#i should be sleeping but no reddie

[fluffylixie]

fem reddie on the mind rn

[seenoversundown]

Satiate

Josh x Quinn (Enby OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Oral (M receiving) food play, thigh riding, pancakes, Dom/Sub Dynamics (subtle // they switch), otheriwse little sweetheart babies.

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: Couldn't leave my other babies out of the romance season! Enjoy some breakfast in bed with these two lovebirds.

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Satiate (verb) to satisfy (a need/desire) fully or to excess

Quinn POV:

I wake to the sound of birds chirping, and I feel the early morning light streaming through the curtains. I lay there for a moment before gently wiping the sleep from my eyes and sitting up. I reach for my phone on the bedside table, checking the time.

6:45, Perfect. I have plans this morning. 

I tuck my phone in the waistband of my sleep shorts and slowly, quietly creep out of bed. I tiptoe across the bedroom, pausing before I open the door. I turn back to look at Josh. Watching him sleep is one of my favorite things to do in the mornings. Seeing his wild curls splayed against his silk pillowcase, always such a diva. The way His left arm rests against his forehead. His lips softly part as he breathes deeply. 

My eyes travel the expanse of his bare chest, pausing occasionally on my favorite freckles. 

He begins to stir as if he can feel my eyes on him, and I wait for him to wake up and ‘ruin’ my surprise. 

Instead of waking, he lets out a muffled mmmph and flips over, arms reaching out for my side of the bed. 

Light from the window dances over his skin, the light always seems to find him, and I’m tempted to crawl back into bed with him. 

I watch for a few more moments as his breathing evens back out, and then I make a break for it, leaving the door cracked. 

I softly pad through the house and into the kitchen, careful not to make too much noise. 

I start the coffee maker and search the cabinets for pancake ingredients. 

By my estimation, I have about an hour before Josh wakes up and 30 extra minutes before he makes his way out of bed, which should give me just enough time to bring him breakfast in bed. 

I fill a tray with stacks of fluffy pancakes, fresh fruit, and the rest of the fixings. I know that Josh loves a bit of whipped cream in his coffee, always such a sweet tooth, so I pull the can of Reddi-Whip out of the refrigerator and place it on the tray, too. 

I take a moment to admire my handiwork before carefully walking the tray back to the bedroom and pushing the door open. 

To my surprise, he’s still asleep. I set the tray on his bedside table and kneeled beside the bed. I take another moment to admire him. 

He’s always go, go, go, go, so it's nice to see him calm. 

Without thinking, I reach out and begin tracing light patterns up and down his arm. I slowly move my fingertips, watching goosebumps erupt against the skin beneath them. 

Josh shifts and lets out another mmmph, his brows furrowing at the tickling sensation. 

I let my fingers still for a moment, a sly grin overtaking my face. 

Once his brows smooth, I allow my fingers to start back up. 

My fingers flit up his arm, and I allow them to venture to his chest. I get lost in tracing the dips in his collarbones and down his sternum, paying special attention to the freckles that dot his chest. I let my fingers move across his stomach and down to where the blanket is slung low across his hips. 

I watch his muscles contract as I tickle the small patch of hair below his belly button. 

As I move to make another pass, his hand snaps out and grabs my wrist. 

“Careful,” he warns voice still gravely with sleep. 

“I was just trying to wake you up,” I look at him through my lashes, “I made you breakfast.” 

“You could win a fucking Oscar for that innocent act you’re pulling,” he discreetly adjusts his position to hide his lap. 

I roll my eyes and stand up, always so dramatic. 

I reach over to the tray and grab his coffee, adding a healthy spray of whipped cream to the cup before handing it to him. 

“You’re always so grumpy before you’ve had coffee,” I place a soft kiss on his temple. 

He lets out a hum of approval, and his eyes fall closed as he takes his first sip. 

I begin loading up a plate for him, piling it high with pancakes and fruit. 

“Thank you, baby,” he shimmies further up against the headboard and reaches out to take it from my hands, “you didn't have to—” 

I cut him off, climbing into his lap. 

I watch his eyes widen as I make a show of straddling him. 

“B-Breakfast?” he stutters, confused, as I take the plate back from him. 

I let out a laugh, nodding. 

“Mhmmm. Breakfast. In. Bed,” I punctuate every word with the tiniest kisses across his face. 

He watches me in confusion as I use the fork to tear off a small bite of pancake. 

I lift up on my knees to lean forward, “Open.” 

Josh’s face flushes a delicious shade of pink all the way to the tip of his ears as he opens his mouth for me. 

I lift the fork to his mouth and watch his lips close around it. 

“Good boy.” 

Once I’m sure he’s swallowed his bite, can't have him choke to death on Valentine's Day, I lazily lower myself back down to my knees, grinding down against his semi-hard length. 

His pupils blow wide, and he lets out a puff of breath.

“What is this?” He asks, hands finding a home on my hips. 

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I pull out my sweetest voice, letting out an exaggerated sigh as I gently rock against him, his fingers digging into my flesh. 

“Fuck me,” he grits out. 

“You haven't finished eating, though,” I trail off, gathering more food onto his fork. 

“You’re a real piece of work this morning,” he lightly swats my ass. 

I lean forward again to feed him another bite, and this time, he opens his mouth without needing instruction. 

I smirk as I grind down on him again. 

“I’m just trying to take care of you.” 

His eyes roll back, and I lean forward to lick a stray bit of syrup off of the corner of his lip. 

“You’re trying to kill me,” he groans as I pull back. 

He rushes forward, trying to catch my lips in his. 

“Nuh-uh,” I poke at his side playfully, “you're gonna make a mess.” 

“I should fucking hope so,” he groans, gripping my hips harder and dragging me across his lap. 

I relent, reaching over to the side table to set the plate down. 

“Is that what you want, Starlight? You wanna make a mess?” 

“Please,” he nearly whispers. 

I reach one hand around his neck, allowing my fingers to knot into the errant curls nestled at the base of his head. 

I use my grip on his hair to tug his head back, forcing him to meet my eyes as I grind down one more time. 

“I couldn’t hear you, dear.”

The lust clouding his eyes almost, almost, makes me feel bad for teasing him until he rewards me with his whiniest voice.

“Please, Bug,” his breath comes in short pants, “need you so fucking bad.” 

I breathe out a tiny giggle, thinking about the fact that I can turn this gorgeous man beneath me into a whimpering mess with just a few well-placed touches and a bit of teasing. 

“What is it that you need from me?” 

I loosen my grasp on his hair and gently trail my fingers down his back, stopping to rub slow circles into his shoulder muscles. 

“Baby, I-I—” he cuts himself off with a low groan as I hit a sensitive spot. 

I trail my hand back up and use my leverage to pull him closer, placing gentle kisses up his jawbone. His grip on my hips tightens almost imperceptibly when I reach his ear.  

“If you can't tell me,” I whisper, tongue darting out to flick against his lobe, “will you let me show you what I want?” 

“Mhm, yes!” He rushes out with absolutely no hesitation. 

Smiling, I pull back from his ear and finally, finally, crush our lips together. 

As our lips battle for dominance, pushing and pulling against each other, Josh takes one of his hands from my hips and slowly slides it under the front of my shirt. His deft fingers move across my stomach and up my chest, mirroring my earlier attempt at waking him up. His thumb gently brushes over one of my nipples, and I suck in a breath. As quickly as it’s there, he pulls his hand away. 

He bucks his hips up against mine, and I falter. He takes my momentary lapse in control as an opportunity to flip me beneath him on the bed, pushing his knee between my legs. 

He pulls back from my lips to look down at me, mischief twinkling in his eyes. 

“Can I take this off?” he asks, tugging at the hem of my shirt. 

“Wanna see you.” 

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and nod, sitting up a bit to give him access. 

 I’ll let him have some fun before I put him back in his place. 

He grabs the hem and slowly drags the fabric up and off of my chest, tossing it haphazardly across the room. 

He leans down, pressing the tiniest kiss to my lips, before sitting back to admire me. 

His eyes lazily roam over every bit of my exposed flesh, occasionally pausing on specific parts as if he’s plotting a course of attack. 

He brings his hands to the sides of my head, gently cradling it as he lifts my face, pausing when our lips are centimeters apart. 

“Relax for me,” he whispers, using his thumbs to softly caress my cheekbones before meeting my lips.

And I do; I let myself get lost in the sensation of him as he presses tender kisses down the column of my neck. His hands follow suit, fingers flitting over the skin where he’d just placed his lips. 

His fingers continue their torturously slow dance across my sternum as Josh nips at my collarbones.

I suck in a breath when he flicks his tongue against my nipple. Heat pools in my belly as he sucks it into his mouth. 

My hips begin to shift, trying to find any small amount of friction to relieve the ache between my legs. 

He releases my nipple from his mouth with a lewd pop, and I fight a disappointed sigh. 

“Such bravado earlier,” his hands slide down to my hips, “where’s that all gone to?” 

A strangled moan escapes me as he presses his thumbs into my hip bones. My thighs involuntarily clench for a second time. 

“Stop that,” he chides, pressing his thigh further between my legs, “if you need friction, you’ll use me.” 

He uses the grip he has on my hips to slowly rock my center against him as he returns his attention to my other nipple. 

He alternates, swirling his tongue and flicking it in time with our gentle rocking. 

Up, swirl. 

Down, flick. 

The knot in my belly begins to tighten. 

“Pleaseplease” 

He hums against my chest and picks up the steady pace he set, dragging my hips more firmly against his thigh while pressing in to provide that much more pressure where I need it most. 

I wrap one arm against his back, bringing him closer, short nails digging into his flesh. 

“I’m gonna—” I cut myself off with a pathetic whine. 

“I know, baby, let go.” 

My whole body tenses, and the band snaps.

Josh works me through the aftershocks, trailing open-mouthed kisses across my chest. 

Once my breathing evens out, he sits back and pulls me into his arms, cuddling me close. 

“I am so in love with you,” he whispers against my hair. 

“I love you,” I smile into his neck, “but I’m not anywhere near finished with you.” 

I sink my teeth into the junction of his shoulder and neck, then use my tongue to soothe the area. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, reaching a hand between our bodies, seeking the waistband of my shorts. 

“Tsk, tsk,” I lightly slap his hand away, “Remember when you practically begged me to show you what I wanted?” 

I push him back against the headboard, straddling him once more. 

“Relax for me,” I mimic the words and tone he used on me. 

I grab the can of whipped cream from the side table and remove the lid, spraying a dollop on my first two fingers and reaching forward to tap the side of Josh’s jaw, signaling him to open his mouth. I pop my whipped cream-coated fingers in and smile as he immediately begins sucking them. 

“Listen to me very closely,” I start. 

His eyes go wide, and he nods his head. 

“You’re going to stay very still and very quiet until I tell you otherwise,” he nods again, “if you make even one peep before I give you permission, I will stop. Do you understand?” I pull my fingers from his mouth and gesture for him to answer. 

“Yes, I understand.” 

“Thank you, now please take your fucking pants off,” I let out a little giggle as he scrambles to remove his pajama pants. 

Once he’s settled back against the headboard, I spray a line of Reddi-Whip down his sternum, stopping just above his little happy trail. 

“Ready?” 

“Please.” 

“Always so polite,” I whisper as I lean forward to lick the first bit out of the hollow of his throat, nipping at his soft skin and then soothing it with a quick peck. 

His breath hitches as my lips travel south, slowly descending to where I know he wants me the most. 

His body jerks beneath my ministrations, and I pause, looking up at him through my lashes. 

“Josh,” I warn.

He lets out a shaky breath, steeling himself, and once I'm satisfied, I press my lips back to his skin. 

Lower, lower, lower.

As I lick the last little bit of whipped cream from the space below his belly button, I glance back up at him. 

His eyes are screwed shut, and his plush lips are slightly parted. 

He's so easy to please, I laugh to myself. 

I let my hands slide up and down his thighs for a moment as I move down to position myself between his legs. 

I finally wrap my fingers around his dick and pump a few times before lowering my head and licking a stripe up his length. 

He lets out an almost silent whine as I sink my mouth around him. 

He’s being so good. 

I lower my mouth around him until he hits the back of my throat, then slowly pull back, swirling my tongue around his tip. 

I repeat the motion once more before pulling off of him with a pop. 

“Oh,” I start, “you can speak now.” 

I leave no time for a response before I descend on him again, bobbing my head up and down, hollowing my cheeks. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he groans as I add a hand in, gently squeezing his shaft as my mouth works at his head. 

“Can I—” I cut him off with a moan, knowing what he wants. 

My moan was the only affirmative he needed as he reached one hand around, carding his fingers through my hair, holding my head in place. 

His hips begin to buck into my mouth, seeking his release. 

I moan again, knowing that the vibration will get him that much closer, and he quickens his pace. 

“Gonna,” he whines in warning as I take him deeper. 

“Mhm” 

He spills into the back of my throat, hips twitching, as I swallow him down. 

I gently pull off of him, letting him catch his breath as he pulls me into his arms, pressing a quick kiss to my lips.  

“I am the luckiest man alive,” he pants.

“You say that now,” I chuckle, “but wait for round two after your shift, tonight.” 

“Happy Valentine's Day to me, I guess.” 

“To us.” 

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[tht0nesimp]

Yandere! Reddie X reader

TW: kidnapping, graphic murder, eddie is like kind of soft, richie is the biggest asshole ever, manipulation, cursing, reader doesnt know them, mention of humping, VERY VERY CLOSE TO SMUT

You walked down to the clubs secret hangout area "hello?" you called out to the endless night of forest and bugs

You found the entrance, climbing down the old latter slowly as to not trip. You felt a wet substance meet the bottom of your sandals, reaching down to inspect the strange and unfamiliar liquid was stopped by the smell giving it away, metal, It invaded your nose and you took a step back to be met with a chest

This was it, it had to be pennywise, He had finally gotten to you? or maybe it was pure coincidence

You went to look behind you but your wrists were locked by large hands and a light faintly clicked, the brightness was blinding to your blurry eyes that were beginning to flow with tears

but it wasnt pennywise, it was richie, with small amounts of blood covering his thin arms. Your boyfriend layed on the floor in the damp liquid that continued to wet the floor and seep through the cracks of the molding wood

"W-WHAT DID YOU DO?" you were loud, and a hand covered your mouth in a swift motion "shhh, thats no way to talk as a captive" you were sobbing at the point of realizing the man behind you was eddie, the same man who was holding your wrists, threatening to snap them in your compromised position

"hmm? all those nights i spent sneaking in your room,.." richie spoke as he poked the corpse with his pointer finger "i was so angry i could have killed you then and there, when you met this piece of shit" you thrashed and fought to no avail, almost as if to remove the situiation in its entirety, to be somewhere where there wasnt blood soaking your shoes or your two best friends taunting you over your now dead, at their hands, boyfriend who was now lifeless infront of you

"but your a creep too, we know what you did" you memories flashed back to the incident, you thought of all the times you humped their pillows desperately trying to pretend it was them instead of the white piece of cotton and cloth

"please, no, i didnt- i" eddie leans in close to your ear to whisper slowly, his words rattling your brain, "dont lie" he sounded almost angry with his words that met your very soul

"but i bet theres other things you did hmm? tell us darling" eddie lets go of your wrists and you fall to the floor in a desperate sob "NO- i mean... i just-" you were stuck between the two until eddie slowly kneeled down to the ground

"we"re not mad, but we will be" he seemed strict on the last part and you desperately rattled your brain for an occurrence you could tell them, you couldnt, the shame was masking over the fear of the knife richie had in his hand

"when...sometimes" eddie leans your head back "address it to him, he deserves to know right?" you gasp and twiddle your fingers before sighing "when i was at the sleep overs..-with them-" you gently pointed at the two "i would take their toothbrushes and id- i would use them" richie scoffs "thats weak youve done something worse i bet" you sniffle and wipe your burning eyes "and..beverly had things that she gave me cuz i dunno and.." you look down at the cold concrete ground "i would use them and pretend they were them" richie kneels down "that why you never fucked this asshole?" eddie leans the lifeless corpeses head up "we got him here cuz he thought you were gonna let him pop yer cherry.. too bad you were thinking about us hmm?" you nod

Richie kicks the corpse off the old mattress and pushes you on the old springy cloth. "The rest of the club said we should wait, till he broke up with you, but i just couldnt wait"

"we all love you. And we WILL kill anyone you try to get close to"

[watchoutforthefanfics]

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

Part 1

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: this prompt

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), vague mention of one night stands, low self-worth, a little angst, loneliness, imposter syndrome, cursing, and shameless flirting.

[[A/N: This one is kinda more angsty than I expected so like. Beware. It's mostly loneliness and low self-esteem. Something cute does happen though. Enjoy :))]]

"Stan," Richie stressed, "-Hear me out."

"It is 2 in the fucking morning where you are, Rich," Stanley replied, kind of flatly (as it always was), "-what are you doing?"

Right, Stan was in Atlanta and he was in San Francisco. The Losers were kind of scattered across America, although, Bev was the closest to him (also in San Francisco). They met up a lot and streamed at Richie's sometimes. (Richie had the better apartment, mostly because of his parents. Gotta use them for something-)

This had nothing to do with that though.

"Debating streaming, obviously," Richie answered -unflinchingly.

"Do you ever get any sleep?" Stan commented, but Richie could tell easily that he was worried. Sometimes, Richie felt a little like he knew him his whole life even though it was only a few years.

"Oh, Staniel," he hummed, deflecting, "-don't stress your dick off, I am fine."

It should go unsaid that he wasn't.

Richie Tozier, in his empty apartment (at least in terms of people), felt lonely. He kind of always felt a little lonely, even on streams or with friends. He would still, at the end of the day, say goodbye and eat his shitty food and watch shitty shows in his dimly lit living room (with a too-big TV that he definitely shouldn't have purchased). So, maybe sometimes he streamed at night because the feeling of just being alone swallowed him whole when he tried to sleep-

"Right," Stanley spoke in a way that Richie knew he didn't believe him (he was right to be fair), "-Richie, why are you calling me?"

Because I felt like I might not be missed. Would you miss me? Stanley, would you miss me?

"To bother you, fucking obviously," Richie said instead.

"Cut the shit," Stanley replied -flatly again.

Richie pressed his lips together for a second, debating just what he wanted to say. If he ever wanted to be truly honest. He debated that every day, he remembers debating that before coming out. If he ever could be truly honest to anybody.

But now, here he was. An openly gay streamer.

He'd had a few public boyfriends too (parents met them, not they cared-), before his Twitch career, yeah, but still.

He hadn't needed to worry about being with someone online though, that was a plus. If he was totally honest, he wasn't sure how he'd handle a public relationship online. He didn't want to fuck it up, or have someone love the fame more than him. He'd seen it before and with everything in him didn't want that.

But Richie... God, he fucking yearned.

Like it was the 1800s and he was forbidden to love who he wanted to. Or maybe like he wanted someone to curl up against on the couch, make his brain shut up. Because it was so loud sometimes, and not in the fucking fun way.

Richie was a balance of self-hatred, emotional repression, and attention starvation. Sometimes he thought that was all he was, that he was annoying. Better in small doses, if you will-

"I don't think anyone is gonna stick around."

He spoke before he could stop it, Richie was never good at shutting up, or controlling himself for that matter-

"Not for-" he echoed out, into his empty apartment, on his bed -staring up at the ceiling, "-Not for me."

Stanley seemed to process it for a second. Like maybe he was running over the words in his mind, getting ready to say some shit laced with wisdom. Like he always did.

"I'm gonna stick around," he decided to say, carefully, "-I'm always gonna be here, Richie."

"I know," he didn't really, but he tried to believe it, "-I know that. I just mean... I mean like you and Pats."

Stanley was married, which initially was a red flag. Marrying your high-school sweetheart was testy, and often ended up in a shitshow. (Richie would've married a closeted guy, so maybe he has no space to judge but-) But Stan and Patty? He's pretty sure they ended up together in every universe, like the kind of love that was inevitable. They could be two fucking birds in a universe and they'd still stick to each other, or at least Richie thought so.

"You mean love?" Stanley questioned, somewhat for clarification.

"Yeah, I don't think-" Richie felt something twist in his stomach, "-I don't think anyone will want to stay with me. I'm..."

"There might be someone as crazy as you out there, Rich."

He laughed a little then, but it still felt so heavy.

"But seriously, you're annoying, yeah-" Stanley continued, voice still scratchy with sleep, "-but you're a good guy, Rich. Don't let this get to your fucking head, but you're funny, and caring, and loyal. Just because you've only dating shitty guys before who didn't see what they had, doesn't mean you aren't good."

Richie stayed silent a moment. He really hadn't had the best relationship with anyone. At all.

"And Patty wants me to say you're handsome too," Stanley added, flatly.

He could hear her voice distantly, "I would snatch you up if you weren't batting for the other team, honey."

"Wow," Stanley responded, offended (but not really), "-you know that we're married, right?"

"We'd obviously be a throuple," Richie commented -casually, before calling out to her, "-and love ya, Pats~"

"Love you too, Richie," she chimed back, and something in him felt a little lighter.

There was a pause there, laughter and smiles hanging in the air. It felt like he was there with them for a second, that he wasn't alone in his apartment... like he always was.

"Richie," Stanley interrupted the warm buzz, "-I know you'll find someone. And I'm never fucking wrong."

He really never was.

He's not sure why he didn't expect it, but when he woke up that morning, Bev was at his door. Stanley probably set her on him, which was something he didn't particularly like... but otherwise, it would be Stanley flying to California to beat his ass. Verbally. Sorta. Stan was complicated-

"Heya, Trashmouth," she grinned, as he opened the door (it was almost too bright for his barely awake eyes), "-I got you some breakfast."

Richie watched as she extended the bag forward and let herself in. It was a little her place at this point because she was here so often. Although, it should be said the whole place screamed Richie Tozier.

Bookshelves full of comics, limited edition signed movie posters littering the walls, an entirely separate display full of trinkets (he had one of Garfield in a bird feeder), and action figures (all posed in... interesting ways, of course). But every core piece of furniture was sort of neutral, Bev's doing. She said, it "balances out the space more", and he frankly trusted her.

"This a fucking welfare visit?" Richie remarked, aimlessly, closing and locking his door, "-You gonna send me to the loony bin if I say stupid shit?"

Beverly responded with ease, turning to patronizingly pat his cheek, "If I was going to do that, I would've done it a long time ago, sweetie."

Richie laughed out loud at that one.

She quietly led him to the living room, and the two of them sat on the floor with the food on the coffee table. He remembers when he didn't even have a coffee table, when all he had were some cardboard boxes-

"Stan told me you called him last night," Bev spoke, cautiously, still eating and not quite looking at him. Like he didn't have to talk about it if he didn't want to.

Well, at least Richie was right about why she was here.

"Yeah," he decided on, softly, "-I did."

She looked at him then, blue eyes posing a question. Do you wanna talk about it? They screamed, right in Richie's face, all caring and fond and shit he couldn't handle. It made something in his stomach strung tight, and his eyes burned like he was going to cry. He wondered for a second if she could see that.

"You wanna stream?" Richie said, instead.

Beverly didn't flinch, understanding that it wasn't the time, and promptly agreed.

They were setting up a tier list, one of those sites -Richie was trying to make sure his adblock was working currently. He really didn't want to be suspended at this point, especially because of a sketchy ad, streaming meant a lot to him. If he lost it, he didn't know what he'd do, honestly.

Bev sat closely beside him (in an older gaming chair he didn't use anymore), blue eyes peering over the monitor as she carefully ate some chips. Plain lays, if he remembered correctly. Or maybe sour cream and onion, it did smell like that.

"We're doing the Disney princes, right?"

"Yeah," Richie answered fluidly, gently running over audio and video input (just like routine), "-just not sure what we're ranking them on."

"Right," she hummed, eating another chip, "-What about how toxic they'd be as a boyfriend?"

He turned to her then, brainstorming, "How good they fuck?"

Beverly tipped a chip at him, before proposing, "If they can talk dirty?"

"Ooh," Richie grabbed a chip out of the bag, leaning backward in his chair slightly, "-Those kinda go hand-in-hand though, don't they, Red?"

"Let's do it."

She grinned, and Richie felt a little less alone. Even just for a second.

It was the moment in the stream where they were waiting for viewers, Richie tapping along the desk as Beverly sang some lyrics gently.

"Sweet Caroline," she sang lightly, moving her head a little to the beat.

Richie responded on instinct, low and under his breath as he tinkered with the settings, "Bum, bum, bum-"

Honk, honk.

eddie.kaspbrak donated $5: pay attention to chat dipshit

"Eddie, baby!" Richie called out extending his hands out like he could somehow hug him, "-And you are freakishly early, there's only like 30 people here, chat is dead as fuck."

eddie.kaspbrak: well fuck me then for clicking on this notification

"Awe, Bevvy, did you hear that?" He held his hands on his heart for a second, pretending to fawn, "-Spaghetti has his notifs on for me."

Beverly laughed, before turning to chat -responsibly, "What he means is thank you, Eddie, for the support."

Richie didn't get to see a response because everyone kind of flooded in after that, chat filled beyond belief in mere seconds. Most of them were Bev-related, but Richie understood, he loved her too.

Finally, they got to the tier list.

"What should we rename the tiers?" Richie asked Beverly directly, fingers tapping along the keyboard (light enough to not press).

She hummed, fingers dancing along her chin.

"Hear me out," he suddenly had a thought, typing it as he said it, "-bottom tier, disgusting (bad). Second highest tier, nasty (good)."

Bev paused, digesting his words for a moment, before nodding her head, "No, that's good I like that."

"B-tier is obviously just mid," Richie continued, mindlessly, typing it in, "-nothing special."

Bev hummed, questioning, "What about S-tier?"

"Hmm," he tapped his chin dramatically, before turning to his monitor, "-chat? We got some opinions?"

"Toe curling," he read out, "-Okay, I like that one, but is it better than good nasty?"

unicorny-boingy: sheet-gripping

slay.to.the.death: spicy novel

girlie-pops: what about a cardinal sin

younganddumb: we are all going to hell

the_turtlegod: are we really talking about this right now

mommy-boys: the perfect fuck (trademark)

jessies_girl: euphoria

Richie pursed his lips, Bev over his shoulder -skimming the very same chat.

stan.the.man: I leave you alone for a few hours and you're already doing this shit

They both laughed for a moment, before Richie decided to comment.

"I don't know what you expect from me, Staniel," he retorted, "-If you expected anything else, you simply do not know me."

stan.the.man: it is 11 AM !!!

"Yeah, okay, well," Richie replied, teasing mostly, "-some people want to know what Disney princes would give 'em a good time, and you know what? I don't blame them."

eddie.kaspbrak: you act like this was requested which it decidedly was fucking not

stan.the.man: @/eddie.kaspbrak I like you

He frowned, adjusting his glasses on his face, "Chat, are you not interested to know my rankings? How good me, and Bevvy, think Disney princes would fuck?"

betty.bugs: of course

tozier-trashy: this is exactly the content I expect of you so yes

gen_gennie: absolutely

hog-inthebog: I'm just here to say you're wrong

minecrafter.on.main: yes

cartoon-cursed: obviously

bevs-boa: 🚨🚨 REDDY.BEVVY MENTIONED 🚨🚨

capngown: obvi

genuine._.disappointment: your name is trashmouth this is so on brand

dizknees: if flynn isn't in S you've lost a sub

catastrophically_me: @/disknees its eugene

tag.ur.self: why would I be watching the stream if I didn't

lightnin-queenie: will you rank the cars characters or no

babey-baby-oh: is this including pixar

"The chat has spoken," Richie echoed out with a melodic sort of deep tone, before switching fluently, "-and they want to know so fuck you two."

They ended up deciding on: god-level, nasty (good), mid, better be hot, disgusting (bad). He thinks it works pretty well for their purposes, at least.

And, so, they started.

"Aren't the first few of these shitty?" Richie commented, "-Like with no personality?"

"Except for saving the princess," Bev agreed, tapping along the desk, "-Prince Florian? Who's that?"

Richie's eyes darted to chat.

dizknees: snow white I'm pretty sure

"Oh," he chimed, frowning, "-boring. Is he hot?"

A quick Google search provided him with the prince. Beverly and Richie peered over him, critically; eyes set in total seriousness.

They both looked at each other.

He wordlessly added him to 'better be hot', and Beverly succinctly nodded.

"Tiny waist," he spoke, "-I don't think he has anything else otherwise."

"Yeah," she agreed, "-I doubt he'd even care about you. Just himself."

"Some people like that shit, though," Richie commented.

Beverly paused, turning to him, "Do you?"

He thought about the fact that it was all he kinda knew, that he's not sure anyone actually loved him. And then, he said-

"No."

They moved on pretty quickly after that, but not without Bev looking over him -cautiously. Richie ignored it.

"Prince Charming," he read out, before clarifying, "-Cinderella's prince. I remember this fucker."

"Face blind," Beverly mindlessly added, "-but he's pretty cute. Super committing, on that note, wanted to marry the girl he danced with once."

"Is that good or bad?"

"Uh," she hummed, tossing a pretzel in her mouth, "-maybe both."

tozier.trashy: rate him higher he has personality

tag.ur.self: you should see him in the sequels

bevs.boa: he's a himbo

girlie-pops: can confirm himbo in the sequels

"He's a himbo?" Richie questioned, before stressing further, "-There's fucking sequels to Cinderella?"

eddie.kaspbrak donated $10: it's disney fuckwad they're bloodthirsty

"Fair point," he relented, dismissively, "-capitalist pigs, yada, yada, so on and so forth-"

Beverly suddenly spoke up, in recognition, "Oh, yeah! I remember one of them was good. Something about like a different timeline? And he was definitely a himbo in that one. Jumped out a window I think."

"Is that himbo or dumbass behavior?" He asked.

catastrophically.me: you don't understand

dizknees: no it's himbo

eddie.kaspbrak: the whole thing of being a himbo is being dumb stupid fuck

"Stupid fuck, wow," Richie laughed, "-You running out of words, Eds?"

eddie.kaspbrak: fuck you

"Maybe later," he winked dramatically into the camera, before hovering over the list, "-Anyway, Bevvy, how are we feeling?"

She pursed her lips, "I'm not sure, he'd probably be loving. Soft and shit."

"I don't know if I'd want him to be soft-"

Beep, beep!

stan.the.man donated $1: don't even

"Like his dick," Richie continued, ignoring the donation and talking to chat, "-do you get it guys? Guys, like his dick-"

tozier.trashy: richie we love you but that one just no

trashmouth-for-me: yeah that was terrible

only-here-for-trashmouth: almost unsubbed

dizknees: 😂🤣😂😂🤣🤣🤣😆😆🤣😂😆

stan.the.man: wow he's a comedian

plz_stop: you should do a villain run on stardew

benny.boy: I'm so sorry but that was bad

eddie.kaspbrak: you're not supposed to explain jokes trashmouth

Richie smiled, holding up his hands like he was being humble after finishing a set, "Please, please, hold the applause-"

Beverly laughed a little, motioning to herself, "Richie, Richie, come back to me."

"Oh, yeah, we're doing shit, right."

Taking a breath, Richie put him on mid and then looked at Bev. She squinted for a moment.

"No, I agree," she pulled her drink to her lips (water, he thinks), "-he probably doesn't know where the clitoris is."

"Hot take," Richie mindlessly commented, before moving to the next one, "-but I agree 100%. I'm gay, and I could find the clitoris. I did find the clitoris-"

"Too much information, honey," Bev chimed, moving a hand to cover his mouth, "-let's move on."

Prince Phillip was hot, and they ultimately labeled him good nasty. Which was controversial in chat, but it was not Richie's first rodeo.

"Oh shit, we're getting real," his eyes skimmed over the next on the list, Eric, "-Bevvy, S just might see the fucking light of day."

Both of them looking at the picture they pulled up, they carefully eyed him. Beverly's eyes flicked to Richie's and back to Prince Eric.

"You could do a good cosplay of him."

He posed like him in the photo, carefully, and Beverly laughed a little, kissing her fingers like she was eating some really good food, "Perfect."

It came out before he could stop it, "Am I handsome enough for it, though?"

Bev immediately frowned before opening her mouth, most certainly ready to say something-

Beep, beep!

eddie.kaspbrak donated $10: of course you are fuckface

Richie's lips fell into a straight line, and he felt something flutter a little in his chest. Shit, when did that happen?

He was mean to me, it was only a matter of time really-

Beverly grinned a little, eyes scampering along his face -somewhat knowingly, "What he said."

On instinct, he deflected -ignoring the way his heart beat in his chest, "You could do Ariel, Red."

tell.me.why: WAIT

bevs.boa: reddy.bevvy and trashmouth.tozier cosplay collab when

trashy.tozier: anyone else see him blush

plz_stop: that reaction was so gay

dizknees: YOU GUYS COULD GO TO A CONVENTION

minecrafter.on.main: BEV PLEASE

gay.shit.guy: 🏳️‍🌈 GAY SHIT MENTIONED 🏳️‍🌈

cartoon-cursed: bev would slay as ariel wait

dizknees: do it do it do it

trashmouth-for-me: can't believe I just watched trashmouth go speechless

catastrophically.me: please guys 🙏

betty.bugs: you could stream from the convention

genuine._.disappointment: if you don't do it, I'm unsubbing

Beverly laughed, which made Richie laugh too. The embarrassment sliding off his skin, he felt more in himself. He could always think about that later. Way later. Maybe tonight, when he couldn't sleep.

Not that it needed to be said, but Eric was put on S-tier.

Carrying on in the stream, he relaxed. It would probably be easy from here on out anyway.

"The Beast?"

He stands corrected.

"Bev, Bevvy, I'm not a furry," he turned to his monitor, "-Chat, I am not a furry, but-"

"You know he has a human form," she laughed, "-right?"

"A shitty one," he retorted -completely serious, "-he doesn't even have a beard and he's not... big like he fucking should be."

"Okay, okay," she raised her hands in surrender, "-I can see this is something you're very passionate about. You can run this one."

"Hear me out," he repeated, defensively, before hovering over god-level. Bev raised her eyebrows in response, stopping the chip on the way to her mouth.

"Wait, wait, wait, listen-" she hummed in acknowledgement, "-he's very caring, and has a little bit of an angry side. Which, in the right circumstances, is very fun-"

"Richie," she chastised with a laugh.

"What, it's fucking true," he offered, "-We're adults here, we can acknowledge the kink community."

"Is that a kink?"

"Technically," Richie leveled, a little uncertainly, "-anything you like sensually is a kink, I think."

Bev shrugged, putting the Beast in god-level and popping a chip into her mouth, "You've convinced me."

They moved on.

"Aladdin," Richie through his head back, "-Oh my god. Bev, do we even need to question this?"

She shook her head, sipping her drink before responding, "You could do a good cosplay of him too. Personality-wise."

He placed a hand on his heart, "Aw, Bevvy. That's the nicest fucking thing anyone has ever said to me."

"I just called you handsome."

"Personality over physical looks every day, baby," he chimed back with a shit-eating grin. She promptly shoved him.

"Alright, next up," Richie recovered from the shove, skimming over the next square, "-John Smith? Who the fuck is that?"

dizknees: pocahontas

"The colonizer?" He retorted with a laugh of disbelief.

Bev frowned beside him, shriveling up her nose, "Ew."

With the flick of his wrist, he put him in the disgusting (bad) tier. Unhesitatingly.

Beverly spoke this time, reading, "Captain Li Shang."

"Ooh," Richie spoke, "-Mulan, yeah? He's definitely hot."

"Oh, definitely," she reiterated -agreeing.

"Captain too?" He raised his eyebrows, eyes shooting to Bev's, "-A man of power, Bevvy."

"Who says I don't wanna be the power?"

"Oh my," Richie fluttered his eyelashes for a second, "-Bevvy, Bevvy. Chat, let's clip that."

"You fucker," she hissed, and promptly pushed him out of his chair.

Richie fell into a laughing fit, loud and brash against the floor. He even thinks he snorted out loud, big breaths forcing out of his lungs. Bev looked down at him, blue eyes sparkling.

"You alright down there, Trashmouth?"

"Bev gets off on a good one," he chimed back through laugh, "-Chat, let's applaud."

He pulled himself back up into his chair, wiping at his eyes -still laughing a little. Moreso, embarrassingly, giggling.

trashy.tozier: he's ALIVE

girlie-pops: 👏👏👏

babey_boy: our prayers were answered

hello-everybody: 👏👏👏

tell.me.why: 👏👏👏

bevs.boa: still reeling over bev being a top

trashmouth.for.me: RICHIE THANK GOD

big.bill: what did I miss

tell.me.why: 👏👏👏

dizknees: trashmouth.tozier dead, more at 3

burly-bear: just joined why did we think he was dead

elliot-turbine: 👏👏👏

trashy.tozier: @/burly-bear bev pushed him off the chair

minecrafter.on.main: 👏👏👏

Richie kept giggling.

"Alright, woo," he took a deep breath in, shaking his head and blinking, "-Bev, Li Shang, what's our ruling?"

"I think good nasty," she said, casually -choking back her own laughter.

He laughed a little at her laughter, with ease putting him in the tier, "Good nasty it is!"

And then, his eyes went to the next on the list.

"Oh, fucking easy," Richie tsked, placing both Naveen and Flynn (Eugene, really) in god-like.

Bev nodded dramatically, mouth full of snacks, and clapped her hands in achievement.

"Flynn Rider, he could r-"

stan.the.man donated $1: just stop there for the love of god

Richie saluted, speaking in a deep voice -mimicking a soldier, "Sir, yes, sir."

"There's one more," Bev pointed out, hand over her mouth, "-um, Kristoff."

"Oh," he squinted, "-that's the one from Frozen, right?"

dizknees: yeah he's a consent king

Richie furrowed his eyebrows, "Consent king?"

dizknees: he asked anna before kissing her

tag.ur.self: asked before he kissed

babey_boy: him and anna are so special to me

tell.me.why: flynn supremacy

trashy.tozier: it was a cute lil moment at the end of frozen

betty.bugs: "i like you better in leather anyway"

dizknees: @/betty.bugs SJSJZHSJJANAHG

plz_stop: he did have the weird thing with Sven tho

babey_boy: @/plz_stop Sven was like a dog to him that's not weird

girlie-pops: where are my jack frost/elsa girlies at

dizknees: @/girlie-pops NOOOOOO

"Shouldn't they all ask for consent?" Richie questioned, "-Why does Kristy get fucking... brownie points?"

"Disney hasn't done it before," Beverly clarified, "-It's like a big deal."

"What the fuck?"

"Yeah," Bev popped another chip in her mouth, "-world's fucked."

"Well, shit," he huffed out, dragging Kristoff around the chart, "-I dunno, I don't think he'd be good in the sack. Wasn't he like raised by wolves or something?"

"Rocks," she clarified, completely serious, "-magical rock people."

Richie took a breath, digesting that information, "Oh-kay. Well, all that being said, I think he's mid."

"Yeah," she agreed, "-He's like very loving but that doesn't necessarily mean that he fucks good."

"Exactly," he cemented, before clapping his hands, "-Well, Chat, we have our final rankings of the Disney princes and how good they'd fuck."

"How good we think they'd fuck," Bev clarified.

"Well, obviously," Richie laughed, "-You want me to teleport into Disney worlds and fuck these men?"

"You would," she teased.

And he very wholeheartedly agreed, "I would."

[voldiebuns]

How about 8 from the bedsharing prompts list, for Reddie?

8. without enough money, I can only pay for one person to sleep in the hotel, so you need to sneak in and we share

I am so sorry this is very late T.T But uh, hope you enjoy it??

Read it on AO3

“Ok, before you get mad—”

“Too late,” Eddie cut in, folding his arms over his chest and frowning so hard it had to hurt his cheek. “What did you do?”

“It’s not so much what I did but what I didn’t do. Sort of,” Richie replied. He was trying for a lovable goofball angle, but it was obvious Eddie wasn’t buying it. He never had, really. “More so it’s that I only had so much cash on me, and that complicates things.”

Eddie’s frown went from annoyed to suspicious in no time flat. “Complicates things how?”

“In the way that I only had enough to pay for one person to sleep in the room,” Richie said in a rush. “So you’re going to have to sneak in. And we’re going to have to share the bed.”

He couldn’t help but grimace at himself, wishing he could come up with some joke that wasn’t something along the lines of “two guys sharing a bed, five feet apart because they’re not gay, except for how one of them definitely is and also he’s in love with the other guy so really this whole thing is super awkward.”

Yeah, best not to say any of that.

“How the fuck do you not have enough money for a room for two people, Richie?” Eddie demanded, face reddening as he worked himself up. Richie wished he didn’t think it was adorable. “Aren’t you famous or something?”

“Or something,” Richie said under his breath. He shook his head when Eddie glared at him. “I lost my credit card somewhere in the hellhole that is Derry, ok? And it’s not like this is all my fault. We’d be fine if your wife hadn’t canceled your cards!”

Richie was pretty sure he imagined hearing Eddie mutter “soon to be ex wife,” because that was really just a thing of dreams. Dreams that he shouldn’t be considering when he was about to have to share a bed with an already grumpy Eddie.

“Whatever,” Eddie said after a moment, throwing his hands up in the air like he was giving up. “I’ll sneak in and we’ll share the bed. It’ll be like one of the sleepovers we never got to do because my mom hated you.”

Very wisely, Richie thought, he choked back a joke about Eddie’s mom and sleepovers. He should really be sainted for that, because it was a really good joke even if Eddie wouldn’t appreciate it. Maybe he’d workshop it for his next show, if that even happened considering how he left the last one.

So he just grinned as obnoxiously as possible while Eddie rolled his eyes. “This is gonna be the best sleepover of your life, Spagheddie!”

[cowboylikeekatie]

hi! i lost count of the parts but here’s reputation reddie lyrics:) i’m on vacation right now so excuse how slow posting is! i love this album but it’s probably the taylor album i listen to the least so sorry if this post isn’t too long!

“knew her when i was young, reconnected when we were a little bit older, both sprung, i got issues and chips on both my shoulders” - end game (pov doesn’t matter)

“is it cool that i said all that? is it too soon to do this yet? because i know that it’s delicate” - delicate (richie’s pov!)

“sometimes i wonder when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me” - delicate (eddie’s pov)

“and all the pieces fall, right into place” - so it goes

ALL OF GORGEOUS but specifically “you should take it as a compliment that i got drunk and made fun of the way you talk” - gorgeous (eddie’s pov)

“it was the great escape, the prison break, the light of freedom on my face, but you weren’t thinkin’, and i was just drinkin” - getaway car (eddie’s pov)

ALL OF KING OF MY HEART!! but specifically “is this the end of all the endings? my broken bones are mending, from all these nights we’re spending” - eddie’s pov

ALL OF DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED but again more specifically “i loved you in secret, first sight, yeah, we love without reason” - (pov doesn’t matter)

“our secret moments in a crowded room, they have no idea about me and you” - dress (pov doesn’t matter)

“say my name and everything just stops, i don’t want you like a best friend” - dress (eddie’s pov)

i think my mutual posted this lyric but “i’m laughing with my lover, making forts under the covers, trust him like a brother” - call it what you want (pov doesn’t matter)

this quote could apply to losers club in general but “please don’t ever become a stranger who’s laugh i could recognize anywhere” - new year’s day (pov doesn’t matter)

“but i stay when you’re lost and i’m scared and you’re turning away, i want your midnights, but i’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year’s day” - new year’s day (eddie’s pov)

[livvyofthelake]

why are we thinking about fanfiction rn? well because i just remembered the reddie baseball au again and i started thinking about some shit idk i'm bored as hell and not tired enough to go to sleep. or i wasn't when i started, kinda am now. also who gives a shit what i post at 2am no one reads these. well helena does hi helena love seeing you in the notifications every morning <3 remember how good reddie fanfic was? damn. anyway yeah. peace and love on planet earth!!!! i'd say we should bring back reddie in a big way but i actually don't think that would be good for society considering last time we did reddie in a big way there was a woldwide pandemic. yes i blame covid on it chapter two 2019. there were evil forces at work idk

[eddiekaspbrakirlsblog]

some more of my favourite reddie coded taylor swift lyrics 🫶 again idea is from the lovely @cowboylikeekatie 💗💗💗

“I wonder if he knows he’s all I think about at night” - teardrops on my guitar

“but you’re just so cool run your hands through your hair absentmindedly making me want you” - fearless

“if you’re out there if you’re somewhere if you’re moving on I’ve been waiting for you everyday since you’ve been gone” - if this was a movie ☹️

“you’re the kind of reckless that should send me running but I kinda know that I won’t get far” - sparks fly

“in another life you still would’ve turned my head” - timeless

“remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes tell myself it’s time now gotta let go but moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head” - red

“love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right” - state of grace

THE ENTIRETY OF STAY STAY STAY ❤️❤️❤️

THE WHOLE SONG OF EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED IS ALSO THEM

“this is when the feeling sinks in I don’t wanna miss you like this , come back , be here” - come back be here (specifically adult reddie☹️)

“You always knew how to push my buttons , you gave me everything and nothing , this mad mad love makes you come running” - I wish you would

THEY ARE SO I KNOW PLACES CODED

AND THIS LOVE

“sometimes I wonder when you sleep are you ever dreaming of me” - delicate

“I’m laughing with my lover making forts under covers trust him like a brother yeah you know I did one thing right , starry eyes sparking my darkest nights” - call it what you want

“I’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town babe or if you strike out and you’re crawling home” - new years day

ITS A CRUEL SUMMERRRRR

“we could let our friends crash in the living room/we could leave the Christmas lights up till January” - lover

“and you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me” - lover

the archer is so eddie kaspbrak coded btw

“I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings” - paper rings

“one single thread of gold tied me to you” - invisible string

“you know I left a part of me back in New York”- hoax (AGAIN ADULT REDDIE)

TIS THE DAMN SEASON

“with your boots beneath my bed forever is the sweetest con” - cowboy like me

“talk your talk and go viral I just need this love spiral”- lavender haze

“I can’t speak afraid to jinx it , I don’t even dare to wish it” - snow on the beach

“to you I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it” - sweet nothing

AHHHHH💗💗💗💗

THE WHOLE OF THE GREAT WAR IS ABOUT THEM

AND MASTERMIND

THIS TURNED OUT WAY LONGER THAN EXPECTED BUT ENJOY 🫶🫶🫶

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

And a pretty quick run into Gatlinburg, come to think of it

SOMEWHERE ALONG THE PARKWAY (US 441) BETWEEN PIGEON FORGE AND GATLINBURG, TN: Between Cincinnati and Gatlinburg via I-75 (to Knoxville) and US 441 is about 230 miles, particularly allowing for the narrow north/south axis of Kentucky and Tennessee ... meaning about five hours' or so drive from the Queen City to the Queen Mother of Tourist Traps.

And with such eclectic company on top of other fellow Funtastics making their way unto the Great Smoky Mountains for what cometh Easter Sunday--no less than The Cattanooga Cats' Gatlinburg Easter Parade on The Parkway, the main tourist district of Gatlinburg, as anyone who has visited Gatlinburg heading into Great Smoky Mountains National Park will tell you.

Yet you wonder what makes Great Smoky Mountains such a popular national park to begin with, especially when you have a gateway like Gatlinburg and its kitschiness inherent in contrast to the unspoilt serenity expected of national parks, to begin with.

=============

So anyway, our company--yours truly, Huckleberry Hound, Crazy Claws, The King, Sheena and Ruff and Reddy--are at a gas station/convenience store on The Parkway within eyeshot of Dollywood. It seems Country, with the Cattanooga Cats, wanted us to meet the feline quartet there and get some directions to be led to as much accomodations as Cattanooga Klatsche, their Gatlinburg coffee shop and artisan roastery. Refuelling was more or less a subsidiary activity.

Considering the early traffic for the Easter weekend heading into Gatlinburg being what it was, it somehow required Kitty Jo, who was driving a modest little commuter car, to use back roads to reach our rendezvous.

"Uh, hello boys!" was how Kitty Jo, otherwise the female vocal and dance lead for the band, introduced us with that somewhat chirpy Southern accent of hers. Not to mention Teeny Tim by her side, and leashed, obviously. And pretty much everybody left the motorhome to extend greetings.

"At any rate, on behalf of the Cattanooga Cats as well as Cattanooga Klatsche ... may I just extend to you 'welcome' here to the Smoky Mountains--"

"Obviously," adding my own touch of levity to the proceedings, "not to be confused with Little Smokies sausages!" (Which got chuckles galore, guaranteed.)

"At any rate," Kitty Jo continued, "a little later in the evening, back at the Klatsche, we're gonna set up a buffet and discuss some of the plans for the parade weekend, which is also the Easter weekend."

Which had Reddy wondering "what exactly will the tourists otherwise be thinking, seeing us characters more or less along the Parkway?"

"We'll naturally cross that proverbial bridge at that time" was how Kitty Jo explained it. "As a precaution against rain," she added, considering that likelihood, "should rain ensue on Easter Sunday, we'll issue rain ponchos to participants."

"I just hope she knows what she's talking about," Huck remarked.

"And while there may not be a marching band as part of the Easter Parade," Kitty Jo quipped, "I certainly hope our characters' presence will make this Easter especially interesting! Especially with the meet-and-greet angle more than anything!"

After a few minutes more, Kitty Jo was able to lead our motorhome to a private parking area such as the Cats themselves have outside Cattanooga Klatsche in a modest alley just off the Parkway, and close to where the tourist trolley shuttles meet, even! And upstairs to a modest little apartment the quartet keeps above Cattanooga Klatsche, Crazy Claws, Huck and yours truly were directed to a modest little guest bedroom--if it could be called as much, and our presence stunning the band's drummer, resident wit and jock, Groove, who set up the sleeper sofa such as would serve as our sleeping quarters.

"Oh--and don't forget your bags," Kitty Jo chimed in as she and Country, the band lead and romantic interest of Kitty Jo, brought our modest luggage in and got things ready. (The others who came along with us found motel accomodations along the Parkway.)

So how do you think things will turn out?

@warnerbrosentertainment @indigo-corvus @jellystone-enjoyer @funtasticworld @zodiacfan32 @restroom @archive-archives @thylordshipofbutts @thebigdingle @gatlinburgvisitor-blog-blog @themineralyoucrave @screamingtoosoftly @warnerbros-blog1 @ultrakeencollectionbreadfan @iheartgod175 @groovybribri @theweekenddigest @warnerbrosent-blog

[toyboy-molloy]

:: reddie but they return to the jade 27 years later

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Eddie grumbled as he lowered into his chair, tucking his cane beside him. Richie took his seat opposite, grinning.

“It was your idea, babe.”

Eddie scoffed, reaching for the menu, “don’t tell me your memory is fucked now as well as your knees.”

Richie chuckled, leaning back in his chair as he looked around the restaurant. Surprisingly, the Jade hadn’t changed much since they’d last been there. The last time, Richie and Eddie had been fighting their demons and a killer clown as well as their resurfaced feelings for each other. Almost thirty years ago. When Eddie was still married to Myra and Richie still had most of his hair. He glanced over at Eddie, now his husband, squinting at the menu through his glasses.

“Hey,” Eddie hummed in acknowledgement, still trying to decide what he wanted to order, “we should recreate what happened the last time we were here. You know, minus the flying fortune cookie eyeball things.”

Eddie looked up, an eyebrow raised, “Richie, I’m too fucking old to bang in the bathroom. And you’re too old to do it to me. We’d be the laughing stock of the hospital’s geriatric ward.”

“Are you kidding? We’d be legends!”

Eddie shook his head, chuckling at his daft husband. Richie smiled, too, pleased he can still make the love of his life laugh even years later. 

-

"So,” Richie said about halfway through their meal, pouring them both another glass of wine (yet again ignoring Eddie’s warnings about their various medications), “how are you enjoying the recreation of our first date?”

Eddie frowned, taking a sip of his wine, “this wasn’t our first date.”

“Yeah, well, it was our first something,” he gently took Eddie’s hand in his, stroking his skin softly, “ok, I’ll be real, Eds...I just wanted to come back to where we fell in love.”

Eddie lifted their joined hands, kissing Richie’s knuckles affectionately, “Richie, I love you but if this is where you fell in love with me, I want a divorce.”

“Let’s be honest, Eds, we’ve been together so long and we’re so fucking old it might as well be,” Richie chuckled, dodging the playful swat Eddie aimed at him, “I was talking about Derry in general, old man.”

“Ok, so what’s next?” Eddie twirled his wine glass flirtatiously, “the kissing bridge? The clubhouse? The remains of Neibolt? You gonna have someone beat us up in the arcade? are we going to sneak into the Aladdin just to make out?” Eddie smiled at the memories, shaking his head fondly, “I don’t think you’ll be able to climb through my bedroom window this time, babe.”

“Actually, you know what I really want to do?” Richie leaned across the table as far as he could manage, meeting Eddie’s eyes. It was amazing how he could still get lost in them. Eddie shook his head, transfixed. Richie smirked, “I wanna go to bed and fucking sleep for the rest of the vacation.”

Eddie sighed in relief, removing his wallet, “god, I thought you’d never ask.”

[eternalgoldfish]

burned out flames should never reignite (but i thought you might)

Reddie | M | Chapter 2/4 | 8.5k

For Richie, Tuesday and Wednesday are one day now, occasionally punctuated by a few restless hours of sleep in the middle.

He tells himself he didn't go home just for a shot at seeing Eddie on the subway, but it doesn't matter much, anyway. Eddie isn't there, just the usual strangers crunched in with him as he stands and sways with the motion of the train. 

He's still not sure what he's going to say, anyway. This feels like something he should maybe have a plan for. 

With half-mast eyes and a steaming coffee in his grasp, he tries to sort through what he remembers, what might help. It feels like he's tracing latte residue left on the table in a coffee shop without seeing the person who held the mug. He doesn’t think he’s forgetting yet, but maybe he should write more things down. Maybe he should be reading and rereading the notes on his phone until they’re burned into his eyes.

The truth is that Richie has never been very good at making plans and is even worse at following through with them. He’s more of a stumble-through-life kind of guy who happens to be incredibly fucking successful in his clownish stumbling. He can write and remember jokes and sketches, but those aren’t real life, not really.

His coffee cools, he steps off the train, and his stumbling begins.

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[watchoutforthefanfics]

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

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

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: This had me twirling my hair and giggling. Hehehehehehehe. They like each other so much !!! Enjoy :))]]

Richie woke up to approximately 50 messages. Okay, so maybe he was exaggerating, but squinting at his phone in the early morning (it was like 10:30 maybe) really exaggerated the amount. It was all so blurry, he couldn't really tell what exactly he was looking at, but he knew it was a lot. With a breath, he pushed himself up, to lean against the headboard of the bed -his head hurt a little, and he could kind of tell he had a shitty sleep. He couldn't really say why, he didn't really fucking know.

Mindlessly, he grabbed his glasses from his nightstand (which holy fuck did they need to be cleaned) and slid them onto his face. It took him more than one try (he wasn't exactly the most coordinated, not even when he was fully awake). After continuously pushing back a mob of curls that just stayed in front of his eyes, Richie finally just shook his head and the mob moved out of the way. He really needed to figure out how to take care of curls. Maybe he could ask Bev-

He blinked, refocusing on his phone screen -there was a lot. A mix of Instagram and actual messages (he randomly noted if he should get Eddie's number at some point), he thought for a second he posted something he shouldn't have. So, with a breath, he checked (on all platforms, mind you). All he had was Twitch promo and some stupid tweets (he specifically remembers "animal from the muppets definitely fucks"), though, so he was all good there.

He frowned. What the fuck is going on?

Naturally, Richie went to Instagram first. It was where he talked to Eddie, and that was kinda his first priority anyway. Was that fucked up to say? He loved his friends, really, they just weren't... Eddie.

Eddie was like a whole different tier.

So, he quickly went to his messages. In which he noticed a few different sources, the new groupchat was the primary target with an absurd amount of new messages (he debated turning those notifications off for a spare moment), some from Eddie, and maybe like two from Bev. You can kinda guess where he went first.

e.kaspbrak

Can't believe you fucking fell asleep on me.

You snore by the way.

Richie smiled. Right. They'd been up pretty late last night on the phone. Eddie had told him to go to sleep for hours, but Richie downright refused. And neither of them really wanted to hang up. So, apparently, he stayed on until he passed out.

e.kaspbrak

Hope you slept well, asshat.

Richie laughed out loud. Maybe a little in the giggly kind of way (he likes me) and maybe a little like it was the funniest shit in the world (which it was, to him). He said this literally every day but he was so entirely fucked. Eddie had such a fucking grip on him.

This next one he noted was like super early in the morning for him in New York.

e.kaspbrak

Your ex, Connor, just blocked me.

I went easy on him too, what a fucking baby.

He's married now, though, so I messaged his wife instead. She told me she'd get back to me.

Richie snorted. He couldn't remember the last time someone gave a this much of a shit. About him. His friends loved him, yeah, but to fucking chase down his exes? And fucking insult them into blocking you? There was truly nothing more romantic.

e.kaspbrak

I know you're still gonna be asleep right now because you don't wake up until 3 in the fucking afternoon, but I told the others.

Just check the groupchat.

Text me when you're up, dipshit.

Richie paused a second, suddenly understanding the influx of messages. And now that he looked at it, missed calls.

Before he could think about it, he clicked the camera button and started a video. Wiping the sleep out of his eyes, he threw up a thumbs up.

"I'm awake, Eds," he let out a yawn, naturally stretching slightly, "-at a responsible-" he checked the clock, "-10:37 in the morning. So fuck you."

And send.

Richie blinked. Wait.

He'd never sent Eddie a video in his life. Why was that his instinct? They'd not even sent selfies back and forth, now that he thought about it. He stared at the little bubble for a few seconds too long. And maybe because he was half awake, he just waved it off. Too late now.

Barely awake Richie had less anxiety apparently.

With a smooth motion, he moved on to the groupchat. Surprisingly, most of the recent ones were just reels -back and forth throughout the night. Which was kinda in character, it was a friends' groupchat after all, what was one of those without extensive and constant fucking memes? (It should be said that he did note to mute the notifications though.) And then, after a substantial amount of scrolling, he found it.

e.kaspbrak

Now we are :)

At first, Richie didn't exactly get it. Until he scrolled up even more and was reminded of the 'not yet' text. The one that made him want to twirl in a meadow to some music, like a Disney movie scene. (It actually still kind of hit the same now. Richie felt like he should open up his window and sing to the birds.) Blinking, he refocused.

reddy.bevvy ✔️

NO WAYYYY

Ahhh, congratulations ❤️❤️❤️

benny.boy.official ✔️

so happy for you guys ☺️

stan.the.man ✔️

I wish you the best of luck, Eddie.

mike.me.up ✔️

congrats guys !!!

big.bill ✔️

Did not have trashmouth dating somebody on my bingo card but...

I'm happy for the two of you.

e.kaspbrak

Thanks, guys.

reddy.bevvy ✔️

where's rich ?

stan.the.man ✔️

Good question, Bev.

e.kaspbrak

He's asleep.

mike.me.up ✔️

How do you know that?

e.kaspbrak

He fell asleep on the phone with me.

big.bill ✔️

You guys call? Shit, this must be serious. Richie hates phone calls.

reddy.bevvy ✔️

that is so cute !!! I'm so happy for you two.

stan.the.man ✔️

I told him once my uncle died and he just said 'sorry :(' in a text.

e.kaspbrak

@/stan.the.man He really is a fucking idiot.

stan.the.man ✔️

But, you like him?

Richie could see Stanley's fierce protectiveness from a mile away. It made something warm settle along his shoulders, like a hug maybe.

e.kaspbrak

Of course, he's my fucking idiot.

Richie grinned bright -maybe a little too bright, but luckily it was just him in his bedroom. The walls were the only ones to witness it. So, it was kind of like it never even happened at all. No one else would know. They might be able to assume though.

Bev's messages on Instagram were along the same lines 'congratulations' etc, etc. Not that he didn't appreciate them, they were just kinda repetitive. Most of the text messages were the same with the same sort of purpose and soft emojis. He throughly replied to each one with a smile and thanks.

And then, he got to Bev's.

It almost popped out of the screen, accusatory.

Red 🦰🔥 😘

RICHARD TOZIER

YOU ASKED HIM TO MOVE IN WITH YOU ???

Fuck, right, he'd literally forgotten about it. (How the fuck did he forget that?) Eddie was coming to live with him, in three fucking months! God, had that really even settled in yet?

Richie decidedly did not answer, instead jumping over to Stan's messages. Or message, it seemed.

Staniel 🐦😤😠

Richie.

That spoke all it needed to. Stanley was a powerful man with few words necessary. He could nearly see the furrowed eyebrows and thin-lipped straight-line mouth. All judgemental and shit. In a weird kind of way though, the kind that shows he cares. Somehow.

Richie exited the conversation just the same. Later. It was too early for this shit.

It was of no surprise that Bev and Stan were the ones who called him -maybe five times apiece. Or... Bev did it a lot more. He was frankly surprised she hadn't shown up at his door actually-

e.kaspbrak saved your video to chat

He paused, interrupting his thought process. Instinctively, he clicked through, and sure enough, it was saved in the chat. Richie could see his face (one curl so wonkily out of place that he just knew it bothered Eddie). If he thought about it, he looked incredibly sleepy, cozy even, and his hair was unbelievable actually. Probably the frizziest it's ever been. Which is fucking saying something-

e.kaspbrak sent you a video

Richie froze.

He eyed the message for a few spare seconds, like if he blinked it would disappear. To be fair, all of this could very much be a dream. Maybe as far as the handsome comment, if he was totally fucking honest with himself-

e.kaspbrak

You are stupidly hot.

What the fuck.

Richie laughed a little, maybe instinctively thinking of it as a joke. He didn't know, but his brain hesitated to think it was him being honest like he genuinely thought those things. Richie Tozier? Hot? Since fucking when?

He didn't know what to say, so instead, he opened the video.

It took a minute to open, screen black for longer than a second (Richie made weird expressions at himself as it did so, naturally). And then, Eddie was filling up his screen.

Before it could get too far, Richie held a finger to the screen, effectively pausing it.

He let his eyes swim over Eddie. He looked like the picture yeah, but his hair was longer now, and the peek of freckles along the bridge of his nose was a little bit brighter. More noticeable. And on top of it all, was a flush of red bubbled along his cheeks and if Richie squinted, he could see it on the tips of his ears. (God, Eddie just might be the cutest human being fucking alive.) Richie almost wanted to hold his face, cradle it. Pathetically.

He was outside, Richie could tell that much. Mostly by the blue skies, but as he unpaused it, noises like dogs barking, the low hum of conversation, and cars honking (as is NY) merely confirmed it.

"It is almost noon where you are, dickhead," Eddie spoke (Richie watched the words come out of his mouth, carefully, connecting the dots), big brown eyes latched right onto him, "-You're gonna miss fucking breakfast. Do you know how important breakfast fucking is? For your entire body? It gives you all the shit you need that you're missing from fasting overnight. Hence, break fast-"

Richie hummed, Huh. A little distracted. His eyes were just so-

"-So go eat."

And then it was over.

Wordlessly, Richie saved the video to the chat. Debating what exactly he wanted to text, or if he wanted to just send another video. For a fucking glimpse of him.

God, Richie was so very gay.

He just did what felt natural, what his brain wanted him to.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

I think u r beautiful eds

Before realizing.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

shit unless you're not like comfortable with that word

some dudes aren't

e.kaspbrak

I'm not some dude fuckface.

Before he could text a response -fingers in place, his screen flashed with something new. It was just like a phone call on Instagram, except, on Eddie's half of the screen was, well, him.

Phone a little bit beneath his chin, his eyes scanned out in front of him as he seemed to take steps down the busy street. Richie could sometimes see heads pass by, he seemed to be moving pretty fast actually. Of course, Eds was a fast lil speedwalker. Richie just stared for a little bit, watching the tight little frown he held on his lips as his eyes glanced along the people along the sidewalk (assumedly). God, he really was fucking beautiful-

Richie answered.

"Eds," he chimed smiling, in between wiping his eyes, and shifting into a (sorta) British accent, "-Why have you given me such a pleasure as to grace me with your presence?"

Eddie's eyebrows furrowed, a cute little wrinkle in between them, and his lips shifted into a different kind of frown (Richie guessed it might've been a fake one).

"It's too early to start that shit, Richie," he added, something in his tone that Richie couldn't quite read.

Richie's brain went a little crazy at hearing his name in Eddie's voice, on Eddie's face. Watching all the little inflections as he said it, the way his whole face moved as he said his fucking name. He kind of wanted to commit it to memory-

"Rich?"

He blinked, throwing himself out of his thoughts, "Shit, sorry, what did you say, Spaghetti?"

His eyebrows furrowed again, eyes shining with something Richie could really see as concern. His big brown eyes said a lot, right on the surface, he was kind of fucking entranced honestly.

"You okay?" Eddie asked -softer.

It made Richie melt a little.

"Yeah, shit, yeah, I'm fine, Eds," he cleared his throat, "-You just... You said my name."

Eddie's lips quirked up a second, and Richie wanted to see a full smile so bad that it felt like his blood was burning.

"I've said your name before, dickweed," he chimed, "-like multiple times. Do you not remember the fucking phone calls-"

"But it's you this time," Richie interrupted -impulsively, "-your face. You."

Eddie did smile then, a little small one. It made something zing all the way to his toes.

"My beautiful face?" Eddie teased, and Richie felt a little like he was floating.

Richie paused, before settling on something.

"Yeah," he hummed, maybe a little too softly, "-your beautiful face."

He watched then, as a sort of flush bubbled up to his skin -all the way up to the tips of his ears. It was a splotchy sort of red. He puffed up his cheeks for a moment, and Richie thought for a moment he was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"Fuck you."

Richie burst into laughter, "Wow, I give you a compliment out of the kindness of my heart-"

"What the fuck else was I supposed to say?" Eddie retorted, something in his face flickering frustration (or maybe just flustered), "-You called me fucking beautiful. Who does that shit?"

"Eds, I thought you were beautiful like since the fucking beginning-" Richie added before he could think about it, and when the words settled along in his mind, he snapped his lips shut.

Shit. He really was a fucking loose cannon-

"Seriously?" Eddie asked, softer -big brown puppy dog eyes looking at him. He was so fucked.

"Uh," Richie paused, awkwardly, "-yeah."

"Wait," Eddie scrambled a second, "-How? You didn't know what I looked like-"

"On your Instagram," Richie interrupted, rambling a little, "-you have a, uh, photo where you're smiling. You've got little crinkles by your eyes and shit. And the... the first thing I thought was that you were..."

"Beautiful," Eddie finished -succinctly, not looking at the screen (his face was still pretty red).

"Yeah," Richie continued, awkwardly.

"You can't do that."

Richie pursed his lips, "What?"

"Be all fucking... sincere and shit," Eddie explained, suddenly frustrated, "-You're already handsome and... and charming and fucking funny as shit. Save some for the rest of us, asshole."

Richie laughed again, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling.

"Awe, Eds thinks I'm charming-"

Eddie choked out a laugh, before stomping it down, "I take it all back. You're an idiot."

"Apparently, I'm your idiot," Richie chimed back -teasing.

Eddie fell silent, "Shit."

Richie laughed again, and Eddie laughed too. It made something in him flutter. It was just like every time before, each one laughing a little harder. He thought for a second that maybe it would never stop, maybe he'd run out of oxygen-

"I think you're beautiful too," Eddie chimed (decidedly not laughing anymore, how long had he been just looking at him?), "-just so you know. Dick."

Richie sobered up pretty quickly then, red splotchy patches creeping up his face (probably worse than Eddie's a few seconds ago). Even despite the embarrassment, he smiled goofily and tilted his head, "Thanks, Spaghetti."

Eddie just looked at him, eyes set and lips in a firm line. Almost frustrated and also somehow a little affectionate.

"I'm going to beat the shit out of your exes."

Richie laughed, "You could probably take them, Eds. You have so much anger in that tiny little body-"

"I'm 5'6, dickweed," Eddie hissed, "-5'7 is the average height of a man, internationally. I'm average height, it's not my fault you're freakishly fucking tall."

"What about in America?" Richie very well knew it to be 5'9.

"Fuck you," Eddie's lips flattened into a thin frown, "-and get the fuck out of bed. Go eat some breakfast."

Richie opened his mouth to respond.

"-I'll stay on this fucking call until you do."

Richie thought there might be some other reasons too. It just made him grin brighter, too bright probably (but Eddie looked at him in a certain type of way that he never wanted to stop so maybe it was okay). They stayed on the phone for a lot longer than necessary (somehow Richie didn't mind), and he got to chime in on Eddie's grocery run, which was fun. Especially when he got to physically see Eddie's face as he cussed him out. (Did you seriously just tell me to get fucking Twinkies?)

He wasn't surprised when just a few hours later, he got a knock on his door. Mostly because he still hadn't answered her text messages, or Stan's message either. Quickly responding to Eddie (something about streaming), he wandered up to his door.

He might as well give her a key actually-

Bev walked in with a smile, extending a drink toward him (some fruit drink with like fresh strawberries from Starbucks that he had decidedly never had), and walking a few steps forward. Richie sipped from it, and gently shut his door behind her -locking it.

Before he could even turn around, Bev punched his arm hard -the ice sloshed in his drink.

"Fuck, Red," his freehand came up to rub at it, turning to her, "-What was that for?"

"Not telling me shit," Bev chastised, before extending her hand -expectantly.

Richie furrowed his eyebrows for a second, eyeing her palm, "Uh, what?"

"Your phone," she chimed, like it was obvious.

"I didn't ask through text, Bev," he clarified, "-we talked on the phone."

"How did it e-" she started, before pausing. She held up her finger as if to say one moment, and pulled out her phone. With a breath, a dial tone echoed out into the room.

"Hello?" Stanley answered. Fuck.

They were ganging up on him right now, why? He didn't deserve this shit. It had just come out, and Eddie was okay with it-

"Hey, Stan," Bev responded, "-I'm at Richie's, like we talked about."

Like we talked about, Richie sighed, "C'mon guys, I don't need a fucking intervention-"

"It's not an intervention," Stan's voice chimed up put of the phone, "-We're just fucking confused as hell, Rich."

"Yeah," Bev supported, "-I really like Eddie for you, but where did this come from?"

Richie questioned, assuming she talked to Eddie to learn that information, "Did Eddie not tell you?"

She pursed her lips, answering, "No."

Richie briefly wondered why, but it kinda made sense. Eddie was pretty private about things like that, and if anything (since they were Richie's friends first), he'd want Richie to handle it. He didn't want to fuck any of it up, even though Richie told him that he really couldn't.

"He called me yesterday during his shift," he explained, "-Told me that a coworker was flirting with him, he rejected, and she threw hot ass coffee on him-"

Stan interrupted, "Is he a barista?"

"Was," Richie corrected before continuing, "-Long story short, he walked out of his job and quit. And then he started getting frantic about rent and hating his life... and it just... slipped out."

"And you meant it?" She questioned, carefully.

"Yeah, of course I did," Richie laughed, "-he's... Eddie."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Stanley crackled over the phone.

"It's... Eddie," he repeated, unsure how to go from there, "-He's my favorite person in the whole fucking world, no offense. I can't help myself with him-"

"Your favorite person?" Bev questioned -quieter, gentler. Richie wasn't sure what to do about it, or how to interpret it.

"Yeah," he echoed out, before adding, "-like I said no offense. You guys are like a close second-"

Bev held out her hand, and Richie furrowed his eyebrows, "I wanna see your messages."

Richie didn't even flinch, accepting her phone as she handed it to him with ease. Stanley didn't say anything for a second like he was thinking -processing. Richie knew that meant he was about to say something big; he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

"You videochatted?" She asked, and before Richie could respond, continued, "-You called him beautiful?"

"Hey, I told you about that one-"

She didn't say a word, instead, Eddie's voice echoed out into the air, "It is almost noon where you are, dickhead-"

"Huh," she commented, scanning over him, "-he is pretty cute. I can totally see the beautiful thing-"

"You really do like him," Stanley's voice called out, curious, "-don't you?"

Richie gnawed at his lips, fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt -debating how to say it, "So fucking much."

"And he likes you too?" Stan asked, quietly.

"Yeah," Richie paused, "-at least, I think so."

"No, 'I think so'-" Bev interrupted, handing him back his phone and accepting her phone, "-I text him. He likes you. A lot."

"Yeah?" Richie asked, grinning.

"Oh, yeah," Bev laughed, "-he told me that he found you from one of Mike or Ben's streams. You said some stupid shit in the chat, he saw the checkmark and got curious. He went to your channel, and-"

Richie felt a little like exploding.

"-watched some of your streams. 'I liked his laugh and his stupid ass face'," she quoted, smiling, "-You'd been his celebrity crush for like a year and a half-"

"I was his celebrity crush-" Richie nearly cooed, pretending to faint, "-Bev pinch me, I'm dreaming~"

She laughed, loud. It made something in Richie lighten, he really fucking loved making his friends laugh. And it always made him just love his friends ever more. He never thought he'd get this-

"I'm happy for you Richie," Stan interrupted, "-really fucking happy for you. I am gonna have to text him though."

"Give 'im the ole runaround," Richie joked, in a heavy Southern accent.

"Seriously, Rich," Stanley clarified, "-if he tries any shit, I'll book a flight to New York."

"Stanley, my hero," Richie sighed out.

"Rich."

"I know, I know," Richie relented, breathing out, "-I don't think he's gonna hurt me. I'm really... I trust the fuck out of him."

"Yeah, good," Bev hummed, "-it's our job to test him."

"Guys," Richie laughed, fake pleading but still kinda genuine, "-please don't scare him away, I really like this one-"

"It won't scare him away," Stanley added, "-if he's serious."

Richie rolled his eyes.

Quickly, going to Instagram, he shot Eddie a warning message.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

incoming daddy stan and momma bev asking about your intentions with me

🚨🚨 this is a warning 🚨🚨

He waited a second.

e.kaspbrak

Bev already did that.

But tell Stan to bring it on, I'm ready.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

u can't do any worse, right ?

the bar is on the floor lol

e.kaspbrak

I'm gonna be the best boyfriend you've ever had, dipshit.

Boyfriend, chimed through his head, and Richie grinned bright.

e.kaspbrak

And not just because all your other ones are shitty.

Because I actually want to fucking take care of you and your stupid brain.

Very stupid brain.

Something twisted in his chest, a little overwhelming.

trashmouth.tozier ✔️

I'm getting mixed signals here, eds

e.kaspbrak

Shut up, dipshit. ❤️

Richie felt a little like he might cry. In the good way.

e.kaspbrak

No, you're not.

And before your brain starts shit, I like the fuck out of you.

Okay, in a very good way.

[lastcrush]

wanted plots for all of my muses...

by no means is this comprehensive and some plots are vague enough that it can fit with multiple of the characters. source link is my muse page for reference. absolutely ask more about a muse if you want more information.

PLEASE LIKE AND/OR MESSAGE ME IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN ANY OF THESE PLOTS. while i recognize that the same plot may be written out differently with a different partner, i’ll likely cap each plot at a maximum of two depending on how much attention certain ones get. thank you for understanding.

beejal shah / novelist / 26 / any

[any] your muse Knows that bee’s mom is a high profile actress and that her dad is a politician. they know. they plan to bring this to light for some reason. maybe they dont like her. maybe they don’t like her parents. whatever. chaos. 

[any, 23-33] REALITY TV SHOW. i havent seen any but i just think it’d be fun to write bee in that type of environment considering how awful she can be. will likely require a lot of plotting. romantic or platonic or antagonistic i want them at eachother’s throats i want them to kiss i want them to be messy.

[any] fellow authors :3 maybe they write in the same genre. maybe they write in completely different genres. r they friends? r they enemies? who knows. we'll figure it out

[any] haha someone who is a fan of both bee's shitty webnovels and her published works and is putting 2 & 2 together .. very close to figuring out the connection .... drama !

james adeyemi / museum curator / 27 / she+they+he

[any, 24-32] idk i think it would be fun to have recent exes that just keep running into eachother and okay fine we can try again one (1) more time except it’s a mess and their friends r begging them to stop going back to eachother but they Can’t. anyway.

[any] fellow phd candidates.... i think she should have someone to suffer with....

[any] people who work at the museum with her !! archaeology nerds perhaps. maybe they dig too deep into something that's delivered to the museum and it ends up being supernatural in nature. maybe your muse is supernatural in nature.

killian benson / thief / 31 / he

[any] your character is part of the group that killi pissed off and ran away from. that's it. he's a scaredy cat he doesnt want anything to do with your muse/group and is currently in hiding

[any] killi sleeps with your muse and then wakes up in the middle of the night as they stay over and steals a bunch of shit and then runs <3

[any] partner in crime :]

harsh reddy / baseball player / 32 / he

[any, 27-37] these two are absolute bros. best friends. do not separate. they’re bros that sleep together sometimes. friends with benefits, one might say. except they refuse to call it that. they’re besties. that’s all. :) totally nothing bad can happen out of this arrangement

[any] ummm rival team member :3 antagonistic? platonic turned antagonist under circumstances? romantic turned antagonist turned romantic again? :3

naomi furukawa / private investigator / 34 / he+they

[any, similar age] they met years ago when naomi was still in the fbi and were partners (i mean literally, they worked together, but they could have been partners). your muse is considered dead. while naomi is working a case as a PI he comes upon something that leads them to find your muse, alive. cue angst heartbreak reconnection

[platonic romantic antagonistic] haha your muse is a criminal. naomi is tasked with finding them/taking them down. he thought this case was going to be small and easy but it quickly unravels into something much bigger than expected. game of cat and mouse. at eachother’s throats. one of them always one step ahead of the other.

[any] you: give me a superhero/powered character. me: gives you a PI that is hired to investigate something that said powered person is involved in. chaos <3

nuri jeong / actor + stuntperson / 35 / they

[any, 30-40] dysfunctional celeb couple

[any, 30-40] your character does not know who nuri is and nuri is absolutely fucking elated by that. can be platonic/antagonistic

[any, 30-40] ldr :') they were together for a year and then your muse has to move for job or family or something else 12 timezones away and nuri can’t go with them because they have their own responsibilities here so they decide theyll try this LDR thing and for the first few months its going great even if it means theyre both sacrificing sleep and their health but then it starts getting a little worse and they dont call as often and theyre starting to have doubts and one of them decides enough is enough and goes on a little trip to see the other without telling them and thats as far as i got

lochan rao / researcher + professor / 37 / she+he

[any, similar age-ish] okay stay with me here. give me lochan's ex-fiancé. the fiancé broke it off because they thought she wasn’t giving them enough time. they find eachother again. zuhi wants to get back together because of course she does. whether your muse agrees or doesnt is up to you but personally i’d love to explore the fall of their relationship and the rebuilding of it and the hesitance and the angst and everything that comes with it.

[any, 33-45] LOL. REBOUND!!! she deserves a little bit of a rebound. maybe it’s only one night maybe it lasts a month. maybe they stay friends after maybe they don’t maybe they were always in love with her and she sees them as temporary.

[any, professor and/or researcher] your muse work’s in the same department as lochan at the same university (or hospital works too?? we're flexible) :) a little bit of a rivalry. for fun :) maybe its more :)

[any, similar age] lochan and your muse made a pact when they were in their twenties that if they aren’t married by forty, then they’d marry each other. with 40 close, your muse contacts lochan after over a decade of not talking. they meet up, start talking again, discuss how the pact was silly and they fall in love anyway :)

celeste owuor / editor in chief / 40 / she

[any, 30+] i'd be a liar if i said i didnt want some devil wears prada thing. but like with a newspaper. you get it.

[any] idk . rivals? eocs of other papers? people that celeste fucked over to get where she is? we can figure it out

[any, 35+] situationship. at their big age. yeah. celeste keeps putting work first and your muse is fed up with it because they rightfully would like a little morsel of attention sometimes.

silas montague / firefighter / 40 / he

[any, 35+] you know ben warren and miranda bailey from greys? yeah. that

angel flores / hacker / 42 / he+they+xe

[any] your muse hires angel for their hacking services and you pose it as a No Big Deal thing thats totally fine but it ends up unravelling into something else entirely. haha whoops.

[any, 35+] your muse and angel are friends. or at least as close to friends as angel manages to get to others. you notice his typically immaculate memory starting to go a little... off.

[any, 35+] i'm running on fumes i think angel deserves to kiss someone and that it should be angsty. as a little treat.

santiago leon / math teacher + anti-hero / 45 / he

[any] literally anything to do with superpowers/heros/villains etc. idk it would be fun to me in particular !

[any] someone who Also came back to life Changed and they bond over it <3

[any] fellow teachers :3

[any, 40+] your character has a teenager that santi teaches math to o7

magdalena diaz / trauma surgeon / 48 / they+she

[any, 40+] someone she met in group therapy / grief therapy when her long term girlfriend passed. these two are still in contact and have occasional meet ups just to check in on eachother and make sure the other is doing well. platonic or romantic idk up2you

[any] idk. some grey's anatomy shit <3

vivianne park / horror writer / 50 / she

[any] if you want horror plots you want anne. she's been plagued by the Horrors since she was a child and has used that as insp for her writings that are getting increasingly more concerning.

[any] some ghost/monster hunting business would be fun :p

[any, 40+] hey have you seen killing eve- [i am forcefully taken off stage]

[trashm0uthhhh]

I should be sleeping right now but i want to write a silly little gay oneshot, all because i got curious and looked up some spanish petnames.

Anyways its gonna be a Fluff oneshot with teenage reddie where Richie keeps calling Eddie names in Spanish knowing he doesnt understand and big brain Eddie will surprise him with a petname of his own and be like "I have good memory, fuckface, your mum told me what it means" because all Toziers are sweethearts and they all love Eddie, you can't change my mind

[anitabyars]

If You Need Me (Toronto Terror #3)

by Helena Hunting

🏒🍑 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 🍑🏒

It’s release day for If You Need Me, a brand new enemies to lovers, fake engagement hockey romance from Helena Hunting.

A standalone enemies-to-lovers, fake engagement hockey romance.

I’ve been secretly in love with Wilhelmina Reddi-Grinst since the third grade.

I should be the one taking her to our small-town high school reunion. The prom king finally gets his chance with the valedictorian.

Except she hates me.

To the world, I’m a pro hockey player with a million dollar smile.

To Hemi, I’m the menace who (accidentally) sank her bike to the bottom of the lake.

I never thought I’d be able to right my wrongs until she took the team’s PR job.

I’d hoped I was making progress, winning her over—one geriatric polka party at a time.

Until I got drunk one night and made a mistake. A very big mistake.

Now the world thinks we’re both very much in love–—except Hemi is absolutely in loathe.

To save our jobs and reputations, we have to convince all our friends, family, and bosses that our fake relationship is the real deal.

I’ll do anything to protect her, especially if it means I get to be the best boyfriend Hemi never expected.

About Helena Hunting:

NYT and USA Today bestselling author, Helena Hunting lives outside of Toronto with her amazing family and her adorable, emotional cat, who thinks the best place to sleep is her keyboard. Helena writes everything from emotional contemporary romance to romantic comedies that will have you laughing until you cry.

Website: http://www.helenahunting.com/

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My Review

5⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

If You Need Me by Helena Hunting.

My new favorite book!! I seriously wish I could explain just how much fun this book is to read. I laughed a lot! I cried (happy tears). I found myself kicking my feet while I was giddy and swooning over how completely obsessed and deeply in love Dallas

is for Hemi.

I LOVED IT SO MUCH!

This is Dallas and Hemi’s story and I was OBSESSED by this couple and this story!

Wilhelmina, Reddi-Grinst, known by the team as Hemi, is the PR director for the Toronto Terror, the professional hockey team that Dallas Bright plays for.

Hemi is also the woman of Dallas’s dreams and has been for years. Unfortunately, she hates him and she has good reason. They’ve known each other since kindergarten, and he was part of some of her most terrible memories growing up.

So to get back at him, she enjoys signing him up for the worst of the worst: volunteer assignments, and he puts up with it all, just so he gets to be with her. But she has no idea how he feels.

But after a drunken mishap leads the world to believe they’re in a serious relationship, they must enter into a fake relationship to protect their jobs and reputations. What starts as a PR nightmare could turn into something real if Dallas can prove he’s more than her past memories.

“I’m starting to believe in those kisses, in the soft ways he shows up for me.”

Dallas is the perfect swoon-worthy hero, with his charm and vulnerability, who goes all in to win Hemi’s heart. Hemi’s strengths, confidence, and no-nonsense attitude make her an unforgettable heroine.

This enemies-to-lovers with a fake relationship twist romance captured my heart and soul, with a hot, fun-loving hockey hunk and a nerdy, outspoken heroine that works in PR.

Dallas and Hemi’s slow-burn romance is full of sassy banter, laugh-out-loud moments, angst, heartwarming scenes, anxiety complications, sizzling chemistry, and the spice…between these two is off-the-charts HOT!

Helena Hunting brings the perfect balance of humor and emotion in this entertaining, beautiful, heartwarming romance, making this my new number one read of 2024!!!

Gah. I. Am. Wowed. Five stars!

I received an early copy and this is my honest review.

[cowboylikeekatie]

reddie folklore quotes! this is one of taylors most poetic albums and i resonate with literature really well so this post will be really long ignore that

“i hit the ground running each night” - the 1 (eddie’s pov) (hitting the ground running is to be trapped in an overwhelming situation) (also track star eddie au that i live for)🏃‍♂️💨

“it would’ve been fun, if you would’ve been the one” - the 1 (richie’s pov)

“when you are young they assume you know nothing” - cardigan (richie esque but not pov?)

“i knew you, tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy” - cardigan ( eddie’s pov) (because richie tried to save eddie, he tried SO HARD!!! to save him)

“i think i’ve seen this film before, and i didn’t like the ending” (richie’s pov but pov doesn’t really matter” (it reminds me of the fact that eddie dies in every universe)

“and i can go anywhere i want, anywhere i want, just not home” - my tears ricochet (eddie’s pov)

“when i’d fight you used to tell me i was brave” - my tears ricochet (eddie’s pov)

“im still trying everything to get you laughing at me” - mirrorball (richie’s pov)

“you are not like the regulars, the masquerade revelers, drunk as they watched my shattered edges glisten” - mirrorball (eddie’s pov)

seven is them childhood friendship core!

“cross your heart won’t tell no other, and though i can’t recall your face, i still got love for you” - seven

“i think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad, and that must be why, and i think you should come live with me and we can be pirates, then you won’t have to cry, or hide in the closet” - seven (richie’s pov)

“please picture me in the weeds, before i learned civility, i used to scream ferociously” - seven (fits both of them SO WELL)

“back when we were still changing for the better, wanting was enough, for me it was enough, to live for the hope of it all, cancelled plans just incase you’d call” - august (eddie’s pov)

“all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me” - invisible string

“sir i think he’s bleeding out, and some things you just can’t speak about” - ephiphany (richie’s pov)

“hold your hand through plastic now, doc i think she’s crashing out, and some things you just can’t speak about..only 20 minutes of sleep, but you dream of some ephiphany” - epiphany (richie’s pov)

the teenage-ness of betty (the song) reminds me a lot of richie even if like the lyrics don’t

“the devils in the details, but you got a friend in me, would it be enough, if i could never give you peace?” - peace (eddie’s pov but richie’s works too)

“im a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm” - peace (richie’s pov)

hoax but with eddie’s mom

“i want auroras and sad prose, i want to watch wisteria grow, right over my bare feet” - the lakes (richie’s pov)

i had to delete like 6 quotes because i was worried this was too long😭😭