#well obviously since i mentioned richie it’s kaspbrak but the fact that it could also go w munson makes me laugh just a little

[apocalyptic-byler]

EDDIE KASPBRAK’S DEATH AND RICHIE’S REACTION TO IT GETS ME EVERY SINGLE TIME

[loserslibrary]

pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak [Reddie] written by: Amy rating: Teen word count: 2,214 prompt: “Richie (scholar) and Eddie (track star) end up in detention together.”

Even though it was pretty clear that Eddie had a free pass in High School due to his place on the track team, not to mention his countless gold medals from competitions, it didn’t mean that he was a dick to those who were further down on the social scale. He always smiled at Betty Rispsom, and shared his calculus notes with Edward Corcoran. His acts of ‘kindness’ as the other track team members called it, earned him weird looks from the other popular kids at school, but Eddie was a big boy and could walk away from those bothering him.

He liked to think that he was friends, or at least on speaking terms, with almost everyone in the school and in his year. Yes, there were certain people, like Henry Bowers and his gang, that Eddie knew to stay clear of, but other than them he had no real issue with anyone. 

Certainly not with Richie Tozier, even though he couldn’t say the same for Richie himself. 

Richie was probably the smartest student that Derry High had ever had. Ever since he was a kid, his brain was always one step ahead of everyone else and by the time he was in middle school, he could probably take exams meant for college seniors. Eddie could remember when they were freshmen in High School and Richie had been interviewed by specialists from different Ivy League colleges, and was even offered a place, but he turned them down. According to his best friend, Stan, it was because he didn’t want to grow above his means. 

Back before cliques became a thing and Eddie was accepted to the track team, Richie and he used to be friends. Close friends even. Richie’s dad was still best friends with Eddie’s dad, and sometimes Eddie would overhear them discussing why their son’s weren’t friends anymore. Eddie wished that he knew the answer to that one too. Of course, he had asked Richie a few times, but the other boy just shook his head and turned in the other direction. Now, Eddie can’t even say hello without Richie running away from him. 

Eventually, Eddie stopped trying. If Richie wanted to speak to him, then he could approach Eddie. He was done being the one trying. 

About a month after Eddie had made that decision, the worst thing that could possibly happen...happened. Just after fourth period, Eddie was making his way to the lunch hall when he overheard the dulcet tones of Henry Bowers and his gang of fuckwits. He rolled his eyes, planning on walking past them and avoiding any confrontation, when Richie’s voice cut through and Eddie froze in his place. 

“Wait, hold on, just...give me that back.” Eddie rounded the corner and surveyed the scene. Richie was up against one of the lockers, held there by Patrick, and Henry was flicking through what was obviously Richie’s science project book from the stickers plastered all over it. 

Henry pursed his lips, flicking through the book with no interest whatsoever. “I mean, you are a smarty pants, Tozier, shouldn’t you be able to whip up another one of these bad boys in a few hours or so? Or are you not as smart as you make out to me? Have you been lying to everyone this whole time?” He laughed and slowly ripped a page out of the book, letting it float to the floor.

“No! Please!” Richie shook his head as he tried to get out of Patrick’s grip, but the bully was too strong against his gangly form. The sight made Eddie sick to his stomach. “It’s not that easy, I’ve been working on it for months, it’s not easily re-created.”

As Henry rolled his eyes, Eddie decided that it was time to make himself known, before the bully did in fact, ruin all of Richie’s hard work. “Don’t you have anything better to do, Bowers? Like fucking graduate?” It was a low blow, but also no secret that Henry was two years older than his pack of goons, having been held back for two years due to not being able to graduate. “Just fuck off.”

“This is none of your business, Kaspbrak. Just because your dad is the chief of police doesn’t mean I won’t beat your ass.” Henry growled, dropping the book and storming over to Eddie, glaring down at him.

Eddie had to hold back the urge to laugh. Even though he was on the smaller scale height wise, he made up for it with his self defense ability and his unexpected strength. He was also super fast, which was why he was the best track member on the team. “I think you’re confused about me beating your ass Bowers, do you really want a repeat of Halloween Sophomore year?”

Behind them, Victor snorted and Eddie let himself smirk. It was clear that no-one had forgotten about the time Eddie broke Henry’s nose for mouthing off his dad in Sophomore year. Good, he didn’t want anyone to forget that he wasn’t scared of the resident bully. Unfortunately, Henry didn’t seem to share the all round amusement, and raised his fist, swinging it in for a punch, which Eddie dodged with ease. His height did come in handy sometimes. 

“You fucking faggot!” Henry snapped, turning and lunging for Eddie, sending them both barreling backwards onto the tile floor. With the wind knocked out of him, Eddie lost his bearings for a moment, long enough for Henry to get a punch in, but not long enough for anything else. Quickly, Eddie rolled out of the way and as Henry made another move, Eddie raised his knee, hitting Bower’s straight in the groin. The bully fell to the floor, groaning and Eddie got to his feet, brushing himself off.

“Next time pick on someone your own size,” Eddie snapped, reaching down to pick up RIchie’s discarded project book, handing it back to him with a smile. “Here. Sorry about them, they are assholes.”

Richie snatched the book from him, holding it close and pushing his glasses back up his face. “I had it under control, you didn’t need to step in like some hero.” He rolled his eyes. “You just made things so much worse, they’re going to actively seek me out now because of you.”

“Richie I was just- I just wanted to help…” Eddie stammered, losing his confidence just a little. It was always the same when he was around Richie, ever since they were fifteen. Even though they weren’t as close, or even friends at all, it didn’t just mean that the feelings Eddie felt for him would disappear like magic. They were still there, sitting under the surface with every accidental eye-lock or brush of shoulders in the hallways. 

“I didn’t need your help!” Richie snapped and was just about to walk away when a teacher rounded the corner. Bowers was still on the ground, clutching his groin like a five year old and his cronies were nowhere to be seen. Eddie looked up, hoping it would be his Coach, or another teacher that he got on well with, but it seemed that his luck had run out. It was Mr Black, the strict and intolerable English Teacher who seemed to have it out for every student at Derry High. 

He stormed over to the three of them, his arms crossed and eyes dark. “What is going on here? As Seniors, you should all be aware of the ‘No Fighting’ rule. Especially in the hallways.” Mr Black’s voice was cold and harsh, but Eddie still attempted to explain. “I don’t want to hear it. All three of you, detention after school.” With that, he walked off, muttering under his breath.

“See what you did?” Richie groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Detention! I’ve never had detention before in my life!” He shook his head and without another word, disappeared down the hall, leaving Eddie alone by the lockers. 

For the rest of the day, Eddie wondered how he was going to get through the hour of after school detention with Bowers and Richie, both who were not on his side at that moment. Before lunch period ended, Eddie sent a quick message to his dad, explaining what had gone on and why he would be home late. Of course, he was disappointed that Eddie had gotten into a fight, but proud that he was standing up for himself and his friends. 

Never let anyone push you around. They hit you? Hit them back.

When the final bell of the day rang, Eddie packed up his bag and made his way to Mr Black’s classroom. When he arrived, Richie was already there, head down and scribbling in a book and Henry was nowhere to be seen. “Take a seat Mr Kaspbrak. It will just be you and Mr Tozier this afternoon, as Mr Bowers is serving his detention with another teacher.” Mr Black grunted before making his way to the door. “I have a teacher meeting, but you both better still be here when I get back or there will be more time added and I know you both don’t want that.”

As soon as Mr Black was gone, Eddie slumped into a seat and pulled out a few of his books. He might as well get some studying in, since he couldn’t practice in detention. However, the need to talk to Richie, to finally get some answers was eating away at him and becoming unbearable to ignore. He slammed his book closed and out of the corner of his eye, Richie jumped a little.

“Richie, please can we talk like adults? I can’t take this anymore!” Eddie made his way over to Richie and pulled up a chair so the was facing him on the other side of the desk. “You can’t run away from me here, and Mr Black won’t be back until four so we have time to talk. Please? I just want to talk.”

Richie looked at Eddie, his eyes wide behind his glasses, “What is there to talk about Eddie? You’re you and I’m me. That’s all there is to it. Just because our dads are friends, doesn’t mean we need to be too.”

That took Eddie by surprise and he blinked a few times, “Richie- what are you talking about? You don’t really think I only want to be friends with you because our dads are friends do you? Even if our dads weren’t friends, I’d still want to be friends with you. You’re pretty amazing.” As those words left his lips, a blush rose up on Eddie’s cheeks and he bit his lip. “I mean, you’re cool and all.”

“But- you’re a jock and I’m a nerd. You shouldn’t want to be my friend. That’s not how High School works,” Richie shook his head and Eddie barked out a laugh. He had clearly been watching too many teen romantic comedies in his spare time. “Why are you laughing? What’s so funny?”

Eddie smiled, a smile that was reserved only for the people in his life that he really cared about and trusted. “You are. Richie- since when have I ever cared about the social norms of High School? I’m not on the track team because I want to be popular and have lots of friends. I'm on the track team because I like to run. I enjoy the sport. I also know that you aren’t a ‘nerd’ by choice, you are just exceptionally smart and absolutely brilliant!” He shook his head again. “Is that why you stopped talking to me? Because you thought it would bring my popularity status down?”

Now it was Richie’s time to flush and he let out a groan, “I’m an idiot aren’t I?” He asked and Eddie nodded his head just a little. “Though...that wasn’t the only reason I was ignoring you and cut you off back in freshman year.” Richie was looking away at this point, which only stemmed Eddie’s curiosity. 

“What?”

“I- may or may not have had a little crush on you when I was younger, and I didn’t want it to ruin anything if I told you. It became harder to be around you though because those feelings never really...went away?” Richie explained and Eddie’s jaw dropped open a little. “Have I said too much?”

Eddie shook his head faster, “No- fuck...no. Richie...the reason why I never stopped trying to be your friend for so long was because I felt the same and I didn’t want you to not be in my life, even if it was just as a friend.” He was grinning now, from ear to ear and he reached out to cover a hand over Richie’s. 

“Holy shit,” Richie laughed. “We really are a pair of angsty teenage idiots, aren’t we?” He asked and Eddie nodded, his own laugh bubbling past his lips. “What- what happens now?”

At that, Eddie ginned, “Well, if you don’t mind. I would love to take you out on a date. If that’s something you would like to do? With me?” God, Eddie was bad at this. 

Richie grinned and turned his wrist so their palms were touching and he leaned closer. “Absolutely.”

[the-angry-pixie]

camboy AU... but make it romantic

Camboy Bill AU feat. the OT7.

- basic stuff really

- Bill is a camboy (billoncam) on those websites that I don’t know enough about to be able to give a name.

- and he does sessions every few days in private chatrooms

- mostly solo stuff - either a vibrator or dildo in his ass whilst jacking it to the camera

- his fans love him because he is really chatty and responsive. and when he gets really turned on, he stutters. he always moans and thanks the person when someone sends him a tip - its like the tip button is directly connected to his vibrator, the way he moans every time it *dings*

- he has regulars. people who always seem to tune in and leave lots of tips. he comes to recognise their usernames.

- “welcome mikey-mike. i hope you’re having a good week.”

- “its good to see you again bigdickrich, what filthy things are you gonna say to me today?”

- stuff like that.

- he holds competitions among viewers - whoever gives him the most tips in a session gets to choose a name for him to call out when he cums

- as a result billoncam ends up moaning out “oh fuck carsforeddie! oh fuck you feel so good carsforeddie! oh fuck OH FUCK!” a lot.

- like previously stated, he’s known for his highly interactive solo stuff but every now and then his audience gets a guest appearance from other people. it always seems to be the same guys but we never get to see their faces 

- one has lovely golden skin that matches his golden curls that Bill loves to grab onto when he’s fucking him

- the other is this buff dude with dark blonde body hair that makes the most delicious sounds when he’s railing Bill

- thats right, billoncam be versatile as fuck

- even more versatile than first anticipated because one time during a session Bill is holding a photo on his phone up to show the camera and he accidentally swipes to the next photo which is of some redhead woman lying on a bed in lingerie

- the comment section goes wild and Bill is like “oh fuck, oh fuck you weren’t meant to see that, ah ha ha ha lets forget that happened pls” and he goes on with the session. trying to ignore all the questions hounding him about who the fuck that was and why was she on his bed??

- two days later when billoncam is next scheduled to cam it is immediately obvious that things are very different when the session starts on a shot of Bill sitting fully-clothed talking straight to camera

- “thanks for tuning in everyone. I just felt I wanted to do something a bit different today. There’s been lots of discussion and questions about what happened the other day and I’ve thought about it a lot and have decided that I would like to be honest with you. This is a part of who I am and I don’t want to feel ashamed of that. So the truth is... I’m bisexual. And this...”

- Bill holds up his phone showing a photo of Bill and the redhead from the lingerie photo hugging each other and smiling giddily at the camera

- “... this is Bev. She’s my girlfriend.”

- again, the comment section goes wild. Obviously Bill has been camming himself on a website for gay men and well... gays can still be mean and weird sometimes when it comes to bisexuality.

- “I know. I know. It’s not what you’ve come to expect from me. I’m sorry if you’re offended or something. Well actually I’m not sorry at all. I would never be sorry for being in love with Bev. She’s my rock. We’ve been together for so long and she means the world to me. And the only reason I’m showing her face on here is because she’s given me full permission. In fact she has her own camming channel. Which I can link you to if there are any fellow bi’s out there.”

- Because the internet is the internet, Bill notices he’s losing viewers quickly, but he’s kind of happy to note that some of his regulars are among the ones being super supportive

- sitonthis: you’re not really gay. get the fuckk outta here!

mikey-mike: thanks for being honest with us Bill. I’m bi too and some people on here need to be quiet and stop being rude.

erotic-cum-on-my-hole: where’s the dick??

bigdickrich: daaaaaaaaaaamn Bill. she’s fuckign hot! gimme dat link please >______>

br000ny: sick of these bi s trickin on us. im out.

carsforeddie: YO EVERYONE NEEDS TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE BILL ALOONE!@! WHO WOULDN’T WANT TO DATE BILL?! HE’S FUCKING GORGEOUS AND PERFECT!! I SWEAR TO GOD YOU ALL NEED TO MEET ME IN THE PARKING LOT RIGHT THE FUCK NNOW!!e@!

- but it doesn’t stop there. Bill has more to tell. He doesn’t get naked at all that session. But he does come clean about being polyamorous. Apparently Bill and Bev were together for years before she started dating Ben. Who then eventually started dating Bill as well (mystery solved on who buff dude is). And then a little while after that Bill started dating Stan who also began dating everyone else eventually (mystery number two solved on who golden curls is)

- of course to respect privacy Bill doesn’t give names or photos for those two (they’re not into camming and only ever fuck Bill on cam as a favour cause they know Bill loves it so much). But he does wax poetic for a further half an hour on just how much he loves all his partners and then unexpectedly signs off.

- billoncam disappears for awhile. his sessions just suddenly stop. his fans reckon its probably got to do with the negative response he got to coming out as bi. 

- they try to reach out to him on his social media but never with any luck. its funny, billoncam’s sessions have weirdly become a bit of community thing. its strange. the regulars all kind of know each other and it feels wrong to not be coming all together (pun not intended) a few times a week on Bill’s channel. but whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore because it seems billoncam is no more. he’s been scared away.

- struggling radio personality Richie Tozier is definitely not expecting to run into Bill aka. billoncam in a random Los Angeles Starbucks one day. But he does. Thats him. That’s totally fucking him. The only way Richie could be more sure is if Bill whipped his junk out in the middle of this cafe.

- Richie is so stunned he can’t even think what to say. How to approach this guy that he has been jacking off to for the last year or so. 

- He ends up chasing Bill down the street and kind of pouncing on him. 

- Bill is understandably wary at first. But of course he’s kind of charmed by this nervous motormouth with his ridiculously syrupy-looking frappuccino concoction. Its strange how familiar he seems. He almost whispers the name to himself just as Richie practically yells “Oh by the way. I’m bigdickrich. Did I mention that? I might have forgotten to mention that. Fuck!”

- And well, a week or two later... billoncam makes a comeback suddenly.

- And he’s got a companion. A companion who is showing his face. Bill’s regulars know they definitely haven’t seen this guy (or his body) before but they don’t mind at all since the session is so much more intense because they can see both participants for once. And this new guy is very cute. In a hairy, gangly, bedraggled kind of way.

- Bill introduces the guy as his new friend. He says his new friend convinced him to come back online. And his new friend even gave permission for their first time together to be filmed live.

- New Friend’s eyebrows wiggle at the camera behind his thick dark-framed glasses

- this sends a thrill through the audience obviously. such an intimate thing that theyre witnessing. New Friend doesnt seem to mind though. In fact he seems to lap up the attention and is very willing to take suggestions from the audience of just what he should do to Bill. 

- the vibrator and dildo remain untouched on the bed that day. 

- and its right at the end, still panting and sweating and coming down from their highs that Bill mentions that his New Friend is a previous audience member.

- “some of you might recognise the username. This is bigdickrich. Sooo... I guess we now know he wasn’t exaggerating with that name ha ha” to which Richie just grins at the camera holding his hands up under his chin.

- the comment section goes BONKERS!

- carsforeddie: THAT ANNOYING CRUDE SON OF A BITCH!! WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS THE UNIVERSE SO UNFAIR! FUCK!”

mikey-mike: good for you bigdickrich. you’re a real lucky guy. 

twinksfordays: i want to choke on bigdickrich’s cock

carsforeddie: HOW?! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! EW I JUST JACKED IT TO THAT ASSHOLE! FUCK I NEED TO SHOWER”

- Bill and Richie giggle and converse with the commenters for awhile and then sign off.

- billoncam returns to regularly camming again. much the way he was before. mostly solo. though sometimes with guest stars. and Richie becomes a more and more frequent feature. He’s the only one (besides Bev popping in now and then) who shows his face.

- and then, billoncam hits 100,000 subscribers

- and Bill. Well he has to make it special right? So he auctions himself off. There has to be some careful wording and labelling so that he can’t be done for prostitution but... essentially Bill auctions off the chance for him to travel and spend the night with the highest bidder.

- of course carsforeddie is not going to let this opportunity slide by him. He’s a successful businessman. He might only be 25 but he’s got money to burn and he’s been loving lusting after billoncam for a LONG TIME

- its undisclosed just how much Eddie Kaspbrak, luxury car rental business owner ends up paying for billoncam to fly to New York and spend the night with him - for legal reasons obviously. And no, Eddie does not give permission for the deed to be filmed.

- But! Its perfectly legal to say that the 2nd time Bill fucks Eddie - the 3rd, the 4th, the 5th and the 6th and all the times that follow - are done completely for free!

- Ben jokes to Richie privately about them going to need to move into a bigger house if Bill keeps adding people to this relationship.

- It becomes less of a joke and more of a reality as Eddie moves permanently to Los Angeles 6 months (and lots of trips to LA) later.

- And thats it. Theyre nearly there. There’s just one more thing missing. One more piece to the puzzle. Bill doesn’t know why he feels this way. He just does.

- Luckily Mike Hanlon (aka as mikey-mike) has been unknowingly working away on this very thing for months. Not that he would have dared to assume that anything would happen when he slid into billoncam’s DM’s 18 months ago.

- He’s just a country boy from bumfuck nowhere. There’s no reality in this universe where he and the likes of billoncam would ever cross paths. But he enjoys talking to him. They have a lot of laughs. And Bill is surprisingly sweet and very well spoken. They like a lot of the same things. The same literature, the same sports teams. Bill is always asking after the animals on Mike’s family’s farm. Mike wishes he could get to know him better. 

- Bill wants the same thing. He’d give anything to meet the sweet-souled farmboy from Maine who brightens Bill’s day whenever he gets a new message from him. I mean, it helps that he’s also gorgeous with the most wonderful smile, but thats beside the point.

- Bill ends up putting his money where his mouth is. Just enough to buy a return plane ticket to LA, so that Mike can come visit him, and cover the cost of a hotel room (ya know, in case he doesn’t want to stay with Bill and the rest of them. Bill would never want to make him uncomfortable).

- Needless to say Mike fits right into the family almost immediately. 

- its a couple of months later and billoncam still exists, but its like a relic now. Bill pours all his creative energy into his new channel “the-lucky-seven”. Its a channel shared by everyone and its outrageously popular. Sure there are still a few individuals who are too shy or anxious to show their faces but the audience doesn’t seem to care. There’s so much variety to be found on the channel. Different combinations of people doing a live cam nearly every second day. 

- they’re all unapologetic, they all love each other, and they don’t mind sharing it with the world. 

- :) :) :) :) B) :) :)

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Did I really just write a romance story about camming? Why yes, I think I did. Ha Ha. Hope you enjoyed. :)

[sbwriel-cymraeg]

Eddie Kaspbrak deserved better.

Let me start with this. IT, written by Stephen King, made into a movie in 2017 and then another in 2019, about a clown with a big forehead, who likes dining on children, and gets his ass kicked by a group of teenage misfits (and then again when said misfits are just about past their midlife crisis). It's a horror, it's creepy and it's gross, now you see, I don't do horrors. I'm an absolute wuss. I can't even walk into a creepy abandoned building without a plank of wood in my hand for protection, and at least two people on either side of me who would obviously be kidnapped first (and that gives me enough time to scream and run away). Anyway, I don't like horrors. So you can probably guess that there was no way in hell, or earth, that I would be watching something that involved a terrifying monster who drools as much as a bulldog (he should seriously get that checked). No way I was going to read the book, as much as I love reading, and wouldn't even consider the original from the 90s although the 90s rules the movie scene (don't argue, we all know Jurassic Park is the best movie of all time). But the thing was, I have a friend, and he can be very persuading (in the form of pizza and snacks) and also, I'm a huge McAvoy fan, and James Ransone, I've never seen that guy before but well, when I saw him in the trailer, hello handsome. And don't get me started on Bill Hader, man do I fancy that bloke... Anyway I'm going off topic. So blah blah, we end up sitting down one night, with our buffet and many cups of tea, and weirdly, we start watching IT Chapter 2 first, because he wanted to see it since it was new. I go into it with no bloody clue what was going on, who was who, why parents would let their kid out in the rain by themselves, or how nobody noticed a load of bodies leaking out of the sewer. I was asking alot of questions. But, here's the thing. Onto the whole point of this rant. Eddie Kaspbrak. Eddie Spaghetti. Eds. The cute, little, angry man who instantly caught my attention (not just by the fact that Mr Ransone is a handsome S.O.B). From the moment he sped down the road in his posh jeep, yelling at other drivers (I feel your pain Eds) to crashing said posh jeep because he was distracted by a phone call (bad Eddie!) He instantly stole my 28 year old, attracted to dark and handsome older men, heart. Of course, I had no clue about these characters, all I saw was cute, angry man, funny dork with glasses, red headed lady, that guy from New Zealand, man who lasted five seconds, handsome librarian, and Professor X, and of course that clown that lives in the drain. So, as the movie went on, Eddie became my number one (Richie following behind in second). I learnt all about him from my friend, and more about him during the film, and couldn't help but feel sorry for the little bastard. He had a wife that I could tell he didn't love who treated him like doodoo, as a kid his dearest mom was overprotective, controlling and gave him freaking placebos to make him think he was ill (the fuck Mrs K?), that made him so nervous about getting sick and paranoid beyond belief, and I mean, his job wasn't the most exciting. Not to mention he has anxiety worse than a nun in a whore house, and was obviously afraid the most out of the group. And then, AND THEN, the film decides to drop some hints about Richie. Ah, dearest Richie, who has perfect taste in men. He's in love with Eddie. In. Freaking. Love with him. You could tell by the way he was so protective of him, constantly made fun of him (we all know that's how dudes get their crushes attention) and of course, R + E. So, of course, nearing the end of the movie, there's me grinning like an idiot, having the thought of Eddie and Richie getting out of the final fight untouched, Richie declaring his undying love for his Eddie Spaghetti, Eddie admitting his feelings for his Trashmouth, getting a kiss in there, Eds declaring he was divorcing him moth- sorry, wife, and the two walking into the sunset to start a new life together, in a nice cottage in the hills, getting married, having three kids, five dogs, ten cats, and living happily ever after. But then, my hopes and dreams were shattered. Stephen, I'm looking at you. They killed Eddie. THEY KILLED EDDIE! EDDIE! Out of all the FREAKING characters they could have booted off, they chose Eddie the rage monster, the little man with a big personality, the least deserving to freaking die in my opinion. Stephen, how could you? How could you?! Why did he have to die? Why did they have to end his life that way? Why couldn't he have a happy ending like the rest of the Losers? Not including Richie of course. Oh no, they didn't just fuck Eddie over, they also fucked over Richie. Killing the love of his life, right after he saves him, bleeding all over his big ass glasses, calling his name softly, looking at him with his big, brown eyes. Yep, Richie probably went home after the Kissing Bridge and thought about Eddie every damn day of his life. But no, they didn't just kill Eddie, oh no no, they went a step further. They left his body to rot in the sewers. Yes Andy, I'm glaring at you, you evil, evil man. They didn't take the route that Mr King took in his book, or from the original IT movie (yes I watched that later on too) no, Mr A decided to have Eddie die all alone whilst the Losers finished off Pennywise, then have Richie go back and see his dead body, freak out and have hope that they can save him, hug him tight, and not let him go. And then, oh boy, and then, they have Mike and Ben literally FORCE Richie off of Eddie, and DRAG him out of the sewers. WITHOUT EDDIE. I'm sorry Mr Andy, but tell me, how could they, Eddie's best friends, the ones who were always there for him, who they loved and adored, leave Eddie there in the sewers, all alone, in the dark, dirty, graveyard that would have had Eddie crying at the thought? It didn't make ANY sense to me. If Ben and Mike had the strength to drag a struggling, six foot something Richie away from Eddie, then surely they could have picked Eddie up between them, and got him out of there. If I was Richie, I would have decked the lot of them, Losers or not. And that's where I got pretty darn mad. Eddie didn't deserve that shit. For one, he didn't deserve to die. And two, he didn't deserve to be left down there, to slowly decay. He should have been pulled out by his friends, Richie could have had a moment with him, Eddie could have been given a funeral where his friends, and especially Richie could have said goodbye. Then, they'd have had somewere where they could memorialise him, go back and place flowers and silly things like inhalers and red shorts on his headstone, have a get together and remember him and talk to him, somewhere where Richie could always go to, knowing that Eddie was put to rest properly, and somewhere were he could sit and cry to himself, remembering all the fucking good times they had as kids and how god damn hard he fell for the crazy little shit. But, nah, we'll just leave him in the sewers, under a collapsed house, somewhere the Losers wouldn't want to visit again, somewhere they can't have a funeral, can't put Eddie to rest, somewhere that has too many bad memories and would remind everyone of how exactly Eddie lost his life. So yeah, you can say I'm pretty mad about all of that. I know he's a fictional character, but damn, he didn't deserve that shit. Neither did Richie. And to make it worse, when I watched the first movie afterwards, Eddie was just as freaking hilarious, and ridiculous as his older self. Little Eddie was a force to be reckoned with, he was definitely still my favourite even as a kid. The dude who played him, huge kudos to him. How could you not like tiny Eddie? It also showed me a lot more about how Eddie grew up, by that I mean how his mother really did treat him, and boy did I hate the fact that he died even more! So yeah, I may have gone off on one a tad... I couldn't help myself, Eddie Kaspbrak has now got a big place in the fictional character side of my heart. Just goes to show just how much actors can make an impact on people's lives, and how real they make them seem! So, I've said my part, and it's pretty obvious what I think about the ending to Mr Spaghetti's story. Encase you didn't get how I feel about it, it sucked. Eddie Kaspbrak should have lived. Should have had a second chance, especially with Richie! Not all movies follow the ending of books, so why did this one have to? Why did Ben and Redhead get to have a happily ever after and Richie and Eddie didn't? Why didn't they at least make his death meaningful and give him the send off he deserved? In other words, Eddie deserved better. That should be the motto of the movie. That's me signing off, I'm going to go be mad somewhere else, because I'll never get over this movie. I'm a huge fan now, but man, the ending was as bad as Bill's endings. Oh and uh, fuck you Pennywise. Oh, also, if anyone's going to Wales Comic con this Saturday (you should, because James Ransone will be there, I know right, what are the chances?) come say hi. I'll be dressed in a yellow raincoat and green wellies, holding a red balloon... Don't ask why, I just like the colours. See you later, Losers.

[bi-bi-richie]

The Stars and the Moon, He Hung Them Just For You ( 4 / 12 )

“Hey, uh…” Eddie cleared his throat, “I’m kinda alone tonight… not kinda- I am alone tonight. A-and I’m not alone very often, see, and I was wondering… Do you wanna come over?”

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Richie was packing his things into his backpack after work one Friday night. It had been earlier that week when Eddie confessed everything to Richie, and he thought about it every moment he was with him. He still repressed his feelings for Eddie, and he was still uncertain about how he really felt regarding his sexuality. Richie especially didn’t mention it to his parents, he was deathly afraid of telling them about how he feels, the last thing he needed was for them to start packing their bags again. He kept all his feelings to himself, as he always had.

As he slung his backpack over his shoulder, he felt a smaller hand grab his elbow. He didn’t flinch this time though, Richie found that he loved being touched by Eddie. He was hesitant to relax into his touches, but he always found a sort of comfort in it. Comforted by the idea of someone wanting to touch him.

“Hey, uh…” Eddie cleared his throat, “I’m kinda alone tonight… not kinda- I am alone tonight. A-and I’m not alone very often, see, and I was wondering… Do you wanna come over?”

Ah, Richie hadn’t actually been to someone else’s house since he was in elementary school. He doesn’t remember who, but he remembers having a good time, having fun and all that jazz. Richie didn’t know at the time, but his friend’s parents would call his parents and complain about how loud he was, how rude his jokes could be and how dirty of a child he was. The description didn’t fit the current Richie at all. Funny enough, Richie was a wild child all those years ago. He would bounce off the walls and never get tired. He lived off ice cream and gummy worms and nobody could stop him. Richie wonders sometimes if that same boy lives underneath all the anxiety built up in his past, but at this point, he doesn’t think he’d fit the role anymore.

However, Richie started to feel… happier around Eddie. He remained skeptical, and he didn’t speak too much, but Richie started to relax around Eddie. He felt safe around Eddie, and Richie never felt safe around people that weren’t his own parents in years. Shocking himself, Richie said the following words:

“I- yes. Yes, I do.”

…

After sending a frantic text to his parents about how he was being kept behind for work purposes, Richie followed Eddie to his house that wasn’t too far from the museum. Richie felt grateful that he walked that morning as well, also that he didn’t have to trust Eddie to drive him safely. Richie thought of himself as the most nervous passenger ever in a car, and he really wasn’t sure if he wanted Eddie to see that side of him.

“I’m gonna be honest,” Eddie breathed out, “I didn’t think you’d actually come with me…”

Richie shifted his head to look at Eddie. Eddie looked… relieved, excited even. It threw Richie for a loop in his own mind because he never thought Eddie would wanna hang out with him outside of work. He barely thought Eddie wanted to see him at work anyway.

“You’re very nice,” Richie started slowly, “it’s hard to not wanna be around nice people.”

Eddie smiles and nods his head as he turns to look back at the street. Richie feels a little proud at the fact that he could make Eddie smile. Richie thinks about how he wants to make Eddie smile more, how he wants to be the one who makes him smile like that. He tries to push those thoughts away though, he doesn’t make jokes like he used to. Richie used to love to make jokes, he couldn’t go a few minutes without spewing some sort of joke out of his loud, braced up mouth. But, Jokes had a nasty habit of getting his glasses broken and his nose bloodied. Eventually, he couldn’t even find strength in himself to make jokes. But Eddie’s smile makes him want to, he makes him wanna laugh again.

“This could still totally be a kidnapping, though.” Richie blurts before he can even think about what he’s saying.

Eddie pauses for a second, his face is unreadable. In a matter of seconds, Richie’s mind bounces from I never should’ve said that, to, wait, is this a kidnapping? He stops thinking as hard when he sees Eddie’s face split into a grin and those sweet giggles spill from his lips.

“Didn’t know you could joke,” Eddie said between his giggles. Relief washes over Richie like a hot shower, and he relishes in the fact that he made Eddie smile again. He nods his head and surprisingly smiles himself.

“I guess I can,” he says, his voice airy and relaxed. Something his voice rarely sounds like.

“C’mon,” Eddie says, his voice mirroring Richie’s own, “this is my place.”

Eddie’s house was nice. It had clean wood floors, white walls, huge windows, and pretty lighting. Richie thinks it suits Eddie, all of it except for the size. The house was pretty big, suited for a family of four or five no doubt. It was obvious that Eddie’s two-person family didn’t need a house this big, but he wouldn’t mention it. Maybe that was a dumb thing to pick up on.

“Your house is very nice,” Richie says, this time his voice is at a normal level rather than whispering, and relaxed all the same.

“Thanks, it’s so big I get lost sometimes,” he chuckles. “My room? Or stay here?”

“Uh… you choose,” Richie mutters, he’s not very skilled in decision making.

Eddie hums lightly and nods his head a bit, putting on a fake show of deciding what they were gonna do, but he already knew what he wanted.

“My room? I have a tv up there, and I guarantee my bed is more comfortable than a plastic covered couch.” Eddie gestured to the couch right next to them, one that Richie swore he saw once upon a time in his grandma’s house.

Richie laughs, there’s no doubt that’d be terribly uncomfortable. “I’ll go where you go.”

Eddie doesn’t respond, he’s watching Richie with an admirable look nobody has ever given him before. Richie feels like he should say something, but there’s just something in the way his eyes shine that stops him from saying anything at all. It’s Eddie to eventually breaks the silence.

“I like your laugh,” he says almost dreamily. Richie twisted his head slightly to the right, nobody had ever liked his laugh before. People usually rolled their eyes at Richie’s laugh, told him to shut up. Most people moved as far away from him as they could when he laughed. Now here’s Eddie Kaspbrak, one of the sweetest people in the entire world, telling Richie Tozier, one of the most annoying people in the world (as he’s been told), that he likes his laugh.

“Uh…” Richie swallowed the lump in his throat, “I like to laugh.” It was true, although he rarely laughed anymore, he still loved it when he did.

“Why don’t you laugh more?” Richie felt wonder in his voice, not childlike, but just wonder. Why doesn’t he laugh? Why is a different side of Richie poking out tonight? What is he really like? Richie wishes he knew the answer to that last question more than Eddie.

“Ask me another time, okay?” Eddie nods, then he strolls into the kitchen.

“I figure we can watch a movie, I have a bit of a collection upstairs but I’ll be honest half of it is Star Wars.”

Richie felt his heart swoop with excitement. “Wait you have Star Wars? Like, the original three?”

Eddie got visibly excited too, his eyes lit up and his mouth curled upwards into a bright smile. “Of course I do! You wanna watch them?”

“Well, y’know, only if you want to-”

“Rich, how can I say no when your eyes light up like that? Plus, I didn’t buy them so they can look pretty on my shelf.”

Richie laughed again, and it felt so good. Eddie nodded his head at nothing, then started pulling snacks out of his pantry.

…

“Okay, be honest,” Eddie said through giggles he couldn’t contain. “Which Star Wars movie is the gayest?”

Richie barked out a laugh at his question, he was holding his sides and his stomach was cramping up from laughing so hard. It had to of been at least three hours at this point, they were into their second movie and somehow Eddie had gotten Richie to laugh like he never had. Richie felt incredible too, he felt invincible, like the words from his past could never hurt him again because Eddie Kaspbrak is here and Eddie Kaspbrak thinks he’s funny and lovable and accepts Richie as his friend. Richie’s never felt so giddy, so free.

“A New Hope! Obviously, Luke can’t keep it in his pants when he looks at Han!”

Eddie’s whole body is wrecked from the laugh he lets out, it shakes him from the bottom to the top and Richie swears in his drunk-on-happiness state that nobody has ever looked more adorable than him.

“Han is such a chaotic bisexual, he literally has a thing for both these twins it’s amazing.”

Richie’s giggles slow down when he hears Eddie mention being bisexual. Richie had wondered since Eddie’s break down at work if bisexuality was included in the list of things that were okay as far as sexuality went, Eddie never mentioned it, and Richie was always too afraid to ask. But here and now, Richie feels brave enough to ask.

“You think he’s bisexual?” Richie asks slowly.

Eddie tilts his head to the side a bit, his smile never faltering but his eyes did soften.

“Anyone can be bisexual, if anyone is, it’s Han Solo.”

Richie smiles again. Slowly, he rests his head on Eddie’s lap and giggles more into them, tickling Eddie mercilessly but Eddie never told him to move. Richie never felt so at bliss before, and he never wanted it to end.

He doesn’t even realize when he’s fallen asleep.

[floralreddie]

123, 129, and 130 ♥️

123: Let me help you with that, 129: Don’t fuck this up, and 130: Run! 

AU

Pairing: Reddie

Warnings: Swearing

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Eddie Kaspbrak was new in town, and Richie Tozier thought he was just about the cutest thing since Bill and Stan first got together.

Now he hadn’t exactly been subtle about his crush on the lean, short (well, shorter than the giraffe that was Richie), and dark haired teen. Eddie sat next to Richie in English Lit, and Richie all but flirted with the boy all throughout the class. Not only that, but he made special fucking sure that all the kids in school knew not to fuck with the very obviously gay new kid.

He all but headbutted Greta the Gremlin when he heard her calling Eddie a fag. Richie, now 6′2 and friends with the Quarterback (Mike), the Captain of the Lacrosse team (Bill), and the scariest human being alive (Bev), was well aware that he was all but untouchable, despite his eccentric ways, massive glasses, and open bisexuality. 

It was why everyone stopped picking on him, Ben and Stan, the slightly less cool ones of the group

And despite the fact that Eddie Kaspbrak, new boy to Derry, snapped and glared at Richie through each one of Richie’s flirty remarks, Richie could see the blush on the boys cheeks and the tugging of his lips into that cute little smile. He also knew that despite the fact that Eddie had very little friends (and now not even the bullies spoke to him; not after Mike pushed Bowers away from Eddie in the hallway a week ago). Eddie Kaspbrak is quiet, but Richie knows that there is a fire beneath the surface, and he wants to see it.

It’s why, two months after Eddie moved to Derry, Richie pounces on the opportunity to approach Eddie when he finds the boy at the furthest end of the student car park at lunch one Friday afternoon. 

Because Eddie…Eddie was fucking vandalising Patrick Hockstetter’s battered car in broad daylight, in the middle of the empty car park with the pale blue hood of his hoodie pulled up around his face.

Richie approaches him from behind, pretty sure he’s half in love with this little mad boy. ‘Let me help you with that,’ he says, at the same moment that Eddie right about jumps out of his skin and all but falls from his crouch and onto his butt.

‘Fuck!’ he yelps, turning to glare at Richie as the taller of the two ducks to sit beside Eddie. Richie ignores the heavily breathing boy, and instead cocks a dark brow at the crudely spray painted blue penis on Hockstetter’s car.

‘Oh, Eddie,’ Richie sighs. ‘Weak’.

Eddie’s face darkens from a mortified pink to an angry red as Richie cracks a smile and pushes up his glasses. The action has Eddie glancing from Richie’s eyes, to his lips, and then back to his face. Richie grins even wider. ‘I don’t fucking know,’ Eddie snaps. ‘He called me a fag again today, and I’m getting a little tired of it’.

Richie almost feels proud.

Richie huffs and pushes his dark hair from his face. ‘I figured that with all the Loser’s helping out in keeping those ass-holes at bay, they’d leave you the fuck alone’.

he looks back to Eddie find the boy staring out of his hood with pink cheeks and wide brown eyes. ‘You…you got your friends to do that?’

Richie shrugs. ‘They could be your friends if you would freaking accept my offer to eat lunch with us, Ed’s’.

‘Don’t call me that!’

Richie rolls his eyes. ‘Gimme that. This is a piss poor dick. Aren’t you supposed to be gay?’ He ignores Eddie bountiful insults as he snatches the spray-can from the dark haired teens hands. ‘Thank God one of us knows our way around a dick,’ Richie quips, before winking at Eddie.

Eddie, in return, throws Richie the most wonderful grimace Richie has ever seen, whilst also rolling his eyes and saying, ‘Well, don’t fuck this up’.

Richie doesn’t miss the way Eddie blushes.

Richie does a pretty fucking good job at fixing Eddie’s pre-school art penis, if he does say so himself. Veins, hair, balls - the lot. Eddie even gives him a half concerned look when Richie finishes it.

‘That’s…oddly vivid,’ Eddie says slowly. 

‘Thanks!’ Richie replies happily. ‘Now, we better get going in. Bells gonna ring soon, and I-’

‘Holy shit!’ Eddie yelps, ducks close so close to Richie that their noses nearly start touching. Richie cuts himself off, cheeks hot and eyes wide. ‘Bowers is coming out - shit, he’s probably going for a cigarette. We’ve gotta go!’

Richie is still staring at the freckles on Eddie’s nose, wonder in his gaze.

‘Richie!’ Eddie snaps, hands wrapping around the Trashmouth’s arm. ‘Run!’

They do, and Richie isn’t quite sure how he ends up with Eddie’s hand in his, but all he knows is that Eddie has soft skin and he’s pretty fucking strong for someone so much shorter than Richie, considering how quickly he tugs Richie to his feet and yanks him through the bush and around the East side of the building.

They stop once they reach the entrance to the south side of the building, their cheeks pink and their hands still entwined. Eddie looks and Richie and Richie looks at Eddie, and they’re breathing hard and they’re eyes are glassy.

It’s Eddie who starts laughing first.

‘That was fucking close!’ he cackles.

‘Shit, Ed’s, you’ve got fucking balls!’ Richie replies, grin wide and fingers tight around Eddie’s. Then Eddie stops laughing, and looks down at their hands, joined between them. He coughs, goes pink, and looks up at Richie.

He doesn’t let go, though.

Instead, he says, ‘So, er, yesterday in English…you mentioned that you and your friends were going to some place called the Quarry tonight…does,’ he swallows and stares up at Richie. ‘Does the offer still stand?’

Richie just grins, brings Eddie’s hand up to his mouth, says, ‘With the way that you just valiantly saved me from the dragon, kind ser? Of course’, and pressed a kiss to Eddie’s wrist that has the boy blushing fifty shades of red.

‘Quit it, Richie!’

[stansbooty]

unspoken thing // reddie au

“When are we gonna do something about this unspoken thing between us?”

warnings: none

words: 1747

ao3 link

chapter 1: freshman year

When Eddie first met Richie in his freshman science class his first thought was, “shit”. Because this was the exact type of guy he didn’t like. The type of guy who was attractive and charismatic but had an uncaring aura about him. The type of guy who could charm his way through life with a flash of his pearly whites. The type of guy that girls literally fawned over. The type of guy who knew all this and used it to his advantage.

Eddie didn’t speak to him in class. Or anywhere for that matter. So all of this character analysis of the boy was done from his seat in the back of the classroom or random encounters in the hallway. His best friend Bill was sure to remind him that there was no way to know if this Richie guy was all that bad if he had never spoken to him. And realistically, Eddie knew this, but it didn’t stop him from giving in to his gut feeling that this guy just annoyed the hell out of him.

Richie talked out loud during class when it wasn’t necessary and no matter how irrelevant his comments were, the teacher never cared. He would laugh along with Richie and continue the lesson, sometimes even stopping the class to have a short conversation. This made Eddie clench his pencil in his hand tightly, glaring at the back of Richie’s head, his dark curls seemingly mocking him as they shook with laughter.

In fact, most of Eddie’s time in the class was spent with him glaring at the back of Richie’s head. He sometimes found himself not paying attention to class as much as he should and his lab partner, Mike, even occasionally waved his hand in front of his face to make sure Eddie was all there. In those situations, Eddie would just smile at his partner and go back to work while Mike gave him a suspicious look.

This went on for nearly the whole school year. The same thing every week. Eddie would glare in science, Eddie would glare in the hallways, Eddie would glare at lunch. He would scoff whenever Richie spoke and roll his eyes when someone mentioned him (mostly Stan, he talked about Richie quite often). But he never did anything else. He never had a conversation with the guy he grew to dislike so much and Richie didn’t even so much as glance to the back of the classroom, so as far as Eddie was concerned, the boy didn’t know he existed.

It wasn’t until February of his freshman year that anyone brought up Richie directly to Eddie and it was a slightly annoyed Stan who mentioned him.

“Why do you hate Richie Tozier so much?” Stan had sat down at the lunch table and set his food down with a slight slam.

Eddie squinted his eyes in confusion. “I don’t hate him. He’s in my science class and he’s annoying.”

“You don’t know him!” Stan exclaimed.

“And I don’t have a desire to, Stan.” Eddie responded.

Each of the four boys at the lunch table had a different emotion displayed across their face. Eddie was confused. Bill was looking at Stan with an upset, huffy face. Mike looked amused as he looked back and forth between Stan and Eddie. But Stan, his lips were pursed, arms crossed, and eyes locked onto Eddie’s.

“Well, I think he’s great.” Stan continued, “He always seems to help out, even if he can be a bit…energetic.”

Eddie had to resist his sudden urge to roll his eyes. “Not all of us have a blatant crush on the trashmouth, Stanley.”

Stan’s mouth fell open. “A-a crush? What, no, that’s not…No. He’s just helpful, a-and nice.”

“Eddie, you have no room to talk about blatant crushes.” Mike spoke up.

The smaller boy’s head whipped around to look at him. “What?”

“W-why didn’t you t-tell me?” Bill smiled.

“Because I don’t have a crush!” Eddie exclaimed.

“You don’t think I can see through this ‘hate’ of Tozier and know why you actually stare at him in science all day?”

“What?” Stan’s eyebrows raised in suspicion.

Eddie scoffed. “Please, if you think that I could ever in my heart like that boy, you’re crazy. Like, ‘you should see a doctor’ crazy.”

Mike drops the subject but Eddie doesn’t miss the way that Stan keeps staring at him.

The next time Richie Tozier makes his way into Eddie’s life is when Stan begs his friends to go to a baseball game with him (Richie is on the baseball team, but Stan simply says he wants to support his school). Bill and Mike are busy, but Eddie has no excuse. He ends up being picked up by Stan’s mom, Stan beaming in the front seat, and Eddie staying quiet in the back of the car until they arrive at the park where the game would be. They’re playing a rival school so the stands are decently full and Stan and Eddie end up sitting next to a girl Eddie knows as Beverly Marsh (apparently, she’s in Stan’s English class).

Eddie sits on the end of the metal bleachers, staring at the teams warming up as Stan and Beverly talk about something in their class. Eddie catches a glimpse of curly dark hair out of the corner of his eye and his heart rate picks up. Richie sends one of his flashing grins up to the stands and waves, obviously directing it at someone.

That someone was Beverly, who stood up and cheered. “Good luck, Tozier!”

Stan’s face turned red. “You know him?”

She beamed and looked over at Stan. “He’s my best friend, has been since the first grade.”

“Oh.” Stan mumbled and looked over to the field.

Eddie sighed at his hopeless friend and looked back at the field.

The game isn’t bad, Eddie could admit. The energy of the crowd is great and Beverly is energetic and loud in all the right ways, making sure Eddie is a part of the conversation but also screaming at the field (her boyfriend, Ben, was on the team and she made sure she yelled words of encouragement to him as well as to her best friend). Stan tried to seem completely neutral but Eddie noticed he only seemed to be cheering for Richie. Eddie yelled along when everyone else did but he’d never been that into baseball.

After the game (they won by one point), Beverly dragged Stan and Eddie by the hands over to where her boyfriend was. Ben was a sweaty mess of a boy with such a kind face that Eddie felt like he could instantly trust him. Bev wrapped her arms around him, not caring about his sweat-drenched clothing.

“You did great!” She pressed a big kiss to his cheek and he smiled down at her.

“Hi, guys!” Ben reached out to shake their hands with Bev still hanging on him. “You friends of Bev’s?”

“Yeah!” Bev answered before they could. “This is Stan, he’s in my English class. And this is Eddie.”

Stan looked as if he was going to say something when a loud voice interrupted him.

“Beverly Marsh, my biggest fan!” Richie Tozier strutted over to their little group, wrapping an arm around Bev and Ben, placing kisses on both of their cheeks. “And of course, how could I forget about dear Ben.”

“Your ass looked great out there.” Beverly winked at him and Ben playfully rolled his eyes.

Eddie glanced between the three of them with squinted eyes, more out of confusion than anything else. When he flicked his eyes over to Stan, his face was red, gaze locked on Richie and his sweaty curls pressed to his face.

“I don’t believe we’ve met.” Richie let go of his friends and took a step towards them. He bowed slightly, smiling up at them. “Richie Tozier, at your service.”

“Um, I’m Stan.” His eyes are wide and he shot out a hand to shake Richie’s.

“Oh, so formal, Stan.” Richie shook his hand, eyes twinkling. “Stan the man.”

Stan squeaked so quietly that only Eddie could hear him.

“And hello there, cutie.” The curly haired boy turned his body to Eddie’s.

“I’m Eddie.” His response is short.

“I know you,” Richie smirked. “I tend to remember cute boys in my science classes.”

Eddie pursed his lips. “Sorry, I figured you were too busy mouthing off to notice anything in that class.”

Beverly threw her head back in a cackle and the corners of Richie’s mouth turned up in amusement. “Alright, Eds.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Feisty one. I like that.” Richie attempted to wrap an arm around Eddie but he quickly shrugged it off. “Remind me to talk to you more.”

Richie didn’t talk to Eddie more. In fact, things go back to normal besides the fact that Beverly and Ben say hi to him in the hallways. Stan and Eddie get into the first fight of their decade of friendship after the baseball game, Stan (still claiming he didn’t like Richie) yelling at Eddie for flirting with Richie and letting him feel like an idiot. It took an hour of convincing and Stan finally confessing his feelings for them to make up.

Eddie could swear that during science, Richie’s eyes make their way to Eddie’s side of the room during his daily performances of outrageousness. But he thinks it’s probably just his mind playing tricks. Richie still annoyed him just as much as he did before but now, Eddie knew that he’s aware of his existence. He doesn’t complain about him anymore to his friends, no matter how infuriating his behavior in the class that day was. Stan also decided to mention him less in public, saving the gushing for when him and Eddie are alone and he could speak without anyone clueing in on his secret.

When Eddie saw Richie in the hallways, his eyes tended to follow the curly haired boy for a bit longer than necessary. He told himself it’s because he’s trying to see what Stan sees in him. Richie was loud and crude. He’s all limbs and no grace. He’s messy and a bit arrogant. But whenever he smiled, a grin that stretched over his face and reached his eyes that sparkled with mischief, Eddie guessed he could see something.

But it didn’t really matter. Eddie wasn’t a fan of Richie Tozier. And Richie lived his life without Eddie Kaspbrak.

[oaf-inactive]

(1/3) oooh god this chapter. “Hey, Eddie Kaspbrak, can you put my spaghetti on the phone please?” stop right now !!! “MY” spaghetti and then Eddie thinking he’s in love with Richie? and staying up a little while longer just to talk to him even though he’s dead tired. WHAT’RE THEY SO CUTE FOR my life span increases by 10 years when reading about stenbranlon’s relationship jsyk okay so i think richie has a thing about alcohol. like maybe the last time he was at a party something happened or

(2/3) something in his home life?? but i definitely feel that he’s uncomfortable with it for some reason, plus that last time when he didn’t go to Bill’s despite being invited he seemed obviously uncomfortable at the mention of the fact there would be alcohol. so! another thing i’m looking out for to be revealed also since we know for sure Richie’s not a werewolf (you’ve only said it a dozen times 🤧) i feel like he may have been having a panic attack in there :( i could be way off but (3/3) that’s just what it seems like to me, and now i’m really out here worried about a fictional character based off of a fictional character thanks STELL no but i’m excited for the next chapter whenever it may come!! take ur time, i hope you’re well 💓

aaaa this made my day ur so sweet. thank u so much!

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It’s Strange - Chapter 1

Just another cloudy day in the town of Derry, Maine, along with Hawkins, another nearby town. September is back, summer is over, and it’s just the start of another school year. “Oh my god Mike, stop drinking out of the carton, you’re worse than Richie!” Nancy scolds. “Does this look like I care?” Mike sneers “How come you’re so obsessed with me, Nance?” says Richie cockily, “Heard you talking about me.” Nancy rolls her eyes and leaves the kitchen, shortly heading out the door and on her way to Johnathan’s. Why do I have to have twin brothers? They’re a pain in the ass! Nancy thought “Morning, nerd.” Richie said smuggly, grabbing the carton of milk from Mike’s hand. “Hey I wasn’t finished, asshole!” “Mine now, dipshit.” At first their four year old sister, Holly looked at Mike while he took the carton, then her eyes widened again while watching Richie chug it down. “The hell you looking at, pixie?” said Richie “Nerd.” Holly says, after learning a new word. Mike chuckles, Karma for you, bitchy Richie. “Hey don’t be laughing you douchebag!” Richie complains “I’m the older one here, by seven minutes,“ says Mike, "I can do what I like.”

"Don’t need to remind me every fucking time.” That was one of the differences between Mike and Richie, along with each having two different personalities, and different last names. Mike has their dad’s last name, while Richie has their mother’s maiden name. Long story cut short; Karen had made that decision so people wouldn’t mix the two up. Their mom had left for work early, Nancy left for school early, and their dad is out in the living room resting in the La-Z-Boy chair, almost falling asleep again. Awkward silence rings in the kitchen for a bit, neither Mike or Richie saying anything, until Holly comes in with a surprise. “Nerds!” Holly comes in, repeating over and over, obviously referring to the pair of them Holly is saying a lot more than she did before, after learning more vocabulary from pre-school. “Holly, shut up!” Mike lectures Followed by Holly blowing a raspberry, then skipping into the living room. “Richie, why did you have to say that in front of her?” Mike says, annoyed. “Hey, not my fault I’m twins with a nerd.” “Piss off, Richard.”

It was 8 am, and Eleven was woken up by the sound of birds outside, followed by the voice of her father. Well, adopted father. “Jane, you up yet?” he calls out Eleven rubs her eyes, followed by “Yes…dad.” She still wasn’t used to calling anyone dad, even after nine months of living with him. Considering the fact that Jim Hopper was the first to take her under their care without the intent of doing anything sinister. Eleven suffered a bit of post traumatic stress, but she didn’t let that overcome her. She still used her telekinetic powers, but only when it was really important or feels the need to. “Eleven! Eggos are ready!” Hopper calls out, butting in her thoughts. Eleven makes her way out to the kitchen, and sits on the table, across from her adopted father. There was a bit of silence for about half a minute, not the awkward type of silence, but rather, a comforting silence between the two. “So, got a long day, and I would like you to watch the house for a while. Make sure you catch up on your readings.” says Hopper “I will, dad.” says Eleven. Eleven had been homeschooled ever since Hopper took her under his care, he kept her homeschooled so nothing bad would happen. “Dad, when will I go to a real school?” Eleven asks, “I’d like to see Mike and my other friends more.” Hopper sighs, thinking. “I know I was with them over the summer and during the year, but still.” Eleven says “You will, don’t worry.” says Jim, “Just need to make sure everything is in good hands first. I’m sure we’ll get you to school within another year or two, just in time for high school.” “Got it.“ Jim gets up from the table after a few minutes, clearing his throat. “So, I have to get going into town, I should be back around five.” “Bye dad.” says Eleven. “Love you, be good.” Hopper replies, closing the door behind him. Eleven watches as his car pulls out, driving down the country road and out of sight. From where they lived, they lived in a remote cabin about 20-30 minutes away from Hawkins-Derry. Derry and Hawkins were two towns right next to each other, Hawkins being slightly smaller than Derry, with a population of 6,000, whereas Derry had a population of about 30,000. The towns weren’t that big, so you could get over from one town to the other in just a 10-20 minute bike ride, or 5-10 minute drive. She remembers first meeting Mike’s twin brother, Richie, whom she remembered calling a mouth breather. Eleven had also met his friends Eddie, Bill, and the rest of the Losers club. Well, all except for Beverly, but instead Eddie’s twin sister, Ella, who had just become a new member of the losers club in the winter, after Bill asked Eddie if she wanted to join them. Eddie not wanting her to at first, but at the same time, didn’t care, since him and Ella got along better than they did when they were children. Besides, the rest of the Losers were insisting that she join them. Eddie said more than she did, though she was comfortable around them. Ella found herself to fit in a lot better with them than any other girl or peers, which made her apart of the losers club. Ella decided she was going to switch from St. Peter’s Private Academy, to Ninth Street Junior High, the same school her brother and the rest of the Losers went to, and just in time for the final year of junior high, grade nine. Besides, she hasn’t attended public school before, and wanted to give it a go.

Except for Mike Hanlon, who was still being homeschooled, but Eleven remembers him mentioning that he’s thinking about going to public school sometime in high school, and will convince his grandfather somehow.

Eleven looked at Ella, and noticed that Ella and Eddie had many similar features, the only difference was, Ella had blue eyes. They were the exact same height, even though Eddie was three minutes older. But Eddie will probably tower over her in another year or so. “I h-h-hope Beverly comes b-back, she was a good p-p-person.” Eleven remembers Bill saying “Yeah,” said Ben, “She really was.” Ben almost called Beverly pretty, but stopped himself when he remembered that Bill and Bev kissed the day before she left. “I hope we see her sometime.” said Ella “Hopefully.” Eleven grinned. “Oh for crying out loud guys, stop being so fucking serious, last thing I need is a headache from Ella the weirdo and some strange as fuck girl!” Richie rants. Ella gave Richie a punch in the arm. “Ow, what the fuck?” “Mouth breather.” Eleven mutters. Stan and Mike laughed at what Eleven had said. Ella and Eleven exchanged certain glances, and within those few seconds it was obvious that they already liked each other.

“Say that again!” said Mike (Hanlon), still chuckling. “Mouth breather?” Eleven repeated The pair laughed again, along Ben joining in. “We like you already.” said Stan “Don’t mind Richie,” said Mike (Wheeler), “He can be an asshat sometimes.” Although Mike and Richie had separate friend groups, which each went to different schools, the two gangs all got together sometimes, and when they did, they interacted well with each other. A year had passed since they all seen It. The clown. The demogorgon. Words can’t even describe what It was. It was like a shapeshifter of some sort. Attacking two different communities. The two gangs saw a different thing, which scarred them all for a long time, but seemed to forget about It over time. Eleven goes back to reality, finishes her breakfast, and lies down on the couch, opening the book Hopper had given her to read. ~ Nancy goes over to Johnathan’s house, and him and Steve are there waiting. “Come on guys, let’s go!” said Steve. “No wait,” said Johnathan, “We gotta wait for Will, remember?” Steve groans, followed by him calling out to Will to hurry up. “Coming! Can’t you wait two minutes?” said Will The four of them hopped into Johnathan’s car, Johnathan being the driver, Nancy being the front passenger, along with Steve and Will in the backseat. After they drop off Will to his school, the car falls quiet again. Nancy sighs of annoyance, breaking the silence. “What is it?” Johnathan asks “Brothers. They can be such a pain.” Nancy sighs “What happened with Michael and Richard now?” Steve asks “Just them with their usual attitudes, and their bickering.” says Nancy “Yeah, Will can get a bit moody too,” says Johnathan, “But that’s probably from past stress.” “Guys, don’t pay attention to your brothers,” Steve advises, “Boys can be assholes, especially at a young age.”

~

The rain pelted on the windows of the Kaspbrak’s house. Along with the faded paint on the edges of the house, slowly peeling off. Eddie and Ella’s mom, Sonia, often kept plants in the front yard, which hid the fact the house needed to be painted. “Come on Eddie!” Ella yells, “We’re going to miss the bus!” “I’m coming! Hold your damn horses.” Eddie muffles, eating the toast as fast as he could. After a few minutes, the pair are about to head out the door, until - “Eddie. Ella.” says their mom, “Aren’t you guys forgetting something?” They both take a deep breath, knowing their overbearing mother still wants a goodbye kiss, despite them being fourteen next month. After they’ve done that, they try for the door again, and get interrupted a second time. “Not so fast…” Sonia continues, “I got advice for the both of you. Eddie, make sure you keep that bottle of hand sanitizer with you at all times. And Ella, don’t sit on the toilet while on your menstrual cycle, blood attracts germs.” This made Eddie chuckle. Ella gave him a dirty look, and gave Eddie a quick push, rushing him out the door, clearly embarrassed their mother would say that in front of her BROTHER. ~ The new girl walks into Hawkins High School. She transferred there in April, but still hasn’t become accustomed to the place, so Emma was basically still the new girl. Catherine and her adoptive mother and adoptive sister, Lucy, moved back to Derry-Hawkins from England. Emma was still in high school, and Lucy now in college. Lucy was two years older than Emma, and the pair weren’t that close. Lucy had a snobby way about her, probably since her father left her and her mother at a young age. Catherine looked down at her wrist, which read that numbers 007. “Bloody hell, why the heck do you have a number on your wrist?” Lucy would often scoff. Their mom would often tell Emma to ignore Lucy’s comments. But honestly, she just wondered. She wondered the truth. Where she really came from, and why that number was written on her wrist. She never asked about it much, since her mother would always say the same thing, “You were adopted from a local orphanage back in England.” “You’re adoptedddddd” Lucy would tease So asking was pretty much useless, and she didn’t want to put too much worry on her hardworking, single mother. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a bang on the bathroom stall. “Hey slut, I know you’re in there!” Carol yelled. Tommy standing outside the lady’s room, listening to what Carol and her pose have to say next. “You can hide in there if you want, but that’s not going to hide the fact you slept with hundreds of guys before you moved here from that terrible toothed country, and knocked up this entire town during the summer!” Carol sneered. “Who said I did?” Emma answered back “None of your damn business who did,” said Carol, “But everyone knows about it!” She could hear them snickering in the bathroom. “Let’s get out of here before we catch an STD!” said one of Carol’s minions. Catherine steps out of the bathroom when she knows they’re gone. She steps out of the bathroom, afraid to go any further. Turning around the corner, she already notices the dirty looks she’s getting, along with whispers and snickers echoing throughout the hallway. Catherine runs back in the bathroom, too afraid to face reality. The bell rang for class. “Shit.” she mutters to herself 8:55, five minutes after the first bell had rung, but she was still afraid to move. She stepped out, to see two girls in the bathroom, looking over her way. But not exactly a dirty look this time. “…Hi.” she says, and makes her way out. ~ Within the next week or so, Eleven keeps having strange dreams. Dreams which she’s never had before. Last year she met her sister, Kali. But ever since Eleven had a funny feeling about Kali and her gang, she never heard or seen from them since. Could it have been her sister trying to telecommunicate with her? No, it couldn’t have been. The dreams Eleven have been having were of her mother, Terry. In the dream, was her getting knocked over the head, which seemed to have taken place before her or Kali were born. Eleven often woke up confused, but too afraid to really mention anything, she brushed it off as just “one of those dreams”. ~ It was Thursday, week two of school, and Emma was getting so used to the dirty looks she’s been receiving. 8:57, and she makes her way out of the bathroom stall, bumping into someone. “So sorry!” said Nancy “It’s ok.” Emma muttered Nancy looked at her for a minute. “Have we met before?” she asked. “No.” Emma responded. “I’m Nancy, and you are?” “…Emma.” “Nice name. Where are you from?” “England…I think.” Nancy looked at her with a confused expression. “What do you mean you think?” she asked. Emma shrugged in response. “Seriously, are you okay?” Nancy asked. That’s when she noticed it. Nancy noticed black markings on her wrist, in the form of a number. “Hey, what’s this on your -“ She pulled her arm back quickly “Sorry about that.”

She pauses for a few seconds.

“…Meet me back in here at 12:00 for lunch? We’ll talk later?” Nancy suggests 

“Yeah, sure.” says Emma *three hours later* Nancy paces around the bathroom, waiting for Emma to arrive. Footsteps are heard outside the bathroom, but instead comes in Carol. “If it isn’t bug-eyed Nancy,” Carol sneered, “I hope you had a terrible summer, you dating that psychopath who kidnapped his own brother -“ “He didn’t kidnap him!” Nancy protested. “You’re right,” says Carol, “You and Steve helped too, you did that so you guys could get attention back you lost from when we used to be friends! I still can’t believe you and Steve came near us.” Carol’s posse shrieked with annoying laughter, as Nancy said nothing. The sound of Tommy outside the bathroom could be heard grunting, then fall. Emma walks in. “Leave her alone. Now.” she says sternly. “Says the girl who fucked the entire school. What the hell did you just do to my boyfriend out there?!” Carol shrieks Before she could go any closer, Carol is pushed into the garbage can by an unknown force. Her posse stands there stunned, shocked, unsure of what to do. They run out after Carol screams at them to stop looking at her. “Carol, guys, get out of there, she’s crazy!!!” Tommy yells frantically, "Come on, QUICK!!!!!” They all run down the empty hall, running faster than ever, followed by Carol shooting Emma and Nancy a dirty look before the rear doors closed behind them. The pair of them look at each for a few moments, both of them afraid to speak. “That was…amazing…” Nancy says, breaking the silence. “Thanks…” Emma responds, “Look, what you’re hearing about me…isn’t true. I haven’t even dated anyone yet.”

“I know.” says Nancy, “You don’t seem to be that type, unlike that idiot.”

“Thanks.” She runs to grab a few tissues, her nose all of a sudden became runny. “Hey…you remind me of someone.” Says Nancy “Who?” “Oh, nobody, I’ll explain later.” Nancy and Catherine sit in the bathroom until 12:25, when people make their way back into the corridors. The pair of them go outside, getting to know more about each other.

~

It was now Friday, second week of school. When walking into school, Eddie and Ella made their way over to Bill, Stan, Ben, and Richie, who were laughing at whatever inappropriate joke Richie was saying. “It’s my favourite pair of twins!” Richie said, in a weird accent, which couldn’t be described. “Hi.” Eddie and Ella responded “So g-guys, w-w-we were just disgussing about m-m-meeting up w-with M-Mike and the r-r-rest of them in H-Hawkins s-s-sometime soon m-maybe.” said Bill “Sounds cool.” Says Eddie “Yeah, I really like Dustin especially” Says Richie, “I get to see them more, since Mike is the moodier version of me and we live together.” “H-hopefully Eleven will b-b-be there too n-next time we h-hang out.” said Bill, then looked over at Ella, “I-I mean, I would say y-you’re t-t-tired of h-hanging around us g-g-guys all t-t-t-the t-time.” “I’m never tired of hanging out with any of you.” Ella smiled “You sure?” says Richie, “All we ever do is gross stuff.” Ella laughed, along with Richie licking his hand and attempted to put it near her face. “Ew, get away from me, Richard!” Along with the rest of the Losers snickering at the gross joke he pulled. Richie liked to get on Ella’s nerves the most, considering her being Eddie’s twin sister, but she always brushed it off, since they were friends. “So…how do you like this school?” Ben asks “It’s not too bad, other than that Greta girl in my math class always giving me a dirty looks when she hears my name getting called out.” Ella says “She’s an idiot, don’t mind her.” says Stan. Ella found public school to be a lot better than private school actually, more opportunities, and she didn’t have stupid Kevin calling her out on everything. Kevin was a snobby kid who went to St. Peter’s Private School, whom Ella didn’t like. He always thought he was all that, and found ways to criticize her and many others, as well as get them in trouble. ~ The bell had rang for lunch “Too bad Max isn’t here,” Says Lucas, “It’s a shame she had to switch over to that private school.” “Ooh! Someone misses the love of his life!” Dustin teases. “Shut up.” says Lucas. Mike, being the leader of the group, walks ahead. They make their way over by the benches outside for lunch, Will being quiet as usual. Will stares off into space, whilst Dustin and Lucas still bicker and joke over different things. “Hey, Will, you okay?” Mike asks Will nods his head and assures he’s doing fine. “Hey Will, catch!” Lucas flicks over a tiny figure. A tiny figure from dungeons and dragons. “Thanks!” Will smiles The group continue to chat about different things, including dungeons and dragons. “So Mike, have you heard from Eleven?” Dustin asks “Yeah frog face, how is that freak doing?” The gang spin around, and see the sight of Troy and James lurking over them. “She’s not a freak!” says Mike “Yeah she is” says James “And so are the rest of you,” says Troy, pointing in all directions, “Frog face, midnight, toothless, and zombie boy.” “You tried to kill us!” Dustin protests “Can’t you guys learn to take a joke and toughen up?” says Troy, “That reminds me, where is that lesbian friend of yours? You know, the one who looks like a boy.” Playing with a weapon isn’t a joke, Troy. They all thought. “She’s not a lesbian!” Lucas yells, “And she does NOT look like a boy!” “Don’t forget about the time you guys made me piss my pants.” Troy says to Mike, “Took rest of the year off because your creepy girlfriend broke my fucking arm.” “And made me sit alone in the bathroom every damn lunch.” said James “James, no one cares. Whatever, let’s get away from these creeps.” says Troy Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will watch them until they go, then resume their chat. Occasionally, students would walk past them and give them funny looks, ever since Will came back. Every once in a while they would hear the occasional “zombie boy”. From somewhere, or someone. Will tried not to let that get to him, but sometimes he still got offended and worried about it. “Like I said earlier, before we got interrupted by those douchebags,” said Dustin, “Have you heard from Eleven?” Mike tried to think the exact last time he heard from her. Maybe the last week of summer? Two weeks ago? He wasn’t sure. “No,” Mike responds, “She’s being homeschooled for now, but hopefully we get to see her again soon, I really miss her.” “Oh yeah, that reminds me, are we hanging out with your brother and his friends soon or what?” Dustin asks “Yeah, I think so.” Says Mike, “Not sure when yet. Richie can be such a prick sometimes. His friends are obviously more mature.” ~

Next Chapter: Two