#reddie-nonnie

[raccoonfallsharder]

i hope you don’t mind me dropping by your ask box so frequently, but im the anon who asked those fic writer questions (4, 13, 15) and also the same person who asked about the whole critique/advice thing. ive genuinely never thought about it that way and what you said stuck to me, especially the last two lines, don’t stop making plums, people need plums, it’s so oddly motivational and im completely in awe at how you were able to come up with that which brings me to my next question uh

how do you write so vividly?

you’re the author i wanted critique from, surprise, hehe.

it’s just that the way you phrase certain things makes what should have been a vague but known feeling not so vague, if that makes sense? i feel like im speaking out of my ass right now but you have a way with words is what im saying, and i see that especially in the ninth visit and blackmail material chapter 2, and i cant stop thinking about how you can come up with such profound ways of writing mundane things.

im gonna sign off because the last two asks ive sent in tells me this may not be the last time im anonymously hitting up your ask box again.

— reddie anon

reddie-sweetheart. butterfly. my little love. firstly you are so kind and i’m honestly so fuckin honored. this legit made my heart hurt ♡ thank you. i’m so glad that my writing has resonated with you in these ways.

i was thinking about this all day since i saw your ask. i’m not completely sure i know which parts of my writing felt really vivid to you personally and i am not completely sure i can tell you how my brain works (‘cause mostly it’s just fucked in there) but there are two things i do when I’m trying to evoke a specific emotion or vibe and I can try to share those??

1. i think about how an emotion feels physically in my body.

most people don’t know what emotions they’re experiencing when they’re experiencing them. emotions are hard and it’s often not till later that we can reflect on them && say “oh i was heartbroken,” “i felt betrayed,” “i was in amazement.” so when a character is having a reaction, I think about where I feel those responses in my own body (hunching shoulders? falling stomach? a sudden release of tension in the neck?), and those are the reactions I try to describe. (especially when you’ve got a character like fuckin rocket who wouldn’t recognize an emotion if someone pointed to to it on a goddamn chart)

2. i think about what other things are that evoke the same feeling for me.

so like when i say that you, reddie-nonnie, are a warm cup of honey-tea on a foggy morning, you probably know what i mean. i mean : your words offered me great comfort and healing. i mean: your kindness soothed my heart/soul/mind. i mean - you are sweet and hydrating and good. i mean that you are a little bit of brightness and i am grateful you exist.

and when i say your stories are plums, you probably also know what i mean. you’ve probably seen plums. there’s a good chance you’ve eaten some. but even if you haven’t, you can probably figure out that they’re juicy. sweet. nourishing. and that there’s nothing else quite like them.

so. IN PRACTICE. sometimes i write all this in a rough draft and have to go back and edit these weird-ass descriptions down because i get too deep in my head/too far out in space and i stop making sense lol. other times i write my drafts very plainly and it isn’t till revision that i say, okay - how can i make people really understand that when i say he was awestruck what i mean is, like, his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth and his heart was on the floor?

i REALLY hope this was helpful for you. I don’t know how much of it, if any, made sense, but i will always be flattered by any questions you ask and i will do my best to answer thoughtfully, thoroughly, honestly, and as well as i can. have a lovely night (day??) reddie-nonnie and thank you for trusting me with this question - I hope the answer was what you were looking for ♡♡♡

[octoberobserver]

hey i love helpin hand and i waswondering when the last chapter is going to come out?

no rush i'm just really exited.

Hi nonnie, aw thanks so much for asking! I'm working on Helpin' Hand as we speak - I hope to have the final chapter up before the end of the year, aiming for before the holidays. It's taking a while to finish 'cause it's already about 5,000 words longer than I intended lol. But I'm about 80% of the way through now.

So glad you're excited, I am too! Thanks again 😊❤️ Here's a sneak peek:

It was Eddie’s utter silence that Richie noticed most. 

Adrian huffed out a laugh, “Poor Eric will be heartbroken.” 

“Uh-huh, devastated,” Richie responded with a healthy heap of sarcasm, forcing his feet away from Eddie, not trusting himself to resist the urge to outline in graphic detail just how, in every single way, he was far superior to any guy Richie had ever fooled around with. 

“But seriously, Rich,” Adrian broke through Richie’s sappy thoughts incredulously, “do you have any idea just how much of a hot commodity your dick is right now?!”

Richie snorted.

"Right. I'm the gayer, uglier, Brad Pitt or somethin’?" 

“Practically!" Adrian exclaimed excitedly, "I've got the inside scoop, Toze. Tons of guys in Hollywood want you to rail them. Zachary Quinto, Jaime Waldorf, Zachariah Daniels—

“You,” Don interjected with a cheeky grin on his face, winking at Richie. 

“I am a happily engaged man, Donald. Hush,” Adrian gave his fiancé a dismissive pat to the chest before levelling Richie with a stare, "Richard. Do you have any idea how many celebrities I've interviewed who only wanna talk to me 'cause you name-dropped me in your set? You’re hot shit right now, trust me." 

Richie sank back into his seat, giving a half-shrug. 

“If you say so.” 

Adrian scoffed, “I do. You gonna do anything about it?” 

[taisgf]

What about a relationship with the yellowjackets girls post-rescue. Or what about 25 years later, reuniting with them. Like in the show, they all find a way to come back together, but with the weight of their shared history in the wilderness, how would that be? Would old feelings rekindle? (By the way, I love your writing!)

hc. reunion with the adult timeline yj girls (shauna, tai, van, lottie, nat)

A/N: sorry this is a bit small nonnie!! and that i took so long… this is such a cool ask so I had to do it 😈 and again peep the van favouritism. a bit nsfw tee hee, implied wlw (duh), drugs n shit, van’s cancer😔 not proofread because nnnmnhnhb….. uhhh mmm. nah.

NATALIE:

Natalie would be almost embarrassed to see you again after it all. Being such a pillar within the group in the wilderness, and having lost herself so much after would really hit her when she sees you again.

You’re engraved in Nat’s mind during those 20-something years, a spit image of your face lurking in her subconscious. Somehow, each time Natalie found herself blacking out, or hitting the peak of her high, you’d come to mind. Your face, looking at her- and suddenly she’s 17 again, sat next to you by a fire.

Natalie would be torn between never wanting to see you again, and craving your company so deeply. So when you’re thrust into her life again, likely by Misty’s influence- she doesn’t quite know how to react.

You’d catch her staring- all interactions short, yet packed. As things with Lottie pick up, Nat would be quick to defend you, never leaving a few metres distance just like she used to.

After that, she wouldn’t be as subtle about her feelings toward you. She’d be hesitant to go into anything serious let alone long term, but having you back with her would do a lot for Nat. She’d have someone she can really trust- and who would that be if not you?

Any intimacy with adult timeline Nat would be wild, impromptu and more than likely when you’re both under the influence. Rough, and fast and heated- but lying together after? Maybe, if you’re lucky, Nat would let you look into her soul a little. Maybe she’d let you in. Keep at it and who knows where you two would end up.

TLDR; Nat’s very confused. But aroused?

VAN:

Reuniting with Van would definitely go the smoothest out of all the girls (women)? She’d let you stay in her shop, keeping you for days- enticing you with nostalgic movies and shows you’d watch together as teenagers. Cuddled up at night referencing some dumbass sitcom- watching all the films that came out while you were stranded that you never got to experience together as teenagers. Dumb reality TV, some Jim Carrey ‘AS SEEN ON VHS’ movie for the 80th time- anything to be close to you.

Van wouldn’t be the one to bring up getting back together by any means, but she wouldn’t shut it down either. It would be great for a while- until you find her discreetly sneaking around her medicine cabinet, or her constant complains of pain. Van would gradually grow distant, and knowing her- you’d pick up on it pretty fast.

She’d be reluctant to let you know about her cancer- but it would be a huge weight off her shoulders once she did. She’d be able to enjoy your time together way more, and your company would make her feel a lot better.

Chances are you’d be with Van a good while before all of the things with Lottie and the others- meaning you’d meet back with the group as a united front, secure and positive through all the bullshit. You’d be a huge anchor for Van through it all- and no doubt she would be for you too.

(Van’s cancer was totally cured btw. Showtime told me themself sorry) (I’ll be so mad if she dies) (my baby….)

Van’s still silly as shit, too. Everything that happened in the wilderness would no doubt just become fodder for her twisted sense of humour, but deep down she’s deeply hurt. Having you back and repairing those old relationships would really help her, more than you could understand.

Adult van’s strap is like. That retro pinky-reddy-orangey by the way. Canon. I can see the future (and because she used it on me yesterday)

TAI:

I feel like reuniting with Tai before everything would be rather inevitable. She’s a public figure- and after months and months of seeing her on TV, you’d reunite- maybe teaching Sammy at school, only to see her walk in for a parent-teacher conference. Maybe you’d see her posters around, enticing you to vote for her.

(I want to write a reunion, Sammy’s-teacher fic now💔)

Tai has legitimately nobody to confide in about what happened- and with all the drama surrounding her campaign for senator, you can imagine how relieved she was when you find your way back into her life.

I imagine you’d reunite at the peak of her stress; maybe after the whole ‘SPILL’ drama. Tai’s sleepwalking again, she knows it- and she remembers how it was you who knew how to calm her. So, when you drunkenly stumble your way into her bed after meeting in a bar she’s not surprised that she can finally sleep the whole night. Only with you does Tai ever feel well rested. Only in your arms can she relax.

Which, given Tai’s whole marital downfall, would lead to a passionate and almost desperate love affair. Change my mind- wait, you can’t. It would be almost scandalous, the fact that the esteemed senator candidate and yourself, both having endured the wilderness together, are together. If the press found out, they’d have a fit. Tai never fails to remind you this, so your relationship would be kept under tight, tight wraps.

Any intimacy with adult Tai would go one of two ways. Option 1, as an act of comfort. To remedy sadness, take that stress of eachother’s shoulders. Slow, and tender- a mature kind of love, like Tai’s always been. You’d lie for hours after, talking. Maybe you’d unload about all the nightmares and flashbacks to the wilderness, or maybe Tai would ramble about Sammy and [WIFE NAME].

Or, option 2. Rough, angry sessions that last hours at a time. Unloading all of the bottled up negative emotions which between the two of you is enough to last a lifetime. Tai would pull your hair, rut into you without a care of how you might bruise- or maybe she’d let you dig your nails into her thighs, bite at her skin and just pray that it wouldn’t show the next day in time for her meeting.

LOTTIE:

I feel like reuniting with Lottie at her retreat alongside the other girls is the obvious answer, but I’m inclined to say that you’d actually turn up a good while earlier.

Lottie’s presence in your life would never cease- not since you’d met her, no matter where she was or where you are. Lottie lingers- and she always will.

She’d think that some spiritual presence, be it fate or the wilderness drew you back to her. That of course you found your way back to her somehow. You were Lottie’s girl the second that plane went down, and there’s no doubt in her mind that you’ll always be.

That’s why she’s so happy to see you at the gates of her commune- eagerly offering you a room in her best suite, right beside her own. She’s cater to your every want, showing you around and explaining how everything’s connected to what you all experienced out there.

And no doubt, you’d fall for it. Maybe you’d want to. Either way, you do. With Lottie, old feelings don’t rekindle per se, they were always just there. Even when you didn’t talk, even when she was god knows where- Lottie was there, and so were you.

Having sex with adult Lottie would be less ritualistic and spiritual than it used to be when you were out in the wild. At first, it might even seem normal. But, the passionate sensuality, the way she worships you and insists that ’no, no, you just lay back, let me take care of you’ or the way her tongue spells a prayer against you while her head’s buried between your thighs brings you back.

SHAUNA:

While with the other girls it’d likely be themselves or maybe the hand of fate drawing you back together, with Shauna it would have to be you starting things.

You’d reach out a few times- maybe she’d humour you, and you’d grab a coffee while you’re in town. Shauna couldn’t deny that it did make her feel a certain way and sure after a few drinks and if you were lucky enough to catch her during the whole ‘Jeff allegedly cheating’ thing, maybe she’d concede and you’d hook up.

As hard as I try, though, I can’t imagine it going any further. Shauna cares about you; of course she does. But, she’s resilient and now she has a whole family of her own. We see Shauna do her best to distance herself from everything that happened, and having you like that would only bring her back.

So, she’d blow you off. Maybe you’d be a new victim of her drunk, sad booty-calls, but beyond that? I don’t think Shauna would be so quick to get back together. But the love? Of course it’s still there.

(Sorry to my shauna girlies😔 I cannot lie and say she would because I just don’t think so!!)

[roosterforme]

Are there going to be new chapters for rooster and princess and Jake and reddy this week? Just wanted to make sure I didn’t miss anything no pressure or rush!

Hey, nonny! Not this week, because I'm taking a little break. But stay tuned for next week.

However.... I will be posting a Beer Boy and Sugar one-shot today!

[ojangel]

Hot take its biphobic and INCREDIBLY homophobic to make your hypersexual characters bi and the one commonly coded in fandom as a bottom, more feminine, and needy as gay.

im gonna take a guess and assume that ur not in the It fandom. because let me explain some things

none of us are “making” the “hypersexual” one bi. Richie is coded as bisexual in the fucking book, you moron. secondly, Eddie IS canonically feminine. if people like portraying him as a bottom because of that, who the fuck Cares? theyre FICTIONAL characters. its FICTION

get the fuck off my blog and dont accuse me of being biphobic or homophobic again. its not a hot take. ur not “woke”. youre just going over the same bullshit that every fandom with a mlm ship experiences

[ghostnebula]

Mike as Luisa!!!!!

You know I wasn’t gonna say it but that’s... pretty much where my brain was going.

Not just because of the whole “living with a grandparent” thing but also because -- and hear me out -- I LOVE Mike&Eddie as a ship. I think they’re so good for each other? Eddie deserves someone calm and attentive but a lil bit goofy like Mike, and Mike deserves someone who isn’t afraid to stand up for him (or kick the shit out of someone attacking him). They complement each other well.

Also, Mike being a fucking BAMF but still a darling, and Mike taking care of Eddie.

Plus telepathic sex? Mind-fucking? What are we calling it? They absolutely do that and Richie has to witness it and I think there are equal amounts of potential for angst or comedy in that situation. At least until Richie smartens the fuck up and realizes they’re both as in love with him as he is with them.

I’m realizing now that Bill would be better-suited to the role of Sofiane, obviously, but in this scenario we can pretend Richie has a sister he loves dearly who gets sacrificed or something.

[ask-richie-the-trashmouth]

Richie: And damn right we’re adorable~! We’re practically irresistible! 

Eddie: Rich!! 

[stellarbisexual]

O really? Reddie au where Eddie is a toaster and Richie is a blender and they are in love but on opposite sides of the kitchen counter so they can never be together because their cords aren’t long enough.

Um… I mean, I’d be thrilled to read this crack.  Hell, I’d WRITE this crack. All the inanimate object come to life AUs!

Toaster Eddie: Shut the fuck up! You’re so noisy.

Blender Richie: And you’re smokin’ hot.

See? It writes itself.

[edmercer]

REDDIE for the otp meme!! :D

YAS NONNY THANK U (though i’m editing some of the questions so they’re not sexual, and i’m doing a more modern setting)

Which one texts like a straight white boy? DEFINITELY RICHIE and eddie fucking HATES it because he feels like he’s dating a damn 8th grader

Which one cried during a fucking disney movie? both of them cried during moana at the end where she faces te kā and restores her heart to make her te fiti again

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave? HONESTLY i could really see richie doing dumb shit like this with eddie screeching for him to stop in the background

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing? they would both do it tbh, and i could see it becoming a contest of who can do it more often and they get REALLY competitive

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner? eddie totally does this and richie’s soul leaves his body every single time and eddie just laughs his damn head off

Who had that embarassing Reality TV marathon? they both watch reality tv but eddie watches it the most. keeping up with the kardashians is his fave

Who laughs more during make-out sessions? i can definitely see eddie laughing more because richie is a sloppy kisser and it’s just hilarious to him (but also disgusting because WHO WANTS SALIVA ALL OVER THEIR FACE)

WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON? eddie, no question. and he absolutely loves being little spoon because he feels so safe and warm wrapped up in his arms ksmdfmsd

[serotoninking]

"You can't be here now" for reddie

Every year, without fail, Sonia Kaspbrak had invited her side of the family, and they all seemed to love to breath down Eddie’s back as much as she did. Another thing they all had in common? They all singlehandedly hated Richie Tozier. Whether it was because he had no filter, accidentally spilled gravy all over Grandma Julie, or ‘defiled’ their precious Edward they all could agree that they didn’t want him around the bug-eyed asshole. So, for a whole week Eddie was basically on house arrest, only getting to see his friends on the rare occasion that Stan could convince them all to let him go an hour, they all liked him the most. Of course it sucked. He missed his friends, he missed Richie, hell, he even missed not being pinched on the cheek and smothered in the smell of old lady perfume; even though they all knew the smell made it hard for him to breathe. Really, he also missed having his own room. Every year around this time sucked for a whole week, but this year sucked the most. Why? Because this was the year that he, Eddie Kaspbrak, finally admitted to Richie Tozie that he liked him, and now they didn’t get to spend any time together.

Not a lot seemed to stop Richie, however.It was Wednesday night, so right in the middle of the long week, and everyone had just gone to bed. Everyone instead of Eddie of course, who was laying on his bed, listening to his Uncle Johnathan’s CPAP machine drown out any sounds that would usually lull him to sleep at night. It wasn’t until a soft tapping on his window sounded that he even realized that his breathing had moved to match the machine. He quickly rolled off of his bed and to the window, opening it up to see Richie beaming down at him, his back pack on his shoulder, and his hair in his face. “Richie, what are you doing? You can’t be here right now.” Eddie whisper shouted, loud enough that the teen on the street could hear him, but no one else inside could. “You know that it’s family week. They’ll kill you if they know you’re here this late… or at all, really!” 

“Don’t worry about me, I’m worried about you. Put some pants on, I’m taking you out on a date!” Richie said confidently, shrugging the shoulder that had his bad draped over it. “You’re insane… I’ll be down in a couple of minutes.” 

Sure, it was a dumb and reckless idea to sneak out, but he really was going mad, and one date in the middle of the night never hurt anybody. 

This one is really short, I know. I have a part two in mind if you guys want that. 

[octoberobserver]

🌹

Aw, thanks Nonnie! 😊 Here’s another random sentence from the last chapter of my Reddie fic:

“Whoa, why do I feel like I just walked into the third act of a Nancy Meyers movie?”

[ants-personal]

okay but what about even though its clichheeeeee as fuck like some kind of distorted fucked up eddie creeping in richie's closet ??? idk not fnaf exactly and im not exactly a horror specialist in drawing but thoughts??? Pennywise rlly playing out the homophobia here LOL

ooohohoho a reddie idea i love this i feel like we were really jibbed when it came to the angst with them if you feel me. Like idk there should have been more esp in the second movie but this is lovely.

Cause pennywise could have easily lured richie with a fake eddie i can def see it being the type of sequence where richie is trying to catch up to eddie cause well he hasn't seen him since his arm and there he is and well he misses him. But the closer he gets the faster eddie gets he barely catches as he goes through the school front doors. Around a few corners just the heels of eddie's shoes and sure the anxiety is growing as the darkness seems to slowly swallow the halls. But its eddie if somethings wrong or someone's chasing him he's gotta help him. He reached the end of one hall with a door open showing nothing but darkness but eddies calling for him. Eddie knows he was following him he and he needs to hide. Eddies voice whispering right into richies ears but also echo throughout the halls eddies voice sounding like multiple, but richie trusts and figures bowers is on the hunt. He slowly steps closer towards the room he's a mere inches from crossing the threshold as eddies arm richies out his fingers sticking out from the tips of his cast and riches heart races. He slowly takes the cast hand as eddie starts giggling tiny and cute like always and he cant help but the nervous chuckle. 

Eddies grip on his hand tightens.

Richie’s unsure how with the cast he tries to take his hand out of eddies grasp about to make a joke about how strong his grip is how its probably cause his mom makes him nothing but healthy crap. Thats when he notices it the writing on the cast in bright red letters DEAD blood leaking down the cast and dripping onto the floor. Richies heart is in his throat he wants to scream to run to do something, but his feet are frozen. He tears his eyes away from the writing and sees the claws sticking out of what were once eddies fingers. Eddies voice calls out from the darkness his name and asks what's wrong he thought he liked him isnt this what he wanted. The cast explodes as the hand clutches Richies hand tightly claws digging into his hand. Its enough to finally knock him out of his trance as he tries to pull his hand out of the grip. He gives one strong yank pulling the zombie like eddie he saw back at neibolt. black sludge falling from his wide smile eyes wide theres a glint of yellow. He laughs and its loud harsh richies stomach drops as he pulls he screams. Eddie yanks and richie has to put his feet on the corners of the frame to keep from being pulled into the darkness. Eddie leans in and Richie can smell the rot on his breath the claw digs deeper blood running down his arm. As eddies smile grows wider than it should sludge sprinkles their arms.

“They are right about you richie. Your disgusting, diseased, better off dead. They wouldn't even care once they knew what you were.” The eddie whispers and theirs giggling from behind both of them Richie can feel the tears rolling down his cheeks and sob stuck in his throat. Eddie pulls him closer richie can feel him breathing the icy breath on his ear. Richies nearly loses his foot placement as he slides on the sludge or his blood maybe both. 

“You’re Rotten Richie inside and out” 

Eddie laughing quietly pulling back still with the smile now the teeth are sharper the eyes yellow and theres a hint of red on the tip of his nose as he just laughs. Richie squeezes his eyes shut as he pulls harder than ever his flying open as he flies back landing on his ass. He quickly stands nearly slipping on the blood head snapping back to the closet to find it empty nothing but dusty cleaning supplies He doesnt think twice before bolting out of the school voices calling out after him in the winding hallways whispering “rotten richie” He runs past the bowers gang as they call after him. He doesn't stop till he's halfway across town in his house. Leaning against the door trying to breathe to think to do something. He finally feels the pain from his arm and decides the best thing to do is at least wash it. His arms had become caked with dried blood. He runs it under the facute hands still trembling as the red water runs off. 

He takes his glasses off so he can splash water onto his face as well and stays there leaning against the sink. Until he remembers the story beverly told them and quickly grabs a towel to wipe his face pushing his glasses back on his face to better examine his arm. He almost screams. There on his wrist where it had its claws in him are three holes dug deep he already knows they'll scar. Thats not what makes him nearly throw up no. The placement of them is just enough to everyone else look like three random holes you could get from anything. But richie knows it wants him to remember what happened and now he has a permanent reminder. He runs his finger slowly between each dot tracing out the letter.

R 

hfjkdsh sorry this got wrong and its not that great but i really love the idea of it giving richie a nickname like to hint at how scared richie is to being well wrong and i mean why not rotten richie it was idk this grew into something way bigger than i thought but i hope at least some part of this is good jsfhjs

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Eddie and Buck Costumes!!!

Ok mini costume thing!! I’m totally going to run out of posts tonight so its alll getting put in one post!! I’m totally normal I swear!

Eddie

patch theory - Eddie’s patches are not frayed at all in those scenes - but that’s cool because they wouldn’t be - the job while not satisfying to him in any way isn’t putting him in danger - so it’s not playing into that part of his psyche - in that it’s not directly contributing to his breakdown - because he’s doing it for Christopher - he’s safe so that aspect of his worry is over - the job is not what is making him unravel!!

Eddies colour palette appears to have been reduced down to black, white and  grey - those are the only colour tees we’re seeing him in that clip - there is literally no colour left in his world - other than the blue of his uniform - and when you’ve reduced your world down like that and your job isn’t fulfilling - well we all know how its going to go - on the floor sobbing! They are also slightly over sized - the life he’s now living doesn’t fit him and its sucking the life out of him, the fact that they’re a bit looser on him is designed to show a bit of weight loss - a symbol of depression, but also if al he’s got is a treadmill then he’s going to be getting leaner - loosing the conditioning that he gets from weightlifting as part of his firefighter life - getting that conditioning back will be a bit like the mental journey he’s about to go through!

all of those tees are new tees - symbolic of new era (they haven’t been broken down to make them look lived in and wardrobe would normally do) - they are fresh out the packet crisp (think about the one in 2x07 when he gets dressed after sex with Shannon - stretched out and worn looking!) but them being so new and crisp is also a sign of Eddie trying to re-invent himself as this new ‘safer’ not at risk person.

Sweat - he is working hard at going nowhere - a nice little touch!

Buck!

I have a couple of things about Buck - Hello white jumper - that is clearly meant to be the one Taylor got him for Christmas - hilarious that she went with the white - she has literally doomed her own relationship - because Buck wearing it - sorry I’ll just be over here laughing hysterically to myself 😂😂😂

then we have the little video that Oliver posted - I know that @loveyourownsmiilee has been getting asked about it and I have a couple of asks in my inbox about it too from Nonnies and @lovecolibri - I have many thoughts - hello white shirt theory, hello tsunami arc throwback and 2x08 throwback (you know that conversation Buck has with Madney about them dating when not dating??!!👀👀👀) Also hello Buck being back in bright colours and one last thing - hello corduroy! - its the gift that keeps on giving - all in 15 seconds!! 

I made this post about Bucks previous wearing of corduroy - but the jist of it is that the nap of corduroy only goes one way - it only feels comfortable to brush it in one direction or it feels like you’re fighting it - therefore there will only be one path for Buck to take in whatever scene he’s in when wearing that shirt. If he also happens to have grey trousers on then we call all expire at the parallels to the tsunami!! He is definitely wearing a jacket that is going to be a similar cut to a denim jacket. the reddy colour is interesting - it looks similar to the one from the other bts photo that Oliver posted (I also talk about it in that post I linked above!) but that colour essentially means - emotional intensity, willpower, courage, rage, anger, determination, wisdom, reliability, confidence and stability. Honestly all the possibilities with that costume has me spiralling a little!!!

[ghostnebula]

So I was thinking abt the Swan Eddie AUs again & I remembered the OTHER fairy tale prominently featuring swans. I submit to you, Eddie and the Six Swans, (very) loosely based on The Seven (or 13) Swans. Basically, Sonia gets mad that her son has a life outside of her, and decides to curse his friends into swans. Eddie catches her doing it w/o her realizing, & manages to find out how to break the curse. Realizing that he's not safe in her house & she'll def stop him from breaking her curse, (1/2)

(Eds & 6 Swans 2) Eddie decides to run away. His friends don't ACTUALLY have the minds of wild animals, thank god, so they're much more helpful than Sonia hoped. Given that Eddie has to make 6 shirts out of nettles, while under a vow of silence, and do it in a certain amount of time (the original tale said six years, IDK how long it takes to sew a shirt by hand, or if Eddie would need to), this is extremely lucky for Eddie. Eventually he DOES finish all 6 shirts, undoing the spell.

(Eddie & the 6 Swans postscript) Also once they're all human again, Reddie happens. Obviously.

Hey nonnie where's the fic. I love this sm. The loyalty and dedication to his friends??? Peak Eddie characterization. He'd do anything for them.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

okay but srs question, what tropes do you like reading and writing??

Hmmm. That’s a good question nonny. In no particular order...

THERE WAS ONLY!!! ONE!!! BED!!!

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES (OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES)

Mutuaaaaaaal piniiiiiiiiing that they both think is unrequited delicious DELICIOUS I SAY

Idiots to lovers. I love me some good goddamn genuine idiots. I love that the most popular ships I’ve seen on tumblr lately, like Reddie and Ineffable Husbands and Geraskier, are prime examples of just pure Dumbassery at play.

“I didn’t realize how kinky I was until we started getting sexy and wow spank me again.”

Non-sexual intimacy, like patching someone up or giving a massage or cuddling or helping an injured person shower or or or THE LIST GOES ON.

“Five times they almost kissed and one time they did” “Five times they shared a bed without having sex and one time they had sex but not on a bed” etc.

FAKE DATING FAKE DATING FAKE DATING FAKE DATING FAKE--

I am a firm believer in the Inherent Eroticism of Sparring With One’s Rival.

IT’S ALL ABOUT THE HANDS the rituals are intricate I know I know they’re intricate

That trope where one of them realizes how well the other knows them through little things like recognizing a nervous tick or getting a food order right etc.

Friends to lovers hmmmm slow buuuuuurn

monsterfucking

Some of these I like to read more than I like to write - I’ve written very few 5 + 1 fanfics, for example. But generally I like to read and write the same things. Oftentimes I end up writing something and being frustrated that it’s not as good as the way others have written it, or I’m writing it because I want to read it, or I’ve gained inspiration from certain fanfics or writers that I’ve really loved.

I’m sure I’m forgetting some but that’s a pretty good list of what tropes I like to read/write!

[thepagemistress]

early morning cuddles? reddie? please?

Hi nonnie! You didn’t specify which version you wanted so have a twofer!

1989

Richie stirred awake, blinking into the blurry darkness of his basement. Reaching a hand above his head, he scrabbled for his glasses, mashing them onto his face. The sun was barely even up yet, there was no reason for him to be awake. So why the hell was he?

He’d invited the Losers over for a sleepover; movies and snacks galore! The sugar crash kicked in around midnight and they all passed out not long after. Bev got the air mattress, Ben and Stan managed to share the couch, Mike and Bill had cultivated a nest of cushions as the night progressed and Eddie…

Richie was suddenly very aware of the solid weight pressing against his chest. And, now that he focused on it, his stomach, hip and shins.

Sparing a glance down, he could just make out the top of Eddie’s head, buried as it was against his sleep shirt. He looked away again almost immediately, glaring at the ceiling as he clenched his fists together, one at his side, the other propped under his head.

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t stop his heart from pounding in his chest, so fast he was sure Eddie must have been able to feel it. But Eddie didn’t move. Just let his shallow warm breaths ghost over Richie’s shirt like it was nothing. Like it wasn’t causing him to almost vibrate out of his skin.

Oh, how Richie had imagined this. How amazing it would be if the casual touches they shared could just turn a fraction softer, could say something louder. Sometimes he would even allow himself to imagine a kiss, light and gentle, shared under a blanket, away from the world and its judgement. But he would never. Not to Eddie. Eddie wouldn’t want that.

Richie sucked in a breath as Eddie shifted minutely, his cheek rubbing against his chest, foot hooking around his ankle. Richie wanted to curse but was too afraid of waking him and breaking the moment. Perhaps he could have this. Just a little glimpse into an alternate reality where he could have this.

With great care, he moved the hand from behind his head and lowered it to settle on Eddie’s hair. When he showed no signs of waking, Richie gently began carding his fingers through it, eyes starting to fall closed again at the soothing motion.

Until.

“Richie?”

The quiet, sleepy sound had Richie freezing, suddenly on high alert. His hand hovered just above Eddie’s head, his eyes boring holes into the ceiling.

“Rich?”

The voice was clearer this time, more awake. And more anxious too. It was that that caused Richie to glance down, making eye contact with Eddie’s whose own gaze was wide and more attentive than it had any right to me just moments after waking.

Richie knew he should make a joke. Play it off, like he always did. Wake the others, give himself some kind of barrier. But the silence dragged on, as did the staring contest. Until Eddie huffed a small breath, eyes darting away before he lowered his head again and curled closer into Richie’s body.

“It’s fine,” Eddie muttered, the words muffled my Richie’s chest.

Richie blinked, swallowed so he was sure his voice would work. “Yeah?” he asked, breathless.

He felt Eddie nod against him, fingers flexing in the shirt from where he’d placed a hand onto his stomach. Richie couldn’t tell if the heat he could feel in his chest was coming from him or from Eddie’s face. He didn’t care.

Instead he just lowered his hand back to Eddie’s hair, letting his eyes fall closed to the evening out of Eddie’s breaths.

2016

“Quit staring at me, creep,” Eddie said, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“Well, someone thinks they’re worth watching while they’re asleep.”

Eddie bit back a smile. “No, I just know you and your perverted ways.”

“Ha, well, joke’s on you cos I can’t see shit.”

Eddie blinked open one eye to find Richie on his side, staring at him sans glasses with a disgustingly soft grin on his face. Eddie still wasn’t used to that look, still kind of wanted to hide from the openness of it, the honesty. He forced himself to maintain eye contact.

“Hm. Well, maybe you should get closer then,” he said.

Richie raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?” He shuffled himself an inch closer. “Like this?”

“Little more.”

Another inch. “This?”

“Almost.”

Another shuffle. “Now?”

“You afraid I’ll give you cooties?” Eddie asked, hooking a leg around Richie’s hip and dragging them flush together. Richie let out an undignified yelp, going crosseyed as they bumped noses. Eddie smirked as Richie blinked at him, shell-shocked.

Richie cleared his throat. “Babe, you could have all the cooties in the world and I still wouldn’t turn down this mouth.”

“Gross,” Eddie said with a dopey grin as he leaned in, claiming a lazy kiss, morning breath be damned. (No tongue though because, well actually, morning breath.)

Eddie let himself get lost in the slow, gentle kisses when he felt something land on his head. Opening his eyes, he realised Richie had pulled the sheet over their heads. Just as Eddie was about to make an asinine comment, he noticed the earnest yet somehow embarrassed look on Richie’s face and bit his tongue, forcing the words back down his throat. At Eddie’s curious expression, Richie just shrugged. “Just something I thought about sometimes,” he said and he didn’t need to elaborate.

Eddie pressed another kiss to Richie’s lips before tucking his head under his chin and curling into him. He felt Richie’s fingers trail up and down his back, barely even flinched as they traced the knot of scar tissue spiderwebbing between his shoulder blades.

“What time is it?” Richie muttered and he sounded close to sleep again already.

“Early,” Eddie replied, pretty sure he was somewhat accurate. It was a Saturday, what did it matter? “Go back to sleep. You’ve been up late writing for days, you need those eight hours,” he said around a yawn of his own.

He felt the rumble of Richie chuckle more than he heard it as he pressed a kiss to Eddie’s hair and said, “Whatever you say Dr. K.”