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Every writer on Tumblr: “I would combust out of love if someone ever drew fanart of my fic!!” Me: “oh man I wanna draw this scene BUT THEY WOULD PROBABLY HATE IT AND HATE ME FOR THE NERVE”

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Hi! Do you have any soulmate AU reddie fic recs? (Boy, that was a mouthful.)

anon, all reddie fics are a soulmate fic because reddie are soulmates! but yes, here are a few of my favorite soulmate aus :) also, you can use the alternate universe - soulmates tag on ao3 to find more! 

circular motion & it must be love by bentleys - soulmates have matching soulmarks on their bodies; this story and its sequel are absolutely exceptional. i cannot express how fantastic this universe is. not only are reddie soulmates but all the losers have a bond together that cannot be touched. 

fuck feeling how i do (when i'm feeling it for you) by @hanscom - meeting your soulmate causes a heightened sense of emotion; just hilarious and filled with naive, in denial eddie. 

put those colors on by @themightychipmunk - soulmates don't see color until they hear their soulmate laugh; another hilarious fic with naive, in denial eddie. 

clue(less) by endversed - soulmates have a soulmark that symbolizes their soulmate; both boys are dumb with feelings but they get their happy ending! 

eds by @itchierichie - soulmates gets the nickname their soulmate uses/will use tattooed on them; again, both boys are so dumb but the miscommunication is golden. 

believer by @yallreddieforthis - soulmates first words to each other are tattooed on them; fucking uproarious with great richie characterization. 

skittles & soulmates by @floralreddie - soulmates are unable to lie to each other; just super sweet and fun - love seeing reddie finally face their truth. 

the anti soulmate au by @losvers - soulmates share their dreams together; a phenomenal twist on the idea of soulmates, just haunting and tender and made me rethink how we view love and soulmates. 

there is a crack right through my heart by @eddie-spaghetti-tozier - soulmates have a necklace that depicts their soulmate’s mood and will warm up whenever they are near their soulmate; a really unique concept and a beautiful story in general. 

for you, i’d part the sea by @edsbrak - soulmates writing on their own skin will appear on their soulmate’s skin; a really cool concept with a great combo of angst, fluff, and miscommunication that i simply adore. 

friday, never hesitate by @londone-fog - soulmates have matching soulmarks on their bodies; a tragic story mainly about eddie’s abuse and placebos, but beautifully written.

get busy living (or get busy dying) by @thelazyeye - soulmates have matching soulmarks on their bodies; the angst in this omg! amazing, but beware the ending is left ambiguous.

to be wanted by @neonganymede - soulmates have a timer counting down to when they will meet; my favorite part of this soulmate series - incredibly tender in how they solidify their love for each other. 

i've lived and died a hundred times by bughead - soulmates are reincarnated throughout history; glorious fic that shows how the idea of soulmates vary and while we don’t always get the happy ending, some people are still meant to be connected. 

the love song of edward t. kaspbrak by @maraudens - soulmates have the lyrics to their soulmate's favorite song on their skin; simply stunning and wonderful - distance and time mean nothing to these two :)

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This Was A Home Once

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“This is fine,” he whispered to himself once he was safely in the driver’s seat of his car. “It’s fine that Eddie probably hates me. It’s fine.”

It was not fine.

(In which Richie comes back to Derry for the first time in four years, and Eddie doesn't know how to leave.)

Chapter 1

Richie graduated from UCLA on a sunny day in May. He smiled, shook hands, and gripped the fancy slip of paper that said he was qualified to do things related to communications and broadcast as though it would run away from him if he loosened his grip. Peers clapped his shoulders, and his mother was a teary eyed mess while asking for pictures of him and his father together. The whole thing was rather bittersweet in his opinion. 

Later that night, after Richie’s parents had gotten back on their plane to Maine, Richie was going to go back to his tiny, over-priced apartment, and put everything he hadn’t already put in a storage unit into his car. 

Richie’s job at his college’s radio station had been over the second he walked across that stage, and his lease would be up a week after that. The way the end of his last semester had gone, he hadn’t been able to get a job lined up in time for him to find a new place. So, when his mother had called a few weeks before graduation offering to let Richie come back to Derry to stay with them until he heard back from any jobs, he’d had no choice but to say yes. He packed up all his things and drove across the country to a tiny, middle of nowhere town that he hadn’t been back to in nearly four years. 

It had been four long, strange years since he’d been back to Derry, Maine. Back to the place where he used to ride his bike everywhere, where he would splash around in the quarry, where he’d met his oldest friends. It was also the place where he first learned what it was like to get the shit beaten out of him for just being who he was.

No, Richie had not been back to Derry in a very long time, and that was by design. He’d worked very hard to make sure that he stayed as far away from that town as he possibly could, and now here he was, returning back to her gaping, suffocating maw. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d spoken to any of his old friends. He was sure they were off doing important, successful things with their lives, far away from Derry. Far away from him. He couldn’t blame them. The Richie of now was very different from the Richie who ran away from Derry, and that Richie was very different from the Richie who they had befriended so long ago. 

And yet, while Richie might have changed drastically over the years, Derry had not. It was almost as if the entire town was encased in a bubble, where nothing new came in, and nothing old ever left. When Richie finally drove past the “Welcome To Derry” sign, it was just as faded and peeling as he remembered. The streets still had the same uneven asphalt that threatened to shake apart entire cars. He recalled old, dusty memories he hadn’t thought about in years driving down the streets. There was the alley where they'd patched up Ben after finding him bleeding after a run in with Bowers. There was the pharmacy, and the movie theatre, and the Paul Bunyan statue that used to scare the shit out of Richie when he was younger for reasons he no longer remembered. 

When he pulled up to his childhood home, he was almost taken aback by how little it had changed there as well. He hugged his mother when she ran out to greet him, and allowed his father to clap him on the shoulder. Together they moved his last couple of boxes into his childhood bedroom. 

This was really the only thing in the house that was significantly different. He’d either packed or gotten rid of most of his belongings when he went to college, so the walls and shelves were mostly bare. The bed had fresh, plain sheets and coverings. The room itself felt stale and unused.

“We figured it was a good idea to make this a guest room of sorts after you left,” his mother explained. “All of your things are in the closet though, in case you wanted to sort through them.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he replied, gently. 

She gave him an understanding sort of smile and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything.”

With that, Richie was left alone. 

He opened the closet door. Sure enough, most of his old comics and action figures were on the top shelf, a few old random shirts hanging from the rod. Something caught his eye, however; an old shoebox pushed into the top corner of the shelf, almost completely hidden by shadow. He reached up and pulled it down, blowing dust off the top. When he pulled off the lid, he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. Inside were a random assortment of cassette tapes, thrown haphazardly into the box by a much younger Richie. He pulled out the top most one, instantly recognizing the handwriting on it as Beverly Marsh’s. Bev had loved to make tapes in high school for him to play in his shitty car while they drove around town. He rubbed a thumb over the neat, loopy letters. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d spoken to Bev. He suddenly missed her like a lung. 

Richie shook his head, and put the tape back in the box, placing the whole thing on the bed. He looked around at all the boxes around his room. 

He spun around until he found where he’d set his backpack down, digging in one of the side pockets until he found his rarely used Swiss Army knife. He figured he might as well start unpacking. He searched the stack of boxes to find the one labeled “clothes.”

He found it sitting at the bottom of the pile. Of course. 

He set the pocket knife down on the window sill, but something made him do a double take. On the edge, barely noticeable in the shadow, was a place on the edge of the window where the white paint had been rubbed clean off, revealing the wood underneath. 

Richie recognized this as damage from him climbing out of his window almost every night when he was younger. Climbing out his window and getting on his bike to climb into Eddie’s room without his mom noticing, to be more specific. 

He may have fallen out of touch with his childhood friends over the years, but he pointedly hadn’t spoken to Eddie since the night he left for college. He gently touched the exposed wood, remembering how his heart had been full of a peculiar, sinking feeling as he’d climbed out of this window for the last time, knowing that he was going to tell his best friend goodbye forever because he was never coming back to Derry if he could help it. Yeah, and look how long that fucking lasted, he thought, bitterly. He turned around and set to pulling his box of clothes free, but his thoughts still swirled dangerously around his head. 

What was Eddie even up to these days?

He grabbed the pocket knife and kneeled down, pulling a blade out and digging it into the tape holding the box shut.

Was Eddie still upset at Richie? Did he even still think of him at all?

The knife caught on a snag in the tape. Richie tugged hard.

Does Eddie know that Richie lo-

The knife suddenly pulls free, gliding through the tape and sliding painfully across the tops of his fingers. Richie jumps back with a hiss, dropping the knife as blood immediately springs forth from the wound, a few drops of red dripping onto the carpet. He looked around the room, and seeing no immediate solutions, jammed his injured fingers into his mouth and rushed down the stairs to find his mother. 

“Richie, please get your hand out of your mouth,” she said as he entered the room. He pulled his fingers out with a pop. 

“Do we have any band aids?” he asks, brandishing his wound. His mother looked at his hand, shook her head, and handed him a tissue from the table next to the couch. 

“We need to go get more. What did you do?”

Richie awkwardly scratches the hair at the base of his neck. 

“I got distracted cutting open boxes.”

His mother sighed in a tired sort of way.

“I won’t even ask. You’ll have to go to the pharmacy or something. Do you remember the way?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be right back,” he said, wrapping the tissue around his fingers and grabbing his keys from the hook by the door. 

The drive to the pharmacy was a short one. 

The bell above the door chimed the same tone that it always had. Richie made a beeline for the aisle with the sign ‘bandages’ advertised above it, and quickly scanned the shelves for the bandaids. He found them and turned, speed walking to the checkout counter. He set the box down with a little too much force, which startled the clerk behind the counter. 

“Find everything okay?” the clerk asked, his voice slightly shaky and… familiar?

Richie looked up. He made eye contact with a pair of warm brown eyes surrounded by dark circles and the remnants of what might have once been freckles long ago. Eyes that he recognized as belonging to-

“Eddie?”

 Eddie looked taken aback, like he’d seen a ghost.

“Richie? What the hell are you doing here?”

The situation immediately felt strange to Richie. What the hell was Eddie doing in Derry?

“Uh, buying bandaids? I cut my hand, I guess.” He held up his injured hand to punctuate his point. Eddie’s eyes drifted to the bloody tissue, then snapped back to Richie with a look of confusion. He slowly reached over to scan the bandaids, gaze never leaving Richie’s face. He looked like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. 

“I mean, what the fuck are you doing here? In Derry?” The last word came out as a sort of half hiss, half whisper. 

“I could ask you the same question.”

Eddie blinked, like he didn’t hear him. Richie sighed.

“I’m in town until I hear back from a job in Cali,” he reluctantly answered. He wrestled a few loose bills out of his back pocket and slid them over in a wad. Eddie took them numbly and looked down to count them. Richie took the time to really examine this older Eddie.

First of all, he looked so tired. The circles under his eyes were a dark, bruise like purple. His shoulders were slumped forward, like he was struggling to hold himself up. His skin was paler than Richie remembered, like Eddie spent all of his time inside, away from any kind of sunlight. He looked like a deflated version of the loud, neurotic boy that Richie used to know. 

But, despite his pallad exterior, Richie saw the sharp glint in his eye that he’d recognize anywhere. The glint that showed how quick witted he was, how he was always thinking. His mouth quirked in the way that showed he was uncomfortable.

Was Richie making him uncomfortable?

“So, uh, how’s Ms. K? I’m sure she’ll be glad to know that I’m back in town.”

Eddie’s face turned a peculiar shade of red. 

“She died about a month ago, actually, but thank you for asking.” His tone was calm and even, but Richie could tell he was pissed. 

Way to go Trashmouth, he thought. You’ve barely been talking and you’ve already ruined everything. 

“Oh… I had no idea.”

“Yeah, how would you?” Eddie’s tone was very flat.

Richie’s mouth felt suddenly dry. His bandaids were thrust back across the counter. He grabbed them, almost having completely forgotten about why he’d come in in the first place. He turned to leave, but thought better of it. 

“I’m sorry for your loss. It’s good to see you, Eddie.” 

Eddie looked up. 

“Yeah. I’ll see you around Richie.”

He did not sound like he had any intention of seeing Richie around. Richie just nodded and walked out the door and back to his car.

“This is fine,” he whispered to himself once he was safely in the driver’s seat of his car. “It’s fine that Eddie probably hates me. It’s fine.”

It was not fine.

#reddie #it 2017 #it 2019 #it stephen king #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #au #my writing

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if you were to give me

a kiss

then i would give you

a lifetime

Bailey Grady

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Hey so...

If I were to hypothetically write a Richie centric reddie fic based on This Was A Home Once by Bad Suns how interested would you guys be?

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it (2017) #my writing #fanfiction

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Hey guys!

I’ve kinda distanced myself from the It fandom in the past few months, but now I’m back and I’d like to interact with you guys more so hit me up on here or @londone-fog and yea

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CALL DOWN THE HAWK from the air; 

 Let him be hooded or caged 

 Till the yellow eye has grown mild, 

 For larder and spit are bare, 

 The old cook enraged,         

 The scullion gone wild 

 | coming November 5, 2019 www.maggiestiefvater.com/novels

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“Kill then with kindness, bury them with a smile.”

- Unknown

Slytherpuff

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Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears

You Haven’t Seen The Last Of Me - Cher

Fly - Nicki Minaj ft Rihanna

That’s My Girl - Fifth Harmony

F.F.F. - Bebe Rexha

It’s Time - Imagine Dragons

Youth - Daughter

Fight Song - Rachel Platten

Nobody’s Fool - Avril Lavigne

Outside - Calvin Harris ft Ellie Goulding

Girls Like You - Maroon 5 ft Cardi B

No Tears Left To Cry - Ariana Grande

Clarity - Zedd ft Foxes

Dancing On My Own - Robyn

Chandelier - Sia

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Scorpio Venus

“Venus in Scorpio people attract others with their intensity and willingness to commit. They have a strong and concentrated manner which suggests their feelings run deep. Their actions in love tend to promise deep commitment and sexual pleasure, even if they are not telling you this directly. Their appeal lies in their focus on you, and their dedication… They possess you, and somehow make it seem attractive to be possessed.”

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The City - The 1975

Hypnotic - Zella Day

Ghost - Halsey

Swim - Chase Atlantic

Bite - Troye Sivan

Liability - Lorde

Gangsta - Kehlani

Desire - Meg Myers

Hold On We’re Going Home - Drake

Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey

Strange Love - Halsey

Robbers - The 1975

Serial Killer - Lana Del Rey

Young God - Halsey

Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande

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The Losers’ Club - Genderbent

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So I turned 18 today and thought I’d post this...

#my face #face reveal

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IT FANDOM

Reblog this and I’ll write you a long, detailed love letter specifically to you 💕

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BLOOD IN THE WATER  [C O M I N G   S O O N ]

“That’s ridiculous,” Ben said, feeling his hands shake where around the pen he was using. The accusation made the back of Ben’s neck break into a sweat though his body had never felt so cold. “We’re not at war.”

Tozier looked up from underneath his messy fringe, a humourless smirk sliding across his face. “You’re a fool if you believe that.”

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In his arms

prompt: losers all live together in college and eddie keeps having nightmares and comes to richies bed for comfort

written by: Amelia | @tinyarmedtrex​

word count: 2277

*click title to read on AO3

It started innocently enough. One night, Eddie was woken up abruptly from a nightmare. In it he was trying to escape from some sort of demon clown (or was it a werewolf? Or a leper? He wasn’t sure) that was chasing him, following him no matter how fast he ran. It was closing on him, with teeth gnashing and red eyes fixated on Eddie, looking at him like he was an afternoon snack.

“No! Nooo!” Eddie wailed in his bed, fighting to protect his child self from the much larger creature. It nearly had him, he felt finger tips touch his shirt more than once and knew it would have him soon but he had to keep running.  

“Eds!”

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hey there! i thought you might be interested in joining the losers camp. our url is @loserscamp if you want to participate. thanks!

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