#reddie fanficton

[maiathebee69-blog]

Everyone else: *worried about Eddie and why his face is bleeding and blood is coming out of his mouth*

Eddie: ᵇᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᶦˢ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ʳᵒᵒᵐ

[honkhonkrichard]

21 with reddie

 21. Best Friends Sibling AU

This got way longer than I thought and I’m calling it ‘Get it right the First Time’ after the billy joel song okay ‘njoy! (WC: 1600+)

“He’s adopted. We all are.” Stan said out of the blue, after dinner. 

“What?” Richie asked.

“Eddie. He’s adopted. So is Ben. Bill is too.” He said again, louder this time. 

“I-I mean.. I guessed.” Richie shrugged. “Cause they’re white and you’re-” Richie threw a hand over at Stan. “Not.” 

“Israeli.” 

“I forgot the word.” 

“clearly.”

“I-I didn’t have to know, dude, it’s not a big deal.” Richie stammered.

“You were staring at Eddie the entire meal.” Stan said loosely, eyes never leaving his book. 

Richie shifted. He was staring at Eddie. How could he not? He was… gorgeous. Big grey eyes, freckled, tan skin, wavy blond hair and the cutest little face. He had a look of perpetual surprise and annoyance, like someone just stole his parking space. 

He sat a the table quietly nearly the whole meal, watching the conversation with curiosity and every now and then, his eyes shifted over to Richie. 

Richie couldn’t take his eyes off of the younger boy. He was so… pretty. The light from the dining room was framing his face this side of perfect, and his sweater was too big and it gave him the sweetest little sweaterpaws- 

“I wasn’t staring at Eddie.” 

Stan’s eyes looked up from his book, sharp and intelligent as usual. “Liar.” 

“So what If I was?” Richie said, probably too defensively. “What’re you gonna do about it?” 

“Give you my blessing.” Stan said from behind his book, light green eyes still locked on Richie. 

“I don’t think I get you, Uris.” Richie lied, because he was quite sure he did. Rich hadn’t been subtle with his idiot grin and enthusiasm with trying to talk to Eddie, who didn’t reciprocate in the slightest.

“I think you do, Tozier.” 

“Stanley?” Someone said from the door. 

Richie looked up to see Eddie clamped around the door frame, sweater paws and cute grumpy surprise in full swing. Turns out he was wearing little shorts too. Richie gulped. 

“Yes Eddie?” Stan said innocently, putting his book down.

Eddie shifted uncomfortably and looked Richie over, the frown in his lips grew. Richie felt a blush rise to his cheeks. “Can I talk to you for a second? Alone?” 

“Sure.” Stan blinked, and stood up. He looked considerably older than his siblings, Richie decided, trying not to imagine his hands around Eddie’s thighs. “Rich, you’ll give us a minute?” 

“Course.” 

Stan left the room, and Eddie disappeared with him, leaving Richie alone with himself to think about how much Eddie licking his lips after dinner had drove him crazy. 

I gotta stop. Richie thought, rubbing his face. Gonna go half chub thinking about it too much. He decided to mindlessly fiddle with his bracelets. 

Stan strutted back into the room not longer later, sunk back down into his desk chair, handed Richie a small slip of paper and tucked his hands behind his neck, stretching out like a cat. 

“Get out.” 

Richie’s eyes widened. “Eddie doesn’t like me, does he?” 

Stan shrugged ominously. “It’s me that wants you out.” 

“Rude.” 

“You have a crush on my baby brother.” Stan said simply.

“Baby.” Richie grinned.

“Out please.” 

Richie huffed and grabbed his backpack. “I’ll see you tomorrow though yeah?” Stan nodded in response, and Richie left the room, closing the door behind him (He may be a douche but he wasn’t a barbarian.)

Richie silently gazed into the hallway. All the doors were labeled. Ben’s door was closed, Bill’s was half open (Though loud horror movie noises were coming from behind it.) and what Richie assumed was Eddie’s was wide open; the quiet sound of tapping the only sound from it. 

The horror movie paused and Bill swung his door open, eyeing Richie curiously. 

“Sup man?” Richie waved. 

“W-What’re you doing?” Bill asked, voice lower and more angry than it had been at dinner. 

“Uhhhhh I just left Stan cause he kicked me out and then I got lost in thoughts. What’s up with you?” Richie admitted. 

Bill glared him up to down. Richie wasn’t sure why he was angry. They got along fine at dinner, joked about how they had no idea they both worked at the same place (Charlie’s vinyls, Bill had the day shift, Rich took the night shift) and now he was being judged. 

“If you fuck over my brother, I’ll slaughter you.” Bill promised, and then closed the door. 

“What?” Richie mumbled as the horror movie clicked back on. 

Richie made a face and went down the hall, and couldn’t stop himself from peering into Eddie’s room. 

There were lots of knick knacks everywhere, succulents, a big desk and Eddie curled up in his too big sweater, typing away on a laptop. He noticed Richie, clearly looking at him through the corner of his eye (still surprised and annoyed) and took a deep breath, trying to continue typing. 

Richie gave a him a toothy smile. Eddie did not respond. 

“So… Uh… Do you.. like… Did I- Um.” Richie tried. Words weren’t working. 

Eddie sighed and got up from his chair and then-

closed the door. 

Richie snapped some finger guns at the closed door. “Cool.” He said. “Dope I’ll uhhhhh see you later.” 

- 

That night, Richie nodded along to the music blasting through his headphones, and emptied his pockets. Wallet. Phone. Rings he forgot to put on after he washed his hands for dinner. Piece of paper Stan gave him that he never read. Pop can tab. Wait.

Richie picked up the paper and unfolded it. It had a small message written in red pen on it; it looked like it had been scribbled over relentlessly. It also had a snapchat username.

Snap: KasperEddie youre rly hot attractive and it makes me nervous but i wanna keep talking 2 to you - eddie (the small blonde one of stan’s brothers who gets really nervous around you)

Richie didn’t bother fighting the smile off his face. His day was looking up. Even though it was 11:26 at night. 

He nabbed his phone and collapsed on his bed, adding Eddie’s username, and taking a quick photo of him lying in bed and sent it to the cutie patootie. 

Tozier Boy🤙 (Trashrecords): Heyyyyyyyyy got ur message closing the door on me was rly sex c of u

The response was almost immediate. It was a photo of Eddie’s computer. Looks like he was writing an essay.

Eeeeeeee: Sorry you make me nervous I didn’t know what else to do

Richie grinned wildly and stuck his tongue out at the camera, still lying in bed

Tozier Boy🤙: ill let it slide cause youre cute as hell xox

Then he texted Stan.

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:29): you BASTART whyd u kick me out if eddie liked me

And got a snap from Eddie: A photo of his keyboard:

Eeeeeeee: oh!!! 

“Holy fuck.” Richie whispered. “You are fucking adorable.” 

and he sent Eddie a photo of his ceiling saying just that.

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:35): Because Eddie told me to. Said you made him nervous. He also told Bill he liked you and if you started speaking to Eddie Bill would put 30 rounds in your chest.

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:35): hot damn 

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:36) Also; Ben wants you to come back over and give him “Romance Advice” because you seem “With it” 

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:37): u never told me ben was a grandpa

The next image was of Eddie’s face, which was cute enough, except he had drawn blush onto himself. Eeeeeeee: thank you

Immediately following it was a black screen: omg im covered in acne and im sweaty im so sorry

Richie took a photo of him making a desperate face. 

Tozier Boy🤙: can we go out i need to get you comfortable with me holding your cute little face as soon as fucking possible also can u go call Ben a grandpa its very important

A photo of a confused bed tucked into a beanbag chair: Eeeeeeee: he said stan JSUT called him that fjkdhflkjdhfjdkhjkd

Richie smiled against his pillow, trying to breath slowly to calm himself down. Holy fuck this fucking kid. 

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:45) We’ve made Ben very sad. 

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:45) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:46) He told me Eddie called him a grandpa too and made the “:(” face and then told me you just “Walk with.. uhm.. swagger and stuff. [You] just seem to know what he’s doing..” Little does he know-

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:46) who’s gonna tell him im dumbass

Then Richie went back to Eddie, trying to pull himself together, took a photo of his dog. 

Tozier Boy🤙: so…. did u…… wanna …..hmmmmmmm… go out sometime.?

The next photo was of Eddie’s wide eyes, it was blurry, like he was moving as he took it. 

Eeeeeeee: !!!!!! CAN U BRING UR DOG

“God damn.” 

Tozier Boy🤙: which one I got 2 an old man corgi (Amante/Ames) and this baby (Bellissima/Belle) 

Eeeeeeee: BOTH!!!! I WOULD DIE FOR THEM

Then Eddie sent another black screen. 

Eeeeeeee: Fr though I would like a date. Do you like ice cream?

Tozier Boy🤙: im lack toes and taller ants i love ice cream how about this saturday at noon?

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:53): Eddie’s cackling madly what the fuck did you do

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:53) lack toes and taller ants dude

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:54): Cool. Stop it.

Eeeeeeee: sure!!

Richie dropped his phone to the side and danced against his bed. Waving his hands to The Safety Dance. Dates, dogs and cute boys. Okay. 

He spent the rest of the night talking with Eddie, grinning widely the whole time. 

[trueolefflove]

The Apartment Below Me

(Pairing: reddie)

Word count: 478

Rating: t (swearing)

(Aah! These are my loves, as they are for you too :))

-

Eddie had never been a fan of the person who lived below him. His roommates, Mike and Bill, didn’t seem to care too much, but Eddie had a real issue.

They were loud. Whoever it was was definitely the life of the party considering that there was one almost every weekend. It was ludicrous. You can’t just go around acting like you own the building, it doesn’t work like that.

“That’s it,” Eddie huffed, standing up from the couch where he was resided with his roommates. “I’m so over this, this bullshit.”

“Eds, c’mon,” Mike groaned, “we just got to the good part.” They were watching some movie (which Eddie couldn’t hear due to the commotion below).

Bill nodded in response. “Look, we can deal with it later. Let them have their fun and we can talk to them tomorrow or something.”

“No, no, no,” Eddie fumed, “we’re fixing this issue, and we’re fixing it now.”

“But Eddie-“

“Don’t ‘but Eddie’ me! I’m so sick of this shit!”

Before his friends could talk him out of it like they had before, Eddie busted out of the apartment, marching down the stairs right up to the culprit’s door.

“Excuse me sir, but you’re being very fucking rude and if you could please, for the love of all that is holy, stop throwing ragers here all the time! I mean, you don’t own the building, so just be considerate to the people around you!”

Eddie ranted, pacing back and forth as he listed off of his point, not even taking into account who the person was. As soon as Eddie made eye contact with the tall gorgeous curly headed guy, he was awestruck. Who was this man and why hadn’t he ever noticed him before?

He wore a goofy smile and sported some black glasses with freckles of constellations under his eyes.

“That all?” He asked, and Eddie melted- right then, right there.

“Y-yes. That would be all. Just shut it down. Goodnight...” Eddie trialed off, hoping that he would finish the sentence with his name, but no avail.

He gave a quick wave and turned back to the stairs.

“Richie.”

Eddie turned around, and smirked. “Alright. Goodnight, Richie.”

He heard the man laugh and shut the door again, as well as the music fade down almost completely as he reached his floor.

Holy hell, how did he become smitten with the boy below him so fast?

He walked into his apartment once more, seeing that Bill and Mike had continued the movie without him.

“I got it all cleared up. Told you it would work,” Eddie said with a giggle.

“Eds, we heard everything. Hell, we could even hear your face getting red,” Bill responded, folding over with laughter.

“Oh, shut up,” Eddie murmured, crossing his arms and shoving his face into a nearby pillow. “He was hot, though.”

[thorn-harvester-ven]

Am I the only one who gets mad when you get notifications and it’s just people liking/reblogging your post? Like no, where is the notifications that I have been TAGGED in all the FANFICS I want to read/finish the update but are NOWHERE to be seen?!?!?

[eeviart]

Hello world I’m alive I guess

I finally saw The Movie during summer, have been reading some very good fanfiction and have seen the most amazing fanart in the world after that from here. The movie was of course IT (2017) and a few weeks after that I may have read the book, too and then read some more of that sweet, sweet fanficton again. Most of it was of course reddie, duh, and after seeing the movie this is the first drawing I’m actually pretty okay with and it’s final result. I was thinking on getting myself an another blog for this kind of shit and I’m sorry I’m posting this here maybe I should do that blog now but I just didn’t want to forget I wanted to post this. Sorry reddie fans out there please do not hate me.

[finn-essed]

Ready to Run

Summary: Eddie has always lived a same life, and Richie’s has been everything but.

Word count: 522 (future parts will be longer!!)

Pairings: Reddie

Part 1/?

Just so you know... this used to be a 1D fanficton that I wrote two chapters of in like 2014 and it’s based off of the song Ready to Run by One Direction!!!  

Ready to Run

Eddie Kaspbrak always had a plain life. He always wore the same types of clothes, always ate at the same place for lunch and always watched Keeping up with the Kardashians on Sundays at six.

He had a same life, the kind where you repeat the same plain actions day in and day out- but don't get him wrong, he was perfectly content. To some, living such a plain life would grow tiring and the routine would drive them insane. However, Eddie wanted nothing more than what he had, and had nothing more than what he needed.

He always had a same life, even though he never realized it.

Eddie stepped up in the line at the cash register in his favorite corner shop which was down the road from his apartment. He lived alone in a one bedroom, which was scarcely decorated. He worked as a receptionist in his local accounting firm. The pay was good enough. He had a few co-workers that he could consider friends and a few leftovers from high school, but apart from them he was a very lonely person.

In his hands, Eddie held several containers of pasta sauce and a box of spaghetti. When he reached the register, he paid for his items and on his way out the door he noticed a group of teenagers, two girls and a boy, standing behind a booth. The sign above read: "Donate for St. Mary's cathedral repairs!"

The children running the booth, although just a few short years younger than him, showed no sign of remorse for the disaster that was St. Marys post-winter.

In Derry, ME, winters were harsh and tore apart the city. In a way however, the harsh weather brought everyone together in the tight-knit community.

Those who were fortunate enough to be young and healthy shoveled the streets and those where were growing old remained inside, shielded from the dangers of the cold, knitting scarves for the children and the less-fortunate.

The cathedral took it hard and the snow seemed to stick to the roof. There was some sort of issue that Eddie didn't quite understand, and the snow built up to the point where the roof collapsed. The church was a focal point in the community and had been raising money for repairs for 4 months since the disaster in January.

Eddie walked up to the booth to donate and pulled out a 50 dollar bill. The boy at the booth's eyes widened as he took it and he handed Eddie a blue raffle ticket.

Attached was a pamphlet explaining a contest. Since Eddie had donated over $20, he was entered in a raffle to win a free trip for 2 on a cruise. The winning ticket would be drawn Sunday at 6:30, right after his show. He signed a paper with his phone number and name and the boy put it in a fishbowl containing what must've been 1000 tickets.

He shrugged, shoving the ticket in his pocket. A cruise would be nice. “Things have been the same around here for a while,” Eddie thought.

[maiathebee69-blog]

Richie, without glasses: *squinting* damn ooh that girl’s fine

Richie: *approaches*

Richie: ‘sup sweetheart you looking fly tonight

Eddie: *screams*

Richie: *screams*

[thorn-harvester-ven]

The irony in this is that it’s getting notes meaning I’m getting notifications and they still AREN’T fanfics

Am I the only one who gets mad when you get notifications and it’s just people liking/reblogging your post? Like no, where is the notifications that I have been TAGGED in all the FANFICS I want to read/finish the update but are NOWHERE to be seen?!?!?