#Richie and his younger self part 1 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

silamander · 3 months

Note

hello!!!!1!

This is a free pass for you to talk about anything you want, as much as you want! Exposit! Lore dump! Rant about your interests, or something that irks you! Whatever it is, use this as an excuse! Someone out there is interested in what you have to say (it's us. We're the someone)

...you know what that means gang.

More random Hatchetfield headcanons

- Ted spends a lot of time emailing Pete instead of working because a part of him is paranoid Pete might get hurt at high school.

- Miss Holloway spends a lot of time birdwatching in the mornings.

- Max failed his driver's test twice so he just drives without a license.

- Grace sleeps with a stuffed pink bunny.

- Tom was on the football team with Max’s dad. He was scum and Tom never liked him, he could never explain why but he just rubbed him the wrong way.

- Paul likes iced caramel frappes. He just orders black coffee because it’s easier for Emma.

- Richie is an energy drink junkie.

- Charlotte does yarn crafts (like knitting and crochet and cross stitch and shit) to get her anger out because stabby stabby.

- Barry Swift has ADHD and OCD.

- Gary Goldstein decorates his house like a suburban white mom, those rustic white letters in the kitchen, everything labeled in slightly stretched text, that type of thing.

- Stacy is Becky's niece, and Stacy looks up to her a lot so she became a cheerleader to follow in her aunt's footsteps.

- Ethan actually believes the hat works because he was wearing it the day he met Lex and since then nothing had has happened to him when he wore it

- The people of Hatchetfield hate Clivesdale because Mayor Lauter was born and raised there, and hated it there so much that he convinced the whole town to hate it as well.

- Hailey spends a lot of time watching animal and dinosaur documentaries. She gets attached to the animals quickly and gets really upset when they die. (No this is not me self projecting).

- In human form, Wiggly’s nose scrunches up when he’s angry.

- Ruth as a Sophmore hit on Senior Alice a lot. Alice thought it was funny and she and Deb “adopted” her.

- Hailey and Trevor (Jon’s barbecue monologue’s character from Nerdy Prudes) are cousins. Very random but I think it fits.

- Hailey admires Trevor and his natural talent for performing. In a way, it makes her feel more insecure of herself, seeing her younger cousin be so good at performing, and she sees it as her still not being good enough.

- Wiggly sleeps in sand like a squid. Like literally just buries himself in there, completely submerged.

- Richie can and will ramble about Naruto to some random person on the street if they're willing to listen.

- Grace is secretly a hazbin hotel/helluva boss junkie, she only watches it on library computers though because she wouldn’t be caught dead watching it at home. (Pete caught her watching it once and he had to pinky promise to never tell anyone. They're siblings, your honor).

- No one in Hatchetfield ever said anything about the workin boys being in a gay interracial polycule, not because it was a secret, but because they were football players, and hatred for clivesdale is exponentially more powerful than homophobia.

- Since Lex and Ethan also went to Hatchetfield High, Max would have definitely tried to get it on with Lex, mirroring his thing with Grace but this time the forbidden fruit is that she's a senior and she genuinely doesn't give a flying fuck about him. Imagine a younger, less jacked Max Jägerman in his sophomore year constantly getting his shit rocked by Lex and Ethan every time he tried to shoot his shot.

- Karen Chasity was secretly the most rebellious and incorrigible party girl on the planet. She started dating Mark and her viewpoint changed. She now denies everything she did in highschool.

- Paul and Ted once accidentally kissed at an office party after getting a slight bit too drunk. They have both agreed never to speak of the incident ever again (the one thing they ever agreed on).

- Pete loves horror movies because he’s a special effects geek and Steph lies and says she likes horror movies so she still looks cool but is actually not a fan and the scares almost always get her.

- If the Green-Foster family ever did get to move to California and Lex got to be an actress, her interview attitude would be a lot like Reneé Rapp, in that she barely has a filter. If she ever got asked about why she’ll openly shit talk people in an interview, she’s like “I used to work retail I learned pretty fast that nothing gets done if you keep your mouth shut.”

- No one at CCRP ever knows what to get Paul for work holiday parties so now he owns a bunch of gifted mugs and he's starting to run out of cabinet space because he doesn't want to get rid of anything that was gifted to him.

- Gary unironically refers to Facebook as "the book of faces”

#thanks for the ask!#yes you can steal these idgaf #starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetblr #hatchetverse

23 notes · View notes

vanilla-phantoms · 1 year

Note

I could be so interested in a breakdown of your playlists! I love when people tell me their Kepler thoughts :)

Hoo boy here we go (I think I will do this in three separate posts bc otherwise it will be miles long, but here’s part one)

First off, here’s the playlist again for reference:

1. Tombstone Blues by Richie Havens

This one is on his official playlist by Urbena and it really influenced some of my hcs for him. It feels like a good tone setter for the whole playlist as well as starting off chronologically with his childhood.

“Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes

Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food

I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues”

I headcanon he grew up poor with parents who were often absent and working, leading him to become very competent and self sufficient at a young age.

The verses to this song also have this sense of absurdist parody of capitalist wartime America which really fits well for his character as a whole

2. White Room by Cream

This one is also on his official playlist and I’m gonna be honest I mostly put it here for vibes. The lyrics don’t make too much sense except for the repeated train station setting. I especially like this verse for him:

“You said no strings could secure you at the station

Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows

I walked into such a sad time at the station

As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning”

Idk man. It just fits. There’s going to be a theme in these early life songs of restless frustration.

3. Time Bomb by Rancid

I discovered this song as a Jacobi song, but I can imagine Kepler in his mid teen years falling in with the ‘wrong crowd’ and having a rebellious phase. Once more mostly a reflection of an upbringing forcing him to grow up too fast and a restless anger from being someone very intelligent with few opportunities.

“Well, he's back in the hole where they got him living

Like a rat but he's smarter than that nine lives

Like a cat 15 years old, take him to the youth authority home

First thing you learn, you got to make it in this world alone”

4. King for a Day by Green Day

This is on there for gender headcanons that are very influenced by the headcanons of a friend of mine @vvarren-kepler (who will have more insightful comments about this than me). But it boils down to, Kepler is always someone who uses his image as a tool, and maybe at goddard he uses a traditionally masculine presentation to achieve a specific image and effect and because he knows life will be easier for him that way. Maybe, just maybe, when he was younger with a bit more freedom, he was a bit different.

5. Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits

See my other post here for this one:

6. Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

This one is here for his recruitment into Goddard. I like to hc that Cutter recruited him himself, and so in this song Cutter is the man with the red right hand, coming to “rescue” kepler from his life with high and dangerous promises

7. The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by Colter Wall

This song is a fun one for Kepler in general, but like the one before the “devil” in this song is actually Cutter. This is another one I have on here for his recruitment. I really like the metaphor of goddard as something kepler “sold his soul” or his humanity to, like Lovelace points out in that one scene.

Highlighting this lyric because I can really see cutter using a “you’re just like me” kind of technique when recruiting kepler:

“I know you, I know you young man

I know you by the state of your hands

You're a six-string picker

Just as I, I am”

8. Megalomania by David Lemaitre

This is for him as he’s just joined Goddard, getting used to the cutthroat lifestyle and feeling a little out of his depth.

9. Call Them Brothers by Regina Spektor

I’ve mentioned before that I hc Kepler as having a younger brother that he was the primary caretaker of growing up but who he is now estranged from. This is the process of that estrangement. I think kepler did stick around and take care of him at least until he came of age and could take care of himself, but not for long after that. This could also be the time he decides to change his name and separate himself from his family entirely (I also hc that Kepler isn’t his real surname)

10. Glory and Gore by Lorde

This one is also on his official playlist, and I’m using it to represent his transfer from more normal work in goddard to the black-ops work he ends up leading. I think he probably didn’t start there, but it’s always where Cutter intended to put him. This lyric is one I think fits him pretty well:

‘Delicate in every way but one (the swordplay)

God knows we like archaic kinds of fun (the old ways)

Chance is the only game I play with, baby

We let our battles choose us’

#I’ll be making a part 2 and 3 when I have time!#Warren kepler #wolf359

10 notes · View notes

je-suis-fromage · 2 years

Text

My Reddie Fic Rec

A Reddie fic rec list in the year 2022, lessgetit! 5 canon-ish faves, 5 full-on AUs.

Feel free to rec some Reddie fics for me in the replies, I’m always looking for new ones :))))

Canon-ish. EddieLives! is implied, some StanLives! cause I love that guy and he deserves good things >:|

1. in the heat of the summer (you're so different from the rest) by kaboomslang

109k. Explicit. Post-IT Chapter 2. This fic got me into the IT-fic world, my favorite characterizations. Love!

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

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

2. love how we've been carrying on by camerasparring

59k. Explicit. Canon-Stan Lives AU. Eddie-works-through-shit is one of the core fanon-IT themes and this is one of the best.

Do anything, says a voice in his head, harsh and loud; his younger self screaming at him; Richie putting a hand to his arm and reminding him: he can be brave.

Do anything to let him know you want this. That you want him.

So he keeps moving until he’s touching Richie, grabbing his wrist, sliding his hand up the sticky curve of Richie’s arm, and Richie—he must know. Eddie’s never been this bold with him, never touched him so intentionally or deliberately and all he can hear now is you’re braver than you think and it’s like everything is suddenly clicking into place.

And then, as soon as it came on, everything is eclipsed by a churning, painful nausea roiling angry through his stomach.

3. Humble Pie by avocadomoon

24k. Teen and Up. Post-IT Chapter 2. The awkward-ness of rediscovering your best friends after 27 years apart (and lots of trauma). Richie and Eddie learn to navigate being in love with each other on top of everything else. So beautiful.

Eddie often felt like he and Richie were two magnets, repelling each other fiercely until one of them twisted the right way and suddenly they were slamming together brutally, yelling (and laughing, or yell-laughing, or what was the difference anyway?) at the top of their lungs. Eddie wanted to be around him all the time, just like when they were kids, but the feeling felt violent. Like when you see a cute baby or a puppy and you feel so savagely endeared that you want to take the adorable little thing in your hands and just fucking crush it.

4. here in your arms by kaspbrak_kid

82k. Teen and Up. Canon-Stan Lives AU. Stan and Patty have a baby, Richie is the best godfather ever, Eddie has feelings, Richie works through shit, The Losers are a beautiful found family.

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

5. Eternal Flame by HeckinaHandbasket

21k. Explicit. Post-IT Chapter 2. This fic happens within the span of a little over 24 hours, the aftermath of Eddie learning Richie has been hiring escorts that look astonishingly like him. It’s so so good. It features one of my favorite fic versions of Richie, lovely emotional man <3

The available data was this:

Richie had a history of hiring escorts. Male escorts. Like, for sex. For gay sex, with men. [...]

Short, brown hair, big brown eyes, polo shirt, small build. Bitchy face.

The inevitable conclusion was that Richie wanted to have sex with guys that resembled Eddie, but not Eddie, himself. This could be for any number of reasons, not the least of which was Eddie’s horrible, abrasive personality. Or multiple disfiguring scars.

AU. (no clowns to be found)

6. the year of the goat and your kid back by derryfacts2

14k. Teen and Up. POV Eddie’s Dad (who is gay). Frank lives in the same apartment building as Richie. This fic is more about Frank Kaspbrak and his relationship with Eddie than Eddie & Richie - it is truly excellent.

The day you get the most important email of your life, there’s a new black skidmark on the wall of the stairwell, and you know exactly whose fault it is. “Margaret,” you intone to the harried, wild-haired woman in the lobby. She sighs at you as she tries to jimmy her mail key loose. “I know.” It wouldn’t even be that bad if the kid would just skateboard outside. Or get good at skateboarding. Either of those things. Maggie’s a nice lady, though, and she’s had “trying my best” scribbled all over her since they moved into 6B maybe eight years ago. So you try not to be a dick, even if her son is a gold-standard pain in the ass. He’s good for three things: smells, noise, and reminding you how big Eddie must be by now.

7. The Meaning of Questions by avocadomoon

29k. Teen and Up. Academia!AU. I love tortured academic Richie <3 There’s a lot of beautifully written pining in this one.

Dr. Kaspbrak shook his head in visible amazement. "The only son of Dr. Wentworth Tozier, who casually spent ten years goofing off on television, only to roll up at Yale University with a fully-funded six years to study whatever he wants? Okay. Sure. You didn't know." He shook his head, this time in a very familiar sort of disdain. "Like I said. Everyone's either in love, or terrified. There doesn't seem to be much of anything in-between that I've noticed so far."

Richie bit back the urge to ask: and which are you?

8. walk alone or run away by tozier

46k. Explicit. College!AU. Eddie pines for (lusts for?) Richie and covers it with sweet, sweet loathing. They are kinda sorta friends with benefits and love each other a lot.

Richie Tozier is Eddie Kaspbrak’s rival. At least, that’s what Eddie says to everyone who will listen—including Richie most of the time.

Richie Tozier is a man, not of lies, but of half-truths and truths said too plainly out in the open that they sound like lies to the untrained ear. He does not lie—he lets others lie for him.

or, a college au where lots of things go wrong and some very important things go right.

9. a different boys heart to chew by fcngs

39k. Teen and Up. College!AU (Theater Kids Edition). Eddie writes a play and starts dating someone Richie-shaped. Richie and FakeRichie are cast as the leads in the play. Richie is jealous! Lots of misunderstandings ensue, but the pining is really wonderful.

Eddie fills the Richie-sized space in his life with someone unmistakably not-Richie. Despite him being a drama major, pretending to be okay about it is the hardest acting gig Richie's ever gonna get.

10. The Exploding Boy by bellbawttoms *WIP*

62k. Teen and Up. Teen!Losers Club. One of the best fics I’ve ever read from any fandom!! [Really hard to explain, check the tags]. Desperate for the update, but the writing makes it so worth the read even though it’s not finished.

If Eddie Kaspbrak shows up after 3 years of silent treatment with a Patrick Swayze haircut and a joint to share, you’ve kind of just got to ask for a hit and go with it. Even if your mom’s just kicked the bucket (gastroesophageal cancer). Even if there’s something awful in the woods (possible phantom serial killer).

Life’s short, and all that shit.

#reddie #reddie fic #reddie fic rec #it #it chapter two #the losers club #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier

117 notes · View notes

doodleswithangie · 4 years

Photo

NETFLIX PRESENTS: TRASHMOUTH Comedian Richie Tozier gives a crude and brutally honest take on growing up in a small town, retrograde amnesia, and facing your childhood fears in his new stand-up special. Starring: Richie Tozier Genres: Irreverent Stand-Up Comedy, Stand-Up Comedy, Comedies This movie is: Cynical, Witty, Irreverent

Part 4 of my unofficial Social Media AU, in which Richie’s Netflix Special makes waves, and he potentially breaks contract to share the last two minutes of his show.

[image description: a tweet from richie tozier with a video link to a clip of his stand-up special, captioned “idk if i’m allowed to do this but neflix can dm me later / this one’s for you trashmouth”. richie stands on a theater stage dressed in a red blazer set and black turtleneck. he tells the audience about a childhood run-in with a bully in which he was publicly humiliated in front of and ostracized from the rest of his grade after trying to befriend the bully’s male cousin. instead of keeping quiet, richie carves his and his best friend’s/crush’s initials into the town bridge, symbolically and literally making his mark on a town that left a mark on him. richie is grateful for the risk his younger self took in owning his identity despite the fear and ends the show by flipping off derry to the applause and laughter of his audience.]

full transcript under the cut:

1. People seem to think I grew up to be cynical when I was just as misanthropic as a kid. I mean, can you blame me? I was exposed to the worst of humanity from the get-go: middle school bullies. We all have our stories, right? 2. My bully carried around his police chief dad’s pocket knife and then committed patricide with said knife. I see the looks on all your faces but this is my show, and we do not have the time to get into that. Google it. 3. When I was like 13, that mullet-wearing prick saw me playing Street Fighter with his cousin in the arcade. Absolutely nothing was going on - I just wanted to hang out with this cool guy that I met, but I got thrown under the bus and he flipped his shit. 4. They both just flung slurs at me in front of half our grade. I just remember running out of there and collapsing on a park bench and thinking, “Fuck.” 5. Because it finally sunk in that this part of myself was not only very much not a phase, but also not as stealthily hidden as I’d thought. 6. It was, in fact, a glaring red flag to the rest of my small-brained peers that this kid was “different” - and we didn’t have Glee in the 80s, so “different” equaled “social pariah” and “victim of targeted bullying”. 7. This asshole probably thought he finally silenced the Trashmouth, that I’d double down on my dirty little secret and square it away under layers of repression. But joke’s on him. 8. Because the next day, I biked down to the local makeout spot. Every small town has one of those, right? The place that contributes more to a teen’s sex ed than actual sex ed? Derry’s was called “The Kissing Bridge”, and all up and down the path carved into the rotting wood were cutsey names in hearts - and just initials for secretly pining. 7. Well, I stole my dad’s pocket knife (sorry Wentworth) and scratched out an R for Richie and an E for Eddie - my best friend and the love of my 13 year old life. Hidden in plain sight, indistinguishable from those of the heterosexual lovers. 8. And the entire time, I kept looking over my shoulder, scared out of my mind someone would drive along and beat the shit out of me, but I didn’t stop until there were two letters and a crooked plus in between them. 9. And yeah, years later, fear took a hold of me again and threw me back in the closet for a few decades, but I’m still so proud of that kid. Because even though he was terrified, for the first time in his life, he owned who he was and the love that he had and I am so fucking grateful. 10. That permanent fuck you is still carved on that stupid bridge to this day. Derry may have left its mark on me, but I’d be damned if I didn’t leave one back. 11-12. (Richie flips off the camera to audience applause and laughter.) Thank you, New York! You’ve been a great audience! Good night!

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it #it 2017 #it 2019 #it chapter 2 #it movie #artists on tumblr #doodleswithangie #500 #it smau #i hope everyone is doing as well as they can right now!#there's a lot that ended up on the cutting room floor in order to make this a realistic two minutes or even like less than ten slides

549 notes · View notes

legends-live-in-memories · 4 years

Text

I Have Too Many Opinions. ep. 1

lmao. i got encouragement to post my opinions on fandom things and now i want to make a miniseries doing just that. so here i am. doing just that.

im putting it under the cut cuz this was 4 whole pages including the disclaimer. yes i put a disclaimer and i explain why.

Anyways, here is the first piece in what inevitably will become fandom info dump, this time on thomas astruc’s writing on miraculous ladybug. but only some of my opinions cuz we would be here all day otherwise.

So… a disclaimer before I begin…

I do not hate Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir (yes i'm using their government name). I am quite a fan of the show actually despite its faults. I am also older than the intended audience but was obviously younger when the show first aired which is how my interest was piqued (the fact that its been 6 years and only 3 seasons says more about the show than me being a fan for that amount of time but also i never want to rush content creators cuz they're doing their best) and due to my age, there will be inherent bias in my approach of what i'm about to say as there is in EVERY opinion. The fact that it is an opinion should imply the presence of bias but most people tend to lack the critical thinking skills required to draw that conclusion ANYWAYS…

If I did hate the show I would not have this blog nor would I be even writing this because i tend to not give more than 2 seconds of thought to things i actively dislike (some of yall should give this a try) and i'm allowed to like things that are designed for an audience that i was originally a part of but grew out of. (I don't suddenly stop liking things because I'm older despite what many younger fans seem to believe about older audiences. I also don't need to be ‘allowed’ to do anything cuz i wasn't asking for permission anyways.)

This will not be character bashing, astruc bashing nor fandom bashing cuz, again, that would imply i hate any of those elements and if i did, i would not dedicate brainpower to them. Analyses and criticisms of media are fun and engaging and required if you wish to produce good enjoyable content. Now most of this should be already assumed and self-explanatory but people on the internet like to play morality roulette roll dice on purity culture and I rather have documentation that I am in fact not bullying fictional 14 year olds or a grown man. But alas, people get trigger happy whenever someone has less than 1000000% positive opinions on something they like and will throw out words they can't define (gaslight, baiting, toxic, problematic, gatekeep etc) in an attempt to defend their blind devotion,

which is not needed, if you like something you never have to defend it, even if i don't like it. If you respond to anything I post saying you disagree with me, I will not argue with you. I won't debate back and forth and try to convince you that the things you like are wrong. Unless you are being absolutely tone deaf to what i'm saying, you wont get a negative reaction from me. So don't try to fish for a fight. Please. I got metaphorical hands for days and I'm mean, you don't want me hurting your feelings on the internet. Do yourself the favour. Difference of opinion is how we get diversification in media and is inherently a good thing. Now that that's out of the way, please don't ever let me have to say that again. I beg.

Now onto the fun stuff

I didn't know what I wanted as a first topic so my trusty internet friend @moonlitceleste suggested astruc’s writing…

AND BOI do i got some opinions on ole tommy boi. Again I don't hate the dude. In fact, he has worked on a few shows that had defined my childhood, including but not limited to W.I.T.C.H. (all eps available on youtube for those interested, 2 seasons, general fun time all around).

So I don't think he’s scum of the earth but I do think his approach to writing mlb specifically has more misses than hits.

The first big miss is that he has no idea how to write 14 year old girls. At all. Almost every girl he has ever written feels like some terrible archetype built entirely for marketability and childish projection and pubescent self-insert (kind of). He has never been a 14 year old girl. I have. In fact when the show first aired, I WAS around the (assumed) age of the mlb characters. The behaviour he passes off as quirky or awkward or just the character’s genuine personality tend to perpetuate harmful stereotypes of teen girls found in the media and are never actually addressed as harmful. they just get swept under the rug. Marinette’s exuberant collage of teen heart throb model boi Adrien Agreste and her very painful almost fan worship she has of him (which flip flops like a paper sandal in the rain) being portrayed as a cute school girl crush uwu, Chloe being the y7 Regina George, Alya being the token best friend of colour with her ‘sassy’ personality (i want y'all to imagine me eyerolling so hard i bust a vessel in my eye), Kagami being the very damaging Perfect Asian Child stereotype. And before y'all get on your dusty soap box and defend going on about “BUT IT'S FOR CHILDREN”,,,, know this.

i don’t give a solid fuck.

Not one.

Children arent stupid. Children are always going to remember the richy bitchy blonde who bullies the art kid, and the big kid, and the shy kid, and the non white kids, and was only nice to her equally rich white friend who she probably had a crush on or was only ever civil to her equally white lapdog. They're going to remember the half asian girl who was never allowed to actually be asian or the only black girl who existed solely as a soundboard for enabling bad habits or chastising the main character for the same habits she enables in the first place (boi aint THAT a topic for later). Like do i really need to explain that alya chastising marinette for taking max’s spot in gamer just to play with adrien rings absolutely hollow when she actively encourages her to sabotage the contest she’s in just so Kagami doesn't win?? Like I don't have to explain that right?? Again kids arent stupid and its quite something that Mari gets chastised for proving herself the best video game player regardless of her intentions just cuz it comes at the expense of max’s feelings/ego but is actively encouraged to sabotage not only kagami but herself by extension cuz kagami is ‘competition.’ Adrien is not a trophy to be won. And no I don't expect 14 yrs old to be perfect and to always make good decisions but these decisions are never addressed as being bad decisions. they get swept under the rug cuz those decisions were necessary for the ‘plot’ but astruc can barely keep characterization consistent and his characters suffer for it and it's the same children you preach are watching it that suffer as well. Cuz guess what? I KNOW 14 yr olds aren't like that cuz i've been there done that (this is the last time i'm saying that i promise) so I know astruc is just metaphorically throwing darts to figure out who says and does what without consideration for pre established personalities to drive the stalemate plot along. The same kids you say are watching this don't know that that's not how preteens work and will absorb and internalize those dynamics like baking soda and vinegar. Cata-fucking-strophically.

And I haven't even gotten to the boys yet. Which honestly doesn't require much explanation anyways cuz they suffer the same fate as the girls. Tired archetypes with nothing to give them life. Nino falls into Adrien’s person of colour token best friend who dates the female lead’s person of colour token best friend so they can have cute double dates uwu. Except the plot goes nowhere and we have no inclination of romantic development beyond moments that only act to actively convince me to anti ship the lovesquare (i don't want to do that so i self indulge in fanon that actually cares about the characters and plot. may i interest you in True Sight on AO3?). Max is the residential nerd but it doesn't matter (cuz he and everyone are dumbed down for the sake of ‘plot’), kim is the sports jock (which interestingly subverts the asian comedic relief stereotype but only barely) and luka is cute older guy ™ that wears black nail polish and is in a band. The point of all this is to say there is no depth in the characters. It's especially blatantly obvious with the characters astruc doesn't like (chloe). Again, it being a show for kids is not an excuse to be absolved of putting effort into the characters you make.

This is one of the biggest misses astruc has. I haven't even gone into all the nuances of this particular miss. And i havent gone into how that works against him in the plot either. Mostly because the plot itself hasn't gone anywhere and partially because I wanted to go into the plot (or lack thereof) separately as its own miss.

AND BOI is it a miss.

SO home boy astruc wanted to reap the benefits of a serial show with ‘engaging’ plot without putting in any of the work to make a linear storyline and relying on the episodic format for, again, marketability. You can't have the best of both worlds, you are not Avatar: The Last Airbender. Which btw has a lot less episodes and a desired end goal that didn't involve top dollar. Legend of Korra did but that's not the point and it had its failings with that too. I challenge you, tell me how many episodes actually contribute towards a plot point or introduce new thematic elements to the show? Can you name them? I can and I'm going to include the plot points that moved the story in some direction if only temporarily. Yes only temporarily for some of these and i will explain later. (if you're in the server you already saw this list *wink*)

25/26. Origins- self explanatory, the beginning of the story,

24. Volpina- introduction of the grimoire and Master Fu (kind of) and no, Lila is not a plot point,

28. The Collector- proper introduction of Master Fu,

37. Sapotis- introduction of Rena Rouge,

41. Syren- introduction of new aquatic power ups,

44. Anansi- introduction of Carapace,

47. Frozer- introduction of new ice power ups,

48/49. Style Queen- introduction of Queen Bee,

51/52. Heroes’ Day- introduction of Mayura and mass akumatization,

66. Startrain- introduction of Pegasus,

67. Kwami Buster- Marinette wears multiple miraculouses,

68. Feast- backstory as to how the miraculouses were lost,

69. Ikari Gozen- introduction of Ryuko,

70. Timetagger- introduction of Bunnyx,

71. Party Crasher- introduction of Roi Singe and Viperion,

73. Chat Blanc- alternate timeline that essentially means nothing but got a reaction out of fans anyways (myself included)

77/78. Love Eater/Battle of Miraculous- Marinette becomes guardian and other heroes lose their miraculous,

New York Special- other heroes exist and there is an American miraculous box,

That's 21 episodes. 21 out of a heaping 78 plus 2 specials. Everything else was just your typical akuma of the day episode and everything that happened outside that had no lasting consequences on the plot thanks to the miraculous status quo. Was it entertaining to watch Lila stir the plot of the class dynamic? Hell yeah. Too bad it meant nothing by the end of the episode cuz we were struck with miraculous status quo. She literally doesn't appear again until Heroes Day. that is from episodes 25 all the way to 51, she means nothing and yet she is treated with the severity of a b-villain/rival thing. She means nothing by the end of Volpina if I'm being honest. She is only relevant for 20 mins of episode time she’s in then it's back to magic status quo that undoes any shift in dynamics and relationships. It's like Spongebob who can't get his driver’s license. The worst part is I actually like Lila and I wish the story treated her with the seriousness we as an audience are expected to treat her with. Despite being painfully inconsequential by the end of each of the 3?? 4?? episodes she’s in, it's entertaining to watch a character create drama just because.

Too bad it means nothing.

Astruc is constantly building up suspense to something ‘important’ only for it to not deliver and fans are constantly having the rug pulled out from under us. Oblivio teased us with a reveal only that gets undone cuz memory akuma. Chat Blanc teased us with romantic development but that gets undone cuz time travel bullshit. Feast introduced more miraculous lore and the history of the guardians but that means nothing by the next episode or ever (i'm not including any reference to the season 4 trailer cuz i've been around the block a few times and im familiar with this lil dancy dance). Heroes Day teased us with a possible future team of heroes but that gets undone in Battle of Miraculous cuz ????? why?? (here's why; astruc was having a jolly ole time letting us know how irredeemable Chloe is at the expense of shooting his own stagnant plot in the foot. Again, discussion for later.)

Too bad anything that slightly swerves off course from the akuma of the day gets undone or ignored. Too bad nothing has any lasting consequence. I mean, if anything did, the episodes would have had a consistent order and release schedule so im not scrambling to watch the leaked ep in Portuguese or something while the french dub is two episodes behind while the english version hasnt even been dubbed. I really wonder how he plans to conclude the show when he’s so afraid to step out of the corner he painted himself in.

Again, not going into nuances. If you want you can ask for more specifics (i doubt anyone would) but this is really just a slightly detailed general overview of my opinions on astruc’s writing.

I was going to include another miss in his approach to this show but imma save that for another time.

How’s that for a ‘first’ post?

#mlb #opinions my guy opinions #i dont wanna tag this as salt #but mlb criticisms and analyses #IHTMO #the hashtag for this series #thomas astruc #miraculous fandom #miraculous ladybug #miraculous: tales of ladybug and cat noir #yes the government name again #come get yall juice #miraculous

22 notes · View notes

tabloidtoc · 3 years

Text

Star, May 3

You can buy a brand new copy of this issue without the mailing label for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Shiloh Jolie-Pitt

Page 1: Christina Aguilera at 40 -- she talks about child stardom, learning to love her body, and what she wants her daughter Summer to know

Page 2: Contents, Renee Zellweger, Phoebe Dynevor and James McAvoy at the BAFTAs in London

Page 3: Mariska Hargitay and Law & Order: SVU co-star Ice-T take a selfie during a break from shooting the cop drama in NYC, Heather Graham at the beach in Mexico, stepping into the America's Got Talent studio Sofia Vergara elevated her casual cropped jeans with strappy platform sandals in L.A., Jason Momoa cutting a rug with an unidentified partner ahead of filming a scene for his upcoming fantasy film Slumberland in Toronto

Page 4: Colton Underwood comes out -- saying he's the happiest and healthiest he's ever been, the former Bachelor clarifies his orientation

Page 5: Lena Dunham is no stranger to controversy, so it comes as no surprise that her foray into fashion design has also come under fire as she partnered with a plus-size label to create the capsule collection 11 Honore x Lena Dunham, but the kicky line quickly came under fire as critics are calling it tone-deaf, mediocre and not inclusive at all since its largest size is a 26 and some are even going so far to call Lena a grifter who gained weight in order to make money off the plus-size community but Lena, who underwent a hysterectomy at 31, has pointed to early menopause as the cause of her straight-up gut -- while Lena refuses to be intimidated by bullies, she is listening to the complaints about sizes and is planning to address it

* Once a cautionary tale of the perils of child stardom, at age 40 Macaulay Culkin is a father himself as he and girlfriend Brenda Song welcomed a son, Dakota -- he's finally overcome his demons and Brenda has been a huge influence on his life and helped him get back on the straight and narrow and he's even pursuing acting again, shooting season 10 of American Horror Story; his life has taken such a positive turn

* A year after announcing her split from Jay Cutler, Kristin Cavallari is seeing the upside of divorce, saying it's made her a better mom in some ways because she has her kids half the time now so when she has them for her week, she is so incredibly present with her kids Camden, Jaxon and Saylor and she is not distracted by her phone or anything else; she is with them -- Jay and Kristin each have the kids 182.5 days a year and court papers also revealed that her ex is allowed two phone calls and two FaceTime or Skype calls a week and vice versa so now every moment is precious and if someone is having a temper tantrum or something, she remains calm because she knows that she is losing them in a few days

Page 6: Gwen Stefani is widely thought to have had some help in the nips and tucks department, and as her wedding to Blake Shelton approaches, he is starting to object to her constant tweaking of her face -- she's always messing with it by getting more fillers and Botox and Blake is afraid of what he'll see at the altar and he's freaking out at Gwen's increasingly extreme beauty routine which is becoming increasingly over-the-top; Gwen can barely move her face to smile at him anymore and it looks weird -- while he frets, he's trying to reassure his wife-to-be because Blake thinks she's beautiful just the way she is

* As an executive producer on the long-running Law & Order: SVU, Mariska Hargitay has tasked the writers to come up with more storylines featuring one of her favorite characters: defense attorney Trevor Langan, played by none other than her husband Peter Hermann -- Mariska and Peter originally met and fell in love when Peter guest-starred on the show and she loves to keep that magic alive by bringing him back to play Trevor but the trouble is he is busy with his own gigs as a series regular on Younger and his recurring role on Blue Bloods and Peter loves working with his wife, but he has his own acting career apart from Mariska -- still, he may soon have his day in court because Peter understands how Mariska feels and is trying to work his schedule to allow him some guest spots in the near future

Page 8: Star Shots -- Lenny Kravitz with a guitar flaunted his well-sculpted midsection during a stroll on the beach, Suki Waterhouse with her on-the-go grub on the set in Liverpool

Page 9: Louisa Jacobson and Taissa Farmiga and Denee Benton on the set of The Gilded Age in NYC, Conan O'Brien sipped on a soda at lunch in L.A., Katy Perry in the American Idol bathroom

Page 10: Kate Hudson with mom Goldie Hawn and kids Ryder and Rani, Kate Hudson twirled solo modeling in a pal's swimwear collection, Jude Law's daughter Iris Law who will make her acting debut in Danny Boyle's upcoming Sex Pistols biopic makes a call in London

Page 12: Kelly Osbourne handed out items at a food distribution event as the Islamic Center for Southern California, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson in the gym, despite a no-social warning a cheeky Nicole Kidman shared a pic from the set of Aaron Sorkin's Being the Ricardos in which she portrays Lucille Ball

Page 13: Anabella Sciorra and Donnie Wahlberg gloved up for a Blue Bloods scene in NYC, Heidi Klum and husband Tom Kaulitz started their morning during a walk on the beach in L.A.

Page 14: Travis Barker showed off his body art stepping off a Hollywood tour bus shirtless after filming a music video, a cheerful Britney Spears gave a fun look into her wardrobe in a pink floral frock, Scott Disick and Amelia Hamlin color-coordinated for a walk near the beach in Miami

Page 16: Lamar Odom and Aaron Carter put up their dukes to promote their Celebrity Boxing Match in Philadelphia, Priyanka Chopra Jonas and husband Nick Jonas at the BAFTAs in London, Ellen DeGeneres on the phone during a stroll in her main hood of Montecito

Page 18: Normal or Not? A denim-on-denim clad Jay Leno scratched an itch while filming a project in Los Angeles -- not normal, dressed in a Siggi sweatshirt Katie Holmes picked up some seasonal blooms on Manhattan's Upper East Side -- normal, Kate Beckinsale multitasked during a car ride by applying undereye patches -- not normal

Page 19: Gavin Rossdale appeared to be pleased with his Kitson purchase by doing a little dance after leaving the popular L.A. store -- not normal

Page 20: Fashion -- stars wow in statement-making capes -- Gisele Bundchen, Charlize Theron, Zoey Deutch

Page 21: Greta Gerwig, Elle Fanning

Page 24: Justin Bieber: How Love Saved Me -- the formerly troubled pop singer gives praise for wife Hailey Bieber

Page 25: Olivia Wilde and Harry Styles' romance has already cooled and the pair are giving each other space -- turns out Olivia and Harry don't actually have much in common -- the two jetted to London after wrapping Don't Worry Darling, but they were soon waylaid by their respective responsibilities as Olivia has been spending time with her kids Otis and Daisy while her ex Jason Sudeikis shoots Ted Lasso while Harry, who was spooked by how quickly intense things got, is gearing up for his role in My Policeman -- for now, the two have decided to reassess things when they're back in L.A., which leaves the window open for Jason, whose strategy was to let her and Harry fizzle out, then see where she is at, and it's going according to plan

* Jennifer Lopez calls off her relationship with Alex Rodriguez

* Carrie Underwood and Mike Fisher are better than ever after overcoming a rough patch, one that had their inner circle convinced they were headed for divorce -- Mike had a serious roving eye that made Carrie anxious and she would treat him like he was Mr. Underwood and tensions between the two were at an all-time high when the pandemic hit, forcing the two into extra one-on-one time, but as it turns out, their new routine is just what they needed because they set boundaries, divided up tasks and put time aside for fun things and they prioritized romance, which has made all the difference -- Carrie and Mike are re-committed to their marriage and they've been through so much so much and neither wants to throw it away

Page 26: Cover Story -- Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's model kid -- Shiloh Jolie-Pitt the gorgeous teen is ready for her close up, but Brad and Angie are at odds about Shiloh's new passion -- Shiloh's been experimenting with girlier styles lately, including growing out her hair and she's at the age where she's starting to change things up -- Brad isn't thrilled about Shiloh's modeling dreams and idea of her walking into the lion's den gives him cause for concern -- Angelina began modeling at 16, just one year older than Shiloh and Shiloh knows that's what set her mom on her path to fame and Shiloh is constantly asking Angie about the pros and cons of the modeling world

Page 29: Model Kids -- these celeb offspring also know how to strike a pose -- Hailey Bieber, Sofia Richie, Amelia Hamlin, Lily-Rose Depp, Brooklyn Beckham, Paris Jackson, Kendall Jenner, Corinne Foxx, Ireland Baldwin, Margaret Qualley, Kaia Gerber, Leni Klum, Patrick Schwarzenegger

Page 30: Prince William and Prince Harry: Behind Closed Doors -- the estranged princes are forced to reckon with their rift as the royal family gathers for Prince Philip's funeral

Page 32: High Anxiety -- it's not so simple for celebs who struggle with panic attacks -- Emma Stone, Stephen Colbert, Amanda Seyfried

Page 33: Hugh Grant, Ryan Reynolds, Ariana Grande

Page 36: Beauty -- nail it -- self-care essentials to score the perfect at-home manicure and pedicure -- Kaley Cuoco

Page 38: Style -- cute cases -- step up your tech, and fashion, game this season with a trendy cellphone cover -- Rosie Huntington-Whiteley

Page 40: Entertainment

Page 48: Parting Shot -- Corey Feldman embraced wife Courtney Anne Mitchell as the two ventured out for a romantic outing in L.A.

10 notes · View notes

chilling-seavey · 4 years

Text

Passchendaele WW2 Extension - ...Younger Than Tomorrow

Richie,

It feels like it has only been a few weeks since I held you in my arms for the first time; yet, some part of me also feels like it was a lifetime ago. Twenty-four years. Twenty-four years of having a son to call my own; to guide, to hold, and to love. I know I was hard on you sometimes, always pushing you and pushing you, but I hope you know I only wanted the best for you. I admire your gentle nature and your kind soul more than you know, but I am also more than proud to see how you’ve grown into a brave and strong young man.

I wish nothing more than to have you here celebrating with us but I know you have your duty to attend to. If there’s one thing I’m prouder of than being your father, it would be having you as my son. I love you to all the ends of the universe, little boy. Always.

Happy birthday.

-Dad

March 1, 1942

“Evy, you’re going to use up all your rations at this rate!”

“That’s alright. I don’t mind. Just means no sugar in my tea.” Evelyn smiled, passing over the chocolate cake into Corbyn’s hands. “Not my fault most of us have early birthdays.”

“She insisted.” Elizabeth chuckled as Christine took their jackets in the front hall and Evelyn followed after Corbyn down the hallway towards the kitchen. “Only sense of normalcy for her is her baking.”

“She’s a good girl.” Christine stated. Elizabeth only smiled at her friend, the sound of her daughter’s chipper voice from down the hallway dragging her attention.

The two small families got settled for lunch around the dining room table – the Seaveys on one side and the Bessons on the other – with the freshly baked chocolate cake in the centre, iced neatly and topped with Evelyn’s careful hand writing in blue icing: Happy Birthday Richie!

For celebrating a birthday without their son, Corbyn and Christine were in quite good spirits…but maybe that was because Daniel was way worse than all of them. The table was busy with conversation as they ate but Daniel simply stared at his plate, fork in hand, wishing more than anything to go back to the years when all of them would be around the table together and the boys would be arguing over who would get the first slice of cake. It was once so easy.

Daniel didn’t eat much of his lunch and he barely sang when it was time for ‘happy birthday’ and he politely declined the offer a slice from Corbyn. Elizabeth set her hand on her husband’s shoulder and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Cheer up, darling. It’s a happy day today.” she whispered.

Daniel didn’t reply.

Cake was served and everyone – except Daniel – ate dessert over stories of when the children were little with Evelyn pitching in to her memories as the youngest. Laughter and conversation were rising through the dining room amidst the smaller two families as the cake was eaten and tea was soon poured. Daniel stared flatly at the mug placed in front of him, his hands tucked up into the sleeves of his sweater as he stared down at the warm drink, the steam twirling up into the air.

Everyone noticed his unwavering sadness, but no one dared to point it out. It was Daniel’s unfortunate normalcy.

“And Frances got so upset with him!” Corbyn laughed, the rest of the table near crying with laughter over the current story being shared, “He’s sitting there…with chocolate cake all over his face and…and down his shirt and she’s screaming at him!”

Corbyn leaned back in his chair with a gasp, pressing his hand to his chest to try and calm himself down through his laughter and Christine took the hem of her blouse to dab the corners of her eyes from the joyous tears.

“Frankie was a firecracker at seven-years-old, my goodness.” Christine chuckled.

Daniel silently reached up towards his tea with a shaking hand just as Evelyn smacked her hand down against the table through her mouthful of cake, trying not to choke as she tried to smother her laughter at the memories shared. It startled him so greatly that he spilt half his tea over the cream tablecloth and his lap, the hot liquid making him drop his mug completely, spilling more, and he yelped as it sunk through his trousers.

“God fucking dammit.” Daniel snapped, tears welling in his eyes and he tossed his napkin onto the table and got up. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Corbyn reached across the table to pick up the mug and tossed over a few more napkins to Elizabeth who was trying to help dry Daniel’s pants and the table.

“Stop it.” Daniel tried to push her hand away.

“I’m just trying to help-” Elizabeth started.

“Honestly, Elizabeth, I’m not a fucking imbecile! I said stop it!” Daniel snapped before turning on his heel and walking briskly out of the dining room and down the hallway. The room fell into silence as the front door slammed shut.

Daniel dropped himself into one of the chairs on the Besson’s front porch and curled his knees up to his face and scrunched his eyes closed. He didn’t seem to be phased that his pants were stained wet in tea as he just tried to calm himself down, staring out over the front lawn silently.

A few minutes later, the front door opened and then closed again but Daniel didn’t look up. He was soon joined in the adjacent chair and his jacket was draped around his shoulders in the cool spring air. Corbyn leaned back quietly in his own jacket, just to sit with him for a moment and keep him company. The two friends were quiet for a few minutes, just in their own minds.

Corbyn finally spoke, speaking softly on the quiet porch, “Remember when the boys would dig up bugs in the yard here?”

Daniel didn’t answer.

“And girls would be having a tea party on the grass and they’d end up with worms in their little teacups?”

Corbyn chuckled lightly at the memory that was flashing past his mind at only the glance of the perfectly trimmed front lawn that was once chopped up by the hands and shovels of the little boys. He could still hear their daughters’ shrieks and their sons’ cheeky laughter as they chased them around the grass.

“I’m scared, Corbyn.”

Corbyn glanced over at his friend. Daniel was staring out across the lawn too, his eyes shimmering in tears but none fell, and his face was perfectly blank.

“I know. I am too.” Corbyn agreed softly.

“I’ll kill myself if I lose him. I won’t be able to survive not having my boy anymore.”

“Don’t say that.” Corbyn scolded. “Don’t you dare say that. You have Evelyn and Elizabeth and us…you cannot give up like that and you certainly cannot think like that.”

Daniel huddled his face into his folded arms around his knees.

Corbyn continued, “You certainly cannot say that when you’ve done nothing for him these last three years.”

Daniel smothered a sob into his arms at his friend’s strong words.

“It’s my son’s birthday today. I have written him every single week since they left and today still honestly feels like absolute shit. Did you even wish yours a happy birthday last month? How can you say you won’t be able to survive without him when you are already pretending like he’s dead?”

Daniel cried harder, a mix of self-hatred, world-hatred, fear, and guilt bubbling up in his chest. His friend’s words hurt, but they hurt because they were the honest truth. He sniffled and looked up as Corbyn shifted slightly and pulled out his wallet and then he dropped a small faded photograph on the table between them. Daniel glanced down at it, at his own son’s smiling face at age nine stood beside his very best friend with their arms around each other and matching toothless grins directed towards the camera.

“These are our boys, Daniel. To us, they’re always going to be this young and this innocent, and this fucked up world right now is ruining them; they’re out there killing people and trying not to be killed themselves. We don’t know what the future holds, just that we can make the most of what we have at the present. Please write your son. He needs you more than ever right now.”

Daniel stared silently at the little face looking back at him from the faded sepia photograph with the eyes of his late brother and the dimples to match. He knew that Christian would be writing his nephew every day and the simply the thought had him swallowing back fresh tears.

“Come on.” Corbyn grabbed the picture back and stood up, offering his hand out to Daniel, “I’ll lend you some trousers and then I will force feed you some cake.”

“I don’t like chocolate cake.” Daniel mumbled.

“I don’t bloody well care what you like or don’t like. It’s my son’s birthday and you are going to have some cake.”

Corbyn grabbed his wrist and pulled him to his feet before leading him back inside and right up the stairs. Daniel stayed quiet as Corbyn pushed him to sit on the side of his bed and went to find a clean pair of pants for his friend to borrow from his dresser across the room. He returned with a folded pair and held them out to Daniel,

“Change into these.”

March 1, 1924

“Change into these.”

Richie’s tear-filled grey eyes stared up at his father from the side of his small single bed, a gentle pout set on his lips and the late moonlight pooling across his blotchy pyjama pants and sheets in his bedroom. Corbyn held out a clean pair of plaid pyjamas to his six-year-old son and the little boy sniffled and shyly took them from him.

He changed into his new pair of pyjamas, leaving his soiled ones on the floor, and waited silently in the middle of his room as his father changed his sheets. The laundry was tossed into the hallway and then Corbyn had to help his son turn his pants around the proper way before ushering him back into bed.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” Richard whispered shakily.

“What for, Richie?” Corbyn asked as he tucked him back in snugly.

“For weeing myself. Big boys don’t do that.” Richard mumbled shyly.

“Ah, it happens sometimes.” Corbyn shrugged. “Doesn’t mean you’re not a big boy.”

“Yes, it does.” Richard argued sadly, rubbing his eye with his little fist, “Only babies do that. Frankie said.”

“Frankie doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She’s your sister, she’s going to say silly things to get a fuss out of you.”

“Please don’t tell her.”

“Gosh, of course not, Richie.” Corbyn assured him. “A secret just for the boys, right?”

Richard nodded thankfully. Corbyn reached over him and picked up his teddy bear and tucked it into his arms before pulling the blankets up a bit higher around him. Richard nestled down a little. Corbyn sat on the side of his bed and brushed his son’s hair back from his warm face.

“In fact,” Corbyn spoke softly through the dark bedroom, “you are most certainly the best big boy I know.”

Richard sniffled, “Really?”

“Of course.” Corbyn said matter-of-factly, “I mean, look,” he reached over and turned the bedside clock around to face them, showing the time around 1am, “you’re a whole six-years-old today.”

Richard smiled bashfully at the reminder and Corbyn set a gentle loving hand against his son’s cheek.

“And I get to be the first one to say ‘happy birthday’.” Corbyn whispered before leaning down to kiss his son��s head. “So, happy birthday, my little man.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” Richard said through his yawn, his eyes struggling to stay open under the protective and loving presence of his father. He curled up farther under his bed sheets as sleep started to claim him again, but not before he mumbled a sweet, “I love you.”

Corbyn smiled adoringly down at his son and brushed his hand through his brown hair and across his pink cheek, “I love you to all the ends of the universe, Richie.”

Daniel sighed and took the trousers from his best friend with a soft thanks and headed down to the bathroom to change. With him gone, Corbyn stood alone for a moment in his bedroom before stepping into the hallway and glancing to the door on his left. It was left half open but Corbyn nudged it open the rest of the way with his foot and leaned against the frame as he stared into the small bedroom.

It had been routinely dusted and vacuumed since Richard had left but Corbyn had only been hoping it wouldn’t stay vacant for as long as it had. He scanned the small room, from the perfectly made single bed to the organized items on the dresser and the few photographs and a calendar pinned to the wall. A 1939 calendar, open to April, with notes scribbled in a few boxes, most specifically, Daniel’s birthday circled in red near the top and Frances’ near the middle, hers labelled with a few exclamation points and hearts that had obviously been added by her to signify her importance as older sister.

The wall above the bed was taken up by a large canvas painting of the night sky and forests and focused on a shiny gold image of Saturn right in the middle. It was Richard’s birthday gift from Corbyn when he was younger, back when the little boy was more than thrilled about space in order to be just like his dad. It was hung on his bedroom wall and for years it stayed right there even as Richard grew up and his tastes and interests changed. But it stayed right there because it always reminded him of his father and how he would always tell him that he loved him to the ends of the universe.

Corbyn clenched his jaw as he now stared at the painting, arms crossed over his chest, missing the birthday years before and the joyous look on his son’s sweet face when he unwrapped it. Corbyn, sparked with a sudden idea, headed back into his room and grabbed his camera from the dresser before returning to the painting. He lined up the shot and snapped an image of it, ready to take it to be developed and then, later, to slide into an envelope along side his next letter.

“Corbs.”

He looked up at Daniel in the doorway in fresh pants and a face washed free of tears.

“Ready?”

Corbyn nodded and followed after his friend, closing the door behind him again before making his way back downstairs to the party that was missing the birthday boy.

Taglist: @randomlimelightxxx @hopinglimelight @jonahlovescoffee @hiya-its-amber @chanelwonders

#✉#daniel seavey #corbyn besson #why dont we

8 notes · View notes

anxiouslymalicious · 5 years

Text

Losers Club Plus One Part 2

Richie Tozier x daughter!reader series. Read part 1 here!

A/N: Thank you so much for all the positive feedback! Here comes part 2! It’s almost 4,000 words so you might want to take some time to read through this. As mentioned in the previous part, trigger warnings apply, this is IT so shit might not be too easy for some people and I’m trying to be as close to the movie as possible, but some things might be closer to the book and stuff.

I hope you enjoy!

Y/N was rather quiet on the ride to the restaurant. Richie, in his nervous manners, tried to tease her into talking to him, told her where he got beat up by the Bowers again ‘because they were intimidated by my dashing appearance’ he told his daughter with a grin, but she was lost in her thoughts. Not only lost, Richie thought, she looks like she is drowning in her own mind. He didn’t blame Y/N though. He couldn’t. Not when he remembered how shaken he was after his first encounter with IT. How much he tried to deny that what he had seen was real and true, how often he told himself that the encounter with the Paul Bunyan stature was nothing but a dream and how scared he was after Bill, Big Bill, had almost been killed by a picture.

“Listen, what you saw there- “

“Is that why you didn’t want me here, dad? That… Thing? Whatever that was?” Y/N interrupted her father mid-sentence, her voice hoarse and thick with unshed tears. After the whole encounter with IT, the young girl showered faster than she ever had before in hopes of getting rid of the dirty feeling all over her skin, the goo that seeped out of the thing she stabbed and the blood. Not only the blood that covered the man’s arms, but also her own blood. Richie had tended to the wound on her forehead and cleaned the other smaller scratches that IT had left on her body. It hurt him, physically hurt him, to see his daughter like that, he cursed himself for taking her with him but what choice did he have? She was left on his doorsteps as a baby, with only a card, telling him the little girl’s name and that she was the result of a one-night stand Richie couldn’t remember, a result the mother didn’t want to deal with, but no name of the mother. And, although most of the neighbourhood was nice, Richie didn’t consider any of them an option for her, after all, he didn’t talk to them much. He didn’t even know their names. His manager might have been an option, having spent countless hours with Y/N as she grew up, but he was already pissed off at Richie’s sudden departure, surely, he wouldn’t do the pair another favour. Leaving Y/N alone at home was the last option, but what kind of option was that? Richie wasn’t even sure that he would get out of there alive, did he really want to leave her alone like that, probably with nothing more than a call by Mike telling her that her father wouldn’t return? Just the thought made Richie’s heart ache beyond what he thought was possible.

“We called it IT. I’m sure the other losers can help me explain. Because, fuck, I don’t know how to explain this shit to you. I don’t even know if I understand any of this.” Richie replied. Ever since they arrived in Derry, he had been strangely serious, noticed Y/N.

“It’s alright.” She mumbled before leaning against the car window. The cold was very welcome, the steady hum of the car helping her ground herself. She still couldn’t grasp what had happened not long ago, but she was sure there would be a logical explanation. Right?

Her thumb flew up to her face and the girl nervously bit down on the nail, careful not to bite it off, but trying to find something to take her mind off. She could have played some stupid game on her phone or tell one of her friends what had happened, but she didn’t feel like either of them. Especially not when she knew that her friends would get a room ready for her at the local nuthouse.

“It’s not, we both know that. That stupid clown is lucky I wasn’t in the room. Would have done the job myself and ripped his head off for going near my baby.” Richie fell back into an angry grumble. His hands tightened around the steering wheel and the car sped up a little. Y/N lifted her head from the window to look at her father. After his eyes started burning again short before leaving for the lunch, Y/N managed to convince him to take out his contact lenses and wear his glasses instead. He reluctantly agreed, although he hated how big his eyes looked behind the thick lenses. It reminded him of his childhood. How the other kids made fun of his coke-bottle glasses. How often Bowers broke his glasses and Richie shamefully had to tell his parents that he would need a new pair. The glasses made Richie feel self conscious and insecure in his appearance.

Richie’s eyes, although they appeared huge behind the thick glasses, were narrowed. He looked like he had been through hell already and Y/N was sure that they hadn’t seen the worst yet.

“Dad?” Y/N asked desperately. Richie hummed in reply, not taking his eyes off the street and the passing cars as he drove through the familiar yet unfamiliar streets, passing buildings he tried to remember. It was hard though. Richie often wasn’t sure whether a house had a few exterior changes done, was still the same as it had been when he left, or if it hadn’t existed altogether when he was a child.

“I love you.” She continued in a soft voice, searching his face for a reaction. Immediately, his face softened, he looked more at ease after hearing those words, like he hadn’t failed completely at his job as a father in those last hours. His body relaxed lightly, leaning back into the seat, his hands less cramped around the steering wheel.

“I love you too. And I know that I don’t tell you often, but I’m actually very happy that you were the fastest swimmer and your mother didn’t swallow.” Richie replied with a grin, taking his eyes off the road for a second to watch her face, knowing that his words would earn him at least a small smile from you. And, lo and behold, the girl scoffed, a grin on her lips as she punched her father’s shoulder gently, in a playful manner that he knew too well.

“You’re disgusting.”

“If I am, then so are you. I made you, remember?”

“How am I supposed to remember when you can’t remember shit?”

“Low blow, shitface, low blow.” Richie laughed. The first of many hearty laughs of the night, but they didn’t know. The atmosphere shifted. Somehow, the duo felt as though they finally had some air to breathe, the car didn’t seem to suffocate them anymore. Y/N felt relaxed, like whatever the thing was that attacked her earlier couldn’t get to her. Not right now. She was safe with her father. And her father was safe with her.

It wasn’t long until they arrived at the restaurant, parked the car, but didn’t get out.

“Why aren’t you moving?” Richie asked his daughter, not daring to look at her and opting to look straight ahead, watching the leaves of the bushes and trees in front of them move with the wind. Occasionally, he heard a car moving behind him to park, followed by a muffled babble of voices growing quieter as they walked away from their car. Y/N mimicked her father’s actions.

“Why aren’t you?” she asked in return. Richie pushed her lightly before taking a deep breath and stepping out into the unfamiliar air around him. Nothing in this street was like it had been when he left his hometown, Mike had obviously chosen neutral ground, something that wasn’t connected to bad nor good memories. Something that wouldn’t make them feel like they were forcing themselves to, once more, become the young, mismatched, dorky group of losers when they really were middle-aged losers with rather average and boring lives. Lives that they enjoyed, but boring for the most part.

A light breeze. Chirping birds. Everything around them seemed strangely alive for a town in which people are murdered every day, Richie thought as he watched his daughter get out of the car before he locked it, taking her inside.

As soon as they entered the restaurant, they could feel the air buzzing with excitement. Wild chattering, children squealing, the clattering of plates and cutlery echoed to their ears as their noses were filled with the overwhelming smell of food. Y/N felt her stomach growl aggressively, her hand shot up to cover her stomach as her cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

“Time to feed the monster.” Richie told her, his hand resting on her back as he led her further into the restaurant. Mike was quick to spot his old friend, walked towards him and greeted the man with a hug.

“Richie. Good to see you.” Mike told him honestly, feeling the smaller man hug him a little tighter in return. “You too, Mike.” Richie replied with just as much honesty before he pulled out of the hug.

“This is Y/N, my daughter. Couldn’t leave her behind all on her own. Too much of a baby.” Richie introduced his daughter, who interrupted him with a surprised ‘hey’ before shaking Mike’s hand, ever so polite. He chuckled, although the surprise was clear on his face.

“I didn’t think someone so polite could be related to Richie Tozier. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Mike Hanlon, an old friend of Richie.” Mike told the girl as he opened his arms to engulf her in a hug. She accepted the hug. Mike’s heart felt warm as he held the girl for a short moment, feeling like he had just become an uncle. Maybe he had. Maybe it had been an unspoken rule that people who used to be so close, shared a trauma like the losers had, grew to be uncles and aunts of each other’s children, but they hadn’t talked in 27 years. Were they still close enough to share a bond of such kind?

Richie grinned, his hands in his pockets as he watched proudly how his own flesh and blood bonded with one of his best friends, just like he had ages ago. It was like he was watching a younger version of himself although Richie thought that Y/N looked a lot more like her mother than him. He still couldn’t remember the woman, how she looked, what she was like, but in his mind, he built a version of her with all the unfamiliar features in Y/N’s face and her behaviour, her likes and dislikes.

“Is everyone else already here?” Richie suddenly asked, pulling himself out of his daydreams. He pushed his glasses back up his nose, it had slid down the bridge of his slightly sweaty nose, then looked towards the man whose face showed tiredness and exhaustion, overpowered by sheer happiness. Mike looked just like he did when he was a kid, Richie thought, just a little older.

“Everyone except Stan. But I’m sure he’ll join us later.” Mike explained, pointing towards a little room, exclusively reserved for the Losers Club, plus one who no one knew was coming yet. The duo followed Mike, Richie first, then Y/N. She felt like she should stay back for a bit, let them enjoy the moment together. So, as the men entered the much quieter room, she stayed at the door, moving behind it a little to watch the men and the woman hug each other, vividly talking about the things they just started remembering after Mike called. Once her father reached a slightly smaller man, she could see something else in his eyes. A smirk grew on her lips as she watched a banter ensue that he had never seen before. Her father was acting different than with all those women she had seen him with at afterparties or other events.The women he flirted with but never took home. There was something about the way he carefully, but tightly embraced the man, the way Richie’s eyes looked, how his smile reached his eyes, how he focused solely on teasing the smaller man.

Y/N giggled, deciding to keep an eye on the two men for the rest of their trip to Derry as her eyes travelled over the other people. A woman with vibrant red hair talked to a tall man, his hands cramped into his jeans pocket. He had dark hair, a goatee and looked rather attractive. But, as he was talking to the smaller woman, who seemed like she was aware of Y/N standing in the doorway, although her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, a shy smile on her lips, he looked nervous. More nervous than Y/N would expect. And she wondered what caused it. Was it the fact that he was back in Derry? As she understood, all the losers hadn’t seen each other in decades, and it would be understandable if all of them were jittery to meet each other again. Or was it maybe the woman who made him so nervous that he had to rub his sweaty palms on his jeans every other minute?

Y/N’s eyes wandered further. Another man was talking to Mike. He looked a bit more relaxed, but tense nonetheless. His hair was brown, like the other men’s. It was a lighter shade though, and, besides what Y/N thought might be a reddish tone in his hair, she noticed a few grey hairs. She locked eyes with said stranger who waved at her with a shy smile. Y/N felt like a little kid once more, desperately looking for her father as she felt an anxious tingle on her skin. He, however, was still busy teasing the man who looked exasperated, but happy.

“Hey, uh, Richie? I think you might have a fan.” The man said, nodding towards Y/N. Her eyes widened as her father grinned at her, motioning for her to come over and join them.

“As much as I hope that she is a fan of my work, she also is one of my better jokes. This is my daughter, Y/N.” Richie proudly stated, taking in the shocked faces of his friends. As he spoke, Y/N followed his motions, stepping into the room with quick steps until she reached her father’s side. Richie wrapped his arm around the jumpy girl’s shoulder, in hopes that he would calm her just a little. Despite the way he was acting, Richie was just as tense as everyone else about the situation. He thought that deep down all of them knew why they were here, but they were blissfully ignoring the real reason.

“Don’t act like this is such a surprise now. Women could never resist my charm.” Richie was now grinning as his daughter giggled lightly next to him.

“We’re just surprised someone like you would ever have children. I pity your wife, but mostly the kid. She had to spend her whole life with you, assbag.” the man Richie had been bickering with replied before directing his attention to Y/N. “I’m Eddie and I’m so sorry you had to grow up with Richie as a father. I bet he’s just as bad as he was when I had to spent time with him.” He continued to introduce himself, sending her a wink at the last part. Y/N laughed shortly, nodding in agreement, before the two broke out in an awkward movement, not sure whether to shake hands or hug. Y/N finally settled for hugging him shortly before moving on, introducing herself to the other figures in the room.

Soon, the laughter died down and the Losers plus one settled down at the table. Y/N was sitting on one side of her father, Eddie on the other. The bickering went on, new memories resurfaced every few minutes and Y/N felt herself being pushed into the background. She didn’t mind, but she had to admit that she felt uncomfortably out of place with all the adults. Not because they were so much older, she thought as she watched them interact, no. The people at the table were all children. She just felt strange as everyone kept glancing at her seat, expecting someone else to sit there for a split second before remembering that he wasn’t there.

After a more than satisfying dinner, the waitress brought fortune cookies into the room. Everyone excitedly grabbed one, opening them eagerly in hopes of making fun of whatever the cookie was going to tell them, but Richie dropped his own just as quickly as he had taken it. Disappointment was clear on his face.

“Either fortune isn’t on my side or these people are shit at making fortune cookies. Mine just says ‘could’.” Richie said, leaning back in his chair. Confusion erupted in the room as the other losers opened theirs, finding single words in each of theirs. That was the last calm moment before everyone was trying to make a sentence out of the words. The strangest combinations came to be. But there were still a few fortune cookies left unopened.

“Y/N have a cookie. What does yours say?” Richie asked as he passed his daughter one while Bill was busying himself opening the last one. But before Bill could read out what it said, which admittedly made his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, all eyes were on Y/N. As she had cracked the cookie open, warm red liquid sprayed out of it, staining her shirt and skin. She could feel a queasy sensation in her stomach which worsened to before unknown levels as she read the message inside the cookie.

“You’ll float too, just like Stanley.” She read out loud before rushing out of the room, out into the street, doubling over and throwing up near the sewer drain. Hot tears stung in her eyes as her knees grew weak and she finally had to kneel near her own vomit. Two warm hands placed themselves on her shoulder, before pulling the girl into a warm body behind her. Y/N struggled at first, not knowing who exactly was hugging her, squirming against the body until she heard her father’s raspy voice.

“Shh. That bitch won’t get you. It’s alright.” Richie mumbled into Y/N’s hair as she let loose, crying desperately into her father’s shirt, painful sobs wracking through her body.

“This is why we have to go down there again and kill IT. IT will kill each one of us if we don’t fight it. Don’t you want your daughter to be safe?” Mike argued while Eddie kneeled down next to the pair, passing the girl a tissue who gratefully took it. She mustered up the best smile she could before croaking out a ‘thank you’. Eddie just shook his head with a sad smile, patting her shoulder lightly. Richie had to fight back his own tears.

“Yes. I want to keep her safe more than anything. That’s why we’re going back to that fucked up hotel, pack our shit and fly the fuck home. I’m not going to let her stay here with that psycho clown running around, attacking and threatening my baby.” Richie yelled back, holding her shaky body closer to his own equally shaky body.

“He’s right, Mikey. I thought this was going to be a fun meeting. You should have told us why we were actually coming back.” Eddie joined in on the discussion, helping Richie and Y/N to their feet. Meanwhile, Beverly had called Stan’s number that Mike had given her, curious to find out whether IT’s threat, Guess Stanley Could Not Cut It, was true, what he meant exactly. It was only when she heard a painful sob at the other end of the phone that she realised that it wasn’t just an empty threat. Beverly felt her blood run cold, like it was actively freezing in her veins, as the other losers stopped talking, trying to listen in on the conversation between Bev and Mrs. Uris.

“We’re all very sorry, Patty.” Beverly said before the line went dead and the remaining losers were left in tears, with heavy hearts and thick tears that they tried to blink away. An angry exchange ensued with Richie suggesting to ‘undo’ the promise before storming off with his daughter under his arm, Eddie by his side.

Beverly and Ben left next, not nearly as angry, but mainly heartbroken at finding out about the suicide of someone they loved. Bill and Mike were the only ones left at the Jade of the Orient.

Bill felt shaken up. Stan was dead. And Y/N was just a kid. Admittedly, she was older than they had been when they faced IT for the first time, but she shouldn’t have to face those things at all. No kid, no person should ever face IT. After Richie had lashed out at them, he felt even worse about her being in Derry than he did when he first spotted her. She was actively threatened, and Bill was aware that, for the time she spent in the small town, even if it wouldn’t be for long, she would need to be protected at all times by each of the losers. She was the only losers’ child, as Mike had pointed out throughout lunch, which was strange. After all, Bill and Audra had wanted a child and somewhat challenged their luck until their current project started, Eddie, Stan and Bev were all married so surely something could have happened, but somehow nothing did.

Bill shook off that thought. His eyes travelled back to the sewer where Y/N and Richie had been sitting just a few moments ago. And, as his gaze rested on the devilish thing, he was sure that his ears caught a children’s laughter.

“Please, just let me show you something. Afterwards, you can still decide if you want to leave. But I need you, Big Bill. Please, please stay. People are dying.” Mike pleaded. If there was one person who could get the losers to stay, it was Big Bill. The guy they all had looked up to as some sort of a leader, now as much as they had as children. The roles hadn’t changed over the past 27 years and they wouldn’t change in the next 27 years.

Bill reluctantly agreed, well aware that he would stay with Mike, no matter what he was about to show him.

-------------------------------------------------------------

Tags (message me if you want to be tagged!)

@whereyoustand @bellero @shockwavee @daniellajocelyn @robindoesntloveme @halefirewarrior @ucy161 @captainshazamerica @gabiatthedisco @strangemaximoff @robynel @the-summer-of-39 @sammy-salamander @majorlyextra @im-justafangirl @bohemiancrue @weebishtae @catscrochet

942 notes · View notes

sarah-snook · 5 years

Photo

How to Bring Someone Back from the Dead

【Chapter 1 - The Book】

1|2|3|4|5 pairing: reddie rating: T word count:1307

fic taglist: @emilyskataa @lacinderel @lesbitective @ransonelovebot @saturnznoods

perma taglist: @andaleduardo @anellope @appojoos @billdebnrough @bistanley @bowersgangvslosersclub @capnophobia @constantreaderfool @eddiecare @eddiefuckinkaspbrak @eddiekabsprak @eduardoandale @finelinedwalls @jawnlawk @jem-carstairs-is-perfection @jesusrichie @kasp-brakz @kitty-cat791 @kkaspbrak @last-an-eon @lifesucksheres20bucks @loverboy-kaspbrak @madi-personal @marsisaplanetyall @michelllejones @montconde @nancynwheeler @pink-psychic @playwiththeflowersofmysoul @powered-by-notes @purplepoisonedgem @reddieways @reddie-to-cryy @richietoizer @s-s-georgie @spacechick666-420 @taylor-trashmouth @ticomat @tinyarmedtrex @tozierpunks @tozierking @tozierwho @trashmouthnick @tyrror @vailann @vanesssia @violetreddie @vipertooth @willelbyers @xandertheundead (let me know if you’d like to be added to either list!)

**click the chapter title to read on AO3**

He finds it in the library. The book is tucked between a couple of self-help books that Mike told him he should look into reading. It’s out of place—doesn’t belong there—but the title peaks his curiosity. How to Bring Someone Back from the Dead. He grabs the spine of the book and gently holds it in his hand, inspecting it. There’s no author, no other information, just a title and a short dedication of sorts on the first page. “For those that have hope still lingering in their hearts…” He looks around, making sure no one is watching him before he swiftly hides the small book in the pocket of his jacket.

The book stays hidden in his pocket for the rest of the day while he thinks about what to do with it. Every now and then, he’ll find himself checking to make sure it’s still there. As his fingers gently stroke the mysterious book, he finds himself thinking of Eddie. Ever since that heartbreaking night in the underbelly of the Neibolt house, his thoughts have been of nothing else but the man he had loved. Still loved. Despite being gone, Richie’s heart refuses to let go. It was almost as if he still had...Hope.

He gasps, fingers clutching onto the book—too afraid that it would disappear if he dared to let it go—as the word echoes continuously in his head. Hope. He couldn’t explain it, wouldn’t even question it. All Richie knew was that finding this book was definitely no accident. It couldn’t be. The timing was too...He shakes his head, pushing images of a dying Eddie out of his mind before they could overwhelm him. Instead, he focuses all his energy on getting to the townhouse, rushing up the stairs and locking the door of his room behind him.

Richie allows himself a moment to breath, to close his eyes and will his heart to calm down. He gently takes the book out of his pocket as he sits down on his bed, opening it up and turning to the first page. He scans all the words, but he can’t help but focus on two lines in particular. “Make sure that it wasn’t their time to die. If it was, do not try to bring them back.” He thinks about this until it’s time to meet up with Mike for dinner. He thinks about it as they eat together and Richie inadvertently ignores all the questions Mike throws at him in an attempt to stave off the awkward silence growing between them.

“Rich! Hey man, what’s going on with you today?”

Richie blinks, suddenly remembering where he is and who he’s with. He looks sheepishly up at his friend as he sets down his fork. He wants to tell Mike about the book. He wants so desperately for someone to tell him that he isn’t going crazy and that this book is indeed a second chance. A second chance at happiness with Eddie. He doesn’t though, not directly at least.

“Back at Neibolt house, when...you know…” He begins, unsure of how to ask the question. “Do you think it was his time to die?”

Mike looks back at him with a worried expression on his face, one that makes Richie bow his head and blush. He shouldn’t have asked. He should know that questions like this only lead to talks of getting “professional” help. A talk he was tired of having not only with Mike, but with his other friends as well. He needs time. That’s what he tells them. He needs time to grieve and process the fact that Eddie is gone. Going to see a therapist would mean accepting that Eddie was gone, and he wasn’t ready for that, not just yet. Especially not after finding that book today.

“I think…” Mike sighs as he tries to find the best way to word whatever he’s about to tell him. “I think that no one deserved to die because of that fucking clown. Not Eddie. Not Stan. Not any of his victims. I don’t know if it was his time to die, no one can ever really be sure when it’s their time, Richie. But, I do believe that Eddie was taken from us too soon.”

After dinner, he throws himself on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as he mulls over Mike’s words. “No one can ever really be sure when it’s their time,” he says to himself as he considers going through with trying to bring Eddie back. He’s been in Derry for almost six months—spent Christmas and New Years with Mike—that the townhouse has basically become his home. He hasn’t thought about when he would leave and dodges the question whenever it happens to come up in conversation with one of the others.

He takes the book in his hand and lifts it above him, staring at the cover as he slowly begins to smile. He finds himself once again thinking about how maybe all of this was meant to be. How staying in Derry for months after everything went down lead to the discovery of this book in his hands. There had to be a reason. That reason, he thinks, is a second chance at saving Eddie. Determined, he gets up, flipping through the book until he gets to the page he’s looking for. He reads over the words carefully, pulling out his phone and making a list of everything he’ll need.

You will need two coats, a quarter, a white rose, a blanket, a flashlight, extra batteries, lots of food and water, and an object of importance to the deceased (a necklace, a beloved book, etc).

He takes into consideration how easy it will be to get each of the items on the list. The rose and food would have to be bought closer to his departure, but the others things he could start gathering now. It’s the last part that has him faltering as he digs through his pockets in search of a quarter. “An object of importance to the deceased.” Richie’s eyebrows furrow as he racks his brain about what could have possibly been an item of importance to Eddie, what he could possibly use. He thinks about Eddie’s inhaler, how he always had an attachment to it, but then realizes that it’s gone. Charred and buried underneath the Neibolt house.

His heart sinks at the realization that this journey may not be possible, before it suddenly hits him. The ring. Richie jumps out of his bead, tripping repeatedly as he makes his way to his suitcase. Digging through it, he cheers triumphantly as he finds what he’s looking for. It’s a clunky ruby ring, one that looks like it’s seen better days. Richie noticed Eddie never took off until…that night. It was reminiscent of the Captain Midnight ring that Eddie wore when they were younger. Richie had given him that ring, he remembered that quite clearly. The way Eddie’s face lit up as Richie presented him with the prize was something he thought he would never forget. He did, but that wasn’t his fault. The further away he got from Derry, the more he began to forget, until Eddie had completely slipped from his memory.

Eddie never took that ring off, had treasured it as if it were a real ruby ring Richie had given him. He didn’t think anything of it back then, ignored the way his stomach fluttered at the thought of Eddie treasuring something he had given him so deeply. The fact that Eddie had continued to wear a ruby ring as an adult, even if it wasn’t the same ring Richie had given him, had to mean something. This is it, he decides. This is Eddie’s object of importance.

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #reddie fic #dianawritesfic #fix it fic

222 notes · View notes

richieisabastardman · 5 years

Text

Hold Me Now - Part 3 - Richie Tozier x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 >>> Part 4

Summary: You had forgotten about everything that happened in Derry until Mike called you up. Now, sitting in the restaurant surrounded by your friends, you remembered everything. More importantly, you remember Richie. (Fluff/Angst/Sexy Stuff)

Word count: 2887

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Situations (not smut)

Notes: Thank you all for all of the kind words about the previous parts!! It honestly motivates me to write so much :) Again, I’d love to hear what you guys think of this! Hope you enjoy. Also, I apologize for any spelling/grammar errors/inconsistencies. I read over things a thousand times and I still miss little things :’(

You felt a heavy weight around your waist and a light snoring from behind you. You panicked for a moment before remembering the events of the night before. Smiling to yourself you turned around to face the tall man who was still sleeping soundly in your bed. You raised a hand to his cheek, feeling his stubble beneath your fingers. He let out a sigh, still within the blissfulness of a dream, and you tucked some of his hair behind his ear. He blinked his eyes awake. Confusion, like yours, had laced his features before he realised where he was. At the realisation he smiled, pulling you closer into his chest and resting his face within your hair.

“Morning” he mumbled, still drowsy from sleep

“Sleep well?” You asked, your hand against his chest. You felt him nod above you, his grip tight around your shoulders now. He held you to him like he never wanted you to let you go. You hoped he wouldn’t. There was a strong protectiveness about him now that you had only seen briefly before. You remembered when you were younger and he almost pummelled a boy for making comments about your body. He could never fight; he didn’t have the coordination. However, every now and then a strong need to protect others burst through him. It was in those moments that you liked him best.

“Yeah I slept fine. Why are you laughing?” he asked suspiciously as you chucked at the memories of your childhood with the man. They rushed into your mind like a flood. However, unlike the memories that came back to you when you entered Derry, these were pleasant. These memories were of feather light touches and words as sweet as sugar. Memories of the man you left behind to pursue your dreams outside of Maine.

“Just thought about how much of a dweeb you looked with those glasses when you were a kid” you said, and he feigned injury at your words.

“Bullying Y/N? Really? That’s low. Especially considering the fact that you tried to fuck me last ni-“

You cut him off by reaching up to his face and placing your lips against his. He accepted the gesture immediately, kissing you back deeply. You tilted your head, allowing his tongue access into your mouth. His hand rested on your jaw as his thumb rubbed it lightly.

After a moment you pulled away, smiling up at him. He smiled back at you. “Beep Beep Richie, yeah?”

“Yeah” Richie said, continuing to beam at you. His eyes were glazed over and that dumb smile he had refused to leave his face. You both had almost forgotten why you were in this motel in the first place. Almost.

You had laid with Richie in bed for at least thirty more minutes, chatting about your lives in Derry and your lives now, all whilst Richie drew figures on your back with his fingers. His other hand was entangled with yours. Every now and again he would untangle himself to play with your fingers, his hands almost comically large when placed next to yours.

“I’ve seen all of your movies the day they came out” Richie admitted, placing a feathery kiss upon your forehead.

“You have not” you laughed into his chest.

“Scouts honor!” He replied “Every single one. Why wouldn’t I?”.

“And what is your professional opinion of my work?” you asked, looking up at him.

He looked at the ceiling for a moment, thinking carefully. When he finally looked down at you, a wide grin graced his face and he replied “Meh”.

You hit his chest lightly, laughing.

“I’m just kidding. They were all great. Even that one that the critics said was too self-gratuitous”.

You cringed at the memory and Richie rubbed your shoulder encouragingly.

“Still” He said “Y/N Y/L/N the director. I always knew you’d make it”.

You smiled up at him, and he at you, before you lifted your head to leave a light peck on his lips. Whilst your memories of Richie grew hazier the further you moved away from Derry; you still felt an internal force driving you to achieve your dreams for his sake. You had left him to deal with your absence alone in Derry until he finally moved away, chasing his own dreams and desires. You felt terrible about leaving him at the time - and, not surprisingly, you felt the same way now.

You remembered the insecurity and doubt you had felt when you first arrived in New York. So many times you had wanted to give up on your dreams to work in the film industry. So often you had thought that pursuing a nine-to-five job would be much easier than working your ass off for no reward and even less money.

However, these thoughts always ended with a pull at your heart and a voice within you that screamed

“Do it for him. Make him proud.”.

For a while you thought the Him might have been God. You quickly realised however that if such a being did exist, he would be too busy to be concerned with your career aspirations. People are starving on an abundant planet and are dying of curable diseases Y/N, you thought to yourself, God is probably more concerned with that. It was only when that taxi had passed the sign, Welcome to Derry!, that you had finally realised who the Him was. And when you remembered, you couldn’t believe that you had forgotten.

Seventeen years old was a strange age, you always thought. Away from the sweet sixteens and too far from the looming adulthood of eighteen, seventeen was an age of awkwardness. Your future, something you had been forced to consider (and worse, plan for) in the last few months since turning seventeen hovered over you like a cloud before a thunderstorm. It taunted you with the uncertainty of just how chaotic it could turn out to be. And yet, as you sat in the movie theatre with Richie sitting next to you watching some trashy nineties film, the clouds had seemed to clear. In fact, the sky was blue and there was a nice breeze blowing through your mind. You were the calmest you had felt in months.

Calm before the storm. A voice within your head whispered, but you paid it no mind, reaching into the bucket of popcorn which sat in Richie’s lap.

“I don’t know why you get to hold the popcorn” you whispered, irritated.

“You’ll understand once you get to the bottom of the bucket” Richie said and winked at you.

You furrowed your brow in confusion before the innuendo clicked and you gagged. Richie laughed loudly before being shushed by two men in the row in front of you. One of the men, the one who looked much more irritated at Richie’s outburst than the other, had his arm secured around the other man’s shoulders. The other man whispered to the irritated one. He spoke in hushed tones and smiles, and you watched as the irritated man’s tensed shoulders began to relax. Thank god, you thought, the last thing I need is Richie getting the shit kicked out of him. Finally, the calmer man left a kiss upon the other man’s cheek, causing the irritated man to unwrinkle his forehead and smile. It was the kind of smile that reached your whole face. The kind of smile that softens the eyes and weighs down the eyelids. There were only two reasons people smiled like that; they had smoked just the right amount of weed or they were looking at the love of their life.

You smiled at the actions of the men (though the smile was not as strong as the one currently plastered on the man’s face), before moving your gaze back to Richie. The boy was staring at the couple, eyes wide but not due to shock or fear. He continued to stare at them, the movie on the screen no longer of importance to him. His gaze only broke when he noticed your own upon him. He quickly looked back at the screen, stuffing his mouth full of popcorn.

“I can’t believe people actually spent money making this trash“ he tried to whisper; his mouth still full. Bits of chewed up popcorn jumped out from between his lips as though they were trying to escape their fate within his gut. “You could’ve have made something a thousand times better. I mean, I’ve read your scripts, and even your shit ones are better than this”.

You snorted. “Thanks Richie, I think” you said, and reached into the bucket for another handful of popcorn.

“So, this Fiancé” Richie said cautiously, and you felt yourself being yanked from your thoughts viciously. Your body froze and you knew Richie had felt your sudden rigidness as he began biting his lip nervously. “Sorry” he said “I just-“

“No. Its okay.” You replied. “We should… talk about this, I guess”.

“What’s his name?” he asked.

“David Johnson” you answered.

“David Johnson” he repeated, though his tone was mocking the man despite not being in his presence. You rolled your eyes at his childishness. “So, what’s his deal?”.

“He’s an actor” you said, and Richie scoffed.

“Why haven’t I seen him in anything then?” Richie said, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s a failed actor. He self-sabotages, you know? Every time he gets a role he fucks it up by turning up to set late or drunk or both” you rambled and you could hear Richie sigh from above you.

“Is that why you don’t want to be engaged to him” he asked.

You thought for a moment, wondering whether it was worth mentioning all the things he had done. All it took was a kiss on your head from Richie to let the flood gate open. “Partly” you said, “Also because I caught him screwing his agent in her office”.

A silence fell between the two of you. Richie was shaking his head, running his hand through his hair in frustration. You could tell he wanted to blow. He wanted to rant about your piece of shit Fiancé and how he was going to regret ever fucking with you.

He chose instead to take in a deep breath and attempt to diffuse the situation within his own mind with what he knew how to do best; joke about it. “Actor, Alcoholic and Adulterer. Wow, he’s a triple threat”. You could hear the bitterness in his voice.

Richie had never approved of the men you took interest in, even if they appeared to be God’s gift. Once, as a teen, you told him you thought River Phoenix was cute and from that point he had refused to see any movie he was in. You still weren’t sure if he had ever seen Stand By Me. However, this was different. He had good reasons to hate the man. And so did you.

You sat up and Richie’s face was painted with disappointment until he looked into your eyes. They were serious, gazing into his. The last time you had looked at him like this, you were about to leave for New York. You had stared into his eyes, just like this, and said you would see him again soon. “It’ll only be a few years; it’ll be over before you know it” you had said.

Your voice, low but strong, shook Richie from his thoughts. “I’m going to break up with him. If we don’t die trying to kill that fucking clown, I’m going to do it” you said, and Richie hoped that this time you would keep your promise.

Suddenly, you heard a banging at your motel door. You jumped slightly and groaned when you realised it was just Bill. “Y/N get up! We’re going to go meet Mike!”.

“Fine! Give me a minute to get ready” you yelled back as a reply.

Richie stared at you, his eyes shifting from a softness to a tightness that could only indicate fear was rising within him. The loud knocking of Bill’s hand upon your door had blown away the veil of comfort you and Richie had wrapped around yourselves within your motel room. This wasn’t a school reunion. You were here to kill a clown or die trying.

“We need to get dressed” Richie said. Just as he began to sit up, he scrunched up his face in irritation.

“What?” you asked.

“My clothes… are next door” he replied. The bliss of being held in each other’s arms had rendered you both temporarily amnesic it seemed.

You shook your head, taking a moment to think. You had no issue with the rest of the gang knowing that you and Richie had spent a night together in your motel room. Nothing had technically happened anyway. However, the questions and prying would be way too much to handle this early in the morning. Plus, there were more important things to spend your energy on, like that fucking clown. “I’ll keep watch at the door, and you can sneak out?” you suggested and Richie nodded his head, following you off the bed.

“I feel like a fucking teenager again” Richie said and you shushed him.

You opened the door just enough that you could gaze out of it and into the hallway of the motel. Seeing no one, you opened the door a bit wider and stuck your head out to get a better look. Seeing that it was completely clear, you turned around in order to motion to Richie that he could leave. As you turned, you bumped directly into his chest. He was standing right behind you, his hand now on your waist. You whispered a quiet “Fuckin’ hell Rich” and he smiled down at you apologetically.

You pulled the door completely open, allowing Richie to walk past you through the door frame and out into the hall. He stood there for a moment and you looked at him, confused as to why he hadn’t run to his room yet. Finally, he turned around towards you. Just as you were about to question him, he pulled you by your waist towards him and brought you into a passionate kiss. You accepted the kiss, kissing him back just as deeply, however your mind was still panicking at the thought of being caught.

He pulled back for only a moment before placing his face into your neck, kissing along the length of it sloppily. You considered pushing him back, but when reached the junction between your neck and shoulder and left a soft bite there you decided instead to shut your eyes and place your hand against his chest. His hands moved from your waist to your ass, and he pulled the bottom half of your body towards his. So he won’t do this in private, but he’ll do it in the middle of a motel hallway you thought. Such thoughts were cut short by Richie grinding himself into you, clearly excited by the current situation. You let out a gasp which Richie intercepted with his mouth once again, connecting his lips with yours in a kiss.

Another gasp was heard within that hallway. At first, you thought it was Richie. However, when his movements stilled and he removed his lips from your own, you realised it was most definitely not. Looking to your left, Eddie stood just outside of his motel door. His mouth was open in shock; his eyes wide. His hand was still on the handle of his room door, frozen. Richie considered running back into your room, but it was too late, Eddie had seen him. He had seen more than just Richie, in fact. You were not sure if Eddie had seen all of it, but he had definitely seen enough. “I fucking knew it!” he said, laughing to himself.

Shaking his head in disbelief, he began to make his way down the hall and past the two of you, towards the stairs. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that for my own sake” he said, moving quickly “but I am definitely going to hold it against you. Forever!”.

Both you and Richie were frozen in place, watching the small man jet past you and down to the others who were waiting in the lobby. To the eye that was untrained in Richie Tozier’s library of facial expressions, the face he was currently displaying would have merely appeared neutral. His mouth was closed into a thin line and his eyes, while wide, were not crying out with any particular thoughts or feelings. However, you had known Richie long enough to know that he was not thrilled about what had just happened. The face he wore was not just one of embarrassment. You had seen Richie embarrassed and he was much more bashful than this. No, it was more shameful than that. More apologetic. It was sadder.

You reached out towards him, but he backed away. He shook his head and his expression changed almost too quickly, as though he had pressed the reset button on his brain. “I should go get dressed. They’re waiting for us”. And with that he disappeared into his room, leaving you alone in the hallway for the second time in two days.

Tag list: @felicityofbakerstreet @itsfuckinemily @emiliesnowflake @adritozier @the-almond-dinger @brenna-xoxox @fionnthebandersnacc

If you would like to be added to the tag list, please let me know in a reply to this post!

#richie tozier x reader #richie tozier imagine #richie tozier #bill hader x reader #bill hader imagine #it 2019

276 notes · View notes

floralreddie · 5 years

Text

Love It If We Made It: Part 4

A/N: I’ve now posted the chapters to this on AO3 under the same name.

Summary: Eddie lives. Richie stumbles through being in love with the man who used to be, and could still be, his best friend, and maybe something more. This is how they find each other again as adults, in the aftermath of finally killing It.

Warnings: swearing, description of gore, internalised homophobia. smut to come.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

He remembered carving the letters into the Bridge.

It was that day, the horrible fucking day that Pennybitch had stirred up those feelings inside of him. The ones that were saved for when he was curled up in his single bed, his glasses off and blurred vision blinking into the darkness of his room. Those night were saved for thinking of boys, of girls, and of why one felt so different to the other.

He remembered realising he loved Eddie. It wasn’t anything spectacular. It was a simple blink over those jam jar fucking glasses of his when he was fourteen, as he looked at Eddie, who was scrubbing furiously at his dirty knees with a God damn hanky that he had produced from his pocket.

That was Richie realised that, yeah, looking at his best friends pale skin, big brown eyes and thinking he was cute was, in actual fact, probably a little gay.

Gay.

Richie swallows, older than he was back then by a long fucking shot, and staring at the old letters etched into the tree. They were faded, less sharp, but were still there. Real.

R + E

He had been terrified when he had etched them into the fence of the Kissing Bridge. What if someone came? What if one of the Losers saw and knew what it mean? What if Bowers, Bowers who Richie had fucking impaled, had walked in on Richie doing this sacred, secret thing?

He is here now, though. He feels like he owes that to his younger self. Sure, yeah, maybe it’s a little weird when he kneels down, knife at the ready, and begins etching over those words. Maybe it’s a little fucking sad. Maybe he shouldn’t be pining after a man who wasn’t even divorced yet. But he was, and he always fucking would. If seeing Eddie again, after so many years, told Richie anything, it was that he was still hopelessly in love with the fucking idiot.

Richie stands back, looking at the freshly carved wood and scoffing a little. If the kid who carved those letters knew his older self would still be pining after the psychotic little asthmatic, he’s pretty sure said kid would kick Richie in the shin.

Maybe he deserved it.

He arrives back at the Inn, rolling his eyes sky fucking high when he sees Eddie standing outside, leaning against his Eiffel Tower of suitcases. He has his arms crossed in that angry little way, and his brow is scrunched up grumpily.

He pulls up beside Eddie, red car glinting in the sunlight, rolls down the window, and says, ‘Are you fucking serious?’

Eddie blinks rapidly, as if to say: am I fucking serious, Tozier? ‘You were gone for fucking ever, asshole. I thought you’d ditched me-’

‘Jesus Christ, I said I had to do one damn thing-!’

‘-Fucking’ weirdo. Since when were you all shitty and mysterious, Rich? The fuck were you - what the fuck are you doing? I can carry my own bags-’

Richie is out of the car, rolling his eyes every two seconds at Eddie’s dramatics, and hoisting the first of the suitcases off of the ground. Eddie’s car had been a rental, so they had decided to use Richie’s for the 7 hour drive from Maine to New York. ‘Jesus fuck, Ed’s, what the heck do you have in here? The clowns decomposing body-?’

‘That is not funny’.

Richie cracks a grin Eddie’s way as he dumps the suitcase into the back of the car. ‘It was a little funny’. Eddie stares, all big brown eyes, tight frown and crossed arms, and Richie is in love with his fucking idiot. Terribly fucking so. Richie grabs the other suitcase, stumbling and dragging it in a way that, yeah, might be a little overdone, but he is a sucker for that annoyed look on Eddie’s face. Cute. How could the man still be so fucking cute?

Eddie’s grumbles by the car, back a little hunched and hand hovering over his wound, beneath layers of clothing, and when Richie slams the boot shut with a flourish and a grin, all Eddie can do his stare at him and say, ‘This a fucking dumb car, Rich’.

Richie tilts his head, smiles and replies, ‘You know what’s dumb? Becoming a fucking Risk Analyst when you’re Eddie Kaspbrak and think walking down the street is a freaking risk-’

‘Fuck you, asshole. Fuck you’.

They climb into the car, and Eddie proclaims, as he shifts to make himself comfortable, that the car is cleaner than he thought it would. Richie, in return tells him that despite popular opinion, Richie is a fucking adult and knows how to look after himself.

Eddie looks at him then, face in that familiar frown that Richie wants to wipe off his face, and says, ‘Maybe you aren’t half as much of a fucking wreck as I thought you’d be’.

As Richie starts the engine, he sighs and replies, ‘Thanks, Ed’s’.

‘Don’t fucking call me that’.

It is five minutes later as Richie tightens his hands on the steering wheel and they’re so fucking close to be out of Derry, that Eddie mutters, ‘Thanks for this, Rich. Really’.

Richie stiffens and looks at his briefly, and his glasses slide just a little down his nose. Fields pass by, and he thinks he remembers walking through some of them when he was a kid. He nods, swallows, and clears his throat. ‘Least I can do and, you...you basically saved my life back in that sewer, Spaghetti. Ol’ Richie would have been as skewered as you were back there-’

Eddie is still staring at the side of Richie’s head. He can feel it. ‘Yeah. I mean. You’re welcome’.

Richie nods. He clears his throat again. ‘You nervous?’

Eddie shrugs, then hisses in pain, and Richie looks at him in mild alarm. He watches as Eddie shifts in his seat and slouches to, Richie assumes, not hurt himself anymore. ‘Not nervous, more...guilty. I dunno. Myra is a nightmare, but she’s looked after me the past twenty years. And being back here, in Derry, remembering everything-’ His brow contracts and he swallows, and Richie looks quickly back at the road. Yeah. Remembering shit. He can relate.

‘I get’cha,’ Richie says. He sniffs and shifts his face against his shoulder, trying to get his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

Eddie looks at him, but Richie keeps his eyes ahead. He can see a sign that says EXIT DERRY coming up. ‘Yeah?’ Eddie says.

Richie nods. ‘Yeah, dude’. He swallows, breathes, and then says, ‘Y’know, what I said in the sewers still stands. You’re brave as shit, Ed’s’.

‘Oh’. Eddie is still staring at him. Richie watches as they pass the sign, and leave Derry behind them. ‘Thanks, Rich’.

Richie nods, then freezes and nearly crashes the fucking car when a lone finger appears in his vision, and his glasses are pushed up his nose. He has a flash of memories of Eddie doing nearly the exact same thing in their use, sometimes using his toes as they dangled in that hammock in Ben’s Clubhouse.

He’s sure that when he turns to Eddie, who is settling his hand back into his lap, his are as wide as fucking saucers, and his face is turning a funny fucking shade of maroon. Eddie blinks at him, all innocent and shit, and nods when Richie chokes out, ‘Thanks’.

He glances at Eddie once in the minutes that follow, and catches another one of those secret fucking smiles.

Richie decides that Eddie Kaspbrak is going to give him damn heart failure.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #eddie x richie #Richie x Eddie #it chapter two spoilers #it #it 2019 #floralreddie

105 notes · View notes