#remember me reddie fic

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WHY MUST I ALWAYS GET INTO THE SADDEST FUCKING SHIPS WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS TO MYSELF

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I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar

Alexia Putellas x Explorer!R

8.5k Fluff, Fun, Minor Angst

Hi Guys,

This is pt4. in the 'I Would Climb Every Mountain With You" otherwise known as Explorer!R Universe. TW: description of killing an animal.

Highly recommend you read those 3 first, as this is entrenched in lore. Pt 1 can be found here.

It's developed from an ask I received from @karsonromanoff so thank you so much for the idea! I hope I did it justice and I'm sorry for the delay and the words. ha.

This is the first time I've written since my dad died. I'm not being emo or heavy about it but I am asking to please, be kind. I know there's nice people out there but often they're drowned out by the loud haters.

So throw us a comment, like or reblog if you enjoyed. I'm just trying to get back into something that brought me joy. I know I enjoyed writing it.

Also, may be weird for a fic about a spanish gay footballer, but you probably need a good working knowledge of Bear Grylls to understand 80% of this. ha.

As has become tradition, here's the song running though my head when writing! Yes, my music taste remains to be that of someone born in 1962. God love Helen Reddy.

“Vamos Ale! I don’t like to make Miguel wait…” you shout from the kitchen, bag resting on the countertop as you try to fix your bracelet with your left hand,

“Deja de preocuparte, a él no le importa, I will be one minute…” you head called back from the bedroom where your wife had been getting dressed for 2 hours now.

Yes.

Your wife.

Sometimes you couldn’t believe it.

Sometimes the weight of the band on your finger catches you by surprise and you’d remember.

Sometimes Alexia would place her hand on your bare thigh and you could feel the cool metal on your skin and you’d remember.

Sometimes you’d get called “Mrs Putellas” at a school talk, or at the Doctors, and you’d remember.

It felt so natural that sometimes you’d forget that you weren’t always Alexia's wife.

But now you are. And had been for almost 6 months. And married life couldn’t have suited you more.

Your wedding ring was your new favourite accessory, you never took it off.

In a fire you would save Alexia and your ring.

Maybe even your ring first.

It was embossed with the imprint of grass that Alexia has been collecting from each pitch of each game she had played in since you had met. The intricate design brought tears to your eyes as soon as you saw it. Made even worse by the inscription “’cause you are my goal”. 

You would be embarrassed if Alexia hadn’t cried like a toddler when you presented her with the ring you had made for her, which had rock from each of the 7 peaks you had scaled, as well as a granule of sand from the Dead Sea set within it. Integrated into the metal, visible but smooth to the touch. 

The inscription 'every mountain high, every valley low' on the inside of the band.

You knew you’d done good and you knew your Ale well enough to anticipate the absolute mess she would be when presented with it, ensuring you had a pocket full of tissues for the inevitable waterfall.

You weren’t wrong.

You had to assure a passing couple on the trail you had chosen that she was fine, not having a medical incident and you were definitely not mid break-up but in fact exchanging wedding bands early because you knew your fiance well enough she didn’t need her teammates to witness this much of her soft side.

Though you tried, they still saw enough on your wedding day to tease her for the last 6 months with no sign of slowing down.

Though right now your wife's behaviour was nothing but unexpected. You had agreed to attend one of Alexia's events this evening. Since getting married you had felt more of a duty to attend and make up for the years you’d left her carrying her own handbag whilst you trotted over mountains on the other side of the world. 

She insisted that you didn’t have to. Like she always did. You weren’t one for the fancy dresses and the flashing cameras. But you saw the gleam of hope in her eyes as she insisted she would be fine on her own.

You couldn’t let that sparkle dim.

Also you had to set off for a camp in a few days and you had gotten seriously stuck in the honeymoon phase meaning that an evening without your wife by your side wasn’t something you could stomach.

Not that you would admit to being so clingy.

But it wasn’t like Ale to take so long to get ready, neither of you being particularly fussy, usually she would throw on some light makeup, smack your bum whilst you ate nutella off a knife under the hob light, procrastinating getting ready until she dragged you and dropped you into the ensuite, steal a kiss and a spray of perfume, and wait for you whilst watching old football clips in the living room.

But now, as you still struggled to attach the clasp of your bracelet and you had one eye on the poor Barca driver, Miguel, waiting in your driveway, you started to grow frustrated at your wife's sudden vanity.

You smelt her perfume invading your senses as you felt her arms envelope you from behind, moving your uncoordinated left hand away and easily attaching the clasp of your bracelet for you, pressing a kiss to your neck as she did so.

“Finalmente… Let’s g-...” you spoke as you turned in her embrace, finally taking in her attire which stopped you in your tracks.

“Boobs”

You had suddenly turned into a 14 year old boy and you couldn’t explain it.

You had seen your wife naked hundreds of times.

Hundreds of fantastic times.

But here she stood looking, regal. Her hair falling lightly over her face, her dark sparkly dress with wide shoulders and only what you could describe as a boob portal you had been rendered speechless. Mouth gaping open like a fish.

“...Amor?...” you heard the delight in her voice. “Are you listening to me… my eyes are up here.” she jokingly clicked her fingers in front of your face which took you out of your breast-inspired trance.

“Ale you are so beautiful” you looked deeply into her eyes but you didn’t miss the blush rising from her neck. And you meant it. She was. Wow. 

“Do you like it?” she asked, shyly, “You don’t think it’s too much? It’s just the first event we’ve gone to together since we got married and I wanted to…”

You interrupt her but pressing a kiss to her lips, and, well, if you slipped a little tongue in there then fine. She was your wife after all.

“What? Show the world what they're missing out on? I am so proud to stand by your side, my love.” you whispered into her lips, as you toyed with her wedding band. 

You couldn’t help yourself…”and your boobs are fantastic.” 

She barked out a laugh as you leaned back into where you left off, but she took a step back, her heel clicking against the tile floor, to which you let out an annoyed grumble.

“Oi Oi, Mi Amor. What about poor Miguel, he is waiting, Si?” she teased.

“He doesn’t care… Cálla y bésame.”

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You took a deep breath and leaned back on your chair at the round table you found yourself at. Alexia had been pulled from your side which she had stuck to like glue all evening,  to go and present the final award of the evening which she had just done, very sexily if you do say so yourself. All confident and boob-y.

You smiled, imagining her now making small talk backstage, eyes bored but a smile plastered on her face as she tried to make her way back to your table.

Your other table-mates seemed to take the opportunity of the break in the ceremony to raid the free bar put on by the charity. Which seemed very uncharitable of them. But, as you toyed with the rim of your glass, who were you to judge?

Stomach full from a mediocre-mass produced meal and head happily fuzzy from the bubbles you had consumed you found yourself oddly satisfied as you sat here. In this conference room-turned auditorium in the middle of Barcelona, here, loudly and proudly as Alexia's wife.

Mrs Putellas.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, you felt weirdly grown-up. With your wife, your house, and your business. You blinked and missed yourself becoming so settled and for once in your life you weren’t terrified of the idea.

You saw the glint in Alexia's eye. When Irene and her wife would come round for dinner and bring their kid. She’d surrender all hostess duties and sit on the living room floor, crawling around at the beck and call of whatever imaginary game the 5 year old insisted on. You’d seen her perfect her lion roar in that very spot. It probably matched the glint in yours when you were grocery shopping and a child being pushed in a trolley would go past shoving cookies into the trolley without their Mother seeing.

Maybe, you thought, maybe it was time…

“It is you! I am so sorry to interrupt. I had to come over to introduce myself. I am such a fan…”

You glanced around, expecting Alexia to be standing over your shoulder and smiling politely at the person who had approached your table to meet her… but you were met with blank space and then you engaged your silly brain and realised the person was speaking English and looking at you and…

Oh My God.

It’s Bear Grylls.

“Oh My God. You’re Bear Grylls.” 

You let out. 

Stupidly.

Standing and thrusting your hand out like an idiot to your legitimate childhood hero.

You and your brother would watch his series for hours as children. Sat cross-legged 2 inches from the TV on your living room floor, eating up every second of his adventures. Your mum had to stop you from eating a woodlouse once in your garden because you’d seen him eat a cricket in the Amazon the evening before. Your brother smacked upside the head for trying to drink a cup of his own wee for the same reason.

Now you were a well-seasoned adventurer yourself you knew that all of that was for theatricks. 

You had spent more than 7 weeks wandering the Amazon yourself once, and not one drop of urine passed your lips. Not one 8 legged insect had you gulped down in one.

But still.

Hero.

He took your hand graciously, as you both sat back down you prepared to barrage him with questions but before you could he jumped right in…

“I have been wanting to meet you for years. But my team said you had disappeared off to Spain and couldn’t be tracked down. Please, I've been desperate to know. .. Tell me all about summiting Orjas del Salado…”

So you told him, and you asked him about his adventures, and you chatted for what could have been hours, sharing stories and advice with Bear-fucking-Grylls.

He blushed as you pointed out his for-TV tricks and you thanked him for being a portal into the wider world from your living room.

At some point you felt Alexia return, a strong hand on your shoulder. You paused your monologue about Patagonia and giddily took her hand in yours, introducing them to each other. 

Polite pleasantries exchanged you could tell she had legitimately no idea what was going on or who this middle-aged English guy at your table was, but judging from your excited eyes, she didn’t need to interrupt.

It didn’t take too long for someone from his team to pull him away for an interview with the charity. But as you stood to say your goodbyes he made an offer, “You know, me and the production company are making a special about survival in the Alps… I would love for you to be a guest star.”

You stood there like a gaping fish for a moment. “Really?” you asked, in wonder, your 7 year old self spinning around in glee in your chest. Alexia smiling up at you from her chair at the joy in your voice.

“Of course! I would be honored, it’s especially about how to survive in an Avalanche situation. Obviously, with what happened in Nepal…you are an expert in that fie…”

At that point, Alexia stopped her polite silence she had been maintaining whilst you had your moment with your childhood hero. And abruptly stood, clutching your hand hard in both of hers, stern look on her face.

“No.”

From the look on his face you gathered that this successful upper-middle class white English man had not been told no too often, and a beat of silence followed which Alexia was more than happy to fill.

“Sorry Señor Oso. She doesn’t do snow now. Thank you for the offer though.”

She said it with such finality that even you didn’t think to question it. Her mis-translation brought a smile to your face. Her hands still encompassed yours, her eyes didn’t leave his face. As though daring him to rebuff her.

He looked at you as though to confirm she could answer for you. Of course she could. But you knew this refusal wasn’t just about you, but about her also. You knew the anxiety it would cause her for you to put yourself in that situation wasn’t worth anything on this planet.

Nevermind the trauma it would dredge up for you. So obviously, you agreed.

“Sorry Mr Grylls. Not my rodeo anymore. I’ve got some contacts though who you could work with” you politely confirmed your refusal and felt Alexias hands lessen their grip on yours in relief.

“No, no, of course. Sorry. But no. I would really love for you to be involved in the series. We have an episode about promoting women in outdoor pursuits. It's still on the drawing board, but if you are interested I’ll get our people to liaise with each other!”

“That sounds amazing but… I don’t have any people for you to…”

“Don’t be silly Mi Amor” Alexia interrupts again, hand still in yours and the other expertly reaching into her clutch and pushing a card into his outstretched hand… “We have people. Please, Oso, be in touch.”

Smiling vaguely and confusedly at your wife, still clearly mildly terrified of her, he takes the card as he's dragged away by his handler. He's probably still in hearing distance as you squeal in glee and throw yourself into your wife's arms, making her spin with the momentum.

“Ale, Ale, Ale!!! Do you know who that was….” you exclaim.

She can’t help but laugh aloud at your antics, soft look on her face as she lifts you lightly off the ground to stop your spin.

“Si Mi Amor, ese era el hombre oso de la televisión. Tu favorito.” she replies with a smile on her face, speaking softly, somehow, in the middle of this event where she was the guest star, making you feel as though you were the only person in the universe.

“No.” you corrected “..eres mi favorito.” You sealed your words with a light kiss to her lips, chaste but warm.

“Ah, Si. And you have had some wine. You always get soft after wine.” she lightly rolls her eyes with affection at your gushing over her.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes as you pull her into a soft sway, your childhood hero quickly forgotten now you’re in the company of your wife.

Though the giddiness in your bones from your encounter remains.

“Si the wine.” you agree moving your lips close to her ear as you whisper, breath dancing against her cheek, your hand moves to her chest and you feel her breath falter at your closeness,

“but also your boobs.” and you quickly poke her exposed chest between her breasts before she can stop you, and you move away from her pulling her behind you as you rush off to the bar.

“Amor!” she cackles.

“Vamos Ale! A La Barra!”

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“Estoy Muerta.”

You grumble in complaint into the chest of the warm and moving pillow that you had clearly settled on in the night.

“Shh Ale.”

“Me estoy muriendo y a mi esposa no le importa.”

“You are not dying Ale. You are hungover and over 30”, you mumble in reply, moving away from resting on her chest, the heat becoming too much for your own fuzzy brain.

“Explain to me how that is different.” she doesn’t take kindly to your light chuckle in reply, as you move your hand to cover your eyes from the sunlight starting to bleed through the curtains.

You peek an eye open and see the remnants of your previous night strewn across the bedroom floor.

You take in the glorious dress of your wifes thrown across your chest of drawers. You recall unzipping it with your mouth after making very good use of the boob portal. Much to Alexia's delight.

You had probably taken it a little bit too far at the bar. Your giddiness let your binge-drinking brit out a little too much.

You had a flash of memory at dancing on a table at a dive bar in the town centre, before being brought down by Alba who you had called and demanded come and dance the night away.

Meanwhile Alexia had been in the corner trying to drunkenly explain to Mapi a set of complicated tactics that they should try out at an additional training session in the morning.

“I thought you had scheduled extra training today Ale” you teased after taking in her pasty complexion as you rolled over and settled back down onto your, cooler, side of the bed.

“I hate you.” she replied, quite seriously, as she moulded herself against your back, taking your hand in hers and burying her face into the back of your neck.

“Of course you do, dear, it feels like it.” you tease again, wiggling yourself and making her grumble again.

You rest there for a few moments, before you’re dragged onto your back again and pulled into Alexia's embrace as she moves you around like her own personal teddy bear.

You go with the flow, quite used to your wife's clingy nature, especially when she didn't feel well.

But your silence doesn’t last two minutes before she rolls you over again, now onto your back, “Oh bloody hell, where are we going now.” you mumble, as she rests her head on your chest this time, nuzzling into your breasts.

“me estoy poniendo cómodo.” she mutters into your bosom, “allá. ahora estoy cómodo”. You run your hands through her hair, smiling down at your wife who is practically purring at the attention.

“Bebé…”, you make a noise of affirmation.

“Will you…” you know what she wants, and you know she must be feeling bad if she’s asking for attention.

“Si, my love. voy a trenzar tu cabello. One big plait or lots of little ones?”. 

“The tingly ones por favor” she mumbles into your chest. Your heart expands at her adorableness, never quite learning the English for ‘french plait’ they became known as the ‘tingly ones’ in your household, because of the feeling she would get as you plaited her wet hair after a game, hands working through her scalp. 

It brings a smile to your face and you can see the lovesick smile on hers where it is squished against your chest.

You start to section out her hair as she lies still, your ministrations slowly putting her to sleep, working methodically in the quiet morning.

Moving strand over strand in intricate braids, lightly tugging her scalp and undoing when it's not perfect and redoing, giving her an extra scratch to the soft skin behind her ear when you get there, knowing it's her most sensitive spot. Receiving a sleepy purr in satisfaction as your reward.

You hear the animals from the national park outside, feel the sun starting to warm the room around you. Her chest rising and falling against yours hypnotising you further into the moment. You’ve got grand plans, brunch and a walk along the beach in your mind, maybe a lazy afternoon swim, hold on no. Maybe a lazy afternoon skinny dip. Yeah.

That sounds good.

You’ve almost finished tying off the last plait when you are startled back into the moment by the buzzing of your wifes phone on the bedslide table.

You fight back a smile at the groan that is emitted from your fully grown-pro-athlete-wife.  It resembled that of a teenager who’d been asked to clean their room or no dessert. When she doesn’t go to make a move you nudge her shoulder.

“Ale. Ale, your phone."

“No.”

“Yes."

“No."

“C'mon Ale.” you reach across and pick the phone up. “It could be important. It could be your secret wife wondering where you are.”

She rolls off you at your tease, throwing you a glare that resembles more of an angry kitten than anything, “It could not be, she knows where I am. I snuck out whilst you were dancing on the tables in that last bar to make plans for dinner.”

“Ah, Si of course. My mistake.”

She surges up and gives you a completely unnecessary chaste kiss, as though even the joke is too much and she has to confirm she’s kidding. The phone has stopped vibrating against the bedside table and the silence that settles over you both is welcome.

“How are you so okay? I feel like I have been run over by a truck.” she states as she rubs her face, finally sitting up to start the day.

“You are old.

“I am 2 months older than you.”

“Two, very long, months my darling.” you tap her cheek lightly as you move to get out of bed, throwing on one of her oversized t-shirts you find on the floor.

“Seria, how?” she asks again, now sprawling across the space you have vacated.

“I am English. I once did a vodka shot through my eyeball in the park. I was 14.” you state, plainley, eyebrow raised in challenge as she just looks at you, open mouthed.

“Ojalá no hubiera preguntado.” she mutters, as her phone starts to ring again.

“Ale, phone.” you say, just to annoy her.

“¡lo sé!” you hear thrown at you, as you head downstairs to set some food out for Billy-the-Goat, and make a coffee for your dying wife.

Soon after, you feel her presence behind you as you stir her coffee, turning as you feel her hands wrap around your waist and presenting her coffee and she takes it from you as though it's a ballon d’or. She takes a sip before she presses a kiss to your head.

“That was my agent.”

Your heart drops, and you can’t help the petulant whine that leaves your lips.

“No, Ale! I wanted to spend the day together. Try that new brunch place Alba told us about. Have a swim, just be together. Whatever brand needs you can wait. Tell them no, please” you finish your little monologue with a pout, and you feel a childish frustration rise as a laugh teases against her lips.  You don’t get very far when a kiss is pressed against your lips.

“Well that sounds like the perfect hangover cure Mi Amor. Do you not want me to tell you what it is before I tell them no though?” there's something in her taunt, a glint in the eye that makes you think twice as your mouth already wraps around the refusal.

You take a moment too long apparently, and she takes things into her own hands as she clutches her coffee happily and spins around, “I’ll tell them no! Don’t worry Mi Amor…” teasing lilt in her tone. Whatever the news is, it has pulled her from her hangover.

You wait a beat

Another.

“Fine, What is it!” you groan out in defeat, hands raised to the sky, Alexias t-shirt riding high on your thighs as you raise your arms.

Your wife turns and is distracted momentarily by the flesh on display. Before you cough and she remembers what she's supposed to be doing. Coy smile on her face returning.

“That was my agent…” you huff out at her drawing out the anticipation. “Or should I say our agent.” your brow furrows in confusion as she continues… “she has been contacted by a muy interesado oso.”

Realisation starts to dawn on you, memories of the previous night flashing in your mind and you can’t help the grin that forms.

“Si, Mi Amor. It turns out he really meant it. She said they were willing to offer anything to get you on. She’s getting the details now and will contact us again after our day together today to see if you are interested”.

“I am interested!” you exclaim with glee, Alexia throwing her head back in laughter.

“I know Amor, but let's let them sell it to you. You need the details. Though… I am sure it is no more dangerous than ojos de vodka.”

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“Hola, love!” you shout into your empty hallway, hands full of groceries, you shuck off your trainers, hearing them thump against the wall as you struggle into the kitchen.

Tonight was the premiere of “Man Vs Woman” , the special episode of your and Bear's adventure. After the offer was made you met with the TV production company via Zoom to go through ideas.

You pretended you didn’t know Alexia was standing just outside the door to your study, listening and clearly deciding if she thought it was too dangerous or not. At least that's what you deduced from her interrupting with a cup of tea every time a particularly hairy idea was mentioned.  

When you brought this up with her you pretended you didn't see her blush creeping up from her neck. Because you’re her wife and it was the wifely thing to do.

The concept was a really cool one. You were excited from the start. The idea was that you and Bear would both be dropped in an inhospitable environment with a map and a knife and nothing else. Neither of you would be told what type of environment but you had assurances in your contract that it wouldn’t involve snow. You had 28 days to get to the muster point. Whoever got there first won.

Simple.

Convincing Alexia it was really cool. Less simple.

“Amor what if there are animals!”

“I know how to avoid dangerous animals. And there will be a medical team on standby,”

“What if you fall and cut yourself on your knife."

“What if you get tackled and break your leg?”

“That's different. What if you lose your map and can’t find your way out and you have to live out there forever”

“I will always find my way back to you.”

“What If-”

“Ale.”

You stopped her rambling with a kiss and when you pulled away you looked deeply in her eyes.

“Que pasa I miss you too much?” eyes wide and vulnerable.

There we go. Her real source of anxiety.

You had spent more time apart than most couples but since you scaled down your travels you had fallen into a sweet domesticity you could admit was a struggle to pull yourself from. 28 days plus the week before to get to the location is longer than you’d like. But it was an adventure of a lifetime. Maybe… maybe your last adventure? The thoughts had been creeping in more and more recently.

Of early mornings chasing more than sunrises, maybe rising due to a baby's babble instead?

You’d made sure that Alexia really knew how much you’d miss her the night before you flew out. On reflection maybe you should have rested your muscles a little more before such a physically demanding month but. Be serious. Look who your wife was. 

You are not God's strongest soldier.

So, off you had gone. Competing against your childhood hero for all of womanhood. And you couldn’t lie. You loved it.

Being blindfolded and dropped in an unknown location was exhilarating. Learning the land as you went, with only a map and a knife in hand it was one of the biggest challenges of your life.

The team had made good on their promise and the tropical rainforest you were in couldn’t be further from a snowy mountain range.

You’d refused to let anything slip to Alexia in the 3 months you’d been back. Lips tightly sealed no matter what she tried. You wanted her to be surprised and watch it in real time with you. In all the games you'd attended since you had to deal with an injured Mapi yapping your ear off whilst you tried to concentrate on the game, probing for hints about if you won, what you won, where you were, if you wrestled a snake, how big was the snake you’d wrestled.

“Maria stop with the snake!” you’d finally snapped during the tense quarter final of the Queen's cup.

Which had worked.

For all of two seconds.

“What did the snake taste like?”

You’d originally planned to go home to England with Alexia to watch the premier with your family. But then a schedule mess-up in the league had meant that Ale had to play in a rescheduled game the day after the premier. It just didn’t work for her to come to England.

She insisted you still go, but you refused. You wanted to watch her game. And you knew she’d need you when the show was on. Even if she didn’t know that yet.

You started to unpack your groceries mindlessly, you’d picked some great snacks for the evenings viewing, you suddenly were hit with how suspiciously peaceful your house was, though, you were sure you’d seen Alexia's car in the drive.

“Ale! Love!, ¡Estoy en casa! Come help me unpack!” You shouted into your empty kitchen, back turned to your living room, you had a few hours before the show was on air, “I got that ice-cream you like! I know it gives you a tummy ache sometimes but don’t worry, I'll rub your tummy how you like afte…”

“Amor!”

You turned around at the panic in her voice, “Wha–”

“SURPRISE!”

Ale stood in your living area, face reddening, surrounded by her closest Barca teammates as well as Mario, his ever pregnant wife and his kids, your mum and brother as well as Eli and Alba. Everyone comically in paper party hats and some lop-sided bunting was up above your couch,

“HOPE YOU BEAT THE BEAR SNAKE!” it read, and you immediately knew who was on the decoration committee.

You jumped in surprise, dropping the ice cream and immediately ran into your mum's open arms, “Mum! You’re here!” you squealed into her neck, hiding the tears that had appeared in her presence.

“I am, love. Alexia literally wouldn’t let us refuse the flight. She pretended she didn’t understand English when we tried to at least pay for it. And you know I have a 265 day streak on duolingo but my accent must need work because she didn’t understand my Spanish.”

You pulled yourself from her neck with a wet laugh and transferred yourself into your wifes open and familiar strong arms. “Aleeee” you whined. She knew you meant thank you. And I love you. And you mean the world to me. But you were too British to do that infront of people.

“You need to stop pretending you don’t speak English when you don’t like what you hear.” you muttered without malice after placing a kiss below her ear.

“I know amor. I love you too. And your family needed to be here for your big moment! You couldn’t miss this with them because of me. And then also. Mapi happened and now we’re having a viewing party! There's a cake!”

“And Ice Cream Ale! Don’t worry, I’ve saved it! Though we don’t want your barriga to hu-” Mapi stands the space you'd just vacated holding up the abandoned and slightly battered carton of ice cream. She's stopped from her gleeful teasing by Ingrid covering her entire face with one big palm.

“We wanted to be here to support you.” Ingrid interrupted her girlfriend, addressing you kindly.

“We all did!” you hear from Alba in the back, already tucking into the buffet set up on the coffee table, paper hat skew-whiff on her head. You have never felt so loved. It was perfect.

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“So, when are you going to tell her you’re ready for them?”

You are brought out of your daydream by Ingrid sidling up to you and addressing you with her familiar soft lilt.

“Huh?”

She doesn’t reply vocally, just nods her head towards your wife, who is currently having a very intense game of 2v2 in your garden with 2 of Marios youngest and Mapi.

The kids little legs making them toddle around after the small ball adorably, Mapi and Ale giving soft touches they would easily catch up with.

You can’t help but laugh out loud as Ale takes Mapi by surprise and takes a shot against her hard, the ball catching her bare thigh in a manner which must have left a sting much to the small Spaniard's disdain.

Her and the two kids start to chase Alexia around the garden, dramatically tackling her as she suddenly becomes some sort of football monster, rolling around and blowing raspberries on their stomachs as Mapi cheers her toddler army on from the sidelines.

You feel another knock against your arm, dislodging your hand which is supporting your head as you lean over the breakfast bar facing the garden. Lovesick looks clearly on your face, going off Ingrid's coy smile.

“You know, barn. Kids. Munchkins…”

“Yeah, Yeah I get it Ingrid…” you steal another look outside at your more-often-than-not-stern wife getting grass stains on her comfy shorts for the entertainment of your best friends' kids, suddenly you feel like being really really honest. You turn to Ingrid with a shy smile of your own, “soon.”

Her face lights up, teeth on display unable to disguise her smile. “Yeah?” she asks, before turning to look towards the garden, “Me too.”

You smile to yourself and drop your head onto the dark haired girl's shoulder, you both taking a moment to watch your partners play with the kids. The moment is ruined by your mum mussing up your hair on her way past,

“Come on Love, we need to wrangle these last-minute spaniards, it starts in 10 minutes!”

She had a point to be fair. A very chaotic 8 minutes later you practically push Eli into her seat on the couch after she tries to get another plate full of food for Mario’s wife, “¡Está llena de Eli! ella esta embarazada no tiene hambre!” you cheekily remind her, your wife looking up at you from her place on the floor with tender eyes.

“And you…” you turn your attention towards her as you make your way to your seat, “get up here.” you demand, patting the empty space next to you.

“I’m bueno down here Mi Amor, me and Bruno can watch from down here.” she insists. the 4 year old of Marios nestled on her stomach, her arms wrapped around his sleeping form where he attached himself to her after being forced back inside.

You hesitate for a moment, not watching to make a scene or be too needy in front of all your closest family and friends, but you knew that Ale would need to be within touching distance of you in the next hour. 

You’re about to make your peace with it when Mario glaces your way. You and Mario have worked together for years. Years before you met Ale and the girls.

You’ve battled more than just bears together. Weeks spent isolated in the mountains. And a bond like that means that you can communicate with just a look.

With just that glance he’s up and pulling his toddler into his own burley arms. Bruno remaining in his deep sleep through the change.

“I’ve got el monstruo Ale. Go sit with your wife."

She doesn’t need any more direction, the small interaction is subtle and missed by everyone, except your brother who sends you an exaggerated puppy dog look.

“Fuck off” you throw at him, finger in the air, quickly grabbed by Alexia, “Hey, I thought you wanted me to sit here!” she teases, sending your brother a wink.

“Stop ganging up on me…!” you’re about to protest further before you’re shushed by Mapi, of all people, sitting on the floor between Ingrid's legs who sits on the couch above her. “It's about to start!”

She has a point, a familiar British accent fills the living room, Spanish subtitles appearing on the bottom of the screen for the Spanish contingent. Bear’s voice is as dramatic as ever, long sweeping scenes fill the screen of intense jungle, a crocodile and an action shot of a snake thrown in for good measure.

“Serpiente!” Mapi shouts, pointing at the screen, before Ingrid hushes her and pulls her back against her legs. 

           “We all know by now that humans are masters of the jungle. But the unanswered question remains. Is it the King, or Queen of the Jungle? Find out tonight in Man V Woman.”

The title fills the screen with a dramatic crescendo of music. Your friends and family whooping as though it's the champions league final. Alexia barely contains her excitement next to you. You had been steadfast in your refusal to tell anyone the outcome.

The next shot is a recognisable one, the sound of trees being hacked with a machete accompanies a close up of a muddy puddle set deep in the jungle, until the water is disturbed by a ever-familiar battered boot stomping in the puddle, blaugrana laces pulled tight, as proudly as ever.

This prompts another wild round of jeering from the crowd around you as the camera pans out and reveals your full profile as Alexia places a loving kiss onto your shoulder, “That's my wife!” she shouts, proudly, making you laugh. 

Bear's voice over continues as you pull Alexia's hand into yours, half pulling her on top of you, she gives you a peculiar look, this being more PDA than you would usually allow in front of your English family, but she goes with it, too full of pride to be worried otherwise.

As the voiceover continues, highlights of your career flash across the screen to introduce you to the audience.

Mountains in Peru, Arctic Explorations, Treks across Siberia, all flash across the screen, mixed in with childhood pictures your mum must have supplied painting a picture of your career so far and your expertise in your career.

The music turns more dramatic as you shift uncomfortably, being the only one to realise in the room what's about to happen.

A picture of you smiling with Arjan at the peak of Everest, ice picks raised proudly in the air. You feel Alexia stiffen on your lap, ever so subtly. Stock footage of snow hurling down a mountain as Bear describes the avalanche you got trapped in.

He gives out stats and figures to heighten the drama… “your chance of survival drops 3% every minute you are trapped after the first 15 minutes… being trapped for 2 days… our guest star did the unthinkable…”

The room is bathed in a white light as the screen changes. Camera shaky and audio changing to the shouts and heavy breaths of whoever the body worn camera is strapped too. “Yahām̐, Yahām̐, she is here!”

The camera catches Arjan digging desperately, it's clear now the camera is strapped to a rescuer on the slopes of Everest, the TV production company having access to the footage through a sister company who were filming a documentary about altitude rescue at the time.

It shakes as the man helps dig, grunts of exertion as the spade digs desperately. A flash of colour and your snow suit is revealed, face pressed up against the rock you had found shelter near.

Arjan clears snow from your face desperately and puts his head close to yours, “She’s breathing!” he pulls you up and your hand, satellite phone frozen in place, falls from the side of your ghostly white face as the camera fades out.

The whole segment couldn’t have lasted more than 32 seconds. But it had felt like time had slowed. You could feel from her placement on you that Alexia hadn’t taken a breath. Her eyes remained wide as she stared at the screen.

There was a heaviness in the room around you. 

The voiceover continued, explaining the challenge to the audience but the silence continued. Eli glances at her daughter worriedly, every few seconds.

Just as you thought the tension couldn’t get any more intense… “That's what Alexia looks like when she visits England for Christmas and mum won’t let us put the heating on.” your brother jokes, awkwardly, a crooked smile on his boyish face. 

The room is silent, your mum hiding a smile behind a hand only you notice. He goes to speak again, probably to apologise when-

Alexias' laugh shocks even you, bubbling up from deep within her chest. She closes her eyes, a stray tear escaping at the pressure. Laugh still rumbling deep in her chest, slowly the room joins in, as though they’ve been given permission, and soon your in a choir of laughing spectators, your brother blushing deep red at the attention.

“Thank you” you mouth to him across the room, as you wrap your hands around your wife, whos body still shakes with the odd giggle.

He tips an imaginary hat at you in return.

Because he is an idiot.

The challenge begins, unhelpfully, with you throwing yourself out of a helicopter into the rainforest, “Oh Dios Mio” she mumbles, heard subtly under Mapis, “Cool!”.

You press your lips against her shoulder again and mutter into her skin; “I am here, I am warm, I am Safe.” Like a mantra, you feel her nod and grip your hand tighter.

The thing about being in the environment completely opposite to an avalanche inducing mountain range, was that it was hot. Hot and wet. The camera follows both you and Bear as you struggle through the elements seperatly, deciding when to camp down and preserve energy and when to try to gain more miles.

Bear goes hard, and Mapi looks up at you aghast as you decide to build a shelter and bunker down for seven days straight. The heat zapping any energy you had.

“What are you doing! It's a race!” she exclaims, to which you laugh and zip your mouth closed with your fingers, cocking an eyebrow at her as she eagerly looks back towards the TV like a small child.

You spend two days collecting water and, seemingly, according to Mapi, wasting time cutting palm leaves and collecting bark to make twine. Meanwhile Bear is hacking down trees, making spears out of sticks and rock and throwing himself at seemingly anything that would give him a bit of protein on the move.

You’ve ridden yourself of most of your clothing due to the heat. Smothering yourself in mud from the riverbank you were camped next to, you explain to the camera its sun-cream qualities and how it’s safer than clothing as it also protects you from dehydration. 

All the while you weave and weave and weave your leaves together, quietly, assuredly.

You explain to the camera; “I am a master weaver. My wife likes it when I plait her hair. Alot. She’s cute. Sorry Ale.” you wink at the camera as your wife groans on your lap and  her teammates start to tease her, “Amor! Why!”

“Now. Let's see how this works!”  you grin and pull up a large basket to the camera.

The screen shows you scantily dressed, boots safely on a rock in the background, in the river, moving twigs into position to make a run for the fish to swim directly into your basket.

You explain the contraception, set some bait and say your goodnights to the camera, crossing your fingers for a full basket in the morning.

Cheerful music begins as the camera fades back into your campfire, fish on a stick roasting and cooking heavenly, your muddied but smiling face coming into view.

“Bear can eat his roaches and drink his wee. I’ll be here with my fish buffet!” You joke, under your shelter, camera panning to tens of fish in your basket waiting to be smoked.

The next scene shows Bear explaining the protein benefits and the unusual flavours of a witchetty grub as he struggles against the rainstorm. 

The music begins to ramp up. Graphics on the screen showing both of your progress. Bear has made much more progress than you. But struggling physically. He’s developed a terrible case of trench foot but was still making steady progress with his machete.

You chose to travel up the river. Walking along its bed you are able to make more direct progress, but it’s more energy draining wading through water. You have, however, had a relatively strong diet over the last 3 weeks.

You’re sitting on the river bed, tending to your basket of smoked fish you’re carrying with you for energy when you suddenly remain completely stock still. Dramatic music begins. Your head raises subtly and then out of nowhere.

“Serpentine!”

A snake strikes at you from the shallows, clearly after your basket, or you, or whatever it can get its fangs in. You react quickly, crouching down to your knees, keeping a low centre of gravity to keep your balance as your right hand reaches into the shallows.

You and the snake strike at the same time, and you throw yourself to the side as you bash a jagged rock against its head.

The next scene shows you taking a mouthful of grilled snake; “Tastes like chicken!” you joke at the camera. Before popping a piece of charred snake skin into your mouth.

You feel Alexia shudder in your arms.

"I'm never kissing you again" she lies.

Mapi slowly turns around, mouth agape, gobsmacked look on her face. “Snake!” she whispers, in disbelief. “You beat a snake!” You can’t help but laugh and lean over to turn her head back to the TV.

“Told you you’d find everything out tonta.”

The map on screen shows the last day of the challenge, Bear's voice over explaining distances to the muster points, as well as geographical challenges. The screen swaps quickly between the two of you, running, climbing and swimming to where you both believed the finish line to be.

You were making good progress, as was Bear.

A close up of a Brazilian flag on the edge of a waterfall.

A close up of you throwing yourself into the river.

Bear gripping a cliff edge and heaving himself up. The camera shows the bottom of the flag pole as he pulls himself up. The camera pans up. And the flagpole is bare.

The screen changes to you.

Standing, still relatively scantily clad in your battered boots, your hiking shorts cut down to short-shorts and thin vest muddied and holey, fish blood staining your arms,holding the flag proudly up in one arm.

The room around you erupts. “She did it!” “¡Jefe de la Jungla!!!!” “I always knew!”, “She killed a snake!”. You find yourself at the bottom of a pile of bodies as Alexia's teammates celebrate in the way they know how. Which is apparently to throw themselves at you in a pile up.

“That's my wife!” Alexia chants proudly from within the pile, laughing gleefully, all earlier angst forgotten.

The screen goes blank, and the image shows you and Bear embracing, laughing as the voiceover continues; “... at least this time. It's a Queen of the jungle… or should I say. La Reina de la Jungla.” Bear quips, as Alexia groans, forever hating her nickname, and the screen cuts to black.

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It’s hours later, many more plates of food, celebration toasts and questions from Mapi about the snake later. That you're finally in the quiet of your bedroom in your wife's arms.

Your mum and brother are set up in the spare rooms and you have all got plans to meet up with the Alexias family at the game tomorrow before going out for a meal.

Your head is settled on her chest as she plays on her phone above you, struggling to calm down from the evening's events, and as usual, struggling to sleep before a game.  You play with her wedding ring on her spare hand. Feeling the cool metal beneath against her warm skin.

You feel her swipe furiously through her phone, getting more agitated as time passes, grumbles that are not-quite words emitting from her chest.

“Hey. Love.” you sit up and pull her phone away. “What's the matter?”

“Nothing.” she replies, bottom lip out in a pout, pulling her phone back into her hand.

“It’s not nothing. Tell me.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Alexia.” you sigh, “We aren't doing this.. What's got you so…” you look down onto her phone and see. Yourself? It's her tiktok open and you see an edit of the show being played over… “Hot Stuff? Ale. What's this?” you glance at the comments section and see a selection from seemingly anon accounts;  

‘I have never understood Alexia more’, ‘I wonder who calls who capi.’ ,‘Capi, your wife's thighs are bigger than yours’.

“Nothing!” she grabs her phone back from your grip… you arch an eyebrow at her which crumbles her resolve in 3…2…

“Fine! It's all over my TikTok.  The comments about you. The fans have made these edits. Of you! All, wet and… muscley and… nearly undressed.”

“And you…don’t… like me wet, and muscled and… naked? Cause, love, I have evidenced otherwis…”

“Shut up! Of course I do but you're mine!”

Oh. Realisation dawns on you and you can’t help but smile.

“Don’t laugh!” she grumbles. “You’re jealous….” you tease in a sing-song voice. “I am not jealous!” she insists, “It's just… tu eres mio! And these people are all looking at you”.

“I am,” you agree, with a smile. “But, love. Try being married to Alexia Putellas. Maybe you’ll keep your shirt on at games now.” you tease, making her smile and roll her eyes.

Eyes softening as you pull her phone from her grip and plug it in for her. Settling back into her chest, nuzzling against the warm skin you find there.

“I am so proud of you.” she whispers into the now dark room, placing a kiss on your head. The moment became more serious and tender.

“I love you” you reply, softly, the moment feels weighted, and you’re not sure what makes you do it. Maybe it's the adrenaline of the evening, having completed your life's ambition, or maybe it's the wine you drank.

Though, really, you know it's because of the images of your lanky wife curling herself onto the rug in the living room because Bruno had decided she was the world's best pillow again. But you can’t stop yourself.

“Ale. I want to have kids with you.”

Her hand stops its movement in your hair and she rushes over to turn the bedside lamp back on.

“Que?” she breathes out. Hands finding their place softly on your cheeks, a look of urgency in her eyes.

“I want us to have kids. Me and you. I want that with you. Is that something you’re ready for?” you whisper, eyes looking deeply into hers.

“En serio?” she asks, as though she's afraid of the answer.

You nod in response. Moving your hand to wipe away the tears that have appeared on her cheeks.

“Sí, Mi Amor. Quiero eso contigo. Mucho.”

You're both smiling too much to kiss, but you make a good go of it anyway. And as you bury yourself into your wife's arms. Hands roaming and adrenaline of a decision made rushing through your body you can't help but think.

This is the beginning of the biggest adventure of your life. 

[evilbookworm]

Introduction Post

Hi!!! Im a minor!

‼️I TAKE FIC REQUESTS. JUST DROP THEM IN MY ASK BOX! If im not in the fandom or up to the idea, it most likely won’t be answered‼️

⁉️I also take edit requests! Same rules apply⁉️

I go by he/him pronouns and I’m trans (ftm) and gay.

You can call me by my blog name! Or Rowan!!

Profile pic is credit to noodles and tea!

Here are a list of fandoms I’m in:

Stranger Things

It (2017)

The Goldfinch

PJO

Dead Poets Society

Dead Boy Detectives

Heartstopper

Young Royals

and more I can’t remember lol

Avid byler shipper! Also boreo, reddie, and stenbrough my children.

I’m a writer, you can find my ao3 here

Also an artist, but still working on my art style, so I’ll make a blog for it eventually!

So yeah, anyways thanks for reading!

Stanley Uris my love

Original fanart for it here

[bookworm-fangirl1]

What a way (a new years aruden fic)

Aru stepped through the threshold of Arielle’s house. The lights were off and music was blaring from the speakers, Aru didn’t really want to be here but her mother had insisted on Aru being a normal teenager for once. The great K.P. Shah had said “Aru you only get to be a teeenager once! Enjoy it for one night, without anything attacking you!” Aru had argued that she was a normal teenager but then vajra had fallen out of her pocket and started coiling around her wrist. So now Aru was here.

it wouldn’t be the worst, at least aiden was here too. Arielle had invited almost everyone that she knew. Her house was HUGE so Aru had no idea where to look for aiden. She wandered aimlessly picking up a frosted sugar cookie as she walked. Shue suddenly spotted a familiar mop of dark hair. She sneaked up quietly behind him as he was engrossed in something on his camera. 

“BOO!” Aru shouted from behind him.

Aiden jumped, “Shah!” He exclaimed, a small smile appearing on his usually calm and solemn face, “when did you get here, I didn’t think you were coming.” 

“Well, my mom gave me the same speech yours did.” She made a face.

“The one about being a normal teenager?” He sighed and turned to face her fully. “We're both here though… So, what should we do.”

Aru put on a very thoughtful expression and pretended to think for a moment. Then a wicked smile that would’ve made a Disney villain shiver crept on to her lips, “you know wifey… I seem to recall you promising me a dance.”

“Shahhhhhhh! You know I don't dance!” He complained

Aru grinned, “you won't dance with me?” She feigned sorrow, “after I saved your life?”

Aiden gasped, “shah, you did not just play that card!” Hiding shadowfax in a watch he gently took aru’s hand and stared into her eyes, “you are such a troll, shah.” 

Aru stuck her tongue out at him, and he shook his head, laughing. “At least I'm not a snob!” She grinned and started jumping around. 

Aru shah was a woman of many talents… dancing was not among them and Aiden grinned as he watched her try and fail at dancing. Her hair fell out of her loose braid and suddenly aiden tugged on her wrist.

“cmon shah.” 

She stopped dancing and followed him as he led her down a hallway and then up a few staircases, finally he slid open a glass door. 

Aru stepped onto a gorgeous balcony, it overlooked the reddi’s perfect lawn and she looked at aiden, “whoa!”

Aiden nodded “the view is great right? Arielle kept inviting me over when I first started so I did, just once, to be nice. I remember this balcony though.” He smiled, “she stopped when i started hanging out with you.”

Aru laughed, “you still didn’t dance with me yet, aiden.” She threw a leaf at him as his eyebrows raised with the use of his real name, “stop avoiding it!”

“Okay, shah. I give up. I will dance with you, do you even know how?”

Aru’s cheeks flushed, “well… not exactly” she mumbled.

Aiden turned to her and held out his hands, Aru put hers in his, they fit perfectly. He positioned her hand on his shoulder and held the other. Putting a hand on her waist he whispered, “now just step with me.” Aru nodded and tried to follow his movements but she kept tripping and stepping on his toes. “Ok shah, should we try with some music?”

Aru nodded and grabbed his phone which was already at Spotify, typing in the song she wanted she tapped on it and set it down. The time in the order read 11:44.

“Tale as old as time…” started playing from the phone and aiden looked at her pointedly. 

“Shah?”

“that is cultured music right there.” She grinned

“Beauty and the beast?”

“Of course!”

“I should have known.” He said.

He and Aru fell back into the stance they had been at. This time Aru didn’t step on Aiden’s toes. The pair kept dancing as the song looped over and over. Aru evil cackled and aiden sighed going to hs phone to pause the music when he saw the time, 11:59. He checked his watch, 15 seconds till midnight. Aru walked over an he gazed into her eyes… NOW!

“10” he whispered 

aru’s eyes widened, realizing, “9” she replied

“8”

“7”

“6”

the pair counted in unison, “5… 4… 3…2…”

the 1 was cut off by Aru leaning in. Her lips on his, he closed his eyes and buried his fingers in her hair. A few moments later they both slowly pulled away. 

“Happy new year, Aru. Here’s to many more.” He said softly, 

“Happy new year, aiden.” She pulled something out from behind her, his phone! She started playing the ‘friends’ theme song and ran away from his attempts to get his phone back. 

Aiden wasn’t really trying, this was how Aru was and he loved her for it. Still, what a way to start the year, kisses and theme songs.

@telugu-girl-13

[glitteredbubbles]

I thought it’d be fun to compile a list of my current WIPs, so here’s a post for that! If any of these interest you, consider following me here or on ao3 to stay updated :)

Current WIPs:

- The only WIP I have which is actually posted is I Read You for Some Kind of Poem! It’s my sad Anderperry fic where Neil lives but goes off to military/medical school while Todd becomes a semi-famous poet, and it begins when they run into each other way later in their lives. I only have one last chapter to upload and am currently am working on it!

- I have a Reddie fic that’s a WIP rn that doesn’t even have a name, but the concept is that the Losers all forget each other/drift away by senior year of high school instead of after they move away from Derry. As oddly familiar strangers, Richie and Eddie go on an investigation to understand why they have matching scars on their hands. I’m really excited to write this fic since the concept is so fun, but it’s taken the back burner for now since I’m prioritizing my Anderperry WIP.

- I have had a Boreo WIP that I’ve been working on for like three years now that I love, but I haven’t put much effort towards it recently since I kind of don’t remember the book at this point lmao. Once I reread their section in The Goldfinch, I can see myself finishing this and posting it finally!

- I also have a Harringrove fic called Short-Flamed which is technically a WIP since I haven’t finished it, but I’ve lost motivation for it. It will probably remain that way unless someone’s interested or if I’m randomly inspired to close it up.

[multi-fandom-hyperchondriac]

Another thing I just love in reddie fics in like any scenario.... Slight nsfw

Richie: God all my friends are so hot and then there's me... What the fuck happened?

Eddie: *staring at Richie like a five course meal.* I wanna fucking climb him like a tree and either have him wreck me or I wreck him until he can only just about remember his name... Oh fuck look at those shoulders.

Bonus

Stan: *eyes twitching.* I feel a slight disturbance in the air over my two obnoxious friends.

[mothmanismylatehusband]

FOUND!! THANK YOU SO MYCH @sedimentarytree !!!

I need help finding a Reddie fic!!!

I read it a while ago, but im not sure if it’s on Wattpad or ao3

It focuses on wildflowers, specifically Richie picking and drying wildflowers. He makes teas and shit with them, but eventually starts selling them to his Nextdoor neighbor to make into paints. Richie’s parents are neglectful/abusive, so this neighbor becomes a kind of mother figure. Sorry, im kind of rambling, but I remember it was a super good fic and I’ve been searching for it again for weeks!!

Anything helps, please please please let me know if you know anything, or even if you remember reading the same fic

[mywritingonlyfans]

Straps and fun. // Alex Turner X Reader. Smut

prompt: I'm terrible at titles, it's just a pegging fic tbh. and that's thanks to @ohladymoon. (i'm trying to make him sub, please be nice to me, girl, it'll get better soon)

words: 1,3k.

Your mind was becoming aware of it all, not that you thought it was a bad thing. At the moment, Alex had his belly and chest covered in an attractive slimy sheen, which was due to the lube and sweat as well.

 "It's okay, darlin’," he whispered, in such a heavy but sensitive tone, realizing how nervous you were with your shaking hands on him.  

 His face was flushed, sweat running down his hairline, abdomen contracting for nothing much as he focused on keeping himself still with his swelling, conscious of how he was properly bruised and aching by now. 

 Well, on the other hand, you were glad.  

 It was a great experience, and quite a vision for sore eyes, of course.

 "Just look at me, can you do that, babe?" He held your hands to his chest, squeezing his thighs a bit too tight for your sanity. Then, with his needy eyes cherishing you, he pressed his fingers into your waist. 

 "I'm lookin’ at you, Al." He laughed, there hadn't been a minute that you had looked away.        "I don’t want to hurt you." You added, feeling how dry your throat was.

 The way he looked at you in the eyes, not even trying to avoid your body, to the straps scrunching up your hips and ass to your breasts hardening in the face of him, was making you crave repeating something you hadn't even completed yet.

"That's not goin’ to ‘appen, ‘kay?" His fingers tightened around your waist, making you snuggle closer between him.

 You were aching as much as he was screaming on his insides for it.

 Moving up, he cupped your breasts into his hands, taking a quiet moan out of you. "And I need you deeply 'ere, if you haven't noticed," with his hand over yours, he placed your soft one between his legs to feel him better. At that, he bucked a bit, needing to take a deep breath to keep himself contained. “Just go with it, princess, please,” he grinned softly, resulting in you doing the same before sealing your lips to his flushed cheek.

 Following his lead, you nodded, although still apprehensive.  

 He held his breath as you ran your thumb over his length, gently but with extreme ease due to the amount of lube you had smeared over him,  literally all over him, you could see his chest glowing and you didn't know if it was just sweat or not.

  "Okay, but you need to let me know if I'm hurtin’ you or if you need me to pull off, fine?" You held his hips, ready for it.

 "Aw reddy, I told you it's fine, pup. Just go on, please." He leaned his arms over his forehead, eyes still all over you. 

 He smiled at the sight of your bright face, taking him in a single glare. 

 "God, I think, I, huh, I think I like it." He relaxed his body, feeling you replacing the pillow under him to make himself better for you.  

 He doubted that was the best position, but he wouldn't deny that the idea of ​​you pounding into him while your nipples were in sync on top of him was something he was yearning for. Also, he didn't remember ever being this hard before, so you were right.

 "Say it again?!" you asked in your velvet voice, clearly not used to not being in the sub position.

 "Say what, babe?" He closed his eyes tight, not taking the wait any longer, yet not wanting to push you into it too hard.

 "You said please, I want to hear that again." Your voice was steady as your nails trailed a path through the hairs on his chest.  

 You were looking so hot, he figured he could get there just by watching you if he wanted to.

 "Please, princess," he took a deep breath, cock throbbing.  

 You scratched him until your fingers went up to his thighs, he couldn't help but groan at the thought of the shower water making his skin burn later.  He liked you like that, wild and confident. "I need you so badly, I need you to fill me in and mark me as yours, can you do that? Y’know I want that." he sounded hoarse, watching you go a bit weak in front of him. Yet, he raised his knees high as he felt your hips working on him.  

 He was sure that would be good, and so were you, having you fingering him was something the two of you seemed to enjoy, so that would have to be good. "Good," you said, still with a lump in your throat. Letting the lubricated tip act into his body, you continued, " 'Cause I'm enjoyin’ that a lot,” you swallowed, “and I don't wanna stop."

 He nodded, hair falling helplessly over his forehead as he squeezed his lips between his teeth, so strong he knew you’d taste metallic on him.

 Your hips ground into his in slow motion, his eyes closed and then his head was thrown back in a quiet sigh. "Fuck, Jesus."

 "Nice boy, but that's just me, actually." You gripped his pale skin, pulling a few more inches inside him, his legs spread wider. "Is this feelin' good?" You worried, you were only engaged in it because of the ease with which you were gliding through him.  The lube exaggeration had been a good idea but you needed to hear it from him.

 With difficulty, still encouraging you even more, he agreed, "feels so fuckin' good, babe."

 You relaxed a bit, letting yourself be given to the moment. 

 "I know, right?" You pulled out, placing your palms on either side of his head, touching your lips to his salty neck. His nails dug into your back and waist, pulling you further to him. "Calm down, boy. I do the things 'ere."

 He laughed, making you smile too between wet kisses. "So confident, not that I'm complaining, it's quite hot, just also quite right now." He loosened his grip, leaving things to you.

 "Yeah," you whispered, taking a good look at his face as you pushed into him. "You're enjoying every second of it, aren't you?" You kept your eyes level with his, enamored with how they were half shut with his mouth hanging lightly open in front of you.

 He tried to pronounce something but it came out like a stutter, so you intensified it by digging deep into him.  His fingers went hard on your thigh while the other gripped the sheets between his fingerprints, he sounded so fucking good, you were loving it.

 "You're takin’ me so well, babe," you caressed his sweaty, sticky skin. 

 His head was thrown to the side, his breath was shaky as he lost some control of his body.  Holding his hips and ass, you didn't hesitate to go harder, shoving everything into him, just to be pulling it out to the tip and then doing it all over again until you saw he didn't even have the strength to hold you anymore.

 "I won't last longer," he said out of breath.

 "I know," you laughed, a bit stubborn but you actually knew him and had had enough sex with him to know. You slowed down, wanting it to last at least a little longer. "Can you touch yourself for me?" You stood up your torso a little, looking at him as a whole, admiring every mess he was in because of you, unable to help but touch him before his hand did. 

 The base of the dildo was rubbing against you, in such relief that it made you believe you were doing the right thing, in which Alex’s state confirmed it for you.

 His husky growls filled the room, making you do the same in response to him.  You pumped him tightly, squeezing him in your palm, resulting in his stomach churning in such an adorable and inviting way.  Soon, his hand was over yours, following your rhythm as you looked at him who had his eyes faded to such a begging face. "You're doing so great for me, baby boy." You praised, feeling in your hand how your words had an effect on him.  

 Your hips continued to work even if slowly. The friction, given from each time you went deep into him, was providing a delicious consolation to your clit, encouraging you to keep going with it. 

 You let your thumb circle and press his angry tip, intoxicating both your hand and his, before reaching down and wasting minutes patting his balls. "You sound so good to me, babe." You allowed yourself to close your eyes for a moment, lost in the good feeling in you and how you could make his body go up and down while lying so gracefully there.

 "Fuck, darlin’," He bit his lip harder than before, feeling the metallic taste on his tongue.  

 With his stomach tingling, and you filling him up, he found himself with his back arched and his toes curled as he let his hand linger around him as he painted, messing his fingers and chest up in white.

 "God," you whispered wordlessly, just as he was. You slid out, running your hands down his body, going to his belly to collect some of him to yourself, feeling in your skin how good he had got there. "Shiu, it's okay, I've got you." Your expressions softened as you noticed his body trembling, a few tears pooling in his eyes.  

 You pulled his hand away from his sensitive length, whispering that he didn't have to do what you had told anymore, shushing him that he was such a great boy for you.  

 Lying on top of him, you kissed his cheeks and mouth, taking his metallic taste on your lips.   

 "You're still feelin’ good, right?" You arched your eyebrow.  He was half hard against your belly, which was sticky with the mixture of his cum and both sweat.

 He nodded. "Yeah, just tired, I think," you stroked his damp hair, understanding what he had said.  You felt the same when it was the other way around. "But I feel amazing, yeah." He concluded, pressing your body to his but not before squeezing your breasts and making you grunt.

 "So are we doing this again?" He tugged at the straps on your thigh, pulling them out, so you were able to snuggle better against him.

 His stubble rubbed against your nipples as he kissed and hugged you tight, nuzzling his nose into your skin. "Deffo, lil’ one," he turned you on the bed, putting his body weight on top of yours.

 "Huh, what are you doin’, Al?" He chuckled, kissing your cheek and spreading your knees with his.

 "Well, Actually, I'll be doing you specifically, is that 'kay?" His fingers roamed your torso and you held your breath as you watched him gathering some of his juices from his stomach and tip, moving them down to your clit. "Did you hear me, my lil’ girl?"

"Yep," was what you managed to get out of your mouth before you felt his fingers filling you up and heard him mutter about how wet you were just from being inside him for the first time.

 And Jesus, you couldn't wait to have him fucking his fluid inside you.

[its-all-ineffable]

Fandom Focus #43

Oh how things have changed...I even have a whole NEW fandom I'm into, which is coming up first...

Dead Boy Detectives - So I kept seeing stuff about this on here and thought I'd give it a try in a few weeks. And then I got over-excited and binged it all in one night, and OMG SO FUCKING GOOD! What the hell did they put in this show, cause it's fucking addictive. Everyone go and watch it right now! I adore the main four (Crystal, Charles, Edwin & Niko) and their group dynamics and all the ships and...just go watch it!!

X-Men (Cherik mainly) - I don't even remember what started me on this but I'm back on my Cherik bullshit, reading fics and watching edits, and I re-watched First Class (thee BEST X-Men movie in my opinion) and I'm just...so into everything Charles and Erik atm.

Interview With the Vampire 2022 - OMG SEASON 2 IN A WEEK!!! I am so fucking excited, I am bursting. It's going to be such a good season I can feel it in my bones - I am LIVING for it!

Jurassic Park - I've been on one, and been re-watching the first two movies a LOT....just the best movie franchise ever (to me) and I wrote my uni assessment from the POV of the Doe T-Rex in The Lost World. Love the whole franchise but those first two movies just hit different for me.

IT movies - Yeah I did a re-watch of them. Wrote some more of my IT fic. Read a lot of Reddie fics. Massively obssessed with them still.

Young Royals still has it's own lil space carved in my brain! And Six of Crows/Shadow & Bone has a grip too (Jesper and Erik's powers? Kaz and Erik's demeanors? Maybe I need to write a SoC and X-Men cross-over?)

[toziersspaghettihead]

Hii! I love your reddie fics they are so so good! They're my life support lmaoo

Do you have any tips for new writers? I want to get into creative writing and start writing my own fanfics for the ships I love but I feel very nervous. I've educated myself of writing basics, how to tell a story and writing essentials but I still hesitate with actually getting to write something lol.

Thanks! ❤️❤️

Omg it’s so nice to hear from someone who love my reddie works! You’ve made my day❤️

First, let me tell you that it’s okay to be nervous but don’t let any kind of fear or anxiety stop you from writing a fic; even if you end up not publishing it. Sometimes the act of writing it is all you need.

If you want to write for the IT fandom, I can tell you that while it’s gotten much smaller than when I was filling up the reddie tag; the fandom does remain pretty chill and very encouraging!

Honestly I’m not sure what advice I could give but I’ll do my best.

Never sleep on the semi colon; it’s probably my favorite thing when writing.

Also, when writing fanfiction specifically; be careful about what words you’re using. I prefer to write in a third person with a single characters “pov” (as you know if you’re reading my works) but it’s important when writing from a characters perspective to remember their limitations.

Characters like Eddie or Stan will have a larger vocabulary which won’t seem out of place if you use words like “dichotomy” where if you were to use that same word in Richie or Bev’s perspective might throw people off and feel OOC.

Have fun with whatever you’re doing, make playlists, get a Pinterest board & take a lot of time to think if a character *would* actually do something and if it’s in character; then ask why.

Also, something that I do and I know a lot of writers struggle with is the balance between an action and dialogue.

If someone is talking, try having them hold something or even just tapping their fingers to convey *more* than what they’re saying.

The more actions and descriptions of settings builds a better image for a reader (just remember not to add 6 paragraphs of just that, it’s all about balance.)

You’ve got this! Thank you for your lovely ask & feel free to message me at any time ❤️

[endwersed]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by the fabulous @dear-massacre 😘

How many works do you have on ao3?

21 - it would be a lot higher, but I purged all but one of my old Destiel fics back in 2017. They weren't very good, so I can't say I really regret it 🤷‍♀️

What's your total ao3 word count?

319,994

What fandoms do you write for?

Now, just Teen Wolf 🐺

Top five fics by kudos:

Find Your Fire - Reddie (IT)

Clue(less) - Reddie (IT)

Nah, He Didn't - Destiel (Supernatural)

Worst Enemy - Reddie (IT)

as dear as a brother - Sterek (TW)

Do you respond to comments?

Embarrassingly, it's very hit and miss... I want to! I love and cherish every single comment I ever get! But I find the process of replying to comments bizarrely stressful, so sometimes it takes me... a while. And that while might be, like, years. Sorry!!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I genuinely don't have anything with an angsty ending posted; I need my boys to be happy too badly for that. I guess I could say maybe striking out - just because it's not finished yet, and where it is in the story right now is angsty af!

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them have rom-com level happy endings lol. Maybe Clue(less) - it's a childhood friends-to-lovers soulmate AU, so it has all the sap that comes with those particular tropes wrapped up in there.

Do you get hate on fics?

I wouldn't call it hate, per se - but I guess my interpretation of Stiles is a bit harsher/more rough-edged than others I've seen, and some people don't vibe with that, so I get comments telling me they don't like Stiles in my story for XYZ reason.

To be clear - I also don't write Derek as a completely faultless, entirely perfect guy. I also have him do bad (arguably worse, in some fics) things. But for some reason, I don't ever really get the same kind of comments about him!

Do you write smut?

Like, almost exclusively at this point. It's like my brain can't come up with a story unless I'll get a chance to write them fucking nasty in it.

Craziest crossover:

None, they're not really my jam.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

omg yes! years ago! It was this Destiel HS AU I had posted on AO3 (since deleted because it was... not good) and someone posted it onto ff.net and claimed it was theirs. I can't remember if I ever was successful in getting it taken down.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not.

All time favourite ship?

All time is so hard... I do probably have to say Sterek. I shipped them intensely back in 2012, and I ship them even more intensely now. So - yeah. Probably them.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Are we talking real WIP that I've actually made a meaningful dent in? Or just ideas I've put down to paper?

Because I have so many ideas, there isn't enough time to actually finish them all lol. But for fics I have actively started, I'm pretty confident I'll manage to muddle through to the end of all of them, even if it takes a little while.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and smut, I think.

I tend to develop a scene around the dialogue - in that, it's the dialogue that will come to me first when I'm planning the outline, and I'll note it down for when I come around to writing the scene. Then it's mostly a case of refining that dialogue and building the scene with descriptions around it.

I also love smut as character study. It's not just about being horny for them. It's about being horny for their introspection, too.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I don't have the imagination to come up with some of the flowery prose I see and love from other people. I wish I did, but that's just not how my brain works unfortunately!

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I only really feel comfortable writing in languages I'm fluent in. For anything else, I think we all know Google Translate can't be trusted, so I just... avoid it.

First fandom you wrote in?

Harry Potter! Wolfstar all the way back on ff.net <3

Favorite fic you've written?

Oh god, this is hard. Let's go with a Teen Wolf fic, because they're the nearest and dearest to my heart right now.

I think I'd say feels so good inside. It was so much fun to write, and I just love loss of virginity fics so damn much.

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Open tag to anyone who wants a go!

[octoberobserver]

Those Days In Between - Sneak Peek 2

Continued from the Reddie-fucked-during-the-27-years-and-forgot-then-remembered snippet from here

"Eds, does that—does that mean I—did I take your virginity?"

“Virginity is such a bullshit concept.”

“Eddie.”

“Yes! Fine, yes, okay?!” he threw up his hands, accidentally smacking him in the shoulder in the process. “You were the first person I ever slept with. Happy?!”

“Uh, yeah, fuckin’ ecstatic,” Richie shot back, not letting himself linger on that wonderful, devastating piece of information, “‘cause you’re the first person I ever slept with too.”

Eddie’s eyebrows bolted up his forehead.

“But you…girls…?”

He didn’t seem to be able to articulate any further than that, so Richie took pity on him.

“I fooled around with a few in college when I was still friends with Aslan,” he waved a hand, rushing through the explanation as if saying it fast would make it any less embarrassing. “Dated this girl Sandy for a while. She was cool. But we uh never did the whole…enchilada.”

Eddie wrinkled his nose.

“Maybe that’s because you call sex ‘the whole enchilada,'” he smirked before folding his arms and tilting his head. “Aslan?”

“Narnia. Closet. As in deep in it.”

“It was a wardrobe.”

Richie squinted at him.

Eddie squinted back.

“But you…seemed to know what you were doing that first time,” he said slowly as if reframing their entire early-20s encounter right that second.

“Dude," Richie forced a scoff to hide his nerves. "Back then I lived on a steady diet of Mountain Dew and gay porn. I just—it was monkey see, monkey do, ya know?”

He shifted on the couch, hyper-aware of the heat coming from Eddie’s thigh, barely two inches from his.

“So we…lost our virginity to each other then?”

“Seems like it, Eduardo.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah. Huh.”

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

“That sorta…changes things.”

Richie caught his eye.

“It does?”

“...Doesn’t it?”

(Continued)

I'm still working on this if people are still interested...😅 shit, forgot to tag people, my bad! @fandoms-are-gonna-kill-me @gravitykeith @allaboutthedrama @4nemo1egend

my other reddie fics here

[b4adb4tcher]

Reddie Fic Recs

Okay so these are the ones I go back to and reread constantly!! All listed have multiple chapters, impeccable grammar/structure, and RIDICULOUSLY good characterization/dialogue. Theyre also all located on AO3. My obsession is too late for peak fandom interactions so these are what keep my hyper fixation alive.

1. In The Heat Of The Summer (You’re So Different From The Rest) by Kaboomslang

There’s a heatwave in L.A., the first time Richie sees Eddie naked.

Or

One very hot year in the life of two idiots in love, working shit out.

It is so so so so fucking good I can’t stand it. It’s an Eddie Lives AU that is 15 Chapters and 109,525 words of pining and comfort and beauty. Eddie comes to stay with Richie in LA after the events of It Chapter 2. Literally my only complaint is that Stan stays dead however the characterization of everyone and the way the writer handles their grief more than made up for it.

2. A Strange Sense of Familiarity by Katranga

“So Eddie, what brings you to the bar tonight?" Richie asked. "Gonna rebound from the divorce? Pick up a hot young twenty-something to feel young again?”

“Fuck you,” Eddie said, jutting his chin forward. “What a terrible way to ruin the mood.”

“I’m sorry, all my moods are poorly cultivated. What mood were you looking for?”

A nervous lump grew in Eddie's throat. He threw back his drink to get rid of it.

Hand wrapped around the glass he’d just slammed back onto the bar, he said, “The mood that gets me leaving with a schlubby forty-something.”

--

Pre-chapter two, Eddie and Richie meet and don't remember each other, but have an instant connection anyway...

This may be my favorite fic of all time. This is a Canon Divergence AU where Richie and Eddie meet at a bar prior to the events of It Chapter 2 and start sleeping together. Eddie is divorced so there’s no infidelity storyline (which I appreciate) HOWEVER Richie is still famous and in the closet so there’s still the secret love affair storyline (that I love). The characterization is literally perfect, it has amazing dialogue, and my boy Stan is alive and involved. The OCs are so so good too and I’m beyond obsessed with all the thought the author obviously put into it.

3. Sweeter By The Hour by Katranga

rich. 25. i can be your angle 😇... or yuor devil 😈

Edward. 38. Please don’t call me daddy.

--

Richie’s a struggling standup comedian slash bartender with a side hustle of sexting rich guys for cash. Eddie is recently divorced, recently out, and reluctant to dive into either the dating or hookup scene. He decides to give Sugr, a 'dating app with no commitment', a shot.

Katranga NEVER MISSES. Even though the losers club is in a completely different universe, the characterization and dialogue is so them that it scratches every itch in my brain. This is such a funny and adorable AU I would recommend to anyone that needs a break from the high stress and extremely high stakes of the traditional It Universe.

4. Here In Your Arms by kaspbrak_kid

Richie had no idea what to expect when Stan and Patty asked him to be their daughter's godfather, but it definitely wasn't becoming the part-time dad to a newborn.

This fic makes me cry like a bitch in the best way possible. This is a several years later fic in a Eddie and Stan Lives AU where Richie becomes godfather to Stan and Patty’s firstborn. This is so so special to me because it perfectly preserves The Loser’s Club dynamics in a safe environment and gives me all the found family warm fuzzies I so desperately need. As usual the characterization is phenomenal and Richie and Eddie’s relationship throughout this fic is so so special to me.

5. Richie Tozier’s Five-Step Mission in Getting Over His Childhood Sweetheart by MissDinahDarling

Alternatively: five times Richie tries to get over Eddie and the one time he gets under him instead.

This fic is so so fucking funny I love everything about it. Its also a Stan and Eddie Live AU and thehe dialogue and losers club dynamics are so so funny. I love seeing little snippets of how the losers lives are moving on and especially appreciate that Bev and Ben didn’t move as quickly as some fics do. Richies denial and stupidity are so relatable and its an extremely comforting read.

6. River by Unicornpoe

The thing—the thing is that Eddie hasn’t seen Richie in nearly five years.

They’ve gotten good at avoiding each other. They alternate holidays and get-togethers, only showing up when they’re sure the other won’t be present. They’re still in the same fucking city but Eddie makes sure to shop on the other side of town from their old place where Richie still lives, makes sure not to go to any of Richie’s favorite restaurants or bars or cafes or goddamn park benches. Eddie doesn’t join in on the Losers’s group FaceTime sessions when he knows Richie’ll be joining, and Richie does the same for him.

They couldn’t make their relationship work, but they’re fucking experts at being exes.

*

Eddie goes to spend the holidays at Bill and Mike's cabin in Vermont, and is surprised when Richie is already there. Things get worse when they're snowed in alone. Things get even more worse when Eddie remembers that he's still in love with him.

This fic gives me the most acute sense of profound longing I’ve ever had in my life. The EXTREMELY angsty hurt/comfort au I’ve ever read in my life. Not extremely inclusive of the rest of The Losers Club, but it hits hard.

7. This Will Be (An Everlasting Love) by camerasparring

Just as the last car is passing them, Prince Charming makes a snuffling noise and Eddie freezes, still pressed on top of him. He’s suddenly aware of every single place they’re touching, and Eddie thanks the brutal Chicago cold - there’s no way he could pop a boner when it’s this freezing. God, he hates himself.

The man opens his eyes for a moment and looks directly into Eddie’s eyes. Eddie’s mouth hangs open. He tries to smile, but he doesn’t think he achieves it. Instead, he swallows and says:

“Merry Christmas.”

The guy passes back out without a word.

__

or, the While You Were Sleeping AU no one asked for. Set Christmas 1995 and the gang is late 20's/early 30's

I read this before ever even hearing of the movie While You Were Sleeping. While the movie is now one of my favorites, it is absolutely nothing compared to the hilarious romcom of this fic. Found family! Secrets! Drama! Stan the mother fucking man! It is so so good and gives me all the good feelings the holidays provide whenever I read it.

8. Scratch On The Moon by Vulcanodon

Eddie Kraspbak has put aside his old life for good. He drives a stagecoach now and keeps to himself- his days of running with the Denbrough gang are long gone. But when two old friends show up and tell him they have unfinished business back in Derry, Eddie can’t resist the chance to put a final nail in the coffin of the past…and maybe find out why Richie broke his promise all those years ago.

“I’ll take left if you take right,” Eddie calls out but when he looks over Richie isn’t even firing his gun; he’s looking at Eddie with a strange, unreadable expression on his face.

“What is it?” Eddie asks, panicking. “Are you hit?”

“No,” Richie says, “I just. I just wanted you know. That I…that I feel the same way.”

“What?” Eddie asks, totally lost. A bullet whistles past his ear.

“I mean I...” Richie says, as if he’s struggling to get it out. “I feel the same way about you. I mean. That I always did.”

“Could we maybe postpone this conversation?” Eddie says, having to yell over the gunfire. “To a time when we aren’t getting shot at?”

Are you gay? Is longing and the tragedy of wasted time your guilty pleasure? Did you read River by Unicornpoe and want more? Do you like westerns? READ THIS FIC AND COME TALK TO ME IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!

9. You Ain’t Nothing But A Hound Dog (And They Call It Puppy Love) by Fluffifullness

Okay, Richie, so you’ve just been Shaggy Dog’d, you’re either kicking it in the weirdest of all possible afterlives or you never died and the sewer clown is punking you. What next?

(or: Eddie makes it out of Derry, gets a divorce, and adopts a dog.)

Richie gets “Shaggy Dog’d” after he sacrifices himself for Eddie during the events of It Chapter 2. Grief, pining, and Richie’s internal monologue being fucking hilarious. And STAN LIVES!!!!!!

10. Thanks For Pudding Up With Me by Mooeydooey

Eddie Kaspbrak was once one of the most influential professional chefs in New York. After an unfortunate incident in his kitchen, he loses his job and most of his earnings. Down on his luck, with no where else to go, he accepts a job offer with the ragtag 'Prospect Test Kitchen' in Boston.

What starts as a small passion project, making cooking tutorials online, becomes a lot more complicated and bigger than they could ever imagine when Bill brings in a new addition to their team. A comedian with a shocking background and surprise talent for culinary arts: Richie Tozier.

Eddie's the only one who doesn't like the new recruit, but Bill bribes Eddie into giving Richie a chance. At the end of six months, Richie's contract will expire. Eddie will get to decide whether they offer him a contract renewal, or refuse to re-hire him.

Things are heating up in the Prospect street Test Kitchen! Will Eddie stick to his guns, and keep his dignity? Or will he get lost in the sauce?

SO FUCKING FUNNY!!! An absolutely genius buzzfeed-esque au that is exactly what I need when I want a laugh. My favorite parts are when they go into like a third person screenplay mode for describing the events in the videos. I cannot get enough of this enemies(?) to friends to lovers au and I’m so so glad it exists.

11. A Fistful of Coal Dust by Jay Auris (nighthawkms)

Eddie Kaspbrak usually works alone. For a bounty hunting mage, this is unheard of; dangerous, foolhardy. But for Eddie - stricken with a dangerous abnormality to his magic - it's the safest way to survive.

When a new bounty takes him to the backwater town of Derry, he's not expecting anything more than a hard job done right for good money. But Eddie's past is about to catch up with him, and Derry could face the consequences. He'll have to team up with a rag-tag bunch of misfits - a sheriff with too much on his shoulders, a tavern owner haunted by loss, and four other hunters with their own secrets and motivations - if he wants to survive.

And maybe, if he's lucky, he'll get an answer to the one question that's been bugging him since he got to Derry: Who is Richie Tozier, and what does he want from Eddie?

A super fun Steampunk-Western-Magic-Bounty Hunter AU that has the perfect ratio of action, drama, and intrigue. I have no idea how the author came up with such an amazing idea and how they were able to do so much incredible world building but I absolutely LOVE IT.

If anyone reads any of these fics I would love to talk about them and hear what you think! They’re all so so so special to me and stay on my fic rotation, so if y’all have any suggestions for me too I’m happy to check them out!

[slightlyobsessedwitheverything]

Truth or Dare Tag Game

i was tagged by @diazsdimples and @hippolotamus thank you 🤗

Which friends/mutuals would you call to hide a body?

i feel like @minthalo would have my back

How many user subscriptions do you have on Ao3?

2 surprisingly. i have only posted 2 very short fics several years ago 🤷‍♀️

Do you have a crush on someone? OR If you're with someone, tell us one thing you love about them.

i have a lil friend crush on @hippolotamus 😘 idk if i have any like crush crushes lol

What does the last DM/text you sent say?

“tell me you don’t understand the depth of their relationship without telling me”

i saw some BUCKWILD takes where people were minimizing buck’s place in eddie and christopher’s lives 🙄

List the three friends/mutuals with the best takes

@probablynotpoppin @minthalo and @usersiren maybe it’s bc we all exist in the same bubble lol but we all tend to agree on things most of the time

Share one of your favorite fics of all time

to be found by @zainclaw is a truly fantastic werewolf au fic

and this one’s not a fic, but a series:

the archer by nonalovesyou deals with eddie learning he is autistic, realizing he’s gay, and everything that comes after

List three of your favorite content creators

if we’re talking here on tumblr, @iinryer and @try-set-me-on-fire make BEAUTIFUL 911 art and though unfortunately i can’t tag them, @gayhoediaz writes some of my favorite fics in this fandom

Write one thing you love about yourself

i think i’m funny 😌

Which fandom of yours (past or present) has the best fics?

911 has some pretty good ones, but i think some of the best fics i’ve read were in the reddie/IT fandom

Which creation of your own are you the most proud of?

i started making photosets recently and i’m happy with both of them :)

eddie+shannon • loml -Taylor Swift

s5 eddie • Secrets - Rachael Jenkins

(i also recently finished a maddie gifset so 🫣 mayhaps i will post that soon)

Have you ever read RPF?

yeah of course. y’all remember mavin?

Tag the mutual(s)/friend(s) most likely to get away with murder

honestly idk if any of y’all would commit murder let alone get away with it 🤷‍♀️

Tag the mutual(s)/friend(s) who know(s) the most about you

@probablynotpoppin ! we’ve known each other for just about 13 years 🥰

Now tag some friends to play!

@probablynotpoppin @usersiren @bigfootsmom @minthalo @messyhairdiaz @tommykinrd @giddyupbuck @babygirl-eddie-diaz @thequeenofcarvenstone

[templeofshame]

sorry to bother you about this if you are actively an ex ph*nnie who doesn’t like them anymore whatsoever. But can I ask you what made you leave/ not come back? (I just randomly found you in my following list and remember you from back in the day)

I don't think there was A Thing necessarily, but a lot of my phan community dispersed or wasn't on good terms, my bestie got bullied off tumblr, and honestly I gradually realized that a lot of what had engaged me was gone. At the time, d&p weren't really active and the research and analysis wasn't as appealing since we'd already gotten our confirmation of their relationship... I guess I was still doing #justexthings memes, but I wasn't finding writing fic to be satisfying either and I was enjoying the It fic I read more than phan. (I started writing reddie specifically as a present for said bestie, for whom talking about phan was no longer fun, although she lost interest in reddie by the time I finished my first fic.)

I still watch their vids sometimes, but it doesn't do as much for me as it used to. Some of the initial things that hooked me, like the idea of a friends-to-lovers dynamic between them that was ambiguous, had fallen apart as I'd learned more and knew that they weren't friends first and I was projecting meaning onto them that wasn't there. I also felt an aesthetic attraction in the beginning that dissipated over time.

Unfortunately, I haven't been able to find something else to fill all the spaces in my life where the phandom used to be. I still follow a lot of phandom folks and I'm in touch with 2 of my phandom friends off-app (met one a year and a half ago!) but I haven't managed to get into a different fandom community in that way. Fortunately, I'm doing better with myself, therapy and my irl friends (and hobbies such as those showcased in @eatfreeordie and @unstyleable) etc. since we do happen to be repeating the circumstances that led me to jump into the phandom as escapism in 2016...

Sorry I def went off there. I miss the community!

[clownbrainrot]

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thank you for the ask my anonymous friend!!

🎈what's your dream theme / plot to read / write?

to read: i really Loooove reading about cooking..my secret passion. a vivid colorful description of food is the sweetest drug to me. there are a few bangers out there but i want more. i think every fic could have a recipe attached the way people do playlists lol. and if it's Angst maybe it's like a sad sandwich recipe. dry bread and pickles

to write: one thing i really enjoy is when someone rewrites a movie/show but Now It's My Ship. like this excellent reddie Rear Window au. thats just wonderful. so that would be the dream to reddiefy like...some 60s comedy. The Producers LOL

🛸has a fic ever changed your life?

if i go way back the first fic i read in my life was probably when i was about 9 on deviantart...and i remember very clearly that i was like ooohhhh so youre allowed to write about guys kissing Each Other...veeery interesting.