#no she wasnt reddie

[tht0nesimp]

Yandere! Reddie X reader

TW: kidnapping, graphic murder, eddie is like kind of soft, richie is the biggest asshole ever, manipulation, cursing, reader doesnt know them, mention of humping, VERY VERY CLOSE TO SMUT

You walked down to the clubs secret hangout area "hello?" you called out to the endless night of forest and bugs

You found the entrance, climbing down the old latter slowly as to not trip. You felt a wet substance meet the bottom of your sandals, reaching down to inspect the strange and unfamiliar liquid was stopped by the smell giving it away, metal, It invaded your nose and you took a step back to be met with a chest

This was it, it had to be pennywise, He had finally gotten to you? or maybe it was pure coincidence

You went to look behind you but your wrists were locked by large hands and a light faintly clicked, the brightness was blinding to your blurry eyes that were beginning to flow with tears

but it wasnt pennywise, it was richie, with small amounts of blood covering his thin arms. Your boyfriend layed on the floor in the damp liquid that continued to wet the floor and seep through the cracks of the molding wood

"W-WHAT DID YOU DO?" you were loud, and a hand covered your mouth in a swift motion "shhh, thats no way to talk as a captive" you were sobbing at the point of realizing the man behind you was eddie, the same man who was holding your wrists, threatening to snap them in your compromised position

"hmm? all those nights i spent sneaking in your room,.." richie spoke as he poked the corpse with his pointer finger "i was so angry i could have killed you then and there, when you met this piece of shit" you thrashed and fought to no avail, almost as if to remove the situiation in its entirety, to be somewhere where there wasnt blood soaking your shoes or your two best friends taunting you over your now dead, at their hands, boyfriend who was now lifeless infront of you

"but your a creep too, we know what you did" you memories flashed back to the incident, you thought of all the times you humped their pillows desperately trying to pretend it was them instead of the white piece of cotton and cloth

"please, no, i didnt- i" eddie leans in close to your ear to whisper slowly, his words rattling your brain, "dont lie" he sounded almost angry with his words that met your very soul

"but i bet theres other things you did hmm? tell us darling" eddie lets go of your wrists and you fall to the floor in a desperate sob "NO- i mean... i just-" you were stuck between the two until eddie slowly kneeled down to the ground

"we"re not mad, but we will be" he seemed strict on the last part and you desperately rattled your brain for an occurrence you could tell them, you couldnt, the shame was masking over the fear of the knife richie had in his hand

"when...sometimes" eddie leans your head back "address it to him, he deserves to know right?" you gasp and twiddle your fingers before sighing "when i was at the sleep overs..-with them-" you gently pointed at the two "i would take their toothbrushes and id- i would use them" richie scoffs "thats weak youve done something worse i bet" you sniffle and wipe your burning eyes "and..beverly had things that she gave me cuz i dunno and.." you look down at the cold concrete ground "i would use them and pretend they were them" richie kneels down "that why you never fucked this asshole?" eddie leans the lifeless corpeses head up "we got him here cuz he thought you were gonna let him pop yer cherry.. too bad you were thinking about us hmm?" you nod

Richie kicks the corpse off the old mattress and pushes you on the old springy cloth. "The rest of the club said we should wait, till he broke up with you, but i just couldnt wait"

"we all love you. And we WILL kill anyone you try to get close to"

[no-she-wasnt-reddie]

While We Were Sleeping

I wrote this fic based on this post here from @cosersllub, who graciously let me use their post to inspire this fic.

Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

Word count: 4327

There is a lot of internal dialog in this fic, so in order to keep track of whose thoughts are whose, I’ve put Eddie’s thoughts in blue and Richie’s thought in red. 

This is the first fic I’ve written in a very long time, and it’s my first Reddie fic ever. So please leave any constructive criticism you might have for me and if you want more writing, send me some requests! Thanks! xx

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Instead of going out with his friends at the carnival, Richie is holed up in his room on a Friday night, sitting at his desk listening to records and painting his nails black. Well, painting might be a bit of a stretch. He is coloring in the nails on his left hand with a black Sharpie marker because Beverly isn’t here to use real nail polish. He hates being alone, but he also did not want to be with his friends tonight, especially with him. Richie turns up the volume on his record player in an attempt to drown out the sound of his own thoughts. Stop thinking about him like that, Rich. He is your best friend, nothing more. He is only your best friend. He has been repeating the same words in head over and over all night, but it is not stopping thoughts of Eddie laughing at one of his stupid jokes, with his eyes shining and his nose scrunched and his mouth upturned in the cutest smile. Stop it, Richie. He is only your friend. Eddie is your friend. He shakes his head, as if he is trying to literally shake the thought from his mind. He focuses back on his nails, trying desperately not to let his ADHD-riddled mind take him back to places where it shouldn’t go.

Eddie hates his mother. After going the carnival with his friends and being bummed that Richie wasn’t there, he biked home as quickly as possible. He had hung around for a little longer than he had been planning to, just to see if he might show up eventually. He asked everyone if Richie had mentioned that he wouldn’t be coming, but they all shook their heads. Something must be up. Richie always lets us know if he isn’t going to make it to hang out. He had planned on stopping by Richie’s on his way home, but he didn’t realize what time it was. Ugh, Mommy is gonna kill me. Eddie got home a little after nine, which is when he said he would actually be home. He tried to be as quiet as possible when he came in the front door, but his mother was standing right in the entry way, ready to give him more than a stern talking-to. While Sonia never physically hit Eddie, her words sure packed a punch—of guilt. She went on and on about how he could have been dead in a ditch for all she knew, and he was lucky she didn’t get the police involved, and blah, blah, blah. Over the years, Eddie had learned how to tune his mother out for the most part. After finding out that his medications were placebos and his mother had been faking his illnesses, she lost a bit of her hold on Eddie; he wouldn’t be so easily controlled. Even after all of that, however, there was still a part of Eddie that wanted to make his mother happy, wanted to ease her worries. So he continued to take the medications, on the condition that she let him hang out with his friends and never say another bad thing about them. This was proving to be difficult as she brought up Richie in her rant, which effectively snapped Eddie out of his thoughts. “…And that Tozier boy is trouble; he is probably the reason you are out past your curfew.” A rush of anger flared up in Eddie. “He wasn’t even out with us tonight! You can’t blame Richie for everything!” At this, Eddie turned and stomped up the stairs, making a show of things by slamming his door shut. His mother called up after him, but Eddie ignored her. I need to get out of here.

Richie is just finishing the nails on his left hand when he hears a small tapping sound. He looks around the room and doesn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, so he returns his focus to his nails. Then, he hears a louder knocking, right on his first-story window. He turns down his music and looks over to see the one person he is trying not to think about. Eddie is standing outside his window with a backpack slung over his shoulder, and he waves and gestures for Richie to let him in. Richie’s heart starts beating faster in his chest. He is your best friend, Richie. Eddie is just your best friend. Your very cute best friend. Ugh Richie, you are hopeless. Richie walks over to the window and slides it open. Eddie smiles up at him, “Hey Rich, where were you tonight? I missed you!” I really did miss you, Rich. Like a lot. Richie’s heart jumps into this throat. Stop it. Richie clears his throat before saying, “Yeah I just wasn’t feeling up to going to the carnival tonight.” He tries to keep his eyes on Eddie, but they keep averting to the floor. Eddie looks up at Richie with confusion, trying to decipher the look on his face. Something is definitely going on with Richie. He hasn’t been this quiet since… well I don’t think he’s ever been this quiet. Maybe something happened? Why does he have to be here, looking all cute and saying he missed me? Why is this feeling physically hurting me?

“Umm, Rich, can you help me up?” Richie snaps out of his thoughts and scrambles to pull Eddie in. “Yeah, sorry Eds.” Richie sticks out his hand, “Here, I’ll pull you in.” Eddie reaches to grab Richie’s hand, which causes a jolt to shoot up Richie’s arm. I wish I could hold his hand for real. Great, I can’t even touch him without these stupid thoughts invading my mind. Eddie plants his foot wrong on the window frame, slipping and falling into the room. Richie tries to catch him, but he ends up losing his own balance, so they fall to the floor together. Eddie lands on Richie with an oof, their limbs a tangled mess. Oops my bad. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Eddie starts laughing and scrambles up from the ground, reaching a hand out to help Richie up. Richie turns a light shade of pink as he takes his hand, standing up and laughing awkwardly, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck.

Eddie brushes his clothes off and straightens out his fanny pack as his eyes sweep Richie’s room. It still the organized mess it always is, with records in large stacks next to his desk, which is covered in papers, and comics strewn across the floor. This feels familiar to him, even though the look Richie is giving him is something entirely new. Eddie looks back to meet Richie’s eyes, but he quickly looks away. Shit, way to be obvious, dumbass. Eddie clears his throat as he walks over to Richie’s desk. “So what have you been up to tonight, man? You ditched us to hang out with your rock albums?” Maybe if I can get under his skin he will stop acting so weird. Richie laughs a laugh that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “Yeah, better than seeing your ugly mug,” Richie says with a smirk. There, maybe if I call him ugly, he won’t figure out how cute I think he is. Some unknown tension lessens as Eddie laughs back. Okay, this is my Richie.

“So really, what have you been doing all night?” Richie shrugs and lifts up his left hand to show off his black Sharpie nails. “I’ve only done one hand because I can’t really do the other with my left hand.” Richie sits back down at his desk and picks up the Sharpie with his left hand. “See? I can’t even hold it right.” Eddie giggles and grabs an empty milk crate meant to hold records. Ugh really? A giggle? Like that isn’t the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard. He flips it to create a makeshift seat next to Richie. “May I?” Eddie holds out his hand, asking for the Sharpie. Richie hands it over to Eddie who uncaps it. He leans over Richie’s hand, some strands of hair falling into his face. Cute, cute, cute. Eddie starts coloring in the nails on Richie’s right hand, completely immersed in the task.

Richie can’t help but stare at Eddie’s face while he works. He is making his concentration face, the one where his brows furrow together and his tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth. Oh my god, his mouth. I want to kiss that mouth. Woah, dude, chill the fuck out. Richie hones in on every freckle dusted across Eddie’s cheeks, that little scar above his left eyebrow that he got during the rock war when they were kids, the way his long eyelashes curl upward. Wow, I’m really fucking screwed. Richie is so focused on Eddie’s face that he doesn’t even notice that Eddie is done.

Wow I don’t think Richie has ever stayed this still for this long. Eddie looks up at Richie through his eyelashes, curious as to why he is so quiet and still. Eddie sees Richie staring at him. His heart jumps a little in his chest when he sees the look on Richie’s face. His face is so serene, almost peaceful, like he could sit here and stare all day. Is he actually looking at me like that, or is he just zoned out? “Earth to Richie? Where’d you go?” Eddie asks with a small smile on his face, while waving a hand in front of Richie. He breaks out of his trance, and his face flushes profusely. Oh fuck me, I’m caught. “Hah, sorry Eds, I was just thinking about that time I fucked your mom.” “Oh gross, you dickwad!” Eddie shoves Richie out of his desk chair and laughs when Richie flops to the floor. From his spot on the floor, Richie turns to face Eddie. “So, whatcha wanna do? I know you didn’t come all the way over here just to color in my nails for me.” No, I actually wanted to check on you and make sure everything is okay. I was bummed you didn’t come out tonight. “I don’t know, thought maybe we could just hang out for a little bit? I had to get out of the house, away from my mom.”

So hang out is just what they do. They listen to Richie’s records, mostly rock, but he put on a pop album just for Eddie every so often. They play cards; well, Richie tries to teach Eddie how to play cards, using M&Ms to bet instead of money. Richie ends up winning the majority of the chocolate, but he still shares it with Eddie while they lay around on their backs, reading Richie’s comic books. I’m glad it’s just the two of us hanging out tonight. I don’t want to go back home.

“Hey Eds, don’t you have to be getting home soon? It’s getting pretty late; your mom is gonna go ballistic.” Richie turns his head to look at Eddie with a sad smile on his face. Ugh I don’t want you to leave, but I don’t want to get you in trouble, Eds. Eddie turns onto his stomach, running a hand over Richie’s beige carpet, watching the color change as he drags his hand back and forth. “Rich, I really don’t want to go back home tonight. I can hardly stand being home with my mom anymore.” Please let me stay. Richie shrugs his shoulders and looks around, avoiding Eddie’s eyes. “Umm okay Eds, you can just stay here tonight then. I mean, it’s the weekend, so it’s not like we have to get up early tomorrow or anything.” Fuck, what am I doing? He can’t stay here. I am already at my breaking point. There’s no way we can sleep in the same bed or I might die.

Eddie smiles so big that Richie can feel literally feel his heart cracking. God, why does he have to be so damn cute?! Thank god, I feel more at home here than my own house. Eddie gets up and throws himself onto the bed, climbing toward the right side of the bed since he knows that Richie favors the left. Eddie pats the bed beside him, gesturing for Richie to hop on in. Richie brings a hand to the back of his neck and looks down at the ground. Damn it, you better come up with an excuse quick, Trashmouth. “It’s okay, Eds. I’ll take the floor. We are probably getting too old to share the bed now anyway, right? The two of us will barely fit.” Eddie looks up at Richie incredulously, his face falling. What the fuck? We always share the bed, even when everyone else is over, too. “Rich, what are you talking about? There’s plenty of room.” Eddie reaches over and grabs Richie’s wrist, yanking him onto the bed with him. Richie lands on the bed with a thud, practically on top of Eddie. Holy shit, this cannot be happening. I can’t stop shaking. He is gonna notice that I’m shaking. Eddie’s heart rate starts beating double time. Why am I feeling anxious all of a sudden? This is nothing different than normal. Why does it feel different?

Richie slowly settles into the space on the left side of the bed, trying to angle his body away from Eddie without being too obvious. Just close your eyes and stay calm, Rich. Just close your eyes and don’t think about how Eddie is literally inches from you, in bed. He takes off his glasses and lays flat on his back with his hands behind his head, closing his eyes, while Eddie turns to lay on his side, facing Richie. Eddie just looks at Richie, taking him in, looking at how much older he looks. How much hotter he looks. Eddie is grateful that Richie’s eyes are closed so he can’t see how red Eddie’s face gets at his own thought. Eddie can feel himself starting to get anxious, or maybe even nervous. Even with that totally random—I’ve never once thought about how hot Richie is, nope not once—thought, why should I be nervous? It’s Richie, my best friend… This is just Richie, Eds. Eddie can’t help but realize that even in his own thoughts, he calls himself Eds now; he is so used to Richie calling him that that it feels more like him than his own name does. Finally, after more internal panic from both parties, they slowly drift off to sleep, Eddie’s body just inches away from Richie’s.

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​Richie wakes up to the sound of soft breathing, birds chirping, and sun shining in the window. It’s a beautiful morning, and Richie is feeling warm and cozy in his bed. Mmm, this is nice. Warm and cozy. Suddenly, Richie remembers that there is another human in his bed, not just any human. His eyes shoot open, and while he can’t make out much through the blur of glasslessness, he doesn’t move. Richie is still on his back and very aware that he is holding something and that something is holding him back. So he, very carefully, reaches to the nightstand to put his glasses on. When the room comes into focus, he looks down to see an arm draped over his waist, an arm belonging to a Mr. Eddie Kaspbrak. Richie stops breathing. Holy fuck, oh my god. I must still be dreaming. Eddie’s head is snuggled into Richie’s chest, and he has the softest smile on his face, even in his sleep. I am literally about to snap. HOLY. FUCK. Richie’s arm is wrapped around Eddie’s back, holding him against his body, and their legs are all tangled together. OH MY GOD WHAT DO I DO? I am just going to have to stay like this. Yeah, I will pretend to be asleep until Eddie wakes up and I’ll pretend to wake up then, too. Okay, okay. Richie tries to calm his heart rate and his breathing and his thoughts and his body, which is trying to tense up under Eddie’s. If you tense up, he will know you are awake, Rich. Come on, dude. Nice deep, even breathing. Richie closes his eyes, the scene of Eddie cuddling into him forever burned on the back of his eyelids.

​The first thing Eddie notices is the warm sunlight spilling into the room, bright enough through Eddie’s eyelids to wake him up. The second thing he notices is that he has slept through the night without a nightmare for the first time in a really long time. Somehow lastly, he notices is himself thrown all over Richie. Like, literally all over. What the fuck?! How did this happen?! Oh my god, how did we manage to get this tangled?! He can hear Richie’s even breaths under him and thinks this to mean that Richie is still asleep. Nice even breaths, Rich. Eddie can’t move; extracting himself is not an option. They are so intertwined that if Eddie moves, Richie will definitely wake up. Holy shit, what am I gonna do? I guess I’m gonna have to wait it out. Richie will probably wake up soon, so I will just lay here and pretend to wake up when he wakes up. He will probably push me off of him and call me a dumbass or something. He will probably just think I tried to sprawl out on the bed even when there isn’t enough room. Eddie’s anxiety is rolling off of him in waves, but he knows he is going to have to pull it together if he doesn’t want to wake Richie. He squeezes his eyes shut again and breathes deeply. It’s fine. Everything is fine. Richie will wake up soon.

​Holy shit, how is he still sleeping? How long has it been now, like 30 minutes, an hour? I don’t know how Richie is still sleeping while I’m on top of him like this… How did our legs get twisted around each other’s like that? Our limbs are so freaking tangled it’s like we tried to merge our bodies into one last night. Oh my god, what if he can hear how fast my heart is racing? His head is literally on my chest. At least Richie can barely see my face from that angle. I probably look like a mess. I’m glad Eds’ face is turned away from mine; my morning breath probably reeks. I’m glad my face is turned away from Richie’s; his morning breath probably reeks.

​Both boys remain still, continuing to wait out the other in this sleep war, neither aware that the other is, in fact, awake. The minutes slip by, and confusion and panic turn into something calmer, sweeter.

​It is almost like Eddie’s body fits perfectly into mine. I feel like I’m in a dream. Wow, I am really liking the way Richie is holding me; I feel so safe here. I kinda hope he doesn’t wake up any time soon. He looks so peaceful in his sleep. I could honestly lay here all day, but Richie will probably wake up. I hope he doesn’t freak out.

​Minutes drift to hours, hours drift to an eternity, and soon Richie doesn’t think he can stay like this much longer. Oh my god, as much as I don’t want to move and wake Eddie up, I really can’t lay here anymore. I gotta get up.

​Psst. “Hey Eds, umm are you awake?” Richie’s voice is barely loud enough to hear, which is a surprise to Eddie. He has never heard Richie’s voice sound so… delicate. Eddie quietly clears his throat and whispers back, “Yeah Rich, I’m awake.” He’s awake and he didn’t throw me off of him. “Oh thank god, I’ve gotta piss so bad.” Richie quickly untangles himself from Eddie, who is watching Richie scramble to the bathroom. Eddie can’t help but laugh at Richie’s frazzled manor.

​While Richie is in the bathroom—hopefully brushing his teeth too—Eddie lays back onto the bed, suddenly feeling colder in the space where Richie’s body was pressed against his own. I didn’t realize how much I wanted to be that close to Richie until now. I want to be that close to him; I need to be that close to him again.

​Richie comes back from the bathroom, face tinged pink, and looks at Eddie shyly. Eddie was laughing. Is it too much to hope that he liked being tangled up with me? I really like being tangled up with him. I wonder what he is thinking… did he like being that close or was it super weird for him? Oh god, it was probably weird.

​Richie tries to act casual and moves back over to the bed. Eddie automatically moves over to make room for him, as Richie lays back down on his side of the bed. He lays down on his back, lifting his arms to put his hands behind his head, just as he did last night. He looks up at the ceiling for a long time before turning his head to look at Eddie. The expression on Eddie’s face is unreadable. Oh god, I wonder what he’s thinking. Come on, Eds, just do it. You were just doing it. It will be fine.

​Eddie makes the decision to throw all caution to the wind. Eddie scoots in, deliberately not making eye contact with Richie, and slips into his previous cuddling position, one arm draped over Richie’s middle, head on his chest, and legs tangling back up with Richie’s. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. Oh my god. Fuck Eds what are you doing to me?!

​Eddie can feel Richie tense up under him. Oh god, maybe he doesn’t want me touching him anymore. Maybe I fucked up. Then he feels Richie’s whole body relax and move into him. Or not. Eddie feels heat creep up the back of his neck and into his cheeks, maybe a little embarrassed. Whatever, this feels so… right. Richie’s face flushes as his thoughts start to wander. Wow. It was different cuddling in our sleep because it was accidental, but this… this is deliberate. This is on purpose, and it feels so good to be this close to my Eds.

​Richie unclasps his hands from behind his head and brings one arm around Eddie’s back, where he starts lazily drawing circles with his fingertips. This is bliss. Pure bliss. Richie can feel Eddie shiver from the contact. Oh my god, that feels so good, Rich. Please keep doing that. Eddie squeezes Richie, pulling him closer. Richie smirks, as if he know what this is doing to Eddie, and continues to swirl patterns up and down his back.

​Eddie feels content for the first time in a quite a while. With his home life being shit and those stupid nightmares of that fucking clown, he finally feels at peace, here in this bed with Richie. God, Richie has always been my saving grace, hasn’t he? I know I love him, but I think I might like him, too. Damn, there is definitely no use trying to convince myself that I don’t like Eddie. I like him, like so much. I am definitely in like with him. Richie decides then and there that he is going to have to tell Eddie—and his friends—soon, especially since he will be wanting to do this a lot more. It’s going to be damn near impossible to Richie to keep his hands away from Eddie now.

​Too soon, Eddie starts to pull away from Richie, finally making eye contact with him. He has a sweet smile on his face, the pink glow of his cheeks bringing out his adorable freckles. “Hey Rich, I should probably get going. It’s the weekend so I hope my mom slept in. I gotta get home before she notices that I snuck out.” Richie bolts up and looks at Eddie with a look of udder shock. “What?! You snuck out? Oh god, if Sonia finds out she will never sleep with me again!” Eddie smacks Richie’s arm, but his mouth twists into a laugh. “Eww, shut up, you dick!” God I love his laugh. “No, but seriously Eds, you gotta get out of here before you end up on house arrest and I never get to see you again.”

​Eddie turns to look into Richie’s eyes one last time. I can’t wait until the next time I get to see you, Rich. I wish I could kiss him, but I don’t want to scare him off.

​Eddie breaks the eye contact first, heading toward the window. He pushes it open, about to lift his foot over the frame. He pauses, a single thought eating at him. Kiss him. Do it before you leave. Kiss him. I think he might want to kiss you, too. Eddie quickly turns back around and rushes over to Richie. A look of confusion sweeps over Richie’s features, and then Eddie is softly pressing his lips to his. Richie’s eyes are still open with shock before Richie can get a hold of himself and his lids flutter shut. Oh my god, he did it first. Oh my god, Eddie Fucking Kaspbrak is kissing me and I am seeing stars. This kiss is over way too soon for Richie’s liking, and he barely hears Eddie over his pounding heart, “I’ve kinda just been wanting to do that.” Maybe for only like the past hour, but I already want to do that again.

Before Richie can even register what Eddie has said or even open his eyes, Eddie clambers out the window, leaving Richie stunned and elated, floating on fucking Cloud Nine.

​Richie stares at his open window, where hopefully Eddie will be climbing in every night. “Yeah, me too,” he whispers to his empty room.

[vvanini]

The Losers Club but they’re wearing my clothes!!! I enjoyed doing this so much

[loverkasp]

i literally had to explain to my friend that Richie was in love with Eddie after she literally said “Richie and Eddie’s friendship was so cute.”

[edsbev]

We used to call my little brother bubba or bubs and its so cute ahhhh

im soft its rlly one of the best nicknames out there

[korereapers]

I wrote a new fic! It’s for @no-she-wasnt-reddie​ as part of our secret santa!!! It’s a Percy Jackson AU, so expect... yeah, greek things

Title: As if you were a mythical thing

Ships: Reddie, side Benverly and Stanpat. Also the losers as friends because that’s super important

Words: Around 5K

Warnings: Slight violence, mentions of attempted suicide, internalized homophobia, implied child abuse

Read it here

Happy holidays, everyone!

[princecupcakee]

reddie moving and living together hcs

they went house hunting for a few months

they chose a big house with a pool and two offices

they wanted two offices because they’re jobs are pretty different

eddie needs silence while richie makes a lot of noise because he practices his jokes

they dont use either office and just do work in the living room

richie tried his jokes out on eddie while eddie does paparwork

the house they chose was also big because of sleepovers

they didnt really use all the rooms because all the losers just brought sleeping bags and they all watched disney movies on the floor of the living room

they both went to their old houses to get some furniture in their new house

richie told eddie to go to his house alone so his mom wouldnt find it weird that theyre married and moving in together

richie really wanted to go though

eddie made him go

sonia was unhappy

but eddie didnt care and kissed richie every time she bothered them

richie was so proud 

eddie found richie’s old walkman in a box in his attic while they were getting their old stuff for their new house

richie almost cried

Thats a lie richie actually cried

like full on sobbed

richie cried because he gave that walkman to eddie

guess what the song was

Eddie my love

Thats how richie told eddie he loved him

Now that they live in their new house the walkman is still there

bill almost broke it

he was banned from loser sleepovers three times

he was almost banned from all of them but mike and stan reasoned with richie

the walkman wasnt actually broken it was fine

richie and eddie just love it so much

a few months later richie wanted a pet

they went pet shopping and saw a pomeranian that was barking happily at them

both richie and eddie were scared as fuck

but the pomeranian was so c u t e

they got the pomeranian

richie wanted to name him cat because it was funny

eddie wanted to name him hermes because he ran around the house too much and too fast

they ended up naming him spaghetti 

richie begged for that name the moment he thought of it

eddie ended up agreeing after making a deal with richie that richie would be the one to cook for the next month

it was the best bet he ever made

richie is an amazing cook and cooks for them all the time

now richie, eddie and spaghetti live together in a big house with a lot of sleepovers and good food

[no-she-wasnt-reddie]

Okay, but hear me out... the Losers are hanging out together in the clubhouse and Beverly is over to the side painting her nails black and Richie jokingly goes over and says “do mine next” so she grabs his hand and starts painting his nails and then he ends up really liking it so she does the other hand and he keeps the nail polish on until it has chipped off completely before asking Bev if she can paint them again because he tried to do it himself and it didn’t look good and he needs help and I could write a whole book about this so I’m gonna stop myself now thanks

[feralmunson]

Soooo, I just watched It Chapter 2 and I decided to come back to my It blog 🎈🎈

FIRST OF ALL IM GONNA TALK ‘BOUT REDDIE BECAUSE, BOY HOW I LOVE THOSE TWO, OK

I liked how, after they put on the shower caps, Richie starts talking shit bout them and Eddie quickly takes off his lmao

I loved the hammock scene, how Eddie demands Richie to move the fuck out of it and Richie, being the gay little shit he is, doesn’t move forcing Eddie to climb on pushing him and shoving his glasses with his foot while ranting lmao I loved it, and that hammock was a perfectly good excuse for them to be close to each other so yeah, if I were Richie I would’ve done the same to be close to my crush

Richie’s pep talk to Eddie after he said he was too scared,,,, I need a Richie in my life :(

“next time we’re picking “scary””

“next time!!!?!!?”

And, thanks to @buckley-robln, I realized the meaning of the “very scary” door, it being a closet and simbolizing our boys’ fear of coming out, wow I’m sad 

And then how Eddie stabs Pennywise and proudly goes to tell Richie, and then suddenly Pennybitch stabs Eddie,,,, I knew he was gonna die and still I was surprised and cried like a baby :((

Then when Eddie says he has to tell him something, and Richie looks at him hoping he would say something important... then Eddie making a “your mom” joke and Richie just laugh, his laugh being one of the last sounds Eddie hears...

But what made it worse was Richie’s denial and the other loser’s trying to console him oh my god it really had me crying

AND, IF THAT WASNT ENOUGH, THAT SCENE AT THE QUARRY WHERE THEYRE ALL HOLDING RICHIE AND HES CRYING AND IM CRYING OH WOW MY HEART :(

RICHIE

MY POOR BABY THAT SCENE AT THE ARCADE BROKE MY HEART 💔

It was just too real, I mean, like that small touch of hands that causes you lots of emotions that somehow scare you because you don’t know what the hell is going on with you, that fear that comes with the uncertainty of what will happen if anyone knew, bitch I felt that

When they show him carving the “R” a small part of me hoped it was an “E” next to the “+” but I didn’t wanna get my hopes up cause you know how we gays rarely get any representation on the big screen, so at the end when they show him re-carving the E I completely lost it and cried, plus Stan’s letter, it was just to much for me :((

Richie’s character has me speechless, like I feel I kind of empathize a lot with him and I just want to hold him tight and tell him everything’s gonna be alright :(

EDDIE

That scene when Bowers stabs my homeboy Eddie I wasn’t sure if it was real or what the f u c k was going on, and then how Eddie, like the badass he is, takes out the knife and stabs him back lol and how he slowly walks out of the bathroom 😂

How he was paralyzed by fear when the Stan/spider thing was attacking Richie and how Bill yells at him and how he tells him to don’t be mad, that he got really scared, my poor baby

Also, the scene at the basement of the pharmacy was v important I mean, my poor Eds was desperately trying to save his mom while being surrounded by thing that scared him, and then how he manages to weaken the leper, finding the answer to how to end Pennywise, yes Eddie! 👏🏼👏🏼

HANBROUGH

I loved their relationship I mean I didn’t ship them before but now w o w they’re so cute with each other I’m,,,

I liked how, even after everyone had gone, Bill stayed there with Mike and listened to him and everything

And when they pressed their foreheads together after ending that 🤡 bitch !! c u t e

And at the end omg when they’re talking on the phone and Mike makes a pause and says “I love you”, and then Bill says “I love you too”... I know it was like in a platonic way but I just- 💖❤️💞😘👏🏼

(I couldn’t find a gif of them both, sorry 😔)

BILL

The guilt he feels for Georgie’s death 😭

That moment where adult Bill sees his younger self telling him everything was his fault, and that his little brother’s death was his fault just because he pretended to be sick just cause didn’t want to go out and play with him... I can only imagine the amount of guilt he was experiencing

But then when he faces him and finally realizes it wasn’t his fault and “kills” his young version, putting an end to that feeling of guilt... Good for him 👏🏼

MIKE

A KING

It must’ve been really difficult to get the courage to call everyone and ask them to go to Derry, knowing that it meant danger

And all the research he did, all the effort he put on the investigation to end Pennywise, all for the greater good, wow, he deserves everything good in the world 💖

Even though I didn’t like how he kept some information from the others >:(

But it’s ok, I love him, it was for the greater good

BENVERLY

I really liked how Ben recognized her immediately, so sweet

When they’re talking at the hotel and Bev says she thinks it was Bill who wrote the poem and everything and I was just like “Girl, no!! Open you’re eyes, boo!!! He’s literally sitting there next to you!!!!”

Then when they put their totems inside the thingy, Ben’s words broke my heart, my poor baby :(

And how Bev says she should’ve held on to that memory (talking bout the letter) 

Then when they’re both fighting their fears and suddenly Ben starts calling her and then she hears him and they both yell each other’s names and she finally kicks the door open and saves him, wow, powerful 🔥👏🏼

And when she finally realizes it was Ben the whole time ajsnjkadhs it was a short, beautiful moment <3

BEN

He was Just. So. Sweet. I mean, one could’ve thought he would’ve change because of how his life changed and how successful he was now, but he was still the sweet lovely boy with the biggest crush in Beverly Marsh 😭💖

He was just so pure and good

I love his relationship with Beverly

That scene when he was being practically buried alive gave me a n x i e t y, and how Pennywise told him he was gonna die alone and all that shit I was so ANGRY at that bitchass clown

Also when he tricks him into believing that Bev was calling him ugly stuff and being mean to him absolutely broke my heart but he was smart enough to know she would never say anything like that to him, but still, I hate seeing him sad cause he deserves the world 😤

BEV

She was such a badass wow I love her

She could punch me and I’d thank her

That scene when her father blames her for what her mother did and yells at her and all of that was v scary, my poor girl how could she live with him 😖

Also the scene at the bathroom with the blood, it surely was incredibly overwhelming listening to everyone who ever hurt her saying all that shit, but then I loved how when she hears Ben she gets enough strength to get the fuck out of there and save her boy!! we love a queen!!!!!

I’m so glad she finally found someone who loves her and treats her as she d e s e r v e s.

STAN THE MAN

Oh boy, how I missed him :((((

Even if we just saw him for little bits, I liked how happy he seemed at the beginning, with his puzzle of birds and all

Then the ~scene~ was absolutely heartbreaking I mean how he gets in the tub, and then they showed us a memory and then... :(

Then his speech at his bar mitzvah!!!! so powerful!!! (And Richie clapping lol) 👏🏼👏🏼

And the letter!!!! Patty sending the letter to the losers meant to much! I cried the whole time while they read the letter, it was a beautiful way to end the movie

Also, all of the scenes where they showed us happy Losers being a bunch of kids with nothing to worry about, bitch I cherished each one of those. Like when they were at the club house, and at the photo booth... good times, man ❤️

It was a good movie, I laughed, I cried, I got scared on several ocassions, and I can’t wait to go and see it again 

[twilightpromised]

young dumb broke

pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 coming soon

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Go spam her inbox for me bitches she’s my horrible stinky grandma and I love her 🥰@no-she-wasnt-reddie

[tinyarmedtrex]

The Assistant

Read Chapter two here!

Preview:

“What happens next?”

Eddie closed the laptop, sliding down so he was next to Richie, both on their sides facing the other. “We order breakfast. I get an omelet, you probably get something slathered in syrup. We pack up, to go the airport, fly home, go back to work Monday.”

“And act like this never happened?”

Eddie hummed, his hand still running through Richie’s hair. “Is that what you want?”

Richie shook his head. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Me either.”

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[softest-cinnamon-roll]

reddie 38?

38. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” - feat. figure skater Eddie and ice hockey player Richie. 

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As the music poured through the speakers, Eddie focused on his movements as he skated across the ice, twirling and jumping when the routine called for it. Ever since he was little, being on the ice had been his dream. He had grown up watching the skaters on the TV, begging his mother and father to enrol him in classes, which they eventually did. Now, sixteen years later he was twenty one and heading straight for the Olympics.

That is, if he could master the damn double axel jump.

It wasn’t that he couldn;t do the jump, because he could just fine. It was the landing that he was having difficulty with, with every attempt it was a stumble or an ungraceful landing, which was beginning to annoy the hell out of his mother. She wasn’t even his coach, but because she was the one paying for his lessons and rink time, she believed her opinion overruled everyone else's, even his coach’s.

“Edward, for goodness sake, I’m not paying for you skate like a hippopotamus! I pay for you to skate like a swan, glide across the ice, land as though it's no effort at all! You’ll never qualify for the Olympics skating like that!” His mother screamed through the auditorium and Eddie came to a halt on the side of the rink, breathing heavily.

He looked up at his mother, who was red in the face next to his horrified coach. Normally, his mother kept her more...insulting comments to when it was just him and her in the rink, but sometimes she couldn’t help herself. His coach, Maggie Tozier, whipped her head around to face Sonia, a scowl on her face. “Mrs Kasprak, if you are going to treat my skater like that I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

The look on his mother’s face told Eddie that she was about to set off. She squared up Maggie and crossed her arms, “I’m the one paying for your time here, therefore I’m not leaving. If I want to give my son some tough love then I will, it’s a harsh world out there and sometimes he needs some harsh criticism so he can be better!”

“Or maybe your words will make him worse, because he won’t stop trying to please you,” Maggie snapped back, not backing down. Their arguing seemed to gain the attention of Mr Corcoran, the owner of the rink, who stuck his head out of his office and pointed to one of the private rooms away from the rink.

Eddie watched with a sigh as both his mother and his coach walked down towards the room, the door slamming behind them. Silence filled the rink and Eddie at least had peace for a few moments while they fought over the best way to teach him skating. He was just about to skate over to the music and attempt the jump again when someone from the other side of the rink called his name.

He turned around and when he saw the owner of the voice, Eddie’s cheeks turned a light pink. It was his coach’s son, Richie Tozier, who was also one of the stars of the Derry Ice Hockey Team. He wasn’t dressed in his gear yet, but his bag was slunk over his shoulder, which meant Eddie’s rink time was coming to an end. He smiled and skated over, placing his hands on the edge of the rink. “Hey, Richie.”

“Hey there, Spaghetti,” Richie grinned back, glancing around the bleachers of the rink. “Where is everyone? Not often I get the chance to speak to you alone with either your mom or my mom scolding me for distracting you.”

Eddie sighed once more, rolling his eyes, “They are arguing...again. This time it’s about the best way to tell me that I suck.” He shrugged and Richie’s eyes widened. “Not- not that your mom said that I suck or anything, but my mom? She thinks I’m a hippo because I can’t land the double axel smoothly.”

Richie blinked and tilted his head to the side, “You mean the most difficult jump in skating? You mean the one my mom only really introduced you to a few weeks ago? That jump?” He asked and Eddie nodded his head. “Damn, your mother is brutal Eds, no offence.” He smiled. “If it is any consolation to you, I think you are the best skater that my mom has ever taken on. None of the others ever made as much progress or are as half as motivated as you are.”

At that, Eddie lit up, trying to contain his smile as best as he could. He wasn’t going to deny it, Eddie had a huge ass crush on Richie, and he was pretty sure that Richie felt the same way about him. The only thing really keeping them apart was Sonia and her stink eye whenever Richie so much as breathed in Eddie’s direction. For some reason, since the moment they met, his mother had developed a hatred for Richie, even though his mother was Eddie’s coach. In Eddie’s opinion, it made no sense.

Richie was smiling at Eddie, a smile that was only really reserved for him, and he opened his mouth as though he was about to say something, but he never got the chance as his mother’s shrill voice screamed through the rink. “EDWARD!” Eddie whipped his head around to see Sonia barging towards them, Maggie close on her tail. She approached Richie and jabbed one of her chubby fingers into his chest. “What have I told you, keep away from my son. All you’ll do is distract him and my Eddie doesn’t need any distractions if he is going to be a champion.”

“Get your hands off of my son, Sonia. What have I told you before,” Maggie hissed as she appeared behind them. “Richie, please go to the locker room and get ready for practice. Zack will be here soon and he’ll want you all on the rink and ready to go.”

With a sigh, Richie nodded and turned to head to the locker room. He stopped a few steps away and turned back around. “I know you don’t like me very much, and that’s fine, but you really shouldn’t treat Eddie like crap. He is a fantastic skater, and by putting him down the way you do, you’re the one most likely to distract him.” He turned to Eddie, who was still on the ice, staring at him in shock and awe. “See you around, Eds.” He winked and turned away, heading to the locker room.

Once he was out of sight, both his mother and Maggie turned to face Eddie. Before his mother could speak up though, Maggie stepped forward, “Your mother has agreed to stop attending our lessons together. In order to give you more time to focus with me on the ice. She will still come with you to your private sessions when she can though.” She smiled. “Hit the locker room, practice is over for the day and the Ice Resurfacer needs to clean the ice for the Hockey Team. We’ll work on that jump tomorrow, okay?”

Eddie nodded his head and, ignoring his mother, he skated to the edge of the rink and towards the other locker room to change. On his way there, he passed by the Hockey Team’s private locker room and happened to overhear his name being mentioned. Unable to stop himself from listening in, Eddie moved a little closer.

“You still haven’t told him? Damn Rich, this is getting insane.” Bill Denbrough spoke and Eddie could just tell he was rolling his eyes. “You come to practice early every day just so you can get a chance to either watch him skate or flirt with him until your mom...or his mom, chases you away. Just tell him and put us out of our misery.”

What could they be talking about? What did Richie need to tell him? He didn’t get a chance to think too much over it, as Richie spoke up. “Oh really Bill, and what do you suggest I say? “Oh hey Eddie! Why haven’t you kissed me yet? I’m crazy ‘bout ya!” He heard Richie sigh heavily. “We’re friends and I don’t...I don’t want to distract him. He deserves to qualify for the Olympics in the trials next month.”

Eddie didn’t stay to hear any of the rest, as he could hear his mother's voice approaching. Quickly, he dodged into the locker room and changed out of his outfit and back into his normal clothes, running a hand through his hair as he looked in the mirror. His cheeks were flushed red and a smile was threatening to appear. Richie liked him back. Richie wanted to kiss him.

As he left the locker room, the Hockey Team were leaving theirs, heading to the rink to start their practice. His mother was by the door, waiting for him and he caught Richie’s eye as they walked past each other. Then, Eddie stopped and turned back around, “Richie! Wait!”

Richie stopped and turned around, his brows furrowed in confusion as Eddie approached him. He bit his lip and finally let himself smile as he pushed up on his toes, settling his hands on Richie’s shoulders and pressing their lips together in a soft, first kiss.

Immediately, all the boys started to holler and wolf whistle, causing Eddie to pull back with a flush on his cheeks, matching Richie’s own. “Eds?” He breathed, ignoring all his teammates. “You- what?”

“Dinner, you and me, tomorrow after practice?” Eddie asked and Richie nodded, almost dumbfounded, but he finally broke into a grin.

“Pick you up at seven Spaghetti,” he winked, just as Zack Denbrough whistled for them all to get on the ice or they would be facing some serious warm ups. He backed away, unable to take his eyes off of Eddie.

Eddie bit his lip and blew Richie a kiss, getting out a giggle as RIchie jumped into the air and caught it, pressing his fist to his lips and he waved softy. “I can’t wait.”

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[pinkpsychic]

This little reddie fic is for my lovely @lifesucksheres20bucks for her birthday today❤🎂 I hope you like it! I've never posted writing before so this is a first ehe

With You, Anywhere Is Heaven

Richie looked completely ridiculous with the big blob of sunscreen on his nose. Rose tinted glasses on his face that he expressed were "a necessity for the beach", as well as the most blinding 80's patterned shorts, the boy was definitely a sight. He was just ridiculous. A spontaneous disaster. Completely different from the other teenage boys with their neat hair and basic clothing, toned bodies and surf boards.

And Eddie found it so infuriating how cute he was because of it all.

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The sky intertwined with the ocean like a vast blue painting, so beautiful to look at and yet - all the brunette could think about was the annoying feeling of sand on his back, of possible sharks in the water and of getting sunburnt. And getting salt water in his mouth because that was just like basically drinking fish piss. The beach was a luxury to some and a hazard to Eddie. Why was he here again?

"I for one wouldn't mind drinking fish piss - what if I gained aquatic powers or some shit? The next Aquaman, Eds. Think about it." Richie was trying to throw grapes into his mouth from the cooler. Stan made a face underneath the umbrella.

"Fuck you don't call me that, and also that's definitely not how that works dipshit." Eddie's hand was moving in sharp cuts as he spoke.

So he complained a lot - could you blame him? There was so much to complain about.

The losers were taking a much needed vacation away from Derry, and the beach was an interesting upgrade from the quarry. Most everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Beverly in her floppy hat and bright yellow sundress, Ben admiring her as he pushed his feet into the sand. Stan watching a couple throw french fries at the seagulls, Mike passing out snacks from the cooler and controlling the small radio. Bill encouraging Richie and Eddie to jump in the water with him. Richie covered in sunscreen and told to wait because of Eddie.

They all created some sort of balance.

Richie was making small whines from his mouth as he flicked a grape out towards a nearby seagull.

"Can I go now? Or do you need to put sunscreen on my back too? Be a doll and rub it in for me -" he winked up at an unamused Eddie.

"You'll be thanking me when you're not burnt like a god damn lobster later. And no." Eddie had just about had it with the beach and they were only there for fifteen minutes. He decided to blame this all on his mother. The last time he'd gone to one she practically didn't let him do anything. She told him his skin was sensitive and that the water was dangerous. That he should stay under the umbrella and keep her company as she flipped through some boring ass magazine. What was even the point of them going?

So she rubbed off on him. Great.

Before he could blink, Richie and Bill were skidding down the sand towards the shore, and Eddie couldn't help but let a tiny smile curl up on his lips when Richie flopped in immediately, diving under a wave. When he surfaced, a big grin had broken onto Richie's face and all his curls were flat. He was saying something Eddie couldn't understand, but by the hand gestures it was - come into the water you pussy! Eddie didn't appreciate the insult even if it was in his head.

He rolled his eyes and dragged his feet towards the water. The constant thought of cute was lingering in his mind.

"Be honest, could I be the ocean's next top model? James doesn't have shit on me." Richie's body rested against the sand, completely drenched as if a wave swallowed him up. Eddie couldn't help but let out a small laugh behind his hand.

I'm sorry, who is James?"

"The crab I felt earlier that brushed against my toes!" Eddie's face had gone frozen at the idea of anything brushing against his own toes and Richie was in hysterics as he tried to get him in the water. What a dumbass. His heart was fluttering.

So the beach wasnt terrible. But still.

🐠

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Eddie might have tripped over some kid's sandcastle and was screamed at, he had a stinging behind his eyes - and sand in his hair that would be trouble getting out in the shower, but maybe it was worth it. Resting on a towel with Richie under the sun and sharing music together, an earbud in each of their ears, he thought maybe the beach was okay.

"We're gonna have wicked tans after this, spaghetti." Richie's piercing blue eyes glanced over at him. Eddie wanted to shiver from the wet strand of hair that brushed against his shoulder. So close to him that he could count all the freckles on his face...

"You don't tan - your pale ass doesn't get tan," he snickered. An old Lady Gaga song played through their ears. As Richie leaned closer to nudge him with a snort and a playful smile, Eddie's heart felt like a wave crashed over it. Fitting for the beach. He couldn't look away from those eyes. Their hands brushed and - as he looked up at the sky, not a soul bothering them in the world at the moment, he thought

the beach was a heaven away from home. And when Richie snuck a kiss on his cold lips underneath the umbrella while the losers were in the water,

Eddie didn't want to be anywhere else.

End

Happy birthday Mari - to my bubs who I wish to do all this with one day. My ocean baby🐳

[00250]

hello!! i absolutely dont mean to be a bother but i adore your writing and i was just wondering - i know its been a while since you last posted any maze runner fic so i didnt know if you had left the fandom etc, but are you planning on posting any more? because your writing is just gorgeous and providence. changed me. also i noticed that your newt-is-an-assasin fic disappeared and i loved where that was going and miss it :( - obviously no pressure, just wanted to know what you were up to!! 💌

2. carrying on. you know what changed me perhaps - perhaps - even more than providence? the single line in periapsis that i read almost two years ago that still stays with me to this day "launching him out of orbit with an awful, cosmic, yeet". i never looked at space or that vine the same way. maybe i just love your space/ethereal themes 💌

anon my dear you are not a bother at all!!!!!! this was such a lovely message to receive and ive been smiling nonstop for the past day bc of you 🥺

i have definitely not left the fandom!!!! tmr is straight up in my heart forever and im most certainly still around, there just isnt as much content for me to engage w on tumblr these days :( but!!! w the table read and all dylans new projects theres def been a little resurgence so thats :’)) 

i am absolutely not done writing tmr fic!!!!! i have been on a brief slump just bc ive been writing a lot for IT (u can jam w me on @losersclub3000 if ur also into the dumb clown movies) and i find it rly hard to switch btwn fandoms when im writing, esp big projects (like the 100k choose your own adventure reddie fic i put out in june... PHEW) but!!!!!!! with tmrss coming up i will absolutely have a new tmr fic out at the end of this year!! i havent gotten my giftee’s wishes yet but i am very excited to write for tmr again 🥺

also,,,, dghjsghksdl the newt is an assassin fic is OUT THERE, i just. sadly i orphaned it bc honestly i wasnt happy with it and didnt rly have any drive to continue it and it made me rly anxious to just have it sitting unfinished on my ao3 page 😭 so as of right now sadly no plans to continue that one but. you never know! i still have the gdoc of the outline so maybe someday inspiration will strike again but i cant make any promises unfortunately

wow this answer is getting way too long but 💜 anon.... my love... you are just too kind to me 😭 ive been thinking a lot about prov lately... she is so dear to me 🥺 and JFKDLVFHGKJDH THANK YOU!!! im glad u liked the periapsis meme moments. i wrote 13k of that fic in one sitting and i was half delirious so. very unfiltered. I LOVE YOU!! THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!!!! TMR CONTENT BY THE END OF THIS YEAR AND MAYBE SOONER!!!! MWAH!!!!!

[no-she-wasnt-reddie]

Me in the theater watching Eddie die, knowing well enough that it’s gonna happen since I read the book