#sunshinereddie

[tankycinna]

GSBSKAHSJSHS OKAY FIRST OF ALL.

I CANT BELIEVE I COMPLETELY FORGOT THAT BILL ACTUALLY HAS THIS SHIRT ?:!:?/!?/?/ SHSHSJSGKSGS I LITERALLY REWATCHED CH1 A FEW DAYS AGO HOW DID I MISS THIS AAAAH

SECOND OF ALL.

not only does bill have this shirt……..

HE HAS 2 OF THEM IN DIFFERENT COLOURS 😭😭😭 HSBSGAJAGAKAB

i mean i hc bill as bi anyways and this is just helping me prove my point ig

HILARIOUSLY (despite the flannel that everyone else seems to remember most) the green one is the outfit I most often think of whenever I’m imagining chapter 1 bill SO. I am incapable of forgetting

I DID forget the blue one tho. Also since he has 2 that we see what if he actually has more in more colors. Like a red one. Or black.

Also bisexual Bill is sooooo true I agree completely.

ANYWAY yeah I saw that post and immediately was like OH BILL (doing a doodle page of him rn and he’s wearing that shirt in one of them so it was very fresh on my mind LMAO)

[residualmanifest]

@sunshinereddie I THINK it's a weird combination ... of the spices and protein stuff that I just realized tastes like soap . 🧼 thus hotel room ...(ALSO HI HON :))

[striderepiphany]

hello i would just like to let you know that i have been listening to dream by the cranberries all day today and every single time i think about mr richie tozier. i have created an entire edit of him to that song in my mind. if i have time i might actually make that edit because. shmsbskabsjbslahakabs. i can’t stop thinking about it. so anyways thank u for implanting that idea in my head i literally love u mwuah

I FORGOT TO REPLY EARLIER TO SAY I WAS ALSO SEEING THE BRAIN MONTAGE WHILE LISTENING TO IT like I'm there with you it's basically begging for like... hazy slo-mo shots of kids riding bikes and shit. My life is changing every day in every possible way!!! I'm growing up and it's scary and all I want to do is look at you!! AAAUUGGGHHH

[http-byler]

ELI!!! okay, i’m finally going to do it…… I AM FINALLY GONNA FINISH STRANGER THINGS.

i was originally just gonna pick up where i left off in s4, but then i decided no… i’m going to rewatch the entire thing c:

since last summer before i watched s4, i only rewatched s2 and then skimmed through s3 bc i remembered most of it, and i actually haven’t rewatched s1 since like….. 2017…… so i decided that im gonna rewatch the entire thing, right from the beginning!!! it’s binge time, and im so very excited :D THIS IS FOR YOU BESTIE 👊💗💗

(ps warning and apology in advance. im definitely gonna be in ur asks giving u updates as i rewatch so…. be prepared for that hehe)

SUNNY… SUNNNYYYYYYYY!!!

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT YOUVE JUST UNLEASHED WITH THIS ASK. IM LITERALLY GONNA REWATCH IT ALL NOW IDC IDC!! I HAVENT SEEN IT IN A FEW MONTHS SO WHAT THE HELL!! REWATCHING WITH U BESTIE!!

AND DONT APOLOGIZE FOR UPDATINF ME BC IM GONNA BE ON STANDBY NOW. YOU HAVE NO IDEA!! AHHHHHH!!! YAYAYAY!! <33 🫀🫂🫶💥

[anderperries]

hi molly!!! just hopping in to say i hope ur doing well <3

thank you, sunny!! i’m doing well for the most part. i started a job and it kinda sucks but i took it after ignoring many red flags so that’s on me. how are you!! dm me any time, i always want to talk!

[schtuptozier]

HELLO HELLO OK SO PATTY AND RICHIE HC!!!! so my headcanon is actually a continuation of this post i made a while ago. after that post, patty gets back in touch with beverly, asks if they can meet, and she gets beverly to tell her the truth about everything that’s happened.

once patty finds out the truth, she asks if she can meet the rest of the losers. she figures that they are grieving as well, and she thinks maybe they can all help each other heal. beverly thinks it’s a good idea, and she arranges for the rest of the losers to meet up with patty uris.

the only person who isn’t 100% on board with it is richie. it’s been over a month since eddie and stan died, and he’s still struggling to process it all. and so when bev called him one day to tell him that stanley’s wife wants to meet him, richie had no idea how he was going to do it. he knew that beverly had told her the truth, and richie was certain that this woman was going to hate them, to blame them for what happened to stanley, and richie didn’t need that. he already blamed himself enough for eddie’s death, he didn’t need to be weighed down from the guilt of his other best friend’s death as well.

but beverly refused to let him skip. she assured him that patty uris was lovely, that the least they could do was be there for her during this time. “i know that we’re all devastated by what happened to stanley,” beverly told him. “so just imagine what she, his wife, is going through.”

so richie lets his friends drag him along to atlanta, to the uris household, to meet patty. she’s just as friendly as beverly described, and though she never said a thing that was even close to blaming the losers for stanley’s death, that didn’t stop richie from still feeling the guilt. he could barely look at patty in the eyes, and he couldn’t bring himself to join in on the conversations that everyone else was having, sharing their happy memories of stanley.

eventually, it started to get a bit too much, and richie excused himself. he mumbled some excuse about needing air, and promptly left the uris home without waiting for anyone’s response. he sat on the front steps for a while, and was halfway through his second cigarette when he heard the door from behind him open, and footsteps approaching him. he assumed it was just one of his friends coming out to scold him for being rude, and he was preparing himself to tell them to fuck right off, that he wasn’t in the mood…

…when he looked to his side and saw patty uris taking a seat on the step beside him. she wore a gentle, but sad smile, and had a matching sadness in her eyes, and richie didn’t know what to say. he hadn’t said anything other than a polite hello to her all night long. he thought he should apologize, for what he didn’t exactly know, but he felt like just a general sorry was all he could say.

but before he could speak, patty handed something over to him. it was a photograph, one that must have been over thirty years old. it was a photograph of him and stanley as kids, and richie recognized the picture immediately. it was from their first day of middle school, and before they headed off their parents had made him and stanley pose for a picture.

when the photograph began to tremble in richie’s hand and he found himself fighting hard to hold back tears, he tried to hand the picture back to patty, but she shook her head and held her smile. “you keep it,” she said, and richie could only nod in thanks, afraid that if he tried to speak he would start to cry.

patty then reached into her pocket, and pulled out another photograph. “beverly told me about your other friend, eddie,” she said, and richie felt his heart break even more. “i’m… i’m very sorry, richie- she told me that you two were especially close. so when i found this while looking through stanley’s old things, i thought maybe you’d like to have it.”

she handed him another picture and this time, when richie looked down at an old polaroid of him and eddie as teenagers, eddie in the middle of laughing and richie with a big smile on his face, their arms around each other… he couldn’t hold back his tears any longer.

patty comforted him as he cried, and despite having only met her a few hours earlier, richie strangely found a deep sense of comfort with her. it was in that moment that richie realized he didn’t have to go through all of this grief alone, and he finally opened up and let his friends help him through everything.

after that, richie and patty become friends!! like you said, they work through their grief together, richie tells patty stories about stanley from when they were kids, and patty tells richie all about what stan was like all grown up (and it was exactly how richie thought- he was the best). patty ends up being one of the first people that richie talks to about his true feelings for eddie, and it feels so good to finally talk through all of this with someone.

working through their grief is definitely a slow and hard process. but they find that it’s a little less painful when you have someone to work it through with.

so yes. i am a big richie and patty as besties enthusiast. SORRY THAT THIS ENDED UP BEING SO LONG OMG !!!! but i just needed to share :3

OMG PLEASE DONT APLOGIZE IM CRRRRRYING SUNNY ;_; !!!!!! THE POLAROIDS . BEVS NUDGING AT RICHIE . i love love love your take on patty, too . HONESTLY your original post is what REALLY really made me start thinking about this dynamic hardcore . i like her being accepted into the group and the other losers palling around with her too ... i think her and ben would get along really good !! OKAY BUT im going off on my own tangent now lol . but like . you NAILED richies internalized problems here ;_;

“i know that we’re all devastated by what happened to stanley,” beverly told him. “so just imagine what she, his wife, is going through.”

^^^ THIS PART SPECIFICALLY . patty needs the biggest hug and mug of cocoa on the PLANET . thank you SO so much for sharing, sunny !!!!!! <3

[fixhbones]

ok this is kind of random. but can i ask what ur pfp is from. it looks SO familiar but i cannot for the life of me remember what it’s from and it’s driving me crazy. thank u

LMAO hi sunshine yes you may in fact ask

this has been my pfp on tumblr for 3 years now cuz i just have not known what to chnage it to n it’s too iconic now so

it’s Tommy from a little halloween shoot off that the creator of the Walten Files made :) (i do not remmeber his name rn sorry)

you are welcome, have a wonderful day

[thecrimsondandelion]

hi hi my friend here my valentines card to you 🤲💌 ilysm!!!! reading your hcs and exchanging ideas with you is always so fun and i love having you as a mutual <3

This is so fucking sweet

For vous 🥺 🫱🏻💐💌 sorry it’s late I spent most of Valentine’s Day not knowing it was Valentine’s Day, and I just saw this on Valentines Boxing Day

I also love sharing hc’s and sending you Kurtis/Danny/Drew videos to turn into the Losers 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[sunshinereddie]

going a little insane thinking of a non-pennywise au there the losers never separate and they do grow up together but richie and eddie never get together because eddie is never able to accept his own sexuality and richie never acts on his feelings because "i have a crush on you, but i don’t want to tell you that, so i’m going to push you away. but man, if he made the first move, that’d be the best thing ever" (bill hader i'll kill you myself) and so they grow up as best friends who love each other in more than a best friend's way and never knew that the feeling is mutual.

and so they grow up and live as adults and one day eddie tells the losers all about his new girlfriend, myra, and richie dies a little on the inside, but he plays the part of supportive friend and tries to pretend that he doesn't hate myra from the moment he meets her.

but then a few years go by and now they're engaged. richie is of course invited to the wedding and of course part of the wedding party, even though in these past few years richie and eddie have grown a little apart. something about eddie thinking that richie had changed, he always seemed a little standoffish these days, but eddie never connected the dots that he only acted that way when myra was brought along. he never connected the dots that richie only acted that way because he didn't know how to handle the fact that the love of his life was in love with someone else. but eddie was getting married- this was supposed to be the best day of his life, of course he wanted richie there, even though myra didn't.

even when richie is acting weird at the wedding, eddie shrugs it off. god knows he has more important things to worry about than richie being moody in the corner. for example, he has to make sure that each and every table centrepiece is placed perfectly, god forbid a tulip is out of place or myra would have a meltdown. he has to double and triple make sure that the catering company is making the correct menu, because god forbid myra doesn't get her gluten-free, low carb, zero-sugar dinner.

and he has to try his best to ignore the feelings of doubt burning in his stomach. a feeling of... should i be doing this? he's sure it's just normal wedding nerves.

until richie finds him in his dressing room. they begin to chat, and as richie starts to ramble on about their childhood, reminiscing on the "good old days" and talking about how he can't believe they're both grown up now, eddie can smell the alcohol on his breath. he also realizes that this is the first time they have been alone in a while, and eddie finds it almost... awkward. he had spent a majority of his life loving richie, and even more time trying to pretend that he didn't. he wasn't even sure that he had stopped loving richie, just that he had done a very good job at pretending. but he loved myra now, and besides, him and richie never would have worked out.

that is, until richie lets out a laugh that sounds more dejected than joyful, and eddie's heart sinks as richie says, "i can't believe you're actually getting married. you know, i've never told anyone before, but i actually had a crush on you when we were kids."

eddie's frozen. surely richie didn't just say that, he must be hearing things wrong, but he can't muster anything up except a weak "what?"

richie shrugs casually, as if he hadn't just dropped the biggest bombshell of eddie's life and repeats, "yeah, man, we were probably 13, 14. i had a little crush on you. you know, just one of those little kid crushes. it wasn't a big deal. anyways, it's crazy that you're getting married now."

oh, except it was. richie said something more, but eddie wasn't listening, not when richie let out a tipsy laugh or clapped him on the shoulder or when he left the room. all eddie could think about were those words:

i had a crush on you.

from those words, all eddie could hear was he liked me. he liked me back. it wasn't one-sided. i wasn't crazy for thinking maybe he could like me too. but it's too late. it's too late. it's too late.

eddie looks at himself in the mirror. he's wearing the suit he had specifically bought to get married in. he's wearing the tie that myra had picked out for him. he's wearing a boutonniere of the same flower from the bouquet that his soon-to-be wife would be walking down the aisle with.

and all he can think about is richie tozier. all he can think about is how the person he had loved his entire life, had had feelings for him too. and maybe, just maybe, if eddie had acted on his own feelings fifteen years ago, that things could have been different.

the door opens. it's bill, his best man, letting him know that it was time. "you ready?" bill asks. eddie isn't, but he nods.

because it's too late. it's too late.

[theartsharki]

Had to draw these two because of a post I saw by @sunshinereddie . This post specifically, it just made me smile thinking about it!

[whatthefuckisasweep]

Sad that the movies never created a Neibolt version of Ben. Probably because Ben could never be scary even if he wanted to

He really, really couldn't.

Designs partially inspired by @sunshinereddie's amazing fic to build a home!

[watchoutforthefanfics]

I could be your crush, crush, crush (part one) || Reddie (IT)

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Part 2

Inspiration: this post + Crush by Tessa Violet

Summary: Eddie Kaspbrak was built for a strict schedule and precision arrival. Of all the days to fuck up, he does it on his first official day of college. But upon running into an old friend, there just may be a positive to this shitty day after all.

TWs: explicit language, anxiety, and sex jokes.

[[A/N: hunted through some of my old stuff and found this banger idea by @sunshinereddie so uh. I'm doing it. It's going to be two parts, fyi. Anyway, enjoy :)) ]]

Eddie Kaspbrak was never late.

Ever since middle school, he'd always arrived either early or on time (on the dot on good days). It was just in his blood. It made his fucking skin itch if he was late to anything. So, he wasn't.

He probably hadn't been late for something since... god fucking knows. Everything always worked out perfectly.

But of course, on the most anxiety-inducing, most fucking important day of his life so far, the time had escaped him. Of fucking course-

It all started with his scheduled campus tour. It was on a Tuesday. Monday, his car broke down on the side of the road (a loud pop and he was scared for his fucking life). And all of his friends live hours away, of course, so Eddie Kaspbrak had to walk to the nearest fucking Autozone, just for them to tell him it was fucked.

And in all of this commotion, of having to use fucking public transport (his worst nightmare), he'd forgotten to reschedule. Which, in essence, was unlike him but stress fucking topped everything, and losing his car was stressful as fuck. So, Eddie knew fuck all about the campus.

And then, he'd decided to get breakfast on the way. (His next mistake.) Whatever café he went into took his order, but apparently was on backorder or some shit because they told him half an hour. For a premade croissant, and a fucking frappuccino. Eddie had already paid, and he was living penny to penny at this point (saving for a new car), so he stayed. Hoping somewhere up above that they were wrong in their estimate, because it seemed very wrong.

They weren't.

So, Eddie Kaspbrak was wandering around this giant ass campus with no fucking idea where he was. On top of it all, his backpack fucking ripped, and now, he was holding a stack of books for so long that his arms were aching. He'd already had to catch his schedule four times, because he had printed it out (thought it would be easier to access).

Well, actually, he'd stopped wandering about 20 minutes ago, and was trying to desperately understand this campus map. It did not have a 'you are here' spot, and not all of the buildings had their names where he was standing because of course they fucking didn't.

This might be the worst day of his fucking life-

A body slammed into him, and all of his shit scattered along the sidewalk. Eddie wanted to fucking cry.

He nearly growled out, anxious energy on the brink, "Hey, watch it, as-"

Eddie blinked, words stuck in his throat.

Because his eyes landed on one fucking Richie Tozier. Fucking Richie Tozier. No fucking way.

"Shit, sorry, dude-" he kneeled down (all gangly limbs and tall stature), and started gathering up his books, "-I should've been fucking-"

"Richie?"

And then, his eyes shot up and locked onto him. Big glasses traded out for a smoother, more flattering pair, black, curly hair still the exact same (messy as shit) but definitely longer. Eddie thinks he might be able to pull it back, actually. And he was wearing a graphic tee (some sort of video game, Eddie recognized) with a weird button-up thrown over top -the kind he used to exclusively wear in middle school.

Eddie's life couldn't be fucking embarrassing enough, he had to have his middle school fucking crush, old best friend, find him on the worst day of his life. And of course, he was tall and fucking handsome-

Richie blinked once, eyes skimming over him in a very fast swipe, "Eds?"

Eddie paused a second, before scrunching up his nose, "That's not my name, dipshit."

His face grew into the most familiar shit-eating grin that Eddie had ever seen, and something in his stomach fluttered (god, fuck all of this), "No fucking way."

"I'm literally standing right fucking in front of you, dickweed," Eddie responded -instinctively.

Richie's grin dialed up to 100, and he launched himself forward -wrapping Eddie into a hug. It should be said that all of his shit was thrown in the process.

"Hey-" Eddie started to complain, but was quickly shut up by Richie literally swinging him through the air (like he was as light as a fucking feather) in one of those romcom kinda hugs.

His face turned beet red, and mouth snapped shut. God, a fucking crush? Come on, Kaspbrak, get a fucking grip-

"I can't fucking believe it," Richie breathed out, setting him back down gently on his feet (Eddie still felt his arms wrapped around him, it made him feel woozy), "-What the fuck are you doing here?"

Eddie frowned, crouching to gather up his shit, "What does it look like I'm doing here, moron?"

"Oh, shit," Richie scrambled to join him, very easily picking up everything (because of course he could), "-Sorry, Eds."

And then he was standing, 3 textbooks in hand with 3 corresponding notebooks (all color coded, naturally). Like it was nothing. Eddie pressed his lips together and rose to his feet -stumbling just slightly. (In his hands most of the loose paper, and probably the biggest of the textbooks.) He mindlessly tried to straighten out his schedule with his hand -it was so fucking crinkled.

"Were you carrying all this shit by hand?"

Eddie flinched, eyes darting up from his schedule and right back onto Richie. His middle school crush/best friend. The guy whose name he used to doodle hearts around in the margins of his notes. Right.

"Yeah," he leveled, a little awkwardly.

"Why?" Richie questioned, eyebrows furrowing together, "-Where's your backpack? Or whatever fucking bag you have?"

His eyes suddenly caught on the strap on his shoulder, a simple black one. Richie's backpack, he guessed.

"10 trashcans back," Eddie answered, smacking his hand down on the paper which was trying to fly away with the breeze (frustration heavy over his body), "-It's in fucking pieces."

Richie's lips quirked up, eyes smoothing across his face -a little in recognition, "Let me guess, it only gets fucking worse from there."

"Oh, you mean the fact that I'm 45 minutes late to my first-ever class of the fucking semester?" Eddie snapped, anxiety rattling off his bones, "-Or maybe that I have no fucking idea where I am? Or maybe the fact that my car broke down the day before my campus tour-"

"Hey, woah," Richie called out, carefully (making sure to catch his eye), "-relax, Eds. Let me see your schedule."

Eddie slunk out a breath (How the fuck could he still calm him down?). Richie nodded his head toward the stack, so, he put the crinkled paper onto the top of it. His eyes, behind his only slightly rounded frames, skimmed along the paper.

"Hey," Richie smiled, tilting his head slightly at Eddie (he nearly exploded, so genuine and shit. God.), "-we have the same first class. Algebra 1. Shit, and we leave at the same time, what are the odds."

Eddie couldn't tell if he was mortified or excited. Richie Tozier (who'd gotten handsome, and was his middle school crush -college crush too apparently) going to class with him. Probably sitting right beside him. God.

"I know where it is," Richie grinned up him, bright and shiny (Eddie noticed that it was still crooked as shit, it sent a zing straight to his toes) and Eddie got so flustered that he wanted to bite his own head off, "-See, Spaghetti, all good. You're gonna be fine."

Eddie paused, breaths slowing and tension lessening. And then he had a thought.

Furrowing his eyebrows together, he asked, "Wait, you're 45 minutes late, knowing where it is, and just fucking wandering campus?"

"Yeah," Richie shrugged, passively, and ran a hand through his hair (pulling the stack with one arm to his chest) -Eddie watched it maybe a bit too attentively, "-as long as I get the syllabus, I'm fine. First days are fucking introductions and shit anyway. It's like missing the campus tour. I'll figure that shit out, ya know?"

And apparently he did. The fucker.

"You have to fucking show me," Eddie almost begging, "-I'm almost a fucking hour late, and I have financial aid and if I don't get that fucking attendance, I'm fucking screwed-"

"Eds, Eddie-" Richie grabbed his shoulder (it made his skin tingle), and Eddie's lips snapped shut, "-of fucking course I'm going to help you. Obviously."

Eddie faltered a little, frustration dissipating, "Thanks."

"Don't even worry about it," Richie smiled, patting his arm a few times with his freehand, "-now give me the rest of your shit."

Eddie frowned, "What?"

"You've been carrying 4 textbooks for 45 minutes straight, probably more because I know for a fact you got here early," Richie explained -casually, extending a hand forward, "-So give it to me."

Eddie hesitated. His arms really fucking hurt, but wasn't that fucking rude? To make him carry his shit? But, he offered. So.

He carefully handed them to Richie, maybe a little awkwardly. Richie, naturally, accepted them with a smile. Because of course he fucking did, god. All sweet and shit, Eddie was going to lose his fucking shit hiding this.

"You've got tiny little noodle arms, anyway," Richie added -teasing, and beginning to walk in a direction (maybe slower because Eddie was shorter, he decidedly couldn't think about it).

Eddie frowned, shoving his arm and keeping up the pace, "I run track, asshole. I'm probably in better shape than you."

"Shit, seriously?" Richie asked, still smiling, "-Are you on the team here?"

Eddie lightened slightly, lips quirking up, "Yeah, I did well enough in high school they actually fucking wanted me."

Richie grinned brighter, eyes glinting with something Eddie couldn't name, "You always were a fast little fucker. Do you have like fucking... games or something?"

"Games?" Eddie raised an eyebrow, "-You think they're called fucking games?"

Richie laughed, turning left (Eddie followed suit), "I don't know that shit. Why would I?"

"Fair point, but fucking games?" Eddie laughed a little too, "-There's decathlons. And I guess, fucking... races."

"Well," Richie pressed his lips together, maybe nervous (which Eddie didn't fucking understand), "-if you have any, let me know."

"Why?" Eddie faced him, curiously.

Richie's smile changed slightly into something different but not unfamiliar, "Imma go, cheer on team Eds."

Eddie paused, "Really?"

"Fuck yeah," Richie affirmed, before physically yelling out onto the campus, "-GO TEAM SPAGHETTI!"

Eddie watched as the few stragglers on campus snapped to the two of them. He turned bright, splotchy red climbing up his collar.

"Shut the fuck up, asshole," he shoved into him -hard, making Richie sway off the sidewalk, "-You haven't changed at all, you're still a thirteen-year-old in that stupid fucking brain. You know that?"

Richie was snort laughing, "You haven't either Eds. Can't shit on me."

Eddie fumed, saying the first thing that came to mind, "Yeah, I have, dipshit. I went on a fucking... self-discovery journey and all that shit. Came out and started-"

He cut himself off. Fuck, had he just dropped that? That was good for his... acceptance of his identity or whatever, but what if Richie was fucking weird about it? He didn't know, he didn't think he would be, but... Was he about to be hatecrimed right now? Eddie could put up a fucking fight-

"Came out?" Richie squeaked, maybe a little awkwardly. Eddie watched as red flushed up his neck. Huh.

"As gay, idiot," Eddie explained, pink flushed onto the tips of his ears, "-What the fuck did you think I meant?"

"I just," Richie blinked (what the fuck is going on?), "-I had no fucking idea."

Eddie doesn't know what made him do it, but it might've been Richie's very strange reactions. (Or maybe the swirl of hope ignited into his stomach.)

"Seriously?" He asked, "-I acted how I fucking acted around you, and you didn't get that shit?"

Richie paused, blinking again and furrowing his eyebrows, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Something in Eddie just wanted to. And he always fucking listened to his gut.

"I had a crush on you the size of a fucking planet," Eddie explained, fidgeting with his fingers (anxiety pricking his fingers).

"What?!" Richie nearly shrieked, and Eddie jumped back at the noise.

"Jesus Christ, Richie," Eddie chastised, rubbing his ear, "-I didn't know your fucking voice could get that high."

Richie was decidedly not talking. It made Eddie so fucking confused, but something else curious. Incredibly curious. And maybe fucking anxious-

"Do you have like a-" Eddie cleared his throat, awkwardly, "-Are you freaked out by that or some shit? Because-"

"No, no," Richie interrupted, so quick Eddie barely took a breath, "-I just, um... Me too."

Eddie followed up, "You too what?"

"I'm gay," Richie echoed out, not looking at him, "-and I... I had a crush on you that was probably the size of six planets."

Eddie blinked once. What.

"Oh."

That was where their conversation ended, the building in sight and Richie guiding the way. Eddie stayed silent, the word fucking haunting him, and Richie's words heavy in his mind. (We could've been together. Do you still like me?)

It stayed that way, even in the lecture (which Richie did, in fact, sit beside him in). He couldn't focus on shit, barely gave a fun fact about himself because his mind was fucking reeling. Richie had to shove into his side (tingled again) and knock him out of it. Eddie blinked and said something he wasn't sure was true (definitely not based on Richie's reaction).

Richie ended up guiding him to every class, all the way to the door. Eddie thought he might've been waiting for him to get out too. He couldn't say for sure, but Richie was always right outside the door when he got out (not to mention, failing to act casual); it was easy enough to assume. Eddie thought he might just be right, and hope flared up in his stomach again.

Maybe, just maybe.

Eddie swallowed.

They were at some table, one up on a balcony -they had a pretty view of the campus. Eddie wasn't looking at that though, to be clear.

At this current moment, Eddie was unpacking his lunchbox. It was a meticulous set of containers that all fit in the bigger container, perfectly sized. Eddie had sorted it all accordingly.

Richie was surprisingly quiet, but at the moment, he was distracted. Trying to unpack everything, he could definitely admit it wasn't exactly practical. Not in that sense anyway.

Finally, Eddie looked up and caught Richie's eye.

He was just staring at him, head tilted slightly and smiling in a way Eddie couldn't quite explain. Sandwich off in his hand, it was forgotten as he stared.

A knot tied itself in his stomach, flush daring to spread up his neck.

"What, asshole?" Eddie snapped -defensive (he always was when flustered).

Richie smiled, chiming, "You haven't changed at fucking all, Eds. Seriously."

"I already fucking told you-"

"Yeah, yeah, self-acceptance shit, I know," Richie dismissed, waving a hand (the one without the sandwich), "-but, in your very core, you're still the fucking gremlin from 8th grade."

The one you liked? Eddie's mind chimed, Does that mean you still like me?

"I'm 18 years old, Rich," Eddie pursed his lips, swiping the thought out of his head, "-I'm a fucking adult. I'm not a fucking... gremlin."

"It's a good thing, asshole," Richie laughed, placing his sandwich down (on top of the plastic bag he'd had with his lunch in it, Eddie scrunched up his nose) and disconnecting their eyes, "-I liked that Eddie. A lot."

Eddie just looked at him for a second, something stirring in his chest. Had been all day. How the fuck was he ever supposed to get over this?

"About that," Eddie gnawed at his lip for a second, "-What the fuck do you mean six planets worth? That... Are you exaggerating or?"

Richie grinned and Eddie swore his eyes twinkled (fuck everything), "Eds, I was so into you, you should've been scared."

"Yeah, well," Eddie huffed out, picking at his granola bar, "-I was too, what makes yours six and mine one?"

Richie blinked, clearing his throat, "Right, yeah. I mean, I don't... I don't know how much lil Spaghetti liked me for reference but, I'm pretty fucking sure I have you topped."

"Yeah?" Eddie raised an eyebrow, putting a hand in front of his mouth for politeness's sake, "-How the fuck do you know that?"

Richie didn't say anything for a second, hands moving to grab his drink -fluidly. He didn't look at Eddie then, and everything made him want to fidget -anxiety to the brink. He, instead, shuffled through his food, trying to decide what to eat, or if he even could, anxiety made him sick to his stomach-

"You remember that stupid bridge? In Derry?" Richie asked, not eating and talking (maybe for Eddie's sake).

Eddie paused for a second, connecting their eyes together and furrowing his brows, "The kissing bridge?"

Richie seemed to let that settle into the air for a second before saying, "I carved into it. You and... uh, you and me."

Eddie blinked for a second (what the fuck), before being hit with a memory, "Me too."

Richie froze, squeaking out, "What?"

Eddie moved along, casually (it didn't feel quite as nerve-wracking as before), "A big heart with a blocky kinda R in it, I think. I got a fucking splinter because of it, was pissed at you for weeks."

Richie blinked, swallowing, "I've seen that one."

"What about-" Eddie started, slowly, "-What about yours?"

"R + E," Richie answered instinctively.

Eddie paused for a second, all he could think of was the older one -front and center. It was big and simple, and lightly carved. But also huge. So he'd always really wondered how that person felt about the whole thing, and maybe if he knew them (dreadful hope).

"The fucking big one?" Eddie asked, genuinely, "-That's like... front and center?"

Richie bit at his lip a little like he was hesitant, "Yeah, the big one."

Eddie pressed his lips together, processing. He'd looked at that one and hoped with everything in him that it was Richie. And it fucking was. God. He shouldn't be feeling this shit for someone from middle school, but he was Richie. It felt like a limb was cut off when he left, like a piece of him just up and fucking... walked away.

"What was high school like for you?" Richie asked, curiously -eyes settled on him very attentively.

Eddie realized that the look was familiar, have you always looked at me like that?

"Shitty," he answered, "-I didn't really have any friends for a while, but I was in a lot of like clubs and shit. I was in cheer from like the end of 9th grade to-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Richie interrupted, suddenly, and a flush was splotchy up his face, "-you were in cheer?"

Eddie blinked, before settling in a hard frown, "What, dickweed? Do you have a fucking issue with it? Because-"

"No, just-" Richie paused, clearing his throat, "-That's... I... 8th grade Richie probably would've lost his shit."

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, "Why?"

Richie didn't answer that, instead, asking, "Can you do like flips and shit? Or were you one of the ones they launched in the air, or...?"

"A flyer, moron," Eddie pursed his lips, "-and yeah, I was."

"So, you could, hypothetically," Richie spoke, a little like he was excited (or impressed maybe), "-do a flip, or like a... somersault right now?"

"Hypothetically, yes," Eddie answered and he saw Richie physically brighten up, "-but that would be stupid as fuck. This floor-" he stomped onto it with his foot, "-is straight fucking concrete. If I fucked up-"

"Would you fuck up?" Richie asked with a shit-eating grin (Eddie clenched his fists).

"No," Eddie frowned, "-I was the star fucking player, actually, but I don't want to risk-"

"So, somewhere else, softer ground," Richie clarified, "-you'd do it?"

"I didn't say I'd do it," Eddie interjected, pointedly, "-I'm not a fucking circus monkey, I'm not gonna just perform for you, dickweed."

"C'mon, Eds," Richie put his hands together in a prayer symbol, "-I'll do fucking anything. Seriously. You want me to go buy you dessert? I know a fucking great icecream parlor down the street-"

Eddie's mind lit up at that, like a date? That sounded like a fucking date.

"-I'll do your homework for a week, I'll buy you a new fucking backpack, one of those expensive ones too-"

"Fucking, okay," Eddie relented, laughing a little (trying to mask it), "-Fine, asshole, I'll do it."

"Fuck yeah," Richie fist pumped, and Eddie really did laugh that time, "-What's your price, Spaghetti?"

"Just fucking tell me about high school for you," Eddie deflected, picking at his food again.

"No, seriously, name it, Eds, and I'll-"

"You owe me one," Eddie exhaled, "-How about that? It's not like we'll never fucking see each other again."

Richie looked at him then, in a way he recognized but couldn't name, before responding (in what Eddie understood to be a southern grandmother impression), "You're right. Never letting go of my dear Eds again!"

My Eds, it rattled through his mind again, a knot tied up in his stomach. God, this was going to be so fucking hard to deal with.

"Richie, tell me about fucking high school," Eddie leveled with finality, but he was smiling.

Richie pursed his lips, adjusting his glasses, "Not much to say, I... I was in every club at least once because everything was boring as shit to me. I honestly didn't do much, I just... hated it. I had one friend and we met up like once a week, other than that it was, uh, video games and homework. It sucked, seriously fucking sucked because-"

Richie fell quiet, eye falling to the table (his unfinished sandwich specifically).

Eddie raised an eyebrow, and moved to catch his eye, "Because of what?"

Richie looked at him for a second, pressing his lips into a thin line, and just skimming over Eddie in entirety. Somehow like he couldn't believe he was here. Eddie knew the feeling.

"Because you weren't there," Richie finished, eyes glinting in a way Eddie, again, couldn't read.

Oh.

Eddie frowned and looked down to start picking at his food -like he didn't want to eat it. Which he did, he was fucking starving (he'd rounded the entire campus at least once).

He wasn't sure to say, but after a moment, Eddie decided.

"I missed you too, asshat."

Richie grinned at him then, big and bright, and Eddie wanted to scream (because what the fuck, why did he look at him like that? That's so unfair-). Of course, Richie was probably his exact type, maybe his type was based off him-

"How are you getting home?" Richie asked, almost awkwardly -picking at his food and not looking at him, "-Do you have like a boyfriend picking you up? Or?"

Was that, Eddie's mind chimed, Was he trying to nonchalantly ask if I'm single? Really?

Eddie felt his heart leap to his throat, blinking at Richie (who was not looking at him). His eyes skimmed over his face, trying to read it. He thinks if his heart wasn't beating so fucking loud (fuck everything), he probably could-

"No," Eddie finally answered -blush biting up his cheeks (eyes darting down to his food), "-I haven't dated anyone since fucking sophomore year. I've been taking the bus."

"Eddie Kaspbrak taking the bus?" Richie laughed, somehow more... happy (was that the right word?), "-I never thought I'd see the day-"

"It's against my own fucking will," Eddie retorted, lips pressed into a thin line -nose shriveled up, "-I hate it."

"Do you wear little gloves and shit?" Richie asked like it might be the best thing in the world, "-Scoot away from everyone who sits by you-"

Eddie frowned, "You're such a dick."

"So, you do," Richie leveled, grinning.

Eddie pressed his lips together into a flat line, scrunching up his face in frustration, "Fuck you, asshole. Talk to me when you're bedridden with a perfectly preventable illness."

"I have a car, Eds," Riche remarked, "-No public transport for this guy."

Eddie rolled his eyes, "Don't fucking brag, dickweed."

"I could," Richie started, maybe nervously, "-I could be your ride. If you wanted."

"You'd do that?" Eddie eyed him -curiously. Huh.

"I mean," Richie cleared his throat, "-yeah."

"You don't even know where I live," Eddie pointed out -smiling a little.

He was starting to think-

Richie shrugged, bringing a chip to his mouth -a flavor that Eddie would probably regard as too much (just by how it looked), "I don't give a fuck."

"It's Elliott Avenue, near the library," Eddie stated -trying to understand the flickers in his face.

"Yeah?" Richie hummed, nonchalantly, "-That's fine. I know where that is."

Eddie pressed his lips into a thin line, "Where do you live?"

Richie pursed his lips, silent for a moment. Like he was debating how to answer, which meant something. And it made Eddie start thinking himself.

"Hutcherson Road," he finally said, "-close-ish to the Walmart."

Eddie's eyebrows pinched together, "What the fuck? That's halfway across the city, asswipe."

Richie shrugged again, eyes distinctly not on Eddie's, and a splotchy red crawling up his collar. Eddie trailed it with his eyes curiously.

He wasn't fucking stupid.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Eddie asked, blatantly (looking for a reaction). There were two ways this could go, one, Richie would act insanely nonchalant and Eddie would be totally wrong, or-

"Um," Richie pressed his lips together, voice a little squeaky and red darkening against his skin, "-no."

That. Or that.

Eddie wasn't one to half-ass anything so. If he wanted something, he usually got it. Maybe a little because of all the things he'd missed out on when he was younger (like Richie, actually), or maybe because he was like a caged fucking bird and didn't have the opportunity to... do things. So, he made a decision.

"Cool," Eddie spoke, casually, "-You should take me to that icecream parlor."

"You already cashing the favor in, Spaghetti?" Richie laughed, "-That was-"

"Not a favor," Eddie tsked, entirely calm (his nerves had disappeared way earlier, because it was Richie, and then, well, he'd been right-), even still, his eyes fell to picking up some food on his fork, "-A date, dickhead."

"What?" Richie squeaked out.

Eddie chanced a look at him and was met with a very red Richie Tozier. He looked like a fucking tomato, eyes were wide as fuck, and sandwich dropped haphazardly onto the table -in shock. Eddie had the spare thought that it might be the cutest thing he'd ever seen (which he was kinda not mad about but also was). At the thought, he felt a pink dust on his face -maybe just at the compliment, or maybe the fact that Eddie had been able to do that to him. Just by saying he should ask him out-

"Did you not hear me, dipshit?" Eddie quirked an eyebrow.

Richie was unblinking. Anxiety swirled into Eddie's stomach. Well, he thought he was right but maybe-

"Unless you, um," Eddie scrambled, "-Unless that was... Unless you don't want that."

Richie was still just staring.

Eddie swallowed, heat bubbling up to his face -starting to messily pack up his lunch, "Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't... I'm just gonna go, actually. I think I misread-"

"Wait, shit, no-" Richie suddenly straightened, grabbing Eddie's wrist -as if to stop him (his brain froze). It sent a spark down to his toes, a familiar one that he'd missed like a limb.

His eyes dropped to Eddie's wrist, and the red on his face somehow went redder (what the fuck). Richie's eyes shot to his after a few seconds, and Eddie felt like maybe he should just shove him off and run. Because this was so fucking embarrassing-

Their hands connected over a table, hanging a little awkwardly there. Richie's eyes are big and wide, and Eddie’s quite possibly bigger. They were both red as fuck (personally Eddie felt like he might explode at this rate). And Eddie's heart was beating so fast that he thought he maybe should be concerned about cardiac arrest-

"Fuck, no you didn't-" Richie said after a moment, quickly (like he was speaking as his mind thought of the words), "-You didn't read it wrong. I'm... I want to go. With you. On a... Fuck, my brain isn't working-"

Eddie laughed a little, and Richie's eyes shot to it. It made Eddie's heart leap into his throat, as a smile slipped across his lips (an affectionate one, if Eddie was honest).

"-What I fucking mean to say is," Richie exhaled, dropping his wrist (only to fidget with how own hands -nervously), "-I want to. I want to go on a date with you."

Eddie's heart fluttered in his chest -so, not wrong.

"Probably have since fucking 5th grade," Richie finished -laughing.

"Yeah?" Eddie asked, maybe a little uncertain (he almost had a fucking heart attack to be fair-).

"Yeah," Richie breathed out like it took everything in his chest, "-Fuck yeah."

"Okay, so, um-" Eddie felt almost a little awkward, "-What, maybe... Thursday? I have practice tomorrow after all my classes, so-"

"Thursday sounds fucking awesome," Richie interrupted, breathless (staring at Eddie a little like he might vanish or maybe change his mind).

Eddie's heart flipped in his chest, "Do you want to... Do you want to come to my practice tomorrow? I know you said you wanted t-"

"Yes," Richie interrupted -eagerly, before backing off a bit (eyes hitched on Eddie's a little bit like he couldn’t look away), "-Shit, sorry, I'm not like... I just..."

He dropped his head forward, sliding his hands down his face in exhaustion, "Fuck, man, I can't even talk right now."

Eddie laughed, and Richie's head shot up at it -before sliding a hand down his face again.

"And you're just making it worse," Richie spoke -muffled behind his hands.

Eddie frowned, a little defensive, "How am I making it worse, asshole? I'm not doing anything."

Richie took a minute, breathing deeply through his chest. Eddie waited, patiently.

"You're laughing," Richie explained, finally looking at him again but his hands were fidgeting so much that Eddie couldn't ignore it, "-and I fucking... I really like your laugh. Have since I was like 11 years old-"

Eddie blinked. Oh.

"I can't just-" Eddie exhaled, flustered and frustrated, "-stop laughing-"

"No, what, no-" Richie quickly moved forward, hands ending up on Eddie's arms, "-Don't. Don't do that, I'm just... I can't think right now because you're... you. And we're going on a fucking date Thursday. This is like 8th grade Richie's wet dream-"

Eddie scrunched up his nose, and shoved at his shoulder -Richie just grinned brighter, "Ew, asshole."

"It's a compliment," Richie laughed, defending himself, "-Well, honestly, I think seeing you again at all was probably his wet dream-"

"Jesus Christ, Richie," Eddie shook off Richie's hands (even though his whole body rejected the idea, fucking craved it), "-You're fucking disgusting."

"Aw, c'mon, Eds, I didn't mean it, I swear-" Richie laughed more, but genuinely seemed a little regretful (maybe because he actually wanted to touch Eddie physically -the idea made Eddie a little dizzy).

Eddie stayed in place, but still frowned, "Yeah, right, asshole."

His laughter dissipated through the air, and something new laid heavy onto their shoulders. Eddie kind of knew what it was though. They stared at each other for a minute.

"So, what now?" Richie asked.

"You should probably take me home," Eddie leveled, "-I have a shit ton of homework."

"We could-" Richie started, nervously, "-We could get something to eat, and I could... I could do homework and shit with you-"

"We just ate," Eddie laughed, pointing at the forgotten lunches.

"Fuck, right," Richie laughed, a little embarrassed, "-I mean, I could get some like... take out for dinner, and just... study at your place until we need to order it-"

Eddie was smiling in a teasing kind of way.

"-I'd pay. So, it's like free fucking food. And it's just-"

Richie paused for a second and just looked at Eddie -eyes skimming along him.

"-I don't want this to be over yet."

Eddie tilted his head a bit, pink clouding up his cheeks, and laughed, "Yeah, okay, idiot. But you better not fucking distract me."

"Me? Never," Richie responded, grinning way too big for studying.

Eddie didn't get shit done that night, because, as it happens, Richie Tozier (his middle school ex-best friend and crush) is a big fucking distraction. Who knew?

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@sunshinereddie ABSOLUTELY !!! I only have a spotify version but I'm really happy with it (link here)

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6 & 21 for the fanfic asks !!!

6. favorite AU?

I dunno if time loop/travel counts because it’s still somewhat grounded in canon, but if we’re talking wholly removed alternate universes I will say I have a soft spot for anything sports related. It doesn’t matter what sport it is but it helps if it’s baseball

21. what fandom/pairing do you keep going back to?

Mob Psycho 100 & serirei. Love those guys. Gateway drug to old man yaoi

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me following your st blog even though i have all st tags blocked because i still haven’t finished watchinf s4……… but haiiii :3

SUNNY!!!!!!!!!! <3333333 HELLOOOO!!!!!! <33333

I can’t believe you’ve managed to avoid s4 for this long! I’d be sad that I still can’t unload my ST brainrot on you if I wasn’t so genuinely impressed. by the time I got around to watching it (august), I already knew what happened and when… and it’d (vol 2) only been out for like a month!

but anyway! omg hi! I missed you!! I’ve been so fully submerged in ST that I never even divert into my old interests anymore :((( but ur on my mind every time I check my It sideblog, or rewatch the movies with my sister :,) <3

PLEASE let me know when you do get around to watching s4 bc I would love to hear your thoughts and talk ur ear off abt my own :,)

anyway, thank you for this ask! it genuinely made me so happy to see it come in like… I am smiling and giggling and twirling my hair and kicking my feet fr… <3 ily bff 🫂🫀

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