but Eddie’s ears still prick up, seeking out the source of the noise. He hears it again: the tinkle of broken glass, followed by a loud crunch, like someone is walking over it.

Fear makes Eddie recoil back against the headboard. But he can't ignore it. He slips out of bed and into the hallway, peering into the dark downstairs. After a moment, he swallows the sick feeling in his mouth and descends the stairs, feeling much too like a young woman from a gothic horror film.

It’s cold down in the hallway, and he quickly realises it’s because the front door is open. He pauses by the stairway, his body going taut. No, the door wasn’t open. It was broken, hanging flimsily from its hinges, shards of glass and wood on the floor. 

But there was more too: smudged, muddy footprints tracking from the front door into the hallway, like someone had broken down the door and dragged their feet inside. 

Eddie’s trying to mentally catalogue how far the phone is, how long it’ll take him to dart into the living room and call the police to report a break-in when the back of his neck prickles again. Behind him he hears the heavy exhale of someone breathing.

He spins around fast, heartbeat ratcheting up like a series of gunshots, and that’s when he sees him. Richie. Standing in the doorway to the kitchen watching him. 

"Richie," he gasps.

And it was Richie, somehow. Despite the blue tinge to his skin, and the black tracing of veins skittering down his neck and arms. Even though he didn’t have his glasses, and his clothes lay in filthy shreds around his arms and legs, revealing large tantalising glimpses of the thick muscles at his thighs, the tendons popping like lines of rock on his arms. He’d look like a centrefold ripped from a woman's magazine if it wasn’t for the mud streaking down his legs and the scabbed chest wound dissecting his chest, right where the clown had pierced him. 

“Eddie,” Richie says thickly, like his throat is clogged with dirt. “I’m here.”

“What...” Eddie stumbles, breath hitching. “What are you doing here?”

And he knows it’s a stupid question, but he doesn’t know what else to say. Because he feels like he’s about to pass out, the pulse at his neck frozen in fear.

“I came back for you,” Richie says. And his eyes are so shockingly blue. Bluer than they had ever been when he was alive. So blue they were almost silver, electrifying the air. 

Eddie thinks, All the way here? From Derry?

“But you’re dead,” he murmurs. 

But Richie shakes his head. “I’m not. Or at least not anymore. I remember the sewers. The clown. And then nothing. Blackness. Until I was pulled out... by you.”

Eddie feels faint. “By me?” 

Richie nods, and starts walking towards him. As he does, the smell hits Eddie. It’s a damp smell, like a puddle of water, or the smell at the bottom of a well. Like mud left behind after a downpour of rain. And beneath that the faint smell of rot, like fruit that had started to turn bad in the basement.

“Yes, by you,” Richie says. “Your voice, it pulled me out of the dark. You were calling to me. I woke up and I knew I had to find you again. That I couldn’t rest until I did.”

The spell, Eddie thinks drunkenly as Richie comes close, it had worked. 

“Richie,” he moans, feeling everything well up inside him. Everything he had repressed over the last three weeks. The grief. The rage. The yearning. All surging and crashing over him where he’d forced himself to go numb. It overtakes him completely, and Eddie thinks he might fall to the floor. 

He starts to cry as he says, "Richie, I did everything I could. I wanted to save you. But the clown, it was too much. You were already gone and I coudn't- and I wanted to die too, I just wanted to curl up and fucking die-"

Richie shushes him, hand coming up to curl in the hair at the back of his head.

"You did save me, baby, don't you see? I'm only here now because of you."

That’s when Eddie notices the red staining on Richie’s chest. He blinks. And suddenly he remembers the story of the dismembered cows, how their blood had been drained. And the murder Myra had mentioned. The man a few blocks down. He had been found gutted, torn open from his sternum to his groin. How his viscera had been missing.

And Eddie realises it’s not staining at all. It’s a thick layer of gore splattered over his chest hair. His hands are mattered in it too, all the way to his wrists, like he’d sunk his hands into something and pulled out the meat.

“Richie,” he says. “What have you done?”

They’re interrupted by the creak of the bottom stair, and Myra’s voice as she calls out, “Eddie, what’s going on? Eddie, are you all right? I heard voices.”

“Myra,” he says, turning to see her staring in shock at their broken front door.

"Myra, don't-"

But that's when she sees Richie. This strange man standing in her hallway with muddy feet and blood on his chest. With his blue skin and black veins and strange silver eyes.

She starts to scream.

Richie is on her in an instant. He rushes past Eddie, pushing him to the wall as he dashes down the hallway. He knocks Myra down to the floor and as she opens her mouth on a fresh scream, his teeth land at the skin of her neck, tearing it open. He rips her apart, first at her throat, her screams gurgling thick with blood, and then at her chest. His hands come down and he rips her apart like she's nothing more than cellophane. Once she's split open, Richie dips his head down and feasts on her blood and bone. He looks like a starved, feral animal gorging itself on a bounty, and the noises he makes as he rips the meat from the pulsing cavity at her chest isn’t human. Eddie realises, faintly, that he’s eating Myra’s heart, that the blood dripping down his chin is from her arteries, and he trembles.

Mike’s words ring in his head. Things like this always require a price.

Myra dies quickly, her screams stuttering out, eyes going glassy, but Richie doesn’t stop eating for a long time.

Terror roots Eddie to the spot. He can’t run, he can’t scream. He can only lean back against the wall and stare. At the thing that used to be his best friend, the man he loved, eat his wife open from the inside.

The next thing he knows, Richie is rising, and he’s coming towards Eddie, a blue fire raging in his eyes. Eddie tries to scramble away, but Richie’s too fast for him, and the two men tumble to the floor in a tangle of limbs.

Richie presses him to the floor, his mouth at Eddie’s neck, weight crushing him down, and Eddie thinks, This is it. This is always how it was going to end.

But Richie doesn't kill him. He doesn’t tear his throat out or drink his blood. Instead Richie kisses him. Presses the softest, sweetest kiss to the base of his neck.

“I love you, Eddie,” he whispers when he pulls back, eyes bright, mouth clotted with gore. “I love you and I came back for you.”

Eddie blinks up at him, his chest heaving. He thinks dizzily, Richie, it’s really you. And before he can stop himself, his hands are flying up to grab Richie by the shoulders and he's pulling the other man down. Their mouths meet in a fierce clash of lips and teeth, more a bite than a kiss, Richie's tongue stabbing into him. And even though Eddie winces at the thick taste of Myra’s blood, at the hint of decay in his mouth, he still tastes so much like Richie that Eddie throbs.

“I waited for you,” he pants in the short gap between their lips. “I waited so long.”

“I’m here,” Richie says hotly. “I’m here and I’m never leaving you alone again.”

And Eddie had imagined what their first time would be like at countless moments over the last few weeks. If it would be fast or slow. If Richie would be rough with him or gentle. But he never thought it would be anything like this, with Richie tearing his clothes off him and touching every inch of his skin. He never knew Richie would look like this, with this dark, hungry expression, as he thumbs Eddie’s nipples to sore pink peaks and sucks a huge, dark bruise over his heart. He never thought Richie would act so desperately, as his hand disappears between Eddie’s legs to open him up, fingers wet with spit and blood. Eddie never knew it would feel this much like being claimed, like being consumed

When Richie pushes inside him, shoving his filthy jeans down and pulling Eddie’s hips up so he can slot his cock against Eddie’s small opening, it hurts. Eddie’s never had a man inside him before, and it hurts so much. It’s agony. Richie’s hard cock tearing up into him in a searing, insistent push. But Eddie still arches his back off the floor, trying to get every inch of Richie inside him, feeling the white-hot pain sealing up all the numb, dead spots inside him. Richie fucks him like that, like they’re animals, hard into the floor as he growls against him. He ruts against Eddie, pushing his cock as deeply as it can go on every thrust, Eddie’s pained moans never slowing him. He fucks Eddie like he’s trying to disappear inside him, and the thought only makes Eddie harder, makes him cum fast as he whines like a broken toy.  

In the distance a phone rings. But Eddie can’t hear it. Because between the taste of Richie in his mouth, and the feel of his cock, he can’t bring himself to care. And as Richie sinks his cold teeth into Eddie’s bottom lip and groans, "You're mine, you’re fucking mine," Eddie finally feels okay. He feels something like peace. For the first time in 27 years he's right where he needs to be.

[toziers]

Idk about chili’s *discourse* but now i cant stop thinking about ch 2 dinner scene taking place in a chili’s

oh my god.... you’re right..... 

it’s richie’s idea. derry’s started to get with the times (as much as derry can, which is why they end up with a chilis) and richie’s gotten into this habit of ending the shows that dont go well by finding the nearest applebee’s and drinking as many dollaritas as they’ll give him before ubering home and passing out shirtless on his couch. sadly, there’s no applebees, but chili’s is close enough, even if the drinks are a little bit pricier (not that richies thinking hes going to need the drinks or anything-- its just his old pals, right? eddie, and .... eddie..........hm. whatever, two-for-one margaritas arent that much more expensive)

stan vehemently refuses to come (yes, he’s alive, suck my dick andy mushtitty). seriously? a chilis? they’re already going to be in derry of all places, and now stan’s gotta deal with it being in a chilis on top of that? stan suggests no less than five other restaurants, which most of the losers reply they’d be happy to go to, but richie is firm on the fact he refuses to get drunk in a nice restaurant. stan eventually gives up after richie promises not only to buy stan’s meal, but to owe him Some Big Favor when all of the clown bullshit is over. 

mike eats at chilis about once a week, so its nothing out of the ordinary for him. actually, when he walks in, the staff recognize him, and mike’s not (that) offended when they hide their shock that he’s not eating alone this evening. they set up a table in the back and they’re all so excited that mike’s out on the town with his pals that they bring over a whole round of drinks for everyone for free. bill rests his hand on mikes as its happening when he thanks mike for such a special treat, and the waitress leans down and whispers (loudly) she’ll make sure the table has their private time. mike will probably never return to this chili’s based on that comment alone, and the rest of the pennywise spectacular hasn’t even happened yet

bill is JAZZED. are you kidding? chilis? thats like, unironically his favorite restaurant. the endless chips & salsa, the decadent chicken crispers, the ranch dressing that is, for whatever reason, way better at chilis than any other brand of ranch dressing hes ever had. richie pitches the idea and bill gets so excited that half the reason stan gives up on finding another place to eat is because bill starts getting those big sad puppy eyes that no one, not even stan, can resist. once seated, bill, blushing, asks mike if he wants to split a flatbread. stan and bev just roll their eyes at each other because splitting a flatbread in chilis is basically gay first base.  

eddie hates chili’s. he’s never actually been to one before, but he hates it. at least, he hates it until he has 3 & 1/2 strawberry margaritas and all of a sudden he LOVES chilis, and he LOVES these margaritas, and hey, richie, asshole, lets fucking arm wrestle, right here! why doesnt he go to chilis more? they should go to chilis all the time.

bev and ben split a 2 for $25, and when the waitress delivers their food “to the happy couple”, neither of them try to correct her. 

the rest of dinner goes probably very similar to it chapter 2 except at the end of the meal there’s no fortune cookies, instead monsters start crawling out of the lavacakes everyone had ordered, and when mike starts slamming the chair on the table, the chili’s staff don’t even come over because last year their rat problem nearly got the building shut down and they trust mike to kill it

[soulwillower]

isn’t this easy?• bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader)      

warnings: swearing, some angst, fluff, poorly written, unedited!!!

... idk what this is

[losers + reader are aged up to high school in this.]

2.2k words

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bill’s eye rolls were getting increasingly more aggressive and painful to watch as you and the losers sit in the clubhouse, silently eyeing the boy as he leans against a pole with his phone to his ear. on the other line, an upset voice spits words like “insensitive,” “asshole,” “stupid,” and “embarrassing” but bill says nothing back, sighs emitting slowly from worried down lips with a pained and embarrassed look.

bill was broke, and not in an economic sense as much as in his relationship. he’d never admit it to you up front, but he told eddie and ben three days ago that his girlfriend was taking so much more than she was giving. and its killing him. 

its not like none of you noticed, it’s just that he’s still with her despite that that hurts you.

you cant help the twinge of anger that lights a fire deep within you; you open your mouth to question the berating insults that were just flying through his phone from the girls that was supposed to love him.  

richie asks before you have a chance. “whats got your girl’s panties in such a twist, big bill?” mike chuckles and okay, not exactly the words you would have chosen, but the grimace and shrug bill responds with suggests the job was done either way.

“e-earlier today i m-made a thats wh-what she said j-joke.”

you blink and share a look with eddie before looking back in shock to bill. “and thats all? you got all of that just from a joke? what, was it bad?”

he shakes his head, “i th-thought it was funny. she and her boring flathead f-friends didnt. i’m in the d-doghouse, now.”

it’s quiet then, because all seven of you - and possibly bill himself - were all thinking it, but not even you or richie were bold enough to just say it. plus, bill could never betray the treatment that he’s always known, and it's killing you to watch him wilt under this girl. he gets this treatment from his parents and now his girlfriend, too. it hurts you everywhere.

and in the silence of the group, the sarcastic 'cheers' gesture that bill makes with his can of soda is a sad reminder that he’s going to stay true to the golden core that once defined a now-dying infatuation.

but you’re fairly certain that golden core started rotting the moment they’d met. 

- 

sometimes, when bill gets flashbacks or around the certain times that he cant help but stare forlornly at the empty room across his hall, he would call her.

she didn't get it, of course she didn't. she tried to help him the first few times, like a decent girlfriend - really, the bare minimum - but it got hard for her. or she didn't want that part of bill. 

she only wanted the ‘good parts,’ you’d heard. but that doesn't make sense, because every part of bill is a good part. 

she doesn't get him, she doesn't understand the depths of trauma and hurt that swirls slowly below the depths of his 6’1 frame - behind his smiles, his leadership, his kindness, cheer, and unsullied bravery and intuition.

the losers get it, you get it. because you were there along with him the whole time and though still none of you want to outright address it for fear of getting violently sick as you recall memories. 

but you and bill can talk about it in a way that’s accessible for the two of you and it’s typically stuff that makes you laugh or makes you uncomfortable upon reflection, the fuzzy memories that get harder to recall the older you grow. 

and because of that, more often than not you’ll get a text and then sit in your car down the block until you see her leave his house before sneaking to his room to comfort him and brush tears off his cheeks that roll down from both the petrifying fear of repressed memories along with the stinging pains of rejection from his disdainful girlfriend.

it was heartbreaking.

during those nights he tells you that he doesn't deserve someone like you and you think that’s absurd. but he also tells you how nice it is that you make him laugh when he knows he’s about to cry, and how you know exactly how he feels when those intrusive feelings get in the way and its almost too much. he says he loves you, and when you say it back it’s with a stabbing pain through your heart. because he loves you, but not in the same way. 

and sure, you dream of the day where bill wakes up and realizes that holy shit, you’ve been in front of him the whole time. but even that isn’t as important as your longing for bill to wake up and see that he just deserves better than her. 

you could give that to him, but even so, he just needs to get out of her talons because they were ripping him apart.

- 

and when it had been a few days since you'd last gotten to see bill, you decided you needed to check in on him. out of childhood habit, you walked through the backyard and went to knock on the back door. but his figure is already there and before your fist can make a sound,  the door slides open. “oh, hi.” you say, eyes wide, fist hovering above the empty space that once was bill’s sliding door.

bills green eyes swim with happiness and he gives you a tired smile, stepping out with you and giving you another glimmer of hope. “h-hey y/n, wh-what’s up?” he asks you, following you without question. you shrug, “wanted to go to the park. need to get away.” you explain, leaving out the 'you' at the beginning of your last sentence. he gives a blinding smile as he’s helping to lift you over his back fence. “g-good, i’ve been missing my g-girl lately.”

you think about those words the whole way to the park and they still make you smile as your legs brush against each other on the park bench. you can't help but watch him as he talks. the way his lips form words as he tries to force them out of his mouth, the embarrassed blush totally absent from his cheeks now that his girlfriend isn't around. he told you once with a grimace that she doesn't always love when he stutters.

you do, of course. you always love everything about bill.

and minutes later, when you crack a lewd joke, he looks shocked and unsurprised all at once that you can't help your stare as his green eyes flick around, checking if any kids at the park heard before looking to you. he tips his head back with a bright laugh, the melodic sound coaxing a laugh of your own from your lips. his arm casually comes to rest against the back of the bench as laughs still bubble from his cherry lips, his red hair glinting in the sun.

he looks at you and for the first time in months, he looks completely relaxed. “y/n!” he says, halfway between amusement and chastising, his lips still smiling. you smile back at him, holding his soft gaze as he shakes his head softly.

isnt this so easy?

you wonder briefly why it isnt easy like this with him and her.

because you just don’t get it. bill’s the kind of boy that everybody loves - very few people dislike him and if you discredit the psychopaths or lunatics that this town is riddled with, the people left are far and few between.

his girlfriend dislikes him now, though, and he dislikes her. but hes too nice to see that, because he just wants everyone around him to be happy even if its at his own expense.

- 

and then two weeks after their phone call in the clubhouse, he showed up at your door with short breaths, stuttering words, and tears swimming in his eyes. it was one in the morning and he looked almost as bad as you’d seen him since that one summer back in middle school.

and when you were up in your room, he told you all about their breakup and how that itself didnt hurt, but what was killing him was how foolish he’d been to keep on dating a girl who didnt show him the kind of love he wanted.

he started to say something else, but stopped and you didn’t bring it up, as much as you wanted to.

bill was sleeping on rocks at home, spending sleepless nights thinking about where they’d stepped and the entire mess that had thankfully ended tonight. but he couldn’t sleep well and the evidence was right under his eyes.

so you’d let him stay with you, and he insisted on sleeping on the floor but you thought that was nonsense. he curled up with you on the bed and it was the best sleep the two of you ever had.

- 

then it happened again a couple weeks after their break up. bill had run up to your front door and pounded on it until you begrudgingly answered. he'd woken you up, because it was seven in the morning and you gape at him - he looks like he's been up all night. "bill-" you start but he starts stuttering, talking a mile a minute as if he has to say something now or else he never could again.

the feeling of an empty pit in your stomach that wishes for a splash of light starts to grow as he looks at you almost warily. "y-y/n, i have to- just listen, p-please, because i n-need to a-ask you..."

you wait patiently, terrified because he looks like he might be sick, but he starts anyways. “y/n. you u-understand me, you always h-have...” he looks very anxious, and bill is rarely anxious so you start to panic. his next words are shocking.

“y/n, are y-you... are you in l-love with me?” he asks, and the air leaves your lungs. he’s watching you, looking torn, and it breaks your heart. it looks like he’s in pain and he looks so lost. you nod slowly, shrugging. “yeah, bill. i just- i cant help it.” you say, feeling defeated and somehow elated by your admission.

his eyes well with tears and he shakes his head. “im so s-s-sorry.” he whispers, voice cracking. it kills you. “i’m s-sorry, f-fuck.” 

you’re scared and confused and deeply sorrowful as his words leave his lips. just because he doesn't love you back doesn't mean he has to be sorry about it at all. 

 it hurts you to think that a boy who gives so much love for everyone can be so lost and unsure with himself, feeling so undeserving of real love. “y-y/n, i'm s- i didnt kn-know. i d-didnt know, i'm so s-sorry.”

he's hysteric and your heart hurts as you realize he's sorry that you had to see him with his ex all the time and you shake your head. you’ve never seen bill like this before. 

“bill, it's okay, i just want you to be happy, that’s all. i don't need you to- we dont have to-“

“-i don’t want to f-f-fuck it up w-with you, too. i’m s-scared.” he says softly, eyes bright and teary like summer grass after a long rain. his hands are shaking as he lifts them to rub at his tired eyes, lip quivering.

the world spins for both of you as you tentatively walk forward, grabbing his cheeks softly. theyre warm under your touch and when he looks down at you, the spinning stops.

“why do you think you could ever fuck it up with me?” you ask softly, genuinely curious as your heartbeat thumps against your chest. his eyes are closed, in either fear or regret. 

“you couldn’t if you tried. i love ‘thats what she said’ jokes.” you say teasingly.

bill laughs wetly, his cheeks slightly squishing as his wide smile is obstructed by your soft hands. “i love y-you.” he says, eyes opening to stare at you seriously. you raise your eyes, surprised and elated at his words.

“you do?” you ask dumbly, hands falling from his face to his shoulders to steady yourself. “y-yeah, i do. i think i have for a r-really long t-time.” he says sheepishly with a smile.

you can’t help but let out a relieved laugh, your shoulders relaxing as he grins down at you with a look full of nothing but love. 

“can i k-kiss you?” he whispers, hands sneaking to your cheek and neck. “please.” you say just as quietly, unable to wipe the smile from your face.

when he closes the gap, he tastes like salt but he kisses you softly with more intent and feeling than you ever thought possible.

his hands are gentle and rough all the same, kissing with wild fire and with calm waters. you feel pinned to earth and up in the clouds, his lips on yours and tongue swiping gently in your mouth. he’s smiling into your mouth, laughing gently with love as he pulls you closer, arms wrapping tightly around your middle.

the darkness that ached for the splash of light within you is completely gone now, replaced with glowing love, admiration for the boy that you’ve loved since middle school.

 he belongs with you.