#Eddie Kasprak imagines

[gas-station-trackphone]

Eddie pulls a Cady Heron in high school and pretends to be bad at math so Richie will tutor him, but Richie is also bad at math so he gets Ben to tutor him to he can tutor Eddie

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Beverly Marsh introducing you to Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak.

“And this is my friend Eddie, and this is an idiot named Richie,” Beverly said with a grin as she introduced you, a new addition to Derry, to her friends. Eddie looked intrigued, though was still suffering from an asthma attack, while Richie kept staring at you.

“Hey Eddie, Hey Richie,” You said with a grin, looking at the two adorable boys in front of you.

“Ever hear of a throuple?” Richie said, showing himself to be the loudmouth that Beverly had described him as. ‘You, me, Eddie, what do you say y/n?”

Eddie blushed beside Richie, and dug his face into the taller boys shoulder. Beverly laughed in surprise, and you couldn’t help but snort. “Excuse me?”

“What - what did I say?” Richie asked, looking around, feeling the awkward change in the room. “Fuck, did I speak my mind again?”

“Beep beep Richie,” Beverly said.

“Come on, I’ll let you two show me around this small town,” You said, taking Eddie’s left hand, and Richie’s right, cutting into the middle of them. They both eagerly started, leaving Bevvy in their dust.

Requested by: Anonymous

[socially-awkward-nerd]

Stan to Richie: one universe. nine planets. one earth. seven continents, seven seas. 195 countries. 809 islands. and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting you

Eddie: aren't there eight planets

Stan: VIVA LA PLUTO! FUCK YOU!

[yumbles]

enjoying the end of summer ‘17

[it-commit]

Eddie Kaspbrak is a horrible cook. He always overcooks foods like chicken because he's terrified of getting salmonella. He can't properly season things "to taste" because he doesn't know how much salt means "to taste". He hates recipes that don't tell him exactly what to do, and that means he hates most recipes.

However, he's a great baker, because baking is always precise.

Everything has an exact measurement and time and temperature that it needs to be at for it to be perfect. There's no question of how much or how little, it's all there. It's chemistry, a science.

People are always shocked trying his baking because it's so good, but the paella he brought to the office last week was horrible.

[eddiekaspraktozier]

what do you headcanon as reddie's favorite pet names for each other?

Richie has a ton of pet names for Eddie - baby, sweetheart, love, honey bunches of oats, my little gremlin. He never settles on one, constantly changing it up.

Eddie only calls him “Rich” or “Richie,” except when they’re being intimate. Eddie will call him “baby” or “sweetheart”, which always makes Richie cry.

[xx-kacchan-xx]

Could I love him anymore

[darkhallcorner]

Future - Bill Hader

Word Count - 966

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. 8 am. I quickly turned it off, carefully getting out of bed, trying my best not to wake up Bill. I made my way towards Georgie’s room. Loki, our Pomeranian, on my heel. Bill had just arrived from filming the new IT: Chapter 2 movie and hadn’t done much besides eat, sleep and occasional true crime marathons.

As I enter George’s room, I see him already holding onto the bars of his crib.

“Did you even sleep?” I said yawning, his face brightening up when he saw me. “Let’s go and make you and Bill breakfast” I said picking him up.

As I entered the living room, I was met by the previous night’s mess, popcorn scattered all over the floor, half a pizza on the coffee table. Bill had been away for so long that he’d made us stay up later, cuddling while watching tv, but the previous night we had decided to watch Ghost Adventure which quickly lead to “food fight”. It was these silly, childish moments those that reminded me why I was in love with Bill.

I put George down on his chair and gave him his bottle, preparing to make breakfast when I heard something slam in the next room.

“Fuck!” I heard Bill yell “who put the door there…” he said as he entered the kitchen.

“Whomever built the house” I said laughing at his silliness “can you help George with his bottle?”

“Hey little man” he said picking him up feeding him “what are you doing today?” he asked putting George down and starting to clean the living room.

“Zoe is picking up George in an hour” I said finishing up the pancakes “Do you want some breakfast or…?” I said putting down the food, giving George some.

“Are they leaving to London today?”

“I think, mom and dad say they miss George too much” I said laughing.

“Aren’t you going…?” he asked knowing the answer “I mean they’re your parents too…”

“Bill, you know perfectly well that they hate the fact that we are even together, the last thing I want is to go there and leave with more problems” I said helping George.

“They’re so cute” Bill said randomly.

“What are you talking about” I said “My mom and dad?”

“No!” he said quickly “I mean kids, not that your parents aren’t… cute?”

“You have a talent you know Hader?”

“Oh really? And what is that talent?” he said pushing his chest out proudly.

“You can make even the most normal of conversations awkward” I said picking George up. “I have to give him a bath before they get here, do you mind cleaning the kitchen please?” I said kissing his temple.

After my sister had picked George up, Bill and I sat on the couch watching some Barry episodes, my head laying on his lap as he played with my hair.

“Why is it that your parents don’t like us being together?” Bill said sighing.

“Bill…” I said sitting up “they don’t think a girl my age should be with a man in his 40’s” I said grabbing his hand “besides, they never thought I would actually leave the UK and live here most of time” I said playing with his fingers.

“I can’t even imagine if we got married or have kids” he said before he could stop himself.

“Well” I said smiling to myself “I would be the one getting married or having kids, now wouldn’t I?” I running my hand through his hair.

“I want to have a baby with you” he said his blue eyes looking straight into mine “I mean, I know I already have three kids, but I want you to have my child…” he said placing his hand on my thigh.

“Bill, are you listening to yourself?” I said shocked “I would want nothing more than to be able to bare your child, but that’s a big step” I said, fear written all over my face.

“I understand if you don’t want, that won’t make me love you any less” he said holding my hand reassuringly “we will always have the girls.”

“That’s not what I mean!” I said quickly, grabbing a hold of his cheeks “I mean, I don’t want us to have a child and have it not work out between the two of us” I said not daring to let go of him.

“You offend me…” he said mocking being hurt “I wouldn’t dare asking you for such a thing if I wasn’t 100% sure we could do this” he said grabbing a hold of my hands “You forget I am the one and only, Richie Tozier” he said brushing his shoulders.

“What about Harry Anderson, Seth Green, Finn…” I said raising an eyebrow.

“Who did a better job though?” he said smirking.

“To be honest, I believe Finn did and amazing job, I mean his performance in both the movies is extraordinary” I said smirking.

“I can’t even impress my girlfriend” Bill said crossing his arms over his chest “even a kid can!” he said throwing his hands up in fake amazement.

“You’ll always be the best actor, comedian, writer, director, everything to me, no one can beat the one and only Bill Hader” I said kissing him soft.

“Well then, that’s better" he said grabbing my waist “although, babies don’t just appear out of the blue” he said pulling me on top of him.

“Whatever you want Mr. Hader.”

[harryshufflepuff]

look we will NEVER know what houses each of the losers are in, but you know what, i’m gonna give what house i think they would all be sorted into. 

bearing in mind, hogwarts houses take into account what you value most, not what you are most like. 

i think beverly would be a slytherin. though she is extremely brave, she was so driven the entire first movie, expressing her desire to “move towards something.” she also gave me the cheeky rulebreaker vibe, and you are LYING if you say she isn’t cunning.

ben would be a ravenclaw. i’ve seen him most commonly placed either here or in hufflepuff, but based on the fact that he is very invested in derry’s history ad also (as dumb as it seems) new kids on the block, he is very knowledgeable about these subjects and has the desire to learn. 

now mike was one of the hardest to place, since i can see him in gryffindor, ravenclaw or hufflepuff. but i ultimately decided he would be a good fit for hufflepuff, just because he is so kind hearted and also a complete soft boy at heart. 

bill is 100% gryffindor, no doubt about it. i mean cmon, he’s a natural born leader, and it was all his idea to go on crazy missions to save his little brother. he is extremely courageous and loves to be the hero that saves the day. 

now this is a bit of a weird one, but i believe eddie could be put into slytherin. think about it, he is constantly disobeying his mom's wishes to an extent, he is an extremely ambitious kid, and the iconic “gazebos” scene where he stood up to his mom felt so natural. it was between that or ravenclaw, but i just thought he fit slytherin a bit better. 

however, stanley is definitely a ravenclaw. he is extremely knowledgable about birds, and wyatt even stated that stan was canonically in a higher math class than richie, bill and eddie. he was also the smartest loser in the second movie (but I won’t dive into that because I don’t want to put any spoilers out there.)

and last, but certainly not least, richie. everyone always seems to put him in slytherin because of his behavior. however his main goal as a loser seems to be to make everyone around him laugh, which is arguably a hufflepuff trait. i know it’s a strange choice, but if you really think about it, it makes sense, since he cares so much about his friends, and just wants to make them laugh.

honestly it was so hard to place them, since their characters differ in the books, to their movie counterparts, and even the 2 movie series are completely different. i mostly went with their characteristics in the 2017/2019 characters, but with richie i used some inspiration from both the seth green and finn wolfhard portrayals. sorry if you disagree, but i tried to be as logical and as unbiased as humanly possible. 

[illyrian-book-lover]

|Rosie Cheeks|

It’s here!!!

Chapter 1: Girls just wanna have fun

Chapter 2: Mommy? More Like Mummy

Chapter 3: Stealing is not good for my health

Summary:

Rosie Hawthorne was the perfect child. She was an A grade student and listened to her parents. But she was lonely. Rosie didn't have many friends or any at all. She considered some people her acquaintances but none were too close to be called friends.

But that will all be changing soon with the clown terrorizing the children in Derry. With Georgie Denbrough missing and his brother, Bill Denbrough, desperate to find him, Rosie will not only make new friends but will also experience love for the first time.

With a killer clown on the loose, Rosie Hawthorne joins Beverly Marsh and the losers club to defeat the monster coloring the streets of Derry red. Though the time is running out and fears are running high.

Cast:

Malina Weissman as Rosie Hawthorne

Skeet Ulrich as Garrett Hawthorne

Mädchen Amick as Lillian Hawthorne

Finn Wolfhard as Richie Tozier

Rest of the IT 2017 cast as themselves.

[therealeddiekasbprak]

Richie:🎶 Making my way downtown 🎶

Eddie, somewhere in the background: RICHIE-

Richie, frightened: Walking faster

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Eddie Kaspbrak getting nervous before a flight.

“Nervous?” You asked, sitting beside a man in the airport lobby, noticing that his feet were tapping and his hands were jittering. He was by himself, and looked like he was a nervous wreck.

“Yeah,” He said, wringing his sweaty hands around one another.

“Most people would spit out the statistics about being more likely to die on the way to the airport, but I prefer just to say that at least death would be quick and relatively painless if we were to go down.”

“That doesn’t help,” The man said, looking just as  nervous as before. “Does anything positive happen on airplanes?” He wiped his hands on his pant legs now, leaning back, trying to take deep breaths.

“There’s been proposals, people being born, impromptu concerts, maybe you could meet a new friend or the love of your life?” You suggested.  “Speaking of which, hi, I’m y/n. Going to Bangor?”

“Eddie,” The man introduced, finally smiling a little as he thought about everything you said. He nodded, and the two of you got caught up in conversation until you were called to board.

And just your luck, you two were seated in the same row. You switched seats with an older gentleman so you could sit beside Eddie and focus on positive thoughts throughout the flight.

[socially-awkward-nerd]

Cuddling With Stan HC

So he's probably really awkward at first

But he loves cuddling

Not too too much in public but when your alone

That boy is clingy

Insists on touching you in some way

Hand holding

Hands of your hips

Shoulders touching

He has to have physical contact

AT ALL TIMES

Loves hugging you

Will probably pull you on top of him so he can cuddle you

Resting his head on yours

Or vice versa

Pressing lazy kisses to the other

Soft smiles

Hands lightly brushing bare skin

Falling asleep together

Really cute soft giggles for no reason

Just being entangled

Watching cute fluffy movies together

And giggling

Just staring at each other

Admiring everything about each other

Tags💗

@angstysax

[you-imagine-i-write]

Two Boys and a Boat - Reddie Titanic AU

Long time no see everyone! Sorry I haven’t been active on tumblr recently I’m currently writing a novel and it takes up a lot of time! This has been sat on my laptop for two years and I completely forgot about it until I received a request asking about it. Goes to show how much your requests help me stay active so thanks so much to anyone who sends me things, likes or reblogs my posts; it means the world to me :) 

Summary: IT Richie x Eddie Titanic AU. Eddie is at the end of his tether and is ready to end his life, but when handsome stranger Richie finds him hanging off the back of the boat, will he be able to change his mind?

Word Count: 2,047

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Edward Kaspbrak was running down the length of the large boat at breakneck speed, his mother’s voice echoing in his head.

My son cannot and will not run, I won’t allow it; you’re just too fragile, Eddie, dear.

Tears streamed down his face, blurring his vision as he pushed past the upper-class passengers that were leisurely wandering the decks of the boat in the rapidly falling darkness. He ignored their outraged huffs and sneers of disgust, focusing all of his energy on running, get away, and not enough energy on actually remembering how to breathe.

Edward threw open a small gate with fumbling hands, his chest constricting as his feet pattered down the steps to the lower decks of the boat. If he focused on running, just running, then maybe he could forget about why he was running in the first place; illogical, but worth a shot.

His feet finally failing him, Edward fell onto a large metal pipe, pausing there momentarily as his chest heaved and he fought for some resemblance of breath. Not quite being able to catch one, his head span as he descended into full-blown hyperventilation and tears were now able to run freely down his face, no longer being swept away by his rapid pace. Forcing himself to push back the panic, Edward took a second to feel the wind on his face, blowing him backwards slightly and surrounding him in the comforting embrace of an element that was uncontrollable. Oh, how the boy wished that he could say the same for himself – his whole life was controlled, down to the minute, down to everything he did and every place he went. Not controlled by him though, controlled by his mother. Edward was standing at a great precipice with no one to pull him back, no one who cared or even noticed...

The decision was made in an instant, before Edward even realised that he’d done it, but suddenly it seemed like the most logical thing in the world. He stepped towards the end of the boat slowly, craning his neck to see if anyone else was going to be privy to his wonderfully dramatic undoing. The end of the boat promised freedom, it promised an outcome completely of his own choice, and every step closer to that promise brought another liberating gasp of air into Edward’s aching lungs.

The boy finally reached the railing, clutching at it like a lifeline as he took in one last freeing inhalation of air before forcing his leg over the barrier. He took one step at a time, one step further away from a life of meticulous control and grossly predictable outcomes, one step closer to freedom. He found breathing easier, though one would think that standing at the end of a boat with the intention of throwing yourself off would take your breath away, not do the opposite. It felt like minutes had passed instead of mere seconds, but somehow Edward found himself hanging by his arms off the back of the boat and staring into the terrifically uncontrollable sea beneath him and dreaming of freedom.

Edward Kaspbrak was ready to escape, ready to fling himself into the chaotic embrace of the waves beneath him. At least he thought he was ready, until –

“Don’t do it.”

The unexpected voice threw Edward out of his daydream, forcing him harshly back into the constraints of reality. The boy turned sharply, almost letting go of the railing in surprise, to look at the face that produced the still echoing words. Owlishly large eyes blinked back at Edward from behind thick lenses that took up a large portion of the strangers face, and the newcomer’s messy dark hair blew about uncontrollably in the battering wind. He’d approached Edward without him even noticing, and the stranger now held out one arm imploringly towards the boy precariously balanced on the end of the boat, a cigarette clutched tightly in his other hand.

Edward’s mouth had gone dry and air had only just started coming back into his lungs at a fairly average pace, so it was surprising when he managed to choke out, “Stay back, don't come any closer...”

The stranger persisted though, coming towards Edward with rapid steps, his hand still held out. He looked calm, too calm for someone suddenly confronted with a suicidal person hanging off the back of a boat, and there was an easy-going grin hanging off the stranger’s face.

“Come on, just give me your hand and I’ll pull you back over. Can’t have a fine piece off ass such as yourself going overboard, I wouldn’t have anyone left to stare at,” the stranger continued with a wink, coming increasingly closer to the railing.

“Glad that my last moments were filled with perverted comments from a stranger that I've never met, aren’t I lucky?”

Edward grasped onto the railing with more vigour now. He was angry at the carefree attitude that the stranger was still managing to front and scared at how close the boy was coming to him. If he allowed this stranger to pull him away from promise of the beautifully liberating sea, yet another person would be gaining control over Edward’s fate; that was something he would not permit.

“Stay where you are!” Edward managed to squeak out, hating how pitiful his voice sounded. “I mean it, I’ll let go.”

The stranger paused, his eyes raking over Edward for an uncomfortable moment before he shrugged and brought his cigarette to his lips, closing his eyes as he took in a long breath. When the stranger opened his eyes again, he looked down at his now finished cigarette, staring at it as if it personally meant to offend him by coming to its end. He plucked the stick out of his mouth, presenting it to Edward and gesturing over the side, asking for his consent to come close enough to throw it overboard. All he got in response was a glare.

“Is your mother as attractive as you are?” the stranger asked nonchalantly, tucking his hands into his trouser pockets and turning his eyes onto the horizon. “I mean if she is then I suppose I don't mind losing one piece of eye candy, as long as there’s something as exquisite as you on this boat.”

Though the stranger’s eyes were now focused on the night sky, Edward could still see the wide grin that seemed permanently plastered onto the boy’s face.

Edward huffed in growing irritation, “God, I’d jump off of this boat right now if it means I don't have to hear your voice anymore.”

“Well, I'm sure you could work out a few other ways to shut me up, pretty boy,” the stranger shot back.

The innuendo hung in the air and the grin of the stranger grew impossibly wider as Edward reached the end of his tether.

“That’s it, I'm letting go now.”

“No, you won’t.”

At this point, Edward had to pause in an attempt to push the growing anger out of his mind, hissing through his teeth, “What do you mean ‘no I won’t’? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do, you don't know me.”  

“Well, you would have done it already,” the stranger shrugged. “Not that I'm complaining, of course, every second you wait is another wonderful second that I get to stare at your ass.”

Edward’s mouth fell open in disgust as he was caught between staying on the railing so he could yell at the stranger or simply letting go and falling into the calming arms of an uncontrollable outcome.

“Gross. You’re distracting me, idiot, go away!” he ended up spluttering, ripping his eyes away from the grinning stranger and focusing back on the chaotic waves beneath him.

“No can do, pretty boy, I’m involved now; If you let go I'm gonna have to jump in after you,” the stranger sighed, beginning to take off his jacket, pausing before looking up at Edward with another sly grin. “Feel free to start undressing as well.”

“Don’t be stupid, you’d be killed.”

The stranger began to take off his left shoe, letting out a frosty puff of air that exploded in a cloud of white before evaporating into the air as he attempted to blow his dark fringe out of his eyes. “Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s a bit chilly out here. Care to come over here and warm me up?”

“The fall alone would kill you,” Edward argued, trying to ignore the blush he could feel rising in his cheeks.

“It would hurt; I'm not saying it wouldn’t,” the stranger conceded, looking over the edge of the boat assessing. “To be honest I'm a lot more concerned about the water being so cold.”

He hadn’t thought about that, he was just kind of guessing that the fall would kill him. Staring at the frozen sea, Edward asked anxiously, “How cold?”

“Freezing, maybe a couple of degrees over,” the other boy shrugged, taking off his other shoe. That voice, though, still so calm. “You know, I usually don't remove this many items of clothing on a first date but for you I’m making an exception.”

Edward didn’t know whether to scream or cry; he was being prevented from freeing himself, but it was the first conversation he’d had with someone other than his mother in such a long time. And the stranger wasn’t hard on the eyes either. It didn’t change anything though; Edward had decided this was a world he no longer wanted to live in, one attractive boy with lewd innuendos didn’t make a difference.

“It hits you like a thousand knives stabbing all over your body. You can’t breathe, you can’t think... least not about anything but the pain,” the stranger continued, and shreds of doubt were starting to work their way into Edward’s head. “Which is why I’m not looking forward to jumping in after you, but I don't see a choice. I’m guessing I'm kind of hoping you’ll come back over the rail and get me off the hook here.”

“You’re crazy,” Edward said desperately, not wanting anyone else to die just so he could be free.

“That’s what everyone says,” he laughed with a lopsided grin. “But with all due respect, I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship.”

Edward was being struck with so many emotions he hadn’t been allowed to feel before now; anger, sadness, but also a tinge of humour that he’d been missing his whole life. The stranger took another step towards him, and this time Edward didn’t recoil away.

“Come on, you don't want to do this. All this hot stuff go to waste? At least let me buy you a drink first,” the other boy said jovially, a warm smile on his face as he offered out his hand to Edward.

He stared at the sea longingly one last time, before allowing himself to simply stare at the other boy’s face. The corners of a smile crept onto his face as Edward blushed and said, “Alright.”

They clasped hands, and the boy lifted Edward over the railing and promptly fell over (accidentally or on purpose, he would never know). They made no move to get up in any hurry though.

“I’m Richie Tozier,” the boy grinned from underneath him. “Usually a top but these things do happen.”

Edward choked on a laugh as he felt his blush deepen. He finally allowed himself to smile properly, offering his hand to Richie once more, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Tozier; I'm Edward Kaspbrak.”

“Well, Eddie, your name is almost as nice as your ass,” Richie said, placing a quick kiss on the offered hand.

“Don't call me Eds,” he stuttered in response, but still made no attempt to get off of the other boy.

“No problem, Eddie.”

Edward blanched and made a sour face. “Even worse – that’s what my mother calls me.”

“What about Eddie Spaghetti?” Richie laughed, jabbing the boy in the side playfully.

“Okay, I change my mind, I'm going back to plan A and throwing myself off of this boat.”

The laughter of the two boys echoed around the boat; it was the first time Edward had laughed in a long time.

[cassidyconner]

Imagine: Richie, in secret’ carves ‘R+E’, ‘R+J’ and ‘R+E+J?’ because he loves both Eddie and June.

‘Is it normal to like boys and girls?’ Richie thought to himself.

[eddiekaspraktozier]

When Eddie gets his vaccine, it kicks his butt. He tries to play it off, acting as if he’s not affected by it - doing work on his car, doing some on his laptop - but it clear he’s running at 30% his normal speed.

Richie doesn’t buy it. He gives Eddie some space, but when Eddie is practically falling asleep on the top of the hood of his car Richie finally talks to him.

Richie doesn’t want to be overbearing but he’s concerned about him and doesn’t want him to hurt himself.

Eddie full on breaks down, admitting he feels like sh*t but didn’t want to appear weak or needy. He doesn’t want to be a burden to Richie, ever.

There are more tears, hugs, and whispered “I love you’s”, “you’re never a burden”, “I wanna take care of you.”

Eddie gives in to his body - and Richie - allowing himself to rest.

Eddie has never felt so loved and cared for. Richie is the perfect caretaker, knowing when to give Eddie space and when he needs a hand.

They spend the night cuddling under a big ol’ blanket, watching & making fun of bad scary movies.