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rainyday-imagines · 5 years

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It’s gonna be okay

A/N: I’ve had this idea for like weeks now but, I didn’t have the motivation to write it. So.... here it is! The thing no one asked for! I would also say Richie, Eddie and the Reader were really close as kids.

Pairing: Adult!Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader they’ve been married for a while, kinda Adult!Richie Tozier x Reader, maybe slight Eddie x Richie x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, angst fest,mentions of blood, some fluff.

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The quarry was quiet, except for the gentle splashing of water surrounding the Losers, what was left of them anyway. Slowly washing away all memories of the night before. Everyone was off by themselves, trying to piece together everything that had happened but still close enough, closer than they had been before all this.

“You know what? Eddie would’ve hated this you guys.” Ben muttered, breaking the silence surrounding them. Your back to the rest of the group, this brought tears to your eyes as you scrubbed at your arms.

“What cleaning our selves in dirt water?” Bill slightly chuckled back.

“Yeah”

“He would be telling us strepticafl-somthin” Bev joined in.

“Yeah...but he would’ve made us laugh though.” Mike said, a smile on his face, remembering the joy Eddie had once brought into our lives. The scrubbing becoming more intense as you tried to hold it together.

“Oh yeah”

“He’d be lookin out for us.” Ben said, more somber. “The way he always was. Ain’t that right Richie?” He called out to Richie who was just staring at your back.

It was becoming harder and harder to keep it together. All the memories of the night before flooding back. The water. The cave. The darkness. The nightmares. The fighting. The stabbing. The blood. Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.

The blood won’t come off. You’ll never see him again. Alone. Without Eddie, what is there to do now?

The scrubbing was intense now, your arms were turning red from the irritation. The dirt and the blood wouldn’t come off. You can feel the anxiety rising, only Eddie was able to calm you down. Who’s gonna calm you down now? How can you survive beyond this?

“Y/N?” Richie said moving towards you across the murky water. The group turned towards you, sensing your discomfort, your movements becoming more rash in the water.

“Y/N, breathe. I need you to breathe with me.” Richie said going to stand in front of you. Trying to take your hand away from your arm.

“You’re hurting yourself, stop.” He said, frowning at your state.

“I-I can’t get the blood off. Rich, I can’t. He-he’s gone. We left him in the dark. He’s by himself in that fucking house.” You said, hyperventilating, barely getting the words out.

“Come here.” Richie said more forcefully pulling you towards him. Putting his arms around you. “Breathe with me. I know.”

You continued to cry into his shirt. Richie hearing you mumble about Eddie. The rest of the Losers came over towards the two of you, surrounding you in their warmth. All of them understanding your sadness on some level.

Your breathing seemed to finally settle down after what seemed like hours.

“Thank you.” You said quietly to the group, as they began to separate.

“Come on, lets go back to the hotel.”

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The hotel was quiet as they all pilled in. They had even managed to drag Mike along with them for at least a drink. The sound of squishing shoes and shuffling feet led them to the bar.

Richie following along at the back of the line, watching your back as you moved.

“Hey, Y/N. You dropped something.” He said getting down on a knee to pick it up from the foyer of the hotel.

He held up a ring, in an almost comical way, under different circumstances. You turned and once your eyes saw him, down on one knee you widened your eyes in surprise.

“Rich-”

“No. I swear I’m not kidding around, you actually dropped this.” He said standing up, holding out a ring.

“Oh.” You finished sadly, actually seeing what he was holding. “It’s Eddies’. He had it in his hand when he-” You stopped not able to finish. You reached out to take the ring, looking at in your hand. Remembering pulling you hand away, we you were forced to leave him.

“We picked out our rings together; we had them inscribed with the day we met and then the day we got married.” You smiled down at the rings, imaging the day. Eddie was so nervous but, he looked so beautiful up there on the stage, it’s impossible to forget.

“Yeah speaking of, why didn’t I get invited to the wedding?” Richie accused, pretending to be hurt.

“Of course you got invited dumbass. How could we not invite the third to our trio?” You answered back. Richie actually looked slightly surprised, assuming he actually didn’t get invited.

“We got a call- no wait I think it was an email from your publicist. I think you were in Denver that weekend or something.” You said with a smile, looking up at Richie.

“Well, I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. Maybe I’ll make it to your next one.” He immediately flinched at the harshness of the joke. Sometimes he hated not having a filter.

To his surprise, you actually let out a little laugh.

“Yeah Rich. Maybe you will.” You said, giving him another smile before turning to join the group in the bar.

Richie smiled to himself, watching you go. He went to join the others at the bar and was happily surprised to see them all smiling and talking.

You looked around the table, seeing everyone finally at peace. The looming dread no longer hanging on their shoulders. This was something you could get used too, something to grow from.

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har-rison-s · 4 years

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Merry Little Christmas

Request: Can you do a fluffy Adult Eddie Christmas fic? Like maybe it's Christmas Eve and they spend it cuddled up on the couch watching Christmas movies and drinking hot cocoa? That's all I want in life lol 💛

A/N: Bling bling bling hi! I'm very sad and feeling empty and I'm hoping that this might give me some joy, even if a little. I can very much agree with you, anon. Happy reading and Merry Christmas (if it's the 24th/25th)! <3

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Have yourself a Merry little Christmas,

Let your heart be light…

Those words do make your heart be light, cause they’re true. You are having yourself a Merry little Christmas, and it’s the most perfect Christmas you could imagine. Sinatra’s voice on vinyl only finalises the Christmas fairy-tale you’re having inside your house. And Eddie, of course. But where is he?

“Hey, baby, where are you?”

You’re hesitant to ask this question, or bother him at all, taking he’s told you about his childhood and its carried-out trauma. Questions like this tend to make him anxious. Though you’re confused as to why he hasn’t yet joined you on the sofa. He’s been in the kitchen for about ten minutes already, or so says the clock above the TV you’ve been glancing at.

“Hold on!” Comes Eddie’s voice from the kitchen at last, and you smile, letting your head fall back against the sofa’s cushion. Sounds like Eddie’s busy with something, so that must be why he’s been gone for so long.

Moments later, your husband-to-be, in his glorious Christmas attire—which means a red and green sweater and joggers—, comes finally into the living room where you lay. Handles of two large-sized cups are pressed between his slender fingers and Eddie smiles before he places them down on the coffee table.

“Ooh!” An excited squeal leaves your mouth once you see the rainbow-sprinkled whipped cream on-top of the hot drink in the mugs and you look at Eddie with bright eyes. That only makes him smile wider.

“I made us hot cocoa.” Eddie announces before he slithers next to you under your thick woven blanket. You let him, lifting the blanket up so he can cozy up easily. Eddie practically melts over your form, his arms stretching around you and clinging to you. He feels the most relaxed he’s felt in his life. You press a kiss to his head with a smile that he feels stretching your lips against his skin.

“That’s sweet of you, hon.” You tell him and then reach with your free arm—that isn’t slinked together with Eddie’s in a lazy knot—for the TV remote. You turn on the TV and switch through channels until you find the right one, the one where Home Alone is on in less than five minutes. Someone may think it’s meant for child and teenage audiences, but you and Eddie could prove them wrong - it’s funny and cute and Christmasy, of course, to any age group.

“It’s Christmas.” Eddie says, his shoulders shrugging for a second. You turn your eyes from the TV to face Eddie and this makes you lay down in the sofa’s pillows with your head and back, and Eddie fall slightly on top of you. Both are too cozy and too in love to care about it, and have big smiles on your faces. Eddie uses this chance to tenderly kiss your lips.

They taste of peppermint and gingerbreads. A strange mix, one Eddie thought would never collaborate well. But it’s Christmas. You taste exactly like Christmas. Eddie himself, on the other hand, gives you insight of what the hot cocoas taste like - there’s still traces of it on his lips. And they make you giggle. He couldn’t resist getting a taste of what he was making.

The giggle breaks you two apart and Eddie’s happy eyes search yours. Your eyes are practically shut because of your laughter. “What is it?” He asks you and adjusts the hairs that have fallen in the frame of your face. A habit of his he cannot quit even with the many shared years that have come and gone.

“Nothing.” You shake your head, still smiling and giggling here and there, though. You reach your hand to touch his cheek and caress it softly with your thumb. His skin seems to be as soft as a young boy’s. Perhaps little Eddie is still as strong in him as he was in the right age for it. Though, having a child inside you when you’re older doesn’t hurt at all. You gaze into his deep brown eyes. “I just love you.” You say quieter.

Eddie’s right cheek raises a little under your hand when that corner of his lips twitches upwards to create a wider smile. “I love you, too, sweetheart.” He tells you truthfully, his eyes strongly looking into yours. “Merry Christmas.” He wishes you with a kiss to both your cheeks.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” You tell him back, and your hands roam into his gelled back brown-almost-black hair and you make the strands fall out of place. Eddie gives you a look of joking disappointment, but not surprise, as he knows you love it when his hair is not all proper and that the actual length of his brown strands shows and isn’t pushed back. “Still love me?” You tease with a smirk on your face, crossing your arms over your chest and watching strand after strand fall over Eddie’s forehead.

He glances at them and sighs, then looks back at you. “Course I do. Nothing’s gonna change my love for you,” he says and then moves around so you’d both be sitting on the sofa, though still intensely connected to one another.

“You oughta know by now how much I love you…” You respond in the song’s melody and you make Eddie laugh. He hadn’t realised he’d spoken lyrics of a popular song in his childhood years.

“The world may change my whole life through, but…” He continues.

“Nothing’s gonna change my love for you.” You both sing in unison and chuckle. You glance at the TV screen and gasp. “It’s starting, it’s starting!” You announce, recognising the start of Home Alone starting to play. You grab your hot cocoa mug and lean back against the sofa, into Eddie’s side.

He puts his arm back around your shoulders to pull you closer, his other hand busy with holding his own hot cocoa. Eddie’s head eventually falls on top of yours as you watch the movie, both your mugs are drunk empty and dry and you both shake with laughter occasionally when the real fun of the movie begins.

It’s Christmas.

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sp00kyjellybeans · 3 years

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greetings <3! i noticed that you write for IT and i was wondering if you could right an adult!eddie x reader oneshot where reader is taller than him and when they all come together to the chinese place richie starts teasing him because of it?

hi hello sorry this is so late! I kept losing the progress I made on this and sort of lost motivation but now here it is! Also, I wrote this to be a fem!reader bc I know Richie would have a hay day with that, but if u wanted diff pronouns just lmk! Enjoy (sorry if its short)

Warnings: None

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Eddie stood in front of the Chinese restaurant fiddling with his fingers. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. The fact that he was back in Derry at all was enough to throw him off.

“It’s okay,” You whispered in his ear. He instantly melted. He felt your lips placed on his and his worries washed away.

When you pulled away, he stared up at you adoringly. You were quite a bit taller than him. At first, he was terrified that would scare you away but you didn’t mind. In fact, smaller guys were your type.

The loudness of families and clinking of dishes brought Eddie back down to Earth. There had to be a reason why he was called back to Derry. He had no clue. He hated that.

As you informed the waitress of your husband’s allergies, Eddie stood in the doorway of the private room. All of his old friends sat around a round table laughing.

“Oh shit.”

Five heads turned towards Eddie, all the laughter ceased making his stomach drop. Luckily, you returned to his side interlocking your hand with his.

“Uh, Miss-” Richie raised his hand to grab your attention- “I believe this is your child? He wandered in here, looking uh... lost...”

Richie made no attempt to hold back his laughter. As did the rest of Eddie’s friends. An awkward smile spread across your cheeks as Eddie dragged you to an empty seat.

“No, no, I’m kidding,” Richie said and stuck his hand across the table. “Richie Tozier, the famous comedian.”

You happily introduced yourself to the rest of the group and you immediately felt welcomed. Eddie had great things to say about them when he spoke of his childhood in Derry. And although Eddie was annoyed to his fullest extent because of him, he never spoke badly of Richie.

He probably wanted to, though.

“So, tell me, Eds,” Richie stared at his friend. “How did you manage to go ahead and marry She-Ra.”

“Richie,” Eddie growled. “Stop.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder in reassurance. “It’s okay, he’s funny and I don’t mind.”

“I just think it’s great. You finally put yourself out there,” Richie said casually. “Amazonian women are very hard to find!”

Everyone burst into laughter, except for Eddie. The jokes just kept coming. By the end of the night, you and Richie had grown rather close. Closer than Eddie anticipated but he was grateful that you guys were getting along. He feared you would despise his friends.

“I had a great time... Aside from that... freaky thing at the end,” You said. “And I’m sorry about Stanley.”

Eddie’s arms were wrapped around your waist in the parking lot. “Yeah, stuff like that tends to follow me around...” He murmured. “I’m glad you came.”

“Me too,” You said before placing a kiss on his lips.

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anxiouslymalicious · 4 years

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Losers Club Plus One Part 12

A Richie Tozier x daughter!reader series

Read the previous part here or go here for the complete series masterlist!

A/N: Hiya! Quarantine hasn’t been treating me well but I hope you guys are doing alright! This is about 3.3k words long. I hope you enjoy!

There was no time for a break. Taking a breath was all they could do. IT could be anywhere in that place, sitting down, not moving could be dangerous. But so was moving.

Bill, as always, led the group. Followed closely by Mike, Ben, Y/N, Richie, Bev and Eddie. Roles were naturally assumed once more. Bev tried to stay close to Eddie, hoping to provide comfort, hoping to be able to protect him. Although her heart longed to be further in the front. With the man who had captured her heart through a postcard. But she couldn’t leave Eddie behind. It would feel like betraying him. Especially now that Eddie couldn’t even bear looking at Richie without tears welling up in his eyes. Bev could see it. She saw the hurt. But she didn’t know how to help. She didn’t know how the Toziers felt and, frankly, she felt that there were more pressing matters that required her attention.

“A lot of memories, huh?” Ben grumbled, stopping for a moment to look at the well before them. “All bad.”

“Try looking at it this way. This is the last time you’ll have to go down there.” Y/N threw in as she stood by Ben before all of them took the last few steps. The last few steps before the abyss. Before they would climb down again and be faced with things none of them had expected to see again.

Ben smiled at her sadly as he walked, hand reaching over to give her a gentle pat on the shoulder. Y/N returned the smile but her body shook with fear as she stepped down the wobbly, ominously creaking stairs.

What followed was an agonisingly slow descend down the well that held so many dangers. Mike went first. With their generally broader frames, the adults had an easier time gripping the walls, slowly climbing down. None of them showed much of a struggle as they climbed down. Mike, then Bill, Ben, Richie, who helped Y/N, making sure that she wouldn’t get hurt, and at last there were Eddie and Bev.

“Aw, man.” Y/N said as she left the tunnel, stepping into the water of the sewers. Her shoes immediately filled with water and she was sure they would make a disgusting squelching sound whenever she took a step if she wasn’t dragging her feet through the muggy water. A smell that almost burned in her eyes filled her nostrils and as she looked up at Richie, she was sure that she wasn’t the only one overcome with nausea. Richie’s face was as white as a ghost and his hands were evidently shaking. His flashlight moved unsteadily.

“Bleurgh, Grey water.” Eddie said as he jumped into the water, followed by Beverly. She spared a glance directed at Y/N and Richie before taking a second to look around the tunnels that seemed eerily familiar yet incredibly foreign.

“You good?” Y/N asked Eddie who looked up at her with widened eyes. He nodded quickly, opening his mouth to say something before closing it again and moving forward. Richie watched the moment, uneasiness washing over him as Eddie hid away in a shell that Richie wasn’t used to. Y/N looked up at her father, her eyes filled with worry. Richie nodded in understanding before they, too, followed the group, moving together as one.

As if natural, they moved through the tunnels, echoes of the waves they created preceded their own steps. It was an almost calm atmosphere if it wasn’t for the looming darkness, the evil around every corner, behind every wall, hidden away just behind them, maybe in front, but never leaving them alone.

“How do you guys know where you’re going?” Y/N dared to ask, breaking the silence that laid itself over the Losers like a net, trapping them effectively.

“We don’t.” Mike replied. “We just follow our instincts.”

Y/N nodded but she didn’t understand. Richie inhaled sharply through his nose. He wasn’t even sure they understood. But it didn’t matter. Not really. Walking a certain direction just felt either right or wrong. That’s how they knew. But just to be sure, Eddie was walking close to the front, he was the one with the best orientation, even in the sewers where every path looked like the one before.

The water was rising gradually. At first it only reached Y/N’s ankles, then her calves, her thighs and, as they reached what seemed to be a destination, the water almost reached over her hips.

“Shit. This is it. This is where it happened.” Ben said, the words just flowing out of his mouth. Like he had no control over his speech anymore. And he probably hadn’t.

A shiver ran down Y/N’s spine. Ice cold, like a shower. Her body jerked as her eyes landed on the construction in the middle of the room. A wooden platform, surrounded by rubbish, trash, probably debris. Y/N was sure she could even spot a few toys, the thought making her sick to the stomach.

“Is this where IT took the kids to float?” she asked the group, their solemn faces in return were enough of an answer. Bile rose to her mouth, the girl clutched her stomach in hopes to calm it down. Beverly laid a hand on her back as Richie looked at her with curious yet worried eyes. She shook them off, shaking her head as she mustered up a smile. Y/N swallowed the bile before stepping closer to the room that held so many previous dangers. One after another, the Losers climbed into the sewer room. It was deeper and flooded, even the tallest were sinking almost chest deep into the water. Bill observed Y/N as Richie was busy climbing into the cold water himself, holding her up when she slipped, almost getting lost in the dirty water.

“Thanks.” Y/N mumbled. Bill nodded but even in the second of holding her up by her arms, he could feel the tension in the young girl. Something he usually only encountered in adults, most prominently Audra, but he couldn’t help but feel miserable for her. Bill still felt that it was his fault she was dragged into this mess and he wanted to make damn sure that she would get out of it alive. She and Richie. He owed her that much. He was convinced he did.

The group waded through the muddy water. The last time they had been in the sewers, the water wasn’t there, children were floating, and toys and rubble were stacked way up high. They were relieved to say the least as they didn’t spot a child nearby, however the relief was short-lived.

“No, no, no, no, no. Ugh, no.” Eddie said, hands raised above the water, his face scrunched up in disgust while a teddy bear that was floating on the water moved his way. Richie made a little wave, moving the bear into a different direction without touching it and offering Eddie a smile. Eddie returned a tight-lipped smile. But Richie found some thankfulness in his eyes. His heart was put at ease.

Mike climbed onto the platform, followed by Bill. A line had formed and to Y/N it looked almost comically in order.

“Bevvie.” A harsh whisper sounded somewhere behind Beverly. She turned around, body moving on its own as she panned the flashlight around, looking for the source of the sound. The water reflected the light. It moved slowly. Menacingly.

Ben turned around after a few steps. “What is it?” he breathed towards Beverly as he noticed the gap between the two and her back turned towards him.

“I thought I heard something.” Bev replied. Her voice sounded light, relieved. Nothing was there. Just the wind. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. She turned around, a small smile tugging on her lips.

A piercing scream. Beverly. The Losers only had seconds to get a grip on the situation. IT was there. In the form of a deformed old woman. IT grabbed Bev’s head, a threatening yet taunting look on IT’s face as it turned around to Ben. He called her name. But he was petrified.

“Time to sink!” IT yelled out in a raspy voice. A second later, Bev disappeared underwater. Richie quickly pushed Y/N onto the platform before jumping to Bev’s help like the rest of the Losers’ Club. Well, everyone minus Eddie.

Petrified, he sat there, eyes fixed on the water as Y/N moved closer to her only source of protection. Eddie looked at her, eyes wild with fear, as he sat still. Eddie didn’t dare to move a limb.

“Guys?” he called out towards the not calm water. “Okay, guys. Come on.”

“Dad?” Y/N asked, clutching her wet shirt with fear.

“Hey, guys? Hey guys, come on. Please, come on. I don’t want to walk out of here alone.” Eddie whimpered, tears shining in his eyes. Y/N’s head whipped towards the man, sympathy clouding her mind and body.

“Eddie, hey, Uncle Eds.” She said, taking his face into her hands. She forced him to look at her, away from the water. “You’re not gonna walk out of here alone. I’m with you. We got each other.” She said. Y/N tried her best to sound strong, convincing even. But she failed herself, and with that, she failed Eddie.

“They’re gonna be alright, we’re gonna be alright. We’re all gonna walk out of here and we’re gonna be happy and you and Richie can finally get your shit together.” She was ranting desperately. Suddenly, they were clawing at each other, holding onto each other for dear life. They were shaking in each other’s arms, whimpering, even a few tears found their way out. But for the first time since walking down into the sewers, maybe even for the first time since stepping into the house at Neibolt street, they felt something that resembled safety and comfort.

Anxious eyes watched the water surface.

It was still. Nothing happened. Nothing moved. Y/N felt her chest ache with fear for her father. For the only family she had known.

Then, five heads popped up, gasping for air.

Eddie and Y/N exhaled with relief. Beverly struggled a little, coughing and sputtering as her lungs finally filled with air again. Ben held her, supported her body as each of the Losers slowly waded back to the dry land.

“Mike, where do we go from here?” Richie asked as he made his way to Y/N and Eddie. With that, the group gathered around a door in the wooden floor, something that had lain hidden the first time around. The group gathered in a circle around the door with the strange carving. One more fidgety than the other. They were about to enter foreign territory and none of them liked the idea.

“In the depths is where it crept. In the beneath to find belief. In the depths is where it crept. In the beneath to find belief.” Mike chanted; voice eerily calm. To an outsider it might seem like he knew what he was doing, but did he really?

“Is he okay?” Ben whispered; eyebrows furrowed.

“I think at this point that’s a relative question.” Richie replied while his daughter merely shook her head with widened eyes.

“What’s on the other side?” Bev asked. She had her arms wrapped around herself as the cold took over her drenched body.

“I don’t know. No one does.” And with that, he opened the door. The Losers took a step back, taken aback at Mike’s sudden action, the bravery and stupidity it took. Mike shone the light down the tunnel and after a particularly short evaluation, he sat down at the edge, ready to climb down.

“M-Mike, don’t-“ Bill said, reaching out to his friend.

“All right. See you down there.” Mike exclaimed, ignoring his friends. Exclamations of his name paired with the word ‘wait’ were met with deaf ears as he descended into the unknown. Worried glances followed him as he slowly descended into the unknown.

“St-Stay together.” Bill said to the remaining Losers as he leaned down, crouching, ready to follow Mike. Ben replied with a whispered ‘okay’ as he too watched with discomfort as one of his best friends climbed down into the darkness.

“You guys, I can’t do it.” Eddie said suddenly. Y/N felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. Richie felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs as he watched his friend crumble, succumb to his own insecurities.

“I can’t. You saw what happened up there. I was gonna- I was gonna let you die.” Eddie mumbled. He wasn’t sure who he was addressing with his word-vomit. Whether it was the group, the Toziers or just himself. But he knew he couldn’t. The pressure was too high. He couldn’t function like that. He wouldn’t. And, with the trapdoor opened, the finality of the moment seemed all too real. Eddie wasn’t ready to face it. Eddie wasn’t ready to see his friends get hurt or - much worse - die. And he was sure at least one of them was going to lose their life. The stakes were high, the risks even higher. And what were seven Losers supposed to do when facing an entity whose full potential none of them were aware of?

Y/N shook her head, slowly stepping closer to Eddie while everyone else remained frozen. She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know if words were even so much as necessary in that situation.

“I just fucking froze up.” Eddie continued his little rant. “If you let me go down there with you, I’m gonna get us all killed.”

Eddie inhaled sharply, his new inhalator from Keene’s drugstore filled his lungs with relief, the sharp pain slowly ebbing away. But the relief was only short lived as something – or more someone – grabbed the inhalator and pulled it away from Eddie’s lips. Placebo or not, Eddie felt as though the last thing keeping him alive was taken from him.

“Hey, hey, hey. Gimme that.” Richie said as he tried to steal the little metal piece of shit.

“Richie-“

“Let go, you little turd!”

“Just let me get…” Eddie sprayed into the air, the medicine immediately evaporated, but he tried to breathe it in still. Richie suddenly waved his flashlight before Eddie’s eyes, the light blinding him, causing him to let go.

“Listen to me. You had a moment. Fine. But who killed a psychotic clown before he was 14?” Richie asked as he towered over the smaller man. Richie’s eyebrows were furrowed, emotions not really obvious to those standing by. Except for Y/N. She knew that Richie’s heart was beating faster because he was standing so close to Eddie and not just because of the clown. She knew Richie’s palms were sweaty because he was afraid to let go of Eddie, but also because touching him was just as scary. She knew that Richie was scared because he didn’t know if either of them would make it out alive. She knew that Richie wouldn’t want to lose sight of either of them. She knew that he wanted to keep them close and get them out alive.

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, every fibre of his body begged for him to disagree, to say that it wasn’t him. But he finally pressed out an unsure ‘me’.

“Who stabbed Bowers with a knife he pulled out of his own face?”

“Also me.” Eddie said, not daring to look up at Richie. It reminded him of how Eddie had failed him.

“Who married a woman 10 times his own body mass?”

The Losers were met with silence.

“Really? Wow. Didn’t know he had it in him.” Y/N mumbled to Ben and Bev who almost snorted with surprise.

“…Me.” Eddie finally looked up at Richie. Looked him in the eyes. Eddie felt his heart swell with pride as he caught Richie smiling. Richie nodded.

“You’re braver than you think.” Richie said, hand landing on Eddie’s shoulder. A soft smile still tugged at his lips as he watched Eddie grow in himself. The air was thick with tension. Y/N watched the two men with wide eyes and a grin that couldn’t be bigger. She caught herself just in time, not wanting to ruin the moment by squealing and cheering for the two blind lovebirds to take a step.

“Alright. Thanks Rich.” Eddie replied, facial features growing softer. Richie couldn’t take his eyes off Eddie, couldn’t get himself to look away. He felt out of character as he looked at the smaller man with literal heart eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He didn’t want to. He wanted to step closer to Eddie and press his own lips against Eddie’s. He wanted to know how they felt, how they tasted, wanted to know how this side of himself would feel.

Y/N watched on, biting on her thumbnail as to keep quiet and not ruin the moment. She had never seen her father look at anyone with as much adoration as he mustered up in that moment on the edge between life and death. The sewers had proven themselves to be an unpredictable place.

Richie raised his hand on instinct, wanting to lay it on Eddie’s cheek, cup it to pull Eddie closer, but he forgot about the bandage that still covered half of Eddie’s face. Just when Y/N was sure they were about to kiss, Richie lightly slapped Eddie’s cheek and pulled away.

The grin was wiped from Y/N’s face and even Ben and Beverly, who had remained unsuspecting up until that point, found themselves disappointed at the lack of action. Richie stepped away, walking back to his little one who just blinked at him.

“What the fuck, man.” Y/N said, only for her father to hear.

“What?!”

“I had such high hopes for you two. And you fucked up. No wonder you haven’t gotten any in ages, old man.” Y/N mumbled as they watched Beverly hand over the rusty metal pole from the fence outside to Eddie.

“Oh fuck off, I fucked your mum. That should be about enough.” Richie mumbled until he realised what he had said. A joke that usually was so light-hearted between the two now felt incredibly heavy. “Y/N, I-“

“It’s alright, Richie. Forget about it.” She replied, giving him a half-smile before walking over to Eddie. Richie sighed, running a hand over his own face. He hadn’t intended to hurt her, in fact he was trying to make fun of himself, but he hurt the one he loved the most. It stung in his chest, left a foul taste in his mouth as he watched his daughter interact with Eddie. She was his daughter, Richie had almost no doubt. At least one way. She knew she was his in a psychological way too. She would always look at him as such, but it hurt to not know the truth, not know who she was or who he was. She felt incomplete. And yet, she didn’t feel angry about Richie’s joke. Not really. Y/N knew he only meant well.

“Hey Eddie, whatcha got there?” Y/N asked the man, who still warily watched the pole in his hand.

“I don’t know. Bev said it kills monsters.”

“Well, I guess that gives us a little advantage.” Y/N smiled, but the smile faded just as quickly as it had come. “Listen, uncle Eds. Just the fact that you’re here already makes you a brave man. And I don’t mean the sewers. I mean coming back to Derry. It must’ve been a nightmare and I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you for not giving up yet and letting IT win. And I promise you we will all get out of this alive. If you believe that we will.”

Eddie didn’t say a word, he just pulled her in for a hug. His eyes found Richie’s for a moment. Richie smiled. And so did he. It felt like Eddie had just found the family he had always craved.

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19tozier · 4 years

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the hands of love (bill denbrough)

warnings: adult bill, stress/anxiety, mentions of canon horror, takes place after events of chp2, it’s not relevant to the plot here but eddie and stan are alive Because I Said So

inspired by the song hands of love by miley cyrus

[losers&reader are adults here]

you aren’t sure what wakes you up at first.

you blink a little stupidly, still caught in the wisps of whatever dream you were having. the room is dark and cool around you. moonlight streams through the gaps in the shutters, turning the air to haze that looks so solid you think you could pass your hand through it. and it’s quiet, the only sound the soft creaking of the ceiling fan above you. bill isn’t even snoring.

bill isn’t even snoring. you frown.

you turn onto your side, reaching onto his side of the bed. you expect for your hand to meet solid flesh, to trail up over his shoulder and splay over his heart, but all you encounter is emptiness. the cold sheets aren’t even rumpled.

you sigh to yourself. it must be one of those nights again.

the lights prove to be too much for your eyes so you leave them off, stumbling to pull on one of bill’s t-shirts over your bare body. you don’t bother with pants, only underwear. if all goes well, you’ll be back to bed in no time.

the rest of the house is just as quiet, all the lights turned off. your footsteps are soft as you pad down the hallway, instinctively turning the corner to get to the last room on the left. there’s no other place he could be.

just as you suspected, there’s a golden glow at the bottom of the door, casting the faintest shadows onto the wall across from it. if you strain your ears you can hear the sounds of his keyboard, and eventually, a stilted groan. resolved, you reach forward and slowly open the door.

it’s mostly dark in bill’s office, only a single lamp on his desk spilling slanted light over the floor. bill’s hunched over his computer, his face screwed up in a grimace behind his reading glasses. he doesn’t hear you walk in, even though you aren’t really trying to be quiet, too focused on whatever it is he’s writing.

he gets like this, sometimes, so into his own head that he can’t differentiate between up or down. he’s so easily stressed, your bill, when he tries to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. unfortunately, he does that too often, retreating further and further into himself until you have to gently coax him back out.

fortunately, you’ve perfected the best way to love him.

he startles when your hand trails over his arm, brushing up his shoulder as you tuck yourself against his back. his chair is uncomfortable where it digs into your side but it’s worth it to hold him for just a second. like second-nature, his hand comes up to cradle yours, slotting your fingers together.

“what time is it?” he mumbles to you, blinking like he’s suddenly aware of just how tired he is.

you hum, turning your head to kiss just behind his ear. “i’m not sure,” you admit quietly, rubbing your thumb along his collarbone. “but you should come to bed anyways.”

he sighs, leaning back against your chest before he shakes his head. “i need to finish this draft by thursday. i-i can’t s-s-stop now.”

you frown worriedly. his stutter only comes out anymore when he’s stressed beyond belief. if it’s coming out now, when the only thing keeping him up should be the words flowing through his brain, then things are worse than you’d originally thought.

“that’s three whole days from now, love,” you say softly, not giving voice to your worries just yet. “you’re already almost done, you said so this morning. you’ll have time.”

he groans, pulling out of your embrace to slump his head into his hands. you watch, feeling helpless, as his hands fist into his hair. “b-but it’s not perfect, i n-n-need to—t-t-to—fuck—“

your heart clenches. you move from your spot on the arm of his chair to sit on his desk beside his computer, pulling his glasses off and coaxing him forward until his head is pillowed on your lap. he’s so tense he’s trembling, or maybe that’s him trying to keep it together. either way, you’re suddenly terrified.

“what’s going on, bill?” you ask, your voice pitched so low that if he wasn’t so close he wouldn’t be able to hear it. your fingers brush through his hair, soothing where he had pulled on it. “this isn’t about the book, is it?”

he shakes his head, pulling himself closer to you. like this, he reminds you so painfully of the little boy you’ve only ever seen in the few pictures he has of his childhood. he doesn’t seem inclined to speak but you know you just have to give him time. you keep stroking through his hair.

eventually, he sighs, his breath warm against your bare thigh. he squirms a bit, not eager to open up, but he’s always been brave, and your heart swells with pride for him even as he mumbles, “w-what if they h-hate it?”

all at once, you get it.

“oh, baby,” you soothe, bending your head to kiss the back of his neck. he holds onto you tighter, not willing to show you his face yet. “is this about the losers?”

miserably, he nods, his forehead rubbing onto your thigh. he doesn’t say anything else but you don’t really need him to. you understand what he means now, because the book he’s writing—the book all about the childhood trauma he and his friends faced that, even now, you can barely hope to understand—is the most important thing he’s ever done. you know he feels the pressure to get the story right without telling too much, and you know he feels the pressure of telling his friends’s stories without doing it wrong. it’s a lot, and if this were any other book you might even tell him to do away with the idea, but you know that he needs to.

“w-what i-if they h-h-hate it?” he asks again, much quieter this time, the words smeared into your skin. his voice is damp and his shoulders tremble even more. “w-what if i-i f-f-fuck it up a-and—“

“bill,” you interrupt him, gently. you tug at his shoulders until he sits up, looking up at you with his watery blue eyes. you sigh, leaning down to press your foreheads together. “you know they’re not going to hate it.”

he whimpers, just slightly, and your heart breaks. “b-but w-what if—“

“but what if nothing, love.” you thread your fingers into his hair, scratching at his scalp the way you know he likes. “you’ve been talking to them about it the entire time. you haven’t made any decisions about this book without everyone’s approval. you know how much they already love it.”

he’s silent, just staring into your eyes, so you smile softly, bringing one hand to cup his jaw. “if you’re really so worried, call them in the morning and talk to them about it. they might be able to help.”

bill stares at you for a second longer before he blows out a sigh and nods. his shoulders slowly stop trembling, the tension leaking out of him until he slumps against your chest.

“t-thank you, baby,” he mumbles against your collarbone, adorable exhausted now that you’ve managed to get through to him. you grin to yourself, kissing the top of his head.

“come now, billiam,” you say, adopting the tone that richie or eddie or stan might use to make fun of your husband. “it’s time for bed.”

he huffs a weak laugh, pulling back to kiss you gently. “anything for you.”

it’s cheesy but you know he means it. your cheeks flush pink even as you hop down from his desk, twining your hands together to tug him out of the room after you turn off his computer and lamp. he just lets you lead him to your bedroom, his eyes barely staying open now that he’s broken his own trance. even now, after all your years of being together, after everything he’s been through and all that he’s told you of the horrors he faced, the fact that he trusts you so completely still makes your chest burn with your love for him.

your bedroom is just as dark and quiet as you left it and you waste no time climbing back into bed. you don’t bother taking off your clothes, you’re too tired and comfortable anyways, so you just lean against the headboard and watch him strip off his shirt and jeans until he’s left in his boxers.

he climbs into bed beside you, but instead of curling up and nodding off the way you thought he would, he cuddles up beside you, nestling his head on your shoulder and slinging a heavy arm over your hips. his leg nudges between yours and his other arm slides between you and the mattress, effectively trapping you against him. you don’t mind one bit.

“thank you, (y/n),” he says again, sweeter now in the darkness. he’s no stranger to intimacy and he knows exactly how to put his thoughts into words, but sometimes simpler is better. maybe it’s because you and him work together so well that everything becomes simple. no problem is too big with you by his side. “i love you. i d-don't know what i’d do without y-you.”

you press your lips to his forehead. “i love you too, bill.”

you want to wax your own poetry to him, go into all the intricacies of how much you love him and how much you know you are better with him by your side, but your eyes are suddenly too heavy to keep open anymore. he’s soft and warm on top of you, relaxed now as he slips into sleep, and you aren’t far behind him.

that’s alright, you think as your eyes drift closed. you can just tell him in the morning.

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ken-boi · 3 years

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I need the help of fanfic writers here. I'm heartbroken over the ending of It chapter 2 and I need someone to write a female reader insert because I am not capable of doing it myself.

Set in an AU where Eddie lives, the reader, Eddie, and Richie all have mutual romantic feelings towards each other and they confessed to one another before going into battle. Once they get back to the place they were staying at after beating Pennywise Richie exclaims "Victory sex! Let's go!" And picks up the reader and throws her over his shoulder and then grabs eddie's wrist to drag him along too, leaving the rest of the losers in the lobby to be confused.

I really need this written ;-;

#Reddie #richie tozier #adult richie tozier #it chapter 2 #fanfic #fanfic ideas #please someone write this for me #eddie kaspbrak #adult eddie kaspbrak #x reader #reddie x reader #poly relationship

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prettyyoungandbored · 4 years

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Your Love

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Request: Will you write an adult Eddie imagine about him and the reader meeting while him and Myra are together and leaves her for the reader, and the reader comforts him in ways that his mother and Myra didn’t

Author’s Note: This is so late and I’m not sure who requested it, but I am so so so so sorry.

He was soaked from the rain, not caring that the residents he passed stared at him with concern and confusion.

In his head, The Outfield’s “Your Love” over and over which to him, made sense. It was playing the night he met Y/N and as far as he was concerned, it was their song...even if they were just friends.

But he didn’t want to just be friends and he was sure she felt the same way, which is why after a year of keeping it inside he decided to take action.

“The fuck you mean you’re leaving?” Myra barked.

“It means I’m leaving,” he retorted, surprised by the tone of his own voice. He grinned to himself, proud of what he’d done.

“So that’s it? All the shit I’ve put up with, all the things I’ve done for you and you just leave?! You ungrateful asshole!”

He dodged the porcelain plate flying near his head that instead crashed onto the wall. He made his way to the door.

“YOU WALK OUT THAT DOOR AND YOU’LL REGRET IT EDDIE KASPBRAK! YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME?!”

He slammed the door behind him.

His heart raced as he approached her door. He knocked three times, the knot in his stomach tightening. The door opened and Y/N stood there, a startled and confused expression on her face.

“Eddie?” She questioned, eyeing his drenched clothes.

“It’s over, Y/N.”

She raised an eyebrow. She opened her mouth to speak when he cut her off. “I left Myra.”

Her expression softened into sympathy with hints of surprise in her eyes. “Did you...do you want to come in?”

He walked passed her, her eyes trained on him as she closed the door from behind. “I don’t understand. What happened?”

He chuckled. “What happened?”

“I...you...you said you couldn’t.”

“Well I did.”

She let out a soft sigh. “God, I’m so sorry. That’s...are you doing ok?”

His lips curved into the biggest grin. “I’m...relieved. Slightly anxious, but relieved.”

“Why slightly anxious?”

“Because I’m about 95 percent sure she’s gonna take everything I own in the divorce settlement.”

Y/N nodded her head. “I know some really good lawyers who could help you with that.”

“And I’ll take you up on that, but I need to tell you why I’m relieved.”

He made his way toward her. “I’m relieved because now I finally get to do this.”

He took her hands in his. “A year ago, this beautiful, kind, warm woman came to the firm and introduced herself as the new head of HR. The first nightly outing with the firm, I talked to her and for the first time in my life, I was thinking about whether or not I had some disease or the fact my wife wouldn’t stop texting me begging me to come home. I felt calm and reassured. The first time she saw me go into one of my hypochondriac episodes, she sat me down in her office and talked to me. She listened, and reminded me I was ok...and she continued to do so every single time. She didn’t judge me or make any snide remarks. She reminded me I was worth more than I ever believed.”

Y/N smiled, tears pooling in her eyes. “She sounds nice.”

“She’s everything I’ve ever wanted but was afraid to reach out for,” Eddie continued. “She’s my light when the sky is grey and foggy. She keeps me sane when everything doesn’t make sense. She gives me the courage I never thought I could ever have.”

He gave her hands a squeeze. “I love you, Y/N...and I want to be with you.”

Y/N cupped his face with her hands and leaned in, pressing a kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes, cradling her face as he deepened the kiss.

And for a moment, his mind was at bay and content. Oh how he could get used to this.

#eddie kaspbrak #it chapter 2 #it chapter 2 fanfiction #it chapter 2 fic #adult eddie kaspbrak #adult eddie kaspbrak x reader #james ransone

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Temptations- Adult Eddie Kaspbrak X Reader

Word Count: 2968

Warnings: Cursing, smut, alcohol

Request: Hello! I was wondering if I could request a smut for adult Eddie Kaspbrak please? Maybe where the reader is a member of the losers club and her and Eddie had crushes on each other when they were younger and those feelings came back when they met up again at the restaurant. Maybe have it be set towards the end of the film and Eddie survives and figures what the hell and just gives into his feelings. Thank you so much in advance! ☺️

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When Mike had called, you were in the middle of teaching a lesson to your fourth period class. At first, you had let the phone buzz in your purse. The second time, you let it buzz again. The third time, you sighed, just throwing the answer key to the previous night's assignment under the ELMO to let the kids check their own work.

You pulled out your phone and answered. "Hello Ms. L/N speaking- if you'd please call at a later time- I'm in the middle of a lesson."

"Y/N, it's Mike."

The class had gone quiet so they could try and hear your conversation. You gave them all a slightly scolding yet somewhat amused look as you stepped out of the classroom. Outside, you spotted a teacher with her plan period across the hall.

You hurried over, phone still near your face but not quite pushed against it.

"Hey Diana," you smiled nervously, "can you take my class for a few minutes? They're juniors, it shouldn't be much trouble."

Seeing you had your phone, she nodded with a small smile and wordlessly stepped into the classroom.

You started walking towards the teacher work room and put the phone back to your ear. "Hello, yes, I'm sorry about that. I had to leave my classroom," you sighed. You lightly shook your head and forced a smile although the mystery man on the other side of the line wouldn't be able to see it. "So, I don't believe I know a Mike. Are you sure this isn't the wrong Y/N?"

"I'm positive. It's Mike Hanlon, from Derry. We used to be friends."

"I-" you paused, something starting to poke at your memory. You began to walk a bit faster, heels clicking viciously against the tile floor. "You were homeschooled weren't you? Had a little farm?"

"There we go. You remember."

"Yeah I do," you hummed softly, now wondering why on earth he was calling you after... how long? ... 27 years?

"It's back."

When you woke up, you were laying on a sickbed in the school infirmary, your legs just barely fitting on it. You moved your legs to the floor and sat up. The room spun a bit but it slowed down after a few moments.

You didn't remember much after that other than the pain as you collapsed in the middle of the hallway and hushed but panicked voices nearing.

_____

A few footsteps shuffled in and began to bombard you with questions over whether or not you were alright. Truthfully, you weren't and you'd say you weren't, but with a totally different explanation.

"Oh you see, I had a family emergency. My mom... she..." You struggled to come up with an excuse since your mother had passed away about a decade prior.

Luckily, one of the staff members, Diana from earlier, changed the subject. "How many days do you need off?"

The flight and arrival in Derry was all blurred to you. You were shocked you had managed to function like an actual human being. Or at least you thought you did; you couldn't say for certain.

"Maybe a week," you smiled small, but you hoped, you prayed it was less.

_____

Although as you entered the Jade Orient, part of your sanity seemed to return. You were clearheaded as you talked to the hostess, mentioning that you were there for a party of eight.

She gestured back towards a seating area that was blocked off by a wooden screen. You were hesitant to enter, there was no doubt about that, but you stepped in and gave a sigh of relief. There was no jump scare or moment of shock; just faces you knew that had aged over the years.

Mike and Bill were engrossed in a conversation that made both of their eyes light up. You overheard something about Bill's writing- oh yeah Bill was a famous writer now- and Mike's library.

Now, the other two were antithetical in comparison; Richie and Eddie were sitting across from each other, making fun of each other, bantering.

You smiled to yourself. Just like old times.

Richie was in the middle of a 'your mom' joke before he looked up and whistled. "Oh damn who is that thiccums over there?"

Working with high school students, you knew exactly what that meant and you turned red, shaking your head, but unable to stop smiling. "Keep it in your pants Richard." You held your arms out to hug him. "But get your ass over here and give me a hug."

Richie nearly leaped from his seat, tripping over his gangly legs, and wrapped his equally long arms around you.

It felt weird having Richie, who used to be shorter than you, stand above six foot and hug you so tightly, but it felt nice.

After he pulled away, he laughed. "Shit, you're showing me up. I got the dad bod and here you are with childbearing hips and an itty bitty waist."

You laughed embarrassedly. "Oh Richie you're flattering me."

You turned back towards the table, ready to speak but you stopped yourself. Staring at you was a slender but sharp face with inquisitive eyes as big as a Disney princess. His nose had sharpened in angles over the years but very faintly you could see familiar freckles from sunshine trailing over both cheeks and his nose.

He smiled at you and you smiled back, feeling the heat of a childhood crush fill your cheeks. "Hi Eddie."

He was up on his feet in an instant, pulling you close and into a hug that was almost too tight. Just almost. Yet you found your embarrassment fading and your cockiness growinf. "Miss me that much?"

He pulled away almost immediately, rambling over how it was "so amazing to see you" and how you "grew up to look exactly like your mother".

You rolled your eyes but your smile stayed as you went to squish his cheeks. "And you haven't changed at all," you cooed.

And you drank. Richie drank. Bill drank. Mike drank. Even Eddie, who had scolded you once or twice for underage drinking, drank to the point of delight.

He lightly pushed your hand away before you turned to the rest of the group, laughing. "I don't know about you guys, but I need a drink!"

______

When Ben and Bev arrived, they joined the festivities.

You didn't quite remember how, but you ended up in Eddie's lap, giggling, feeling like a teenager again. He felt the same as he had an arm lazily wrapped around your waist.

He kept his arm there as he walked you back to the townhouse; neither of you felt like it was suitable to drive back with how drunk you were.

The walk upstairs was jovial as you swung your hands together and laughed even though no jokes were told.

But the air changed once you had reached the top. Eddie's bedroom was closest and you weren't sure if he dragged you in or if you had pulled him in, but that didn't matter at all.

As soon as the door was closed, arms were wrapped snug around your waist, a chest surprisingly tough pressed against yours.

Eddie was staring at you, mouth barely agape, breathless. Inside he was panicking some but God he knew he wanted this.

"Tell me to stop," he warned.

You returned his look, but yours carried a smugness to it; like you were confident in the first place that things would go accordingly.

"Don't you dare stop."

With that, Eddie's mouth slammed against yours in a way that threw you off guard entirely. Eddie, as long as you had known him, had been somewhat pristine. Sure, he could be as loud as Richie and much angrier, and he was no Stan, but Eddie always had a neatness to him.

So to see him do something so intense, so sloppy took your breath away.

You kissed him back with a similar if not equal force that made your lips tingle and burn.

Your arms planted themselves around his neck; your hands grasped onto fistfuls of hair just as soft and thick as it had been before Eddie even hit puberty.

Eddie pulled away slightly, your lips maybe a centimeter apart, foreheads pressed together. "Maybe we should move this to the bed?" He phrased it more so as a question than a statement.

You nearly agreed, but you remembered something. "Eddie, we can't. You're married." You pulled your arms away from him and stepped back. "I don't care if your marriage isn't going well. I don't want to be the one to make you cheat." You looked to the ground, feeling as if you had sobered up.

Eddie stepped back a foot and tried to look anywhere that wasn't you. "Y-yeah, right. Sorry, I think I drank too much."

"I did too." You slowly made your way closer to the door before you told him, "have a good night, Eddie."

The following hours and days, you weren't exactly sure how long the process of killing a demon clown was, were grueling. Yet, all of you made it.

He mumbled something in return, but you didn't hear it because you were already down the hall.

_____

Yes, there were extremely terrifying moments that made you feel like you pissed yourself. Like when: Bill nearly drowned in water, Richie got put in the deadlights, Mike tried to get you all to do a ritual that killed the original casters, Ben had more shit carved into his stomach, Bev nearly drowned in blood, Eddie was stabbed in the fucking face, and you nearly suffocated at one point.

You took joy in watching the house on Neibolt Street collapse into itself. That house that had haunted you for nearly three decades was finally gone.

You looked around at your friends. Everyone was dirty and covered in blood of their own or even someone else's. "Hey guys," you began, "how about we go swimming?"

A small chorus of delayed and tired 'yeah's followed. All of you walked through town, ignoring those who looked at you like you were insane.

About halfway there, Eddie squirmed his way next to you and reached out for your hand.

After the quarry, you all went back to the townhouse, deciding to rest up before you'd all inevitably leave Derry once again. Only this time, you wouldn't forget. You'd remember your friends and go on in life with them as your friends.

You let him.

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Quietly, you walked to your room and as soon as you could, you took a long shower. You took great care in getting all of the blood and dirt off of your skin. You washed beneath your nails. You spent time carefully working the knots out of your hair.

Once you were out, you walked to your luggage, going through it for anything comfortable. You wondered if you had left some things from a previous trip inside because you did not remember packing lingerie.

You thought about it for a moment before saying fuck it and you put on the lingerie with a small satin robe over it.

Just as you tied the robe, a knock came on the door. "Y/N, may I come in?" It was Eddie's voice.

"Yeah come on in, Eddie," you called, going to sit on the end of your bed.

Eddie carefully opened the door, and peeked his head inside before he completely appeared. You noted that he was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. You had never seen Eddie in sweats before and you weren't complaining at the change.

Eddie's cheeks went red at the sight of you but he sat next to you nonetheless.

"So I called it off with Myra."

Those were not at all the words you expected.

"Woah Eddie, I'm sorry." You reached out to put your hand on his shoulder.

He sighed and turned toward you. "This week made me realize something. Well, more accurately, it made me remember something." He takes one of your hands between his own. "I care for you more than anyone else. You make me laugh, you make smile, you make me brave. You do all these things to me and I know what that means. I think I've known since we were kids." He looks into your eyes. "I love you."

You practically tackled Eddie, knocked him back onto the mattress and kissed him. It was a soft kiss, but it lingered as you cupped his non injured cheek with your hand. "I love you too Eddie. So much."

You kissed him again, slightly harder this time and planted yourself to where you were straddling him.

It didn't take long for you to feel something underneath you. Just the thought of it was enough to drive you crazy.

Just like Eddie had said once before, you looked down at him and said, "tell me to stop."

He quickly shook his head. He wanted this even though he wasn't exactly sure what all of this entailed.

You leaned down to kiss him once again before dragging your lips down to his jaw. You found a spot that made his breath hitch in his throat and decided to mark it, gently biting and sucking until you left a deep purple mark there.

Eddie groaned before switching gears. You were the one laying on your back as Eddie kneeled between your legs. "Can we get this robe off?"

You leaned up a little before untying the robe and tossed it to the floor.

Eddie took a moment to stare at you. You wore baby doll lingerie; essentially a type of intimate nightgown that's usually see through.

That's exactly how yours was. He could see your nipple starting to poke at the fabric, stretching it.

He reached down and gently squeezed your chest, earning a shaky breath. He moved to cup your breast, his thumb tracing your nipple. You whined a bit at the feeling of lace scratching over it and the feeling of Eddie's hand.

It had admittedly been quite a while since you had the touch of someone other than your own hand or a Hitachi so you felt extremely sensitive.

In a swift movement, Eddie pulled the fabric away from your chest entirely and replaced his thumb with his tongue. You moaned quietly as he began to work on your chest. His hand found its way to your other breast.

Your legs tried to clench but Eddie sat between them and once he felt that, he moved his attention downwards.

He moved back and grabbed the waistband of your panties. He looked at you. "May these come off?"

You nodded. "Yes take them off. Please."

He gingerly slid them down your legs before tossing them onto your robe.

He leaned down between your legs but didn't use his mouth yet. Instead, he tested the waters with one finger, first rubbing your clit, which earned a whine. Then he stuck a finger in to see exactly how needy you were. The answer? Very.

Eddie began to methodically finger you while his tongue flicked against your clit repeatedly. Just knowing that Eddie was the one doing it made your heart beat fast and your head dizzy.

"Eddie," you moaned, "more."

With that, Eddie added a second finger and began to curl them inside of you, earning a somewhat loud gasp. You put your hand over your mouth, fully aware that Richie's room was the next one over and man you did not want that conversation tomorrow morning.

It didn't take long for you to tangle your fingers in Eddie's hair and chant his name. He ate you out more viciously, his fingers pumping in and out at a rate that made you dripping wet.

When your orgasm came, you bucked your hips up, moaned into your hand, and squirted. Luckily Eddie was out of the way by that point. You knew how he was about bodily fluids but he didn't seem to mind right then.

He leaned down and kissed you. You were much more eager in the kiss as you tried to get over the high of your orgasm. He whispered praises into your ear and after a moment, you switched it over again.

Now Eddie was beneath you as you slid his sweats and boxers down in one swoop.

You looked at Eddie. "Do you care whether or not we use a condom?"

He shook his head, surprising himself. "Not at all."

You whispered a small "thank god" before lining yourself up with him. You slid down onto him with a lewd mew.

Eddie's hands found themselves on your hips, lightly squeezing. A nearly lightheaded feeling washed over you, but you admittedly wanted more.

You brought your hips back up before sliding down onto his cock again, making both of you groan.

You rested your hands on his chest as both of you whimpered and groans at each slap of your thighs against his torso.

It felt like an embarrassingly short time before your thighs tried to clench around him.

It felt embarrassing for him as well once he began to feel the coil in his stomach tighten.

You came with a rather pornographic moan and your walls tightened around Eddie. The sensation was enough to finish him off, making him cum.

Breathlessly, sex drives and overall shape not as great as it used to be, the both of you lay down.

You find yourself cuddling into Eddie's chest as one of his legs lazily lays over your own.

Eddie sighs happily. "Well that's like a wet dream come true."

You giggle. "And one hell of a way to start a relationship."

Eddie smiles softly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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