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[mrs-eddie-k]

Well hello there...

Hi IT-Fandom

I'm new to this... Just got really into and would love to be part of IT ;) (you see what I did there)

I'm writing a "bigger" adult!Eddie Kaspbrak x OC story atm, and will start posting soon, I hope!

Some OneShots will follow too :)

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[softguarnere]

Hello and Happy New Year :) I’ve been looking around for Generation Kill fan fiction (mainly James Ransone’s beautiful portrayal of Ray Person x Reader) and there’s a very small amount of it online. I was wondering if you’d like to to write for GK? I understand if not as it’s a real harsh show. Thank you!

Hi Anon, and Happy New Year to you as well!

Sorry to hear that you've been having trouble finding the fics that you want to read - that's always rough. Unfortunately I haven't even watched Gen Kill yet, as I'm still not done with The Pacific. (I have one more episode, and then I'm planning on starting GK.) When I'm done with the show, we'll see if I end up writing for it or not. In the meantime, I hope that you can find some fics 💕

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the type you bring home to mom ~ eddie kaspbrak;it chapter two

word count: 2361

request?: no

description: in which he finally brings his girlfriend home to his over protective mother, and it goes exactly as he thought it would

pairing: teen!eddie kasprak x female!reader

warnings: swearing, overbearing mother, derogatory name calling (i guess?), basically eddie’s mom just sucking

masterlist (one, two)

note: (y/n/p) = your parents’ names

I played with the hem of my dress as I walked up to the Kaspbrak household. I was regretting my choice in wardrobe, but it was too late to change now. I knew nothing would feel right anyways, I had already changed three times before I came over.

For the first time in our year long relationship, I was meeting Eddie’s mother. We had somehow managed to keep our relationship a secret for so long that I never felt like I had to meet her, and Eddie wasn’t exactly pushing for it either. As much as he loved his mom, he also knew she was manipulative and overbearing, and he often told me how he was afraid of his mom scaring me off because of these facts.

When the news eventually got out and travelled quickly through the small town of Derry, as gossip usually does, it got to Ms. Kaspbrak in no time. She immediately demanded to meet me, and Eddie set up a dinner at his house for the occasion.

Before I could even knock on the door, it swung open to reveal my tall boyfriend smiling down at me. Any tension I had melted away as I looked up at him, into those beautiful eyes that could calm me down whenever they were on me. He took my face in his hands and pulled me to kiss him. It was such a normal action that, at first, I leaned into it happily, until I realized the circumstances of my visit and quickly pushed him away.

“She’s not here,” he said, as if reading my worried thoughts. “She’s gone out to get some stuff for dinner.”

He stepped aside to let me step into the house. It wasn’t unfamiliar territory; Eddie and I had had many rendezvous there during the rare moments when his mom wasn’t home, but it felt wrong to be there on this occasion. I just wanted it to end already, and to go home or go for a long drive with Eddie.

“Come, sit,” he said, leading me to his living room. We sat close to one another on the couch, so close that we were just barley touching. Feeling his arm brush against mine sent sparks through me.

“How worried should I be?” I asked him, trying to remain as light as possible.

He sighed and shuffled in his seat. “I wish I could tell you not at all, but...”

He trailed off so I finished his sentence for him, “But it’s your mom.”

Eddie nodded. “But it’s my mom.”

One of his arms was around my waist. I hadn’t realized that the skirt of my dress had hiked up a little until the hand around my waist started to play with the hem, his fingertips brushing against my ass. His other hand touched my leg, starting lightly on my knee and then slowly travelling up my thigh till it stopped on my inner thigh. I shivered, wanting him to go further.

Most people who knew him would never believe that Eddie Kaspbrak, the hypochondriac, fast talking, former sheltered mama’s boy, would be absolutely mind blowing in bed, and constantly handsy whenever we were alone. I hadn’t even believed it until we got together, but man, Eddie knew how to make me feel absolutely amazing.

He leaned forward to kiss my neck, his fingers tracing circles in my inner thigh. I was shivering with anticipation and whimpers were escaping my lips. I could feel Eddie’s amused smirk against my neck as he placed another kiss there and lifted his head to look at me. He kissed my lips and his hand finally made its way further up my skirt.

Our moment was interrupted by the sound of a car door slamming. I practically jumped to the other side of the couch, touching my neck in hopes that he hadn’t accidentally left hickies there.

“You’re good,” he said, understanding what I had been doing.

The front door opened and I suddenly felt paralyzed. I wasn’t sure if I should stand up or stay sat down, if I should move even further away from Eddie or stay exactly where I was. In the end, I stayed frozen like a deer in headlights as his mom rounded the corner, arms full of grocery bags.

“Oh,” she said when her eyes landed on me. “Is this...her?”

There was a slight leer to the way she said “her”, which made me want to squirm under her intense gaze.

“Mom,” Eddie said, a partial warning tone in his voice, “this is (Y/N), my girlfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Kaspbrak,” I said. “Do you, um, need any help with - ”

“No,” she cut me off. “I have it. You’re early.”

“I told her this is when to get here,” Eddie defended. “You wouldn’t tell me exactly when to invite her over.”

“Well, this is hardly dinner time,” his mother huffed. “It’ll take me a while to get dinner ready.”

“I can help,” I offered again.

“No,” she said, sharply, which told me that was the end of the matter.

I shrunk down in my spot on the couch.

“Mom,” Eddie snapped again.

She glared at me before turning to her son, trying to soften her expression for him. “I’ll let you know when the food is ready. For now...stay here.”

When she disappeared into the kitchen, Eddie immediately moved to sit next to me and took my hand in his.

“I’m okay,” I assured him. “I’ll get through it. It’s just dinner then we’re done, right?”

He nodded, but I could see the worry on his face still.

A while later, Ms. Kaspbrak called to tell us dinner was ready. She had made sure to place everything so that Eddie and I were sat at the heads of the table, far apart from one another, while she was sat between us. Eddie and I shared a look before sitting in our designated spots.

Dinner started with awkward silence besides our cutlery against the plates. I tried to keep my attention on my plate, but every so often I’d glance up at the Kaspbraks to see Eddie nervously glancing between me and his mother, and his mom just glaring daggers at me. The nervousness I was feeling took away my appetite, but I felt like I had to eat everything to make a good impression, if that was even possible.

“So,” Ms. Kaspbrak said, drawing our attention to her, “(Y/N). Your parents are (Y/P/N), right?”

She already knew the answer to this question. I had grown up in Derry, where everyone knew everyone. There was a reason she was asking, and I had a feeling I already knew what that reason was.

“They are, yeah,” I responded.

“And they’re divorced, aren’t they?”

“Mom!” Eddie groaned.

“It’s just a question, Eddie,” his mom said.

“It’s okay,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t mind talking about it. That’s kind of old news anyways. They divorced when I was 10, dad moved to the next town over and mom got full custody of me.”

“That doesn’t seem like a very stable upbringing,” Ms. Kaspbrak commented. “I’m sure it’s taken such a toll on you, you must’ve decided to rebel somehow.”

Eddie put his face in his hands, officially admitting defeat on trying to stop his mother.

“Actually it wasn’t anything like that,” I said. “Mom and dad stayed pretty civil. There wasn’t any big fight or anything, just an agreement that they’re better off not being married. When dad moved he made sure to stay in constant contact, and comes to visit all the time or I’d go to visit him. Mom always made sure I had a roof over my head and food on the table. They both love me unconditionally, even if they’re not together.”

Ms. Kaspbrak sat back in her seat, a sour look on her face. “Well...regardless, it’s just not right to be raised by a single mother.”

Feeling a bit brave, I raised an eyebrow at her. “Eddie was raised by a single mother.”

“That’s different. My husband died, he didn’t decide to abandon me and Eddie.”

“My dad didn’t abandon us, he’s still very much a part of our lives.”

She ignored me and continued to eat. I looked across the table at Eddie to see him avoiding all eye contact with either of us as he pushed his food around on his plate. As if feeling my gaze, he looked up at me. I gave him a small smile to try and indicate that I wasn’t upset with him. I wanted him to know everything was going to be okay, even if I didn’t fully believe it myself.

“How many boys have you had sex with, (Y/N)?”

The question caught me off guard and I nearly choked on the food I had just put in my mouth.

“Jesus Christ, mom!” Eddie snapped.

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vein, Edward,” his mother chastised him.

“You can’t just ask something like that, mom, that’s none of your business.”

“Of course it’s my business. I need to make sure my son isn’t dating a slut. I remember you were friends with Beverly March before she moved away, and trust me, I heard all sorts of stories about her. Anyone who would hang around with her must be somewhat similar.”

The mention of the untrue bullshit that used to be spread about Bev made the anger within me bubble over. I was seeing red as I looked up at Ms. Kaspbrak, and I was ready to pounce.

“Actually, your son took my virginity, and I took his,” I told her. “And we have sex quite a lot, sometimes upstairs in his bedroom when you’re not home. Although, for someone who says he was a virgin I don’t know how much I believe it. Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do.”

If he was upset with me for saying all of this, Eddie’s face didn’t show it. He was sipping on his water, trying to hide the smug smile that broke out across his face.

Ms. Kaspbrak’s face turned blood red before she rose from the table. “Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Gladly,” I said, abandoning my dinner to quickly leave the shitty situation.

“And don’t you dare come anywhere near my son again, or else I will have the cops on you!” she threatened.

I stopped and turned back to face her. “For what? For dating your son? For showing him that there’s someone who actually cares about him without manipulating him? For finally cutting the cord that you’ve had wrapped around his neck since he was born? Ms. Kaspbrak, I understand that you’re afraid to lose your son the way you lost your husband, but being a manipulative bitch who forced him to think he had illnesses he didn’t have for years and insulting his girlfriend in front of him is not the way to keep him around. Eddie is 18 years old, he’s an adult. He can do whatever he wants, which includes dating whoever he wants and leaving this hell hole that you have the audacity to call a home. The day that you finally accept that just might be the day that Eddie finally considers you to be an actual mother.”

And with that, I decided not to overstay my welcome and left.

I was only a few feet away from Eddie’s house when I heard him calling after me. I slowed my pace just enough that he could catch up with me, but didn’t completely stop. I wanted to put as much distance between myself and the Kaspbrak house as I could.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed as he fell in step next to me.

“For what?” Eddie asked. “I should be the one apologizing to you.”

“You warned me on how she would be, and I still let her get to me,” I said. “I probably made having to live there a whole lot harder.”

“It was hard to begin with, (Y/N). Nothing could make it harder than what it was,” he told me. “What you said, it was all true. Mom needed to hear that. Doesn’t mean she liked hearing it, or that she’ll actually accept it, but she needed to hear it none the less.”

“I guess I could’ve said it nicer,” I said. “Or at least not included details of our sex life.”

Eddie awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah, could’ve done without mom knowing I’m a sex god.”

I gave him a look and playfully nudged him. “I never said you were a sex god.”

“Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do I believe were your exact words.”

“I only said that to make her more upset.”

“So you’re saying I’m bad at sex?”

I pushed him again. “Eddie!”

He laughed and put an arm around my waist. “I appreciate the compliment either way. And I hope you know how much I love you.”

I smiled up at him and leaned into his touch. “I love you, too.”

We walked in silence for a while and, before I knew it, we were at my house. We stopped and turned to face each other.

“Want to stay over tonight?” I asked. “I figure going home isn’t exactly the best option right now.”

“It’s not,” he agreed. “Will your mom be okay with it?”

“Of course she will, she loves you. She’ll probably even cover for you if your mom calls.”

“I take it back, I don’t love you. I love your mom.”

“And I take back my offer. Go sleep on the streets.”

I took off for my front door with Eddie hot on my trail. I tried to open it and lock him out before he caught up to me, but of course his long legs gave him an advantage. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me away from the door, both of our laughs ringing out through the otherwise quiet neighborhood.

[random-imagines-blog]

Moment {James Ransone x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: @buckybarton03​ Wordcount: 2631 Summary: At an IT Cast Party, you fall into a really good, long conversation with a friend of James’s. But he couldn’t be jealous, could he?

With your mouth open, you couldn’t help but stare at everyone who was at the party. You were close with James Ransone, sure, but you didn’t think you would actually get invited to this A-List event! You were dressed to the nines, along with everyone else, and you stayed by James’ side as he went straight to the catering table, filling a small plate with snacks. You were too excited to eat, and too nervous that you would do something embarrassing, like spit a cracker on James McAvoy. “Oh my God, there’s Jessica. She’s absolutely stunning in person, I’m going to pass out.” You had to hold onto James’s arm for steadiness, because you felt like you were going to swoon. You were breaking one of the only rules that he had set for you this evening. Don’t embarrass him. Though when he asked you that, he was probably joking. Now there was a real risk.

“Okay, keep you away from Chastain,” James muttered under his breath, handing you a glass of champagne since you didn’t grab any food. “Just have this. And try to relax. It’s a party, not a red carpet. Be cool.”

“Cool, cool, cool,” You said, sipping at the champagne. “Yeah, I can be cool,” You said, your eyes flitting around. So many celebrities in one place, and all of them, every single one, was a gorgeous human being. “Do you mind if I just stay around you for a while? I’m still nervous.”

“I hope so, you’re my plus one. It would be rude if you just left me,” James laughed. You laughed along with him and for the hundredth time that day, you were glad that you knew someone as cool as him. He was a diamond in the rough, and a very good looking one if you did say so yourself. He was wearing a nice suit, but a casual shirt underneath it, not getting too dressed up. He looked as relaxed as you wanted to feel.

He introduced you to everyone, slowly. It wasn’t a big meet and greet, it went more organically than that. To both yours and James’ delight, you were able to keep yourself handled, even when you met Jessica Chastain. “So you’re the one that James has been talking about,” The beautiful redhead said, after you introduced yourself.

“Whatever he said, I didn’t do it. Unless it was really cool, then it was all me,” You joked, making her laugh. “No, but really, he goes on about how awesome you all are too, all the time.”

“And it’s always y/n this, and y/n that,” Jessica teased, nudging James, making him fall a little pink. You looked up at him with surprise. The fact that she remembered your name so quickly proved that she wasn’t just being polite. He really talked about you.

“Well, I’m the lucky one then, if the cast of the best movie of the year all know my name,” You said, trying to change the conversation around before you started to feel all warm and fluffy. James McAvoy joined the conversation, and then Bill Hader, and it became full of laughs. Very funny, all of them.

“I didn’t think you were real. I thought you were some sort of imaginary friend,” Bill Hader said to you, a serious expression on his face. “He made you sound too good to be true.”

“You know what’s funny?” You asked, finishing the last of your champagne. A caterer came around and took it for you, along with James’s empty plate. He was being rather quiet. “Before we left, he told me not to embarrass him. I’m starting to think that message was meant for you.”

Hader laughed pretty hard at that one, and eventually the conversation got off of you, and then back onto the movie. There was a newcomer to the conversation - Andy Bean, who only had a small role in the film but it was Stan so it was still a big character. He had moved in between you and Jessica, and you noticed that he was standing quite close. And you found yourself not really minding.

“So, did you like the movie?” Andy asked, and you found yourself in an almost one on one conversation with him. The other actors were drifting off, but James stayed by your side.

“Of course I did!” You said, surprised that he was even asking such a thing. “It was different from the book in a lot of ways, but it was really good. I mean, obviously I wish that you had more scenes but that’s more a problem with Stephen than with you. But there is one thing I wish that they hadn’t changed from the book...”

“And what’s that?” Andy asked.

You looked up at James and grinned. He groaned, figuring that something humiliating was coming his way. He was right, as per usual.

“Can you imagine Eddie wearing a little Chauffers hat? They should have stuck to the limo business, just for that alone.” You said, ruffling James’s short hair. He swatted but never actually came close to hitting you. You laughed and ducked, which only made you all the closer to Andy.

“I’m getting more food,” He grumbled and walked off, leaving just you and the other actor. He was smiling at you, and you smiled back.

“So you two seem very close,” Andy said, watching James leave to go back to where the buffet was.

“That’s what everyone keeps saying tonight,” You said, turning to look at Andy since you could see James’s back anytime you wanted, really. This was to meet new people, to have fun. “All I am going to say, before the gossip magazines start showing up, is that he is one of the best people that I know. And we’re going to leave it at that.”

“Okay, okay, defensive,” Andy said, raising an eyebrow. “He is a good guy though. I hope I get to work with him again. And the kids because they were actually really hard shoes to fill.”

“Oh my God, the kids,” You said, nodding in agreement. It turned out that you both had a lot of the same views on things, especially the movie. You wished again that he had gotten more screen time so that you could have seen him more. He was more of a stand-out guy than the movie had given him credit for.

“So yeah, I actually did do that bird jigsaw puzzle all by myself, and I’m proud of that,” Andy said, well into his third glass of champagne. You were as well, since every time Andy grabbed himself one, he’d get one for you. He was being a perfect gentlemen and you were growing impressed. It helped you to feel a lot more free, and a lot less nervous about making a good impression. It seems that James had done that for you.

“And how many pieces was that - fifty?” You teased, making him bark with laughter.

“A thousand, I’ll have you know. I worked on it when they were getting the rest of the scene ready!” He protested.

“Okay, I guess I’ll have to watch it again, just to admire your amazing puzzle skills.” You smiled. He grinned back at you, his smile rather lopsided. “

Two more drinks. The waitress just kept coming around with plates of it. Champagne was a celebration drink and there was a lot to celebrate tonight. You were getting pretty tipsy at this point, and you were so wrapped up in your conversation with Andy that you didn’t notice people were starting to leave. You were laughing at one of his on-set anecdotes when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see James standing there, hands in his pockets, face looking a little down.

“Cheer up buttercup!” You said, trying to give him your half-emptied glass. “Here, this is making me happy, so maybe it will do the same to you. You’re looking dour.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t expect to get lonely tonight,” James said, not sounding impressed at all. However, you were in too a good a mood to deal with his grumpiness. You wrapped your arm around his and laid your head upon his shoulder.

“There, you’re not lonely now,” You said, motioning Andy to come and join the hug. He did, chuckling the entire time, wrapping his arms around the both of you. James stiffened, you could feel that much, but you didn’t let go of him.

“I was thinking it’s about time that we head back to the hotel anyway,” James said, after Andy had let you two go.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” You said, excited at the prospect of the big hotel beds that were in your double room. “Andy, I must get your number.”

“I must give it to you!” He said, taking hold of a napkin and scrawled some numbers on there. You took it with a smile, folding it in your hand so the ink wouldn’t transfer onto your skin. “It was lovely to meet you, y/n. And always good to see you, James.”

“Yeah, you too,” James said, putting his hand lightly on your shoulder and lead you out of the party to where the car was waiting. You slipped inside first, getting yourself comfortable when James came in after you. He seemed to be in the most sullen mood. A little too-Eddie like, you noticed.

“Okay, come on buttercup,” You said, putting your hand on his knee and gave it a squeeze. “Fess up. There’s something on your mind and I want to know what it is.”

James sighed dramatically, looking out the window. I bent forward, trying to swerve under him to get him to look at me. “Quit it,” He said, but you noticed that his mouth went up a twitch. He couldn’t stay mad at you.

“Come on, please? It was a fun party, you shouldn’t be scowling.”

“You and Andy seemed to be getting along pretty well.”

“And that’s why you’re being a frowny face? I thought you wanted me to get along with your friends... Unless...” You gasped in surprise. Due to the drink, it came out more dramatic than intentioned. “Are you being jealous, Mr Ransome?”

“No,” He said, but he said it too quickly. “Why would I be jealous?”

“Well, there’s two possible reasons. One is that you don’t want me close to Andy because you wanted his attention all night or...” You blinked at him, realization coming across you. “Or the second is I’ve been a bad date because I spent almost the whole time talking to someone else. Gee, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” He said, grunting, still refusing to look over at you. “You were having fun-”

“But I was being rude.” You put your head on his shoulder, trying to entice him to look at you again. You even did your puppy dog pout, which finally made him catch your eye. You made sure to keep up the contact so that he wouldn’t be able to look away again. “James, I’m really sorry. I just got kind of carried away. It’s really nice to have someone else to talk to about you.”

“You were talking about me?” He asked, in a tone of disbelief.

“Quite a bit actually. What else do I have to talk about? You’re the person that I do everything with. And that I make all my plans with. I was telling him about the trip that we’re going to take to the beach in the Summer, just you and I. He said it sounded fun, but I think I got the point across that it’s just supposed to be the two of us.”

“Oh,” James said, having the good sense to feel a little embarrassed. “I didn’t know that you were talking about me.”

“Should have,” You said, noticing his fingers inching closer to your leg. “You’re my favorite person in the whole world. Am I your favorite?”

“You have to ask?” He questioned you, making you grin like you had the first time that you had met him and realized just how your life was going to be positively impacted.

“Yup,” You said, popping the P. You took hold of his hand, lifted it, and set it down upon your own thigh so he would have to feel the luxurious fabric of your outfit. He stiffened in his seat, but his fingers went a little further, squeezing your thigh. “I’m sorry I ruined our date. Can I make it up to you?”

“You’ve been drinking, y/n,” James said, sounding apprehensive.

“Liquid courage,” You said, leaning in. You leaned in to finally kiss those lips that you’ve been wanting for a while, but never had the bravery to go for. But he stopped you by turning his head, so you got his cheek. You pouted with disappointment, and he sighed, taking his hand back. What a drama queen, you thought.

“I can’t, not when you’ve been drinking. If you were sober maybe, but-”

“I only had a couple of drinks. I know what I’m doing. I’m still in control of myself. James. Just ... please?”

James looked worried, stressed and a little happy at the same time. It was a weird mix to see on his face, but you found it endearing. Even more so when you realized that he was rejecting you, not because he wanted to, but because he didn’t want to take advantage. “No,” He said again.

The car pulled in front of the hotel, and he got out quickly, but still stuck around to offer you his hand to get out onto the sidewalk.

“Okay. I’ll give up - for now. But don’t think that these are just tipsy thoughts,” You said, holding onto his side as you entered the hotel, making for the elevator so you could go to your room. “Because I’ve kinda loved you for a long time and I was just so happy that I could finally tell someone about it that I almost ruined it.”

“You didn’t ruin anything - hey, mind the buttons,” He said, as you nearly tumbled inside, your hip hitting a couple of buttons for floors that you weren’t going to. It was going to be a long ride up to your floor. You smiled at him teasingly and pressed a couple more, making him groan. “What are you doing?”

“Making the ride last longer, you said gleefully. “I know you don’t want me to kiss you but can I hug instead?”

“Yeah, I guess,” He said. You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your face against his shoulder, taking in the smell of the cologne that he was wearing that night. “It’s not that I don’t want to...” He said, as the doors opened and then closed on an empty floor.

“Do you love me too?” You asked, trying to feel his heartbeat through your own chest, but all that you could place was yours. It was going quickly.

“You know I do,” He said, more to himself than to you.

“So I can kiss you in the morning when I’m sober?”

“I.. I guess you could.”

“Good. Come on elevator, I gotta go to bed so I can wake up!”

[good-doctor-imagine]

Derry (Eddie Kaspbrak)

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak x Fem!Reader (IT Chapter Two)

Request from @avengxrs423​: “hi!! can i request it chapter 2 (adult) eddie kaspbrak x reader (she’s not a loser). eddie brings her back to derry with him and he gets super jealous over ben and reader getting along. eddie can tell ben likes her. ends in fluff :)”

Synopsis: Eddie brings you to Derry but gets jealous when he realizes Ben likes you.

Word Count: 2.1k

You were a bit surprised when Eddie called you, breathing frantically, telling you he got in a car wreck. Scratch that, you were frozen in shock. Eddie was not the person to get distracted or take his attention off the road. He was way too analytical of everything to let that happen. That's one of the reasons he became a risk assessor.

You were as frantic as him when it came to picking him up. Although you tried to calm him over the phone, your own heart was doing flips in your chest. After making sure he could breathe properly, you asked him several times if he was okay. He insisted he was.

When you pulled up close to the scene, you were relieved to see him fine, just a few scratches and bruises.

"What the hell were you doing to get yourself in a wreck?" Your mind still spun with questions but you tried to repress most of them while you were driving.

"I got a call."

His voice was small and shaky. You figured it was from the shock he was still coming out of. He was probably terrified out of his mind when he wrecked.

"It was from an old friend. He said I have to go back."

"Go back? Where?"

"Derry."

•••

The drive there was eerily quiet. Despite his increasing anxiety, Eddie insisted he drive. It gave you time to think about what was happening and it brought up a lot of unanswered questions.

Eddie never really talked about his childhood. Every time it was brought up he would either avoid it or say he didn't remember a lot of it. You didn't let it get under your skin. Perhaps he had a traumatic experience as a child and didn't like thinking about it. Or maybe he simply didn't like himself back then. It really didn't bother you, not until now.

His fingers were constantly tapping on the leather steering wheel, his jaw clenched as he stared blankly at the road. It was starting to worry you and the tapping was beginning to become obnoxious.

"Eds," You said softly, resting your hand on the middle console, "I can drive. You look a bit anxio–"

"NO!"

You immediately drew your hand back, staring at him with wide eyes. He never yelled at you.

He cleared his throat and his cheeks reddened when he realized what happened. "I mean, no. It's okay, I can drive."

You nodded and turned your head but kept him in your peripheral. You were worried but didn't make any other move to stop him, even as he uncharacteristically swerved through traffic.

•••

You shot up at the sudden bang that pierced the calm atmosphere of the hotel room. A panicked Eddie rushed (more like stumbled) in the room, not even caring to close the door behind him. He made his way to the suitcases, peeking inside. When he noticed they were empty (You emptied the clothes since you planned to stay for a bit), he dragged them to the single dresser in your room, flinging open the drawers and slinging the clothes messily into the bags.

"Woah, Eddie," You stressed, "What are you doing?"

"We can't stay here," He spoke quickly, "IT – We can't stay. They're batshit crazy."

You pushed yourself off the bed and crouched next to him, placing your hands gently on his shoulders. It was meant to be calming, but Eddie instantly jumped at the contact. "Sorry," You mumbled but kept your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to ground him.

"Okay," He shot up, causing you to slip on your back foot and fall on your butt. "Time to go."

"Eds," You called out, scrambling up from the floor and following behind him like a lost puppy. "Eddie," You called out again, "Tell me what's happening."

Eddie yanked the bags over the lip of the door, not even flinching when they hit the frame with a loud crack.

"Eduardo, ándele! Let's go!"

"Who's that?" You immediately shot out, "What's going on?"

When you made it to the main staircase, you paused, looking down at the three people on the main floor. Their bodies were stiff and the atmosphere felt suffocatingly tense.

"'Kay, I just have to grab my toiletry bag then we can go," Eddie announced, too lost in his own mind to notice the atmosphere of the room. Only when he looked up did his eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What'd I miss?"

•••

It would be a lie to say you were happy to meet his friends at the time you did. You thought it would be an exciting and eye-opening moment to finally meet the people your husband grew up with. They influenced the person he became today. However, all that was thrown out the door when one of them claimed to see every one of them die. You were mortified to hear that come from her lips but you thought it was some sort of inside joke so you decided to laugh.

You were wrong. Everyone looked at you like you were out of your mind, even Eddie. Immediately, you shut up and let them talk as you sat in a chair in the corner of the room.

The girl looked distraught, not at all like she was lying. The boys were taking her words very seriously. It was taking a toll on Eddie, pacing back and forth around the room.

Your head started to spin at their conversation. It was hard to comprehend, especially when two other people showed up talking about headlights and a fucking ritual of truth. Whatever that shit is.

You were only able to pick up on small things as the man spoke. Something about getting your tokens and defeating a monster? It was like you were living a movie.

When it was over, Eddie told you he was heading back up to the room with the bags. You nodded but didn't follow him, wanting to stay by yourself while you tried to wrap your head around everything. Nothing made sense right now.

"Drink?"

A deep voice brought you out of your daydream. When your vision cleared, you noticed a drink being held out to you. You followed the hand connected to the drink until you locked eyes with a man. One of Eddie's friends.

You thanked him quietly and accepted the drink, letting yourself take a decent sip before cradling it in your hands.

"So, why are you here?" The man asked you, carrying a drink in his own hands.

"I'm with Eddie."

"Bet you didn't expect to get dragged into this," He chuckled, a wide smile appearing on his face. You smiled back, your eyes widening in agreement. It felt a little bit awkward, you weren't expecting for one of Eddie's friends to interact with you but here you were. You wanted his friend to like you, it was a natural thing.

"I definitely didn't," You sighed, taking another sip of the strong drink. "Eddie never really talks about Derry. I was surprised he invited me to go with him."

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Really? Ouch. So he never talks about us?"

You felt yourself heat up. Did you just out your husband? "Well, it's not like he did it on purpose or anything. From what I heard, I wouldn't want to think of what happened either."

"Yeah."

The two of you sat in silence for a while, letting everything sink in. When you broke the silence, his head quickly swiveled to face you. "So, what the heck were you guys talking about anyway? It was kind of hard to understand. Were you talking about a horror movie or something?"

The man laughed again, this time his laugh was a lot warmer. "Well, I guess I'll have to explain."

•••

Ben was actually a really nice guy. It wasn’t like you were expecting his friends to be mean but the openness and genuine kindness that Ben expresses was surprising after what happened the night before.

The other friends seemed to be engulfed in whatever was going on, including Eddie. When you got back to your room last night (mind still stirring from what Ben tried to explain to you), Eddie was already in the bed, staring at the ceiling. It was like he didn’t know you were there.

You didn’t blame him for staring off into space, heck you couldn’t even comprehend what Ben even told you! But you felt a bit worried. Eddie was always the type to talk things out (in more of a panic nonetheless) so him going completely silent was a bit uncomfortable.

Despite that, you couldn’t take it on yourself to shake him out of his daze, afraid he wouldn’t be even more scared than he was at the moment. You thought maybe letting him have his space is the best for right now.

Little did you know, that was the furthest thing from what Eddie wanted.

Eddie walked a few paces behind you and Ben as everyone walked further into the woods. Everyone was supposed to keep a lookout for the entrance of the clubhouse, but for some reason his eyes could not leave you.

Eddie could feel the sharp stings from his teeth chewing on his tongue as he watched you smile widely at his friend who was so obviously flirting with you. Although he wasn’t the best person when it came to flirting, Eddie could tell when someone liked you. And Ben definitely liked you.

He didn’t want to say anything about it even though it was getting on his last nerve. Every joke, every laugh, every playful line, it all swarmed Eddie’s head, repeating relentlessly until that was the only thing he could focus on.

You didn’t notice Eddie’s tension. You were too focused on getting along with Ben to realize that Eddie was losing his patience. It wasn’t until Eddie pulled you back that you were taken my surprise. You two were married, yes, but Eddie was still awkward with things like physical contact. Maybe it stemmed from his hypochondria. He just didn’t normally like to do things like hold hands or cuddle (at least not in public).

Yet here he was, his hands gripping yours in a firm (but still soft) hold. Eddie was giving Ben an uncharacteristic glare. He couldn’t help it. Eddiejust felt so much conflicting emotion that he did what was natural. And that was keeping you next to him, away from whatever Ben was trying to do.

You looked quickly between your husband and Ben. Ben looked as surprised as you. However, once he looked at Eddie, he turned back around and didn’t look back again. Despite his innocent exterior, the look in his eyes was anything but innocent.

“Eds,” You said quietly, leaning closer to his ear, “What’s going on?”

You really didn’t want to create a scene, especially in front of all his friends.

He didn’t respond, just gripping your hand tighter. Even as the sweat collected, he didn’t let go of your hand until they found the clubhouse.

You pulled Eddie away from the group for a moment, determined to find out whatever was wrong with him.

“Eddie,” You stressed, “You need to tell me what’s gotten into you. This definitely isn’t normal.”

Eddie bit his lip, scanning the situation. Even if he were to ignore it, he did not want an angry wife stomping around him.

“I just–“ 

Eddie struggled to find the correct words to describe what he felt. What even was it? He felt so angry but insecure at the same time. One of his good friends was shooting his shot with his wife. Was Eddie going insane? Was this all I’m his head? Surely not.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Eddie sighed, “Ben likes you.”

You let out a halfhearted laugh, not sure if he was joking or not. By the look on his face, he definitely wasn’t. “Wait. You’re serious?”

Eddie pursed his lips and looked to the side, heat beginning to blossom on his cheeks.

“Eds,” You cooed, “Ben is not trying to do anything. Besides, if he did, it wouldn’t matter anyway. I love you and only you. I swore my life to you.”

Eddie seemed to start to calm down once you finished. His shoulders dropped slightly and his breathing slowed.

You smiled at your husband, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at the whole situation. “I love you~” You cooed again, leaning in closer to his face.

Instantly, Eddie’s face lit up like Rudolph’s nose. It was sort of charming. He was still as flustered as he was when he first met you.

Eddie swallowed the rest of his insecurities and leaned forward too, leaving a short but sweet kiss on your lips.

“I love you too.”

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

IT 2017 [E.K.] Masterlist

main masterlist

• Prologue •

• Ch. 1: Please Don't Go Girl •

• Ch. 2: Thriller •

• Ch. 3: The Right Stuff •

• Ch. 4: Bust A Move •

• Ch. 5: Fright Night •

• Ch. 6: Friends Will Be Friends •

• Ch. 7: Hush, Hush, Hush •

• Ch. 8: Somebody's Watching Me •

• Ch. 9: Only Dreaming •

• Ch. 10: Who Needs You •

• Ch. 11: Under Pressure •

• Ch. 12: Changes •

• Ch. 13: Hells Bells •

• Ch. 14: Back To The Old House • [in progress]

[fangirl-imagines]

Home Again P2//2019!Eddie Kaspbrak x Daughter!Reader

A/N: The follow up to my story Home Again, also requested by @thoughtfullyyoungduck

Prompt: You and your dad have a heart to heart about what happened happened to you in the old Kapsbrak house with Pennywise. 

Your dad was on the phone when you stepped out of the bathroom and into the main part of your hotel room. Your hair was still dripping from your shower. You didn’t say anything at first, just looked at him and the deep worry lines in his forehead as he spoke into the phone. He had explained to you on the ride  home that the thing that had attacked you earlier was not your grandmother at all, but some sort of demon that hunted in Derry. Turns out this summer vacation to your dad’s home town wasn’t about a trip down memory lane but was really about him and his friends killing a demonic clown that eats children. 

You shivered at the memory of it pulling your hand towards it mouth. If your dad and his friends were just a minute later than they were it would have eaten you. Eddie looked up and stopped talking when he saw you standing in the room. 

“Mike, I’ll have to call you back.” 

He hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed, forcing a smile at you. “How are you feeling?”

You shrugged. The frown on Eddie’s face deepened. He nodded as you walked over to your own bed, one of the two twin ones in the room and sat down, folding your legs under you. You grabbed your forgotten book off the bed and opened up to the dog eared page but didn’t actually process any of the words on the page. Your dad cleared his throat and sat down on his own bed across from you. He waited for you to look up at him but when you didn’t he sighed. 

“Y/N? Y/N, can you just look at me please?”

You flipped to the next page. 

“Hey!” You protested when the book was suddenly plucked out of your hands and tossed across the room. But the serious look on your dad’s face shut you up. 

“Look, Y/N, I’m sorry I got you caught up in all of this okay? I never should have taken you back here with me.”

You shrugged your shoulders again, “It’s okay, Dad.”

“No! No, it’s not!” He sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. You felt your stomach drop again. You always stressed him out so much. “I put you in danger and that’s not okay. I’m your dad, it’s my job to protect you.” 

He reached over and took a folded piece of paper off of the nightstand. With a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes he handed it to you. You looked down at it and then back up at him. 

“A plane ticket?”

“Mrs. Hendrickson from next door is going to pick you up at the airport and you’re going to stay with her until I get home. It’ll only be for a couple of days.” He reached over and took one of your hands, squeezing it gently. “I’ll be home in a couple of days and we can pretend like none of this ever happened. I just, I need to know you’re safe in the meantime.” 

You stared down at the ticket hearing Not-Sonia’s voice ringing in your ears. 

“Your filthy just like your mother, holding my Eddie back, keeping him anchored with a child to take care of on his own? You should be ashamed.”

“No.” You tossed the ticket down on the bed and stood up quickly. “No, I’m not leaving. I can help. I can help you kill that thing.”

Eddie stared at you in shock, his mouth open and looking surprised. You put your hands on your hips preparing to stay strong as he snapped to his senses and stood slowly. “No, you’re not. You’re not going near it again. No arguments.” 

He raised his voice slowly. Your lower lip trembled softly. You bit down on it harshly, trying to keep from crying. 

“Are you going to come back?”

Eddie stopped, any anger he was feeling draining from his body completely and suddenly. He uncrossed his arms, “Of course I’m coming back. I-, Why would you ask me that?”

You rolled your eyes, “Mom didn’t come back. And I just stress you out all the time, why would you want to come back?”

You couldn’t make eye contact with your dad, not wanting to see him agree. You sunk down onto the bed and tucked your hair behind your ear. Your eyes were blurry when your dad lifted your chin to look at him. You tried to wipe your eyes quickly even though there was no way your dad hadn’t seen them yet. But when you could see again you were surprised to find your dad looked ready to cry as well. 

“Listen to me. Your mom leaving had nothing to do with you Y/N. Nothing! We had a lot of problems and she didn’t know how to be a healthy mother, that was not your fault.” He grabbed your shoulders and looked into your eyes while he spoke to make sure you heard the complete sincerity in his voice. “And yes, I get anxious about things sometimes but that’s not your fault either. It’s not your job to keep me from getting anxious or stressed about anything. Your a kid, my kid, and that’s your only job, to be a kid. Not to keep me from getting anxious.” He cleared his throat when his voice got thick and rubbed his eyes again. “But no matter what I’m never leaving Y/N. Because I’m your dad and I hit the jack pot to get you as a daughter.”

You were both crying now and you laughed gently at the situation. That it took coming to Derry and getting attacked by a demon clown for the two of you to finally have this conversation. Eddie reached down and picked the plane ticket up out of the floor and offered it to you once again. 

“I promise, I’ll be back.” 

You stared at the ticket and wiped the tears back from your eyes. Your dad was smiling at you gently when you looked back up at him. Slowly you returned his smile and took the ticket. You’d never forget that moment. Its the one that played through your head when Richie Tozier called you two days later. 

[bowieandqueen11]

His Babies / Eddie Kaspbrak Imagine

Request: hello darling! first off i just want to say i hope you settle into your second year well and enjoy yourself😊second could i request a 2019!eddie kaspbrak x reader where the reader is pregnant and she gets ill or something (nothing serious just a cold or something) but eddie being eddie he freaks out and does all kinds of weird things that he promises will make her better because he loves his babies and doesn’t want anything to hurt them ever uwu

Trying to get over my writer’s block and also to stop crying so thank you! <3

All comments are very very much appreciated!

Eddie Kaspbrak announced that he was going to fight the flu with his own two hands.

Even under a light cotton sheet he could tell that you were radiating heat like the hinges of hell, wincing as he withdraws his fingertips from your brow and instead carefully places them over the bulge of your stomach, biting his bottom lip and allowing his nervous wreck of a mind to stampede free.

How did he know that the baby was alright? His thumb swirled over your bellybutton. How did he know that you would be alright? His pointer finger gracefully tickled its way up the side of your hip, his palm spreading over your side with a carefully quiet sigh.

Shrugging off his blue suit jacket, he loosens his tie and throws it into a chair in the corner. Normally he would hate that, leaving things so open and so out of place, but with you the way you were, he didn’t have time to ponder over it. What would his mother do in times like this. Kneeling down at his bedside table, he grunts a little in frustration as his fingers push different bottles out of the way, some liquid sploshing against falling glass, some powder dancing in green glass light as he continues his hunt.

‘Come on, come on’, he mutters to himself, feeling the sweat begin to bead down his brow, ‘there has to be something in here that can fix you.’

He glances at his inhaler for a second with a sad look, before shaking his head and thumping his back down onto the side of the bed. You had eaten nothing but the most watery of soups the last two days, so diminished was his appetite, light airy coughs bubbling from your lips as Eddie raced up and squeezed out the cold wash cloth he had placed at the end of the bed, gently leaning down next to you. One arm tightly grasped your arm, his fingers digging into your skin as if to say, please, please don’t leave me here alone, the other trembling to your forehead to soothe back your hair and wet your skin.

He reaches into his hand to pull out the ointment his mother had always promised would cure any illness, scooping out the green, slimy goo and wiping it onto your temples with a slight frown on his face. His skin seemed to be paler than yours, his face more withdrawn and ghost like as his eyebrows raised, his eyes wide and swirling with gold flecks of fear in the dim light that radiated from the lampshade.

It smelt rancid, but he knew it would work. After all, it had worked on him, hadn’t it?

‘That’s it sweetheart, let’s get that fever down for my babies.’

Waking up from a restless sleep due to, you glimpse at the glowing and radiant sun peaking above the horizon out of your window. It extended its vivid light across the deep crimson sky. Its dazzling and inviting rays flowed through the window providing warmth to your bod and the welcoming rays trickled in to replacing your unrest. Looking over to your side, you laugh, a warm, musical laugh that wakes Eddie up from his sleep. The set of his face smooshed into the side of your neck, soft snores drifting into your ear like rumbling thunder as his shirt crinkled with every twitch of his arm was just too cute to bear.

Seeing you finally wake, he jumps up, his eyes grinning and mouth beaming before he points his fingers up like a mad man on the loose.

‘Hold on, I’ve made some different kind of teas that will help you, stay here, don’t move, I promise my mum always said warmth was enough to steal away any illness and although we’ve come to the fact that perhaps she wasn’t the greatest influential figure in my life I still think-’

‘Eddie! Eddie, hun, I’m fine, it’s just a head cold.’

‘Just- wait here!’

He raced into the kitchen to boil the kettle for the fifth time that day, already filled to the brim with tea, he busied himself getting the cups and teabags ready. 

Rushing back in with a dozen cups he slowly tips your head towards one by one with a satisfied smile and nod, despite your objections, he stood at the bedside of his new patient, taking your pulse and observing respiration rate while fitting more words in a minute than most would in five. 

‘Eddie, Eds’, you start, slapping his hand away, which he tries to fight back, ‘look, will you just come in here? I’m cold, and we just need some snuggles.’

‘If I get in the bed, will you let me check your pulse again?’

‘Hun, I don’t think I could stop you even if I tried.’

He tucks you into your shared bed, his hands coming under your waist to make sure the lumpy duvet caressed you with its warmth, his fingertips cold against your toes. He unbuttons the top of his shirt, not realising his fingers were trembling, before moving over to the cupboard in the corner of the room to retrieve his favourite red tartan blanket, one you had bought him for Christmas. He throws it over your squirming form, before he collapses down onto the other side of the bed, his knees tucking next to yours as his heart begins to slow, content with the easiness of your breathing.The dim yellow light that emits from the lamp on his bedside table is just enough to allow him to gaze at you, love and devotion pouring out unmasked with every look as his heart swells. He raises his hand slowly to cup your cheek, his collar dragging against the blue stitch of the duvet, his thumb swirling slow and tender circles against the burn of your skin.

‘God, I love you so so much’, he says, with a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

[garbage-tozier]

stay - e.k. (part one)

prompt number: four - “i know you didn’t ask for this.”

fandom: it (eddie kaspbrak x reader)

rating: e for everyone

warnings: cheating?

word count: 3.7k

a/n: angst, but there’s fluff in between... there will be a part two to this so look out for that! also: y/n/n is your nick name, and the italics are flashbacks.

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"love, i was thinking we order out tonight," you greeted your husband, not looking up at him as you opened your house door. "i'm not really in the mood to-"

looking up for the first time since you'd entered, you saw your husband, naked on your couch, making with another woman. she, too, was unclothed, and couldn't of been much older than 20 or 21.

you felt numb. like you weren't connected to your own body. you heard an ear-splitting scream tumble from your lips, tears already overflowing from your eyes.

"y/n, wait, it's not-"

you stood there, horrified. you couldn't think. all you could do was grab your bag and run straight back out of the door.

you started up your car, barely able to see through your tears. you wiped your eyes enough that you could see, and started driving.

anywhere, you thought, would be better than where i am right now. that house. that man. you just needed to get away.

you let yourself drive, not paying attention to the specific roads you were taking. all that was taking up your focus at the moment was brushing away the tears welling in your eyes fast enough that you could see the road.

stopping at a red light, you realized where you were.

"can you believe it, eddie?" you squealed, shaking his arm. "we did it! we finally got away from that stupid ass town!"

"and the stupid ass clown that came with it," he added, making you giggle.

the two of you had had it all planned out since you were ten. it was just the kind of thing best friends did. planned to move in together when they got older? it was a common thing.

but, unlike most people, your and eddie's dream had actually come true.

"wow, look how gorgeous it is," you marveled, staring at the house you and eddie had bought.

"and it's ours," he smiled at you, looping his arm through yours.

you were perfectly on track to driving right back to that gorgeous house.

you and eddie had lived there together up until you got married off to another man, and moved in with your husband.

you didn't know if eddie still lived there, but it was worth a try. right now, all you needed was to cry on your best friend's shoulder.

and so you kept driving. right up until you saw that same lovely house again.

you pulled your car into the same place you and eddie had parked on that first night there, almost entirely forgetting about your husband's affair.

you grabbed your bag, locked your car, and started towards the front door.

you had your fist raised and ready, about to knock, when suddenly, you had second thoughts.

you hadn't seen eddie (or any of the other losers, for that matter) for years. who was to say he would still see you as his best friend? who was to say he'd even recognize you?

only one way to find out, you thought, knocking on the door three times.

"be there in a minute!" you heard eddie's voice ring out. just by hearing his voice, you were immediately filled with joy.

you heard a large crash, and a yelp. you couldn't help but laugh, remembering your friend's clumsy nature.

"sorry it took so long," said eddie, opening the door. "i walked into the..."

he suddenly stopped talking, taking in your face. tears appeared in your eyes again, but this time for a different reason.

"y/n?" he asked, a look of awe dawning his face. he reached out and cupped your cheek as you nodded.

you jumped onto him, encasing him in a bear hug. "oh, eddie, i missed you so much!"

he hugged you back, just as tightly. "i... i missed you too y/n," he said quietly.

the two of you stood like that, hugging in the front door, for a while. when you finally pulled away, eddie invited you in.

"sure," you laughed, wiping away your newer tears with your pointer finger. "i'd love to see what you've done with the place."

he chuckled nervously, letting you step over the threshold.

as you looked around your old house, you had to refrain from gagging. it looked like fourteen grandma's had vomited everywhere- and everything was shit brown.

"eddie, do you take constructive criticism?"

"no, but i do," you heard from somewhere else in the house.

a woman who bore a striking resemblance to sonia kaspbrak walked up to you.

she held out a stiff hand, and you shook it. "myra kaspbrak," she said coldly. she walked over to eddie, gripping his arm tightly. "eddie's wife,"

you tried your best to be polite, continuing to smile at the woman. "it's a pleasure to meet you," you said, glancing at eddie. he looked uncomfortable under her grip. "i'm y/n l/n," you said. you winced at your husbands last name, but tried not to   cry.

"myra, this is my old best friend from when i was younger," eddie told her. "she and i bought this house together,"

"did you?" myra laughed tartly, staring you down. you squirmed under her gaze, feeling as though you'd done something wrong.

"it was lovely meeting you, myra, but do you think i could talk to eddie privately for a moment?"

the hatred seeping from the woman's eyes now was undeniable. somehow, though, eddie couldn't see it.

"of course!" she said, almost as if you was speaking through gritted teeth. her expression scared you- to say the least.

you took eddie's other arm, leading him away from sonia- er, myra- taking him into a door that used to lead to a sitting area.

now, behind the door was an office, presumably eddie's, as you couldn't imagine myra working.

"what did you need to talk abo-" eddie asked you. but before he could finish you'd already broke down crying in his arms.

"i didn't want to say anything in front of your wife, but my husband cheated on me," you sobbed into eddie's shirt.

"you wanna talk about it?" eddie said softly. his arms were wrapped around your shoulders, your chin resting on one of his.

you nodded, pulling away from the hug. he sat on his desk, while you took the chair, and throughout the next few minutes, you told him everything you knew.

how you'd speculated a couple of times, but never truly investigated, out of trust. how today your boss's son had a dentist appointment, so you and your co-workers had all ben let off of work early. how you'd walked in on your husband and his mistress and turned around and walked right back out.

how you'd absentmindedly driven here.

you sniffled as you finished your story, staring down at the floor.

"wow," eddie said.

"yeah. wow," you mirrored him. suddenly, there was a loud pounding sound, and the door shook.

"hello? eddie-bear, you and that girl have been in there for a long time!"

eddie jumped up to open the door, and you moved to wipe away your tears.

"y/n was just telling me a story, myra,”

"hm," myra said, taking one look at your disheveled state. "must've been an awfully sad one,"

"oh my god, it was!" you squeaked in a mocking tone, dropping your mature attitude with the woman. "thanks for noticing, princess!"

myra looked utterly disgusted, but she walked away.

"it's getting dark out," you noted, pointing towards the deep midnight blue color of the sky outside eddie's window.

"yeah," he said, looking up. "where are you gonna sleep tonight?"

you hadn't thought of that. eddie was right, there was no way you were going to go back to the home you shared with that lying skank of a husband- at least not until it was absolutely necessary.

eddie, seeing that you didn't have an   answer, cut it again. "you can stay in your old room,"

you looked up at him. "it's still there?"

he smiled at you, putting his hand on top of yours. "the one room i wouldn't let myra touch when she remodeled."

"are you sure myra wouldn't have a problem with it?" you asked him, looking in the direction of the door.

"positive," he grinned at you, moving his hand off of yours to open the door. "some of the clothes you left behind might still be in there, too. though i don't know if you'd still be able to fit them,"

"hey!" you laughed, hitting him on the shoulder. "have i grown that much?"

"no!" he said, laughing too. "but come one, y/n we were twenty!"

"i'll show you!" you narrowed your eyes at him playfully, jumping up to run through the door.

eddie followed you as you ran through the living room, and started the staircase.

"going somewhere?" myra said from a chair.

the two of you stopped in your tracks, staring down at her.

"y/n wanted to see her old room," eddie smiled as his wife, gesturing up stairs. "collect some of the things she left behind."

"okay," the woman squinted at the two of you, giving you an especially rude stare.

you and eddie continued up the staircase, and into your bedroom.

you looked around in awe. "eddie... everything's exactly the same!"

he nodded, beaming at you. you walked over and opened your closet, to find all of your old clothes that you had deemed inappropriate for a married woman to wear.

"oh, this was my favorite shirt!" you pulled out a fuzzy sweater that had the words 'do i look like i give two fucks?' scrawled on the front, a drawing of a middle finger prominent in the middle of it all.

"i know," he laughed. "i had to convince you to take it off every day!"

"what?!" you grinned too, hugging the sweater close to your body. "it's warm!"

"it was fucking summer, y/n!"

"bah!" you yelled, hanging the sweater back up and collapsing onto your bed.

you stared around again, taking everything in. all your posters for everything you'd forgotten you'd loved. everything your husband had told you to forget about.

"ask myra if she would be fine with me staying here, just for tonight," you told eddie. "i know you said she would, but i don't want to intrude or anything,"

"you bought the house," eddie said offhandedly. "but, okay. i will."

he left your room closing the door behind you.

you had to know if it was still there. as soon as the door closed you sprang up, getting on your knees to look under your bed.

there sat a small wooden box, just where you'd put it the night you moved out.

your hands trembling, you reached out to grab it. you felt tears brimming in your eyes already. you held the box as you walked towards your dresser, opening the top drawer and retrieving the key you'd kept there.

you unlocked the box. inside, there was a small photograph: you were holding eddie's hand, and both of you had your arms raised up in triumph. the rest of your friends all stood around you, cheering, smiling and laughing.

that was the day you'd told the losers you'd saved enough money to get a house. they all called for a party.

that was the last time you'd seen them. the last time you'd all been truly happy together.

you shut the box and locked it again, trying not to break out into a sobbing fit again.

just as you were reimplacing the box, you heard something loud from down the stairs.

carefully, you slinked down the stairs, following eddie and myra's voices, which you could now hear clearly.

"myra, please," you heard eddie comforting the woman, who was wailing loudly.

"but eddie-bear!" she cried. "i don't want her here! this is my house too you know! she's been so mean to me ever since she came!"

"i'm sorry, darling," eddie said softly. the fact that he was taking her side in all of this infuriated you. it took all you had not to start yelling right then and there. "but y/n's husband cheated on her, she can't go home,"

myra sniffled loudly, in a way that could only be fake.

"she needs somewhere to stay," you heard eddie pleading.

you peeked over the side of the wall you were standing at, just long enough to see myra's entirely dry face as she continued to make crying sounds.

"just for tonight eddie-bear," she said. "then first thing in the morning she's gone,"

"i don't know about-"

"first thing!" she said, and you could hear footsteps coming in your direction.

you quickly hopped up the stairs, rushing back into your bedroom before anyone could catch you.

a moment later, eddie reappeared in your bedroom door. "she said yes!" he said excitedly, his eyes glowing.

 if he hadn't been your best friend, you would've tore him apart on the spot. "thanks, eddie," you said, standing up to hug him. "this means so so so much,"

 you pulled away and he smiled at you before closing your door.

 "oh, wait," he said, opening the door again. "the towels are in the same place, if you want to take a shower. i know you like doing it at night,"

 you nodded, thanking him as he walked back out. you couldn't believe he remembered. "good-night, eddie,"

 "good-night, y/n/n,"

 you did want to shower, actually, so you opened your closet searching for clothes to wear.

 as you surveyed everything you had left behind in your old room, you realized that it was all tour favorite clothes.

 everything you'd ever loved, your husband had pulled you away from.

 including eddie.

 it was then that you decided you wanted a divorce. during all of this, you'd been thinking of giving him a second chance, but now? that was out of the question. he hadn't even tried to call you when you left!

 you grabbed your sweater from earlier and a pair of sweatpants. your then-fiancè had convinced you that sweatpants were "in-elegant" and "not for my wife".

 you walked to the bathroom, with your clothes, and took a nice, hot shower. the burning water felt nice on your skin, and the towels eddie had bought since you were gone were so soft!

 you dressed yourself, then took your towel down to the laundry room. you walked back up to the bathroom, folding the clothes you had taken off and stashing them in your bag for the morning.

 you cleared your bed, laying down to go to sleep.

 the day had been so eventful, you thought, that there were only two ways your quest for sleep would end: you'd stay awake all night, thinking about what had happened, or you'd fall asleep instantly, tired out.

 your expectation had been the prior, but you were pleasantly surprised when reality turned towards the latter.

 you woke up the next morning, and were instantly reminded of why you weren't in your bed.

 "he doesn't deserve your tears, y/n," you mumbled to yourself. you got up to find something to wear, trying to push your husband out of your mind.

 you picked out a skirt, smiling to yourself as you remembered your first time (and last time) wearing it.

 you shot up it your bad, slamming the stop button on your alarm clock. you jumped up happily, grinning from ear to ear, and opened your closet.

you would finally get a chance to wear your new skirt!

you and your boyfriend were going out tonight, and you'd picked it especially for the occasion. you styled it with a red blouse and sneakers, letting your hair down loose.

you walked out of your room, bumping into eddie in the hallway. you elbowed him in the stomach. "hey dude," you grinned. "sleep well?"

"yeah," he smiled at you. "you look really nice. new skirt?" you beamed, nodding. "looks amazing."

you were off of work that day, so you lounged around the house for the hour or two you were waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up.

you were watching a reality tv show, and someone had just thrown a plate when your phone chimed.

"i'm here" the text from your boyfriend read. you grabbed your jacket, turned off the tv, and ran through the door.

"hey, babe," you yelled still grinning. he smiled at you from the front seat of his car.

"hey," his eyes traveled down to your skirt. "why are you wearing that? you look like a slut,"

you frowned when he said this, looking down. did you really? suddenly, you didn't feel so good about yourself anymore.

"you want me to go change really quick?"

"then we'll be late for the reservation. just tie your jacket around yourself and try not to let anyone see," you nodded, following his instructions before getting into the car with him.

you still remembered how much it had hurt you when he said that. you had picked the skirt out especially for him! needless to say, you never wore that skirt again.

until today that is.

as you jumped into the skirt, you felt a sense of confidence wash over you, just as it had the first day you'd worn it. you looked for the red blouse, but you couldn't find it. you must've taken it with you when you left 

you ended up pairing the skirt with a yellow t-shirt, and you'd been lucky enough to find the same sneakers.

you didn't exactly remember the context, but you were sure your husband had told you they were "raggedy" and "worn out". they were comfortable, though. and besides- you no longer cared what he thought.

fully dressed and feeling free, you stepped out of your old bedroom, to again, find eddie, just as you had the last time you had worn the skirt.

"hey! i remember that skirt," he said. you smiled at him, twirling around. "you only ever wore it once,"

"yeah," you said. "someone told me it looked bad,"

"i thought you were beautiful," he told you quietly, smiling softly. you looked up at him, the smile falling from your face. "and you still look great in it,"

now- in this circumstance, anyone else would've been flattered. and you were! you were... but you also felt sick. like you might throw up, right there.

you loved eddie.

and not in the best friend way; you loved all the losers like that. but right now, as you and eddie stood there in that hallway, smiling at each other, you loved him as something more.

you loved him like flowers love the spring rain that brings them to life. you loved him like a photograph loved the frame that held it secure.

and you wanted him to love you back.

that's why myra wants me to leave, you thought. it was all coming together now. myra had seen everything you had been to foolish to notice. you'd always loved eddie, and apparently it was painstakingly obvious to everyone but the two of you.

this entire time, you'd thought that myra's jealousy and hatred of you was all unwarranted, but now you understood.

"you okay, y/n/n?" eddie asked you, placing a hand on your shoulder. you composed yourself enough to smile at him and nod. had his eyes always held such depth?

"yeah," you managed. you cleared your throat. "i'm fine, eds,"

"okay," he smiled, taking the staircase.

you rushed back into your room. you had to find someone to house you, right then and there. no way were you spending another minute in the kaspbrak house.

you called everyone you could think of- work colleagues, friends from college, family members.

every single one of them turned you down.

by now, you were on the verge of a breakdown- all that was keeping you together was the tranquil still of your room, the sereneness of the silence that engulfed you.

immediately, as if a direct attempt to set you off, you heard a loud voice from downstairs.

it was undoubtedly myra and eddie fighting over your presence again. you stood up, throwing your phone into your bag. you'd sleep in your car if you had to, you decided. you weren't going to let yourself break their marriage any more than you already had.

you shoved what ever of your stuff you could fit in your purse, including the box you'd put your photo in.

you sighed as you looked around your room for one last time, before turning the lights off.

you walked down the staircase, holding your bag. eddie and myra were at the end of it, going at each other's throats.

"you- there she is! look, look at her! i want her gone, eddie-bear! gone! she's ruining our marriage!"

"i'm sorry for the pain i have caused you myra." you said, smiling at her. "i've found somewhere to stay, so i'm leaving,"

"wait!" eddie called for you as you walked towards the door. you stopped, spinning to face him. "y/n it's not your fault. i know you didn't ask for this. for any of this! and-"

"really, eddie?" myra sobbed, putting her head into her hands. "don't you care about my feelings? it's all her fault! no wonder her husband cheated on her," at this, you felt your cheeks redden as you tried your best to hold back the tears. "she ruined-"

"no, myra!" eddie was now facing his wife. "you ruined everything! you stressed me out, you put me on pills, and now you're driving my best friend away! i'm done, myra! i'm-"

you had snuck out of the door quietly, shutting it behind you. if myra and eddie continued to fight while you were gone, that was none of your business. but you would no longer be the cause of it.

you started towards your car, everything up in the air. you had no plan- you'd admittedly left in a bit of a rush. you had nowhere to go, barely any money, and no food. all you could do was hope for the best.

[nobody7102]

We Are Here

Paring: Eddie Kaspbrak x reader

Warnings: Slight abuse(physical and sexual), swearing, attempted suicide, fluff, bad spelling.

Word count: 2284 words

Request by @artlovingbre​

Prompt: I was wondering if you can do an Eddie Kaspbark x reader when they are at the hotel and Eddie was cleaning up after the leaper part at the pharmacy and the reader is in her room looking for something and Henry is in her room instead of Eddie’s and he tried to force himself on her and Richie, Eddie, Ben, and Benverly saves her. And Eddie comforts her in the end.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post this, I’ve been a little busy with school but I’m proud that I finally have this done. I altered it a little bit from the request, I hope you enjoy!

     The water of the shower could be heard through the thin walls of the hotel, and the smell of vomit wafted in the air though there was no vomit in Y/N’s room, there was however vomit in Eddie’s room next door. 

     Y/N had been lucky in getting her token, yes her quest for it was horrifying due to nearly getting trapped by your own mind. 

     That damn flower, your token had been in the form of a bundle of bloodroot. Given to you by your personal living hell Henry Bowers, after the losers club disbanded in 1989 Bowers had for some reason taken an interest in you, and thus for the last few weeks of summer you were his personal indentured servant. Doing whatever he wanted you to do, but the line in the sand held up when it came to anything illegal and sexual. He never got more than a makeout.

     In Derry the flower was only found near the river, so that’s where you went. From the other Loser’s standpoint they would have thought that Bowers was the challenge Pennywize made that you had to get past in order to get your token. But it was yourself.

     You watched yourself emerge from the river, and almost was pulled into the river itself. When she had gotten back from the river Eddie had met her outside of the hotel doors taking in each other's shaken state, and upon entering Beverly, Ben, Bill, and Mike could be found in the lounge all faces covered with terror as Richie stormed up to his room. No one bothered to ask why you smelled like a wet dog or why Eddie was covered in vomit simply because they knew getting a token was like going through hell.

      What the others didn’t know was that Eddie was the only one who knew about what happened between Y/N and Bowers that summer and he made sure to let you get away from everyone else first knowing you’d be shaken up the worst of the two. Eddie was her rock, and the only girl in Derry that Mrs. Kaspbrak trusted to be alone with her little Eddie-kins. When Y/N wasn’t with Bowers when the losers temporarily disbanded, she was with Eddie calming him over his health worries, him helping her deal with Henry, the two just worked together. And everyone of the losers knew it..

     So here there Y/N sat, water dripping from Y/H/C hair as she tried to calm her racing thoughts. 

     Walking along the bank Y/N watched were the sand met the grass and a tree, that was were she’d find her token. 

     “You know you’ll just end up going back to him” The voice sounded familiar but she couldn’t pinpoint who it was. Nonetheless she continued to walk. 

      “You’ve been his and always will be. Did you really think you could get rid of him by leaving” Looking to the water there stood Y/N, but not Y/N….. another Y/N. Dripping water, lips blue and skin sunk in and her hand outstretched to the Y/N standing on the sandbank.

     Moving to sit father back on the bed Y/N retreated under the blankets, burrowing into them. Closing her eyes and thinking of being back at her apartment ...being wrapped up in a blanket on the couch with Eddie reading a book or just talking. 

     You two were a bit more lucky than the rest of the losers. After you all went off to college and forgot your horrid childhood in Derry, you and Eddie had the luck of meeting at a college party. Since then you and he had been inseparable. He helped you through your time looking for a job and an apartment. You helped him through his divorce with Myra, and long story short you two had already kind of reconnected, became roommates, and needless to say when you and Eddie both got the call from Mike about coming back to Derry, both of you were absolutely terrified. 

     Feeling a shift in weight on the bed, with her eyes still closes Y/N rolled into her side feeling a hand rest on her face. 

     “Eddie?....could you maybe dry off from your shower then do that.”

     “That freak wishes he was me”

     The hand went to your throat and your eyes shot open. Ladies and Gentlemen the one and only Henry Fucking Bowers. 

     “Miss me baby?” A shit eating grin came upon him. 

     Running of the water filled the air as the Y/N from the watery grave stood at the edge of the bank holding a hand out to Y/N. 

     “You know he won’t go away. He will never go away.”

     “...N-no..” she forced herself to speak, “he is locked away, he is in the mental facility….he….he is gone.” 

     “We both know that’s a lie Y/N” water dripped down her face “...and we both know how this’ll end… He will never be gone…..you know what we have to do, do what Mom did. What Stan did… you know its what we have to do.” the watery Y/N backed away submerging herself into the water once again before her head disappeared below the water.

     Y/N slowly made her way over to the water and began to walk in, she knew she shouldn’t but… the memories that came flooding back…. Memories that not even Eddie or derry knew of.

      In his other hand he held a knife gliding it along her cheek “Because I missed you” he dragged it closer to her mouth “I want you to know that I forgive you for that summer baby…..and if you scream” he leaned down to her ear “I’ll do what I should have done 27 years ago.” licking the shell of her ear Bowers slowly moved himself to stand and moved the knife to her abdomen. 

      Looking to the night stand he noticed the flowers

     “I want you to strip baby.... Just like the old days”

     “I didn’t give you jack shit in the old days.” Y/N spat sitting up.

     “Thats what you think baby. But if I rem-” a knock came to the door, “You keep your fucken mouth suck you whore.” digging the knife further into her abdomen but not enough to draw blood. Another knock came. 

     “Y/N, we were all gonna order a pizza.” 

     It was Bev, regardless of what he heard Bowers kept all his attention on Y/N. mumble came from the hall as the conversation about food for the night continued.

     “What did she say?” Ben, he was wise enough to know that Y/N would say something if they interrupted her sleep… he remembered that right?

     “I don’t know, she hasn’t said anything” 

     “She’s probably asleep.”

     No! Come on Ben she yelled at you for waking her up one time after she gave you a warning.

     “Fuckers why haven’t we ordered pizza, is Eddie being picky about having to share?”

     Richie, finally someone who would barge into her room. 

      “Eddie Spaghetti! We are having pizza get over it!” he banded on Eddie’s door, 

     “Fuck-face I have no issue with pizza, they’re waiting for Y/N”

     “Oh...has she given you a warning?”

     Bowers glared daggers at Y/N mouthing “what warning?”

     “This!” she quickly backed away from the knife, grabbing the lamp off of the nightstand on the other side of the bed. Throwing it at him.

     By now everyone outside had heard the lamp being thrown, and shouts of concern filled the air as they rammed the door. 

     “You little whore!” Henry shouted nearly avoiding the lamp. Charging over to the other side of the bed Y/N scrambled trying to get to the bathroom. Catching her arm, Bowers yanked her backwards as the door finally was forced open. 

     Holding the knife back to her abdomen he turned her towards the losers. 

      “Move and the bitch dies.” 

     Bev, Ben and Richie all slowly put their hands up but Eddie tried to make his way over to Y/N and Bowers. 

     “Take one more step and see what happens! I dare you!”

     Water up to her shoulders, tears streaming down her face thoughts flowed through her head and the thought of Eddie… she hadn’t told him how she felt… that she loved him, that she had loved him since childhood, that she fell in love with him again after they had met in college, that coming back to Derry had made all those feelings stronger. Forcing her feet to move back towards land Y/N Felt hands on her shoulders as a force shoved her head below the water. 

     Arms flailing about as the water became a muck with bubbles and dirt she tried forcing herself upwards but the force held her in the same spot. Suddenly everything started to go dark her flailing became weaker and her eyes slowly started to shut. 

     “Eddie plea-”

     “Not another word out of you!” The knife went back into her side, this time drawing a little blood. “Look at all of you, weak. Pathetic.” 

     “Have you seen yourself? You still have that same fucken mullet, it been like fifty yea-”

 “SHUT UP! Shut up germ freak, or your little whore here dies.” 

     If looks could kill Eddie would have just committed over-kill. Fist forming, eyes wide, yet his feet didn’t move knowing the risk of that could happen.

     “Here’s what we’re gonna do fucktards, All of you are gonna go into the next room, and I’m gonna take what’s mine and go back to the barnes. If any of you try anything I will gut her right here righ no-” CLANK! 

     Henry’s grip on Y/N loosened she bolted over to Eddie collapsing into his arms tears streaming down her face..

      Henry had fallen to the ground unconscious as Bill stood over him, the back lid of the toilet in his hands. 

     “Woah Big Bill! How the fuck did you get into the bathroom?!” Richie slowly staggered over to Bowers and Bill, taking the knife out of Bower’s hand. 

     “T-turns out c-limbing in a win-w-window isn’t that h-h-hard.” he dropped the porcelain lid.

     Feeling the weight leave her shoulders she felt someone pull her up from the water. Hearing a voice she thought been dead.

     “Come on Y/N, You know Eddie’s gonna kick your ass. It’s not your time! You’re not meant to be here yet!”

     Groaning feeling the rocks of the sandbank the voice continued. 

     “That’s it Y/N, wake up! You still have to get the flower. Come on I believe in you! Besides you need to tell Eddie, we both know you need to tell him.”

     “Stan?..” Slowly opening her eyes she glanced around before sitting up.

     She was alone. Yet she knew Stan had been there… she felt his presence, had…..had he saved her?

     Seated on the couch in front of the fireplace of the hotel Y/N and Eddie sat next to one and other, Eddie had wrapped a blanket around Y/N he continued a conversation will her trying to take her mind off of what had just happened. This wasn’t the first time Eddie’s had to distract Y/N from having a panic attack, but this was the first time it was after a life or death situation so the steaks were a little higher. 

     “So you think Stan saved you?”

     “I swear to god it was his voice Eddie…..and he…… he pulled me from the water” Y/N had pulled the blanket tighter around herself. “.... he told me it wasn’t my time, and that I-....” she stopped herself taking a breath debating whether she truly wanted to open this door.

     “Hey. You know you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to… we’ve known and lived together long enough for you to know that I’m not gonna push you to say anything.” he took her hand in his. 

     “I know…. But if I don't say this now I don’t think I’ll ever do it… and god I need to say this.” Y/N let out a sigh moving to more face Eddie, squeezing his hand a bit.

     “Eddie… we both know that the relationship that we had as kids was a bit…..”

     “Different” he chimed in chuckling

     She smiled “Yes. Different…. I don’t know if its because we just spent too much time together as kids or because you were there for me when Bowers was my living hell…” she paused taking a breath. “Eddie…. I-......I loved you, I have science middle school and i don’t know how I forgot but after we found each other again in college…. Everything, all of my feelings for you were amplified. And coming back here” she looked at their intertwined hands “It was like opening the floodgates. And Stan was right… I needed to tell you this..” 

     “Oh thank god” Eddie let out a sign squeezing Y/N’s hand back “....Stan would always tell me in high school ‘come on man just tell Y/N how you feel’.... And I never thought anything would happen from it…. Looks like I was wrong… and like you said coming back just heightened everything…...then when I saw Bowers I-...I was terrified, but we’re here and he is gone, far far gone, and I swear to you Y/N I won’t ever let that happen… but we are here and…..and that’s enough right now because I love you and that’s all that matters.”

     Y/N looked up form their hands seeing the smiling Kaspbrak. Moving closer to him she rested her head on Eddie’s shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist. A soft humm came from the two as he kissed her forehead, not long after that the two passed out on the couch in front of the fire. And they were there. Together in their own little bubble for the time being.

[mrs-eddie-k]

Eddie Kaspbrak You what? (OneShot)

MORE COMING SOON

[moonlighttheravenqueen]

It's in the past / 2019! Eddie kaspbrak x pregnant reader

Wow I'm throwing another eddie story yay😂 my next one will be of stan!

Warning : sad but so much cute it'll kill you! And spoilers from it chapter 2!

I saw eddie, my eddie kill the clown that's been waiting for us for 27 years. I started running to him,

"Honey! I did it! I think I did it for re-" pennywise stabs before I can even get to him. ".........Y/N...." He said with the blood pouring from his mouth.

"E-E-EDDIE!!!" I tried running but Richie grabbed me, pennywise used his claw and threw his body, I managed to break free and go to Eddie's body. I took his hand,

"It's okay! We're gonna get you out of here!" I said trying to move him but the blood was leaving his body even if you move him a little bit, I kissed him and cried so much that I started feeling my heart breaking piece by piece.

"Y/N.....I......I..love.....you..." He managed to get out, his head feel to the side and I knew he stopped breathing. "EDDIE DON'T LEAVE ME!" I tried picking him up but Ben took my hand and we ran out of the house, I wanted to die in there with him, "NO!!!!"

"Y/N WAKE UP!" Eddie yelled, waking me up, I started hyperventilating and Eddie pulls into his chest, "Baby, it's not real, we killed him and it's over. I really need you to breathe"

"I saw you.....die!"

"Sweetheart, I need you to breathe, you'll stress out the baby." He rubbed my stomach slowly as my breathing started slowing down. "I'm sorry I woke you up, it just felt so real"

"I have them too"

"Since when? The last time I've seen you have a nightmare, you were dreaming about someone using the bathroom and they didn't wash their hands and they touched you"

"I only told Richie that! How do you know about that!?" I started laughing, "Richie always tells me you're secrets when I'm bored." He laughed too.

The baby kicks my right side, "I guess my baby girl thinks it's funny like her momma huh?" He said kissing my stomach.

"I was thinking of some names for the baby and I thought, why not name her London?"

"I love it!" He kissed me. But the thought of that dream came back into my mind. What if I really lost Eddie? How would life be with our baby girl not having him?

"Honey are you okay because I'm gonna call 911." I put his phone down, "I just need to go get something to drink." I got up but Eddie had to help me up because standing up as become my enemy.

"So I checked the book and it says that you should take deep breaths"

"Eddie I told you, reading from the book isn't gonna help with the way my hormones are so the only person who should be breathing in and out is you." I kissed his cheek, walking back to our bedroom. Eddie Laid his head on my stomach,

"Hey baby girl, I just want you to know that no matter what happens, I'll be there. So go easy on momma so she can sleep and then before you know it, you'll be in our arms. Y/N singing to sleep every night and me, reading you stories. When I first found out that Y/N was pregnant I fainted, literally, but I was so excited! You have amazing aunt and uncle's who will protect you and love you. I promised on my life that you'll never have the life that I had growing up."

I started crying from seeing how much he loves her already.

"Your mother is the most confident and caring and kind and loving and just down right beautiful, she and I will treat you like a princess that you already are, so goodnight baby girl." He pulled me close to him with his hand wrapped around my belly.

"What did I do to deserve you Eddie?"

"I asked that same question all the time, ever since we were young I've loved you and I was always too scared to say it until we were 16, and from that day I knew you were gonna be my wife and the mother of my children"

"I love you eddie kaspbrak"

"And I love you Y/N kaspbrak."

We fall asleep just like that because, I knew I was safe with him and that he really really loves me and I really really love him back.

[faestadurmiendo]

James -daddy- Ransone lockscreens 🍭💗

[random-imagines-blog]

On It {James Ransone x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: @h-a-j-i-m-e-ru​ Wordcount: 2048 Summary: An unexpected storm puts a halt to your roadtrip with James.

Since everyone was saying that It Chapter 2 was going to be a huge success, James had suggested that the two of you go on the trip that you’ve been talking about since your school days together. It had been something that you started to plan after learning more about the country in Geography class, and saw things in your textbooks such as the Grand Canyon, The Statue of Liberty, Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Now was the perfect time to do it. With the movie finished filming, reshoots already completed, he had the time before he would have to do the press junkets, and before his face would be as out there for the world to see. The last thing either of you needed was people interrupting your road trip around America, begging for selfies and autographs. He loved the attention that he got when his work was recognized, of course, but this was more about making memories with you, his favorite person in the world, than advertising his career.

“Is that rain?” You asked, on the third day of the adventure.

“Worried about a little bit of water?” James joked, though the skies ahead were starting to look ominous. You both were just now leaving New York City, having started off there by seeing the Lady Liberty herself, and taking in Times Square where James was able to remain anonymous. He let out a deep breath as you gave him a glare, and focused on making the correct turn to get to Connecticut. “Because we’re going to be there in just a couple of hours, and that’s if traffic is bad.”

You were tapping on your phone, looking at upcoming weather forecasts and winced at what you were seeing. James kept glancing over at you, growing worried since you weren’t saying anything in response. Nothing was coming out of your mouth except for little winces and then a groan, so he just turned up the radio which was playing an obnoxious pop song.

You finally turned it down after the commericals started. “James, I think we should stay in Connecticut instead of continuing onto Rhode Island today. What the weather apps are telling me is honestly pretty frightening. I’ve been searching up hotels too, and I found us a deal on a room in a bed and breakfast, is that okay?” As he was doing the majority of the driving on this trip, even though you had offered to do your fair share, you wanted to make sure this was alright with him before going ahead and booking it.

“Now that’s another day to add onto this trip,” James grumbled, but he instantly regretted it when he saw the look on your face. “Which is wonderful?” He added, but your look of disappointment didn’t change. “Sorry, you just know how I like to stick to my schedules.”

“You want to drive through a storm, that’s fine with me. For some reason, I thought being courteous here was the right thing to do,” You huffed, folding your arms in front of you. It was clear that being in the same car as James for so long was beginning to irritate you, and even more so was the fact that he didn’t seem to be bothered much at all.

During the drive though, the rain started to fall. It was in big fat drops at first, and you looked at James with an ‘I told you so’ expression. But James gave you the same smug look and pointed in the backseat of his car where, along with some trash from fast food places, souvenirs and your suitcases, there was an umbrella for the two of you to use while you looked around the city. You rolled your eyes and brought your phone out again, deciding at the very least you were going to book the bed and breakfast for you, since you weren’t crazy enough to go through a storm, even if you weren’t the one driving.

And, of course, the rain didn’t let up as you crossed state lines. “You’d better drop the bravado act, this is getting bad, James.” The fact that as soon as you said that, thunder rumbled throughout the sky and the rain started to fall harder and harder until it was getting tough to see, helped your cause. You weren’t setting out to piss off James, you just wanted the both of you to be safe, even if that meant going off schedule a little bit.

When you reached the city of Hartwood Connecticut, James finally gave in and asked you the directions to the bed and breakfast. “Y/N, you win, we’ll stay the night.” He sighed, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as he tried to make out the street signs. You read off the directions, refraining from saying anything that might bother him further. The trip into the city became more about safe driving than sightseeing. You managed to steer James in the right direction and the car pulled up to an old house, three stories high, that would look cheerful on a sunny day but looked drab in the gray.

You started to shuffle through your stuff in the back seat, looking for your overnight bag that you used the day before. Over your shoulder, you noticed that James had turned off the car and was preparing to run out. “Don’t forget the umbrella,” You said, grabbing it and handed it over. Once he had it, he was out of the car and into the rain, circling around the car instead of running straight up to the door like you had half-expected.

“It’s freezing!” James announced as he opened your door for you, shivering beneath the umbrella.

“Oh James, let’s hurry then. Here, take this.” He took his bag from your arms and awkwardly held it and the umbrella and tried to keep it over you as you got out with your own bag. You noticed that he hadn’t pulled the umbrella out quick enough when he stepped out of the car, and the top of his head was damp from the rain. You wanted to stop for a second and admire how adorable he looked with his short hair plastered to his forehead, but he was right - the weather put a chill up your spine.

As luck would have it, it was a slow season for the Bed and Breakfast, and they had your room available immediately. Essentially, you would have to be out very early in the morning, but that wasn’t a problem with how tight James wanted to stick to the schedule. He smiled at you as he was handed the room key, grateful for your insistence. You knew that he wasn’t the type to say anything such as how wrong he was and how right you were, but you could see it in his eyes that he felt that way.

“Don’t look at me like that,” He chuckled as you both went up the stairs to the third floor where your room was. Smiling, you pretended that you had no idea what he was talking about.

The room looked as cozy as a picture, with floral bedding, home-made looking furniture, prints of artwork that could probably be seen in every bed and breakfast around the world as if they had a store just for that, and a small TV mounted on the dresser. James put his damp bag on the circular rug that went part-way under the bed and headed to the window to look out at the car. When you came up behind him, you could smell the rain on his clothes, despite the fact that he had barely been caught in it. You put your arms around him from behind and pressed your head to the space between his shoulderblades.  

“Once we unpack a bit, I promise I’ll make it up to you,” You told him, nuzzling him gently.

“First thing in the morning, we’re out of here,” He said, offering that as a compromise to staying here for the night rather than the original hotel in the next city. You nodded and let go of him and took a couple of steps back.

“You’re right, we should go early,” You sighed, not looking forward to waking up at the crack of dawn. His smile was reflected in the windowpane so you could see it. James had a lovely smile, and you felt that you didn’t see it often enough. “So I’m going to go and take a shower now, rather than wait for later. Do you want to join?” You asked the last question with a cheeky wink as he turned around.

“How? If the bed is this tiny, I can’t imagine what the shared bathrooms are like.” He said, making you laugh. You shrugged at his question, rummaging through your bag for your pajamas since it seemed like you two would just be staying in for the rest of the day.

“I guess I’m just going to have to find out.” James gave a nod, and sat on the end of the bed, picking up the remote and turned on the small TV. The door closed behind you, but he didn’t get up to turn the lock. He just fell back onto the bed, his head landing on the pillow. Because of the force, he supposed, a couple of feathers came loose from the inside of the case and tickled at his ear. You usually enjoyed nice long showers, so he knew not to expect you back too soon. For a little while, he played with the feather, and thought about this road trip that you two had been having.

Honestly, he had been excited about it since you brought up the prospect when the both of you were younger, before his acting career, before you got busy with yours. He thought about it when he got his driver’s license in the hope that he would be driving the two of you around sooner rather than later. As he picked up the feather and let it free fall once more, he frowned, thinking about how he had acted earlier to you. You didn’t deserve it - you didn’t control the weather.

He snapped up into a sitting position and looked around to try to find something to woo you with. The TV was playing an old episode of Happy Days, and that was extremely far from romantic. There were no flowers, no little chocolates, not even a coffee pot in the room, it was as simple as he could imagine. Something Eddie might live in, though his room would have medication bottles on every surface, he thought. As he thought this, he smiled, thinking that he had been really lucky to land the role, and it had been thanks to you. You were the Stephen King fan, you had goaded him into reading the book, which made him want to try out for the role. You really were the biggest part of his life.

James wasn’t able to find anything that he could use to woo you, so he laid back on the bed, once again playing with the feather until you came back into the room, hair damp against your head, skin slightly red-tone from the warm water. As he watched you come in, he sat up slowly, the feather sticking to the side of his head without his realization. So when you looked back at him, you had to stifle your laughter, sticking to a grin instead.

“Do you forgive me for being a grumpy jackass?” He asked, a nervous smile playing at the corner of his lips. You, wearing your cutest pair of pajamas, climbed onto the bed beside him, and blew the feather out of his hair. It flew up, but then landed right down on his lap, as if it didn’t want to leave him, which was pretty amusing.

“I guess so, chicken boy,” You giggled, picking up the feather and tickled his chin with it.

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I just posted the first It one shot.

Here it is!

https://my.w.tt/pAB927h52Z

It's a James Ransone x reader one. You can request what you want me to do next.

[siempre-pedro]

James Ransone N S F W Alphabet

18 + ONLY 

DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNDERAGE. or james lurking on this hellhole

A=Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

James is very cuddly after sex, he loves to take you in his arms and hold you tight. Your chest pressed against his and your legs intertwined, he tells you how amazing you were and how much he loves you.

B=Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

Lips. James adores your lips, the way they form around his cock so perfectly and graze over the sensitive head. You love when he pins you against the wall and swipes his thumb over your lips, smirking down at you, knowing you were in for a long night

C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He loves to cum on you. Everywhere. What gets him the most excited is when you let him cum in your mouth “Show me, Princess. Show me what Daddy gave you,” he commands, holding your jaw tightly with his fingertips. You slowly open, the warm cum coating your pink tongue “That’s my good girl.”

D=Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He secretly loves when you beg. He’ll have his hands on your hips as you relentlessly ride the hell out of him. “James,” you moan, “please let me cum.” Your begging brings music to his ears and his orgasm closer.

“What do you want Love?”

“I want to cum all over your cock, Please. Please, James.”

E= Experience (How experienced are they?)

Hella.

F= Favorite Position

Cowgirl/Reverse Cowgirl. It turns him on to watch your body, easy access to touch anywhere he pleases. It also lets him be close to you when he cradles you while you ride.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

You two often have lazy morning sex that’s filled with romance and giggles, just wanting to make each other smile and feel good.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Hair but he grooms it. He loves shoving your face down on his dick, your nose pressed against the short pubic hair as you gag.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

James is very romantic! He pulls out all the stops especially on special occasions, he’s there for your pleasure!

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

James loves to send you videos of him jacking off while he’s away filming, so much so that you have to keep a secret folder to hide all of them in.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He gets off on the stranger fantasy, you secretly like it too. Taking a whole night to go off to the bar and let men come up and flirt with you while James stands in the back nursing a drink. Your arm would brush against the strangers and you’d make eye contact with your husband the entire time. “Is this man bothering you Miss?” James would ask as he approached you.

You shake your head “No, we’re just talking.”

James sticks out his hand “I’m James.”

“Y/N?”

“Let me buy you a drink?” You accept and take his arm letting him lead you to the bar. The bartender would flirt with him and you’d sit back at watch it happen. Until the girl leaned forward nonchalantly showing off her boobs.

It wasn’t long before he’s fucking you in the bathroom, your back pressed against the door so no one could come in. “Don’t forget who you belong to,” he growls, reaching for your neck only to expose his hold wedding band on a chain around his neck. You roll your eyes and pull out a thin silver chain with your ring on it.

“Don’t you forget,” you mocked with a sly smirk.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

in the car, in the bed, shower, kitchen, fuck even a pool! 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It turns him on when you touch him ever so subtly, your knee brushing against his crotch when you would sit on the counter every morning for coffee. Your fingers grazing his ass when you’re on the red carpet together.  

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that would bring you unwanted pain, he loves to be rough but he has his limits, he can’t stand the thought of you in pain especially when sex should be all about pleasure. He also hates the rape fantasy, he can’t do it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Don’t get me wrong, James would love to go down on you all day, but your blowjobs are out of this world. He always wants your mouth on his dick. The man has a talented tongue.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

ROUGH. James loves pinning you down, commanding you, the whole nine yards. He wants you panting and begging for more, and if you’re lucky you won’t be able to walk properly for a week. You’ll have to make up excuses for the bruises on your body.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies only when you have to! He loves proper sex, it’s more fulfilling.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

James likes to push the boundaries! Especially when it comes to public sex, one time he made you ride in in the back seat in a full parking lot “Keep a lookout, Baby. You don’t want them to see your tits bouncing. Fuck. If only they could see your pretty pussy on my cock.”

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

HE CAN GO ALL DAY!

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Maybe not toys but he loves rope. He likes when you tie him up and he loves tying you to the bed, vibrator inside you. He’ll leave you there for a good while.

When you’re out for a special event his tie is his favorite tool. When you get out of the car you don’t notice him take it off until he forcefully grabs your wrists and pin them behind your back. He tightly wraps the satin tie around your clasped hands “If only the neighbors could see you like this,” he laughs lowly, opening the front door.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

James is the king of teasing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s pretty loud in bed! He loves to tell you how good you are and how good you make him feel. His dirty talk is on point

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves easy access clothing, bras that clasp in the front are his favorite. “James! That was a good shirt!” you gasp as he rips your blouse open. He growls in pleasure when he sees that you wore the black lacy bra he likes. Reaching forward, he unclasps the bra and helps guide it down your arms

“I’ll buy you another one.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I’ve chosen to skip this one.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

The man craves sex, a healthy amount.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He has a lot of energy afterwards! He’s down for watching a movie or conspiracy theory documentaries with you until you fall asleep cuddled up next to him.