#i think this turned out to be more of a reddie post but i just coulnt help it lmao i love these kids so much????

[glorious-spoon]

Not sure if you still post for the IT fandom but 18+reddie pretty please

Thank you! Number 18 was Ghost Towns by Radical Face, so here's a bit of established-relationship Reddie returning to Derry.

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no past or future here

~800 words

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Just past the Derry town line, Richie swerves the car to the right so suddenly that Eddie thinks an animal must have run out in the road. Then he brakes jerkily and guides it onto the shoulder, gravel crunching beneath the wheels. The close-growing goldenrod brushes against the passenger door as he throws it into park with a lurch.

Eddie lifts his head, blinking heavily. Usually, he drives—Richie likes to tease him for being a control-freak, but the truth is they’re both happier when Richie can fuck around on his phone and Eddie can focus on the road instead of biting his tongue on complaints about how fast Richie tends to take the turns—but he took a Xanax on the plane and he's still a little groggy.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yep,” Richie says tightly.

“You're not about to throw up, are you?”

Richie shakes his head. His shoulders heave, and he says, “No, I think I'm gonna fucking cry.”

“Oh,” Eddie says. And then, “Oh, shit, sweetheart, come here—”

Richie folds into his arms. It’s awkward with the center console between them, the cup-holder digging into Eddie’s hip, but he pays it no mind. Richie is clutching at him—shoulder, hip, the back of his head, quick frantic touches like he’s reassuring himself that Eddie is here—and his whole body shakes with sobs. It’s deeply jarring. Richie is a self-proclaimed crybaby, inclined to get teary-eyed at movies and romantic gestures and often enough during sex, but the only time Eddie has ever seen him cry like this in all the time they’ve been together was at his father’s funeral.

Just like he did then, Eddie holds him close and tries his best to hide his shock.

“Hey,” he says softly, into Richie’s hair. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay, come on.”

“Yeah,” Richie says raggedly. His face is still pressed to Eddie’s shoulder; Eddie’s t-shirt is wet with tears and snot, but he’ll worry about that later. "This fucking place. Do you remember?"

"Some," Eddie admits. He's been getting bits and pieces ever since Mike's phone call. It's all still tangled up: the playground and the Barrens and the bridge with friendly phrases like suck my infected cockkk carved on it. Big Bill. Stanley. Mike and Beverly and Ben. Sepia-toned flashes of memory, all out of order. Playing Chutes and Ladders on the floor of the Denbrough house with Bill and Georgie. Standing in the funeral home in his one good suit, watching Bill stare at a tiny coffin with a blank, stunned numbness that seemed beyond tears.

There's more. He knows there's more. More, and impossibly worse.

“Something really bad happened to us here, didn’t it?” Richie asks eventually. His voice is still thick.

Eddie nods. That memory still feels slippery and shadowed, like he’s digging through dark mud to grasp at some slimy wriggling thing with sharp teeth, but it’s there. The echo of that fear. Richie’s voice, young and terrified and furious, screaming, welcome to the Loser’s Club, asshole!

“Yeah,” he says. His voice is rusty, creaking, strange. An old door hinge on an old house with something terrible underneath it.

His mind slams down on the thought nearly as soon as it surfaces, but the dread remains.

“Yeah,” Richie says. He straightens finally, wiping ineffectively at his face, and Eddie allows annoyance and instinct to override him for a moment.

“Stop that, Jesus, you’re just going to smear snot all over your hand,” he says, leaning down to root through the bag at his feet until he comes up with a packet of wet wipes, which he hands to Richie. Richie takes it, and gives him an extremely wobbly smile.

“I love you,” he says.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. “Yeah.” And then, “I don’t want to go back.”

“We don’t have to,” Richie says immediately. “Seriously. Say the word and I’ll turn around right now. We can be at the airport by three. We don’t owe this town shit.”

For some reason, even though he was just thinking exactly the same thing, that gives Eddie pause.

“Not the town,” he says, “but.”

“Them, yeah.” Richie sags back against his seat, then sets the wipes down to drag both hands through his hair. “Fuck.”

“I don’t want to go back,” Eddie says again, and this time he finishes it. “But we do have to, don’t we.”

He doesn’t phrase it as a question, but Richie nods anyway. His hands drop, flex in his lap. Eddie can see the scar on his palm—the familiar little white line that he’s run his fingers over so many times, marveling thoughtlessly at its similarity to the one on his own hand. And no fucking wonder. They both came from the same piece of broken glass. He reaches out to touch it, then brings Richie’s palm to his lips. Richie lets him do it, then cups his chin and draws him into a brief kiss that still tastes like salt.

“Okay,” he says when they break apart. “Okay.”

Eddie drops back into his seat and re-buckles his belt. Richie nods, and then turns the key, puts the car back in drive, and pulls out onto the road.

[bylersboy]

intro post (finally)

ive debated making an intro post because first off ive been on tumblr for two years and I never got around to it and secondly I am really really horrible at talking about myself because what is to much info and what it to little info and the cycle continues but im giving it a shot because I feel like my mutuals have no idea who I am lmao

HAI my name is Charlie im 15 (18+ I dont mind if you follow me but please dont dm me thank you :]) I use jasper as an online name kind of (at this point its just reserved for my best friend ace but I dont mind if other people call me jasper since I still love the name)

my pronouns are he/him but im also perfectly comfortable with common neopronouns (it/its xey/xem) if you wanna get funky with it.

im a self diagnosed autistic and ARFID (if you dont know what that is its an eating disorder where certain factors make you avoidant and restrictive of the food you eat and it has nothing to do with physical appearance. for me its linked to my autistic sensory issues(ALSO OCD NOW?!!? WHAT THE FUCK?!!?)) I have depression and anxiety and the only reason I mention this is because I relate my mental health to my fav characters in tv shows and books and stuff so if you see me posting about them like everything is connected lol

(my a03 is ghostwithfeet if you want to see me be silly and project my weird life onto fictional characters (I am the most inconsistent updater in the world please expect nothing from me if you even ask about a project it will scare me and like I turtle I will crawl into my shell never to see the light of day again))

my interests really vary about current hyperfixations but heres the master list

current hyperfixs

stranger things specifically Byler but mostly mike wheeler (this has turned into a special interest(I DO NOT support Noah schnapp or another of the other cast members who are in support of the inhumane actions the Israel government are doing. I am pro saving innocent civilians. I know that this can be controversial to be such a big fan of this show and honestly I have a lot of complex feelings on the matter but im autistic as previously mentioned and its my special interest and It won't leave my brain even if im not directly interacting with the media so im gonna yap about it on my blog thank you.))

also just Finn wolf hard for some reason (check out his band the Aubreys its awesome. also check out a recent movie he was in called when you finished Saving the world. it means a lot to me)

donna tarts the goldfinch book

old special interests/hyperfixs

the percy Jackson universe specifically nico di Angelo

the IT universe specifically reddie and Beverly marsh but more leaning towards richie tozier (see what I mean with the Finn wolf hard thing)

dead boy detectives !!

doctor who (I haven't even finished David tenants doctor yet so please no spoilers)

Alice oseman content (never read loveless or iwbft but ive read all of her other stuff)

paper girls graphic novel

other interests

the good place tv show

Kathleen Glasgows book girl in pieces

the walking dead comics including the clementine spin off graphic novels

um yeah thats all I can think of for now

my fav musicians/bands

florence and the machine

indigo de Souza

Kevin Atwater

searows

the Aubreys

sadurn

the cranberries

soccer mommy

runo plum

nep

lala lala

the smiths

hospital bracelet

Chappell roan

AURORA

Madilyn Mei!

Elliot smith

(my music taste is all over the place and is also very seasonal and I have a bunch of underground artists I dont listen to but I am here to give good recs I promise my playlists are fire)

we've gotten to the part of the intro post where im wondering if this is way to much information so sorry if I overshared idk but hope we can be silly mutuals or friends if you want (never be scared to shoot the friendship shot I would love to yap with y'all)

also since this is taking over my other pinned post I just want to put this as an honorary spot and let everyone know that my old pinned post was a quote from radio silence and that Aled last is me and I am him and the February Friday plot line is actually me and it makes me sick how much I resonate with that book

[ruthytwoshakes]

oh good evnening my homos,, my swagggalishis peepol, my lovely little guys . idk. I drew some gi. rrrrrls !!! Some fem fort!! Wahhooooo!!! Yippepeeee!! oh oh and big thank you to everybody who voted in the poll I set up! Once winter break hits I’ll be able to work on the projects full time, until then I’ll just be putting out little wips because school is more important :]

I’ve always wanted to make a gender swap au of some sort but I really had no good ideas until now,,. . They’re all clones of the red team that Engineer and Pauling worked on!! But like kinda. really crazy and blood-thirsty.

Pauling was requested to make a better Blu team because they sucked so bad,, ,so instead of hiring new people she got lazy and asked Engineer for help to mess with the respawn machine and create these new guys. They’re also like a fourth bigger than the original mercs. They’re very scary and violent and not r,eally good at being people yet. to be fair they were born like yesterday sorta. And I think I’d be a little evil too if I was born with the memories and mannerisms and scars of a life that I had not lived. ? ,,,,oh well sucks 2 suck. They hate the other team with a burning passion because they were programmed that way I guess. Idk I just came up with it tonight so it kidna isn’t all that coherent but we bal l . If I have the time I’ll draw them all beating up the boys or just like tormenting them. heheghjshh. pyro is a bear because the original pyro is a butch,, and spy is trans masc cus the original spy is trans fem. c ool

oh if anybody has any ideas for names I’d love to hear them! I’m shit ass at names so help is appreciated B))))) )

oh. welell hello thehrer,, here is more deisntns

these are for fun and would not actually work in the au,, teehhe. Man I don’t know what the fuck happened with saxton but he just looks the exact same. he’s growing out his hair. happened with saxton rhymes kindaa also Bidwell yay! Made her look more like Ma because I think she and scout are sisters booyahhh woah. Reddy with the butch realness hell yeah ,, love her. Mister Pauling wooooooow don’t have much 2 say. Twink Pauling little scary. Administrator though fucking killed me ,,I turned a bad bitch into an old man I’m losing my minddd. Kept the earrings cus they slayy cunty cunt cunt? Idk I don’t say that stuff

PYRO FACE JUMPSCARE !!! I know I committed sin and removed a masked character’s mask buut,idk fuck it I wanted to. Got some gnarly burn scares there and a rat tail cowaaabunga. Don’t know if you can tell but Blu has a half a beard.

JUMPSACREE JUMPSCARE I ADDED MY OCS MUHAHHA it’s gliderrrs yay. Red and Blu glider are two different. guys,, uhh they’re both twins!! Fraternal I think. Red is very flamboyant and extroverted and talks with her hands while Blu kinda stares at you,, you can’t really tell if she’s angry or not? Not happy with you that’s for sure. I can’t info dump about them on this post because I have to get back to work but one day in the near future. perhaps. perchance. mayhaps. what

[schrijverr]

What a 'Your Mom' Joke Can Get You

Richie accidentally comes out on twitter. He has a panic attack about it, but his friends are always in his corner.

On AO3.

Ships: reddie

Warnings: homophobia mention, panic attack

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Richie comes out on a whim. Well, not so much a whim as an accident, but a planned accident, or more well put, an accident that came from something he wanted to do, but never dared yet played so much on the background that he did it without taking a moment to reflect on it.

He’s scrolling through twitter, head resting on Eddie’s lap (who honestly should have stopped him, in Richie’s defense). However, Eddie himself isn’t a twitter person and isn’t paying attention to Richie’s giggles as he amuses himself on twitter, a common occurrence.

After their reunion, Richie took a step back from being in the spotlight. He stayed with Eddie as he recovered and went through his divorce at the same time, something that wasn’t easy. But now, two years after the reunion, Eddie is a divorcee and they are happily together.

About half a year, Richie slowly got back into the spotlights with the tweet: Rumors of my drug addiction have been vastly exaggerated

Later he went on an interview and explained how he got news of the loss of a close childhood friend, with whom he lost contact (Stan). And how another of his old friends got into an accident when they all met up and he has helped during his recovery (Eddie).

Overnight his story about drug abuse and rock bottom turned into one of loss, reaching out, and healing. It was crazy to see how people received him differently and it allowed him to change his stand up. To change views, write his own stuff, present himself differently.

He has been happier with his work and glad he gets to be more open with people without as much of the backlash he would have gotten otherwise. He has been able to shift his content and audience to a place he’s happy with. And with the support of Eddie, being in a happy relationship for the first time in his life, he has been playing with the idea of coming out as mentioned before.

With the new leaf he turned over, he’s become more active on social media, dropping the techno-inept dude for becoming hip with the kids and failing at meme’s in his own way. It was easier to ease back into the scene like that and built up a different audience before he went up on stage again, plus he found he quite enjoys memes.

One of his favorite things to do is to send them to the groups chat and watch no one but Beverly and Ben get them. The other Losers attempting to guess and failing miserably.

His other favorite thing to do, is to comment on the posts of random users that are obviously not meant to see the light of day or posting his own random thoughts on twitter. This is what he is doing on that faithful evening it happens (he would emphasize the it, but bad memories and all that).

He’s looking at funny tweets, commenting where he goes when he sees a post that claims gay people just flirt in the worsts ways. Richie snorts to himself and without think he responds: Uhm, excuse me, if I can get a boyfriend with my ‘your mom’ jokes then I don’t want criticism on my methods

Right as he presses tweet Eddie randomly starts groaning, so Richie locks his phone and frowns in concern. He asks: “Are you okay, Eds?”

“Don’t call me that,” Eddie says, choosing snark first, before saying: “My back is acting up. I’m going to lie down on the floor for a bit.”

“Want me to give you a massage?” Richie asks.

Eddie gives him a look and replies: “Really?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Eduardo,” Richie says. “I meant an actual massage.”

“Oh, yeah, that would be nice actually,” Eddie tells him and Richie forgets all about messing about on twitter in favor of making sure Eddie is comfortable and cared for.

They make it an early night and since Richie doesn’t need to get up early, he leaves his phone near the couch. He snuggles into the bed with his boyfriend and is comfortable, unaware of the shitstorm that is happening on the internet.

The next morning he wakes equally oblivious. Eddie is already out on his run, because he is an insane person, so even weekends aren’t holy to him. 9-5 freak, Richie mentally calls him with a fondness that was unknown to him before Eddie. With that he gets out of bed and starts some coffee and breakfast for the two of them.

It’s not until he’s waiting for Eddie to come back with finished breakfast that he is bored enough to want to catch up on the world.

He finds his phone near the couch and vaguely remembers being on twitter before leaving it there, as he grabs it. His anxiety starts to spike, however, when he sees the thousands of notifications on his phone, trying to remember what his last tweet was. Maybe he accidentally tweeted slur mcslurton and he is getting canceled!

With shaking hands he unlocks the phone. The tweet he posted yesterday is still open on his phone, now with thousands of likes, replies and retweets.

Richie’s heart drops to his stomach.

Uhm, excuse me, if I can get a boyfriend with my ‘your mom’ jokes then I don’t want criticism on my methods

He tweeted that.

He just threw that out in the world.

He wasn’t thinking.

Without his consent his hands start to shake worse and he drops his phone as his breath starts to catch in his throat, the oxygen burning. Tears gather in his eyes and his vision blurs. His knees buckle and he sinks to the ground as he attempts to get his breathing back in check.

That is how Eddie finds him when he comes back, still a little sweaty, but satisfied from his run. He is humming and calls out a greeting to Richie, not yet spotting him.

Richie desperately tries to stop. He doesn’t want to worry his Eds. However, it’s no use. His lungs aren’t cooperating and when he greets back, he sounds out of breath and distressed, which is perfectly matched with mood.

He hears Eddie’s footfalls pause, before they speed up as they get closer to him. Concerned Eddie gasps: “Oh my god, Richie! Are you okay? What happened?”

“I-” Richie starts to answer, to explain, to soothe Eddie’s worries. But the words catch in his throat and he starts to spiral again as he thinks of what happened.

He hates how he is still reacting like this to something he was planning on doing at some point. It’s just that he hasn’t been able to check the reactions and his brain is working overtime to supply him with all the ways this can blow back up into his face. He wants to be queer and comfortable, but he isn’t fully there yet it seems.

Helplessly he gestures to his dropped phone, hoping Eddie can figure it out himself as Richie goes through his breathing exercises.

Eddie knows Richie hates being touched whenever he has a panic attack, so he sits down on the floor close to Richie, letting him know he’s there for him without distressing him more.

As he waits, he picks up the phone to check whatever happened to trigger Richie. Richie is glad that Eddie will be the one to break the news of how it’s going to him, that he doesn’t have to see the hate himself. Even if he does feel a little bad about making Eddie see it and more anxious when Eddie gasps as he sees, before clicking more.

Richie ignores it best he can as he calms himself down, going through all the exercises he and his therapist worked on. Until, he feels well enough to crawl to Eddie and curl up next to him and ask him: “What are they saying?” in a meek voice.

“It’s a mix up between people who think it’s a bit and people who are nice. And some mean people, but those are a lot less,” Eddie tells him. “#UselessGayTozier is trending. Also, you have a lot of missed calls from Steve.”

“Fuckkk, he’s gonna be pissed,” Richie whines, hiding his face in Eddie’s shoulder, being comforted by his smell. Then he can’t help but ask again: “But there is truly not a lot of hate? I’m not, like, getting canceled or something?”

Eddie gives him a comforting smile and says: “No, you’re not being canceled, except by a few who think it’s a bit and you’re taking the shit out of gay people.”

“Rude, I am gay people,” Richie replies, feeling capable of joking now that he got the panic out of his system.

His sweet Eddie snorts at his admittedly shitty joke and says: “You’re an idiot.” Then there is a beat of silence, before Eddie tentatively asks: “How are you doing?”

After a moment of reflection, Richie answers honestly: “A bit tired and anxious, but better. I’ve been hyping myself up to do it, now I did it. That should be a good thing, right?”

“If you’re comfortable with it being out there than that is a good thing,” Eddie agrees. “I’m here for you, whatever you decide. If you want to deny and take it back, you can do that and I’ll still love you. We’re going to be fine.”

It is really comforting to hear it said out loud, even if Richie knew already. He and Eddie both had their own journey to being comfortable with their queerness and being together. So, Eddie would never pressure him to be out, hell, Eddie isn’t out at work.

However, there is more to Richie being out than Eddie being out. He sighs: “I don’t think I can take this back without looking a giant asshole, but thank you, Eds.”

Eddie doesn’t even protest the nickname like he usually does, just holds Richie tight and lets him gather himself. Just the two of them on the floor of their apartment, Eddie sweaty and Richie still sleep rumpled.

Richie leeches all the comfort he can out of Eddie until he feels human again. He’s sure that with enough time, he’ll find this hysterical. Perhaps he can even make a bit out of it for his new show that he’s working on. He lets out a groan at the thought.

“You okay?” Eddie immediately asks and Richie is touched by his concern.

“Yeah,” he smiles, “just realized I’ll have to rewrite a bunch of my show with this information known. I had a whole bit about dating your mom.”

“Fuck you, dude,” Eddie say as he pinches him, but he is also laughing as Richie squeaks and tries to get away from the attack.

“Breakfast is probably cold now,” Richie comments after a moment.

“That’s okay,” Eddie tells him and gets up, pulling Richie up as well, using the moment to check Richie over. God, he truly got so lucky with Eddie as his boyfriend. He never had someone care for him like Eddie does, except his parents, but even that was different.

Eddie cares deeply without making Richie feel incompetent or a chore. He just chose Richie and loves him, thus wants him to be alright. It takes his breath away.

Eddie cares by gently encouraging him when they work out together, by cooking healthy and delicious foods, by being there when the nerves get to him, by holding him when he wants to be held, and by listening to his comedy, giving genuine feedback, yet also compliments and the validation Richie has always craved. And Eddie is the one person who can keep up with Richie the best, both in banter and how his thoughts jump around.

Of course he cares about Eddie as well, but after his mother and then Myra, Richie knows better than to care in an overbearing manner. He’ll do chores, keeping the house clean as Eddie works, cuddle with him on the couch or in bed, help him with chronic pain, but back off if asked. He likes being able to care for Eddie like that, in a way that makes him feel safe.

They just care differently.

Right now, Eddie needs to be assured that Richie is okay and Richie needs to feel like someone will always be in his corner.

After Eddie has ensured Richie is truly as okay as he will be, he gives him a kiss on the nose that has Richie grinning like a loon. He manages to blink out of it and follow Eddie to the breakfast bar where they eat the cold breakfast.

All throughout Richie is distracted, but for once Eddie doesn’t scold him for being on his phone. He checks the damages, trying to gauge the reactions and come up with what to do next. He should definitely call his manager back. Fuck, Steve will have his head. But he’ll also help him with coming up with a statement or something.

Beyond twitter, he also has a bunch of message from people he hasn’t spoken with in forever reaching out now that he’s in the midst of a controversy.

Luckily, all the Losers have also reached out, both private and in the groups chat. It truly warms his heart and he feels so blessed that he has these people back into his life again. They were the pieces that have been missing for so long. The people who were meant to fill the loneliness.

He ignores most people that have reached out, but replies to the Losers, having his confidence boosted by their support. It’s such a nice feeling to know he won’t be alone again.

When breakfast is done, he bites the bullet and calls Steve, his manager. Anxiously clicking the button, not even having a few rings to steel himself as Steve picks up immediately: “What the hell, Rich! You could have at least prepared me for this stunt.”

“It was an accident,” Richie mumbles, feeling a little sheepish about it.

“An- An accident!” Steve exclaims. “How do you always manage to do this?”

“Steve,” Richie sighs, not in the mood to be berated. “I know I fucked up. I can’t take this back. I know, trust me. Lets just talk solutions.”

And Steve must hear something in his voice, because he drops it. Richie can almost picture him rub his forehead tiredly as he says: “Alright. So, it’s not too bad. But you need to say something. People are taking your silence and running with it. You need to confirm or go underground again and have a long while of no comment and I don’t know if you can manage that.”

“I think I need to confirm,” Richie says.

“Good, good, that’s good,” Steve sounds so relieved as he agrees, like he feared Richie would not want to, which would make his life so much harder. It makes Richie snort a little.

The snort lightens the mood a little, which Eddie picks up on. He quirks his brow up from where he’s seated close for moral support. Richie smiles and Eddie smiles back. That smile only hardens Richie’s resolve. So, he asks: “What’s the plan now?”

“We can go through normal media lines, but that gives you less control about it and most get their news from social media anyway,” Steve explains. “So, I think it’s best to get a message out there on twitter. You can do just do a conformation tweet, but you can also go video. Send it to me before posting it, please, Richie.”

“Ahw, don’t you trust me?” Richie pouts, playfully.

“No, I know you, that’s different,” Steve tells him, which is both fair and unfair. Richie has gotten better, but Steve has been there for all his lows and stupid shit.

So, he says: “Alright, I’ll let you check.”

“Good,” Steve nods. “Now, are you okay by yourself to figure this out?”

“Yeah, I have Eds as back up,” Richie assures Steve.

“Alright,” Steve says. “Call me if you’re stuck.”

“I will,” Richie promises, before they both hang up. And Richie is confronted with the silence that means he has to face the reality and do something about it now.

He’s broken out of his stare into a different dimension by Eddie nudging him and softly asking: “Hi, you doing okay?”

Richie looks up and grins, pushing Eddie’s sweaty hair up his forehead and says: “With you smelly presence here, I am fabulous.”

“Oh fuck you, dude,” Eddie replies, both of them knowing he hasn’t showered yet to support Richie emotionally.

“I love you too,” Richie grins, before assuring him: “You can go shower, sweetie-sweaty. I have to pick whether I want to put effort into this or not.”

“Asshole,” Eddie says, but he’s smiling again (not that Richie doesn’t love his little frown) and he goes to shower.

Richie sits down and contemplates. He could make a video. He is known for performances, so video should be his comfort zone. He also wouldn’t be bound to the character limit twitter sets. However, that would mean making a script and getting psycho-analyzed for his body language by randos on the internet. Plus, the idea of having the perform makes him want to vomit.

Text it is! He can just take a screenshot of his notes should it come to that.

Now to think of what to say. He already has decided that he wants to confirm. But should he explain? Should he give backstory? Should he be short yet sweet? Or try and be funny? And he mentioned his boyfriend, how does Eddie see this? Should he say something about that?

He opens the notes app on his phone and stares at it, before he decides to just start trying things and find what feels right. Starting with typing: Yeah, I’m gay lmao

It’s short and funny. It would give everyone the information to end canceling campaigns, but it wouldn't put him in a position to be open and vulnerable. Richie likes it, but the more he stares at it, the more it starts to feel dismissive. He doesn’t want to come across as an asshole, he’s already done that for most of his career.

So, he sighs and deletes the text, before trying again: Surprise, I am gay! No, I didn’t make it up for attention, please ignore it ever happened

That’s a little pathetic and vulnerable, albeit true. He wants people to know, he doesn’t care if they do if he’s quite honest, he just doesn’t want to talk about it ever. Okay, so maybe he’s not yet fully comfortable, but it happened and it’s more that he knows it will always be a topic and people are going to be invasive that bothers him, more than people actually knowing does.

He sighs and deletes it as well, staring at his blinking indicator on screen, before trying a different route: As you’ve all seen, I posted a jokey comment yesterday. It was not my intent to come out, the chance for comedy overtook me and I forgot I wasn’t out yet. But now here I am. Out. Hopefully everyone understands that this is not a topic I wish to comment on more for now, once I do you will all know, because gay jokes will make me unstoppable. For now, I will just confirm and go hibernate like a bear ;p

This is more honest and would be a screenshot of his notes to post. However, it makes him look like an idiot.

Hell, he feels like an idiot. Who the fuck forgets they’re not out? Him, apparently.

Fuck, he just likes talking about Eddie, alright. None of their friends ever let him forget how obnoxious they are now that they’re not both repressing how they’re feelings. They’re just that couple, who constantly talks about and teases the other. It’s a brand. He just saw the opportunity and took it, like he has done his entire life with jokes.

Before he can delete this version too, however, he is distracted by Eddie returning now wet from his shower. He sees Richie on the couch, still in his pajamas and asks: “You doing okay? Found something to post?”

Richie sighs and gestures to his phone as he says: “It all sucks,” before explaining his attempts to Eddie.

Eddie just listens as he explains, nodding along to show that he understands, that he is listening to his words. Richie can’t explain how much he appreciates that. Because, yeah, they’re often lovingly bullying each other, but they know when the other isn’t in a mindset to be teased. And Eddie knows that Richie never had many people willing to listen to him, how relieved he is that Eddie is listening to him, not dismissing him.

Plus, of course, Eddie is part of this conversation. Which Richie acknowledges and also hates about the whole situation. “I also mentioned you, well, not you-you, but a boyfriend, which does not have to be you, but people will speculate. And I don’t know if I should say something about it or not, because it can just encourage some people to pry.”

He cards his hands through his hair and heaves a deep breath, done with speaking and feeling a little empty after.

Next to him, Eddie gives a thoughtful hum. He is still nodding as he thinks, before he says: “Well, I don’t want to be mentioned by name and if looking into me could be discouraged, I would be in favor of that.”

“In favor of that,” Richie repeats. “Are you a senator or something? You don’t have to lobby here, we can make this together. It’s your life too.”

“Thanks,” Eddie gives a lopsided smile, before he exclaims: “But I totally could be a senator. I have the face.”

“Yeah, a generic white guy, who fits into corporate America,” Richie rolls his eyes, but he’s laughing. “They’d eat you up.”

“Hell yeah they would,” Eddie smirks.

There’s a natural pause in the conversation, before Richie says: “So, a note about not looking you up, got it. Let’s start again.” He grabs his phone and mumbles as he types: “Yes, this is my confession, or coming out, or whatever you want to call it. I am gay. However, before I go into my sob story, I want to state that I will not answer any questions about my boyfriend. I gave up a little privacy to become a public figure, he did not. Respect that.” Then he looks up at Eddie and asks him: “What do you think of that?”

“Little dramatic,” Eddie critiques.

“I am dramatic,” Richie guffaws, offended, before dropping the show. “Is it too dramatic?”

“Depends,” Eddie shrugs. “It fits with your personality, but you weren’t ready to come out yet and now you’re talking about telling your sob story? How far do you want to get into it?”

Richie sighs again, he’s been doing that a lot this morning, then tries to follow his own thoughts, made easier by verbalizing them. “I don’t know. I wanted to just post a quick confirmation, but then everyone will ask me about it. If I just throw the story out there and then hide until the latest scandal, then- I mean, I guess I hope they just forget to ask me anything about it.”

“Do you think that will work?” Eddie asks. He doesn’t know much of this lifestyle, tries not to be involved, so his only source is Richie.

“Depends on how interesting they find it,” Richie shrugs. “Right now they smell a scandal. They see ‘Comedian Richie Tozier Mocks LGBTQ Community’ on the covers of their gossip rags and while ‘Comedian Richie Tozier Comes Out as Gay’ is also a story, but its less of scandal than the first. If someone else does something noteworthy it will likely over shine it. But that is only when they don’t decide to pull up all my old work and try to cancel me over it or analyze me about it and try to dig into all the reasons I repressed myself.”

Now it’s Eddie turn to sigh as he wonders out loud: “Are they ever going to let you forget that? I mean, you’ve changed.”

“I know, but I know it was shit. People will always be mad about it,” Richie says. He isn’t proud of the sexist jokes he used to tell, who he hears them quote. He was an asshole and the people who he hurt can bring it up whenever they want in his book. He just hates it when the magazines come after him, trying to condemn him for things he is trying to correct. As if they don’t allow him to grow as a person, as if they have that power over him. It drives him mad.

“I don’t like that they keep reminding you of it,” Eddie still pouts. “You’re a braver person than they’ll ever know. They don’t know what you’ve been through. How much you’ve had to deal with, how much you worked on yourself. Derry sucked and it took all of us years to recover from it. Your stupid mistakes are just on the record.”

It does something with Richie’s heart to see Eddie so protective over him and he can’t help but place a soft kiss on his cheek. The texture of the scar under his lips feels familiar and it makes him all the more grateful that Eddie is alive. That he is here with him.

“What was that for?” Eddie asks, an instinctual smile on his face, making his dimples appear, which Richie loves so much.

Richie’s own face contort into a smile as well as he softly replies: “I just love you.”

Eddie melts besides him and says: “I love you too, you absolute softie.”

“Fuck you, you’re just as bad,” Richie argues with a smile. He likes this ribbing a lot more than the serious conversation from before.

“Am not,” Eddie protests.

“Are too,” Richie shoots back just to be annoying, even sticking out his tongue to go with it.

“I have never done anything soft in my life,” Eddie huffs dramatically.

“Yeah, right, tell that to the roses that got delivered to my dressing room the first time I went back on stage,” Richie says, recalling that memory with a wave of fondness for the man next to him.

“Shut up,” Eddie blushes, not meeting Richie eyes.

“Ahww, Eddie spaghetti, the cutest there is!” Richie exclaims, pinching Eddie’s cheek as he does.

“Stop it,” Eddie says as he swats Richie hand away, but he can’t hide the laughter in his voice as he does.

The action reminds him of their childhood. Of Richie annoying Eddie and Eddie pretending he hated it, while sharing in a blush. How they have been years in the making, even if they forgot each other for a long while.

Eddie has always been part of his life, part of the person he wants to be. Eddie keeps him grounded and makes him feel loved. Makes it feel like all those years of self-hatred, of loneliness, were worth it, because he gets to have this life with Eddie now. And he’d go through what happened a hundred times over if it means this is the outcome.

His past is part of him. It has shaped him, shaped them. He can’t forget that. Derry is intertwined with who they were, who they grew up to be. His reaction to the whole thing won’t make sense without that part of him, he can mention it.

“Where did you go?” Eddie asks, after a few seconds, having noticed that Richie’s thoughts drifted away to a different places.

“Yeah,” Richie smiles reassuringly. “I think I wanna talk a little about Derry in the post. Will you read it after I type it?”

“Of course,” Eddie says without hesitation. “Take your time.”

“Thanks,” Richie says, before setting to work crafting the message he wants to send out into the world. It takes a little time to fine tune it, before letting Eddie check it over and making the last adjustment.

With both of them happy he sends it to Steve to be checked over. He gets a thumbs up back after a few minutes, thus screenshots what he wrote and posts it on twitter. It reads:

Hi, if you’re aware of me enough to read this you have probably seen my latest (albeit hilarious and completely true) reaction to a tweet. It has sparked some controversy because I have never said that I was gay. And that is correct! I forgot I am not out and just saw the opportunity for a joke and took it, because – to put an end the rumors – I am gay. It has taken me a long time to get to the point where I am comfortable enough to joke around with my sexuality like this, since I grew up in a highly homophobic small town. Slurs and bullying have followed me for a long time and I repressed a lot of those feeling for a long time, hiding behind a facade of misogynist straight guy as to not raise suspicion, which I regret. However, I have been able to work through those feelings, helped by support from my friends and my lovely boyfriend. I am very thankful for them and glad I got to grow. I am very happy where I am right now, but coming out was an accident. I will likely not share more about it until I am more comfortable, thank you for understanding. I also ask you all not to pry into the life of my boyfriend. I have chosen to be a public figure, he absolutely has not, so please respect that. That is all I wish to say about the situation now.

He posts it with as caption: Tl;DR: yeah, I’m gay lmao

Once he’s done so, he texts to the groups chat that he’s okay, just turning his phone off for a bit and to text Eddie if they want to reach him, before putting his phone away. A part of him wants to religiously check all the reactions, the other part of him wants to put his fingers into his ears and lalalala his way into forgetting it exists.

Eddie takes him into his arms, saying nothing and just rubbing his back. It allows Richie to let himself be comforted without feeling like he has to do something, give a reaction. He can just exist with a far away stare.

It’s nice to lie like this and he’s glad this didn’t happen on a day when Eddie had to go to work. He honestly doesn’t know what he would do without Eddie.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too,” Eddie replies easily, planting a kiss on his forehead and holding him closer.

When lunch time rolls around Eddie gets Richie snapped out of it a little, not wanting him to disappear too far into his own world. Eddie cooks something nice as Richie scrolls through the messages of the other Losers on Eddie’s phone.

Beverly has shared some of the memes people made about the situation to cheer him up. His favorite is one reading: When the urge to make a gay joke is so big but you’re not out with the image of the bulging veins boy below it.

Meanwhile, Billy has gone through the pits of twitter to find nice encouraging messages from people to Richie, which nearly makes him cry, though he doesn’t say that. Billy himself has also posted words of encouragement on twitter, as did Bev.

Ben isn’t famous like Beverly, Billy and Richie are, but he’s just send encouraging words and offered his wood cottage if he needs to get away from bustling Hollywood, which he might take him up on if this ends in him being stopped in the street every time he goes out.

Mike isn’t famous at all, but that isn’t stopping him from being vocal, though not over text. He has chosen to pick fights with random people online, who are shitheads. Richie and Eddie are kept up to date about his shenanigans in the group chat.

At some point Richie sends Mike a text that it’s very sweet, but he doesn’t have to do that, because that might get hatred redirected at Mike.

To that Mike responds: Man, I have pulled you out of your life towards Derry and there you saved my life, of course I’m going to protect you from these assholes. Besides, they’re nothing against It and they have nothing on me. I’m out here exploring the world, they have to find me first if they want to come fight me.

It makes Richie again feel so lucky with his friends. They have all decided that Mike gave up enough, so they all sponsor him, so he can go see the world, yet Mike doesn’t let the time he was trapped in Derry make him bitter. He still loves them and this is how he shows it.

Somehow he is reminded of the time they were both stuck in the vision, back when they fought It as kids when they came together in the clubhouse to do the smoke ritual. Back then it was the two of them as well and they kept each other safe. In a way, they’re still living the echoes of then.

By the time lunch is over #protectiveboyMike is on the trending page right next to #UselessGayTozier.

A lot of people think Mike is the boyfriend. Mike denies it with the statement: I’m not, but what if I was? That a problem?, which only invites more reactions.

The whole thing makes Richie feel much better about himself. Just three years ago, he would have lost his mind at the idea of being out, of being comfortable with what has always floated beneath the surface. And he never would have believed he has the support system that he does. Yet, here they are. His friends. He feels like a very lucky man.

Eddie kisses his cheek, snapping him out of his musings. He says: “Had enough scrolling for today?”

“Yeah,” Richie says, feeling a lot better about himself.

~~

A/N:

Do y’all ever really panic and then ur like, done. Like, you can’t be bothered anymore, because you got all the panic out and now you feel a bit like a drama queen.

[gryffindorkus]

I just finished my 4th fic bind and I'm finally feeling proud enough of a bind to post it!

It's for the fic 'the years go by like days' by georgiestauffenberg. It's for the ship reddie (Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak) from It! This fic is my reddie canon and if you haven't read it but ship those two I HIGHLY recommend checking it out.

Anyway, into the bind.

I learned a lot with my first three binds and I applied those months of trial and error to this one. The parts I'm proud of are:

A paper cover! For the other 3 I did pretty simple cardstock covers but I wanted to try out making a paper cover for the fic this time, that way I could go a little more crazy with the design. I think it turned out super well! I'm definitely going to be doing this again for some of my fics in the future!!

The 3 sections the fic is split into (Derry, Los Angeles, and New York) all have their own full page illustrations to separate the sections

A fake price tag that is actually a QR code to the fic on Ao3

FINALLY FIGURED OUT MY PREFERRED TEXT SIZE! I've always liked fics with slightly larger text and this time I think I got it perfectly and my margins are good (I really struggled with margins for my first ones)

The things I didn't like slash messed up on and will remember to do differently next time are:

The cover is a few millimeters too small (which you can clearly see in the pictures). Next time I'm going to make the design bleed out quite a bit so I can cut it to the exact right dimensions once it's printed.

The text on the spine of the cover is a little too close to the top and needed a bit more space, it looks a bit crowded how it is.

((thankfully these are both things I could easily fix by just editing the sleeve and printing it again))

So all in all I'm sooooo proud of this bind and really amazed at the improvement between this one and my first fic bind, especially because I've only been binding fics for a few months. I have one other fic I'm already in the middle of binding and I'm trying another technique (going super traditional with this one), so I can't wait to see how it turns out!

[mortisinferno]

Meet The Mortician

[TF2.5]

The man in frame stops what he was working on- hunched slightly over an embalming table with what looks like a weasel. Is... why are there bat wings and a finger in that tray there-? "Hello? What is- oh. Alright then. Is this a coms thing or-"

"No, it's a computer. You're a smart man, you know what a computer is."

He rolls his eyes and turns away from the table. "Yes, I know I know- It's hard to tell sometimes with all this absurd technology you have here- I mean a building that heals because you're standing near it?"

"It's all very strange, we understand that Mr. Alighieri. Please just offer some basic information about yourself and we can get back to our respective jobs here."

"You've done part of it for me."

"I have."

"...can that be it?"

"It cannot."

The Mortician sighs. As he speaks, the video has interrupting splicings, "I don't imagine they all need to know my full name, so that will be all of that if it's all the same to ya. I'm a Scotsman in my 40s, I specialise in death preparations (there is a cut to a hearse with a European license plate being driven poorly down a long road and the sound of a siren in the distance) though that does come with some anatomical know-how. So. I am operating as a sort of medic, but not to worry. Any experiments I do will be on persons long deceased- usually (a clip of a shelf of wet specimens and a mounted eel blinks once at the viewer). I am very good at what I do, but there are times when it's just very hard to say for sure-"

"I don't think Mr. Reddy would agree with that-"

"Accidents happen! I've patched him up for it, haven't I?"

"...more or less."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"You seem awfully curious about my role here, sounds a bit like ya wouldn't mind seeing it first-hand?"

"No, why would I-"

[Video Cuts]

He's fine, don't worry about it 8:^)

Thought I'd throw my own TF2 create-a-class out there.

Mortician and mun are over 18, but this blog wont get into any risque territory. Mortician isn't particularly interested in all of that anyway.

This blog will contain medical, funerary elements, gore, taxidermy, and really stupid but inoffensive boomer memes from time to time, so please be wary of that if those things make you uncomfortable or squeamish. These topics will be tagged normally alongside the gimmick sorting tags below.

Other tags to decipher:

#from the morgue -> funerary/mortuary/medical

#rogue taxidermy -> taxidermy (wet/dry specimens, pinning, etc)

#canis -> dog posting lol

#Abel -> anything that correlates more towards his BLU counterpart

Voice Claim: Matt Johnston of The Narcissist Cookbook

[khiphop-discussions]

RAP:PUBLIC Ep.5 Part 3 Thoughts

Final part of ep.5! Spoilers ahead as usual

Here's part 2 & Part 1

So I'm picking back up right as Block 3 changes their leader to Reddy.

Block 4 changes from Boi B to Punchnello.

Block 8 changed it to Hippie Kunda. She or Drain K should have had it from the beginning. Gamma's goal was to save himself as he knew he was in danger. They were nice to give it to him. I hope Gamma shows us some more of himself. He hasn't done too well so far.

Why is Block 5 panicking so bad? They are a solid team even with 4 people? It seems way too early to panic. Wouldn't the "less popular" people on other teams want to join a smaller team later on? Too many people on one team makes it easier for you to be seen as less important.

Wait, isn't block 5 splitting up akin to them just abdicating the block 5 leadership immunity? Couldn't some random ass person just proclaim themselves as Block 5 and thus become leader? Then no matter how bad they do in any mission they can't be eliminated due to having leader immunity?

Nah, I think the protocol has to be that the leader brings them to the team and then all members have to vote to change them into the leader. It doesn't work based on the rules but it was a fun hypothetical lol

Anyway, back to the point, I don't think it's a good idea to just leave the leader immunity on the table. It's a waste of the immunity.

To me, it doesn't make sense for them to split up if they want to be a team so bad. JUST BE A TEAM IF YOU WANT TO BE A TEAM! There's no guarantee that you'll be able to come back together later.

OH THANK GOD! They shut down the recruitment period before any of them could change teams! I think the game actually saved them from themselves! Lol

Kaogaii is annoying but so funny at the same time.

Block Tournament is the next mission

[surpresses comments about shyboiitobii to avoid annoying y'all lol. I'll do a separate post]

I don't fully understand the rules but I'm not rewinding. I'll just go in semi-blind lol

It turns out this is a 4v4 round so block 5 will have members that have to perform twice.

They are the smallest block so they get to decide all the matches. See? They always givebthe disadvantaged teams some type of benefit to shake things up.

Khundi is so petty lol

Anyway round 1: Block 6 vs Block 7

Block 5 vs Block 8

So Block 2 vs Block 3

Block 1 vs Block 4

4v1 goes first. Boi B, Since, Punchnello, and Sky Minhyuk go first vs Damini, Jeffrey White, Jtong, and Zene the Zilla.

Block 4 performance is fun and energetic. Damn, Sky Minhyuk got so good!

Block 1 next. It's like 30 seconds in but I think Block 4 is better. They came with stronger performance and skills out the gate. Damini is better too. Her coice isn't as scratchy as on smtm11.

Cocona coming down to dance with Damini. Since had to make her ass sit down lol she was doing too much.

It was good but Block 4 was better for me.

Oh shit! I TOTALLY forgot Jo Gwangil was here.

Block 1 won with 3 more votes? I disagree but whatever.

Next 2 vs 3 so we'll start ep.6 with that!

But for now, the Titanic episode is over! (Episode 7 is just as long though. We can worry about that later lol)

[baldy-wan-kenobi]

Okay people, here we go:

Baldy's Book Club

Episode 1: "Into the Storm"

By Taylor Anderson, Book 1 of the Destroyermen series.

Okay, so, on the recommendation of my most esteemed mutual @frogblast-the-ventcore , I have been coerced to read the Destroyermen series, and post my thoughts about them as I do.

So, for part 1, here we go. I'm going to assume those of you reading have read the book, cause if you haven't, you should be going to buy it, right now. I mean it.

First and foremost, this book was written by a ww2 nerd, for ww2 nerds, and by god does it show. Taylor Anderson is a professor of history, and it shines through in every part of the book. From the technical details of the USS Walker, to the shortcomings of the Mk. 14 torpedo, to the attitudes, lives, and habits (both good and bad) of a 1942 Asiatic fleet destroyerman. Speaking of which, call me Dean Kamen, cause that's a perfect segway to talk about

The Characters

To begin with, do not expect a normal person's assessment of these characters. Expect a Normal™ person's view of them.

First: Captain Matthew Reddy. Oh my lord this man. He's an absolute mess, knows it, and yet cannot let that show, because, well he's stranded in an alternate universe with humanoid lemurs and sapient velociraptors. In my head, he's got total divorced dad energy going on, 30-something going on 50 because of stress, greying at the temples but still hot in a DILF kind of way, not overly muscular, and with one hell of a voice. (I'll admit the audio book colored my perception, but it's a fantastic audio book so I don't care.)

Next, Chack-Sab-At, the biggest and most baddass guyfailure to ever live. "Oh, I'm a pacifist" then the very second that an enemy without moral repercussions comes along he's all "I love violence and killing and murder and death and injuring people and blood and biting and cutting and-" like, seriously, dude says he's a pacifist before turning around and becoming Furry Doomguy.

Next, Dennis Silva, he-who-was-told-not-to-fuck-the-monkey-cats-but-did-it-anyway. Moving on,

There's literally more I love about the characters than I want to sit here and type out, so I'm going to cut it short, but Oh My God these characters are A+.

Next, I just want to touch on something these books made me feel. A lot of times, as an USAmerican with an actual brain, I can get bogged down in the fucked-up shit my country has done and feel like I can't celebrate what makes the US cool without making it sound like I'm excusing all the bad stuff, but this book kinda made me stop for a minute and go "man, the US is kinda fucking rad, when you think about it." Because, you know what? It is. Yeah, we've done fucked up shit, but we've also done some pretty awesome stuff. For every My Lai Massacre, there's a moon landing. For every Trail of Tears, there's a Berlin Airlift. Sometimes, it's okay to take a moment and just go "Fuck yeah, guys. Were pretty cool." Because this book really makes you feel that, at least it did to me, but I'll get off my red, white and blue high horse and keep going.

Alright, now we come to the part that I need to get out...

THE BRITISH EAST INDIA COMPANY

Literally everywhere in my life, I am haunted and stalked by the specter of a long-dead megacorporation. In every piece of media, in every topic I research, no matter what, they're there. As the Frogman quoted from me in a meme a while back "I'm being haunted by the ghost of English imperialism". What the fuck? Anyway, if you wanna chat about the book, please do, because I am at terminal levels of Fandom.

Anyway, if you want to read along for the next Baldy's Book Club, we'll be reading Crusade, the next book in the Destroyermen series.

(P.S. Frogman, I know this review isn't very good, but my brain is soup rn so this is whatchu get.

[watchoutforthefanfics]

hey, new follower here, can you recommend some reddie fanfiction? :) thank youuu

Hi, thank you so much for following <333.

I totally got you :))).

So I literally just went through my bookmarks on AO3 (they are going to be AO3 links).

Here we go:

all love ever does (begin again) by agustplz

[Post It Chapter Two]

It only takes three rings for Richie to pick up the phone. This is pretty standard for Richie. He’d told Eddie once that the first time his phone rings, he usually has to find it somewhere in the room. The second time it rings is when Richie sees the Caller ID, and if he picks up on the third ring, that means Richie likes whoever is at the other end. He’d found that infuriating when Richie first told him, and vividly remembers how he’d bitched about missing important opportunities if he was answering phone calls based on his mood. Right now, however, knowing that Richie is answering the phone because he wants to talk to Eddie brings nothing but total relief.

or: a moment of insecurity, a phone call, and a revelation

I don't need a plan if I've got your hand by iittaliia

[Teenagers]

”Okay, here goes”, Eddie says, takes a final deep breath before looking at Richie straight on and saying ”Richie, I’m gay.”

Richie feels his eyes widen and his breath get caught in his throat, while his heart misses a beat and million butterflies take flight in his stomach.

”You’re… gay?” he asks, like a fucking dumbass.

Or, Richie doesn't know what's the appropriate way to receive and share news.

one touch (but you felt enough) by zach_stone

[Post It Chapter Two]

“Should we do something for Valentine’s Day?”

Eddie’s been wanting to ask for weeks now, the thought simmering as the holiday drew closer, but he had planned to work it in a bit more smoothly than just blurting it out mid-Facetime call.

Or, Eddie and Richie have been dating for two months. Eddie wants to make their first Valentine's together perfect.

A Light Shove by Bewitching Notes

[Modern College!AU]

Eddie let out a huff of irritation when the man ignored him for the third time. "Would you move, you asshole!?" He shouted probably louder than he should've in the library, and practically shoved the guy aside with his hip.

The man stumbled and looked at Eddie with wide eyes full of alarm, mouth agape in shock, as if Eddie hadn't asked him to move at least three times in the last minute.

Eddie opened his mouth to yell at him again, only to pause when he saw the hearing aids resting in the man's ears.

Ah, shit.

OR: Eddie just wanted to grab some reference books for his class, and deaf Richie Tozier just happened to be standing exactly in front of the books he needed.

In Eddie's defense, he wouldn't have yelled or shoved the guy if he'd known he was deaf.

Honest.

Subpoenaed by Padmedala

[Post It Chapter Two]

“So,” Eddie starts. “Myra’s lawyers are probably going to subpoena you.”

“What? Why?”

Eddie is quiet for another long moment, then he blurts out. “They think we’re having an affair.”

Richie forces out a laugh. “Why would they think that?”

(In which the Losers' Club has to convince a divorce lawyer that Richie and Eddie aren't having an affair, which is a little difficult because they are in love with each other.)

But I Finally Made My Way Home by cortexikid

[Post It Chapter Two]

“Oh Richard really, I wasn’t born yesterday. You and Eddie are hardly subtle. You never were.”

Richie blinked at his mom.

“What?”

Maggie rolled her eyes.

"There’s no need to hide it from me, sweetheart. I’ve known you two would end up together since you were ten years old. You can tell me."

His heart leaped into his throat.

“Tell you...what?”

“That you’re dating.”

Richie short-circuited.

“Ma, me and Eddie are not dating.”

could it be you by eddiespaghetti

[Post It Chapter Two]

“I hate you so much,” Eddie mumbles, turning onto his back with his eyes squeezed shut.

“Well I sure hope not, Eds, because that would make this wedding we’ve got today real awkward.”

Richie and Eddie get married.

Coffee Shop Mix-Up by Hakoneecchi

[Modern College!AU]

Eddie pulls an all-nighter and is rudely awakened by his best friend, Beverly to get coffee. What follows is a mix up and attempts at getting free drinks. Maybe even a date along the way. Clearly nothing Eddie ever expected to happen on a Monday morning.

Or, Eddie is half asleep and holds hands with two strangers for a coffee fix and ends up getting himself a date.

diners, drive-ins, and dives by anemicaxolotl

[Post It Chapter Two]

Trashmouth: did u know ur only like 40 min from the sopranos diner

Spaghetti Man: Hi did you know you’re about ten years too late to find that cool?

Or: Richie takes Eddie to all the best diners, drive-ins, and dives he knows. It turns out it's surprisingly easy to share confessions in these kinds of places.

I see you in a different way by seeingrightly

[Post It Chapter Two]

“What do they tell you?” Eddie asks, his voice rising in pitch and volume, his eyebrows rising, too, like he’s offended.

Richie aches with how that makes him feel. He hopes it isn’t showing on his face, although… it might not matter anymore. Maybe it could be okay if it did.

“All kinds of shit,” Richie says. “Some of it is just the normal stuff you say to break up with someone you weren’t really dating in the first place. Like, you know, ‘This has been fun!’”

Richie affects the least honest tone he can manage, pasting on a fake smile.

“You’re fun,” Eddie says, crossing his arms.

And I do have a considerable amount I've written, if you want to check it out. No pressure though!!!

[antisociallilbrat]

We're Not In Hawkins Anymore

So there was a reason why I had the 'Who would win in a fight' poll with Vecna and It- It won by the way. And the reason is because I have this mega It and St crossover that I've been thinking about for a while.

So in this Au, there's a time jump of five years after season four. There's been a war in Hawkins and St crew have been fighting Vecna during this. The only thing they've accomplished though is that Henry's control, his destruction, has been contained to Hawkins.

That is until Henry almost kills Will, but after almost he does, he gives El one last chance to join him. In exchange he would leave her friends and family alone. She takes his offer, feeling as if she is too weak to beat him.

El joins him, against everyone's wishes, feeling like this is the only way to keep everyone safe. El and Henry set out on the country, opening gates and releasing monsters from the Upside Down. Henry either kills everyone or 'flays' them into being mindless zombies for him, building his empire.

Edit: There's more under the cut, holy shit I have a problem with long text posts.

Everything is going according to his plan. The military is no match against him and whole cities, states, fall under his control. Then he gets to Derry. The place were It was supposed to be in It's long rest.

It woke up when It felt Vecna trying to invade Derry, and Vecna, sensing It, sensing the Deadlights, made him stop in his tracks. More out of curiosity then fear.

But you see It kinda has a problem with Henry killing everyone or flaying them. Don't get me wrong, It is a completely evil being but It is an evil being who needs to consume people to survive. In a word, It has a problem with Vecna killing It's livestock.

It and Vecna are kinda at war with each other but it's a little bit more complicated than that. This fic would have a lot of chapters from their perspectives. Really delve into what Henry would think of a being like the Deadlights and what It would think of essentially a human with so much power.

Anyways, Derry ends up not being affected by Vecna's reign of terror, at least not yet, and here comes the Loser's Club. They know It is awake and they know it's because of what's going on outside of Derry. Kinda got some moral dilemmas going on in the group because of this. Derry is safe but it's because of It's doing and there's the fact they find out they didn't kill It in the first battle. Also Bev's aunt moved back to Derry after everything started happening.

Back to the Hawkins crew, they find out that for some reason Vecna hasn't been able to invade this small town in the middle of nowhere Maine. Maybe El finds a way to get a message to them. She doesn't know why Henry hasn't invaded and she doesn't know why he keeps spending so much time at the border of Derry but she thinks the answer to kill Vecna is there. She doesn't know it's a trillions of years old space alien that eats children that keeps Vecna at bay.

The St crew sets out for Derry. They run into the Losers Club, who tells them about It. More chaos ensues.

This fic would include things like psychic mind battles between fearsome monsters, blind Max recovering from season four, Vecna terrifying the shit out of Stan, Mike W and Richie fighting, and ships!

The It ships would be Reddie, Stenbrough, and Benvery, and then for St it would be Mileven (in the beginning) and Lumax, those would eventually turn into Byler and Elumax. And Dustin H and Mike H.

For the people that know my blog, Yes I know these are the popular ships, and while I love niche ships, for this fic I would try to keep relatively in canon (as much as a crossover can be in canon) and these ships are either canon or the most likely to be canon if the writers weren't cowards.

I just have so many thoughts on this crossover and maybe I will write it one day. The reason I’m posting this now is because honestly I just want to talk about it. The idea has been in my head for a while.

[cowboylikeekatie]

okay i know i’m only supposed to post these once a day but here’s reddie lyrics part 6!!! red tv version!!! another very reddie coded album!

“find myself at your door, just like all those times before, i’m not sure how i got there, all roads, they lead me here” - the last time (eddie pov but richie’s pov works too)

ALL OF EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED but more specifically “all i know is we said hello, and your eyes look like comin' home all I know is a simple name, and everything has changed, all I know is you held the door, you'll be mine and I'll be yours, all I know since yesterday ,as everything has changed” (eddie’s pov, but both work)

“he said, ‘look at you worrying too much about things you can’t change, you’ll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way’, he was trying to skip rocks on the ocean saying to me, ‘don’t you see the starlight’” -starlight (eddie’s pov)

all of stay stay stay but more specifically “i threw my phone across the room, at you, i was expecting some dramatic turn away, but you, stayed. this morning i said we should talk about it, because i read you should never leave a fight unresolved, that’s when you came in wearing a football helmet, and said ‘okay let’s talk’” - stay stay stay (eddie’s pov) (and like omg the football helmet joke is so richie??? he would SO do that??)

“and i wish i could run to you, and i hope that you know that every time i don’t, i almost do” - i almost do (richie’s pov)

“i’m walking fast through the traffic lights, busy streets and busy lights, and all we know, is touch and go” - state of grace (EDDIES POV!!!)

“you come around and the armor falls, pierce the room like a cannonball” - state of grace (HEAVY EDDIES POV!!!!!!!!!!)

(can u tell i love state of grace for them)

“photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red, you used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin sized bed, and your mothers telling stories about you on the tee ball team” - all too well 10 minute version (eddie’s pov)

“i’ve been spending the last 8 months thinking all love ever does is break, and burn, and end, but on a wednesday, in a cafe, i watched it begin again” - begin again (eddie’s pov!!)

“before you i had only dated self indulgent takers, who took all of their problems out on me” - stay stay stay (eddie’s pov)

[im-getting-help]

Let me tell youuu! It not only haunted me, I think it saved my fucking life.

In 2020 I came back to fandom spaces thanks to the It movies.

It started in twitter. I was lurking, looking for memes, and I found one of those screenshot fics accounts and began reading Turtle Creek. (that format was insane! I kinda miss it tho).

Eventually, ended up in ao3. The same person who was writing some of the twitter accounts wrote some fics there.

I kept reading through twitter cause, again, that format of screenshot stories was addictive and I found a very interesting fic.

This fic was a short story that was all text messages until the last chapter. In this, Eddie texts a wrong number and it turns out to be Richie, but obviously they don't know. They keep texting and I'm not going to spoil cause when I tell you this one is GOOD I'm not lying.

That fic becames one of my absolute favorites. I love that fic with my heart.

When covid restrictions stopped in my country, (around 2021) I said goodbye to It and went back to normal boring life.

You see, for the longest time I lived like a closeted fan. I'm not sure what made me so reluctant to be active in fandom but I just couldn't. I didn't want to be a fan and I was afraid to interact with communities. I didn't like, shared or comment anything. I was like a ghost, I read, y watched and I left. My close friends knew what I liked and once in a while I talked about how much I loved the It movies, but specifically online I didn't want anything to do with fandom. So, when covid stopped I thought the logical thing to do was to just go back to living "normal life".

I started uni and time passed. Then, around march of 2023 I was looking for something in the IG stories archive and found a story I made with a Pennywise filter and thought "Aw! the It fandom! Nice ❤".

A week later I can't stop thinking about It. I'm in class and I remember a meme i've seen in twitter 3 years ago and I start laughing. I find an old drive file filled with It memes I download in 2020. I go to twitter to see if I can find Turtle Creek and it's gone. I don't remember any of the user names of the people who wrote those other fics i read at the time. I never followed anyone and I never interacted with anyone, I don't remember fics names or accounts. I only have some memes and art, some from artists that they don't even have accounts anymore.

The thing is, I was entering depression again at that time. Just like in 2020, the It fandom was holding my hand and telling me "Hey! here is something lovely for you to enjoy today, life isn't horrible!" so, I relented. I came back to tumblr, I opened an account on ao3 and started looking for new fics. For some reason I thought all the fics I read on twitter were lost forever (so dramatic lol).

Months passed and istg if it wasn't for It fics I'm sure I would've dropped out of uni. I was so fucking depressed, the only thing that motivated me was reading a new one shot or next chapter and I used it as a reward to study. I used it as a reward to get out of bed sometimes. When I was really depressed I thought 'I want to know what happens in the next chapter' 'I want to read one more fic by x author', 'maybe x abandoned fic finally gets an update'.

Around september I was scrolling through the reddie tag and I find this fic, 'Wrong Number' by Blissymbolics (amazing writer!!) that sounds really interesting. Is a story in which Eddie texts a stranger by accident and it turns out to be Richie... guys... I cried re-reading that fic. It felt like finding an old friend on a crowded street and giving them a big hug. I was in a call with friend like "DUDE I FOUND IT!! I FOUND THAT AWESOME FIC I READ ON TWITTER!"

After that I think something clicked, I was like, yeah I love this place, I want to be part of the communities, I want to interact and leave comments, the writers deserve to know how much I love their works, how they make my day better every time they post.

So yeah, it haunted me, and it saved me. I honestly think it literally saved me.

has anyone else ever had a fanfic that just… haunts them? like it’s been months and maybe even years since you read it, but it just lingers with you and you can never truly leave behind the imprint it made on you? and maybe it’s just a single line, one sentence that you can’t shake off, that takes up residence in your mind and stays there, feeding into your psyche and subtly influencing your brainspace and maybe even your writing or other works?

[ednaeflowers]

the pair had been walking around the furniture store for a little over two hours at this point. unyet, kratos was no closer to having a definitive idea on what or how edna would like her room to be than when they begun. still, he knew how hard it could be to adjust to a new unfamiliar place, he knew it all too well and was determined to make this process as easy as he could ( as easy as one can given the circumstances ): however, something finally peaked her attention. absentmindedly they had walked past the children’s ( see: younger age bracket than she ): section and a faux bedroom was set up with various normin motifs scattered about: from the bedding, rug, lamp shade, decorative plushies, and decals on the drawers. the way edna’s eyes had briefly lit up ( more than he had ever seen from the grief-stricken young girl ): was more than enough confirmation that he needed. kratos flags down a sales associate who seems all too happy to see his post-work ensemble ( an attire that just exudes money ): before turning his attention back to edna.

❝ i take it you are quite fond of the mascot, normin? ❞ though kratos did not have to guess, in his mind budget was something he rarely needed, if ever, put thought into when it came to those nearest and dearest to him or in edna’s case, those who would become so—or rather, had swiftly become so. ❝ if it brings you joy, you can get whichever you’d like. just tell this nice women here. ❞ what was a better meal ticket than a money-rich father to his makeshift daughter who had a black card and a checkbook that knew no limits? an employee that lived on commissions dream.

two hours in this place. two. edna's ready to surrender looking for anything at this point. she is only here because of reddy persuading her that her new bedroom should be decorated however way she likes, and being someone who enjoys decorating, she goes with him to the furniture store he picked. she's in high school, and yet, she's here in the furniture store with reddy on a quiet saturday. mundanity isn't unfamiliar to her, but edna thinks there's something short of surreal shopping with someone to whom she owes her life. the situation makes her feel pathetic: all her life, she has spent under a belief that nothing would break her two-people family, ever—but ... but life's never easy like that. being introduced to new people in her life, a new lifestyle, new relationships, the uncertainty of how she should react looms above her, like a rain cloud that never really leaves. emotional bonds tire her; losing onii-chan was enough, but reddy still accepts her all the same, and so, while she is unsure if this is out of some sense of obligation or a sense of ... whatever, edna figures she ought to do her part as a daughter and actually find something for reddy to buy for her. fathers and daughters do that together, right? ( what is a father, really? ) 

it is only when something orange appears in her peripheral vision does she finally show some positive reception to their rather unfruitful search. normins! normins everywhere in this aisle! she is already eyeing virtually everything, wondering which ones will look the best in her bedroom, though, she blinks at reddy's question. 

suddenly, edna remembers where she is, who she's accompanying, and what she's even looking at—and at the same speed, she is now grimacing, averting her eyes, and scolding herself. being with her brother for so long, edna's used to showing him all her little interests and likes and dislikes without filter. after much trial and error for himin the beginning, onii-chan came to know what sorts of things she'd like and got them for her accordingly. reddy, though. reddy knows nothing. edna shifts to defense upon remembrance that it's not reddy who knows that she likes normins because of onii-chan buying her that plushie; that it's not reddy who bought her a normin for her umbrella that's also her lucky charm; that it's not reddy who spent hours looking for a specific normin figurine for her when he accidentally broke her old one.  

still: reddy is her father now. still, he is with her, willing to sacrifice his time and day to shop with her for over two hours. still, he'll be with her to drive them home, and anna and lloyd will be there to greet them before they eat dinner together. he'll still be her father tomorrow, and the day after, and the weeks after, and the years. they're barely on their first week.

she reluctantly gestures to the plushies, the bedding and sheets, the decals, and also the last-minute addition of the lamp shade that also catches her eyes. ❛  yeah, whatever. those would be fine...  ❜ she is already averting her eyes. it was bad enough that onii-chan found it a little funny, she doesn't need reddy to torment her either. ❛  i'm waiting outside. meet me there,  ❜ she grumbles at him, already dragging herself to the entrance because she also learns that clerk ladies are not to be trusted either from the way the one at the front counter was smiling at them just now. she wants to tell that lady that this is not an ideal representation of a normal father-daughter relationship because it certainly isn't. no. she's totally not calling him that. never, never—

never, she vows.  

[tomsgreg]

I posted 13,041 times in 2022

That's 11,901 more posts than 2021!

443 posts created (3%)

12,598 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@taylorlive

@almayver

@reddie-trashetti

@transfivehargreeves

@only1600kids

I tagged 1,457 of my posts in 2022

#sam rants - 275 posts

#was heterophobickenobi - 168 posts

#umbrella academy spoilers - 76 posts

#craig manning - 68 posts

#degrassi - 65 posts

#degrassi the next generation - 53 posts

#degrassi tng - 45 posts

#sam asks - 27 posts

#scrubs - 24 posts

#the umbrella academy - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#to ‘idk i just don’t feel like a real person. like i don’t have a right to my feelings’ ‘you shouldn’t have to feel that way. if you need

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I really hope I articulate this thought right because it’s been occupying my head since 7 this morning. Okay so we all know about the screen cap of five in his fresh new fit, right? I was thinking about how even if he’s doing some kind of recon, the change of clothes themselves isn’t THAT important plot wise. Five changing his clothes is more his own development. Finding himself outside of the trauma from being a child soldier/lone survivor/assassin. Then I remembered how people have been saying his sunglasses reminded them of Klaus’s and then I realized. The rest of his outfit is a flannel, cargo pants, and combat boots. It’s almost as if he was rummaging through his siblings’ hand me downs to be honest (esp the flannel from Viktor). Here’s the part that’s had me foaming at the mouth: He could be, consciously or not, emulating his siblings through his clothing choices because even if he doesn’t know who he is, Five knows he’d kill and die for his family, so when he’s finding himself he’s tying himself to this one thing he DOES know about himself, his love for his brothers and sister.

590 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

#4

I love calling “straight” characters bisexual. Who’s gonna stop me? Certainly not them. They’re bisexual.

655 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

#3

Diego trying to get Stan to leave the hotel:

1,003 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#2

If I were a writer for The Umbrella Academy, I’d include a scene where Luther keeps messing up tying his shoes while Five is in the same room doing some crazy complex math and when Five pauses to think of the answer Luther chimes in with it before Five has a chance to reach the answer himself. Then Luther fixes his shoes and he walks out of the room leaving Five and the audience to remember how SMART Luther is. Luther is high intelligence with little to no common sense. He’s a himbo but he’s not Stupid. In this essay I will-

1,082 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Okay but how funny would it be if all the other Umbrellas turned out perfectly normal in this timeline but Five is still absolutely unhinged except now he has no reason to be. He’s just a lil crazy. Definitely bit people as a child vibes.

3,886 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

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[eddiediazes]

fanfic ask game!

i was tagged by uhhh kasmdf SEVERAL people my apologies i’ve been juggling some things but most recently i was tagged by @hetrez @henswilsons and @rewritetheending​ i am blowing kisses to u all, thank you much

What is your total posted word count on AO3?

okay so on my foxwatson account it’s 752,836 which is already a lot but uh. kasdf if you include my other old secret account it’s 808,708 which is truly like uh. boy that’s a lot!!!! to be fair i’ve been posting on ao3 for over 10 years now but that’s still pretty fuckin wild.

How often do you write?

when i’m feeling good i aim for every day, and usually manage at least three days a week. every once in a while i get in a really bad funk and don’t write for a couple months - usually when i’m in between interests and can’t get motivated to work on my original stuff

Do you have a routine for writing?

lately i’ve been doing a lot of writing at work, honestly uh. i think generally when the thoughts hit me i just try to get seated somewhere comfortable and open up google docs. sometimes i make a playlist or put on background music but sometimes i’m okay without it, too.

What’s your favourite tropes/pairing?

ohhh tropes. man there’s so many i truly love. i gotta say i’m very like. friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, that’s like klasdf almost a requirement for me to be interested. i love a slow burn, i love a mutual pining situation, i love a good old fashioned miscommunication. in terms of other favorites - i love fake dating and fake marriage or marriage of convenience stuff, i have a weakness for soulmate aus, and i think identity porn is both wonderful and underrated.

for pairings - obviously right now i live and breathe buck and eddie but kmsfad reddie will never be far from my heart, and stucky is probably my favorite pairing i’ve never actually finished a fic for. i have like klamsdf an annual unscheduled stucky spiral where i just binge a bunch of fic and tap at my two little unfinished stucky fics but then something always distracts me.

Do you have a favourite fic of yours?

augghhh um. if it’s my favorite buddie fic, that’s probably get out of my head? i think? klsdfa no offense to romance novelist eddie, i think i just finished it too recently, i still struggle with going back to read it. of my fics in general, i think it’s still actually the fic i wrote for my own private idaho, the path that we chose. that’s one of my favorite things i’ve ever written.

Your fic with the most kudos?

FAR and away, that continues to be the most popular reddie fic i ever wrote, hoping to be found, which was lkamds for some time sort of my magnum opus. shoutout to my fellow reddies.

Anything you don’t like about your writing?

i use too many em dashes asdAKLSDFMA no uh. sometimes i’m worried that my descriptions are too mechanical? i’m not a very poetic writer, i’m more kind of. practical and sometimes i get lucky with a turn of phrase, and sometimes i get frustrated with that.

Now something you do like?

i loooooove my dialogue like. it’s taken me a long time to be able to say that but i work so hard on my dialogue, i spend ages rereading it and reading it out loud and finessing it and i’m so picky about it and so. i feel like i deserve to be proud of it :) i also think i’m pretty good at characterization and pacing, also from a lot of hard work and practice.

i think the only people i know who haven’t done this yet are @colonoscopys and @fallingthorns ? but i could be wrong sorry if so klasdf if you haven’t done this yet and wanna be tagged please just let me know!!!

[tammythompson-singslikea-muppet]

Reconciliation (Stan Uris x reader x Richie Tozier, Reddie)

I'm finally back! It's probably been a year since I posted Betrayal and shit has really hit the fan since then, but here I am a year later with part 2!

Here is a link to part 1

Warning: swearing

Aged up: 18/19

You tried to catch up with Stan as he power-walked out of the house. He stopped short when he realized his car wasn't there. "Stan" You catch his attention and he turns around. His chest rising and falling at a quick pace, "You heard everything in there?" Stan's voice was quiet, much quieter than just a minute ago. You nod and he sighs. "I'm sor-" You cut him off "Don't be" You take a step forward and bring your hand up to push some curls out of his face. He leans into your hand, not stopping himself for once. No yearning, no shouting in his head over his actions. Just the feel of your soft palm against his cheek. Stan takes a deep breath, feeling himself calm down in the wake of your touch. "Can we go somewhere?" Stan's voice barely above a whisper. "Of course."

Richie leaned back against the wall and slid down to the floor. He brushed his hands through his hair 'God I fucked up' "Man you really fucked up." Richie looked up. "Thanks, Bill your a real help." Bill put his hands up in defense. "I gotta say I really didn't see that one coming," Eddie spoke up. Bill and Mike nodded in agreement. "I mean I knew *something* was going on but holy shit I didn't think they were in love with each other," Beverly added. "We know Stanley's in love with her but is she in love with Stan? I mean she was just in a serious relationship like a week ago" "Yeah I wonder what happened to that relationship?" Ben's eyes sharp at Eddie, voice stiff and slightly viscous, "Alright! Alright!! None of that!" Mike's authoritative voice made it known he was seriously done with all the fighting. "She loves him" The group turned their heads at Richie's small voice, Ha stared down at the floor and spoke softly. "She may not be in love with him right now, but I could see it. She's falling for Stan."

Eddie looked over at Richie. A mix of emotions reached throughout the boy. He hated seeing Richie like this, but he also hated that it was about you. Mostly he hated that it was about you. He couldn't control it, no matter how much he wished that he could. What is it exactly that Richie is so mad at? Is he upset that he potentially ruined his relationship with Stan? Is he upset that Stan is in love with (Y/N) or that Stan claimed he neither loved nor cared about (Y/N)? Is Richie still in love with (Y/N)? If so is he mad that (Y/N) could be in love with Stan or that she is moving on so quickly? Eddie couldn't help but feel like he was still second to you. It's not like Richie chose to tell you. He kept telling Eddie that he would for at least 2 weeks, but then she found out in her own way. Eddie feared that maybe he was never gonna tell you. Or now that you found out does Richie regret it? 'Alright, Alright Eddie calm the fuck down! Just go talk to Richie.' "Eds?" "Yeah Rich." "I'm gonna go." Richie's tone sounded soft, defeated. It broke Eddie's heart to see him like this. "Yeah sure I'll go grab my keys-" Richie cut him off politely. "I'm just gonna walk. I think I wanna be alone right now. I'll call you later." Richie placed a hand on the back of Eddie's head pulling him close and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "OK. Be safe please."

"Where are we going?" You ask Stan who is driving and keeping silent. "You'll see. Um, go into the glove compartment a find the clear tape." You scrunch your eyebrows together. "You been stashing things in my glove compartment, Uris?" You found a clear tape and put it into the radio. Temptation by New Order flooded in through the speakers. A smile grew on your face as you turned the volume nob up. Stan looked over at you for a second just to see your growing smile. "I made you a tape and left it in here for the next time you complain that there's nothing good on the radio." A fit of giggles came from your mouth. "Stanley Uris made me a fucking mix-tape." You continued to laugh. It brought a smile, growing wider by the second, to see you so happy and blissful listening to your favorite music, a song he loved as well.

And I've never seen anyone quite like you before. No, I've never met anyone quite like you before.

Richie's emotions were confusing him now more than ever. He loved (Y/N). He truly did, but he just wasn't in love with her. Guilt consumes him every night before sleep and every time he sees you. He never wanted to hurt you. But when it comes to Eddie he's impulsive even a little reckless. Richie knew that he fucked up massively. Not only with you but with Stan and he even feels so with Eddie. He felt that if he just would have been honest with you before jumping into things with Eds maybe Eddie wouldn't have lost his best friend. He still couldn't wrap his head around how much of an idiot and a dick he was about Stanley. What in the fucking hell would lead him to believe that Stanley Uris of all people would fuck around with someone's feelings like that? He had already caused (Y/N) enough pain maybe he was trying to be a hero or something. Do something right for once, but of course, it was just another gigantic fuck up! Executed wonderfully by your very own Richie Tozier. Richie had noticed that he walked straight to the quarry. He picked up a stone and skipped it across the water.

Stan pulled the car over along where the road stopped and the tree's started. "Come on." Stan walked over to your side of the car and opened the door for you and held out his hand. You took his hand and walked beside him into the woods. "You trying to get me to some secret secondary location?" "What, you don't recognize where we're going?" You looked around a bit and shook your head. "Well, then I guess it will be a surprise." "I guess this is the day I get murder in the woods. Goodbye world you were never all that good to me but at least my murder is hot as hell." You almost couldn't see Stan's blush from how much he was laughing. You're hands brush as you walked close together. Stan felt a little nervous to take it, it's not like he hasn't held your hand before but right now he feels it holds so much more. 'Good' he thought to himself. 'It does mean more. Let it mean more.' He took your hand in his and warmth spread throughout the both of you. Just the two of you holding hands walking through the trees with Stan pointing out some birds to you, felt so blissful. At this moment you realized you had never felt this way with Richie. The two of you had a lot in common and play off each other well jokes and conversation-wise. But maybe that wasn't all a relationship needed. You had felt that's why Richie and you were so perfect together. Maybe this was finally the start to forgiving Richie and regaining some normalcy, realizing that maybe we weren't perfect or meant to be after all. If this is how Richie felt with Eddie you felt that you could somewhat understand why he was so in a rush to have it. It was scary how new this thing with Stan was yet how important it felt to you. You would go to the ends of the earth to protect what you had with Stan, no one in the world made you feel as safe and comforted as Stanley Uris. What Richie did, going behind your back, was in no way how he should've handled the situation. You let him into some of the most vulnerable spaces in your mind and life, entrusting him with your heart and your deepest thoughts, that you were his only person. That wasn't something easy to forgive, not something to easily recover from, especially having that trust broken with someone else with who you were very close. You may be happy and blissful at this moment, but you definitely knew the consequences of Richie's actions would come back to rear its ugly head sooner or later. But you believed that understanding was one of the first steps toward forgiveness. The more you walked the louder the sound of running water became. Soon you could even see the running water. You realized Stan had brought you to the barrens.'But why the barrens?' you thought to yourself. You reached the edge of the water and looked over to Stan. "C'mon" he grabbed your hand and stepped out onto a rock in the water. You did your best to follow, it finally dawns on you that you were headed toward the clubhouse.

When you got to the small clearing Stan went ahead and lifted the hatch to the small underground area where the losers used to hang out. "I've only been here a couple of times." You said as you climbed down the ladder. "Yeah, I guess we started hanging out other places more." Stan walked over to the hammock getting in. He smiled and reached his arms out like a little kid asking for a hug. You raised an eyebrow at him. "I know. I always feel like I'm gonna fall out of this thing, but it's safe I promise." "Okay," You say drawing out the word in a skeptical tone. You yelped as it wobbled and Stan gripped his arms around your waist as the hammock swung a little. "See, safe." You let out an amused huff and relaxed into Stan. Your back was pressed against his chest, both of your heads finding slightly uncomfortable spots in the crooks of the other's neck. "I remember one of the first times Eddie ever brought you to hang around with us was down here." Stan played with your hands in your lap. "I remember looking over and seeing you smiling, talking to Beverly. It was really hot out, your cheeks were pink. Richie gave you his shower cap and you, him, and Bill talked about comic books." You closed your eyes just listening to Stan talk softly into your hair. "Beverly came over to me when she noticed. She was joking around told me to stop staring, that it was rude. I hadn't even noticed that I was staring. I got nervous cuz, -hoping you didn't notice. You were so beautiful I couldn't help but stare." You blushed and let out a chuckle, your stomach filling up with butterflies. "I don't expect you to say back any time soon, and I in no means want to rush you, but I-" Stan paused, thinking about the impact of his words. He started to think maybe he should give you a little time, but then you leaned your head up to look at him. And when he looked down into your eyes there was no way stopping the words from falling out of his mouth. "I love you." The look in Stan's eyes was intoxicating, you could have stared in his eyes for the rest of both your lives, but instead, you brought your hand up to his jaw and tilted your head bringing yours and Stan's lips together. Equally as intoxicating as the look in his eyes. The two of you felt as if you were floating on clouds. Like you two were the only two people in the world. You pulled away and smiled, Stan pressed his forehead against yours. "I know" You and Stan laughed.

"Ok Rich. You just need to apologize. I'm sure they'll forgive you. They're your friends, basically your family." Richie walked back into town talking to himself. "And you hurt them and accused them of shitty things and now all your friends will hate you forever cuz you were a total dick and even their grandchildren will hate the name, Richie Tozier." Richie stopped for a second and groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his face under his glasses. He took a deep breath and continued walking.

Mike opened the door to Richie. "Hey man, come in." "Is Eds still here." "Yeah, he's in the living room. Rich," Mike put a hand on his shoulder. "He's worried about you. We all kinda are. There's been a lot going on with you four I just want to remind you that if you need someone to talk to we're all here for you buddy." "Thanks, man." Richie continues into the living room and sees Ben and Eddie talking. He breathes a sigh of relief, knowing how much it hurt Eddie that Ben wouldn't talk to him. They hugged and Ben got up off the couch and saw Richie. "I'm really sorry Richie. It was really rude to treat you like that-" Richie cut him off. "It's ok man really, I get it. She's your friend, I was a dick." "Yeah but you and Eddie are my friends too." "Well then what do you say Haystack," Richie extended out a hand. "Back to buds." Ben agreed and shook Richie's hand. Richie took a seat next to Eddie on the couch. "Hey, I'm glad your back I wanted to-" Richie leaned in and kissed Eddie. "As much as I love you and your adorable rambling I wanted to apologize." Eddie was suddenly very nervous. He thought to himself 'Shit this is it. He still loves Kassidy.' "Sure, Sure yeah. Umm a-about what Rich?" Richie took Eddie's hands in his fiddling with them out of nerves. "About everything. About not telling Kassidy. About not even being decent enough to break it off first so neither of you would get hurt. All of this would have been so much easier and nobody would've had to lose any friends. I'm just so sorry Eddie, I love you and I never wanted to hurt you like that." Eddie was so relieved to hear those words come out of Richie's mouth. He put a hand up to Richie's cheek and leaned to kiss him. "I love you too Richie." Richie chuckled in relief "Thank fuck."

You and Stan walked back to the car hand in hand. "So what do you wanna do now? " You leaned your back up against the car door "Oh I don't know maybe some more of this." Stan leaned himself against the car by his forearm and with his other hand lifted your chin, leaning down connecting your lips. You hummed against his lips. "Well, I do love doing that." "Do you want to go back to your place-" Stan pressed a small kiss on your neck "Watch a movie." "Shit!" Stan's head shot up. "I left my house keys at Bens." "We can sneak through your bedroom window." You push yourself off of the car, past Stan, and walked to the other side pulling your door open. "I don't wanna go back there either but with any luck, Richie won't be there." Stan groaned and got into the car.

You wrapped your knuckles on the door and Mike opened it with a smile. "I just forgot my keys." Mike let you in past him to the table where the keys sat. You quickly walked over to the table and grabbed your keys. Turning around back towards the door you catch Richie staring from the couch next to Eddie. For once you didn't feel the wind knocked out of you. But you couldn't say that the feeling of wanting to punch him had dulled any. You carried on toward the door when Richie called out your name. You sighed and banged your head on Mike's front door and contemplated for a second whether or not you should pretend you didn't hear him and keep walking. Apparently, you had stayed there a bit too long. Richie tapped two fingers on your shoulder. "I was just wondering if you would let me talk at you for a second. You don't need to say anything, or react in any way really-" You turned around and put your hands on his shoulders. He froze silent as you drew a deep breath. "I forgive you." It wasn't easy to say, you weren't even sure it was true. A part of you wanted to keep him dangling in wonder and guilt but you knew that you would eventually fully forgive him and the more you saw him moping around the more you would most likely enjoy watching him suffer for what he did. But if he just thought that you had forgiven him then maybe he would go back to his old trashmouth self and you all could move on.

Richie was taken by surprise, to say the least. He felt relief for a fleeting moment until he remembers Stan. "He's out in the car" He heard him speak softly. She somehow always knew what was going on inside his head, that's what made him think that she was so great, that they would be so great together. Against your better judgment, you grimaced and said, "I can give you five minutes. But he has the car keys so I can't promise he won't dive off on you." Richie threw his arms around you and squeezed you, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" "Yeah, sure get off me" He smiled at you, "Sorry." As Richie walked out the door he turned back to you, "He wouldn't drive off without his best girl." Richie started making trumpets sound in the tune of 'A Long Long Time' by Kitty Kallen and closed the door. You rolled your eyes as you and Mike laughed

Richie fell silent as he walked up to your car with Stan in the front seat. He raised his hand and tapped on the window. Stan kept his stare forward and locked the car door. Richie sighed. "Stan please." Richie heard the click of the car doors unlock and walked around to the other side and got in. "I'm so sorry. I was being a complete shit of a person and totally overreacted. I do care about her, I do! That's why I got so angry and it totally fucked up my judgment." Stan wasn't saying anything and it started to make Richie even more nervous. "I was angry and confused and I honestly don't know where all of that came from. That's not what I think of you at all, you gotta know that, Stan. You're one of my best friends and the best dude I know and I'm so sorry I said all of those things. I know I really fucked up." The two of them sat and stared out the windshield, Richie's leg bounced up and down from nerves until Stanley broke the silence. "I'm sorry too. That I turned my back on you. I couldn't understand how you had the most perfect girl right in front of you and seeing you hurt her made me angry too. I mean we all saw you and Eddie happening eventually, but I didn't think you two would go and do that. I love her and I guess I let that get in the way of our friendship." "I mean dude I don't really think I could blame you. I've seen the way she looks at you. It can make someone do stupid and crazy things." "Well then I guess that explains why you are so stupid and crazy," Stan laughed, "Eddie looks at you like that 24\7." Richie turned away laughing and hoped it hid the bright red flush on his cheeks. "I can't believe she actually forgave me." "Yeah me neither, to be honest." Stanley dead-panned. "Buuut," Stan took a calming deep breath, "If she can forgive you, then I guess I should too."

Eddie walked up to (Y\N) hesitantly as she was laughing with Mike. Mike saw Eddie and took that as his cue to leave, or rather to eavesdrop from the kitchen with Beverly, Ben, and Bill.

"Thanks for uh.. for forgiving Richie, he's been a wreck," Eddie said. "N-not that I've been fine! I-I feel completely terrible for what I did. But I mean I-I-I'm not trying to make you feel bad for me or anything. O-or for Richie. I just mean that we're both really sorry. I'm so, so very sorry (Y/N)." Eddie stammered through quickly. Man, do your shoes look mighty interesting at that moment. 'You forgave Richie why is it so hard to forgive Eddie. Maybe because we only gave Richie a premature apology so we could all get back to normal? Should I have to do that with Eddie too? Fuck that neither of them deserves it!' You fought back and forth with yourself in your head before finally looking up at Eddie. You took a deep breath, "I know...I-" Eddie cut you off "You don't have to." "I feel like I should." "You already kinda forgave Richie I know that's a big thing so you can hate me for as long as you need I deserve it." You smiled at Eddie and walked out of the house. Richie saw you walking towards the car and stepped out leaving the door open for you. You got in and leaned over to Stanley cupping the side of his face to bring him closer and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Stan started the car as you buckled. You tucked your legs up onto the seat and curled up to get comfy. Stan rests his hand over on one of your legs as you closed your eye

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