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“He’s like roadkill,” Richie says, once, laying on his back in Bill’s room. His glasses make his eyes look too-big, staring at the ceiling, like they’re blown out from coke or something. (They’re not, Bill’s pretty sure. Maybe one day. But not yet. Richie Tozier at seventeen only has three vices: shitty cigarettes, shitty jokes, and Eddie Kaspbrak. Bill’s also pretty sure he could live without two of them.)

Stan, sitting at Bill’s desk and furrowing his brow at their math homework (Richie had looked at it about an hour ago, furrowed his brow for a bit, then announced he’d done it all in his head and flopped down backwards onto Bill’s bed. Which was ridiculous. And, most annoying of all, probably true.), looks up incredulously at this.

“In what way?” he asks. There’s a perfectly shaped question in the arch of his brow. Bill’s hands itch for a pen.

“Like…” Richie rolls the word around in his mouth, lazy, loose, the sticky-sweet of summer on his tongue. “When I pass him, it’s, like, I’m sad you know? Like, holy shit, you know when you pass some poor little dude that got hit, and you’re just like, man, someone really fuckin’ railroaded you. But they still keep on going! And I feel, like… guilty, y’know? That I didn’t, I dunno, take care of them, or some shit. Not like they’re weak or anything, but like -- a fucking car, man! That would take out a goddamn elephant!”

There’s a long beat of silence.

Then, finally, Stan says, “That is nothing like roadkill.”

Which, yeah. But, Bill thinks, it is like Eddie. Sometimes Bill thinks that the reason half of Richie’s jokes—now extended to rambling thoughts volleyed across the low ceiling of Bill’s bedroom—about Eddie don’t make any sense is because they’re just Richie looking for any excuse to talk about Eddie and seizing upon whatever he thinks of. The reason the other half make so much sense is because when he tries, there’s nothing Richie knows as well as Eddie Kaspbrak. Maybe Bill, but that’s different, the way water feels different when it’s a river or it’s a hurricane. The same thing, except for all the ways it’s not.

“Come on,” Richie is complaining as Stan continues to reel off the flaws in his comparison.

“What roadkill still keeps going?” Stan demands, which makes Richie pause for a moment.

It’s a hard one to counter, in fairness, even for a Trashmouth with motormouth syndrome. Richie Tozier, the Boy Who Cried Wolf, not to lie, just for something to do.

Richie’s lips curve in a wicked grin. Bill braces himself. Stan sighs in advance.

“Anything, if you’ve got enough nerve,” Richie crows, winking. He dissolved into laughter as Stan stands from the desk to grab one of Bill’s pillows and begins to beat Richie with it.

“That’s your trash limit for the day,” Bill says, watching the tableau in amusement.

“For what?” Richie demands, outraged. It’s muffled from the force of Stan’s attempts to suffocate him.

“Necrophilia? Bestiality? Both?” Stan retorts, incredulous, as he finally relents in his pillow warfare. “I can’t believe you made a joke about fucking roadkill.”

“Fucking or fucki—” Richie starts, before Stan silences him with a look.

“Well,” Bill says, “he did compare Eddie to roadkill.”

There’s a second as they all absorb this. Richie goes pink, Stan’s lips do that thing they do when he’s trying to hide a smile (but not very hard), and Bill -- just looks at Richie. They’re not going to say anything else on the subject, he knows. Richie will change the subject, or one of them will take pity on him and do it for him, or one of the others will show up unexpectedly outside Bill’s window, or call around, and that’ll be that. They never talk about it, for all that they all know.

All meaning Richie, Bill and Stan, but -- he thinks the others know too. Not Eddie—probably—not because Richie is subtle, but because Eddie has never known how to be wanted—but Mike, Ben, Bev… Bill thinks so.

It’s not easy to miss, is all, when you’re around someone whose centre of gravity changes when someone else shows up -- when they rearrange the atoms of their own quiet universe to orbit a new sun.

But they don’t talk about it. Richie Tozier, Run Your Mouth Richie, Trashmouth Tozier, Boy Without A Filter, Fuckin’ Asshole Needs To Learn Some Goddamn Manners, Beep Beep Richie, one hundred other names for Richie’s inability to shut the fuck up at the best of times, all fading to whispers in the face of the way he looks when it’s late at night and Eddie’s sitting a little too close, a little too easy to touch with hands too wanting to not feel too heavy.

He gets happy and scared at the same time, and Bill doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything like it, anyone look like that. He’s seen Richie terrified, seen him exuberant, but the only times he’s both are when he’s on a rollercoaster and when he’s looking at Eddie when he doesn’t think anyone’s paying attention.

So. They don’t talk about it.

“Eds’d hate the roadkill comparison,” Richie says, laughing a little. It’s not his normal laugh, and definitely nothing capable of fooling Bill or Stan, but they don’t call him on it. Cowardice and crudeness, those are the crimes they’ll hold him to account for. His heart, that’s loosely guarded, so they’ll do their part to keep it intact.

“As he should,” Stan says.

Maybe not if he heard it in full, Bill thinks, but he doesn’t say it.

They never do, after all.

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I came up with a sad au so here.

If I remember correctly in the book, the loser club fights pennywise the second time in the 80s. As many of us are aware, the 80s was the height of the AIDS epidemic. If Richie was sleeping around with men at the time, the odds of him getting AIDS is greater than zero. What if Richie was so upset over Eddie dying for him because Richie knew he had AIDS. Because Richie knew that he was already dying so why couldn’t it have been him? Why did his Eds have to die instead of him?

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Bonus sad: none of the losers knowing that Richie has it before the fight, but they see that Richie is a little more quiet than they remember. He also seems different than his radio show. He's sluggish, tired, and claims he has a cold. Eddie especially is worried and keeps asking Richie about symptoms and Richie just shrugs it off.

He doesn't want the losers to know he's dying bc he wants his final memories with them to be as close as possible to when they were kids. So it comes as a shock that just days after they beat It, Richie is hospitalized

I came up with a sad au so here.

If I remember correctly in the book, the loser club fights pennywise the second time in the 80s. As many of us are aware, the 80s was the height of the AIDS epidemic. If Richie was sleeping around with men at the time, the odds of him getting AIDS is greater than zero. What if Richie was so upset over Eddie dying for him because Richie knew he had AIDS. Because Richie knew that he was already dying so why couldn’t it have been him? Why did his Eds have to die instead of him?

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I got recommended X-Men blogs the moment I started writing my Charles fic again,,, THAT'S NOT EVEN POSTED ON TUMBLR

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shhh no its ok i follow your other blog anyway so i see you all the time i just wanted to tell you that you're one of my favorite people 💕💕

This is really kind. Thank you.

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dOODLE ILU

Oh my goodness thank you.

I'm sorry for the lack of posts. I get distracted by art a lot.

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If you're starving for It content, I have an ask blog for the losers club!

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Can I request one where reader is a actress and married to Stan and they have kids and the losers finally meet the kids and laugh because the children the daughter in particular acts so much like Stan

Posted! I may have tweaked it slightly but I hope you enjoy!

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Little Peculiarities- Adult Stan Uris X Reader

Word Count: 1244

Warnings: Self Harm (the bath)

Request: Can I request one where reader is a actress and married to Stan and they have kids and the losers finally meet the kids and laugh because the children the daughter in particular acts so much like Stan.

Author's Note: I added a little fun surprise at the end. Hope you enjoy and sorry for the wait!

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The past year had been hellish to put it lightly. You had found your husband with a razor blade pressed to his skin about ten months before.

Neither of you moved for a moment, just stood there wondering how you got to this situation. Stan felt an overwhelming sense of shame and fear that seemed to rise from the pit of his gut to his throat as he dropped the blade.

Your mind raced with questions. Have I been away from home too much? Have I stressed him? Have I failed him somehow? You carefully walked over before kneeling next to the bathtub. Without a word you brought Stan to your chest and he sobbed.

As he sobbed he told you things about his past. He told you about all of the little scars on his face and how they got there. He told you about the painting in his father's office. He told you about Big Bill and the others. He told you everything. And you believed him.

Which made your mind jump to another point- your daughter. If what Stan said was true- which you had no doubt it was- your daughter was in danger.

You and Stan talked it over that night and he decided he would go to Derry. So that night you and your daughter Robin sent Stan off onto a 'work trip'.

In order to do so, you had very abruptly canceled a week's worth of filming for your latest movie. Ironically, it was a horror film but the director was far from pleased with your sudden brief departure.

For days you were stressed out of your mind but when you got the call that it was over- that he was on his way home.

That night your little girl slept in your bed while you quietly cried of joy, thanking whatever higher power for the safety of your husband.

The morning when he returned, he pulled Robin up into his arms and chest. He buried his face on top of her head and kissed her golden curls. You clutched your chest and cupped his cheek with an open hand.

The following weeks were filled with near-constant cuddle piles with Robin when you weren't working of course.

Although you recalled one particularly long day of filming. At the end of it you were covered in gallons upon gallons of fake blood and your own sweat covered you. You headed to your trailer for a long, long shower to wash off the grime and clear the fake blood from beneath your finger nails.

You carefully sat on the bed in just a bra and underwear while you brushed your hair before you heard a knock. You scrambled to pull on a robe and slipped on some flats before opening the door to reveal Stan dressed in his usual formal wear plus his reading glasses. In his arms was Robin, who held out a bunch of little wild daisies.

Without hesitation you pulled her from Stan's arms and to your own chest. You kissed her temple. "I love you my little chickadee."

"I love you mommy," she smiled, smushing her cheek against your shoulder.

"Do I get to meet the proud mommy or what, Stanley?"

You furrowed your brows. "Who was that?"

Stan stepped aside to reveal a rather large group of individuals all of whom stared dead at you.

You felt heat fill your cheeks. "Excuse me. Lemme dress proper and then I'll properly introduce myself." You handed Robin back off to Stan and quickly shut the door before hustling to your closet. You pulled on a simple black dress that fit your curves well enough to be flattering but not flirty.

You did very quick and light makeup (used to doing so being a hustling mother) and slipped on heels before skipping out of your trailer.

You paused when you looked at the group Stan brought along. What jolted you most was the fact that you had met three of them in your career. First:

"Richie Tozier- oh my God you're the Trashmouth my husband told me about!"

Richie laughed and opened his arms. "C'mon I haven't seen you since we worked on that one chick-flick together."

You walked over and gave him a sweet hug but he gripped harder. "Thank you for saving my best friend," he whispered.

"Thank you for helping protect my baby girl."

The two of you pulled apart and you looked to William Denbrough, or more accurately, Big Bill. He had directed the first horror movie you had starred in, along with his wife. The two of you had played sisters.

He smiled sweetly. "Audra sends her regards."

You finally looked to Miss Beverly Marsh. She smiled big. "I see you're wearing one of my dresses. Trying to kiss up to the designer?" You laughed and went in for a hug, which she happily accepted.

Then one by one Stan had introduced you to his friends. Mike, Ben, and Eddie were all new names to you but each one accepted you with nothing but kindness.

Once introductions were done, Stan smiled at you whilst holding Robin's hand while she tried to wander away. "Y/N, baby-love, I was thinking we could all go to dinner."

You happily accepted the idea and all of you headed out.

At the restaurant, you sat across from Stan and Robin just to help keep a proper eye on her. Ben sat on one side of you and Richie on the other.

"You know," Richie began, "she looks like Stan as a kid, but cuter."

You giggled as you watched Stan roll his eyes. Robin, who saw him do so, attempted to roll her eyes but ended up doing a side-eyed pout.

Richie laughed and held his hand out toward the two of them. "C'mon you gotta see the similarities!"

Food arrived at the table not long after and you smiled to yourself when Stan and Robin had the same meals placed in front of them with the exception of one being kid-sized.

They lifted their forks in unison without realizing, which only made the table struggle to contain their laughter.

Stan and Robin both furrowed their brows, which made you laugh even more. Then your phone rang. You sheepishly excused yourself from the table to get it.

You stepped back towards the bathroom before accepting the call. You knew it was from the doctor from the number, but you figured it was because you had never picked up the results of your lab work from a few days prior.

"Hello, this is Y/N Uris."

"Hello Mrs. Uris, we apologize for such a late call but your lab work came back."

"Yes, what of it? Is it explaining why I've been feeling ill in the mornings?"

"Mrs. Uris, you're pregnant."

You quickly ended the call and made your way to the table. Stan and Robin both looked up at you.

"Darling?"

"Momma?"

You smiled. "We're welcoming a fourth into the family." You placed a hand gently against your stomach as cheers filled the room so loud that other tables looked over in annoyance.

"Maybe this time you'll get your own mini-me!"

You laughed and looked to see Stan's eyes watering with joy. You sat down and gripped his hand from across the table. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Robin moved onto Stan's lap and raised a hand. "Me three!"

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Hey there! Sorry for bit working on requests. Right now I'm revising old stories that I thought were too intense or too boring. I'll be editing their posts soon but if you want to reread the revisions they're on: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23273623/chapters/55736107

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Hi, can please have a Bill Denbrough and Gorgie Twin reader. Where the reader died alongside Gorgie and has been since then has been following him around and growing up while Gorgie went off to find peace. 27 years later, when they go to Neilbolt, they can see the reader and interact with her/him/them. The reader comforts Bill saying Gorgie, themselves and Dean wasn't his fault and tells him that they will see him later. The reader also had a crush on Richie saying I knew you would grow up cute.

Hiya! So I'm not really sure if I feel comfortable writing this. It feels kinda scatterbrained and I don't really like the idea of a six year old ghost telling a 41 or something year old man that she thought he'd grow up cute. Sorry I'm just kinda iffy on this one.

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Temptations- Adult Eddie Kaspbrak X Reader

Word Count: 2968

Warnings: Cursing, smut, alcohol

Request: Hello! I was wondering if I could request a smut for adult Eddie Kaspbrak please? Maybe where the reader is a member of the losers club and her and Eddie had crushes on each other when they were younger and those feelings came back when they met up again at the restaurant. Maybe have it be set towards the end of the film and Eddie survives and figures what the hell and just gives into his feelings. Thank you so much in advance! ☺️

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When Mike had called, you were in the middle of teaching a lesson to your fourth period class. At first, you had let the phone buzz in your purse. The second time, you let it buzz again. The third time, you sighed, just throwing the answer key to the previous night's assignment under the ELMO to let the kids check their own work.

You pulled out your phone and answered. "Hello Ms. L/N speaking- if you'd please call at a later time- I'm in the middle of a lesson."

"Y/N, it's Mike."

The class had gone quiet so they could try and hear your conversation. You gave them all a slightly scolding yet somewhat amused look as you stepped out of the classroom. Outside, you spotted a teacher with her plan period across the hall.

You hurried over, phone still near your face but not quite pushed against it.

"Hey Diana," you smiled nervously, "can you take my class for a few minutes? They're juniors, it shouldn't be much trouble."

Seeing you had your phone, she nodded with a small smile and wordlessly stepped into the classroom.

You started walking towards the teacher work room and put the phone back to your ear. "Hello, yes, I'm sorry about that. I had to leave my classroom," you sighed. You lightly shook your head and forced a smile although the mystery man on the other side of the line wouldn't be able to see it. "So, I don't believe I know a Mike. Are you sure this isn't the wrong Y/N?"

"I'm positive. It's Mike Hanlon, from Derry. We used to be friends."

"I-" you paused, something starting to poke at your memory. You began to walk a bit faster, heels clicking viciously against the tile floor. "You were homeschooled weren't you? Had a little farm?"

"There we go. You remember."

"Yeah I do," you hummed softly, now wondering why on earth he was calling you after... how long? ... 27 years?

"It's back."

When you woke up, you were laying on a sickbed in the school infirmary, your legs just barely fitting on it. You moved your legs to the floor and sat up. The room spun a bit but it slowed down after a few moments.

You didn't remember much after that other than the pain as you collapsed in the middle of the hallway and hushed but panicked voices nearing.

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A few footsteps shuffled in and began to bombard you with questions over whether or not you were alright. Truthfully, you weren't and you'd say you weren't, but with a totally different explanation.

"Oh you see, I had a family emergency. My mom... she..." You struggled to come up with an excuse since your mother had passed away about a decade prior.

Luckily, one of the staff members, Diana from earlier, changed the subject. "How many days do you need off?"

The flight and arrival in Derry was all blurred to you. You were shocked you had managed to function like an actual human being. Or at least you thought you did; you couldn't say for certain.

"Maybe a week," you smiled small, but you hoped, you prayed it was less.

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Although as you entered the Jade Orient, part of your sanity seemed to return. You were clearheaded as you talked to the hostess, mentioning that you were there for a party of eight.

She gestured back towards a seating area that was blocked off by a wooden screen. You were hesitant to enter, there was no doubt about that, but you stepped in and gave a sigh of relief. There was no jump scare or moment of shock; just faces you knew that had aged over the years.

Mike and Bill were engrossed in a conversation that made both of their eyes light up. You overheard something about Bill's writing- oh yeah Bill was a famous writer now- and Mike's library.

Now, the other two were antithetical in comparison; Richie and Eddie were sitting across from each other, making fun of each other, bantering.

You smiled to yourself. Just like old times.

Richie was in the middle of a 'your mom' joke before he looked up and whistled. "Oh damn who is that thiccums over there?"

Working with high school students, you knew exactly what that meant and you turned red, shaking your head, but unable to stop smiling. "Keep it in your pants Richard." You held your arms out to hug him. "But get your ass over here and give me a hug."

Richie nearly leaped from his seat, tripping over his gangly legs, and wrapped his equally long arms around you.

It felt weird having Richie, who used to be shorter than you, stand above six foot and hug you so tightly, but it felt nice.

After he pulled away, he laughed. "Shit, you're showing me up. I got the dad bod and here you are with childbearing hips and an itty bitty waist."

You laughed embarrassedly. "Oh Richie you're flattering me."

You turned back towards the table, ready to speak but you stopped yourself. Staring at you was a slender but sharp face with inquisitive eyes as big as a Disney princess. His nose had sharpened in angles over the years but very faintly you could see familiar freckles from sunshine trailing over both cheeks and his nose.

He smiled at you and you smiled back, feeling the heat of a childhood crush fill your cheeks. "Hi Eddie."

He was up on his feet in an instant, pulling you close and into a hug that was almost too tight. Just almost. Yet you found your embarrassment fading and your cockiness growinf. "Miss me that much?"

He pulled away almost immediately, rambling over how it was "so amazing to see you" and how you "grew up to look exactly like your mother".

You rolled your eyes but your smile stayed as you went to squish his cheeks. "And you haven't changed at all," you cooed.

And you drank. Richie drank. Bill drank. Mike drank. Even Eddie, who had scolded you once or twice for underage drinking, drank to the point of delight.

He lightly pushed your hand away before you turned to the rest of the group, laughing. "I don't know about you guys, but I need a drink!"

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When Ben and Bev arrived, they joined the festivities.

You didn't quite remember how, but you ended up in Eddie's lap, giggling, feeling like a teenager again. He felt the same as he had an arm lazily wrapped around your waist.

He kept his arm there as he walked you back to the townhouse; neither of you felt like it was suitable to drive back with how drunk you were.

The walk upstairs was jovial as you swung your hands together and laughed even though no jokes were told.

But the air changed once you had reached the top. Eddie's bedroom was closest and you weren't sure if he dragged you in or if you had pulled him in, but that didn't matter at all.

As soon as the door was closed, arms were wrapped snug around your waist, a chest surprisingly tough pressed against yours.

Eddie was staring at you, mouth barely agape, breathless. Inside he was panicking some but God he knew he wanted this.

"Tell me to stop," he warned.

You returned his look, but yours carried a smugness to it; like you were confident in the first place that things would go accordingly.

"Don't you dare stop."

With that, Eddie's mouth slammed against yours in a way that threw you off guard entirely. Eddie, as long as you had known him, had been somewhat pristine. Sure, he could be as loud as Richie and much angrier, and he was no Stan, but Eddie always had a neatness to him.

So to see him do something so intense, so sloppy took your breath away.

You kissed him back with a similar if not equal force that made your lips tingle and burn.

Your arms planted themselves around his neck; your hands grasped onto fistfuls of hair just as soft and thick as it had been before Eddie even hit puberty.

Eddie pulled away slightly, your lips maybe a centimeter apart, foreheads pressed together. "Maybe we should move this to the bed?" He phrased it more so as a question than a statement.

You nearly agreed, but you remembered something. "Eddie, we can't. You're married." You pulled your arms away from him and stepped back. "I don't care if your marriage isn't going well. I don't want to be the one to make you cheat." You looked to the ground, feeling as if you had sobered up.

Eddie stepped back a foot and tried to look anywhere that wasn't you. "Y-yeah, right. Sorry, I think I drank too much."

"I did too." You slowly made your way closer to the door before you told him, "have a good night, Eddie."

The following hours and days, you weren't exactly sure how long the process of killing a demon clown was, were grueling. Yet, all of you made it.

He mumbled something in return, but you didn't hear it because you were already down the hall.

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Yes, there were extremely terrifying moments that made you feel like you pissed yourself. Like when: Bill nearly drowned in water, Richie got put in the deadlights, Mike tried to get you all to do a ritual that killed the original casters, Ben had more shit carved into his stomach, Bev nearly drowned in blood, Eddie was stabbed in the fucking face, and you nearly suffocated at one point.

You took joy in watching the house on Neibolt Street collapse into itself. That house that had haunted you for nearly three decades was finally gone.

You looked around at your friends. Everyone was dirty and covered in blood of their own or even someone else's. "Hey guys," you began, "how about we go swimming?"

A small chorus of delayed and tired 'yeah's followed. All of you walked through town, ignoring those who looked at you like you were insane.

About halfway there, Eddie squirmed his way next to you and reached out for your hand.

After the quarry, you all went back to the townhouse, deciding to rest up before you'd all inevitably leave Derry once again. Only this time, you wouldn't forget. You'd remember your friends and go on in life with them as your friends.

You let him.

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Quietly, you walked to your room and as soon as you could, you took a long shower. You took great care in getting all of the blood and dirt off of your skin. You washed beneath your nails. You spent time carefully working the knots out of your hair.

Once you were out, you walked to your luggage, going through it for anything comfortable. You wondered if you had left some things from a previous trip inside because you did not remember packing lingerie.

You thought about it for a moment before saying fuck it and you put on the lingerie with a small satin robe over it.

Just as you tied the robe, a knock came on the door. "Y/N, may I come in?" It was Eddie's voice.

"Yeah come on in, Eddie," you called, going to sit on the end of your bed.

Eddie carefully opened the door, and peeked his head inside before he completely appeared. You noted that he was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. You had never seen Eddie in sweats before and you weren't complaining at the change.

Eddie's cheeks went red at the sight of you but he sat next to you nonetheless.

"So I called it off with Myra."

Those were not at all the words you expected.

"Woah Eddie, I'm sorry." You reached out to put your hand on his shoulder.

He sighed and turned toward you. "This week made me realize something. Well, more accurately, it made me remember something." He takes one of your hands between his own. "I care for you more than anyone else. You make me laugh, you make smile, you make me brave. You do all these things to me and I know what that means. I think I've known since we were kids." He looks into your eyes. "I love you."

You practically tackled Eddie, knocked him back onto the mattress and kissed him. It was a soft kiss, but it lingered as you cupped his non injured cheek with your hand. "I love you too Eddie. So much."

You kissed him again, slightly harder this time and planted yourself to where you were straddling him.

It didn't take long for you to feel something underneath you. Just the thought of it was enough to drive you crazy.

Just like Eddie had said once before, you looked down at him and said, "tell me to stop."

He quickly shook his head. He wanted this even though he wasn't exactly sure what all of this entailed.

You leaned down to kiss him once again before dragging your lips down to his jaw. You found a spot that made his breath hitch in his throat and decided to mark it, gently biting and sucking until you left a deep purple mark there.

Eddie groaned before switching gears. You were the one laying on your back as Eddie kneeled between your legs. "Can we get this robe off?"

You leaned up a little before untying the robe and tossed it to the floor.

Eddie took a moment to stare at you. You wore baby doll lingerie; essentially a type of intimate nightgown that's usually see through.

That's exactly how yours was. He could see your nipple starting to poke at the fabric, stretching it.

He reached down and gently squeezed your chest, earning a shaky breath. He moved to cup your breast, his thumb tracing your nipple. You whined a bit at the feeling of lace scratching over it and the feeling of Eddie's hand.

It had admittedly been quite a while since you had the touch of someone other than your own hand or a Hitachi so you felt extremely sensitive.

In a swift movement, Eddie pulled the fabric away from your chest entirely and replaced his thumb with his tongue. You moaned quietly as he began to work on your chest. His hand found its way to your other breast.

Your legs tried to clench but Eddie sat between them and once he felt that, he moved his attention downwards.

He moved back and grabbed the waistband of your panties. He looked at you. "May these come off?"

You nodded. "Yes take them off. Please."

He gingerly slid them down your legs before tossing them onto your robe.

He leaned down between your legs but didn't use his mouth yet. Instead, he tested the waters with one finger, first rubbing your clit, which earned a whine. Then he stuck a finger in to see exactly how needy you were. The answer? Very.

Eddie began to methodically finger you while his tongue flicked against your clit repeatedly. Just knowing that Eddie was the one doing it made your heart beat fast and your head dizzy.

"Eddie," you moaned, "more."

With that, Eddie added a second finger and began to curl them inside of you, earning a somewhat loud gasp. You put your hand over your mouth, fully aware that Richie's room was the next one over and man you did not want that conversation tomorrow morning.

It didn't take long for you to tangle your fingers in Eddie's hair and chant his name. He ate you out more viciously, his fingers pumping in and out at a rate that made you dripping wet.

When your orgasm came, you bucked your hips up, moaned into your hand, and squirted. Luckily Eddie was out of the way by that point. You knew how he was about bodily fluids but he didn't seem to mind right then.

He leaned down and kissed you. You were much more eager in the kiss as you tried to get over the high of your orgasm. He whispered praises into your ear and after a moment, you switched it over again.

Now Eddie was beneath you as you slid his sweats and boxers down in one swoop.

You looked at Eddie. "Do you care whether or not we use a condom?"

He shook his head, surprising himself. "Not at all."

You whispered a small "thank god" before lining yourself up with him. You slid down onto him with a lewd mew.

Eddie's hands found themselves on your hips, lightly squeezing. A nearly lightheaded feeling washed over you, but you admittedly wanted more.

You brought your hips back up before sliding down onto his cock again, making both of you groan.

You rested your hands on his chest as both of you whimpered and groans at each slap of your thighs against his torso.

It felt like an embarrassingly short time before your thighs tried to clench around him.

It felt embarrassing for him as well once he began to feel the coil in his stomach tighten.

You came with a rather pornographic moan and your walls tightened around Eddie. The sensation was enough to finish him off, making him cum.

Breathlessly, sex drives and overall shape not as great as it used to be, the both of you lay down.

You find yourself cuddling into Eddie's chest as one of his legs lazily lays over your own.

Eddie sighs happily. "Well that's like a wet dream come true."

You giggle. "And one hell of a way to start a relationship."

Eddie smiles softly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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I thought as a fandom it was well known that eddie is a gay coded character not saying you shouldn’t write about eddie but it makes me uncomfortable reading about him being straight especially since the only heterosexual relationship we see of his is abusive and toxic

Hiya! So let me address this: I 100% believe Eddie is gay. I've thought that ever since I read the book and the movies only cemented the idea. His relationship with Myra is absolutely toxic and revolting.

But I'm a fan fiction writer who works off of requests. I do this to make content and to make others happy and I will not turn down a request just because I don't feel the same about it. What would be the fun or challenge in that? Also it gives me a chance to take characters out of toxic situations such as Eddie and Myra.

So I understand that it may make you uncomfortable, but the great thing about this is you have the choice to avoid or read what I write. I take no offense if you hate my work because of that. Just don't torture yourself by looking at it.

[doodle--writes]

could i request an 2019!eddie kaspbrak x wife!reader where reader freaks out when eddie gets stabbed by bowers and she’s the one to patch him up and he gets all cute and asking her to kiss it better and stuff but also being his usual self freaking about all of the germs and instructing her on how to stitch him and stuff? if that makes sense?

posted!

Hiya! Thank you so much for sending this in! It was super fun to write Eddie in this scenario and I hope you enjoy it!

[doodle--writes]

Hellooo Nurse!- Adult Eddie Kaspbrak X Reader

Word Count: 2,833

Warnings: Blood, Injury, Cursing, Sexual Jokes

Request: could i request an 2019!eddie kaspbrak x wife!reader where reader freaks out when eddie gets stabbed by bowers and she's the one to patch him up and he gets all cute and asking her to kiss it better and stuff but also being his usual self freaking about all of the germs and instructing her on how to stitch him and stuff? if that makes sense?

_____

It was barely afternoon when you got home from a half shift of work. The rest of your day would be on-call, meaning whenever someone needed help, they'd call you.

You opened the fridge, looking for something to eat and settle for leftovers of grilled salmon and rice before throwing it onto a plate and heating it up in the microwave.

You slid your shoes off and placed them on the rack in the closet.

You heard the microwave and your phone go off at the same time. You rushed over, opening the microwave to shut it up and accepted the phone call, putting it on speaker.

The plate was hot so you carefully pulled it from the microwave, giving your normal line.

"Hello I'm Y/N L/N-Kaspbrak from Grand Central Donor Center, how may I help you today?"

"Hey Y/N, it's Mike Hanlon."

You paused. "Excuse me, who?"

"Mike Hanlon. We're old friends from high school. Derry, remember?"

"I remember Derry, yes, but no Mike Han-"

"Y/N, It's back."

You felt as if the world had suddenly flipped, your whole sense of gravity and strength diminished. The plate dropped to the floor; the sound of shattering glass sounded nearly like an explosion in the quiet kitchen.

"Y/N? Are you alright Y/N?"

In reality, you were not fine. The only thing that kept you on your feet was the counter digging into your hip.

"Yeah, I just dropped a plate is all."

Mike started to talk more, letting you know what was going on, but you ended the call without warning because another pending call popped up at the top of the screen.

You answered it without an inkling of hesitation. "Eddie? Eddie, are you okay? I just got a call from-"

"Mike. Yeah, me too."

Something's wrong. Eddie talked sluggishly instead of his typical jabbering pace. You didn't trust his response at all.

"Eddie, baby, are you sure you're okay?" You put the phone on speaker once again so you could clean up the mess of salmon, rice, and broken glass.

He sighed, but a small chortle followed. "Our insurance premium is going to be pretty high this month."

You couldn't help but smile although you were worried. He just had a way of making you smile, even in the worst moments. "Eddie, just tell me what happened."

You heard a little hum that Eddie always made when he was nervous, but it was followed by a snicker. "Alright, I may have crashed the limo."

"Eddie! Oh my God wh- shit," you winced. You looked down to see that you cut yourself while picking up a shard of plate.

Then he was the one who was worried.

"Y/N? What happened? Are you alright?"

You stood to walk over to the sink to clean off the wound and grabbed a band-aid.

It had been Eddie's idea to have a box at every sink in the house and you didn't mind that considering your finger didn't look nor feel pretty.

"I'm okay Eds, just a tiny cut. I was trying to clean up a broken plate and well- you know how clumsy I can be."

"You're the clumsy one? I drove right into a taxi!" He paused for a moment. "Wait did you use peroxide on the cut? Did you pet pressure on it to clot the blood? Did you-"

You tried to keep yourself from laughing, but you couldn't. A loud giggle escaped and you heard Eddie make a small 'hmph' noise on the other end of the line. You smiled. "Eddie, honey, I'm an RN, I know what to do for a tiny cut. Stop worrying so much."

You could imagine Eddie going from a pout to a sheepish smile. "Yeah, yeah I know. I just worry."

"I know you do."

The blithe air quickly diminished, leaving a somewhat heavy and thick feeling in your throat.

After a moment Eddie asked, "We have to go back, don't we?"

By habit, you nodded even though Eddie wasn't there to see it. "We swore. All of us did. We're older now; it'll be easier."

After another moment of silence to gather his thoughts, all Eddie said was: "I'll be home soon."

___

When Eddie got home, the first thing he did was wrap his arms around you, squeezing tight as his stubble rubbed against your cheek.

You were safe there, wrapped up in the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his hug.

It was hard to tell how long you two stayed like that, but when he pulled away, he still kept a hand on you. It proved to him that everything he was going through was real.

You two booked an early flight the next day to Maine. Your airport was about a half an hour south of Derry.

Then came packing your bags. Now, being married to Eddie for thirteen years, you were used to how much he packed, but part of you was always surprised at how that list seemed to grow each time you took a trip together.

So when you saw Eddie coming up from the basement trying to carry four luggage bags, you ran over, taking two of them from him.

"Oh my God, honey, we don't need this many bags!"

Eddie beamed, setting two of them down at the top of the landing. "You're right, we need one more." He turned on his heel to march back down the stairs, but you stopped him by tugging on the collar of his shirt, making a small 'tsk tsk'.

"Eddie," you purred, "look at me."

Eddie obeyed, turning back towards you with wide, curious eyes. He wanted to hear whatever you had to say and you knew he'd listen. "We're only taking two of these with us and one backpack. Got it?"

He nodded and you giggled, running your fingers through his hair. "You're so cute, even at forty."

"You're even prettier at thirty-nine."

Your smile grew as you pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You know," you traced a circle on the back of his neck with your nail, sending chills along his skin, "now that we remember our teenage years, how about we act like teens for a night? We do have until tomorrow."

Eddie's hands playfully squeezed your rear end. "I don't think I could ever turn that down."

______

Both you and Eddie were in fairly high spirits as you drove to the airport.

Last night may have (okay, it most definitely did) put the both of you in a better mood.

The entire drive to the airport was filled with the two of you singing along to songs from when you were kids and the sounds of impatient New Yorkers in traffic, which wasn't even a quarter as pleasant as the music.

Getting onto the plane was easy but once the mostly empty flight began, silence swelled between Eddie and yourself.

The both of you were thinking about the same thing.

"How did we end up together if we didn't remember our childhoods together?" You looked at Eddie, wondering if he had any sort of answer.

He looked to you. "We started dating when you were sixteen, I was seventeen. Didn't we?"

You nodded. "But I also distinctly remember starting to date you at twenty five."

Eddie thought for a moment, crossing his arms in front of his chest. His eyebrows knitted together in thought.

"Well, if we take things we've confirmed are true, then after I moved away from Derry, I think I forgot about you, and you did the same. So when we met again years later, we thought we were strangers."

The thought of forgetting Eddie, someone so God damn important to you, made you feel queasy.

Eddie's hand moved onto yours, fingers intertwining. He smiled small. "We found each other. Even after forgetting and having a fucking clown mess with our minds, we found each other."

You smiled and kissed the ball of his nose. "I love you."

"I love you too. So much."

______

Jade of the Orient, that was the place. You looked up at the sign before walking inside, being greeted by a petite hostess.

She led you to the back of the restaurant and there were two figures you found vaguely familiar. Their features were ones you recognized, just aged from years of absence from each other's lives.

You found yourself in the warm embrace of Mike, who went on about how he knew 'you'd keep your promise'.

Next, you were nearly tackled into a hug by Bill, whose eyes were just as bright and as persuasive as they were as kids.

All of you sat and got to talking for a few minutes.

"So Y/N," Bill began, "what do you do for a living now?"

You smiled. "Oh well, I work at a medical donation center, but I work with plasma donations. Essentially what we do is draw blood, extract the plasma, and give you the blood back. The plasma is used to create medicines for diseases like HIV."

Mike nodded. "Sounds like an interesting job."

You nodded as well, thinking of what else to say before you heard a booming impression of Yacko from The Animaniacs.

"Well helllooo nurse!"

Your head snapped towards the entrance to see a man whose comedy specials you adored and who was your best buddy as kids.

"Richie fucking Tozier," you cheered, jumping from your seat and tackling Richie square in the chest for a hug.

"Well hello Y/N a God damn milf L/N!" He laughed, mocking the tone of your voice.

You smacked his arm. "Oh come on I'm not a milf!"

He put his hands up defensively. "Sure, sure says the milf."

You rolled your eyes, drawing him into a hug again. "Dude, I can't believe you made it! You're a god damn comedian! You did it you lucky bastard!"

Richie laughed, starting to make a joke, but you looked over to Eddie. His lips were drawn into a thin, unamused line and his arms were crossed in front of his chest like a little kid. You had forgotten about that too; whenever Richie made you laugh, Eddie would become pouty. The weird part about that was that Eddie only got jealous when it was Richie specifically.

You chuckled and strutted over, seating yourself in his lap. "Oh c'mon Eddie, don't pout." You pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

The others put the pieces together quick. Richie's jaw drops.

"Wait wait wait, you two are married?! How?! We all forgot!"

You laughed and nuzzled closer to Eddie. "Well, we found each other by accident. We didn't even realize that we had known each other in the past."

He looked at you, smiling soft.

"Man, you're whipped for her, huh Eds?"

Before Eddie could respond, Ben and Bev walked in. You jumped to your feet, running to give Beverly a hug.

"Now the party is really starting!"

_____

You wish you could say the remainder of your time at Derry was as lively as seeing your friends once again. You wish it was as peaceful.

It wasn't.

You were in your motel room answering a phone call from work. Shit. You forgot to tell them that you had a 'family' emergency.

During the middle of explaining, you heard a thud. You apologized before hanging up and stepping into the hallway. "Guys? Is that one of you?" The sight that hobbled out in front of you made you scream, making everyone in the townhouse run up the stairs.

Eddie waddled towards you, blood pouring out from his mouth and the side of his fucking face! You ran over to him, and he fell against you. He looked up at you, eyes wide. "Is it bad?"

As he asked, a fresh glob of blood spilled from his cheek. You looked to everyone behind you. "Anyone have anything fabric I can use to hold against this?"

From a lack of response, you assumed no and placed your hand snug against Eddie's cheek. They questioned him about what happened before running off to find Henry Bowers.

You ushered Eddie into your room, assuring them that you could handle it.

You carefully sat Eddie on the bed and pulled your hand away, strings of blood running from his cheek to your hand. Your palm looked like Beverly's bathroom twenty seven years prior. Eddie made a breathy noise like he was lightheaded. "You washed your hands recently, right? Because if any germs get into my blood then-"

You moved off of the bed, letting Eddie ramble while you searched for the first aid kit. "Yeah sweetie. It's habit for me to wash my hands constantly. Part of working in healthcare."

After a little more shuffling you found the kit and tore through it looking for a needle, thread, gauze, and athletic tape. Not to mention peroxide and cotton balls either. As soon as you had everything, you were sitting on the bed by Eddie's side. You handed him two cotton balls. "Stuff these in your cheek without pushing them through the wound, alright baby?"

He looked at you uncertain. "Are you sure that's sanitary? I mean think about the cotton fibers that could get stuck-"

You cut him off with a small kiss to his forehead. He then does as told, carefully placing the cotton balls in his mouth.

Next, you put peroxide on a cotton ball. You were about to dab it on the wound, but paused. "Eddie, if you need to grab me or squeeze me, you can. This is gonna hurt like a bitch."

He placed his free hand on your knee, but as soon as that cotton ball made contact, he winced, squeezing about five times as harder.

You hated seeing him in pain, so you tried to be as fast and thorough as possible.

After a minute or so, you were done you prepared for another painful part.

But you decided he could wait a little longer for stitches as you found a pain relieving medication. In no way was it over the counter, but Eddie usually took the children sized medications because he was afraid of becoming reliant on any normal drug. Considering his childhood, you understood why. But you grabbed him two Benadryl and had him wash them down the hatch with some water. You had him be extra careful considering the cotton balls in his mouth.

So then you waited for them to kick in.

The signal for that was when Eddie began to compliment you to an overbearing extent. Yes, you were flattered but also, your husband could be embarrassing.

He jumped a little and wriggled while you tried to give him stitches, but it was nothing you couldn't handle.

"My face feels weird," he hummed, going to feel his stitches.

You quickly moved his hand away. "Be careful honey. It's fresh."

He pouted and you couldn't help but giggle. You had a feeling you'd be taking goofy videos of him all night for him to see in the morning.

You walked to the bathroom to see that everyone disappeared and a few patches of blood remained on the floor. You shook your head and grabbed a washcloth from the closet, dampening it before returning to Eddie.

As soon as you walked in, he started whining. "Y/N, it hurts," he puffed out his bottom lip. "Kiss it better."

"You are such a baby, but not the whiny kind; you're just cute," you giggled and walked over to him. You sat, pulling his head into your lap.

His cheeks turned pink and he gave you the same nervous smile he would as kids. You pushed his hair back and looked down at him. You show him the washcloth. "Now, this is to clean the blood off of you. After that, I'll kiss everything else better."

He laid there quietly, staring up at you adoringly while you cleaned the blood off of him.

After that was done, you set the towel on the nightstand to take care of later. You laid down next to Eddie and took his face between your hands. At first he looked confused. You laughed  quietly, calling him silly before pressing your lips against his; not too hard but filled with love.

You pulled away, smiling proud. "I told you I'd kiss it better, but I'm not done yet!" You proceeded to pepper kisses all over Eddie's face, earning giggles and squeals.

Finally, you put the gauze and tape over his cheek for good measure. You kissed the top, humming. "Alright, now I'm done."

Once you announced the completion of patching Eddie up, he pulled you down next to him without a sound. You moved so your head rested on Eddie's chest. Neither of you said it, but you both thought it.

I love you.

Requests OPEN

[doodle--writes]

To the person who requested: "could i request an 2019!eddie kaspbrak x wife!reader where reader freaks out when eddie gets stabbed by bowers and she's the one to patch him up and he gets all cute and asking her to kiss it better and stuff but also being his usual self freaking about all of the germs and instructing her on how to stitch him and stuff? if that makes sense?"

I hope you're really excited to read something long because this will be. I'm including specifically what you asked for but including more too. There's a lot of sweet banter so far. I hope you'll enjoy it!

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Masterlist

Hiya! This is a collection of all the writing pieces on my account! If you’re looking at the IT section, 2017 means the piece is about the child version of the character and 2019 means they’re an adult! Happy reading!

IT

Ben Hanscom

Breathless (2017)

Beverly Marsh

Secret (2017)

Bill Denbrough

It Hurts (2017)

Eddie Kaspbrak

Hellooo Nurse! (2019)

It’s Okay (2017)

She’s Hotter (2017)

Summer Night (2017)

Richie Tozier

Between Us (2017) 

Movie Night (2017)

None of the Same (2017)

Stan Uris

Alone in the Dark (2017)

Missing Masterpost (2017)

Shards (2017)

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Peter Parker

Study

Steve Rogers

New Time

Marvel Fox

Alex Summers

Alive

Duck

Headcanons

Charles Xavier

More than School Psychology

You’re You and That’s Perfect

Erik Lehnsherr

May I Have This Dance?

Together

Peter Maximoff

Crush

Jackass to Want that Ass

Scott Summers

I Just Met You

Sean Cassidy

How We Met

Warren Worthington III

Start Over

Stuck