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fryingpan1234567 · 2 years

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Masterlist? Kind of? REWRITE

fandoms list (yes this is everything, not in any particular order): Hermitcraft, ESMP, Life Series, Marvel, DC, WOF, Riordanverse, MHA, Trap House/ XPLR, Divergent, Hunger Games, Maze Runner, Disney, ATLA, Wizarding World, IT, Ducktales, any and all theater (TECH PEOPLE UNITE), Gravity Falls, SVTFOE, Thomas Sanders, Daredevil, horror (Scream especially my beloved), Transformers, Jurassic World, Star Wars, Little Nightmares, Pacific Rim, Monsterverse, Pitch Perfect, RWRB, Young Royals, Osemanverse, SCP, Six of Crows, TAWOG, Berrybrook/ BBMS, Descendants, TMNT, Alan Becker/ AVM, Top Gun, Umbrella Academy, Neytirix, Voltron, Greatest Showman, X-men, Zelda, DBD, Undertale, Daughter of the Deep, Poppy Playtime, Black Phone, Murder Drones, Free Guy, Good Omens, Nimona (movie), COD, Hazbin Hotel, Dead Boy Detectives, Fast and Furious, AOUAD, WEBTOONs: Homesick, Boyfriends, School Bus Graveyard, High Class Homos, Everything is Fine, BWFA, Clinic of Horrors, Reunion, Castle Swimmer, The D!ckheads

ship moment (and I’m probably forgetting some):

Hermitcraft/ ESMP/ Life Series etc—

Mostly a multishipper? But I do have some favorites

Scarian

Rendoc

Ethubs

Team ZIT

HEX

Hypnocrafted

Stresskall

Jels

Welsuma

Gridoc

GLASS!! SPOUSES!! I will die on this hill

Team Rancher

Nature Wives

Marvel —

Parleynova/ any variation

Ironstrange

Stucky

Thorbruce

Kate x Yelena I don’t remember

Shuri x MJ

Shuriri

Spideypool

Spideypool but fem

Venomeddie

Nightsilver

Nightangel

DC—

Birdflash

Jayroy

Timkon

Damijon

Steph x Cass x Kara?? Not sure about that name lol

Superbats

Halbarry

Harlivy (DUH)

Batcat

Bluepulse

Jaytim

Jaydick

Yeah yeah I’m a multishipper you know the drill

WOF—

Qinter

Glorybringer

Sunny is aroace fight me

Turtlejou

Moon is also. Aroace

Lynx and Snowfall

Pineapple and Jambu😭

Plus a bunch from Lauren Black’s books if you haven’t read them go do it she may as well be canon

Riordanverse—

Pipabeth

Obligatory Percabeth

Jercy

Valgrace

Solangelo (duh)

Thaleyna

Blitzstone

Fierrochase

Malconnor (MY BELOVEDDD)

NEW SHIP ALERT: Engineering bfs (Jake Mason x Malcolm Pace)

MHA—

Kiribaku

Dekushima

Momojirou

Miritamu

Shinkami

Dabihawks

Shigadabi

Wizarding World (oh boy)—

The constant struggle over choosing between Drarry and Scorbus is real

But also Hedric

Perciver

Deamus

Wolfstar duh

Jegulus

Rosekiller

Linny

I don’t remember the Teddy x James one but

It (2017 + 2019)—

REDDIEEE

Stenbrough

Benverly

we stan aroace Mike

Transformers—

Racer bfs

I don’t know any ship names help

OP and Ratchet

Wheeljack and Bulkhead

Arcee and Arachnid just not when they’re toxic

KOBD

MegOP

Star Wars—

Stormpilot ftw

Dinluke

Kylux

Reyrose

What’s the mando princess x priestess one again

Osemanverse—

Don’t talk to me canon ships are perfect

Berrybrook—

Starting off by saying these are CHILDREN and I’m not sexualizing them in any way

Canon ships are SO CUTEEE I CAN’T

I think Jensen is aroace

Hedgehog and whatever that emo kid from the Diary is called (I KNOW THEY’RE MINOR CHARACTERS LEAVE ME ALONE)

Listen I know that Alex and Joseph are both taken but I’m ngl I thought they were dating at the beginning of Enemies

Send ships I’ll probably agree with you

Descendants—

Harlos and Umvie are superior

Multiship lol

Top Gun—

Hangster

Icemav

Payback and Fanboy

Bob and Phoenix

DBD—

Ghostfrank

Susie x Julie

Hag x Blight

Any of the girls paired up

I know zero ship names

Black Phone—

Finbin/ Rinney

Brance

Showstagg

Murder Drones—

I… don’t like Uzi, sorry

Not gonna ship her with N

And V is toxic

And Cyn is a psychopath but they had good chemistry— I like her (thus far)

J and Tessa they’re cute

Thad is gay as fuck. That is all

Nimona—

Nimona x anarchy and murder <33

COD—

Okay omg

I think all the ships are honestly arguable we don’t really have bad ones

BUT I do have my favorites

Soapghostroach/ any variation but especially that one

Gaz x Jackson

Nikprice

Alerudy

Alex x Farah I forgot the name lmao

Hazbin—

Radioapple

Radiostatic

Vox x Valentino

Huskerdust (AAAAAAAAAA)

Homesick—

Personally I’m on Tommie’s side as far as shipping Rayne goes but I do love Sam

Unfortunately. Most of the characters are dead

There’s not a lot of people to ship

SBG—

AIDEN X TYLER!! MY BOYS!!

Taylor x Ash

Logan x Ben

The fact that there’s official art of them TvT my heart

Castle Swimmer—

Mono x Galoo

Honestly Skiff is so cute. If Kappa and Siren are poly that would be so

Fizz is a dick. That is all

D!ckheads—

If Levi and Eli and Marcus don’t end up together I swear to god

The mean girl and the druggy they’re perfect for each other

people that own my heart (aka I will write/ rb x readers for, but that doesn’t happen often):

Jason Todd/ Red Hood

Dick Grayson/ Nightwing

Simon Ghost Riley

König (my person hc for his real name is Jakob Kilgore, but I don’t tag him like that)

Any non-specific Ghostface

Druig

Matt Murdock/ Daredevil

SHH NONE OF THESE SAY ANYTHING ABOUT ME DON’T THINK ABOUT IT TOO HARD

some AU’s I got:

Superhero au (Hermitcraft)

Theater au (Hermitcraft)

Marvel x DC

DC x Riordanverse

High school au (DC)

Greatest Showman au (DC)

Hunger Games au (Riordanverse)

PacRim au (Riordanverse)

Wizarding World au (Riordanverse)

Riordanverse x Marvel

Band au (Wizarding World/ Marauders era)

IT x Stranger Things

Everybody lives au (TBP)

Riordanverse au (COD)

I got 2 different band aus for COD— one is Måneskin themed and the other is Arctic Monkeys

Top Gun au (COD)

Halo au (COD)

Avatar au (COD)

PacRim au (COD)

SCP au (COD)

Jurassic World au (COD)

Homesick x SBG

non-specific tags:

DBD is what I tag everything horror, even if it’s not in the game lmao

everything random that isn’t really related to anything is tagged shitpost

so I know I forgot some ships. send some in I’ll probably agree with you lol

ask! me! about! my oc’s! I have literally tons for basically every fandom so

yes you can make oneshot/ headcanon requests for almost any of these

I yell about a different fandom every day filter by tags XD don’t see the one you’re looking for because I haven’t made anything for it yet? ask away!

consistent formatting is a myth. sometimes I use proper capitalization and punctuation. sometimes I do one and not the other. sometimes I don’t do either. I’m consistent PER POST at least LMAO

asks always open!

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calcifersfireplaceonao3 · 2 years

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Prompt requests!

Ask box and messaging is open!

Hi! I’m taking short requests, they can be pretty much anything: fluff, angst, AUs – you betcha. Rating from general to mature (spice level is up to what I’m feeling for the prompt given to me)

Platonic is totally fine as well! It doesn't have to be only shippy: want Palamedes and Gideon to have a heart to heart? Free therapy for the Mighty Nein with Caduecus Clay? Claire and Ada's first meeting? Sounds good to me

I won’t do: Explicit smut, character death (open to negotiation though), SA or anything in that area, omegaverse

If it says on your blog you are a minor I will not write anything past a pg-13 rating, I can't stop what you read but I will not write that for you

It's ultimately up to me whether or not I fulfill a prompt, submitting something doesn't mean I am obligated to complete it. There is no set turnaround time though I will try to get it out as soon as I can. This is for fun :)

Ships:

- Resident Evil:

Cleon (Claire Redfield/Leon S Kennedy)

Valenfield (Chris Redfield/Jill Valentine)

Shake (Sherry Birkin/Jake Muller)

Reilly (Rebecca Chambers/Billy Coen)

- Critical Role:

Vaxleth (Vax’ildan/Keyleth)

Vexleth (Vex’ahlia/Keyleth)

Widobrave (Veth “Nott” Brenatto/Caleb Widoghast)

Beauyasha (Beauregard Lionett/Yasha Nydoorin)

- Life is Strange:

Marshfield (Kate Marsh/Max Caulfield)

Luchenrich (Ryan Lucan/Alex Chen/Steph Gingrich)

- The Locked Tomb

Griddlehark (Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus)

Mercymorn/Augustine

Harrianthe (Harrowhark Nonagesimus/Ianthe Tridentarius)

Campal (Camilla Hect/Palamedes Sextus)

- Misc:

Dina/Ellie (The Last of Us part 2)

Claurenz (Claude Von Riegan/Lorenz Hellman Gloucester; Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Leomari (Leonie Pinelli/Marianne Von Edmund; Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Reddie (Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier; IT)

Benverly (Beverly Marsh/Ben Hanscom; IT)

Jillian Holtzmann/Patty Tolan (Ghostbuster 2016)

If a ship isn’t there that you’re looking for, I’m sorry, it’s most likely that I’m just not interested OR that I didn’t feel that I could do them justice.

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myeverythingisyourstruly · 3 years

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The first thing I’ve written in a while.

#reddie #Richie x Eddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #fanfiction #IT FANDOM #it fanfiction #college au #minor benverly #the losers club

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reddiekaspbrak · 5 years

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A SNEAKY PEAKY OF MY FIC

“Hey,” he felt someone poking the side of his arm. “Whatcha reading?” they asked, and Eddie looked up to see Richie Tozier with a grin on his face.

“Why do you care?” he asked, dumbfounded. People like Richie Tozier never talk to him, they never care what he is reading, and they definitely do not sit next to him in the front row of AP Calculus. Eddie didn’t even know Richie was in this class.

“Just making conversation,” Richie shrugged, trying to hide that he was feeling a bit hurt. “Look, Eds, I’m really sorry about earlier. I swear I didn’t mean to run into you and knock you over.” he said, turning his whole body in the desk to face Eddie.

“It’s fine, Richie, really.” Eddie said. He did seem really apologetic; maybe Eddie had been a bit rude.

okay so basically Eddie is a super nerdy kid in school, and Richie is a super popular stoner in school. In kindergarten and first grade, they had been best friends, and now it is senior year of high school. They don’t have resentful feelings towards each other, because it was first grade, but in the back of Eddie’s mind he’s always wondered why they stopped hanging out. But it was first grade so he really doesn’t care too much. Eddie gets straight A’s and reads books in his free time, Richie hangs out with the losers (Bev, Ben, Bill, Mike, Stan) and smokes pot in his free.

Anyways as you probably guessed Richie worms his way back into this cute little nerds life :-)

First chapter posted whenever I come up with a title yikes

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it #it fanfic #reddie fanfic #reddie fic #stephen king #stephen king it #it 2017 #reddiekaspbrak writes #minor benverly

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thestarsaroundyourscars · 6 years

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I met you in the dark, you lit me up, ch 2

Chapter 2: The day after

Summary: In which Richie Tozier is dying to call Eddie Kaspbrak, aka the love of his life since last night, and ask him out on a date. But before he can do that, he has to explain to Stan and Mike why he ended up in their apartment and just how he went from a sulking mess to a love sick idiot in just one night. He must also convince Beverly to get him Eddie’s number. Not to mention get over his own doubts and nerves and actually call the kid.

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Words: 3,294

AO3 link

Chapter 1 link

tag list: @daddyphantomtbh enjoy <3

And I’m also tagging @richietoaster @yes-dillman-yes @beepbeeprichiellc and @thetheatregal because you commented on the first part and I thought you might want to read this one too, hope you all don’t mind <3

When Richie went to sleep earlier that day, he planned on sleeping till noon to the very least, but Stan, Mike and their cat, Noodles had a very different idea.

Richie knew his friends were morning people, and he had gotten used to sleeping through the noise of their morning routine after countless sleepovers in their years of friendship. What he was not used to was having a cat mistake his legs for something he could sharpen his nails with.

Luckily for Richie he had been too tired last night to take off his pants before he fell asleep on the couch and Noodles’ nails did more damage to the fabric than to his skin. He still felt it though and, in an attempt to shake the cat off, he kicked at it with his legs making both him and Noodles fall from the couch, but whereas Noodles landed gracefully on the floor, Richie most definitely didn’t, hitting his elbow against the coffee table on his way down.

“Fucking hell!” he shouted, rubbing at his injured arm. He tried to stand up only to get tangled up in the blankets and fall again, hitting his head this time, “This is all your fault, you stupid cat.”

“I can hear you Richard, leave Noodles alone” he heard Stan say from the kitchen.

“Tell your evil hairball of a pet to leave me alone then!”

“He is not evil. He is a sweetheart and he is harmless” Stan said.

“Harmless my ass, he was using my leg as his personal nail sharpener.”

“Well, you took over his couch so, can you blame him?”

“Sometimes I feel like you love this cat more than you love me, Stanley” Richie replied flatly while disentangling himself from the mess of blankets on the floor.

“More like, always” Stan answered. Richie could hear Mike laugh at that, “Especially considering said cat doesn’t wake me up in the middle of the night to ask if he can sleep over.”

“I already said I was sorry, if anything you should blame Beverly, she was the one who sexiled me” he said entering the kitchen. Stan was sitting on the counter sipping coffee from a mug, while Mike stood in front of the kitchen cooking breakfast, something delicious if the smell that filled the room was any indication, “Hiya, Mikey” he said and took a seat next to Stan.

“Hey Rich” Mike answered waving at him with the spatula.

“Even then” Stan replied, “you are to blame. If you had other friends you could’ve crashed at their place instead of ours.”

“Oh but who needs more friends when I already have you, Stan the man” Richie said throwing an arm around his friend’s shoulders and messily kissing his cheek.

“Uhh get off of me, you menace” said Stan, forcefully pushing Richie’s face away but failing to hide how the corners of his mouth were curling up in a smile.

“How about instead, you two get off my counter and go sit on a chair, you know, like normal people?” Mike said.

“Aww Mikey. You should know by now we are nowhere near normal, ain’t that right, Stanny?” Richie joked but they did get off the counter.

They made small talk while Mike finished cooking and Richie and Stan helped set the table. Then, before they sat down together to eat, Richie went to the bathroom and searched through the cabinets until he found some ibuprofen and took it, he didn’t get hangovers anymore, two years of college and years of being friends with Beverly Marsh will do that to you, but sometimes he did wake up with a headache.

I wonder how Eds is feeling though, he thinks, he seems like the kind of guy who does get hangovers after drinking too much, and he drank an awful lot last night. The thought of Eddie and the memory of last night brings a smile to his face, something both Stan and Mike notice when he joins them at the table.

“Okay, spill, what happened last night” said Stan.

“What?”

“You have the exact same stupid smile as you did when you showed up.”

“Can’t I just be happy, Stan?” Richie replied trying to shrug it off but he could feel his cheeks starting to pink up.

“Yes, you can, but Beverly called me yesterday afternoon saying you were sulking over the Heather thing again” Richie flinched at the mention of her name and Stan smiled sympathetically before continuing, “she said you refused to talk to her or go out or even eat and yet, here you are not even 24 hours later smiling and joking and you expect me to believe nothing happened?”

Richie considered bullshitting his way out of this one, but these were two of his closest friends and truth be told he was dying to tell someone about Eddie, so he sighed and said instead, “Fine, you’re right.”

“Of course I am, I know you better than anyone” Stan replied smugly, “now spill.”

Mike added, “Yeah Rich, tell us”.

“Fine, you nosy losers. So, after hours of being annoying Bev managed to drag me out of the apartment last night and we went to this bar. Then the guy Bev has been gushing about, Ben, shows up, right? So, Bev wasn’t exaggerating when she talked to you, I was in a really shitty mood cause of the whole Heather thing so when she went to say hi to him I stayed behind, cause I didn’t feel like being around anyone. Except she didn’t only say hi, she sat down to talk to him some more. So I drank for a while but then, when I was about to leave, this guy and I swear to you, he was hands down the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen, just sits next to me.”

“Ah, everything is starting to make sense now” Mike said grinning.

“Yeah and turns out, he knows my name and at first I freak out a bit cause weird, right? But then he gets so flustered and nervous and tries to explain and turns out he’s Ben’s friend and he saw me walk in with Bev and figured if our friends were going to ditch us we might as well keep each other company” Richie is full on grinning by now and Mike and Stan are both giving him a knowing look, “so we talked, got to know each other, then Bev tells me she’s leaving with Ben and that I need to find a place to stay, and he, Eddie, says that I can stay at his apartment”.

“Wait, so if he invited you to stay over, why did you come here instead?”

“Patience, Stanley dear. I did go to his apartment but he was drunk, I mean so was I, but that’s not the point. The point is, he wasn’t feeling well so it didn’t feel right for me to stay there, let alone do anything with him, even though he did ask me to. Stay, that is. And to kiss him. Gosh you should have seen him, he was pouting and it was the cutest fucking thing ever and…”

“Richie.”

“Right, focus. So I helped him to bed and told him I’d call him today, maybe ask him on out a date? I mean, I didn’t tell him that but I really, really want to ask him out. He’s just the most amazing guy and he’s so beautiful and his eyes are so fucking pretty, you guys, and truth be told I think I might be in love with him” he finishes and there’s that silly smile again. He can see Stan opening his mouth to say something but before he can, he adds “I know what you’re going to say…”

“Oh do you?” said Stan with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, you’re going to say that I just met him and that I can’t be in love with him”

“Actually, I was gonna say I’m glad you met this guy and that he was able to cheer you up. No matter what I say, I hate seeing you all mopey and miserable.”

Both he and Mike stared at him and Stanley just shrugged as if saying ’What?’, then Richie said, “Hold me, Stanley I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. In fact, I wish it was possible to screen shot a verbal conversation so that I could show it to you the next time you claim that you hate me.” The three of them laughed at that.

“When are you going to call him?” Mike asked.

“Well I need his number first” he said “don’t worry, I already told Bev to ask Ben for it, I just don’t think she has seen the message yet. Can’t blame her though, if it had been me getting laid last night I wouldn’t have read my messages either.”

As if on cue Richie’s phone rang. He went to get it and found Bev’s response to the text he sent her the night before.

Bev: Love of your life, huh? Aren't you getting a little bit ahead of yourself there buddy?

Richie: Uh no, he is the love of my life

He just doesn’t know it yet

Bev: Is that why he didn’t give you his number?

Richie: No, he didn’t give me his number because he was drunk and fell asleep before I could ask him for it

Bev: Wait, so you did leave with him? I thought you went to Stan and Mike's

Mike texted me saying that if Stan killed you, it was my fault for wanting to get laid

Which reminds me, thank you for telling them, asshole

Richie: You never said I couldn’t tell them? And I had to defend myself if I was to survive Stan’s wrath

But yeah, I did leave with Eddie

But I also went to their apartment

Bev: ??? That explains literally nothing

Richie: It's a long story, they can fill you in later.

RIGHT NOW I NEED YOU TO GET ME EDDIE'S NUMBER, WOMAN

Bev: You exposed me to them, why should I help you?

Richie: Because you love me

AND BECAUSE I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU GET BETWEEN ME AND MY LOVE

No, but seriously Bev I really like him and I want to ask him out and date him and love him

Please <3

Bev: Fine

But only because Ben saw your texts and he thinks it's cute you like Eddie so much

Richie: TELL BEN I FUCKING LOVE HIM

Bev: (215) 509-6995

Richie: YOU ARE THE FUCKING BEST, BEVERLY MARSH <3

Bev: I know

Now go get your man ;)

He saved the number under ’Eds <3’ and returned to the kitchen. Mike and Stan were cleaning up, so he joined them, all the while thinking what he was going to say to Eddie when he called him.

After they were done with the cleanup, Mike and Stan invited Richie to hang out with them. I can always call Eds later, he thought, he’s probably still asleep, so he said yes and stayed at their apartment. A few hours later he said his goodbyes, promised to tell them how everything turned out with Eddie and head back home.

Once he was there, Bev and Ben nowhere to be found, he took a shower and figured he might as well get some work done. He knew he was putting off calling Eddie but he told himself he was giving him time to recover from his imminent hangover, but the truth was that he was nervous, it had been a while since he had felt like this with anyone, especially someone he had just met and he was afraid of somehow ruining it before it even started.

After hours of stalling, he finally forced himself to grab the phone and dial Eddie’s number, he almost hung up especially because it was a while before Eddie answered and when he did answer Richie almost dropped the phone.

“Hello?”

“Eds! Hi!”

“Richie?” He heard the surprise in Eddie’s voice and he felt bad for not calling him earlier, it was clear he thought Richie wasn’t going to.

“The one and only. Sorry I didn’t call you earlier Eds”

“That’s okay” he didn’t sound convinced though.

“It’s just… I was a bit nervous I guess” Richie explained.

“Why would you be nervous?” Eddie asked, confused.

“I didn’t know if you actually wanted me to call you? I thought maybe last night was just the alcohol in you talking” Until he said it aloud Richie hadn’t realized it was true, he was worried that maybe sober Eddie didn’t like him as much as drunk Eddie had seemed to.

“Hey, you don’t have to be nervous. As embarrassed as I am for saying what I said… I meant all of it. I’m really glad you called, Richie.” He said softly and Richie smiled.

“Me too. I missed your voice, Eddie Spaghetti” and before Eddie could say something about the nickname, he added, “How are you feeling?”

“Oh, uh I’m good. I slept a lot, so. Bill actually checked of I was alive when he got home around noon and saw I wasn’t up yet” he chuckled, “and when I woke up I did have this horrible headache but the aspirins you left out for me helped, so thanks for that and, you know, everything else.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Eds” he said sincerely, “I’m just glad you’re all better now”.

“I do, and I also feel like I have to apologize to you. I’m sorry you had to see all of... that” Richie could practically hear the grimace in Eddie’s voice.

“Eds, stop worrying. It’s not the first time nor the last time I’ll have to deal with drunken sick people” he assured him, “ and I can promise you none of them were as adorable as you, so really it was my pleasure”.

“Oh God, please stop” Eddie said but he was laughing, “I am not adorable, and definitely not while laying sick on the bathroom floor”.

“Sorry babe, I meant what I said. Not even vomit can stop you from being attractive” he said and he knew that by now Eddie was probably blushing like crazy both at the nickname and what Richie said. God, I wish I could see his face right now, he thinks.

“You’re an idiot” Eddie replied and Richie smiled at the fondness with which he said it.

They both felt silent after that, it wasn’t an awkward silence but it made both of them anxious, they wanted to keep the conversation going but they didn’t know what to say. C’mon Tozier, they don’t call you Trashmouth for nothing, just say something, Richie said to himself.

“Uh, so I got attacked by a cat today” Seriously, out of all the things, that’s what you choose to say?

“You… what?” Eddie asked and he seemed to not know if he should take this seriously or if it was some joke.

“Stan and Mike’s cat, Noodles, attacked me. You would think a cat with a name like that would be a sweetheart but the truth is that he’s the spawn of Satan and he fucking hates me.”

Eddie chuckled, Richie could be so dramatic, “What happened?”

“He thought my leg was one of those things cats use to scratch their nails on?”

“A scratching post?”

Richie pauses, “is that what they’re called?”

“I think so”

“Huh, interesting. Anyways yeah, he did that.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“I mean, he messed up my jeans and when I tried to defend myself I fell from the couch and hit the coffee table, but I lived.”

Eddie exploded in laughter at that, Richie would have been offended if it wasn’t the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Eventually, his laughter dissolved into giggles and Richie was sure he was going to die with how cute Eddie sounded.

“That sounds awful, I’m glad you made it out alive” Eddie said, still giggling.

“You don’t sound so concerned” Richie said with fake offense.

“Oh no, I am. I know cats can be dangerous.”

“Oh yeah? You ever been attacked by one?”

“Not attacked, but I used to be really allergic to them and there was this one time where I ended up in the hospital after Bill and I rescued a lost kitten from the rain and took him to his house” he explained.

“Seriously? Just picturing that is giving me a fucking cavity Eds, it’s too fucking sweet” A small Eddie carrying an even smaller kitten under the rain? Yeah, definitely the most adorable thing ever.

Eddie snorts and Richie can hear someone call his name in the background.

“Hold on a second, Rich” he tells him and then there are muffled voices, Eddie’s and some other guy’s, they conversation lasts a couple of seconds and then he’s back on the phone. “Sorry, that was Bill, I’m supposed to drive him to work and he has to go in a bit earlier than usual”.

“Oh. So you have to go?” Richie says, and tries to keep the disappointment out of his voice but fails miserably.

“Unfortunately” Richie took comfort in the fact that Eddie sounded just as upset as him to end the phone call, “But, uh, we could text? I mean, not while I’m driving of course, but you can text me and I’ll answer as soon as I can. If you want, that is.”

“Can’t get enough of me, can you, Spaghetti?” Richie joked, but the idea of continuing to talk to Eddie, even if it was through texts, excited him.

“Oh shut up, I could practically hear you pouting when I told you I had to go” Eddie replied in defense.

“You got me there” Richie admits. No point in denying it, he thinks.

There’s silence again and Richie hears who he guesses is Bill calling Eddie’s name.

“Shit, I really have to go Rich”

“Fine. But can I ask you something first?”

“You just did” He can hear the smirk in Eddie’s voice.

“Don’t be a smartass” he says but he’s laughing, “so, I wanted to know, if, you know, if maybe you would like to, I don’t know, go out? With me? Like, on a date?” He face palms at how that came out. Real fucking smooth, Tozier.

Eddie doesn’t answer right away and Richie starts to panic. He’s trying to decide whether he should apologize or just hang up, when Eddie answers, “I’d love to.”

“Oh, thank fuck” Richie exhales and both of them start laughing giddily.

It’s Eddie who talks first and he says, “Listen, Rich, Bill is one second away from stealing my car and driving himself to work so I really have to go, but let’s discuss the details over texts, okay?”

“Sure thing, Eds” Richie answers and he’s smiling so much his face is starting to hurt. Richie is glad he didn’t make this call while still on Mike and Stan’s apartment or with Beverly around, he would be in for so much teasing if he had.

“Great! Talk to you soon then” Eddie said.

“Bye, Eddie” He says and hangs up after Eddie’s small “Bye”.

He sits there, on his bed for a couple of minutes, still smiling. Then he opens the group chat he has with Beverly, Stan and Mike and types a message.

Guess who has a date with the most adorable boy in the history of forever?

And before either of them can answer, he sends second message.

That’s fucking right, you losers, it’s me!

Then he opens a new chat and texts Eddie, eager to start planning their first date.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #college au #stan uris #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #minor benverly #richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak x richie tozier #my writing #i met you in the dark you lit me up #chapter two #reddie fanfic #reddie fanfiction #the losers club

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must have been something you said

Against my better judgement, I’m posting this.

Richie/Eddie; 2.4k words; summary:

Richie takes a little breath like he’s about to say something when Ben interrupts.

Or, more accurately, Ben’s shitty taste in music does. The moment--not the moment; it wasn’t a moment; they definitely weren’t having a moment--the split second of intimacy is ruined by the chorus of (I Just) Died in Your Arms blasting through the clubhouse. Instantly both of them jump into protests.

“Ben, are you fucking kidding me?” Richie says, at the same time as Eddie hollers, “Not this a-fucking-gain!” Richie keeps cursing as Eddie wriggles around just in time to see Bev’s fingers still lingering on the volume dial, a smirk on her face. She sees him looking and her eyes dart to Stan, whose expression that Eddie’s beginning to think of as smartass is dialed nearly as high as the fucking song.

Eddie slides back into Richie’s grasp in some kind of shock--dying in his arms, he thinks, which for whatever reason just makes him jittery. He can feel Richie’s blush, his skin gone red hot, but rather than Eddie’s stunned silence, Richie leaps into chatter. “Actually, it’s kind of catchy, now that I think about it,” he says, shaking his shoulders to the song.

must have been something you said

It’s raining outside the clubhouse. Underground feels safe and warm: the seven of them sit around engrossed in their separate interests. Ben fiddles with his boombox, while Bill teaches Mike how to play chess. Stan just watches them all with a kind of soft but knowing expression, leaning back against a supporting post. He’s the only one of them that still wears his shower cap; now it covers his curls from both spiders and the trickle of rain that’s leaking in from the trapdoor. But no one makes fun of Stan for wearing it, not even Richie.

Eddie catches his gaze now. Stan’s eyes still hold that knowing look that makes him blush without knowing what he’s embarrassed about. Stan watches him a moment, then looks at Richie, then at the dip in the hammock where their hands meet.

Eddie shifts away quickly, rocking the hammock. Richie looks up from his comic. “Asshole, I’m gonna fall out!”

“Good,” says Eddie, “it’s my turn anyway.”

The joke’s old. No one uses the hammock except for Richie and Eddie. No, not Richie and Eddie, he thinks, Richie-and-Eddie. He hasn’t ever been in it by himself for more than thirty seconds, and vice versa. If one’s in it, the other will join him, no questions asked. Eddie claiming turns is as absurd as him trying to share it with, like, Ben.

Nothing against Ben, who’s humming softly to his latest mixtape--although, really, Loverboy? It’s just that Richie and Eddie have their own things. Like how Beverly buys Ben cassettes he’d like. Although not quite like that, Eddie thinks. More like how Bill bikes to Mike’s farm every Friday after school.

He watches they way Bill guides Mike’s hand, curled around a white knight, across the board. Maybe not like that either.

He checks, but Stan’s now watching Bev with a similar knowingness. Richie grabs Eddie’s hand back. Eddie snatches it away--his palms are sweaty.

“I wanna stretch my legs out--move,” says Richie, planting his feet on Eddie’s chest.

“Gross,” says Eddie. “I can’t move, there’s no room, if you’d just stop growing for five fucking seconds--”

“Come lie at this end, then we can both have more space,” Richie says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and like Eddie’s an idiot for not thinking of it. He drops his comic on the ground and holds his arms out to Eddie mockingly, Come here, Eddiebear, give me a big kiss, like Eddie’s seriously just going to crawl over and lie on his chest.

“That’s my comic, dipshit, it better not get dirty,” is all he says. Although Eddie doesn’t like Green Lantern all that much. When he’d seen it, he thought about Richie with his empty pockets and his stash of DC comics, and he thought, Why the fuck not?

But that’s nothing like Bev and Ben. Bev doesn’t even like Ben like that, Eddie’s pretty sure. Not that that has anything to do with--anything. “I am not cuddling up with you, Trashmouth,” he says.

To Eddie’s surprise, Richie just drops his arms. “All right, fine then,” he says. “Guess you don’t need much legroom anyway.”

Eddie scowls. “For your information, I’ve grown just as much as you, and it’s been proven that people who have early growth spurts end up being short when they’re older--” He stops when he nearly topples out of the hammock, as Richie strains to pick up his comic from the ground.

Eddie kicks his shoulder to get him to stop. He frowns and chews his lip. Then he thinks, Fuck it, because who cares? “Fine,” he says, and clambers over to lie on Richie’s ribs.

Richie gasps sharply--probably just because Eddie elbows him right in the sternum. He realizes that his hips are nearly parallel with Richie’s and pushes him to the side, rougher than he means. “There, dipshit, happy now?”

“You’re crushing my arm,” is all Richie says, and Eddie can’t explain the disappointment he feels. But then as Richie extricates his right arm from under Eddie’s spine he instead wraps it around his shoulders, so that his thumb brushes Eddie’s collarbone, and Eddie almost wishes his fanny pack wasn’t across the room because he feels remarkably short of breath. Somehow their legs are still tangled at the other end of the hammock. Somehow Eddie doesn’t mind.

It’s nothing, right? It’s nothing. Stan isn’t still watching them. Eddie leans into Richie, because that’s just the friend thing to do. He drapes his arm, the one that two summers ago was labelled Lover, across Richie’s stomach, and he swears he can feel Richie’s heartbeat. That’s a friend thing to do too, isn’t it?

He puts his cheek on Richie’s shoulder. And maybe that’s not a very friend thing. It’s not, he decides. He just wants to.

Richie takes a little breath like he’s about to say something when Ben interrupts.

Eddie props himself up on Richie’s chest. “Are you kidding?” But then he gets distracted by how close their faces are--just because it’s weird--and lies back down. There’s not any more space between them like this, though, he realizes too late.

“Seriously, it’s not bad,” Richie says. “Don’t you think it’s kind of really good?”

Eddie has two very sudden thoughts. First, Richie isn’t joking around to make him laugh--it’s to distract everybody else. Second, if they were anybody else, Richie would have made fun of them in a split second. Okay guys, when’s the wedding? None of the others are brash enough to tease them outright--but they must be thinking it.

“Fuck you, Rich,” he says lazily, even though his heart is going into overdrive.

“Shut up, the chorus is coming,” says Richie, putting his hand over Eddie’s mouth. Instantly he’s belting out the (godawful) lyrics. “‘I just died in your arms tonight--it must have been something you said; I just died in your arms tonight--’”

“Shush, Richie,” says Bill, and Eddie’s inclined to agree, but Richie keeps going.

“‘--I just died in your arms tonight--it must have been some kind of kiss; I should have walked away…’” He puts his free hand to his mouth in a fist, an impromptu microphone, and finishes dramatically, “‘Should have walked away.’”

“My ears,” Eddie exclaims, except he thinks, Richie’s eyes, which are big and brown and staring right into Eddie’s soul. Probably he can see Eddie’s heart pounding out of his chest. Part of him wants to bolt--should have walked away--but he feels glued in place, like his skin is magnetically attracted to Richie, and beyond that--he likes the feeling. He watches as Richie’s smile fades, replaced with something like uncertainty. Eddie nearly reaches out and pokes his cheek to try and get it to come back.

Someone turns the song down, fucking finally. “Do you r-r-really have that s-song, Buh-Ben?” Bill asks.

“Richie liked it,” Ben says sheepishly.

“What?” He looks away from Eddie’s face--come back, Eddie thinks of saying, though Richie’s barely moved. “I take it back. It’s shit.”

”It’s cute,” Bev says. But Eddie can hear the grin in her voice. “I think Eddie liked it.”

“Uh-uh--that song blows,” says Eddie, “I agree with Richie.”

“I bet,” Stan mutters.

Just then Mike says, “Wait… I think that’s checkmate, right?” Eddie’s infinitely grateful for the distraction. He settles back against Richie’s shoulder; his breathing evens slightly.

“I should probably go, though,” says Mike, after the others have all congratulated him. “My granddad wants me back by five.”

“I can wuh-wuh-walk you,” says Bill.

“Don’t worry, it’s raining out. I don’t want you to get wet…”

“N-no, I want to.”

There’s no way Richie and Eddie are anything like Bill and Mike. Eddie can’t imagine Richie ever being that nice to him. But then, why does the softness in Bill’s voice sound so familiar?

In some ways, Bill will always be the leader, because everyone starts to get up just as he mentions leaving. “I’ve gotta go to the library. Do you wanna come, Beverly?” Ben asks.

“Sure, let me get my coat.” She pauses, and then says, “Stan, do you want to come with us?”

Poor Ben, Eddie thinks. “What about you?” Richie asks him.

“What about me?”

“Do you have a curfew? You sure your mom’s not gonna go ballistic?”

“I’ll chance it,” Eddie says. Almost defensively he adds, “I don’t feel like getting up.”

He realizes Stan hasn’t responded to Bev. “All right,” he says at last. “Not to the library, though.”

“Eddie, can you make sure the trapdoor’s shut when you go?” Ben asks.

Richie grumbles. “What am I, chopped liver?”

“I thought you’d be leaving together,” Ben says quickly.

“Yeah, okay, fine,” Richie says--like it’s a given that he’ll walk Eddie home, in the rain, even though that’s about the opposite of what Eddie was expecting.

“I think he meant because I’ll actually close it, dipshit,” he says, “not like that time with the storm when we had to clean out all the leaves because you fucking forgot about it.”

“All right, fair.”

“See you guys around,” says Ben, and the rest of them echo their goodbyes. Eddie waves and listens to them all climb the ladder, then hears their footsteps overhead, and then it’s quiet again.

He listens to the rain and the sound of his pulse in his ears when he realizes Richie’s humming. He only has to listen to a couple bars before he says, “I fucking hate you,” and buries his face in Richie’s neck.

“‘It must have been some kind of kiss…’” Richie sings in a raspy voice. He trails off. “Eddie?”

“‘I should have walked away… should have walked away,’” Eddie finishes, and he moves his head fractionally so he can meet Richie’s eyes, and when Richie doesn’t move he puts his lips to Richie’s neck and starts to kiss his way up to his mouth.

“Eddie,” Richie says. This time it’s not a question. Eddie stops in his tracks--pulls back, tries to move away, but in this fucking hammock it’s impossible, Richie’s stuck with him--

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” Eddie says, but a part of him’s thinking, I never got to his lips, except he tries his best to silence that part.

“Eddie,” Richie just repeats, like that’s the only thing he knows how to say, which is stupidly infuriating and gut-wrenching at the same time.

“--I don’t know, I was just fucking around, it’s just a joke--” If Richie has any sense, he’ll know that didn’t feel like a joke.

But he just says, “Okay,” and pulls Eddie back to him, so they’re lying the way they started, before Eddie went and made it fucking weird.

He’s tapping something out on Eddie’s shoulder. “Are you fucking kidding me,” Eddie says. It’s harsher than normal, and Richie’s hand goes still.

They return to silence. Eddie thinks that maybe the worst part about all this is that he’s going to be singing this song for weeks. He can still hear the stupid synth part that Richie was tapping out.

It feels like they lie there, in this, like, puddle of weirdness, for weeks. What Eddie wouldn’t give for Ben to be playing Loverboy right now, for anything normal to be happening; he wishes he was back at the other end of the hammock, legs cramped again. He can’t pretend he doesn’t want to be this close to Richie, not now. But now he’s fucked it all up. He wishes he could bury his face in Richie’s shirt again, to hide the stinging of his eyes. How stupid is he? And why hasn’t Richie just pushed him out already--how are they just pretending it didn’t happen?

“You know I really like you, right, Eddie?” Richie says softly.

“Yeah?” He hopes it comes out like Yeah? and not Yeah. Eddie doesn’t know. He certainly doesn’t believe him.

“Like, really like you.” Richie clears his throat. “Eddie. Really like you.”

Eddie freezes. And then, slowly, he traces a finger over Richie’s ribs over his t-shirt. Richie holds his breath.

“Yeah?” Eddie says again. “I like you too, Richie.”

Afterwards, he’s not really sure what happens. Except that suddenly Richie’s there. Richie--Richie, who presses Eddie into the hammock as their mouths slot together, and holds his hand, and kisses Eddie, kisses him with the same mouth he uses to cuss him out and insult his mom and tease him till he’s red in the face. And, oh, Eddie thinks, because suddenly all that teasing and all that blushing adds up, and his eyes just about roll back in his head from the sheer bliss of it.

Richie pulls back, but he rests his forehead against Eddie’s and Eddie feels his glasses digging into his cheek.

“I like you so fucking much--I thought you didn’t--”

“I think I do,” says Eddie. “I do. Holy fucking shit. Richie.”

Richie smiles into his cheek. He kisses him there, and on the mouth, and on the forehead. He says into Eddie’s hair, “You know, that was…”

“‘Some kind of kiss’?” says Eddie. Richie looks at him with wide eyes. Eddie snickers. He pulls Richie’s glasses from his face. “Yeah, that’s right, I know all your jokes, Trashmouth.”

“I think I’m in love with you,” Richie says, and he kisses Eddie again.

The song still blasts in Eddie’s head. Jesus fuck, it’s so bad.

So yeah, the feeling is mutual.

#reddie #richie x eddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #it chapter 2 #minor hanbrough #IT2 had me weak for them :')#minor benverly #reddie fic #it chapter 2 fic #it 2017 fic #the clown doesn't exist in this universe btw #bc fuck pennywise and also i wanted bev to be here #idk i guess eddie broke his arm falling off his bike or sum shit #that part's up to you #anyway i hope this is good! i wrote it all this afternoon #i don't think ive ever posted fanfic on here come to think of it #and i probably never will again

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Bev and Eddie bond over getting horny for their man's hands. Any time Ben or Richie do anything with their hands, Bev and Eddie just shoot each other a Look like are you seeing this shit... unbelievable.

Also they both have pout lips and Eddie especially has an oral fixation...they could...you know...suck on some fingers and maybe be cute and get what they want (those HANDS EVERYWHERE) also Bev and Eddie are little troublemakers and make Ben and Richie do manual stuff all the time because of this lol

#benverly #reddie #beverly marsh #richie tozier #ben hanscom #eddie kaspbrak #it ch 1 #it ch 2 #it chapter one #it chapter two #it fandom #minors dni #losers stick together

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breathing-in-that-derry-air · 4 years

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Weird kinky thought of the night brought to you by your’s truly:

Bev who has vagina dentata!! And Ben, who loves every single piece of her, being so careful and eating her out lovingly and gently fingering her and even.....fucking her because he’s not a cowered

#minors dni #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #benverly #IT by stephen king #vagina dentata #my posts

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discostozier · 5 years

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Then, You Happened

Capítulo 2: The Acceptance

Parejas: Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Richie Tozier/EddieKaspbrak

Resumen: De: Big Bill: [Richie tengo un problema][¿Podemos hablar mañana? Es importante]

También en AO3

Richie abrió la ventana de su cuarto para dejar entrar el aire y que el humo en la habitación saliera. No estaban sus papás, habían ido a un evento de la oficina, pero eso no significaba que no podían enterarse de sus pequeñas aventuras con la mota. Al menos durante otro mes.

Inhaló lo más profundo que pudo antes de liberar el humo por la boca, intentando hacer anillos. Le faltaba práctica, pero estaba confiado en que algún día podría hacerlas.

Fumar le ayudaba a pensar. Le abría la mente y consideraba opciones que nunca había hecho, o le llegaban ideas que de otra forma no llegarían. Fumaba cada que podía, por qué era entretenido, pero sobre todo cuando se encontraba en un apuro y necesitaba encontrar una solución.

Por ahora sonaba Buddy Holly de fondo y Richie tarareaba entre calada y calada. Después escucharía a Bob Dylan hasta quedarse dormido y comenzaría el día con una canción de los Beatles. Fingiría que nada de la noche de hoy pasó, pero esperaba que en su mente ya tuviera una respuesta.

Escuchó su celular vibrar en la mesita de noche, pero lo ignoró hasta que se acabó su cigarrillo. Dejó que el aire fresco inundará sus pulmones antes de tambalearse hasta su cama en calcetas. Las sábanas se sentían especialmente suaves esa noche contra su mejilla y no estaba seguro de dónde había dejado sus lentes, pero aun así estiró su mano y buscó su celular a tientas. Sentía los dedos fríos, pero solo las puntas.

Tenía un mensaje, pero era incapaz de desbloquear el celular, en especial sin visión. Por un momento dejó el celular en su pecho y pensó que sería mejor dormir, pero alguien parecía querer contactarlo a estas benditas horas de la noche.

“Oh,” Pensó, pasando una mano por el cabello y tumbando los lentes de su cabeza, “aquí están”

Apenas eran las 11 pm.

—Oh, es Bill. —Murmuró cuando por fin pudo desbloquear el celular y revisar sus mensajes. Tenía dos de Bill y uno de su mamá.

Obviamente leyó primero el de su mamá, pero solo decía que llegarían más tarde de lo acordado. Después leyó los de Bill.

De: Big Bill

[Richie tengo un problema]

[¿Podemos hablar mañana? Es importante]

— ¿Qué pasó? Ayer sonabas urgido. —Richie bajó de su bicicleta y la dejó caer al piso sin darle mucha importancia. Era sábado, hacía calor y el sol pegaba con fuerza en el porche de la casa de Bill. Richie quería hacer un comentario sobre mover la conversación adentro de la casa, dónde estarían más fresquitos y tal vez beber un poco de limonada, pero Bill lo interrumpió.

—No q-q-q-qui-qui… no qui-e-e…

Richie arqueó una ceja y se sentó a su lado en uno de los escalones de la casa. Bill parecía afligido, y sudado. Enjugó su frente con su camisa antes de volver a intentar, pero no podía decir mucho. Hace rato que Richie no lo veía así de mal.

— ¿Qué es lo qué no quieres, gran Bill? —Preguntó, volteando a ver a su amigo. Bill inhaló profundamente, su mirada perdida hacia el horizonte.

Inhaló, exhaló.

Afuera, adentro.

—No quiero que Stan invité a Patty Blum al baile de la escuela.

Richie se sorprendió. No entendía las palabras que Bill había pronunciado con dificultad, no le cabían en la cabeza.

— ¿Por qué? —Frunció el ceño. — ¿Acaso te gusta Patty Blum?

Bill arrugó la nariz y negó con la cabeza varias veces.

—Ni siq-quiera la c-co-conozco.

Eso solo confundió a Richie aun más.

— ¿Entonces?

Pudo ver como Bill pasó saliva, la manzana de Adán subiendo y bajando alocadamente. Su frente estaba tan sudada que tuvo que volverse a limpiar con la camisa y sus dedos temblaban un poco. Era un poco inquietante para Richie ver a su amigo así.

— ¿Entonces, Bill? —Insistió, empezando a mover su pierna como desquiciado. Tantas opciones llegaban a su mente, pero cada una estaba más loca que la anterior y simplemente tenía que escuchar lo que Bill estaba pensando. Por qué cambiaría todo, joder, cambiaría la manera en la que todo giraba a su alrededor y tal vez no tendría que escuchar a Buddy Holly y a Bob Dylan mientras fumaba marihuana para encontrar una respuesta, por qué quizá ya no estaba

—Creo que me gusta Stan

solo.

Bill empezó a respirar como lo hacía Eddie en uno de sus ataques y Richie se acostó en las escaleras, dejando que el sol quemara su rostro.

— ¿Sabes Bill? Creo que tomar una limonada ahorita estaría de perlas

El hielo tintineó contra el vaso mientras Richie encontraba una posición óptima en la habitación de Bill. Era seguro estar en el piso, así no se preocupaba de manchar la cama de limonada y podía disfrutar del frescor del piso. La puerta estaba cerrada con seguro para evitar la intrusión de hermanos pequeños, aunque Georgie todavía estaba en terapia.

Bill se acostó boca abajo, dejando su vaso de limonada en el piso. Recargó la cabeza en su antebrazo, ocultando sus ojos durante unos segundos antes de suspirar y voltear a ver a Richie desde su posición. Era fácil, solo tenía que bajar la mirada.

Richie sorbió de la limonada, pensando que decir. No habían hablado de nada desde que habían entrado a la casa y el silencio lo estaba matando. Quería empezar con un buen chiste, pero no se le ocurría uno suficientemente bueno.

Al final, solo preguntó: — ¿Cómo lo sabes?

Bill no respondió enseguida. Estiró su mano desde la cama hasta tocar con los dedos el borde del vaso, pero no hizo ademán de levantarlo.

—N-no… n-no est-toy seg-guh-guro. —Se encogió de hombros, haciendo temblar un poco la cama.

Richie arrugó el ceño.

— ¿Cómo?

— ¿Hm?

— ¿Cómo no estás seguro?

Richie ladeó el vaso de limonada y los pedazos de hielo chocaron entre sí. Si lo inclinaba un poco más, se derramaría el líquido.

—P-p-porque n-nuh-nunc-ca era a-a-así. —Confesó Bill después de lo que Richie sintió fue una eternidad, pero en realidad solo habían sido unos cuantos minutos. Su mano empezaba a acalambrarse, pero seguía sosteniendo el vaso de manera ladeada. —P-p-pero s-solo pi-pienso en e-eso.

— ¿En él? —Richie preguntó y Bill asintió.

—D-desde ayer. —Dijo Bill en un suspiro. Sus dedos giraban alrededor de su vaso en el piso, como si estuviera haciendo música. —P-p-pero siento que e-e-es d-desde a-antes-

—A ver, me estás diciendo que ya te gustaba… —Richie no se atrevió a decir su nombre en voz alta, solo se lamió los labios. —ya sabes, pero no te diste cuenta hasta ayer.

Bill volteó a ver hacia el techo con una mueca en el rostro.

—S-sí.

—Wow, gran Bill. Realmente te hacía falta una actualización de realidad.

Bill bufó, un sonido que asustó un poco a Richie.

—S-sí.

Volvieron a quedar en silencio, pero esta vez Richie se sentía más cómodo. Dejó de ladear su vaso y bebió de él, disfrutando del sabor dulzón en su boca.

—En qué metida de pata nos metimos, gran Bill. —Enjugó su boca con su mano. —No estábamos conformes con nuestras grandes batallas en la guerra, claro que no, ¿quién necesita dormir de noche? Nosotros no, gran Bill, por qué no somos unos llorones.

Bill rio.

— ¿Nosotros? —Preguntó. Richie volvió a beber de su limonada y masticó un hielo de la manera más ruidosa posible. Todo lo que fuera para procrastinar la respuesta.

—Si. Nosotros, por qué si uno salta al vacío el otro lo sigue como idiota. Así hemos sido desde siempre.

— ¿Richie?

Richie suspiró. Se dejó caer de nuevo contra la cama y su cabeza rebotó contra la orilla del colchón.

—Pues a ti te gusta Stan el Galán, ¿no? —Preguntó sin tacto. Bill se encogió un poco a su lado. —Buen chico, si, ha de ser toda una personalidad con las abuelas. Pero no eres el único en ese bote.

Richie se levantó y volteó su cuerpo. Su mirada se fijó en la de Bill y sonrió con pena, como quién se rinde y solo acepta la dulce, dulce muerte como puede. Bill parpadeó un par de veces, confundido.

—… ¿T-t-también te guh-gusta Stan?

—… ¿Qué?

Richie carcajeó enseguida, esparciendo saliva por todos lados antes de taparse la boca con una mano. Accidentalmente tiró su vaso, ya vacío, y rebotó por todos lados.

— ¡Dios! ¡NO! —Su risa era lo único que se escuchaba en la habitación. Trató de volverse a recargar contra la cama, pero solo terminó deslizándose por el piso. — ¿Tú crees? ¿Qué yo? ¿Stan? ¡Oh Dios!

— ¡P-p-pues…!

Bill tenía la cara roja de la vergüenza, y solo de verlo a Richie le daban más ganas de reír.

—No, no, no. —Seguía soltando unas cuantas risillas. —Dios, Bill, has contado uno bueno.

Bill le pegó con una almohada en todo el rostro.

— ¡Bueno, ya! —Richie sabía que no estaba enojado, por lo que no se preocupó mucho. Abrazó la almohada para ahogar el resto de su risa en ella antes de hablar. — ¿E-e-entonces?

—No, no. A mí me gusta alguien más. —Asomó el rostro, sin soltar la almohada. — Eds, ¿Eddie? Tal vez lo conozcas. Pequeño, arisco, enfermizo y que nos sigue a todos lados.

Bien podría estar describiendo a un chihuahua. Richie volvió a reír.

—Oh… —Richie asintió. Bill parecía pescado fuera del agua, boqueando como idiota, pero eso solo lo ayudo a relajarse aun más. Contra el piso, de repente sus huesos se sentían hechos de papel y sus músculos de gelatina. Reír ayudaba a la gente, como una droga, y Richie se sentía muy, muy bien después.

Solo que no le duró demasiado, obviamente.

— ¿Y q-q-qué hacemos?

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koobibias · 5 years

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hi, if someone could come do a benverly 1x1 with me that would literally make me so happy!!! heck i’ll even do a losers club mumu

#just as long as i get my benverly fix #but also only adults because i don't fuck with writing minors #anyway!!!!

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hey y’all i’m probably gonna post chapter one of my stupidly long camp fic tomorrow so if y’all are in for a SUPER slow burn that will literally take place over two fics with lots of pining, pranks, and overused tropes, then pls join me

#boys of summer #reddie #minor/implied stenbrough #probably background benverly #mike hanlon will be a sweet precious angel too good for this world #there will be shenanigans #and bowers torments #its a good time truly #the story board is such a wild ride #anyway please read my fic #it

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reddiekaspbrak · 5 years

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Neon Bandaids

Hello you know the fic I've been telling you I'm gonna post?

It's happening.

Tonight.

Thanks.

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thestarsaroundyourscars · 6 years

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I met you in the dark, you lit me up, ch 6

Chapter 6: The day of Bev’s party (part one)

Summary: In which it’s finally Beverly’s birthday. Featuring the birthday girl, Richie, Stan, Mike, Ben and a very nervous Eddie. And as per usual, some Reddie adorableness as well.

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak, Beverly Marsh x Ben Hanscom (minor)

Words: 4,559

AO3 link

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Tag list: @daddyphantomtbh @yes-dillman-yes @richietoaster @beepbeeprichiellc @thetheatregal @its-stranger-than-you-think @lemonaayyee @pennys-pet-kitty

A/N: This took a bit longer than usual since I’m back at college, so I don’t have as much time now. I hope the wait was worth it though. Enjoy ♥

When Richie woke up on Friday to the sound of his alarm, he was confused for a second. He didn’t have classes on Fridays, so there wasn’t any reason for him to wake up at a specific time. He was trying to snooze his alarm, when he caught a glimpse of the date and realized why he had set it in the first place. Today was Beverly’s birthday and as his best friend, he had things to do.

Unlike Richie, Beverly did have classes on Fridays, but last night she had told him that she was skipping, since it was her special day and she wasn’t going to waste three hours of it listening to her boring professor. Richie hadn’t even tried to dissuade her, he had done the exact same thing many times before. Since she didn’t have get ready, it didn’t come as a surprise to him to find her door was still closed. In fact, he was glad, it gave him time to do what he had to do.

He made his way to the kitchen and as silently as he could, he started to grab all the things he would need to make what he liked to call chocolate chip pancakes à la Tozier. He had been making them on Beverly’s birthday for three years now, ever since they moved in together. The first year, he hadn’t planned on making them, he had just woken up way too early for his classes and figured he could make something different for breakfast. Then Bev had woken up and when she asked if he had made the pancakes especially for her, he didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth. Eventually he came clean and they both laughed. The next year, Richie had surprised Beverly with the same pancakes, this time on purpose, and it had been a tradition since.

Once he was done, it was still too early to wake Bev up, so he decided to take a shower. He was putting on his clothes, when he heard some shuffling coming from her bedroom. He hurried to get ready, grabbed his present from under his bed and stepped outside of his room just as Beverly was leaving hers.

He tackled her with a hug and an enthusiastic, “Happy motherfucking birthday, Marsh!”

She yelped in surprise. Then she wrapped her arms around Richie’s shoulders and he spun her around a few times before putting her down and placing kisses all over her face.

Beverly was laughing when she said, “Take it easy on me, bud, I just woke up.”

“Well, I’ve been awake for hours, so deal with it.”

She chuckled, “You are awfully enthusiastic today.”

“Well, it’s my best friend’s birthday, I’m allowed to be excited. Here!” he said as he handed her the gift bag he had been holding.

She squealed in excitement, before grabbing the bag and sitting down on the floor to start pulling out its contents. The first thing she pulled out was a pair of rose gold earrings and a bunch of leather bracelets in several different colors. She smiled, delighted as she put them on right away. Then, she pulled out it was a pair of earphones, Richie had bought those the day before, after Beverly told him she had lost hers on the way home. The last item was a white t-shirt, with the words “I’m a fucking lady” written in black, cursive letters. Richie had seen it and immediately thought of Bev and if the way she was smiling as she looked at it meant anything, he had been right to do so.

“Did you like it?” Richie asked, nervously.

“Do you even have to ask?” Bev replied as she put the t-shirt and the earphones inside the bag again, “I love it, just as I’ve loved every single present that you’ve given me for the past ten years” She stood up then and hugged Richie, who laughed in relief.

“I’m glad to hear that” He said, as he wrapped his arms around Bev’s waist for the second time that day.

She kissed his cheek and said, “Thank you, Rich.”

“You’re very welcome, Bev. Now, there’s something waiting for you in the kitchen.”

“Fuck yes, chocolate chip pancakes!” She exclaimed and ran to the kitchen.

While Richie heat up the pancakes, Beverly poured coffee for her and orange juice for him. They ate their breakfast together in comfortable silence with Beverly’s phone ringing every once in a while from all the birthday texts.

“Was I the first person to wish you a happy birthday?” Richie asked, without looking up at her.

When she didn’t answer right away, he looked up. She was staring at him apologetically, “Sorry, Rich.”

“Damn it! Was it Stan? It was Stan, wasn’t it? That fucker.” Richie muttered.

“Uh no, actually it was Ben” Beverly said, “We were on the phone last night until after midnight.”

“He gave you his present then? Some phone sex to start your birthday right?” Richie said with a leer.

“You” Beverly said, pointing her fork at him “are gross.” Richie merely shrugged his shoulders at the accusation.

“But seriously, how dare he wish my best friend a happy birthday before me?” Richie said with mock offense, “I will fight him.”

Beverly snorted, “You really don’t want to do that. He was part of his high school wrestling team, he would have you pinned down on the ground faster than you could say ‘fight me’.”

“Wow, your faith in me is astounding” Richie said, sarcastically.

“Richie, one time you knocked yourself out trying to punch a guy.”

“I-” He started, before changing what he was going to say, “Yeah, you’re right, please tell Ben not to fight me.”

Bev let out a chuckle, “He most likely wouldn’t, he’s too nice for that.”

“You’re seeing him today? Before the party, I mean?”

“Yeah, we’re meeting for coffee later today, after lunch with you guys.”

“You could’ve brought him to lunch.”

“You are already meeting him at the party, so. Besides, he wanted to give me my present while it was just the two of us.” Richie wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Rolling her eyes, she added, “While surrounded by people in a café, so stop doing… that.” She said, waving her hand as if to encompass Richie’s expression.

He shrugged, “That doesn’t mean it’s not a sexy present. That’s what bathrooms are for.”

Beverly scrunched up her face, “That is most definitely not what bathrooms are for” she said with a laugh.

After they finished eating, Beverly left Richie alone so she could go get ready, they had a couple of hours before they had to meet Stan and Mike for lunch but it always took her forever to get ready, so it was better if she got started right away. And with good reason because ten minutes before they had to go, she was still getting ready.

When she finally left her room Richie saw that she had put on the t-shirt he had given her and thrown a red-and-black plaid shirt on top of it. She paired it up with a denim skirt and white sneakers. One of the things Richie admired about Beverly, and there was a lot to admire, was her amazing fashion sense. That’s why he hadn’t been the least bit surprised when she had told him she wanted to major in Fashion Design.

They managed to arrive to the restaurant on time but still Stan and Mike had already been waiting for them. They greeted Bev with hugs and kisses and ’happy birthdays’ and then handed her the presents they had brought. Then the four of them sat down on the table and ordered their food. They always went to this same restaurant, an Italian place they had discovered on their first year, to celebrate special occasions, so they already knew what to order.

While they waited for their food arrive, Beverly opened her presents. She opened Stan’s first, he had gotten her a new sketchbook and a 100 colored pencil set for her designs.

“Stan, oh my God, I love it. So many colors!” Bev said, staring at the pencils in awe, she looked up at her friend, smiling, “And I needed a new sketchbook too! Thank you so much!”

Stan smiled back at her, “I’m glad you like it, Bev, I was worried it was too… I don’t know, simple I guess.”

“Honey, you could give me one single colored pencil and I would love it” Beverly chuckled, but she was looking at Stan seriously.

“Thanks for the tip, Bev. Next year, you’re getting three colored pencils, one from each of us” Richie joked.

Then, it was Mike’s present turn. He had gotten her a new Jane Austen book, ’Emma’. Last semester, Richie and Bev had taken a course called “Influential women in history” and as part of the class they had had to read one of her novels, ’Persuasion’ it was called. Ever since, Bev had been completely obsessed with her.

“You stole that from work, Mikey?” Richie asked when he saw the book. Mike had a job at the public library and he absolutely loved it there.

Mike turned to look at him, outraged by Richie’s accusation, “Stealing books from libraries is a serious offense, Richie” he said, with so much seriousness his three friends laughed.

Apart from the book, Mike had also given Beverly a beige wool sweater.

“I hope it fits” He told her while she was looking it over, “I made Stan try it on before buying it, since he is lean like you.”

Richie snorted, “How did you manage to convince him to do that?”

“I can be very persuasive” Mike said with a wink, which earned him a high five and a laugh from Richie and an elbow to the side from Stan.

“How do I look?” Bev asked. They hadn’t noticed her taking off her plaid shirt and putting on the new sweater instead. Now, she was standing next to the table, posing, to show it off.

“You look great, Bev.” Stan said.

Mike nodded, “It fits perfectly.”

Richie smirked, “Tell us Mike, who wore it better? Stan or Bev?”

Both Bev and Mike erupted in laughter, Stan on the other hand, glared at him. Richie was glad there was a table between the two of them, he didn’t think Bev would appreciate one of her best friends murdering the other on her birthday, it would definitely ruin her plans.

Shortly after Bev thanked Mike for the present, blowing a kiss at him from across the table, their food arrived and they began eating. The rest of the lunch was rather uneventful and after they were done, Stan and Mike said their goodbyes, Stan had to get to class and Mike had football practice, so they said they would see the other two later at the party.

As for Beverly and Richie they parted ways as well, since Bev had to go meet Ben. Richie didn’t have anything to do for the next few hours until he had to go pick Eddie up for the party, so he went back to the apartment to get some sleep, knowing he would need the energy later.

He woke up around five to the sound of the front door closing loudly and then two people talking and laughing. He recognized one of the two as Beverly and even though he had only heard Ben’s voice once before, and he had been mildly inebriated at the time, he was sure that’s who the second voice belonged to. He got up and walked out of his room, interrupting Bev and Ben, who had been making out against the front door. They both turned to look at him, Beverly in annoyance and Ben in surprise.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I had to make my presence known before the two of you started to take off your clothes in the middle of the hallway” Richie said with a smirk, he turned to Ben, saluted him and said, “It’s good to see you again, Ben, my dude.”

He waved awkwardly with one hand, the other still holding Beverly’s waist, “Hello Richie, uh, it’s good to see you too.”

“I thought you had to pick Eddie up” Bev said with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, but I was taking a nap first, you know, gathering up energies for tonight. Besides, Eds’ shift at the book store ended like twenty minutes ago, I’m giving him time to get prettied up… Not that he needs to, of course.” Richie said.

“I thought you’d be dying to get some time alone with your boy before the party.”

“I think that was you, Bev.” Richie replied with a smirk. Bev glared at him, confirming what Richie had just said, which only made Richie’s smirk grow wider.

Ben wouldn’t make eye contact with Richie, his eyes intently examining the doormat he was standing on. Still, Richie could see he was blushing.

Beverly opened her mouth to say something, probably to tell Richie to fuck off so she could have her alone time with Ben, when the first notes for Dexy’s Midnight Runners’ “Come on Eileen” coming from his phone interrupted her, letting Richie know that Eddie was calling him.

Richie had chosen that song for Eddie’s ringtone on Wednesday, when he saw how, after the song started playing at the pizza place they were at, Eddie had had to consciously stop himself from jumping out of his seat and start dancing along to the music. He had told Eddie as much and when he had tried to argue, Richie had replied with a ‘Come on Eddie’ to the beat of the song and the other boy had started giggling, completely forgetting what he had been arguing about.

Richie answered the call with a “Hiya, Eds”, Bev’s eyes still on him.

“Hi, Rich.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure? You’re not calling to cancel on me, are you?”

“Uh, no. Actually I was wondering if maybe you could come get me a bit earlier than we agreed on.”

“How early?” Richie asked, he could see Beverly and Ben exchanging whispers.

“Like, right now?” Eddie said uncertainly. Richie’s eyebrows rose in surprise, but before he could ask him why, the other boy continued. “It’s just, I got ready faster than I intended and now I’m sitting here, doing nothing and the longer I do that, the more anxious I get, so I thought if you came earlier then… I know it’s silly and it’s okay if you can’t, don’t worry, I’ll just-”

Richie could practically feel Eddie’s nervousness through the phone, so before he gave himself a panic attack, he stopped his rambling and said, “I can be there in fifteen minutes.”

That stopped Eddie on his tracks, “Oh. Really? You don’t mind? If it’s too much trouble, you really don’t have to.” Eddie said, but he sounded hopeful.

“Trust me, seeing your adorable face earlier that I intended is no trouble at all” Richie told Eddie, and he heard him let out a sigh of relief. “I’m leaving right now” he added.

That seemed to get Beverly’s attention. She turned to look at him as if expecting Richie to already be gone. Richie’s smirk returned to his face.

Before Eddie could end the phone call, he said “We might need to hang around your apartment for a while though.”

“Why?’

“Because Ben is here and he and Beverly are just waiting for me to leave before they start taking their clothes off” Richie laughed.

“Richie!” Eddie said, disapprovingly, but Richie could tell he was trying not to laugh. “Ben is there? He must be blushing so much right now.”

“He’s almost as red as Bev’s hair.”

Eddie giggled, “You’re the worst.”

Richie shrugged his shoulders even though Eddie couldn’t see him and said, “It’s been said, yeah.”

“Just… get here, okay? And leave those two alone.”

“I never make promises I can’t keep, Eddie my love” Richie said, and before he ended the phone call, he added, “I’ll see you soon.”

Once Eddie was gone, he directed his attention to the other two people in the room. By then, Ben seemed to be getting his blushing under control, but Bev was still looking at Richie with a murderous expression.

Richie grinned, “Smile, Marsh, I’m leaving right now, you can-“

She interrupted him, “You’re on thin fucking ice right now, Richard, so choose your next words carefully.”

Richie raised his hands in defense, “I was just going to say, that you can text me what we are missing for the party and I’ll get it on my way back.”

Ben snorted, “Nice save.” Richie winked at him.

“You’re fooling no one, but fine, I’ll let you know.”

Richie nodded, and grabbed the keys from the table next to where Bev was standing, then he kissed her cheek as a goodbye. To Ben he said, “I’m sorry about all that” even though he didn’t sound apologetic at all.

“It’s okay.”

“You’ll have to get used to it, though, if you plan to stick around, or else there will be a permanent blush on your face.”

Ben chuckled, “I’ll try my best.”

Richie smiled and patted him on the back. He opened the door and turned towards them. He waved and said, “Hasta la vista, suckers!” before walking out.

And before the door closed completely he was able to see Ben laughing and Beverly fondly shaking her head at him.

-♥-

After parking in front of Eddie’s building, Richie took out his phone and called him.

“Hello?”

“O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?” Richie said dramatically when the other boy answered his phone.

Eddie let out a chuckle. “I was never a big fan of Shakespeare but uh, what light through your window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the sun… or something like that.” He replied, humoring him.

Richie let out a laugh and as he got off the car and started walking towards the building, he said, “Aw Eds, you think I’m Juliet? Am I as pretty as her?”

“No.” Eddie said automatically, but then after a pause, he added softly, “You’re prettier.”

Richie choked on whatever snarky comment he was about to make. When he didn’t respond, Eddie asked him if he was okay.

Richie cleared his throat before he said, “Give me a minute Eds, you just called me pretty, I need to get myself together.”

“Oh shut up, you say I’m pretty all the freaking time” Eddie replied, and Richie could tell he was embarrassed.

“Yes and that is the honest-to-God truth, but I don’t think you’ve ever complimented my looks before, or me for that matter. I’m just savoring the moment.”

Eddie frowned, “Really? Never?”

“Uh no, I think I would remember.”

“Oh.” Eddie felt a little bad, as annoying as some of Richie’s compliments could be, they never failed to put a smile on his face or to make Eddie feel good. “Well… I do think you’re attractive, like a lot. And you’re pretty great too and I really like you, so, yeah.”

Richie gasped, “Eds, you better stop that unless you want me to drop dead right here in front of your building.” He joked, but if Eddie had been able to see him, he would have seen just how big Richie’s smile was.

“Don’t be an idiot” Eddie said.

“Easier said than done, Eds.�� Richie replied as he reached the building. Once there, he rung the intercom of Eddie’s apartment, a second later, he could hear it ring through the phone.

“Did you just… we are literally on the phone, Richie!” Eddie exclaimed.

“Yeah, but I’m still waiting for you to let me in.”

Eddie sighed, “I’m hanging up now. Get up here, you dork.” Richie heard a buzzing that indicated he could go inside.

“See you in a minute, Spaghetti man.”

“Oh hell no-”

Richie ended the phone call before Eddie could finish the sentence, which was most likely going to state his hatred for yet another one of Richie’s nicknames.

When he arrived at Eddie’s floor, his apartment door was open and he was outside, waiting for him.

“Couldn’t wait to see my pretty face, huh Eds?” Richie smirked as he sauntered to the door.

Eddie rolled his eyes, “Remind me never to give you a compliment again.” He moved aside so that Richie could enter the apartment.

Once they were both inside and Eddie had closed the door, he turned to face Richie and immediately wrapped his arms around the taller boy’s neck and kissed him. As soon as their lips met, one of Richie’s hands went to Eddie’s neck and the other one to his waist, pulling him closer.

Before then, they had only shared short, mostly chaste kisses, so Richie was a bit surprised when Eddie parted his lips and pressed them harder on his, deepening the kiss. Not that he was going to complain or fail to reciprocate, of course. Eventually they had to stop to catch their breath, so they pulled apart. They didn’t go far though, instead Richie rested his forehead against Eddie’s.

“Wow” He said, with a dazed smile, his eyes fixed on Eddie’s lips, red and glistening from the kiss, “That’s what I call a warm welcome.”

Eddie laughed, which made his nose scrunch up in the cutest way possible. “Shut up” he said, taking a step back, so that he could look at Richie without his eyes crossing. “Thank you for coming sooner.”

“Anything for you, Eds” Richie replied with a wink, “I did mean what I said, though, it’s best to stay here for a while, we don’t want to walk in on our best friend. Been there, done that” Richie said, shuddering at the memory.

Eddie frowned, “Yeah, I definitely don’t want that.”

A perfectly wrapped present that was sitting on the kitchen counter caught Richie’s attention. He pointed at it and said, “You got that for Bev?”

Eddie looked at it and nodded.

“What did you get her in the end?”

“Uh… I couldn’t decide, so I got her everything that you said. The M&M’s, the vanilla scented perfume and some nail polish” Eddie said.

Richie snorted, “She’ll think you’re trying to win her over with presents” but when Eddie’s eyes widened in worry, he added “She’ll love it. She’ll love you, babe, don’t worry.”

“What about your other friends? Mike and Stan?”

“Stan might need a while to warm up to you, but that’s just the way he is. Mike is the sweetest, friendliest and nicest person ever. So nice, that I sometimes wonder why he is friends with us” Richie said. He had a smile on his face that Eddie had noticed he reserved for when he talked about his friends, “You’ll have no trouble hitting it up with him, I’m telling you.”

Eddie nodded, but he didn’t look entirely convinced.

“You’re still worrying about it, aren’t you, Eds?”

Eddie shrugged, “It’s kind of what I do, yeah.”

Richie’s expression was thoughtful when he said, “How about… we cuddle on the couch, watch some TV and forget about the party for a while? It’s still early after all.”

Eddie smiled gratefully at him and nodded.

Richie sat on the couch, while Eddie searched for the remote control. When he found it, he sat down as close to Richie as he could without actually sitting on his lap. Richie wrapped an arm around him, and after a few minutes of going over the different channels, they settled on a Grey’s Anatomy episode.

Richie wasn’t a big fan of the show, but Eddie had told him once that medical shows were his guilty pleasure and that he loved watching them, if not for the drama just so he could tear it apart for all the medical inaccuracies. He figured since the goal was to distract Eddie, he could endure watching an episode or two.

In the end he didn’t pay much attention to it, instead he listened to Eddie go on and on about everything that was wrong with the show.

“You think that the surgeons are the ones who do everything? Bullshit, I mean, in a real hospital you’ll see nurses and other hospital staff much more than you’ll ever see an actual surgeon. Yet they are the ones who take the scans, do the bloodwork, the physical therapy. The only time we see the nurses is when they are involved in the drama, like in season 1, when a nurse slept with George and gave him syphilis. After that was done, we barely see her again, not until she gets fired. And don’t get me started on the way they perform CPR, I mean-”

Richie would just stare at him in amusement, and nod and hum whenever he considered it necessary. They ended up watching two more episodes, and by the time they left the apartment Eddie was in a good mood and most of his anxiety over meeting Richie’s friends seemed to have disappeared.

On their way back to Richie’s apartment, they stopped to get the ice Bev had texted him to get. By the time they were on the elevator of Richie’s apartment complex, he noticed some of Eddie’s nervousness was back.

Richie stopped the elevator by pressing the emergency button, knowing he wouldn’t get in trouble for it since it had stopped working before he had even moved in. Eddie turned to look at him in confusion and he said, “Last chance, Eds. If you want, we can ditch the party and go somewhere else.”

Eddie stared at him, he seemed to be considering Richie’s offer. In the end, he shook his head and said, “I would never ask you to bail on your best friend’s party. And I already bought her a present and we are already here” he looked at Richie with a determined look on his face, “Let’s do this.”

Richie eyed him for a second, then nodded, “Okay then”. He pushed the button again and the elevator started working.

As they walked towards the apartment door, Richie carrying the bag of ice and Eddie carrying Bev’s present, they could hear music and voices coming from inside the apartment.

Once they arrived at the door, Richie put the ice bag on the floor and turned to face Eddie. He cupped the other boy’s face with his hands, making Eddie shiver with how cold they were and then he kissed him. It was a soft reassuring kiss that made Eddie smile. Richie pulled apart shortly after but kept his hands where they were, thumbs rubbing the other boy’s cheekbones.

Then he said, “They’ll go crazy for you, Eds, just like I did when I first met you.”

Eddie blushed. Then he smiled softly at Richie and said, “Let’s go meet your friends.”

Richie nodded. He opened the door, picked up the bag of ice and stepped inside.

“Alright, losers!” He yelled into the room, “The life and soul of the party is here, let’s get this show on the road!”

Most of the people inside cheered and whistled, but Eddie also heard a particularly heartfelt groan.

Shaking his head fondly, Eddie took a deep breath and followed Richie inside.

Next chapter is when 6/7 losers finally meet!!! And don’t think I’ve forgotten about Bill, he will get his chance as well.

#reddie #reddie fic #eddie kaspbrak x richie tozier #richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #stan uris #mike hanlon #minor benverly #the losers club #my work #my writing #i met you in the dark you lit me up #chapter 6

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