#I have a new lanky clown man to annoy the fuck out of

[daleespringdraw]

Been getting into LBP recently :> also new oc! Don’t have a name for them tho

[queerbloodyangel]

You should totally link some of ur favorite reddie fanfic for recommendations for me pls and thanks

oh I SHALL!!!!!!!! 

black on black Eddie licks his lips. “Who deserves to put their hands on me?”Richie’s staring at him like he’s not sure if Eddie is real. In all honesty, Eddie’s half-convinced that he’s dreaming—worried that he’s gonna wake up back in his dorm with his dick aching under his covers, Richie snoring soundly across the room.As it is, Richie is standing in front of him in the middle of a college party looking like he could eat Eddie alive. this one is #1 on this list bc my friend @sunxcherries wrote it and its the hottest thing ive ever read lasjdfajlsd

you could devestate me bdsm. sex swing. what more do u need

i just called to hear you breathe But Richie is not altogether that patient, so he says, “Have phone sex with me.” It almost sounds like a whine. In his defense, it’s been four days. He’s kind of keyed up.“No,” Eddie says immediately, and he huffs a laugh, like he thinks Richie is joking. “You’re so annoying.”

award show blues “And what if I win all five awards?” Richie asks, swaying Eddie around the room now to music that didn’t exist, dipping him dramatically and then bringing him back up to sway him some more, “Wouldn’t it turn you on to know that your man is so successful?” He uses a voice to mock all the snobby people they’re about to meet, an obnoxious british tone.

always you-shaped thoughts inside my head It's been a few months since he's seen Richie, and it has been far too long, even if he doesn't want to admit that. this one is like. insanely hot and EXTREMELY well written and highkey i could read 50k of this au

stupid deep (series) this series is 4 parts long atm and its literally just 4-9k words of smut in each series and id literally die for the author alsdfkajdlf part three is bottom richie sadly BUT eddie spends the whole time topping talking abt how much he loves bottoming so ill allow it Just This Once 

watch me Richie wanted them to go to a sex club. Like, an honest to goodness 'have sex while you're here' club.Eddie wasn't sure what to expect. He definitely wasn't expecting to be as into as Richie was, but here they were, in a booth with their drinks long forgotten. Eddie was sitting in Richie's lap as his boyfriend palmed him through his pants. They had been kissing, but that had quickly devolved to them mouthing at whatever bare skin they could reach. It had taken Richie an hour and two drinks to finally talk Eddie into a kiss -- and only 15 minutes to get to where they were.

i want it all with you The only problem with facing down a killer clown and coming to terms with your sexuality and the intense crush you've harbored on your best friend unknowingly for the past twenty-seven years is no one will accept that. The other problem on Richie's plate is knowing that he wants to share every stupid little thing Eddie does with the world-- which requires coming out.

everything you and i have got (it takes so long to find) Eddie is in college and wants to pay off his student loan debt before it overwhelms him. He decides to do a few porn films, knowing his friend does it at a safe studio, and gets paired with Richie the first day.They have no idea how much it'll change everything.

move in, mess my place Stan motions to the two new guys in the room. Eddie doesn't even have time to focus on Bill, because he's too distracted by the lanky boy sprawled out across his bed. With his dark curls and pale skin, it's undeniable. It's the guy from last night.

"Well, hello there, princess." Richie says with a smirk, and Eddie can feel the flush in his cheeks.

Fuck. 

yeah so i read this one while it was a wip which i hardly EVER do and i do Not regret it this one was SO GOOD 

attention the losers are trying to have movie night, but eddie is desperate for richies attention, he just won't stop teasing.aka eddie teasting richie, then rich pounding the life out of his boy.

how to make a short, angry, low-key-freaky boy fall in love with richie tozier Eddie’s breath hitches. He’s looking up at Richie like a curious child, completely captivated in Richie’s words. Richie smirks. He brings a hand up to Eddie’s hair, fixing some of the curls that drooped down.“I think you’d change, Eds. You’d definitely be more submissive,” He brings a hand to Eddie’s cheek, rough fingers rubbing the soft skin.“Yeah. I think you’d let someone do whatever they wanted to you,” he says lowly. “You’d probably beg for it, too. I can just see it, baby. Your innocent fucking eyes, those red lips shiny with spit, and those thighs—oh shit, those fucking thighs, Eds.” Richie’s hands twitch, like he’s trying not to reach down at Eddie’s ass. He settles for grabbing Eddie’s chin again, kind of harsher this time. yeah this ones so fucking good ive reread it like. five times. it IS technically unfinished, but the last chapter ends really well and for all intents and purposes def functions as a good ending for me, especially with how good the smut is that leads up to it alsdfaljsdfk

[spooky-raccoon]

Little Lady (One Shot)

A Robert Gray x Female reader one shot I needed to get out of my head.

Tag list: @trig-loves-clowning-around @rottenhearts-and-sharpteeth @elisabethwise @originalclodmakergarden @cum-a-calla

          The circus came into town and the excitement and thrills called my name to it.  Or perhaps it was something else.  I didn’t really question it when something fun and new came into the boring little town of Derry.  All I knew though was when the circus settled in for the next two weeks I eagerly made my way to enjoy the festivities.  The buzz of excitement I felt joined in with the circus music as I feasted on different sweets and pastries, went on some of the rides and enjoyed the show at the big top.

         That was the night I ran into Bob Gray.  A tall, lanky, older looking man who had a peculiar look in his eye like something perverted or cruel was always on his mind.  I had learned in the time follow those were true. I had made a wrong turn and ended up at the trailers.  I didn’t mean to run into him, but I ended up on my ass, yelping as I hit the ground. There was an annoyed look on his face for just a moment but over all he chuckled, offering a hand to help me up. That moment on was a blur.  We made idle chit chat with him asking some questions if I lived in town, if I was enjoying the circus.  Simple things for the moment until he leaned in and started to whisper all sorts of dirty and twisted in my ear that made my body shudder. He had a way of doing that over and over and over again.  I couldn’t help myself come back for more.

         It had come to the last day the circus would be in town and once again I found myself in Bob Gray’s trailer.  It was dimly lit with a couple of lanterns and he even had tidied it up a little bit.  Something he had started to do to make me feel more comfortable and welcome despite us making a mess of it when we would have our fun.  We didn’t jump into sex right away that night but instead found ourselves laying in the cot he had against the wall.

         “We leave in the morning.  You sure you want to spend another night with this gross old man?” He chuckled as his fingers worked through my hair slowly that traveled to the small of my back then back up to repeat the process.

         “I couldn’t imagine spending it anywhere else.”  My face tilted up to him and to see his oddly gentle smile but there was that weird sparkle in his eye that made me know something was on his mind.  He looked so pleased with himself to rope someone in so quickly.  “I’m just happy to know that you’d want me here on your last night.”

         For a moment he was quiet until he patted my shoulder which was my signal to sit up.  We only had been around each other for a such a short time but already there was an odd connection between the two of us.  Something that always pulled me back and I couldn’t put my finger on it. I watched him as he got up from the cot and go over to some drawers in front of his vanity. My brow raised as he was starting to gather a few things from here and there in his trailer.  He gestured a hand to one of the stools and I followed suit to sit on one of them.  He was humming a jaunty tune as he was starting to put things on the vanity. Makeup.  Clown makeup.  I raised a brow as I looked at the different colors to him.

        “What’s those for, Mr. Gray?”  I put a leg over the other as I waited patiently, my curiosity only peaking.

        “Figured we can have a little bit of playing around fun.  I want to turn you into a clown like old Pennywise himself.”  He chuckled heartily as he settled down on the stool in front of me.  “Just hold still for me little lady and we’ll get you all ready for the circus.”

         Robert continued his jaunty tune with a mixture of humming and whistling as he slathered on the white grease paint onto my face.  It was cold at first which sent goosebumps along my body. Next, came the colors.  Red for my lips pulled up into a smile.  Not too big but just a little over drawn from my natural lips with the edges ending in a sharp point.  On my nose he also put a red dot, one like his that took over the whole tip of the nose.  In the center of the red nose he put a bright yellow dot.  Not too big but still noticeable.  I could feel him paint triangles on the bottom of my eyes that pointed downwards in a bright blue color.  After a few thoughtful hums and few touch ups here and there, he held up a small hand mirror so I could look myself over.

         “I like it a lot.  I think I’d make a pretty cute clown.”  I chuckled as I looked up from the mirror to him who smiled.

        “Indeed, you would little lady.  One mighty cute little clown.”  His tongue flicked out to lick at his lip as his eyes looked over my face.  He was pleased with his work, surely but that didn’t mean he didn’t have some depravities on his mind.  He always did.

         He stood up from his stool, scooting it back to give himself enough room. I watched his face for just a moment until my face fell to his crotch where he was starting to undo his pants. I could see the bulge that was pressed against the fabric of his pants and it sent a shiver through my spine.

         “You’ve been wanting my cock since you walked out your door. Could smell you from miles away and it only got worse with each step close to my little trailer.”  His words were mocking as he finished undoing his pants and let them fall to the ground when he unclipped his suspenders.  “I want to see those pretty red lips around my cock as I mess it all up.  Go on. Show me how badly you want my thick cock fucking you wide open.”

          His cock was freed and precum was already oozing from the tip.  The way I eagerly grabbed onto his hips to bright him forward more made him chuckle.  His hands planted firmly on the back of my head, but he made no move to fuck my throat like he had done before.  My eyes locked with his as I licked from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling my tongue around the head to get every drop of precum I could get.  He groaned out and his grip on my head got tighter as he was holding himself back.  I knew I could only get away with a little teasing before he would just take me how he desired so I only did a few more licks to get his cock ready.  

        I pressed my tongue flush to the underside of his cock as I bobbed my head along the length.  The familiar and blissful sting was starting to come over my throat.  I hadn’t healed just fully yet from the last time he used my throat but that was fine.  The pain melted everything together in such a perfect melody of my arousal for him and my desire to please him in anyway I could.  

         “That’s a good girl.  You love sucking my cock don’t you?  You don’t need to say anything.  I can tell by the way your eyes are looking at me right now.”  He chuckled through his moans, his hands gathering my hair into a ponytail for him to hold onto.  “Such a good little whore.  I should just take you with me.  I wouldn’t be able to find such a perfect little slut like you in any other town.  You want to come with too.  I can see it.  You want to stay with your nasty old man, no matter what and where he went.” I wish I could have said something. A yes or even just make a whimper that sounded like it, but I was focused on taking him more and more which only made my throat burn worse.  “Could just take you away and you’ll be all mine.  Yeah, you want that.  You want to be used the only way I can use you.”  I could feel drool dripping down my chin and his smirk only got crueler as he saw the drool drip down on my breasts.  “Nasty little girl.  Nasty whore for your old man.”

          With that he grabbed the back of my head on either side and took over. His thrusts were deep, making me gag on his cock with each thrust that only made him laugh more and more each time. My eyelids were fluttering as I tried to focus on relaxing my throat at least until he decided he wanted to fuck me. More drool cascaded down from my lips and my nails were digging into the flesh of his hips.  When he had enough of my mouth he picked me up with such ease by my hair which made me cry out, but my body begged for more, for harder.  He turned me to face the large vanity mirror where we had sat not too long ago to do the makeup that was now much more smeared around my lips.

          “Look at you.  All painted up and being fucked like a good little slut.”  Robert growled in my ear, one hand in my hair still while the other worked on removing my pants.  Something was inhuman about him and about the way he so easily tore off the clothes from my body.  Soon they were tattered on the ground, but I didn’t care.  Robert had started having me keep spare clothing in his trailer. Just in case.  “Spread you legs nice and wide for me.”  I did as told and he leaned me over just a little and I put my hands on the vanity to brace myself.  “Your arousal is so intoxicating.”

         He was soon knelt down behind me and I felt his face press into me. His large hands gripped where my ass and thighs met to spread my legs even more.  His tongue worked its magic along my folds, occasionally sucking on them to make me cry out in a way he loved to hear.  Between sucking and dipping his tongue inside me he would bite along my thighs and the soft flesh of my ass which made me moan loudly each time. My hands grabbed at the edges of the vanity desk, my knuckles turning white as he would drag out the pleasure to the point where I was so close to climaxing but then he would pull away.

         “Please.  Please sir, I want to cum.”  I whimpered out as he edged me again, closer than he had before.  All I could hear was his laugh coming from behind me.

         “So impatient.  You know I’ll take care of you.  I always do.” He stood up and his hands ran slowly along my skin.  “Gonna take you away with me.  Going to keep you as mine.  Whatcha say to that my sweet little thing?”  I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance as his hands met my shoulders where he firmly grabbed.  “Be my little lady?  Be my Mrs. Gray?”

        My heart skipped a few beats at his questions.  Run away with him and be his.  Run away from this little town for a little while to go with the circus. Be his woman and have him fill me with his babies.  Oh, how he loved to talk about the idea of giving me his brood and how my body ached for it. I looked him in the mirror to see that signature smile, knowing he would get what he wanted.  He always did and with my nod only made that smile even wider.

        With that he slid into me, stretching my walls painfully but the only way I wanted them to be used.  He set a rough pace that was rocking the trailer just a little bit.  It even shook some things on the shelves around us. Every now and then he would give me a hard smack on the ass, making me cry out.  He didn’t care if anyone heard us.  Frankly, I didn’t care either.  He fucked me on nearly every surface of his trailer that night and left a small trail of my makeup wherever he would use me.  There would be a small story of what happened that night from what had been smeared here and there.  

         Robert eased me into the cot after cleaning me up.  He may have been a cruel, perverted man but he made sure to always take care of me afterwards.  He got what was remaining of the makeup off my face and that I was nicely tucked in with his fluffier pillow under my head.  I had passed out when he made sure to stock the trailer with more of clothes and some other essentials he knew I would need for me coming along. After the trailer was hitched he came back inside to crawl into the cot beside me.  I woke up for a brief moment to watch as he wrapped his long arms around me. I felt the trailer jostle and smiled to myself as I started to fall back asleep, eager for my new little life with the circus and beside Bob Gray as his little lady.

[nickmuch]

c.z.k. - high school (Part 2)

PART 1 / PART 3

Note: I was asked to turn this into a longer story, so here’s part 2! I don’t know in what direction to necessary go with this and how to end/wrap it up, so if you have any ideas message me pls! I’ll try to make this a 5-part-imagine.

Also: Edwin crackhead hours have arrived. Again

“So, you’re cool with that?!” Edwin shouted in disbelief.

Nearly four months had passed since my little moment with Zion and a lot had happened during this time. After the party, everything seemed to go smoothly between us. Probably way too smoothly. We spent most of our free-time together, doing god knows what. However, at the end we decided we would be better off as just friends. He reasoned that it was unfair to the boys and only made the whole group dynamic odd. I was okay with that. Okay, scratch that, I wasn’t okay with that. But I wasn’t going to throw a fit or anything and honestly it ended up working out better than I would have thought.

“Sure, why shouldn’t I?” I asked. This only made me earn a scoff from him. “Are you okay? Do you have a fever or something? Did you catch a cold?” Edwin pressed the back of his hand against my forehead, trying to see if I was indeed getting sick. “Stop that” Nick mumbled, swatting his hand away from me. “Bro, she’s okay with that, though!”. The neighboring table turned around giving us glares for being so loud. “Excuse my little idiotic friend over there” Austin apologized in behalf of Ed. He was just about to protest when he got interrupted by Brandon. “She’s okay with what …?”.

He had spent half of the lunch-time in the art room, trying to compose a beat he couldn’t get out of his head and for which he might have earned himself detention from our English teacher for “making too much noise during class”.

“She’s okay with Z and Asya hanging out” “Hanging out? Since when is that a problem? They are friends I thought?”. Edwin slapped him across the back of his head. “Are y’all dumb or are y’all stupid?! They are dating or something, Ion even know. But I for sure saw ‘em swap spit earlier this morning and thinking about it now: B, you can have my lunch. I lost my appetite.” He shoved his tray in Brandon’s direction, who didn’t even notice judging from his perplex expression towards me. “So, you’re trying to tell me that Z is with Asya – the girl who he said was like a cousin –“ “Correction, he said little sister” Nick chimed in. The boy with glasses shook his head. “Alright, who he said was like a little sister. And you’re cool with that? Even though that’s low key incest-y If I might add. Besides, do I have to remind you that not even a month ago he broke things off out of nowhere with the shittiest of the shittiest excuses? You cried for the whole weekend!”.

He was right. I had cried about it for three days straight. I really didn’t mean to, but somehow, I guess I liked him more than I wanted to admit. The first night the boys had made it their mission to cheer me up, but once they realized it wasn’t working, they just joined me and my pity party with some Ben & Jerry’s. At some point, Edwin even shed a tear or two. “I just don’t know if I should be sad that my favorite ship just sank or if I should beat his lanky ass for breaking my twin’s heart!” he exclaimed.

“I know, but I’m over it now” I poked in my salad. “And frankly, he is too by the looks of it”. I really didn’t mean to look over to her table. It just happened for a split second. Of course, it was right in the moment he was leaning in, giving her a kiss on the lips. She was blushing like mad. “This is so disgusting. Here, you can have my lunch” Brandon slid the tray - that originally was Edwin’s - into Austin’s direction. “I just don’t get it, man. Zion really liked you. Why did he pull that move on you?” Nick asked. No one could answer him. All of our gazes were pointed in their direction. After what felt like years, I decided that enough was enough and got up. “Yo, where you goin’? We still need to talk about this” Edwin stopped me to pull me down again. Though, I ended up sitting on his lap instead of my original spot, he seemed to not care. He was determined to get the truth out of me. If there was one thing you needed to know about Edwin, it was that he cared about his family dearly. Whenever one of his siblings was sad, he automatically was sad, too. Ever since I moved in, that same rule applied to me.

“You want the truth?” I said annoyed. All I wanted was to get out of here, in all honesty. The feeling of humiliation was getting stronger by the second. He just nodded cautiously, as if he didn’t know whether or not to answer me. “I feel like shit” I said, feeling a little bit relieved to finally speak my mind. “He’s annoying me. Just last month he was all into me and suddenly he’s with her?! Plus, what type of shitty excuse is that?” my voice was starting to tremble at this point.“It’s unfair to the boys and makes the whole group dynamic odd” I mocked him. “I am really starting to think that I was just pass-time to him and that makes me mad. It’s really unfair, okay?! If you like someone else, why in the flying fuck would you even get involved with me? Ugh, fuck this shit. I don’t even wanna be his friend anymore. Seeing his face makes me wanna beat his ass and I ain’t about that life. My momma raised me better than beating the ass of a bean stick!”.

Once I was finished with my rant, I finally dared to look at the boys. All of them had shock written all over their faces. “Aye, Ma” Nick spoke first. “You should’ve told us earlier. We would’ve checked him and at least made sure he wouldn’t be all lovey-dovey with her in your presence”. All I did was sigh.

“I don’t know what to say. Or feel” Austin looked so helpless. He was struggling to find the right comforting words and suddenly I felt horrible for dragging them into my stupid problems. “It’s alright. You don’t have to say anything. I will get over it at some point. It’s not like he’s the only cute boy in New York”. “That’s right, I’m cuter” Edwin tried to lighten the mood and it actually worked. We were all laughing before the bell rang, signaling that class was starting soon.

After school, Edwin immediately drove us both home, so I could take a nap before the boys came over. As soon as I was in my bed, I of course was struggling to fall asleep. “Can you come over? I can’t sleep” I spoke into the phone. Not even ten seconds later, Edwin barged into my room, getting under the covers with me. The fact we got so close over the last few months was making me happy, to say the least. It wasn’t weird to share a bed with each other, we were siblings after all. “We shared a womb, we might as well be able to share a bed” he had said jokingly one day. The silence was comforting me in a way I couldn’t explain in words.

“Fuck Z”. Him suddenly speaking shook me out of my thoughts. “I mean, don’t fuck him. But fuck him. You know?”. Sometimes, it was hard for Edwin to find the right words. It wasn’t because he didn’t know what to say, but rather the fact he had so many things to say that it just ended up blocking his mind ultimately. “I know”.

“This is some sweet home alabama shit” “Shut up, Austin. They just fell asleep together, no big deal” “Okay guys, but I’m getting hungry. Should we wake ‘em up now?”. His body started to shift beneath me, both of us fully waking up by the noise the others were making. “Good morning, honey bubbas!” all three of them were towering over us. The sight was rather scary, with their creepy grins plastered on their faces. “What time is it?” Edwin asked sleepily. He seemed a bit disoriented. “Time for you to get up and make us some food! Mama Honoret went out with the niñitos, so we’re all by ourselves”.

Slowly, we got out of bed to go find something to eat in the kitchen. Ding Dong. The doorbell rang. “Do you guys expect someone?” I asked confused. None of them were able to meet my eyes, looking slightly uncomfortable and at a loss for words. Instead of waiting for a reply, I went straight to the door to open it. “Wait!” “Hold up!” “Don’t” “No!”. Too late. There he stood, three boxes of pizza in his hands. “Uhm, hey”. My first instinct was to slam the door shut in his face and cuss the others out for not telling me sooner. However, on second thought, I decided against it. “Hi. Come in, I guess”. Awkwardly, he greeted his friends and made his way towards the kitchen to put the food on the counter. “So, uhm how about we watch some Netflix while we eat? On My Block sounds good?” Edwin tried to distract from the obvious thick tension in the air. I wasn’t going to ruin what should’ve been a chill night with my favorite people (minus Caleb) and just said “Sure, sounds good”.

The whole night was spent with Zion staring me down from his seat and Edwin exaggeratedly laughing at the funny moments to avoid the awkward atmosphere. Brandon was busy shoving his face with pizza – probably so that he didn’t have to speak. Nick and Austin were arguing about the gang situation in Freeridge. “If he wants his little brother to live a better life, then why is he dragging him into it? Isn’t he the gang leader or something? Just let your brother go to school and boom, problem solved” “It’s not that easy, bro! You want Oscar to lose his street credibility? Might as well put his clown suit on already”.

When I shifted to find a better position, his eyes were still on me. So, I decided to send him a quick text in hopes of making him stop.

< Dude, stop staring. Ur making me mad >

< I’m not staring, u must be trippin shawty >

< first of all, you’ve been staring since season 1 chapter 2. We’re on season 2 now. Second of all, if you call me shawty one more time imma rip ur ass open >

He visibly gulped at my last sentence, contemplating what to reply but ultimately deciding against it and sliding his phone back into his back pocket. Quietly, he stood up exclaiming to the group that he had to leave. A loud sigh of relief left Brandon’s lips, as if he had been waiting for this moment the whole night. “Thank god” he mumbled lowly, yet everyone could hear him clearly but decided to ignore it. “I’ll see you guys on Monday”. With that, he immediately left.

“I think I’ll call it a night. Haven’t really slept well recently”. It was true, I could barely fall asleep nowadays. Tired or not, the night wasn’t my best friend anymore. Everything was keeping me up. The drama with Caleb, the new life I yet had to adjust to – the boys made it easier, though -, and the passing of my parents. It was all too much at once. How was I supposed to comprehend all of this in just a matter of three months? Exactly, there was no waysomeone could deal with that in such a short period of time. The first couple of weeks I was as good as could be expected under the circumstances, but now it all seemed to slowly catch up on me.

“What! No! This was supposed to be a chill night, followed by the best sleepover of all time!”Edwin stood up, trying to make me stay by hugging my body tightly. “Yeah, you can’t leave! Not when Edwin is acting like a crackhead again” Brandon said, his arms securely wrapped around my shoulders. “Aight, I guess it’s group hug hours”. Soon, I found myself squished between not only Ed and B, but also Nick and later even Austin. “Okay, you guys won. I’ll stay”. They cheered at their victory, all pulling away at once. “But” This made everyone look at me suspiciously. “We’re gonna do a beauty-night!” I exclaimed happily with the biggest smile on my face. “Oh hell nah, I’m out!” Edwin crossed his arms, slightly turning away with his nose all scrunched up and brows furrowed. To be honest, he looked like a baby right now. “… unless this means I’m allowed to use that weird blue face mask from Lush?” he asked full of hope. “Yeah, why not”.

In a matter of minutes, we were all piled up on my bed, discussing what face mask would be the best for whom. “Your skin’s whack! Go put that charcoal one on, do something nice for your pores for once” Ed threw the bottle with the black liquid at Nick who grumpily obliged and started to apply it all over his face. “This feels nice. What exactly is that?” Brandon was looking curiously at the big tube in his hands, examining it in hopes of understanding what he just put on his skin. “It’s clay” I told him. “Clay” he repeated quietly and slowly, to no one in particular. Shaking my head with a content smile on my lips, I turned to Austin to see how he was holding up. We decided to let him try a bubble mask but looking at it now we might have made the wrong decision. Every inch of his face was covered in bubbles, and when I say every inch, I mean Every. Inch. Of. His. Precious. Face. “My eyes are burning, is this normal?”. “… Yes” I lied. Grabbing a wet cloth, I softly started rubbing the mask off of him before he ended up blind.

“Okay, what’s next? Do we paint each other’s nails? Do we play pillow fight? Do we talk about our menstrual cycle?”.

“What the fuck, Edwin?!”.

“Hey! Nothing wrong with talking about periods. It’s a natural thing and frankly, it’s actually good to talk about it with your friends to see, if – “

“Of course it’s a normal thing to talk about, but I think you might’ve forgotten something”.

Edwin looked at Brandon quizzingly. “We don’t have a uterus”.

“… Oh”.

Sometimes, he was just too much, but that’s why we loved him. “I think it’s time for bed, boys”. Reluctantly, they got up and lied on their designated air mattresses. “But Edwin can sleep in your bed? That’s so rude, Ma”. “Shut up, shark boy. I’m her twin, that’s just how we roll” he laughed evilly before turning the lights off and saying our good nights to each other.

“If it bothers you so much, why don’t you just tell him?” B looked at the direction my eyes were trained on. Zion would whisper something into Asya’s ear, making her giggle, then he would whisper something else, making her giggle again and so on. I was getting aggravated. “Can’t. That’s super awkward. I wish he’d just use one of his last functioning three brain cells to consider my feelings and not do all that while we share the same class”. Cleaning his glasses with his cotton shirt, he took his time to say something. “Tell him just that”. Turning around, I rolled my eyes at him. “Caleb, stooop!” she giggled for what felt like the millionth time. Before I knew what was happening, I was right in front of Zion dragging him out of the class and into the empty hallway. “What’s your problem?!” I shouted into his face. “My problem? No, what’s your problem?!”. I was this close to just going back in and ignoring him for the rest of my life, but something inside of me told me to keep going. It was now or never. “My problem is” I began. “You’re so fucking annoying and mean and selfish as fuck, only caring about yourself and never considering other people’s feelings! As if it wasn’t shitty enough how you broke things off, no you also have to flaunt your fling-”I knew it wasn’t just a fling, but honestly? I didn’t give a damn. He was rude, so I was being rude. “- into my face! Be secretive! Or at least just stop when I’m around. That’s all I’m asking from you”.

He didn’t say a single word. Not one. Instead he was searching my eyes, trying to see if I really meant what I just said. Seconds passed, turning into minutes. “Aren’t you going to say something? Defend yourself or whatever?”. Him staying silent made my blood boil because I felt ignored and just really stupid for straight up having an outburst without it affecting him. “There’s nothing to defend because you’re right. About everything. And I’m sorry for not realizing sooner how shitty I was behaving”. To say I was taken aback was an understatement. “That’s all?”. The silence was killing me and all I wanted was to go back to class. “No”. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me towards his chest. “What are you do-“ “Shut up”.

Next thing I knew, (I was pregnant) I felt his lips grazing mine and before I could stop him, he had already fully kissed me. I wanted to feel repulsed, I wanted to feel disgusted, I wanted to feel mad. But I couldn’t. I had missed him and I couldn’t deny it. When I pulled away, he tried to make me stay in place. That’s when my senses came back to me and reality hit me. “Dude, what’s wrong with you?! You have a new girl, remember?”. I pushed his chest, freeing myself. Once I was about to open the door again, I noticed that Zion still hadn’t moved an inch. Turning around, I wanted to tell him to move his ass back to class before both of us would get in trouble. But he never gave me a chance at that.

“I know, but I can’t get my real girl outta my head”.

Also2: I don’t know if I like this part, it’s more of a filler. I tried to put the focus on the relationship between her and Edwin, but also tried to give glimpses of the friendship between her and the rest of the boys. Zion isn’t included much because he’s always hanging out with that other chick. This part is set during the time where both of them try to avoid each other, so I wanted to make it as realistic as possible.

Let me know what your favorite part or line was! Hope you liked it xx

- Cami

[trash-the-tozier]

Takes One To Know One

Title: Takes One To Know One

Length: ~3.9k

Summary: “We have a problem!” Richie declares, tromping from Bill's kitchen to the living room. “Eddie won’t suck my dick.” Or: Eddie has a crush on Richie, and doesn’t understand how Richie hasn’t realized it yet.

Warnings: kissing, bullying and consequential mentions of blood/violence, explicit language (richie also talks about dicks, but like... it’s richie, of course he does), gross amounts of fluff at the end

A/N: you: the world doesn’t need more reddie getting together fics, there are more than enough, you’ve already written one yourself it’s time to stop me: *finger guns* the timeline is a bit off in reference to when richie joins the losers club. also, no peniswise bc who needs that clown anyway inspired by this text post also on ao3 here

“I made a new friend.” Bill says. There’s pride in his voice, and when Eddie glances over at him, he’s smiling. “H-he’s going to meet us by the b-b-b-bike racks.”

“A new friend?” Stan asks. “When?”

“Yesterday. Bowers was hitting him, and broke his glasses. He t-taped them up at my house. He’s c-c-cool.”

They reach the bike racks to find that there’s no new kid there. So they wait, but Eddie doesn’t like it. Waiting around outside the school is always a bad idea. Or waiting around in the hallways. Not moving from where they are to where they're supposed to be going is generally just a bad idea, and it makes Eddie feel antsy. It had been different last year, when himself and his friends were still in fifth grade and the Bowers gang had moved on to middle school. But now Eddie is eleven and a sixth grader and in middle school too, and the bullying is worse than ever.

“We probably shouldn’t be making friends with people that get picked on by Bowers, you know?” Eddie says. “We’re just turning ourselves into a bigger target, right?”

“There’s s-safety in numbers.” Bill argues. Stanley shakes his head.

“There’s death in numbers too, Bill. It’s called a massacre.”

Then the kid starts walking up. When Bill had said “cool”, Eddie’s mind had conjured up someone tall and smart, with a nice haircut and looking embarrassingly like Bill himself. This kid is tall, sure, but the similarities to Eddie's mental image stop there. He’s lanky and gangly, wearing clashing colors with a shaggy mop of dark hair. He gives them a toothy grin and waves, breaking into a jog as he gets closer. Eddie realizes he recognizes him.

The kid’s name is Richard Tozier, and he’d sat behind Eddie in class last year, excessively annoying him with constant tapping on his desk or clicking his pen. Eddie had sent him a number of glares in an attempt to get him to stop fidgeting, but the looks must not have been as scathing as he thought they were, because Richie doesn’t look at him with any type of familiarity. He's got bruises on his face, but he's beaming.

Bill introduces Richie, who gives a silly, short little bow. Stan offers up his name next, but he’s looking at Richie with a bit of wariness on his face. Then Richie’s eyes turn to Eddie, waiting for an introduction, and Eddie finds his voice faltering for a moment.

Richie has giant glasses on, the bridge taped together like Bill said, the lenses magnifying to an incredible degree. His eyes are big and brown, with a lively brightness behind them, framed by long eyelashes. Eddie’s never really thought of eyes as pretty before, but this boy has really pretty eyes.

“Cute.”

The word is said quietly, privately, but Richie says it while looking in Eddie’s direction, Eddie frowning a little.

“What?”

“Cute, cute, cute!” Richie bounces towards him, pinching his cheek and smiling at him.

“Hey! Stop!” Eddie can feel his face burn with embarrassment and surprise, hitting at Richie’s hand, but Richie swipes it away before he can make contact. Bill laughs, and Richie giggles a bit. Even Stan begins to smile, Eddie rubbing at the spot on his face where Richie had touched him, trying to fight the blush off his face.

“What’s your name?” Richie asks him. He’s still grinning, his eyes meeting Eddie’s own.

“Eddie Kaspbrak.” Eddie says quickly.

“Eds!” Richie declares instantly, wrapping an arm around Eddie’s shoulders, and the blush is not only back but instantly stronger, Eddie grumbling “don’t call me that” in an effort to save face.

If Eddie had to describe Richie in one word, it would be outrageous. He’s obnoxious and loud and stupid sometimes, and Eddie finds himself talking with Richie a lot. Or, at least, talking at him, because most of the time the things they say to each other are inconsequential. It’s a lot of arguing, but Eddie isn’t angry. Richie’s insulting him and smiling at the same time, and in a weird way, it’s fun. Bill is soft-spoken and Stan is reserved, but Richie has this energy that Eddie can bounce off of. Eddie’s never been one to curse much and neither are his friends, all of them slightly appalled by the phrases they hear coming out of Richie’s mouth.

Despite all of this, Eddie doesn’t realize he fully considers Richie as a member of the group until a couple of months later, the Bowers gang surrounding them on Kissing Bridge on their way into town. The bullies are circling, closing in closer and closer, Richie and Bill on either side of Eddie, with Stan at his back. Fear is crawling up Eddie's chest, making it near impossible to breathe, Richie's constant stream of “shit, shit, shit” next to him not helping at all.

Before anything can happen there’s the call of a police siren, the sound short and warning, and a cop car comes driving up. The gang make a break for it, but not before Belch Huggins takes a hard swing in Eddie’s direction. Eddie is shoved backwards before he realizes what’s happening, stumbling off his feet and into the onto the ground. Richie gets punched full in the face, the force of it causing him to lost his footing too and fall onto Bill’s shoulder.

Bill is stuttering out something but Eddie isn't paying attention, scrambling to get a look at Richie's face as Bill and Stan guide him into a sitting position on the ground. Eddie's confused, completely blindsided by what just happened, gasping and instantly nauseated by the sight of Richie's split upper lip. Blood is rushing from his face, down his chin and staining into his shirt, Richie wincing hard as he glances over at Eddie.

“You okay, Spaghetti Man?”

The words are clumsy, thick and wet, and Eddie doesn't know what to say. The question is completely ludicrous. Maybe Richie’s just dazed from being hit in the face too hard.

“I… Yeah. I’m fine.”

Richie face breaks out into a smile, the action stretching the cut in his lip wider.

“Fuck! Good, because this fucking hurts.”

At the time, Eddie is at a loss, scared and confused. Looking back, Eddie figures that’s the moment that he fell in love with Richie Tozier.

Richie’s cursing habits start infecting all of them. Bill still curses the least, and Stan insists he uses the words for emphasis, but Eddie is surprised by how dirty his mouth gets. The words had been cycling around in Eddie's internal monologues for weeks before he finally has the courage to open his mouth, but once he does, he just can't help it; the words are fun to say. The first time he calls Richie a fucking idiot Richie turns to him, his eyes wide, before his mouth falls open in delight.

“I could kiss you.” He says.

“Don’t.”

That summer, they meet a boy that Eddie figures never has ever said a bad word in his entire life. Ben Hanscom is another of Bowers’s victims, and soon after meeting him they meet the girl he’s in love with, a fiery redhead named Beverly Marsh. Richie takes to Beverly instantly, the two of them dragged into their friend group in only a couple of days. Eddie likes Ben; he’s smart and helpful, and he has to admit that his crush on Beverly is sweet.

Beverly leads them to the aid of Mike Hanlon, a homeschooled kid that lives on a farm just out of town. Eddie’s the only one in his friend group that knows Mike, having talked to him a handful of times when seeing him around town, and they gravitate towards each other. Mike’s presence relaxes Eddie in the same way that Richie’s can wind him up and Eddie finds he needs it, because Richie starts hanging on him more than usual. Throwing an arm around Eddie’s shoulders at every opportunity, linking their arms while they walk, and Eddie has to ask about it.

“What's wrong with you?”

“I’m devilishly handsome, incredibly charming, and I--”

“You keep touching me.”

Richie slowly retracts his arm from Eddie’s shoulders and Eddie suddenly misses it, talking quickly.

“I mean, it’s okay, I just…”

“Do you like Mike?” Richie asks. The words come from his mouth in a rush, and Eddie notices that the tops of Richie’s ears have turned red.

“Like Mike?” Eddie frowns. “Like… Like Mike?” He's surprised. The question must have more than a platonic implication; all of them liked Mike as a friend. Richie nods, and Eddie raises his eyebrows. “Do you think I do?”

“...maybe, yeah. You guys talk a lot, and you're next to him all the time, and… I dunno.”

Eddie wonders if Richie realizes that he not only described Eddie's relationship with Mike, but Eddie's relationship with Richie himself, too. It doesn't seem as though he does.

“Oh. Well, no. We’re friends, Richie. He’s just my friend, same as you.”

“Oh.” Richie squirms a little, easing a bit more into the couch cushions. “Right, sure.”

“But, I…” Eddie swallows quickly, the next words coming from his mouth before he realizes he wants to say them, everything a rush. “I do like guys, though.”

Silence stretches between them, long and awkward, and Richie rubs his palms against the jeans covering his thighs.

“Oh.” He says again. “Okay. Cool.”

“Is it? Because you’re acting weird and I just--”

“Nah, Eds. It’s cool, really.” Richie smiles, and while convincing, he looks a little nervous at the same time. But it feels good, feels good to tell someone what he’s known about himself since middle school, and later that day he comes out to the rest of his friends. They're just as supportive, if not more so, and the seven of them navigate high school together.

Adopting kids into their group that are picked on by Bowers does paint a larger target on their collective backs, but not so much at school anymore. They outnumber the Bowers gang now, so if the bullies try anything, they usually have enough resources to collect themselves and get away. As a result they're usually only picked on if caught in smaller groups, and god forbid someone decides to walk around town alone.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, after school, Eddie sitting at the kitchen table doing homework, his mom still out at work. Eddie's front door opens unannounced before slamming closed again and his entire body freezes in fear and apprehension, gripping his pencil like a knife and tiptoeing around the corner to the front room. When he sees what's there, his pencil falls to the floor.

It's Richie, slumped against his door with a fat lip and a rapidly bruising right eye, some injury hiding under his bangs that's causing blood to run down the side of his face. The bottom drops out of Eddie's stomach as Richie's knees buckle, and he rushes forwards, steadying him before he can fall.

“What the hell?” Eddie asks, already working to get Richie over to the table, but Richie's legs aren't quite working.

“Your house was the closest.” Richie's words are slurred with pain. “It's okay. I fought them off.”

“Yeah right, you fucking idiot.” Eddie sits Richie down, examining his head, trying to figure out just how heavy duty he needed to get with the bandages and disinfectant. Thanks to his mother's paranoia--a paranoia that has become his own--their house is well stocked to deal with any cuts, scrapes, and injuries. “I can't believe you just--how could you--”

“Quit it.” Richie complains. “I'm not gonna die. I'm fine.”

“You are a lot of things, Richie, but fine is not fucking one of them.”

Eddie doesn't know why he's so panicked but he is, trying to work quickly, setting Richie's broken glasses on the table and pushing his bangs back, starting to clean the blood off his face. Richie tells him what happened, from the start of the punching to when he hit his head on a rock and pretended to be unconscious until he was left alone. He says Vic Criss kicked him a lot but doesn't allow Eddie to look at his stomach, saying that it's just bruising, anyway. Eddie still gets him an ice pack though.

“There.” Eddie says, when he feels like he's done all he can do. Richie's face is free of blood and all his cuts are covered, though he'll still be black and blue for a little while. “How do you feel?”

“Still hurts.” Richie says vaguely, the words coming out in an exhale.

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

Eddie doesn't know what compels him to do it; maybe it's because it's what his mother used to do to him, or maybe compassion, or empathy, but Eddie leans forward and kisses Richie on the forehead. As soon as his lips touch Richie's skin Eddie feels a jolt running through his whole body, something electric about it, his pulse quickening. The sensation is cause for enough concern to pull back, and he's met with Richie's big brown eyes and long eyelashes and high cheekbones and shit, shit, a crush that was four years in the making is coming to light in the middle of his fucking kitchen. Eddie takes a few quick steps back, his heart still hammering, his eyes on Richie's face.

“You know, Eds…” Richie is still talking slowly, reaching up to touch one of the Band-Aids on his cheekbone, a bruise already blossoming out all around it. “It… It really feels like I'm falling in love with you, sometimes.”

For a moment, Eddie doesn't know what to do. He tells Richie that he's been hit in the head one too many times. He tells himself that his words to Richie are true, that Richie probably has a concussion or something, and that he shouldn't get his hopes up. He doesn't forget the moment for a long, long time.

“We have a problem!” Richie declares, tromping from Bill's kitchen to the living room. The rest of the Losers are lying around on the furniture, waiting for the popcorn that Eddie is carrying in, hurrying after Richie.

“Yeah?” Mike asks, concerned. “What's up?”

Eddie glares at Richie.

“Beep beep, you fucking asshole.” He tries, but the words have no effect, Richie's voice loud and indignant.

“Eddie won't suck my dick.”

Eddie's face burns. There's complete silence, save for a poorly concealed snort of laughter from Beverly.

“Have you asked nicely?” Stan finally asks.

“No, hypothetically!” Richie starts. “We were in the kitchen, slaving away to make popcorn for all of you bastards, and we were talking, right? About what we would do if we were the last people on Earth.”

“I don't like w-where this is going.” Bill says.

“We already know where it's going.” Ben reminds him.

“Dick sucking is where this is going.” Richie says, and Eddie, deciding he doesn't want to fight Richie on this for a second time, surrenders himself to a seat on the couch. This had been their conversation, sure, but Richie is leaving out all of the instances where Eddie had tried to steer the topic of talk somewhere else. It was an idea he couldn't afford to entertain. “Even though we're going to die alone on a desolate planet, he won't just buck up and have some fun.”

“Good.” Beverly says.”You don't deserve it.”

Richie flops down next to Eddie on the couch, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“But he won't even tell me why, either. Come on, Eds! How much money would it take? Five thousand? Ten thousand?”

“No.” Eddie says flatly. He doesn't want to think about this, about Richie's hypothetical proposal, but as Richie tilts his head back to throw some popcorn into his mouth, exposing his adam's apple and the hollow of his throat, it gets a little more difficult. He's seventeen, he supposes. It's just his hormonal body, not his hopeless crush on Richie. Definitely not his hopeless crush on Richie.

“One hundred thousand?”

“Fucking hell, Richie.” Stan says. “Really?”

“Hypothetically!” Richie says quickly. “I said my amount for his dick, and now he's gotta tell me his. Except he won't agree to anything!”

“That's 'cause he knows you don't have a hundred thousand dollars.” Mike says. He’s grinning like this is the funniest thing he’s heard all week, and Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and wishes he wasn’t blushing so badly. He's considering leaving the room.

“A million, Eds? It's gotta be a million.”

“No.”

“But you've seen my dick, it's a fine dick, right?”

“And I'm not going to put it in my mouth for any amount of money!” Eddie exclaimes defiantly.

“Yeah, why are you s-so curious about this?” Bill asks.

“I mean, you know. It's a game. It's all hypothetical.”

“Hypothetical or not, can we stop talking about dicks?” Ben asks, and Eddie is eternally grateful, because he's about half a thought away from grabbing a pillow to put over his lap, and that wouldn't be discreet at all. “I want to watch Star Wars now.”

“Fine!”

Mike gets up to press play, and the movie starts. The room is silent during the entire opening crawl, but it only takes about ten minutes for Richie to open his mouth again.

“But seriously, how about it Haystack? What about you, ten thousand?”

Ben promptly chokes on a piece of popcorn, and Beverly bursts out laughing.

Eddie thinks that his feelings for Richie should just be part of his profile by now with how obvious he feels like he's being, which he hates, but he can't help it. Something someone just associated with him when they saw him. Short, gay, asthmatic, and in love with Richie Tozier.

Because of this, he doesn't get how Richie doesn't know it yet. Richie is stupid, sure, but they're sitting on Richie's bed and Richie's head is in Eddie's lap and Eddie playing with his hair, and Eddie didn't think Richie was this stupid. But maybe he is.

“Alright Eds. I've been thinking about it, and I give up.”

“Thinking about what?”

“Why you won't suck my dick.”

Nevermind. Richie is definitely this stupid.

“Richie! That was like… A month ago. I thought we weren't talking about this anymore.”

“Yeah, sure.” Richie shrugs the best he can while laying down. “We're not. I just don't get how you're gay, but so freaked out by gay shit.”

A surge of anger has Eddie shoving Richie off the bed and onto the floor. He lands half on his ass and half on his elbows and lets out a string of curses, scrambling into a more dignified position.

“What the fuck?”

“You think I should want to do anything like that with you just because I'm gay? Really Richie?”

“No! Shit, Eddie, that's not what I meant. It's like that thing you and Bev do. Talking about boys, or whatever.”

“You saying that you'd suck my dick for ten dollars during the apocalypse is not talking about boys!” Eddie exclaimes, the sheer absurdity of the sentence egging his anger on further. “Talking about boys is… Fuck, I don't know, saying that Trevor McCaskill's butt is cute, or debating which of the football players you wouldn't mind going into the locker room showers with, or just... Doing stuff with people you find attractive.”

“Yeah.” Richie says as he gets to his feet, his words slow and enunciated, as though for some reason, Eddie is the stupid one. “Exactly.”

Eddie lets out a fast breath through his nose.

“Richie, I'm flattered okay, but--”

“Eddie! Fuck, dude, can you slow down for like one second?”

“What?”

“I like you, alright?”

It takes a few moments for Eddie's brain to catch up with what Richie is saying.  

“You like me?” He asks back, his voice sounding dumb in his ears, his anger dissipating. Richie smiles a little, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yes. I mean, I think so.”

“Think so?” Eddie echoes. Richie's grin widens.

“Okay. I'm like two hundred percent sure. And have been for like... Three years or something.”

“And…” Eddie's mind is reeling. Richie likes him. Richie's telling him he likes him. “And you thought the best way to bring it up was like this? Really?”

“Hey, Eddie? You can yell at me all you want, but please just tell me how you feel first because I'm like one word of rejection away from running the hell out of here.”

Eddie pulls himself from his own surprise long enough to see that Richie's smile has faded and he's watching Eddie's face nervously, edging towards his bedroom door. Eddie almost reminds him that running would be stupid, because this is Richie's own bedroom, but he gets up from the bed instead, walking closer.

“Eds--” Richie starts, and then Eddie kisses him. It takes only a moment for Richie to respond, kissing him back with incredible ardency, pulling him in to hold him as close as he can. One hand is cupping Eddie's cheek, the other holding tightly to his hip, as though afraid he would drift away, or disappear. And Eddie is reveling in it, a feeling of happiness welling up in his chest until his lungs feel tight for air.

He pulls back, too embarrassed to look at Richie yet, resting his forehead against Richie's collarbone instead. Richie's other hand falls down to his hips too, playing with the hem of Eddie's shirt. Not trying to push it up, or move it; just fidgeting, like Richie's fingers do.

“So, I, uh…” Eddie finds that for some reason, he has to speak softly. “I like you.”

“Yeah.” Richie answers. His voice sounds a bit strange.

“Rich?”

“Just… Hold on a second.”

That has Eddie a bit concerned, looking up to see Richie's expression. Richie is smiling, smiling so stupidly that he gets embarrassed, hiding his face in the crook of Eddie's neck instead. Eddie has to laugh, though upon seeing Richie so happy, feels cheated that this hadn't happened sooner.

“You really had to make this as hard as possible, didn't you.” He can't help but say, and Richie is back to his old self, mumbling against Eddie's skin.

“I have something else that's hard.”

“Oh my god.” Eddie lets himself fall back onto Richie's bedspread. “I can't believe I'm in love with such an idiot.”

Richie pounces like a cat, sprawled half on top of Eddie, their legs hopelessly tangled.

“Say that again.” He requests, and that's when Eddie realizes his wording, turning bright red and trying to shove Richie onto the floor a second time. But Richie is too big, and actually has leverage, and all he succeeds in doing is making Richie laugh. They wrestle a bit, sharing a couple of kisses in the process, and when Eddie finally does repeat himself, Richie doesn't have anything clever to say. He just beams instead, a blush blossoming up to his ears.

“I've always thought you were cute.” He confesses.

“I know.” Eddie responds. “You called me cute the first time we met.”

“No kidding?”

“Yeah. Pinched my cheek and everything.”

Richie grins, taking Eddie's face in his hands, one palm against each cheek. Eddie is already prepared to roll his eyes, a blush on his face that he's trying very hard to pretend isn't there.

“Cute, cute, cute!” Richie says, a laugh in his voice, pressing a kiss to Eddie's lips.

“You're an idiot.” Eddie can't help but say, as Richie pulls away.

“Sure.” Richie rests easily against his chest. “But you're an idiot that loves me.”

Eddie can't argue with that.