#occasionally richie will tell a really bad joke and eddie just walks over. stands there for a few minutes. saying nothing

[peachtozier]

I think that for the first few weeks of their relationship eddie feels so awkward initiating kisses that he just doesn't. he lets richie do it. and then he forgets he CAN do it so now whenever he wants a kiss he marches over to richie and sticks his face right up as close as possible and just stands there. waiting for richie to kiss him.

#occasionally richie will tell a really bad joke and eddie just walks over. stands there for a few minutes. saying nothing #and then richies like. OH! and kisses him. and then eddie goes back to what he was doing #why would he kiss his husband when he can make richie do all the work. obviously #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #it 2019 #connors hcs

[thestarsaroundyourscars]

Please do prompt 64! Love that one!

64. “You’re cute, I’ll give you that. But not cute enough to get away with that!”

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"Damn it." Eddie cursed, running a hand down his face. "Why is this so hard?" 

Richie snorted, "That's what she said." He snickered without looking up from his homework.

Eddie threw an eraser at him. Then he glanced down at his notebook and let out a frustrated groan. "I don't know why I don't get it." 

They were both sitting on Eddie's bed, working on their physics homework. Well, Richie was working, Eddie was struggling to get past the first problem. 

Richie gently patted his knee. "It's alright Eds. This stuff can be complicated." 

"Not for you. You get it!" Eddie said, gesturing wildly at Richie's mostly finished worksheet. "And you don't even pay attention in class." 

Richie gasped dramatically. "Lies and slander!”

"Shut up." Eddie said with an amused smile. "Rich, I saw you sleep through the entire class last time."

"Only because I was tired after fucking your mom all night, Eds." 

Eddie rolled his eyes, balling up a piece of paper and throwing it at his friend’s face.

“Hey!” Richie complained, pausing to readjust his glasses. “You know, maybe if you didn’t spend the entire class watching me, then you’d actually get this stuff.”  

Eddie felt his face go hot, eyes darting away from Richie to stare at his lap instead. "I don't⎯ I don't do that." He stammered out.

And he didn't. 

Not all the time at least. But sometimes Eddie would get distracted in class and his eyes would drift to Richie, sitting next to him. 

Most of the time, it was easy to chalk it up to the fact that Richie was constantly moving and fidgeting, inevitably attracting Eddie’s attention but even when all Richie was doing was sleeping and drooling all over his notes, Eddie would end up staring at him. Those times, it was harder to pretend it had nothing to do with the huge crush he had on his best friend.

"Eds, it's okay." Richie said, giving Eddie a lopsided grin. "I know I'm irresistible."

"Fuck off.” Eddie scoffed pushing him lightly, the tips of his ears burning. “Back to my homework, can you help me please?" He asked, eager to change the subject. He gave Richie his best big doe eyes knowing, he couldn’t resist them. 

"Gladly, Eds my love.” Richie agreed right away, crawling towards Eddie on the bed. 

It was a struggle, but with Richie’s help Eddie was able to complete his homework. Though now, Eddie was worried he would fail their test next week without Richie there to help him. 

"I'm going to fucking fail." 

“You won’t fail, Eds.”

Eddie gave Richie a pointed look. 

“You won’t because,” Richie paused to pull out their practice book. "I'll help you study."

Eddie bit down a pleased little smile. "You don't have to that."

"Anything for you, Eddie baby." He said without missing a beat. “But when you ace the test next week, you'll owe me."

Richie would often help Eddie study, most of the time without asking for anything in return but occasionally he would ask for small things⎯ to buy him an ice cream the next time they walked by the shop or to be the first one to read Eddie’s new comic book, stuff that Eddie would give him even if he didn’t ask. Still, he heaved out a dramatic sigh, “What do you want?”

Richie didn't answer right away. When Eddie looked up at him, he was biting the inside of his cheek, seemingly nervous. He plastered on a sly grin once he noticed Eddie staring. “I want a kiss,” He said. “If you pass the test.”

Eddie faltered for a moment, trying to ignore the way his stomach fluttered at Richie’s words. Then he remembered this was Richie⎯ classic Richie and his jokes. 

“Fine, yeah. Whatever.” Eddie said playing along, knowing sooner or later Richie would tell him what he actually wanted. "Now, help me study before I gauge my eye out with this pencil." 

Two weeks later, Mr. Smith was slamming Eddie's physics test on his desk. Eddie slowly turned it around and gasped when he saw that, not only did he pass the test but actually got a B on it. Sure, it wasn’t the A that Richie was currently waving at him from his own seat, but he passed.

Oh shit. Eddie passed. 

I want a kiss, if you pass the test.

Eddie glanced at Richie⎯ who had occupied himself with doodling on his desk⎯ and his heart sped up in his chest, remembering their deal. It’s just a joke, he reminded himself, trying to calm himself so he wouldn’t panic in the middle of the class. It’s just a joke and, in the off chance that it wasn’t, Richie probably forgot about already. Eddie just had to be careful not to remind him. 

With that, Eddie shoved his test inside his bag and forced himself to keep his eyes on Mr. Smith until class let out. 

“Eds!” Richie called, catching up with Eddie in the hallway. He felt a body hurtle against him, an arm slung around his neck.

“Hey, Rich.” 

“So, how did you do? Did you pass?”

Eddie gave a little shrug. “Maybe.” 

Richie let out a long whiny, “Eddie.”

“Fine, I passed, I got a B in fact.”

“Fuck yeah, Eds!” Richie whooped, kissing the top of Eddie’s head. “I told you you could do it.”

A pleased smile curled along Eddie’s lips. He let Richie drag him towards the door, so he could walk Eddie home like he did every Tuesday after physics. 

The walk home was mostly uneventful, except for the fact that Richie was particularly jumpy, almost running straight into a telephone pole on more than one occasion. 

When they arrived at Eddie’s house, Richie walked him all the way to his front door. “Alright, Rich, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, like he did every week.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Richie said, bouncing on his feet. 

“Uh.” Eddie raised a confused eyebrow at him. “Did you want to come in or something?”

Richie snorted, shaking his head. “Actually, I was talking about our little deal.” 

“Oh.” Eddie gasped, eyes widening. Well, just because Richie remembered, it didn’t mean he actually wanted⎯ right? No, definitely not. “Right. What do you want?”

“I already told you.” 

“I mean, what do you actually want?” Eddie asked, rolling his eyes. “I think I have a box of popsicles in the fridge, I guess you can have those.” He suggested, gesturing towards the house and missing the way Richie walked up to him, standing less than a foot away. 

“I don’t want the popsicles.” Richie said, drumming his fingers against his thigh. He licked his lips, a nervous smile briefly crossing his face. “I want a kiss.”

“Richie⎯” 

“You promised.” Richie said, stubbornly. 

“Fine.” Eddie said, standing on his tiptoes to press a short kiss on Richie’s cheek. “There you go.” He said, whirling around to open the door before Richie could notice his ears had turned red. 

“What? That was not a fucking kiss!” Richie whined, pouting and grabbing Eddie’s hand before he could escape inside the house. “Wait, Eds. You’re cute, I’ll give you that, but not cute enough to get away with that!”

Eddie huffed, hands flailing. “Why do you want to kiss me so bad?” 

Richie spluttered like a fish, before his face settled on a frown. “You promised.” He repeated, softer this time. “Is the idea of kissing me really that bad?” He added and it was probably the hurt look on Richie’s face that made Eddie grab the back of his neck and drag him down, closing the distance between them and kissing Richie, on the lips this time. It was a short kiss, lasting maybe a handful of seconds. It was also a little awkward because they didn’t really know what to do, but to Eddie it was still perfect, because it was Richie.

“Happy now?” Eddie asked after pulling away, unconsciously licking his lips. 

Richie followed the movement with his eyes, looking stunned for a moment before a dopey grin took its place. “Very happy.” 

Eddie bit down on his lower lip to fight off his own smile, worried about how much it could give away. “Shut up.”

“You know if you need any more help studying, you should tell me. It’d be my pleasure to assist.” Richie offered, grin faltering slightly. “Or, if you just want to⎯  you know, do that again or whatever.” 

“You want to do it again?” Eddie asked, unable to contain his surprise or the slight flutter of hope in his chest. 

“Uh, yeah.” Richie muttered, scrunching up his face. “Is that okay?”

This time Eddie didn’t fight off his smile, letting it light up his entire face. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s okay. Definitely okay.” 

Richie’s eyebrows shot up, before he smiled just as bright as Eddie.

“In fact,” Eddie paused, grabbing one of Richie’s hands. “I have some uh⎯ English homework that I could use some help with right now.”

Richie’s face slid into one of confusion, a crease forming between his eyebrows. “I don’t have English with you Eds, I don’t know how I can⎯”

“Richie.” Eddie cut in, giving him a look. His eyes widened the moment he realized. 

“Oh. Oh. You don’t⎯ Right, yeah okay.” Richie stammered out, flustered and unable to stop himself from smiling. Eddie shook his head while dragging him inside. “Yeah, I can totally help with that.”

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[softest-cinnamon-roll]

Could I get a part 2 of that reddie office au??

part two to this prompt 

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Eddie watched as Beverly sat on his bed, scrolling through her phone in excitement. Occasionally, she’d glance up at him with wide eyes, grinning from ear to ear which only made Eddie groan internally and wish he had never opened his mouth.

“I can’t believe it’s been almost a week and you haven’t messaged him yet. He was clearly into you!” Bev gasped, throwing herself back on Eddie’s bed dramatically. “Richie Tozier gave you his number and you haven’t messaged him yet. Why not?”

A flush rose up on Eddie’s cheeks and he looked away from his friend and down at his own phone. Richie’s contact name stared back up at him and a nervous flutter overtook his stomach. “I don’t know Bev, I just…I’ve been hurt before and I also don’t want this to affect him joining the company.”

Bev scoffed, “Eddie, how many times have I told you to quit that shitty job. They don’t give two craps about you and even though you do a pretty important job, most of them think you’re there just to run after them and fetch teas and coffees.”

Eddie sighed, because Bev was right, she always was. Eddie’s job was rubbish, and he hated having to wake up every morning and go do a job he hated more than anything in the world. The only thing was, it paid well and he had an apartment and car to run. He needed the money more than the happiness. “I can’t quit Bev…I need to find another job first and no-one is hiring at this time of year.”

“No-one is hiring at any time of the year because you’re not looking…” Bev sighed. Just then her phone went off and she glanced at it before standing up. “That’s Ben, we’re going to catch a movie. Seriously Eddie, call him. Go out on a date, see what happens. Be spontaneous for once.”

She left him with those words of Marsh Wisdom and Eddie locked the door behind her, collapsing onto the sofa. He flicked on the TV to some Hallmark Christmas movie and curled up under his blanket, occasionally glancing at his phone. There was no way he could call Richie Tozier. There was no way that he had been serious when he gave him his number. He was probably drunk. Yeah, that’s it.

The following day was Monday, and Eddie was back in the office of hell. As he made his way to his desk, Bradley stopped him and passed him a piece of paper with coffee orders on it. Eddie opened his mouth to protest, but Bradley was already talking. “We have a meeting this morning. Important one. We need these coffees pronto or you might find yourself out of a job.” With that, he walked away, leaving Eddie with the list.

Eddie knew better than to argue, as Bradley would just tell someone he’d broken a rule and he’d end up with another write up. He sighed and made his way to the kitchen, making quick work of the orders before setting them on a tray and heading to the large boardroom. He knocked three times and when he was called to enter, he opened the door and wheeled the tray inside.

What Eddie didn’t expect to find when he opened the door was Richie Tozier sitting in one of the seats. Their eyes locked and his cheeks turned a light red as he smiled just a little. Before he could greet him, Bradley’s high pitched voice was in his ear, “Jesus, I didn’t mean from the kitchen! I meant from the actual coffee shop! You can’t expect Mr Tozier to drink this crap!”

Suddenly, Eddie’s face was red for a completely different reason and he glanced around the room to see the other colleagues looking completely embarrassed, including Mr Gray. The boss cleared his throat, “Now, Elmar, please go and fetch the coffees from the coffee shop. Immediately.”

Eddie started to back out of the room, but before he made it to the door, Richie cleared his throat and everyone turned their attention to him. “This coffee is fine actually. Also, I thought his name was Eddie and he worked in the Risk Department? What is he doing fetching coffee? Don’t you have interns for that?”

“Oh the interns have much better things to be doing,” Bradley laughed. “They are here to learn, after all, not fetch coffee. That’s what Elmar is for.” The other clients and colleagues in the boardroom snorted, covering their mouths to hide their obnoxious laugh.

Tears filled up behind Eddie’s eyes and all he really wanted to do was hide under a table and never have to see any of these people ever again. Yet, as he was about to leave the room and run all the way home, Eddie stopped and turned back around, facing the group.

“I quit.” He muttered, immediately feeling a weight lift off of his shoulders. He spoke a little louder; “I quit. I am handing in my resignation effective immediately. I never want to see any of your faces ever again. I am done being your busboy, I’m done with you treating me like shit and pretending I’m not even here! Also, my name is Eddie not Elmar or Edwin or any other name you call me by. It’s Eddie!” He let out a breath, whipping his head to Richie who was staring at him in shock. “Also, you shouldn’t sign a deal with them. They’re just going to con you out of all your money. I’ll be expecting my last paycheck on payday.”

With that, Eddie left the boardroom, making his way back to his office and starting to pack up his things. He wanted to be out of there before Mr Gray caught up to him and screamed at him for speaking to Mr Tozier in that manner. In all honesty, at that point, Eddie couldn’t give a shit. He pulled his bag over his shoulder and waved a flimsy goodbye to Annabell who was staring at him from the front desk in shock.

As he passed the board room to head to the elevator, he spotted Mr Gray, Bradley and Monia trying to convince Richie to still sign the deal that was sitting out on the table. Just before he reached the elevator, Richie looked up and their eyes locked for the second time that day. He sent him a shy smile before stepping into the elevator and pressing the ground floor button.

The feeling of stepping out into the fresh air, stress free and finally out of the dead end job made Eddie feel like he was on cloud nine. He only managed to make it a few hundred yards down the street when he heard someone calling out his name from behind him. He turned out, his eyes widening as he realised it was Richie Tozier running towards him.

“Eddie, hi.” Richie smiled, catching his breath. His cheeks were already red from the cold air, hair tousled from when he’d been running his fingers through it. Eddie thought he looked much more handsome than he had at the party. “You never text…”

Oh, right. Eddie hadn’t messaged Richie because he had been scared, yet here Richie was standing in front of him after running after him. “I- I wasn’t sure the offer was genuine. I didn’t want to end up being the brunt of a bad joke...again.”

Richie’s smile dropped and he glanced behind him, “Honestly, after seeing all that in there? I don’t blame you.” He took a step forward. “But I want you to know that I was being genuine, I wanted you to text me. I was going to ask you out on a date, and I wanted to get to know you.”

Eddie flushed, tucking his blonde hair behind his ear as he looked down at the pavement. He looked back up, smiling just a little bit, “Well...if I’m not too late?”

“You’re definitely not too late,” Richie grinned. “How about I take you out to lunch and you tell me more about how this company was planning to con me out of money?” He asked and held out his arm for Eddie to take. “And in return, I’ll wine and dine you like you’ve never been before. How does that sound?”

Unable to say no, Eddie nodded his head and reached out to accept Richie’s outstretched arm. “It would be my pleasure.”

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[reddieorrnot]

18? — pasteleddiekaspbrak

i know this trails off a bit, but i hope it’s still good!

number 18 from this list

“I think this would look so cute on you!”

Eddie’s head snapped up from the pants he was previously looking at, and saw Beverly holding up a baby pink t-shirt, with a butterfly embroidered on the chest. 

He knew that bringing Beverly along to his shopping trip at the mall would be a good idea, she always had such a good eye for fashion. Originally, Richie was supposed to tag along. But he had an appointment to get new glasses. 

The foolish boy had broken his old ones in half while skating home from school the day before. Eddie had been with him, and watching Richie take the trip and fall made his heart ache. But the second Richie made a joke about how much Eddie cared, Eddie pretended to walk away from the scene. Richie’s begging for Eddie’s medical assistance brought him right back, though.  

“It’s really pretty, Bev,” Eddie grinned and walked over to her, touching the fabric. It was incredibly soft, and Eddie had no doubts about making this purchase. 

“Try it on!” Beverly urged him, pushing him lightly toward the fitting rooms. With a light laugh, Eddie accepted and went to try on the shirt. He made his way, and entered one of the rooms. Slipping off his shirt, Eddie stared at himself in the mirror for a second, taking in his attributes. As a younger teen, Eddie had always been so skinny, convincing himself he was weak. Out of the desire to change how he viewed his strength, Eddie had started working out more. He offered to spend some days with Mike, helping him at the farm. Mike always made sure to give Eddie the cleaner jobs but ones that still produced more muscle definition over time. And over a few months, the chores had done their job. That’s why Eddie smiled at his reflection, feeling satisfied with how he looked. He also hadn’t minded it whenever the group of friends went to the quarry, and he’d catch Richie gaping at his shirtless image. While Eddie didn’t like to think about what it meant, he sure liked thinking about Richie’s shocked expression. 

Slipping on the clothing, Eddie already knew he loved the article. It fit him incredibly well, and made him feel like he looked adorable. He ran his fingers along the butterfly a few times, then pulled back the fitting room’s curtain to show Beverly, who had been patiently waiting outside.

“Oh, Eddie!” She squealed, jumping up onto her feet from the chair she had been in. “It looks amazing! I bet Richie would agree,” She gave him a sly wink. Eddie hoped how hot his cheeks got wasn’t visible, and simply replied to Beverly with an eye roll as he pulled the curtain shut. 

After taking the t-shirt off and checking out, he and Beverly made their way to a nearby frozen yogurt stand. They planned on just grabbing cups to go and heading home. Eddie stuck with more simple flavors, such as vanilla, strawberry, and occasionally chocolate. But he knew that was bad for your skin, it all was, but especially chocolate. Beverly, on the other hand, got nearly every flavor. Eddie’s face scrunched up in disgust as he watched Beverly pull the lever on “Blueberry blast”. 

“You know that’s like, all artificial, right?” He told his friend as they walked up to the cashier. 

“Wouldn’t want it any other way,” She giggled, taking his cup, signaling she was covering for both of them. Usually, Eddie wouldn’t allow it, but he had just bought something and wasn’t feeling up to spending any more money. He gave her a kind smile, one that indicated thankfulness. 

As they walked out of the mall, frozen yogurt cups in their hands, Eddie felt his phone buzz in his back pocket. 

“Can you grab my phone?” He asked Beverly, his hands being full. She complied with a nod, then got his phone for him. She took the bag from his hand, exchanging it with his phone. It was lit up, and on the screen was a text from Richie.

“ditch bev, come hang out at my place w me :(((“ 

Without thinking, Eddie grinned at his phone. This meant that Richie was back from getting new glasses. Richie wanting to be with him made his heart flutter in ways he knew it shouldn’t. But he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help a lot of things he did or thought about when it came to Richie.

Beverly noticed the look on Eddie’s face, recognizing it as something she’d seen many times before. 

As they got in the car, Beverly driving, Eddie texted a reply to Richie.

“No need to ditch, just finished shopping. Can I ask her to drop me off at your place?”

Quicker than expected, Eddie’s phone buzzed again. 

“yes PLEASE” 

Eddie giggled, which made Beverly speak up.

“I know you’re texting Richie,” She told him, not looking away from the road. Eddie looked at her, embarrassed. Then shook his head.

“You don’t know anything.” 

“Sure, sure I don’t,” She smirked, “So… am I dropping you off at your house?”

Her tone suggested that she knew she didn’t need to ask that, and that she knew Eddie’s reply even before he answered. Which he did so with an annoyed huff. 

“No, Richie’s,” He mumbled merely above a whisper. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that?” 

“Richie’s, you heard me now?” He groaned.

“Loud and clear, no need to be cranky!” 

Beverly’s playful tone made it hard not to be amused, but Eddie still managed. She carried the conversation on, talking about how excited she was for later plans with Ben, and how they were going out to go see a movie. It all sounded so sweet, and Eddie loved seeing the smile that appeared on her face whenever she spoke of their friend. It went like that the whole drive to Richie’s, Eddie mainly listening. It was okay, anything was better than Beverly teasing him. Once he had finished his frozen yogurt, Beverly had offered to just throw the cup away for him when she got home, he thanked her. As they pulled up to the Tozier house, she said nothing, just shooting Eddie a wink as he waved goodbye to her from outside of the car. Eddie acted like he hadn’t seen it.

Walking up to the front door, Eddie thought about how much he truly loved Richie’s family and his home. Maggie Tozier always treated him so kindly, and behaved as if he had always been apart of the family. Went was the same, always making jokes with Eddie, and picking on Richie alongside. Richie liked to comment on how he didn’t know whether Eddie was his best friend or his parents. He knew Richie was just kidding around, but the idea of him even making that joke made Eddie feel so welcomed and safe. It had always felt like some sort of sacred haven of peace when Eddie was a kid, where there was no Sonia Kaspbrak to yell at him because his shoes had gotten dirty. If his shoes had indeed ever gotten dirt on them, he always walked with Richie to his house first, where Richie’s mother would offer to clean them off. Then afterward, he would go home, looking as clean as he had before he had left the house. This convinced his mother that he wasn’t going anywhere or doing anything she wouldn’t approve of. He absolutely adored coming over.

He adored it even more when Maggie’s familiar face opened up the door greeting him enthusiastically. 

“Eddie!” She pulled him in for a hug, causing the plastic bag in his hand to make a noise. Pulling away from the hug, Maggie joked, “Bought something for me? Oh, you shouldn’t have!”

Eddie laughed, feeling the smallest amount of guilt, even if he knew she was just fooling around, “Next time, Mrs. Tozier. Just came back from the mall with Beverly.”

“I miss her so much! She doesn’t come around here enough, tell her she’s still as welcome as always!” 

Eddie beamed, and made a mental note to let Beverly know what Maggie had said. 

“Richie’s in his room, I believe. Just head on up there.”

With a nod, Eddie went up to the staircase and in the direction of Richie’s room. 

Eddie had always been so fascinated with Richie’s room. He had never seen something so alike to the inhabitant's personality. There were posters essentially all over the walls, along with photographs and magazine cut-outs. Not the types of magazines where all the woman wore bikinis, but the ones with his favorite bands or singers. While it wasn’t necessarily messy, it wasn’t organized to anyone but Richie himself. Eddie, personally, wouldn’t be able to find a thing in Richie’s room without help. But Richie? You could ask him for a pin and he’d know exactly where to look. It was impressive, Eddie had thought. 

Eddie knocked on Richie’s room door and heard the familiar voice. 

“Has my Eds arrived?”

Opening the door, Eddie replied, “No, but Eddie’s here.”

Richie was sitting on his bed, a comic book in hand. As he looked up to Eddie, everything in the world stopped. 

Richie wasn’t wearing his old glasses, the ones that had broken. But he wasn’t wearing his new glasses either, the ones he was supposed to have gotten earlier today. Yet, even at the absence of glasses, Richie wasn't helplessly squinting. And maybe that’s why Eddie had never noticed how blue his best friend's eyes were. How Eddie swore he could see the most beautiful sky in Richie's eyes, and how all he wanted was to be laying down on the grass, looking at that exact sky. But that wasn’t all, Eddie swore he saw the clearest ocean as well. One where just hearing the waves crash made all of Eddie’s problems disappear, and all that mattered was Richie. 

“You like ‘em?” Richie laughed.

“Huh?” Eddie answered, confused. He dropped his bag by the door and walked over to Richie’s bed, sitting beside him. The desire to just drown in Riche’s eyes only grew stronger as Eddie moved closer. 

“My contacts! When I went to the eye doctor, he gave me new glasses, but also these things,” Richie pointed to his contacts, “They feel a little funny at first, but I can see without annoying ass glasses in the way.” 

Eddie swallowed nervously, “Yeah.”

“So? You like ‘em?” Richie looked like a child waiting for candy, excited to hear Eddie’s reply. This was one of those moments where Eddie didn’t think through what he said. His brain just decided it was confident enough itself to let the next words he said spill out from his mouth.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

He must’ve not been expecting something like that, because Richie’s eyes widened and his face got red. Eddie was sure he had crossed some line. Richie called Eddie cute and pretty all the time, but maybe that was a thing only he could do because he was always kidding. Maybe Eddie couldn’t say that stuff… because they both must have known he wasn’t kidding. Eddie went to back up, make some joke to cover it all up, but Richie spoke first. His tone was bashful, full of flattery.

“Gee, Eds. I don’t even know what to say, that was so sweet.” 

Thankful for nothing bad happening, Eddie didn’t risk anything further. He didn’t even say anything on the nickname. 

“Yeah, well, I’m like that sometimes,” He told Richie with a shrug. 

Richie’s flushed complexion wasn’t diminished though, as he had a dumb grin on while looking at Eddie. Desperate to get the attention off what he said, Eddie thought of the first topic change he could.

“I bought a new t-shirt today.” 

“Ooo, where is it? In that bag?” 

Eddie nodded, getting up and walking over to where he had dropped his shopping bag. He bent over to grab the t-shirt, and if he had turned around fast enough, he would have seen Richie getting red all over again at the sight of Eddie in that position. 

As he walked back to the bed, Eddie unfolded the shirt and held it out, showing it off. 

“It’s real cute, just like you.” 

“Oh, shut it, Rich,” But Eddie knew he didn’t mean it. He considered what he was going to say next, then just blurted it out. “Want me to try it on? So you can see how it looks?”

Richie only stared at him, making Eddie nervous.

“Only… Only Beverly saw me with it on, and sometimes she doesn’t… she doesn’t really tell me when something doesn’t look good. And I wanna make sure it looks good?” Eddie tried to make sense of his words, but the way he trailed off and looked anywhere but Richie betrayed him.

“Yeah, go ahead,” Richie finally said, tone hushed and breathy. 

Eddie nodded, putting the shirt down, and slowly grabbing the bottom hem of his shirt and pulling it up, over his head. He let his eyes fall on Richie, before he grabbed his new t-shirt, and Eddie would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t see how Richie was looking at him. With his eyes dark and his mouth slightly agape, staring at Eddie’s bare chest. Eddie felt his hands get sweaty, realizing the silence between them. Even if he had wanted to make a move, which a small part of him did long to do, Richie seemed too in trance to do so. The concept would have made Eddie laugh if he hadn’t been so nervous. So he finally pulled on the shirt that he had been clutching, and clutching hard, he realized. 

“How does it look?” He finally managed to say, not looking at Richie but instead the floor.

There was a beat of stillness in the air.

“It looks good. But you, you look beautiful.” 

Eddie looked back up, expecting this to be one of Richie’s countless jokes. But what he saw instead was nothing but honesty in those stunning blue eyes.

Eddie so, so, extremely fucked.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie fic #richie x eddie #eddie x richie #why do i always include benverly #god i love them #i hope this is good lol #i wrote it so fast #it

[edsbev]

Do you mind if I give you a prompt? Like reddie but the losers find out about there relationship because Eddie was wearing Richies sweatshirts all the time...

me? going over the top? it’s more likely than you think

this is 2.8k of reddie being disgustingly in love. also theres some making out

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Most nights, you will find therowdy, gangly-limbed members of the Losers’ Club hunkered down in Big Bill’sbasement, or lazily stretched out in Ben “Handsome” Hanscom’sbedroom, lazily watching the same old movies and hiding away from everyone whoisn’t each other.

Tonight, though, on Mike’sbirthday, they’ve decided to ditch their usual hermit-like ways, and are out inthe world. Celebrating at the old drive-in.

The movie hasn’t started yet.Cars still pulling in, tyres slowly crunching over gravel, headlightsperiodically bathing them in a bright glow. Eddie sits in the bed of Richie’struck, listening to Bev instruct Bill and Ben on how to set up the pillows andblankets for Optimal Coziness, and tries not to look at Richie.

It’s hard, though, becauseRichie keeps looking at him.

Richie’s leant against the sideof the truck, arms crossed over his chest, chatting to Mike. And every now andthen, his gaze will slide over Mike’s shoulder, catch Eddie’s own gaze, and befollowed by a slow, sly grin. The type of grin that two people with a secretwould share between them.

Eddie’s face goes hot, presseshis blushing cheek to his shoulder.

Because here’s the secret: heand Richie are dating.

And not a single one of theLosers know.

“Well,” Richieannounces, pushing himself away from the truck and stretching his arms abovehis head. “I’m gonna go take a piss. Anyone wanna join me?”

His gaze lands pointedly onEddie.

“Oh, me, I do,” Eddieblurts, jumping over the side of the truck bed and landing on the gravel. Hewobbles on his feet as Bev straightens, pushing her hair from her face.

“Tell Stan to hurry up withthe snacks if you see him on your way there, why don’t you?” she huffs.“Also, Richie, when was the last time you cleaned your truck?”

“Never,” Richiereplies with a grin. And then he’s gripping Eddie’s shoulder and leading himaway.

Richie and Eddie have beendating for a month.

They’d been dancing around eachother and their feelings for a while. Until one night, while they were hangingout in Eddie’s room like they usually did, Eddie started laughing at one ofRichie’s bad jokes. And Richie watched him with an odd look on his face for a fewmoments before going “fuck it,” leaning forward, cupping Eddie’sface, and kissing him.

It was Eddie’s first kiss.

Richie is Eddie’s first everything.

And so it’s all new and excitingand scary and daunting and Eddie wants to have time to process all of it beforeadding ‘everybody knowing’ to the mix.

This means, however, a fuck tonof sneaking around.

“I don’t know how I’m goingto get through this whole movie without cuddling you, Eds,” Richie says,as they approach the small, eerie looking building at the back of the lot thathouses the bathrooms. “I mean it’s cold, dark, we’re all gonna be squishedtogether in the back of my truck…how am I supposed to not snuggle thefuck outta you?”

They came to a halt in front ofa door on the side of the building, above it painted the word MEN’S. Eddietries the handle, but it’s locked. Where the keyhole would usually be reads theword “occupied.” Right. So there’s only one toilet.

“We’re just gonna have tohave some of the others sit between us,” Eddie replies, stepping back.They’re quite a way away from everyone else, the chatter and bustle of everyonesetting up their cars a distant hum. It’s so dark, feels much colder out here,a tall chain-link fence rattling in the wind behind them, a dull lightflickering near the bathroom door.

Eddie wraps his arms aroundhimself. Wearing only a thin cotton sweater that does little to keep the chillout.

“Hey,” says Richie.The pout he’d been sporting at Eddie’s words suddenly morphs into amischievous grin. He moves closer to Eddie, eyes alight in the flickeringlight, and pokes Eddie’s side. “You cold, baby?”

“Maybe,” Eddiereplies, ears a little pink. Richie’s grin widens. (Eddie wishes he didn’t lookso cute, with the tip of his nose red from the cold and his dark curls ruffledin the wind). “You still can’t cuddle me, though.”

“Mm, but there’s no onehere to see us,” Richie says. And then he’s unzipping his white and purplewindbreaker, stepping behind Eddie, and engulfing Eddie in the fabric of hisjacket. His warm, firm chest pressed against Eddie’s back, arms wrapped aroundEddie tight.

“Richie…” Eddiebegins, but he feels himself leaning into the embrace.

“Come on, Eds,” Richiesays, voice muffled as he buries his face in Eddie’s hair. “I’m justkeeping you warm. And I gotta get my fix of cuddling you now, because I won’tbe allowed to do it later.”

“You’re so fuckingclingy,” Eddie laughs. But he’s fully relented now, twisting around sotheir fronts are flush together, sneaking his arms around Richie’s waist. Andhe feels nervous, the guy in the men’s room could come out and see them, anyonecould stroll over at any moment. But he also feels safe and warm wrapped up inRichie’s jacket like this. With Richie smiling down at him.

“I’m clingy?”Richie says. Shakes his head with a laugh. “You were the one whowouldn’t let me leave the bed when I slept over the other night. Even though Iwas literally dying of thirst. Like, on the verge of death.”

“Hmm, I don’tremember,” Eddie lies. “Think you’re just lying because you’re afraidto admit you’re the clingiest boyfriend to ever exist.”

He expects a witty retort, animpish grin, a round of their usual bickering. But Richie’s face softens, andhe leans right down so their foreheads are pressed together.

“Is it weird that I like itwhen you call me your boyfriend?” he murmurs, brown eyes looking deep intoEddie’s own, dropping every and now to look at Eddie’s mouth. “Because Ireally fucking like it.”

“It’s not weird,”Eddie says. It’s been a month and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it.“I like it too.”

Richie grins, tilts his head asthough in greeting. “Boyfriend.”

Eddie grins back, mimicks him.“Boyfriend.”

The sound of a door handlingrattling open sounds behind them. They spring apart.

The guy, looks like someone’smiddle aged dad, gives them a little awkward nod as he leaves the restroom.Eddie gestures toward the open door.

“All yours,” he tellsRichie.

“I can’t just leave youalone out here in the cold,” Richie says.

“I am not going inthere with you-”

“No,” Richie snorts.He shrugs off his windbreaker and holds it out to Eddie. “I’m clingy butI’m not that clingy. Just take this.”

Eddie hesitates. Because yeshe’s cold but he doesn’t want to be responsible for making Richie cold. But Richie just thrusts thejacket into Eddie’s chest, rambling on about how he’s fine, has a nice thickhoodie on, is naturally hot anyway, before disappearing into the men’s room.

Eddie standsout there alone. In the shadows. In the cool night air. And he tugs on Richie’sjacket.

He ends up squished between Bevand Stan in the back of Richie’s truck. Richie lying by Bev’s feet. Andhonestly, he thought he was going to struggle with not being able to cuddleRichie as much Richie would (because, yeah, maybe he can be a little clingy).But it’s a little easier when he can snuggle down into Richie’s jacket, zip itright up so the collar covers his mouth and nose. Breathes in the scent that’sinterwoven into the fabric - the smell of Richie’s detergent, deodorant, hintsof sweat and cigarettes. It’s too big on him, sleeves falling over his hands,but it’s so warm.

At one point, Richie tilts hishead back, washed over with the colours of the movie screen, and smiles at him.And Eddie feels warm from the inside, too.

(Bev and Stanalso glance over at him, eyes grazing over Richie’s jacket, but Eddie doesn’tnotice).

After that night, it kind ofbecomes a thing.

‘It’ being Eddie wearingRichie’s clothes at every possible opportunity.

Sometimes, when they’re out,Eddie will put on a little show of shivering, rubbing his arms to warm them up,giving Richie pointed looks, until Richie shrugs off his jacket and places itover Eddie’s shoulders. Sometimes, after a particularly heated make-outsession, in which Richie’s collarbones are covered in marks, Eddie will scoopup Richie’s shirt from the floor and pull it over his head.

He’s beginning to compile a smallcollection of Richie’s clothes in his closet.

“Is that Richie’s?”Bev asks one day, frowning at the white hoodie Eddie is drowning in. A smallspike of panic shoot through Eddie’s heart, but he manages to compose himself.Gives her a nonchalant shrug.

“Dunno,” he replies,“Don’t think so.” And she leaves it at that.

“Dude that shirt’s too bigon you,” snorts Ben one evening, eyeing the old band tee that practicallyhangs off one of Eddie’s shoulders, and reaches his upper thighs. Eddie’sbreath gets caught in his throat, but he swallows it down.

“Is it?” he says,squinting down at himself as though he only just noticed. “Huh.Weird.” And then he walks away before Ben can look at it too closely, andrealise that it doesn’t belong to him.

Eddie should probably just stopwearing them, at least until they tell their friends about their relationship.But…he just really likes wearing Richie’s clothes, being surrounded bythat faint scent of Richie, being bundled up in all that fabric. And none ofthe other Losers have really said anything other than the occasionalobservation or two. So he thinks he’s getting away with it.

About two weeks after the drivein, Eddie and Richie lie together in Eddie’s bed, facing each other in themiddle. It’s dark and quiet, Eddie’s eyes trace the curve of Richie’s chapped,pink lips, the slope of his jaw, the freckles splattered across his pale skin, inthe dim light - only a breath away.

Eddie wears his favourite pair ofshorts, and one of Richie’s dark, baggy hoodies with nothing underneath.

“You know, I think I’mrunning out of clothes,” Richie murmurs, surveying Eddie’s - Richie’s -hoodie with a small smile. Eddie reaches out and runs his fingers down theslope of Richie’s nose, brushes the backs of his knuckles against Richie’scheek - Richie’s eyelids flutter at the touch.

“What are you gonna doabout it?” Eddie teases softly, dropping his hand in the small gap betweenthem.

“Nothing,” Richiereplies. When Eddie raises an eyebrow at him, he grins, and grazes his hand upEddie’s thigh. Leaves Eddie’s skin hot and tingling as he trails up alongEddie’s hip and slips his hand under the hem of the hoodie. Fingertips searingover Eddie’s bare waist. “You look really fucking good in myclothes.”

Eddie’s stomach dips. Richie pullshim closer, closing that gap between them, and kisses him.

Kissing Richie is somethingEddie’s not sure he’ll ever get used to, either. The feeling of Richie’s hotmouth on his, the slide of their lips together, the heat of Richie’s tongue inhis mouth. Eddie slides his hand into Richie’s hair and twists his fingers inRichie’s curls. Shudders at the way Richie hums against him, tightens his gripon Eddie’s waist.

“You’re so fucking cute,Eds,” Richie breathes, ducking down to nip at Eddie’s jaw. “Sofucking cute it’s unfair.” He presses their foreheads together, lipsbrushing when he adds, “do you know how hard it is for me to stop myselffrom just jumping you every time I see you in one of my shirts? It’sreally fucking hard.”

“You hardly stopyourself,” Eddie snorts. “I mean, look at what you’re doing rightnow.”

Richie laughs, pushes Eddie ontohis back and leans over him. Places one hand by Eddie’s head, the other stillon Eddie’s waist, rubbing circles into Eddie’s skin with his thumb.

“Asshole,” he says.“Remember the other day when you wore my Led Zeppelin shirt? While we werehanging out at Bill’s? I literally felt like I was gonna explode.”

“I’d have liked to seethat,” Eddie jokes.

Richie shutshim up with another kiss.

This kiss is a lot hungrier thanthe first. Richie presses his body right down along Eddie’s, Eddie bitesRichie’s bottom lip, Richie’s hand ventures lower, to the curve of Eddie’s ass.Squeezes.

“Richie…” Eddiebreathes.

There’s a knock at the window.

Richie jolts away from Eddieimmediately. The two of them, chests heaving, gaping at the drawn curtains.Because the only person who knocks on Eddie’s window is currently kneelingright beside him.

There’s another knock.

“It’s not me,” Richiehisses.

“Obviously,” Eddiehisses back.

“Then who is it?”

A murderer probably. Eddiestares at the window wide-eyed, heart in his throat, and he’s sure that they’reabout five seconds from dying.

“Eddie! Open up! I knowyou’re in there!”

Richie and Eddie exchange abewildered look.

It’s Bev.

Richie immediately dives off thebed, in a way that’s overly dramatic and unnecessarily noisy. He presseshimself flat against the carpet, out of sight, and Eddie fixes his hair andpulls back the curtains.

Bev’s round, freckled face beamsat him. Gestures for him to unlatch the window.

“What the hell are youdoing here?” Eddie asks, once he’s hoisted the window open. Cold hair hitshis face as he peers down the side of his house. Bev is standing on a ladder,held in place by Ben and Mike. Bill and Stan are a little way away on the frontlawn, still on their bikes, chatting idly. “All of you?”

“Good to see you too,Eddie,” Bev says brightly. “We’re kidnapping you for a late nightescapade.  Richie, too.”

Eddie’s blood runs cold.“Um. What?”

“Richie’s here isn’the?” Bev asks, trying to peer past Eddie into the darkness of his room.“He wasn’t at his place so we figured he’d be here.”

“…Why?”

The question is pointless. Bevis far too perceptive for her own good. She fixes him with one her very knowinglooks, an eyebrow quirked and the corner of her mouth lifted and says,“because you’re dating.”

Eddie probably shouldn’tsurprised, but hearing that coming from Bev’s mouth still feels a bit like apunch in the gut. “N-no. No we’re not.”

“Come on, Eddie. You’vebeen wearing Richie’s clothes for weeks. You’re literally in one of his hoodiesright now.”

Eddie blushes furiously, tryingto sink down into said hoodie, and mumbles, “No I’m not.”

Bev ignores him, craning aroundto call into his room, “hey, Richie, you up for a late nightadventure?”

“Richie’s not here rightnow,” Richie replies. “Please call again in five to ten businesshours.”

Eddie could kill him, resistingthe urge to slap his hand to his own forehead. A grin splits across Bev’s face,and she gives Eddie look that is somewhere between very pleased, and smug.

“Whatcha doing in there,Richie?” she says, not taking her eyes off Eddie. Eddie winces, alreadydreading Richie’s reply.

“Nothing,” Richiecalls. “Definitely not dating Eddie in here, that’s for sure.”

This time, Eddie really doesslap a hand to his forehead.

Bev laughs, clear and bright inthe dark night, and then begins climbing down the ladder. “We’ll bewaiting down here for you. You might wanna put some warmer pants on, Eddie.Though I’m sure Richie’s enjoying that shorts and hoodie combo.”

“She’s right!”

“Oh god,” Eddiegroans.

Richie is already up andsearching for his shoes when Eddie turns around. And Eddie knows he should getready too, but he can’t stop himself from hesitating. A feeling of discontentswirling around in his stomach. Because it’s not a secret anymore. They know.And Eddie feels relief, too, because he hates keeping things from hisfriends. Is nice that there is no longer a secret between them. But…it justfeels a little daunting. That this is now out in the world.

“Hey,” Richie says,noticing Eddie’s hesitance. He crosses the room and cups Eddie’s elbow.“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Eddie manages.Richie presses his lips together and pushes them up toward his cheek, obviouslyunconvinced.

“They’re the only ones whoknow,” Richie reassures him. “You know nobody else would be smartenough to figure it out. It’s still a secret, okay?” He circles his thumbinto Eddie’s elbow. “It’s okay.”

Eddie sighs, and it’scomforting, because he’s right. “Okay.”

“Plus,” Richie says,pecking Eddie’s lips. “Now you can wear my clothes all the time.”

Eddie shoves him away, huffs.“Shut up.“ 

But he smiles back when Richie smiles at him, relaxed, and he changes into jeans and pulls on his sneakers and together they join their friends out the window. 

#Anonymous #reddie #ask #mine #the making out is rlly minor but yknow just in case #srry this took a lil longer than i thought #i wrote like half of it and then rewrote it #bc im so fussy gdhsj #but anyway #i hope u like this #i love eddie in richies clothes so much #!!! #almost as much as richie does #writing #prompt

[spidizzlemizzle]

Sister?

Pairing: Bill Debrough x Reader

Word Count: 1,698

Warnings: Swearing, a lot of time skips and some poor writing,

A/N: Not my best work but I decided someone out there would find it somewhat okay so here ya go xx

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[Y/N] P.O.V

I made my way up to the front door and took in a deep breath, knuckles rapping against the oak wood. I looked at my shoes and wiped my sweaty palms against my shorts. Hearing the door unlock and swing open, I looked up to be faced with the unaged face of Eddie.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here?”

“Mum didn’t tell you I was coming home?”

“Well yeah, she mentioned it, but I thought she was joking” he let out a subtle laugh and a grin spread across his face, as did one on mine. He opened the door wider and led me to the living room, hesitantly greeting my seated and uninterested mother; Eddie was always the golden child. I followed Eddie to the - prior to my return home – guest room. I placed my heavy grey backpack on the neatly made bed, zipping it open and taking out my possessions.

“Do you need anything?”

“Nah I’ll be fine” I simply waved him off before having a thought come to me.

“Actually now that I think about it, I definitely need a tour of the town I haven’t seen in countless years once I’m unpacked” I looked over my shoulder and saw him smile, obviously excited to show me around the town.

Half an hour had passed and I was finally ready to look around. We entered the garage and my eyes lit up at the sight of my old bike, although it was covered in dust and cobwebs, I instantly recognised the vehicle.

We went on the adventure I had been waiting for ever since I planned to return to Derry. We went everywhere you could think of, the library, and the barrens, the streets lined with stores and, even stopped in my favourite ice cream shop.

“We should head to the quarry next; I remember that place being absolutely incredible.” I faced Eddie with an expectant look but his eyes went a little wider than normal.

“Uh, nah let’s not do that, we should just go home.” His sentence was rushed and laced with nervousness. I narrowed my eyes at him, tilting my head on the slightest angle to try to comprehend his behaviour.

“Whatever you say.”

~One Week Later~

Eddie P.O.V

I was seated out the front of the most popular ice creamery in town with the rest of the losers. The conversation flowed between our group as I saw Richie slap Stan’s chest and point to someone walking in our direction.

“Who the fuck is that?” he said, making me turn my head to see who he was talking about. [Y/N] approached the ice cream store with a small grin, hands neatly tucked in her pockets. She pushed open the door and entered, ready to order her usual I’m guessing. I turned back to the group not saying a word as they continued to speculate who she was.

I faced Bill who had an admiring look in his eyes, this could be bad.

~Three days later~

The loser’s club and I headed towards the quarry on our bikes, with a simple chatter of what our plans for the remaining few days of summer would be.

I was about to mention my plan to Bill when a girl about our age rushed past me along with a gust of wind. I recovered from my state of shock to recognise the [H/C] hair and navy bike. [Y/N]. She sped down the main road, wind brushing her hair like a comb. I looked back at Bill to see him almost entranced by her presence; a smile graced his lips as she looked towards the sky and opened her arms to allow the embrace of the warm summer air.

“Did anyone actually find out who that is?” Everyone shook their heads in response to his question as I continued on our path to the quarry.

~One Week Later~

School began two days ago and so far, there has been no interaction between [Y/N] and the members of the losers club. I approached her at the end of the day in the hallway as she put her books back in her locker and bag.

“You ready to go home, the losers want me to go to the quarry with the-”

“The losers? Who’s that?” Her question took me back a bit as I realised I never told her about them.

“Uh they’re my friends. Doesn’t matter, anyw-”

“Can I meet them? I don’t really like anyone at this school; they’re all rude and bitchy.” I let out a small chuckle at her analysation of Derry middle school.

“You couldn’t have given a better description of our school.” She looked at me with expectation and hope.

“You wanna meet them that bad?” she nodded and smiled at me.

“Maybe another day, let’s just get going” My answer was obviously good enough as she began walking in the direction of the escape from the hellhole we call school. I let her go ahead as the losers approached me.

“You know her?” Stan’s words got my full attention and I nodded.

“And you didn’t care to mention who she is when we asked on multiple occasions?” Bills question had more of a bite to them then Stan’s did as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“It’s not a big deal.” I didn’t feel like explaining myself to them at that moment.

“Well how do you know her? If it’s not a big deal.” I knew Bill wouldn’t give up. I sighed and faced the group completely.

“She’s my twin sister.” That was all I said as I grabbed my bike from the stand. I looked at them once more and saw their shocked and confused expressions.

“Will we get a proper introduction?” Beverly piped up from the back of the group, clearly excited to possibly have another girl to hang out with.

“Quarry, tomorrow after school.” And with that, I left.

[Y/N] P.O.V

“Where are we going?” I was trailing behind Eddie on my bike.

“The quarry, my friends wanna meet you.”

“Really?” thoughts began running through my head as worry and nerves sunk in.

“Yup.”

“Do you think they’ll like me?” I caught up to my brother and looked his way.

“I think so; pretty sure you’ll fit right in.”

“You calling me a loser?” nudging his shoulder, I joked with my brother for a little longer before reaching our destination.

Introductions were quick and the conversation began flowing easily. I felt in place with these kids, as if I belonged with them. They were so easy to get along with, making me grateful to Eddie for letting me meet them.

There was one loser I got along with best though.

Bill Denbrough.

He knew just how to get me to laugh until I was in tears and his stutter made me slightly swoon.

~One Month Later~

We were all hanging out at the quarry like usual, jumping off the cliff and playing countless games to pass the time.

“Crap! I have to get home or mums gonna kill me, I’ll see you guys later.” Eddies sudden outburst made all our heads snap in his direction. We all waved him goodbye as he gathered his belongings and ran to his bike.

“Y-Yo-You’re not going wi-with him?” I brought my attention back to the stuttering boy seated next to me on the rock.

I simply shook my head and shrugged, saying, “I may have just come home a month ago, but Eddies always been the golden child, the favourite. I swear she wraps him up in cotton wool when he goes to bed,” letting out a slightly exhausted chuckle, finding the ground much more interesting than any of the conversations around me.

Less than an hour later there was only Bill and I remaining at the quarry, everyone finding reasons to head home.

“D-Do you wa-w-wanna come over to m-my house? I wanna sh-sho-show you something.”

“I’d love to Bill.” We stood from the rock, collected our towels, put our clothing back on over our bathers, and began on the trek to Bills house. The journey was silent at times but had occasional banter and simple chatter.

We approached the large house and silence fell around us. I looked at Bill as I heard thunder rumble in the distance and saw him start to fiddle with him fingers and bite his lip.

“Everything okay Billy?” I tried to joke with the boy but he wouldn’t budge. I approached him and gently placed my hand on his shoulder, bringing it down to his upper arm.

“Bill, is there something you wanna say?” Something about his change in attitude made me think he did. I looked him in the eyes for a split second before he turned away and looked at his home over my shoulder.

“I’ve liked you ever since I first saw you ride past us on our way to the quarry, you looked so carefree and full of life and when Eddie introduced you to us I was so happy I was going to get to know you and I completely understand if you don’t feel the same because wh-” Not a single stutter fell from his lips as I registered his words in a split second.

“You like me?”

“Yeah I do, a lot.” His words and small chuckle made me let out a wide grin and look at him with the largest amount of admiration possible.

I reached my hands up to the back of his neck and went onto my tiptoes. I pulled him down into a sweet kiss. It was short but showed the reciprocated feelings I have for him. I pulled away as I heard him mother tell us to come inside. Only now noticing the rain falling around us, I looked back at him, frozen with a look of shock on his face. I backed away as I giggled and turned to walk into the Denbrough household.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, as I greeted his mother indoors, a smile graced his lips and made him bubble up with glee.

I am so glad I returned home.

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[yallreddieforthis]

I’ll Stop By Your Room

Fandom: It (2017)

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier

Rating: T (for language, talking about sex, mentions of past sexual situations)

Words: 7.1k

Movie canon-compliant but not book. Aged-up (16-17) Also posted on AO3

The Greater Fool Series: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 4.5 (NSFW) | Part 5

“Oh God,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes and whacking his head on the seat in front of him because he can’t believe he was so stupid as to think that maybe once in his entire life he could just have a goddamn normal, boring-ass field trip where nothing humiliating or life-changing happens because he just had to go and develop feelings for Richie, who never lets anything be boring or normal. Not even Eddie.

As he steps onto the bus to head back to Derry High, Eddie is prepared for the first time in his entire school career, to declare this field trip A Success.

He’s made it almost halfway through tenth grade without ever having gone on a field trip where no disastrous shit went down—either for the class in general, or just specifically Eddie-related shit. There was one in sixth grade where the bus driver got lost and they didn’t get home until after five, and Eddie’s mom had already gotten the police involved by the time the bus pulled into the parking lot of Derry Elementary. Or the eighth grade one to the botanical gardens where Eddie got stung by a bee. Or when they went to the zoo in second grade and some asshole monkey managed to fling his shit far enough out of his enclosure that it splattered Bill right in the chest and like, okay, maybe that was more of a tragedy for Bill than it was for Eddie but Eddie was standing right next to him when it happened. It was scarring for everyone, okay?

Well, maybe not for Richie, who laughed so hard he almost peed his pants and still brings it up anytime anyone mentions monkeys, even in passing. Like someone will say this is so easy, a monkey could do it, and Richie will invariably butt in with haha, hey Bill, remember the time…

In fact, Eddie thinks that a large part of what has made this art museum field trip such an unmitigated success is that he has managed to stay as far away from Richie as possible. Not the actual art part; that was boring as fuck. Bill and Ben were the only ones who got anything at all out of that shit—Ben was all, did you know that this painting was commissioned for Colonel Assface during the War of Whateverthefuck in the year Long Enough Ago That No One Cares Anymore, and Bill was quiet the whole time but his eyes were all lit up and Eddie could practically hear him thinking about color and brushstrokes and shit. Which is fair, because Bill’s art is starting to get really good. He drew Richie during chem last week and Eddie liked the sketch so much he managed to muster up the courage to ask Bill if he could keep it. He’s positive that if he’d bothered to pay any attention at all in the gallery of Frou Frou di Fifi or whoever, he’d be able to see influences from the trip in Bill’s sketchbook.

But he didn’t. He spent the whole time glued to Stan, because Stan is terrified of paintings (which is understandable, Eddie thinks), and Eddie felt bad that he was forced to come on this field trip. Usually, Bill would be the one to partner up with Stan and like, be supportive or whatever, but Eddie and Stan both knew that the lure of a real art museum was going to be too tempting for him, and Stan’s best bet for company would wind up being Eddie. Stan was miserable the whole time anyway, and Eddie doesn’t blame him. It’d be like if Eddie had to go spend the day in a lab staring at Petri dishes full of diseases and then write a two-page essay about how much he loved it. Like, fuck that shit. He suppresses a shudder at the thought.

So he stuck with Stan, inching along the far wall away from the artwork, and avoided Richie, who mostly told jokes over Ben’s A History Of Everything In the Art Museum lecture and spoke at Bill, who uh-huhed him in the middle of sentences so many times that Eddie thinks even Richie might’ve eventually caught on that he wasn’t listening. Avoiding Richie, especially for Eddie, is usually very difficult for a multitude of reasons, the chief of which being that Eddie is in what essentially amounts to a relationship with Richie. Today, it was surprisingly and suspiciously easy.

It’s not that Eddie doesn’t want to be around Richie—he does, actually always, to an alarming and almost disgusting degree—it’s just that Richie is super inappropriate and keeps Eddie in a constant state of worry about what he’s going to do next. Sometimes, for example, he acts like he’s going to start macking on Eddie in public which...they haven’t really discussed it out loud before, but Eddie thinks they have a mutual understanding about not doing shit like that because Richie has never followed through on it. He’s not exactly embarrassed about the...relationship or whatever, at least not very—Eddie figures he has no more reason to be embarrassed of Richie than Richie does to be embarrassed of him—but he knows and he prays to God that Richie understands that obvious PDA would be just as bad as painting a target on his forehead. A big rainbow target.

Eddie files into a window seat on the bus so that he won’t get carsick and hopes Stan will fill in next to him so he doesn’t end up having to sit with someone mean.

Eddie gets picked on enough already, for plenty of reasons. People had been calling him gay for years before he realized he actually is, in fact, gay. Like, the gay was totally always there, tapping him on the shoulder occasionally like hey, uh, It’s Raining Men is a pretty great song, you should listen to it on a loop for six months... and Eddie was just ignoring it until the whole Richie situation sort of forced him to turn around and look it in the eye. And once he did it was like my guy, listen. Dudes. Dicks. Richie. Rodgers and Hammerstein. Eddie sometimes wonders if other people were actually able see it before he could. Were they just calling him gay because people do that, or because they knew? Like maybe he’s been walking around leaving a trail of glitter behind him without realizing it?

There’s no way of knowing for sure without asking someone, and since Eddie hasn’t technically ever said the word gay out loud yet… Presumably, Richie is aware that he is—even if that understanding is based on nothing but the fact that their lips are touching more often than not when they’re alone together—but Eddie hasn’t managed to work up the balls to even talk to him about the implications of being gay. Let alone the implications of being gay in Derry. Jesus, Eddie doesn’t even want to have that discussion mentally with himself, much less verbally with another person.

As soon as he spots Eddie, Richie weasels his way past Stan to cram in next to him. Stan rolls his eyes and gets pulled along into another row. Well, fuck.

Luckily, the museum is about a half hour drive from school, so Richie only has thirty minutes left to work his magic on upholding the streak of shitty field trips. The bus driver turns on the engine and Eddie realizes that he’s picked one of the wheel seats, which will ensure that his legs are numb from the wheel vibrations by the time they reach school. Awesome. Richie drops his backpack in between himself and Eddie, which is only notable because he uses its cover to grab Eddie’s hand where no one can see it. At the very, very least, Richie still remembers that subtlety is the name of the game here.

Not that Eddie really thinks the other Losers will care. That time in the sewers...everything they’ve been through together...Eddie doubts there’s anything he could be or do that would make them hate him. He could kill someone and they’d all just be like yeah I bet he deserved it and you need any help burying the body? He’s aware that he has the best friends on the face of the earth and that once he gets around to telling everyone about him and about them he’s probably going to feel a lot better. Hell, they might even already have guessed. He doesn’t know why he’s putting it off. He keeps telling himself next sleepover, next weekend, tomorrow at lunch and then backing out. It just feels so...daunting. Like—

“So, what do you think about blowjobs?” Richie asks Eddie, in a completely normal tone of voice. Which is to say loud. Richie’s normal tone of voice is very loud.

Jesus Christ.

“You wanna say that a little louder?” Eddie hisses at him.

“SO, WHAT DO YOU THI—”

Eddie clamps his hand over Richie’s mouth and gives him his most murderous glare. Richie just shakes his head and stares at Eddie with his best puppy eyes. Yeah, those eyes that Eddie used to be able to match with a dead-eyed stare and now they just make him feel all melty and gooey and shit because Richie really does have the longest, darkest, most beautiful eyelashes and his eyes are soft and—

Richie uses the momentary hesitation to lick Eddie’s palm. Eddie automatically draws his hand back in disgust.

“BLOWJOBS,” Richie shouts the second his voice is no longer muffled in Eddie’s hand. Eddie elbows him as hard as he can in the ribs and almost remembers to stop holding hands with him under the backpack. Almost.

No one even turns around. From the front of the bus, Mrs. Eisner calls back a vague “that’s enough, Richard,” but that’s the only response he gets.

“See?” Richie says, turning back to Eddie. Eddie wipes his wet hand viciously on the front of Richie’s shirt. “No one’s listening. Say whatever the fuck you want. I like you like you. You’re hot. I wanna suck your dick. See?”

“Oh God,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes and whacking his head on the seat in front of him because he can’t believe he was so stupid as to think that maybe once in his entire life he could just have a goddamn normal, boring-ass field trip where nothing humiliating or life-changing happens because he just had to go and develop feelings for Richie, who never lets anything be boring or normal. Not even Eddie.

He spares a single thought for Richie saying you’re hot. Did...did he mean that? Was he just saying that shit because he was trying to demonstrate that no one was listening? Like, does Richie really think Eddie is hot?

“So, what do you think about blowjobs?” Richie asks again, in exactly the same tone of voice he used the first time, which makes Eddie feel like if he’d just given a real answer way back five minutes ago, in a simpler time before he knew Richie thought school buses were an appropriate setting for sex conversations, then it would’ve been easier.

Also, Richie doesn’t seem likely to drop this topic anytime soon, and when he gets like this Eddie has found that the best course of action is to just grit his teeth and plow through the conversation until Richie is satisfied with his answer, after which they are typically able to move on with their lives. The last time this happened was a Power Rangers versus Ninja Turtles debate that lasted for forty five minutes. Hopefully they can breeze through this one before they get back to school, because Eddie doesn’t relish the idea of Richie passing him terribly drawn notes with diagrams of dicks and tongues during math.

So that’s what makes him decide to take a second and actually consider the question. Blowjobs and sucking dick are things Richie talks about regularly—not with any real seriousness, of course—but Eddie’s never given the idea too much thought because honestly? Gross.

He’s gotten almost all the way past the ickiness of kissing on the mouth and like, in the face-area—mostly by just refusing to think about germ transfer rates and mononucleosis—because Richie has made that worth his while. It took a couple months for him to really get the hang of it, but now they’ve got that shit down; Richie knows how to kiss Eddie’s neck to make him go jelly-legged, and Eddie can get Richie all red-faced and panting just by sucking on his ears the right way, and once they get going, kissing on the mouth is the furthest thing from icky. Eddie sometimes feels like there are moments where he will internally combust if he can’t kiss Richie.

So it’s not that Eddie doesn’t think a blowjob would feel good. The opposite, actually. Just...it feels like asking for some kind of nasty disease.

“Nuh-uh,” Eddie says, shaking his head and staring out the window as they pull onto the main road leading to the highway, “I don’t think I can like...do that. Dick in the mouth. Nuh-uh. Nope.”

“No I mean me give you one,” Richie presses. “I’m not afraid of your germs.”

Eddie bristles a little at that because it implies that Eddie is afraid of Richie’s germs which...okay, maybe he kind of is, but Richie didn’t have to say it. He knows that’s not really what Richie meant though—it’s not a jab at Eddie—he’s actually trying to be reassuring. Trust Richie to accidentally backhanded compliment his way into sex. What a fucking catch. And now he’s looking at Eddie with this earnest smugness, like he knows he’s going to convince him to let him do it and he’s stoked. But why does he even want to? Like, what’s in it for him?

Does he really think Eddie is that hot?

“Did you mean it?” Eddie asks, before he can stop himself.

“Totally,” Richie says, giving Eddie’s hand a squeeze under the backpack. “I’d take a faceful of your jizz over splashing around in graywater any day.”

Ew, what the fuck?!

“No,” says Eddie. “What is wrong with you? I don’t mean—I meant when you said I was…” Eddie drops his voice to a whisper, “... hot. Do you really think I’m hot?”

“Of course I do, dumbass,” Richie says. “Don’t you think I am?”

Eddie’s first instinct is to say no, dipshit, because “hot” is a word reserved for like...like Ethan Hawke or River Phoenix. Not people like Richie, who has been at peak teenage awkwardness for what feels like a decade at this point and looks to be in real danger of staying that way forever. He has terrible taste in clothes and the glasses and the crazy hair and as a package he’s just...so overwhelming, and that’s not hot. Not even a little. It’s—

“I’m just messing with you,” Richie says cheerfully, knocking his knifepoint-sharp elbow into Eddie’s arm. “Everyone knows you’re the beauty and I’m the brains.”

“God, I hope not. We’re really fucked if you’re the brains,” Eddie says before he can stop himself.

Richie snorts and squeezes Eddie’s hand in such a way that it makes a fart noise and Eddie yanks it out from under the backpack. He folds his arms across his chest and Richie spends the rest of the journey home trying to coax him back into holding hands. By the time they get back to school, Eddie is red with both embarrassment and suppressed laughter, and he thinks about how this kind of thing happens so often that he’ll probably never blush again without thinking of Richie.

As is customary on school nights, Eddie goes straight home after his last class. He’s not allowed to have friends over or go to the arcade unless it’s a weekend, which he used to think was because his mom wanted him to have plenty of time for his homework but now feels more like one of her arbitrary, controlling restrictions because she doesn’t seem to actually care all that much about his grades. It feels like it’s more about just...having him home while she watches The Young and The Restless by herself in the living room. Why exactly Eddie’s presence in the house improves this activity, he doesn’t entirely understand.

Richie took to sneaking in during the night years ago, which always makes being alone for the afternoon slightly more bearable. He’ll get on his bike after last period and turn to Eddie and say I’ll stop by your room after I’m done doing your mom, which is actually a polite offer for company in disguise. Eddie will either say if you really have to or I’ll make sure to put the lock on the door then and Richie has never not respected the answer.

Today he said it and Eddie told him to get lost because they’ve got an essay due tomorrow on the impact of our trip to the art museum and Eddie had had a feeling that writing it was going to require some premium-grade bullshitting. He’d been right, too; he didn’t get done with it until ten. But it’s not like that’s really what ate up his entire evening, because then he’d debated internally with himself for half an hour before caving and rewatching Footloose. By the time he’d brushed his teeth, put on pajamas (his warmest ones—reindeer-printed and made of fleece—because it’s chilly and it’s not like anyone is going to see them anyway), and gotten into bed, it was after midnight. So now he’s still wide awake and feeling kind of like he wishes he’d invited Richie over after all, despite the fact that he really should already be asleep.

It used to be that whenever Eddie said yes, Richie would come straight over after the sun went down. Eddie could always tell if they’d all gone swimming without him because Richie’s hair would be damp and he’d smell like quarry water and the grass at the top of the cliff, and he’d flop onto Eddie’s bed and get those smells all over his sheets. Those nights, Eddie would always go to sleep wondering if Richie was just wearing wet briefs under his shorts or going commando. He was never sure which idea he liked less.

Since this summer though, I’ll stop by your room after I’m done doing your mom has taken on a connotation that sets off a shivery, churning feeling in Eddie’s gut. Sometimes Richie will lean over and whisper it in his ear—sometimes he leaves off the last part too. I’ll stop by your room, he breathes out, warm air hitting Eddie’s neck, and Eddie bites his lips and goes all hot because it means that that night, sometime around eleven or midnight or so, he’ll hear a dun dun dun dadadundun tapping at his window. Eddie is still not sure if that’s a reference to Under Pressure or Ice Ice Baby and he honestly thinks he doesn’t want to know.

He’ll wedge a towel under his bedroom door to soundproof it as much as he can. Then he’ll lift the latch on the window and open it as far as it will go. Richie just barely fits now. A couple of years ago it was nothing for him to hop through, now he has to fold his long legs every which way and his skinny arms flail around and his big feet get caught on the other side of the sill and sometimes he whacks his giant head on the wall as he tumbles through. It’s never a quiet process, unfortunately; there’s always some swearing involved, and Eddie lives in fear of the day Richie looks at him from the other side of the wall, moonlight shining off his glasses, and says “well, fuckity fuck, I’m stuck.”

That’s a problem for Future Eddie to deal with though, because once Richie’s in, well. Once he’s in the room, those skinny arms are immediately wrapped around Eddie’s waist and the long legs bump into Eddie’s as Richie backs them toward the bed. And then they get there and...god.

Eddie turns over onto his side and fiddles with the sleeve of his pajama top, thinking about how if Richie were here, the shirt would be gone before the backs of his knees even hit the mattress. Richie is always the first to start taking clothes off—he does it like he’s starving for him—like touching Eddie is what he lives for and he can’t hold off another second. It’s...feeling like that, like someone wants him so bad...it’s kind of wonderful and powerful and scary.

Every time they do it ends basically the same—they take everything off and then they touch each other until they can’t anymore and their fingers are gooey and sticky and then Eddie has to shove Richie out of bed or he’ll fall asleep right there—naked and on top of Eddie for Eddie’s mom to find them the next morning. It hasn’t happened yet, thank God, but it’s a closer call every time because it’s getting harder and harder to kick Richie out after.

In fact, Eddie has taken to spending a worrying amount of time just sort of lying there and stroking Richie’s naked back or smoothing his hair over his head. After is always kind of awkward for Eddie, because he can’t think of anything to say that isn’t incredibly embarrassing, and silence feels weird too. So far he’s managed a that was good twice, which he was super proud of both times even though he also wanted to roll over and hide as soon as the words left his mouth.

Richie does not appear to suffer from the same affliction, because he always starts talking again pretty much as soon as he catches his breath, and Eddie is usually too tired to complain about whatever stupid shit he says. Richie’s pillow talk typically includes such topics as: an enthusiastic play-by-play of what they just did (during which Eddie always just mumbles please stop every few seconds), complete with commentary, which is as complimentary as it is mortifying; a detailed tactical gamplan of what they should do in the event of a zombie outbreak; who Richie would cast if they made a movie about the X-Men and for some reason wanted his opinion; and a ranking of his favorite types of candy based on the logistics of building an edible house. As long as he keeps blabbering, Eddie can privately enjoy that sick-happy feeling in his chest and put off kicking him out. If he’s being honest, Eddie just wants to hold him super tight and close and stay there until he can watch the sunrise illuminate the faded freckles on Richie’s nose.

Eddie snuggles deep down in the covers and thinks about his favorite parts—between when Richie squeezes into and out of his window—and lets himself relish in the fluttery, fidgety excitement that comes with the memory of Richie, shirtless and pale and glowing faintly red in the light from the numbers on Eddie’s alarm clock. The way his mouth looks after they’ve been kissing, soft and full and open, how his wild hair splays across Eddie’s neck when he bends down to breathe warm air onto Eddie’s nipples. His hands unzipping Eddie’s pants, rubbing him over the front of his underwear like he can’t even wait the two seconds it’ll take to pull them off. The way his back looks as he arches into Eddie’s fingers, the way his head falls forward when he gasps and the way he moans like Eddie’s mom isn’t literally two rooms over oh my god, Richie, shhh. The way he exhales sometimes, like he’s so turned on he doesn’t know how else to express it but with those shuddery breaths that almost sound like the ghost of laughter. Eddie’s whole body goes warm at the memory because it’s the hottest thing he—

And then it’s like Eddie’s brain douses him in ice water because it is. It’s hot. It’s hot as fuck and Eddie remembers that Richie asked him on the bus a few hours ago if he thought Richie was hot and he did not give him an unequivocal yes. And that’s obviously bullshit because Eddie was totally getting ready to start jerking off just now thinking about how fucking hot Richie is when he’s naked and they’re in bed together. Eddie had somehow been under the impression that hot is this kind of ethereal concept that only applies to celebrities or strangers, when hot has literally been sucking face with him for months. He is officially the biggest dumbass ever. Eddie wonders if there’s any other obvious shit staring him down that he hasn’t picked up on yet.

And suddenly Eddie cannot stand the idea that Richie might be sitting at home thinking Eddie doesn’t find him hot. It’s Thursday...well, technically it’s Friday but it still counts as Thursday night and there’s no way Richie isn’t planning on coming over for some sweet handjob action tomorrow night, but this can’t wait until tomorrow. And he can’t call, his mom will want to know why he’s using the phone at this hour and it’s possible that someone other than Richie might answer and then Eddie will have to come up with some reason besides I’m sorry to bother you at this hour Mrs. Tozier, but it’s an absolute emergency because I have to tell Richie right now that he’s hot and thinking about him naked gives me a boner.

Yeah, not likely. This situation calls for desperate measures, like an entirely unprecedented course of action. Eddie puts on his sneakers, throws on a sweater, and walks to his window.

If Richie can still get in, it’ll be nothing for Eddie to get out. He’ll just close the window most of the way from the outside, but not so much that he won’t be able to get back in. His mom might come in (unlikely, Eddie can hear her snoring) and find him gone and completely blow a gasket, but that’s a big might and the fact that he needs to see Richie right the fuck now is a definitely, so. Down he hops, quiet as can be.

It’s early December and fucking cold. Cold as fuck. Eddie hops back and forth from one foot to the other while he untangles his bike from where the garden hose fell on it and tries not to think too hard about how the frigid wind in his face is going to feel when he gets going.

The less that can be said about the seven minute bike ride to Richie’s house, the better. The word frostbite comes to mind more than once, as well as death by exposure. Eddie thinks it’ll be unfortunate but understandable if his dick decides never to make an appearance again; he’s pretty sure it has retreated up into his body for good. He can’t feel his hands but manages to peel his fingers off the handlebars nonetheless, leaning his bike up against the side of Richie’s house without bothering to hide it because, according to Richie, Richie’s parents are heavy sleepers. Eddie wouldn’t normally just take Richie at his word on something like that, but he figures they would’ve had to have caught their own son sneaking out at least once out of the hundreds of times he’s done it if it wasn’t true. Eddie walks around the back and looks through the curtains of Richie’s room.

Richie, wearing the same pajama bottoms and old tee shirt he usually shows up at Eddie’s in, is so deeply involved in Sonic that Eddie wonders if he won’t hear him rapping on the window, but he does it anyway. Dun dun dun dadadundun.

It’s Under Pressure, Eddie whispers to no one in particular. Richie doesn’t hear that or the knocking.

Dun dun dun dadadundun. Eddie knocks again, a little louder.

This time, Richie turns around. He does one better, actually: he does a double take and his jaw drops wide open, hair flopping into his face. He looks utterly stupid by any account and yet the first thought that pops into Eddie’s head is beautiful.

Richie drops the controller onto the floor to live amongst the general covering of junk that populates his bedroom before loping over to the window and opening it.

“Jesus Christ,” he says, staring out at Eddie like he can’t believe he’s here, which is kind of annoying because like...Eddie has a bike too. Just because it’s always Richie who appears at Eddie’s house in the middle of the night doesn’t mean Eddie isn’t capable of reciprocating every once in awhile. It’s just that it’s obviously nicer to get it on in Eddie’s room than in the garbage heap Richie inhabits.

Richie reaches out a hand to help Eddie clamber inside. He must have the heat cranked up full blast because Eddie starts regaining feeling in his extremities right away when Richie shuts the window.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I just needed to—” Eddie starts, then clamps his mouth shut.

In that moment he realizes that he’s just shown up at Richie’s house at one in the morning on a school night without warning, wearing fleece reindeer pajamas, sneakers without socks and a sweater, and he has literally no idea what he wants to say other than I just needed to tell you you were hot. Right now, apparently.

“Are you breaking up with me?” Richie demands, in what might sound like a normal tone of voice to an outsider, but Eddie instinctively recognizes it as being seconds away from abject panic.

Eddie looks up into his eyes and god damn, how has he never managed to see how insecure Richie really is? Of all the millions of things Eddie could be here for… He could’ve had a fight with his mom. Winston from the Sweet Valley High books that Eddie definitely doesn’t read could’ve been killed off. Eddie could just be horny. He could have a homework question—well, probably not that one because going to Richie for homework help would be worse than just not turning in the assignment and taking a zero—but a breakup? Like, that’s what he jumps to? A breakup? Really?

“God, no,” Eddie says, and then the next words come out of his mouth with absolutely no leave to do so from his brain. “Why the fuck would I do that? I love you.”

Richie sits down hard on his bed and just...stares. And Eddie a little bit wants to freak out because I love you sounds like a really big deal but like...is it? Is saying it that big of a deal? Feeling it is, maybe, but if Eddie’s being honest with himself, he’s been feeling it for like forever. He might not have always been willing to admit that, but if you take a dump in a toilet and call it a flower, it’s still shit. Saying it doesn’t change that.

“Actually I just wanted to tell you you’re hot,” he continues, fidgeting with the zipper on his sweater and still standing awkwardly by the window. That part comes out easier, probably because he just dropped a live one with I love you and nothing else he has to say could possibly be as enormous as that. “Cause on the bus, like I didn’t. But you totally are. Hot. You’re...hot. Like super hot, like…” Eddie gestures vaguely up and down with one hand, “all of you. Your hair and your back and shit—I mean, your...yeah. So I just wanted to tell you. Bye.”

And because every single word after you’re hot has increased his discomfort exponentially, Eddie feels like this is as good a time as any to make his exit. Actually, about fifteen seconds ago might’ve been better, but it’s certainly only going to get worse if he just stands there doing nothing, so he turns toward the window and prepares to bail. This apparently snaps Richie out of it because he gets up, still staring.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Richie asks.

“‘Why the fuck am I here, where the fuck am I going,’” Eddie repeats, one leg already out the window. It is so fucking cold outside and like, this whole thing was such a bad idea, Eddie wishes he could go back in time fifteen minutes just to smack himself in the face and tell himself to stay in bed. “Where the fuck do you think I’m going? I’m going home. It’s a school night.”

“Uh, no way,” Richie says, striding toward him. He wraps a hand around Eddie’s wrist. “You don’t get to say something like that and then just like fuck off. Nah, come back in here and let me blow you.”

Let him what now?! It takes a second for Eddie to make the connection—like why Richie is bringing that up—but then his mind presses rewind on the part from the bus when Richie said Eddie was hot and...right. The conversation was originally about blowjobs. Why do they always seem to have these important discussions about feelings in conjunction with sex stuff? At this rate, Eddie’s never going to have a cute story about their relationship that’s fit for mixed company. Like he’s gonna tell the others at a sleepover, so then I said “I love you, Richie,” and he was like, “that’s sick dude, lemme suck your dick.”

He’s about to say no because ew, but...it’s Richie. And Richie is looking at him with his big brown eyes and Eddie knows that Richie would be a hundred percent cool with it if Eddie truly didn’t want to, and if Eddie says not gonna happen, Richie will probably never bring it up again. But he can also hear the excitement in Richie’s voice, and it seems...crazy, like it’s crazy that Richie really wants to blow him that much.

“I didn’t say that shit because I wanted a blowjob,” Eddie tells him.

“I know,” Richie says.

“I don’t think I can really stay,” Eddie says, although he also pulls his leg back in the room and allows Richie to shut the window again. “It’s a school night.”

“Fuck yeah, it’s a school night,” says Richie, in what he clearly thinks is a California Surfer Dude voice, but it’s new to his repertoire and still sounds more like he’s having a mild stroke than anything else. He grins and gets straight to work pushing Eddie’s sweater off his shoulders. “Think about how tired we’re gonna be in first period tomorrow. I’m gonna get hard just looking at those bags under your eyes.”

“What the fuck?” Eddie whispers back to him. He shrugs his cardigan back on. “You say the weirdest shit Richie, I swear to God. Is think about how tired we’re gonna be in first period tomorrow supposed to be like, dirty talk? Because uh, that’s not sexy. I—”

“But you love me,” Richie interrupts, “so everything I do is sexy.” He yanks his own shirt over his head and smiles down at Eddie.

“Yeah, that’s not how it works,” Eddie says, placing both hands on Richie’s bony chest and trying not to focus too much on how good his skin feels because he is not going to get distracted by the lure of impending nakedness.

“Yeah it is,” says Richie immediately, sliding a hand up under Eddie’s pajama top. “We’re in love, so everything is like automatically a million times more sexy.”

“Oh really? What so...so, my...like when I had to shove Tylenol down your throat when you had a 102 fever last month? You find that sexy?”

“Hell yes,” Richie replies immediately, “you can play doctor with me anytime, baby.”

“Don’t you dare start calling me ‘baby,’” Eddie warns him.

“Try and stop me,” Richie laughs, and he pulls Eddie in closer with his hand on the small of his back. Fuuuck, no way is Richie going to let that go. Eddie hates the nicknames, but he knows it’s a losing battle because Eddie Spaghetti eventually got replaced with Eds and he can already imagine baby gaining ground on Eds. In fact, Eddie would bet his whole allowance that baby is going to eventually turn into babe. He can see babe sticking long-term. He’s just gonna have to get used to the idea.

“Oh, fuck me,” Eddie sighs, resting his forehead on Richie’s shoulder.

“Dude, I’m trying,” Richie says, grinning his shit-eatingest.

Eddie starts to giggle and has to put the brakes on it because he’s not getting sucked in. He’s not. He came here with a mission and he accomplished it. Just because it’s kind of making him die a little inside to leave right now doesn’t mean he can’t suck it up and do it anyway.

“I have to go,” Eddie says again. He stands on his toes and kisses Richie a little harder than usual, and hopes that Richie understands he’d much rather stay here. Someday, Eddie wants to tell him...someday they’ll finish high school. It feels like a million years from now, but then he knows he’s going to blink and he’ll be holding a graduation cap and a college acceptance letter. And Richie will be there too, holding...well, Eddie’s hand, at the very least. He really would get good grades if he applied himself, like all his teachers say, but Eddie doesn’t love him any less for his 2.7 GPA.

“Tomorrow,” Richie says. Eddie’s not sure if it’s a promise or a question. But either way, the answer is yes. If Richie wants to do what they usually do or… whatever else. Eddie’s down for it. One great thing about Richie—one of many, Eddie thinks—is how he doesn’t really try to force Eddie to stay. It’s kind of like when he goes to high five Stan and Stan gives him that please die now look, and Richie just immediately cuts his losses and moves on. He’s like that a lot. Eddie sometimes wishes he could just let shit go the way Richie does.

“Yeah, tomorrow,” Eddie tells him. “Definitely.” He can’t quite bring himself to say how much he’s looking forward to it—so much, so so much—but he thinks Richie can tell anyway. They lock eyes and there it goes, that melty feeling, like the first sip of hot chocolate after playing out in the snow. That’s what should’ve tipped Eddie off that he’s—that they’re—in love. It’s love or fever delirium. Either way, he’s such a goner.

Eddie steps away from Richie and turns toward the window. Once they finish school they’ll leave Derry and only be forced to come back for like, Christmas or whatever. They’ll get a dorm or maybe an apartment together—some cheap place in a horrible neighborhood, probably—and Eddie will eventually have to break it to his mom that Richie’s a lot more to him than a roommate, but it’ll all be so worth it because—

Eddie steps on the uneaten crust of a forgotten PB&J on his way to the window. This is it, the future he has chosen for himself. No one goes from being the kind of person who tosses sandwiches on the floor to a liveable human being in the span of a few years. Someday, it’ll be their room and Eddie will be getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and stepping in peanut butter, and he’ll have no one to blame but himself. He picked this idiot—this somehow super hot idiot—he went and fell in love with all that hair and those dark eyes. He fell in love with Richie’s knobby knuckles and his bitten cuticles too. And his strange, infuriating, perplexing mind. Richie never lets anything be boring. Eddie can look forward to an entire lifetime of being, at the very least, kept on his toes. If not literally, to avoid stepping in discarded food.

“You know,” Eddie says, swinging his leg out of the window and back into the icy wind, “I hope you plan on getting a good job, because I’m going to be stuck cleaning up after you as a career.”

Eddie only realizes when he’s halfway home that he just essentially admitted out loud to Richie that he wants to spend the rest of his life with him, which in hindsight makes Richie sound like a really smooth motherfucker for saying, “Nah, I was already planning on hiring us a housekeeper,” without missing a beat.

Eddie slams on his brakes and there, in the middle of the street in the freezing pitch-black night, he comes to his third Big Realization of today. This, Richie and him, it’s the real deal. The things he’s been thinking about—an apartment, a shared bed, a shared life—are not daydreams. They’re plans. Shared plans.

Eddie’s so rarely sure of anything—like how he used to think there was no such thing as supernatural, shape-shifting killer clowns—but he's always sure of Richie. He’s sure of how he feels about Richie, and of how Richie feels about him. Even the fact that he’s out alone so late and not panicking can be attributed to Richie. Eddie used to be afraid of being by himself and the dark, but Richie gives him courage just by existing within a ten-minute biking radius.

Someday isn’t soon enough, but living with Richie is going to have to wait. He can’t believe he’s excited about the idea of Spaghetti-O’s every night and yelling at Richie for leaving the heater on and brushing crumbs off his sheets before bed but, God help him, those things can’t come soon enough. Just a couple more years, Eddie tells himself.

Tomorrow isn’t soon enough, either. His teeth are chattering, mostly because he’s actively freezing to death but also from the almost tangible ache in his chest that started when he walked around to collect his bike from the side of Richie’s house and left Richie watching him from the window. It’s what Eddie usually does when Richie leaves his house and God, Eddie’s not sure how Richie manages to do it twice a week. It almost made Eddie want to cry. He still feels like he might cry. If he goes home and gets into his bed alone right now, he will undoubtedly cry.

It’s a fucking school night, but Eddie is rapidly losing his ability to care. He sits there on his bike in the middle of the road for a second before…

“Fuck it.” He shakes his head, smiles out into the darkness, and swings his handlebars back in the direction of Richie’s house.

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[dazingsky]

video messages (Reddie)

Helloooo! This is relatively short, (Im sorry!!) I’m on holiday though!! It’s a beach holiday so i’m not really doing anything, so i’m writing basically constantly!! So leave me requests for like any ships from IT!! I’m doing Hc’s, Fics, and one shots, so request anything here

Summary: Request: (Sorry if you aren't doing these!) but imagine Richie being a Super Softie (tm) around Eddie. BUT Eddie secretly takes videos of Soft Richie and sends them to the losers because they don't believe it when Eddie says Richie isn't always a Trashmouth (tm)

Wordcount: 1,549

“You look so cute today Eds.” Richie smiled, ruffling his boyfriends hair. Eddie rolled his eyes, a blush forming on his cheeks, as it often did when Richie was like this.

Richie acted like a comedian around all of his friends. He was cocky, and inappropriate, and could only be serious if you begged him. He was loud, and his friends all called him Trashmouth, because of his loud personality.

But around his boyfriend he was completely different. He was much ore quiet, and he didn’t crack any outrageous jokes. He was much nicer around Eddie. It was probably because Eddie didn’t take Richie’s shit. When Richie was with the losers, he would happily ride his bike around, and spend hours running around, and messing about. But with Eddie, Richie just wanted to sit on his couch, and hold Eddie in his arms, and play with his hair.

Eddie instinctively rose his hand, going to fix his hair. Richie grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together, absentmindedly. His attention was focused back on the cartoons that were playing on Richie’s TV in Richie’s living room. They were watching old Mickey Mouse cartoons, because Richie didn’t want to get up and put a movie on. Eddie bit his lip, watching as Richie squeezed his hand, gently.

“Don’t call me Eds.” Eddie stated, shaking his head. Richie rolled his eyes, and scoffed in Eddie’s ear. His breath tickled Eddie’s neck, which made Eddie blush. Again.

“Would you rather I called you Eddie Spaghetti?” Richie asked, smirking, though Eddie couldn’t see him. Eddie was lying in between Richie’s legs, his head resting on Richie’s chest. Richie was sat with his back against the couch. Richie had his head bent slightly, so he could annoy Eddie, by whispering to him, about nicknames.

“No..” Eddie mumbled, shaking his head. Richie’s lips made their way to Eddie’s cheek, where he left a soft kiss. Eddie sighed loudly, turning to look at Richie properly. “Why are you like this?”

“Like what?” Richie asked, a laugh tumbling out of his mouth, and blocking the sound of the cartoons.

“Like all cute and shit!” Eddie practically shrieked. Richie’s laugh grew louder, as he titled his head back. Eddie shook his head, rolling his eyes, quickly. “It’s annoying. Very annoying.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, let me be a bad boyfriend.” Richie teased. Eddie glared at him. Richie burst into laughter again, shaking his head. “That’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said, Eddie Spaghetti.”

“Shut up!” Eddie snapped, pointing a finger at Richie. “It’s annoying me!” Richie rose an eyebrow, and Eddie huffed.”None of the others believe me when I say that you’re cute. They all tell me I’m being ridiculous. That Richie Trashmouth Tozier can’t be sweet!” Richie laughed, in a teasing tone.

“They’ll never see me being sweet! That’s reserved for my Eddie Bear.” Richie continued, wrapping his around Eddie, and hugging him tightly. Eddie was blushing again, and also attempting to swat Richie’s hands away. Eddie gave up, after Richie kissed his head, making Eddie’s head spin. Everything Richie did had a dramatic effect on Eddie. He had only found out last summer that he liked Richie.

They had been at Bill’s, for the fourth of July. They had been listening to whatever playlist Ben had put on. It was mostly hits from the 80’s, with occasional 90’s, and early 2000’s pop ballads. A slow song had come on, and everyone had teased Ben over it. Eddie couldn’t even remember what song it was, he just remembered Richie pulling him up, when Mike pulled Stan and Bill up, to dance. They were doing a slow sway, pretending to hula dance, in Ben’s back garden. Richie had pulled Eddie close, and swayed with him.

“Why are we slow dancing, this isn’t even a sow dancing song.” Eddie had asked quietly. Richie had shrugged, smiling slightly. He interlocked his fingers with Eddie’s, His hand was already resting on Eddie’s hip. Eddie had his hand placed on Richie’s shoulder, and was grateful that Richie had a strong grip on Eddie’s other hand, because otherwise Eddie would have fallen over. He was suddenly horrifically self-conscious. He had no idea why.

“I wanna slow dance, and you’re dainty enough to dance with, Eds.” Richie still had the small smile, gracing his lips. Eddie felt his heart almost burst. Fuck, he looks so cute, Eddie thought. And then he panicked. He couldn’t have a crush on Richie. Richie would hate him. And he couldn’t throw away his friendship with Richie over a thought, though. So he kept his mouth shut.

Although that one thought turned into hundreds. And two months later Richie was the only thing on his mind. He was constantly thinking about him. About what he was doing, About what he was thinking about. Everything. It all overwhelmed him, so much so that one day he didn’t show up to a meet up, with the rest of the group. Richie was worried, went over to Eddie’s house, and climbed through his window.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie had whispered harshly, as he shut his bedroom door. “If my mom see’s you, she’’ flip her shit!” He was panicked. His mother would actually kill him. She hated Richie with a burning passion.

“You missed the meet up! We were all waiting for you!” Richie shrugged. His voice was soft, and his eyes were filled with concern, behind his large glasses. “I got worried.”

“Worried?” Eddie repeated, his eyes going slightly wide. Richie nodded slowly,  Eddie felt his heart race, as it set in that Richie had been worried about him. Eddie bit his lip, looking down slightly. “You shouldn’t worry.” He muttered after a second.

“Why didn’t you come today, then?” It was a simple question, but Eddie couldn’t answer it. His mind raced with excuses, but none came out. “Are you sick?”

“Lovesick.” Eddie muttered, running a hand through his hair. He realised it slipped out, and looked up quickly. Richie stared at him for a second.

“Do you like Bev?” He asked quickly. His eyebrows were raised in alarm, and his voice was shrill. He sounded panicked. Eddie looked at him, confusion written all over his face. “You totally like Bev! Fuck!”

“I don’t like Bev! Jesus, keep your fucking voice down!” Eddie snapped. Richie bit his lip, still staring at Eddie. “Why are you so shrieky today?!”

“Because when the boy I like says he’s lovesick, it worries me!” Richie snapped back. His face quickly turned to shock, as he realised what he said, but he didn’t have time to overthink it, because Eddie was kissing him, and Eddie’s body seemed to go into shock.

It always happened. Every damn time. He site quietly, standing up from the couch, and stretching. “You gotta stop with the nicknames.”

“But they’re great!” Richie protested, shrugging as he lay down on the couch, stretching slightly, after watching Eddie do it. He bit his lip, staring at Eddie, who rolled his eyes again.

Eddie grabbed his phone from his bag, which was sat on the floor. Richie was watching him, smiling slightly. “Staring is creepy, Richie.” Eddie stated, looking back at Richie. He looked back at his phone, reading the texts from the losers.

Stan the man:

I can’t believe you bailed on us, Eddie

Stuttering Bill:

And to hang out with Richie, ew

Eddie Spaghetti:

He’s being insanely cute today, sorryyyy

Stan the man:

Impossible, he’s Richie.

The text made Eddie roll his eyes. A lightbulb went off in his head, though, as he turned back to Richie, completely. Richie was still watching Eddie. Richie flashed Eddie a grin, and Eddie smiled.

Eddie walked back over to his boyfriend, and sat down on his lap. Richie rose an eyebrow, putting his hands on his boyfriends hips. Richie’s hands slipped under Eddie’s t-shirt, his fingers drawing small patterns on Eddie’s hips. Eddie couldn’t help but smile.

Eddie was already on the camera app, pressing record, Richie didn’t notice. He was still staring at Eddie, smiling. Eddie pretended to be preoccupied, fake typing on his phone. Richie’s grin turned into a pout, which Eddie pretended not to notice.

“What are you doing, Eds?” Richie questioned, quietly.

“Texting Stan.” Eddie muttered quietly, pretending to type again.

“You should pay attention to me instead, baby boy!” Richie’s voice was soft, the smile making a short reappearance. Richie grabbed one of Eddie’s hands, lacing their fingers together, which he loved to do. Richie pulled Eddie’s hand towards him, and kissed it. Richie grinned again, he kissed Eddie’s hand again, and again. He smiled at Eddie each time.

Eddie stopped recording, and sent it to his groupchat, quickly. He leaned down, and played a soft kiss on his boyfriends lips. Richie kissed back, smiling into the kiss. Richie’s hands held Eddie’s face in place, as he moved his mouth against the other boys.

Eddie’s phone buzzed in his hand, but he ignored it, as he deepened his kiss with Richie. If he had of checked he would have seen the texts his friends were sending

Stan the man:

That was disgusting, never send me gay shit like that again.

Stuttering Bill:

Stan, babe, we’re guys dating..

Stan the man:

Bill, shut up.

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[stan-uris-girl]

Caught - Richie x reader

Request by @tom-holla :hey!!!!! Can I request a richie one where reader has a big crush on him and he teases her about (she doesn’t know that he knows) and it’s all fluff?? Thank you so much!!:)

I write for all the boys and girl in the losers club but Stan is my main man and that's why he is in my username. But do feel free to request about the others!

Also, they are both 16 in this one since I wanted to try out writing about an older Richie. I hope that's okay.

Let's get going!

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To say that you were oblivious was an under statement, you were practically blind in situations like this one. Not physically blind but socially.

You see, you had this very unfortunate crush on the one and only Richie Tozier. The local trashmouth that never failed to make you smile or laugh with one of his stupid jokes or crude remarks. He made your heart beat 100 miles an hour whenever he made physical contact with you, let that be a simple brush of hands or a hug. Now you might ask 'why is this so unfortunate?' and the answer to that question is, he is your best friend.

You knew how cliché it was, falling for your best friend but what can you do. You couldn't help it, you were just infatuated by the boy with the big glasses.

Everyone knew that this boy was all mouth and he could ramble on about anything and everything not to mention the teasing and dick jokes. But they also knew him as the boy with the glasses and a big crush on Y/N L/N. yet somehow she hadn't found out. Richie wasn't oblivious like she was, sure he wasn't the best at knowing when to stop joking but he knew when someone liked him or spending time with him. He saw it almost right away, all of the signs.

Okay, actually he didn't notice on his own. Beverly had told the idiot that the Y/H/C girl had a "big ol' case of love struck" and started to point out all of the little things she did. The way she shed little longing glances at him when he wasn't looking, the way the pairs hugs and high fives lingered just a bit longer than when they did the same actions with their other friends and the way she always was by his side whenever everything at home got too much and he just wished he could disappear into the earth and she would be right there to pick him back up and dust him off.

Subconsciously he did the same. Richie would look over at her whenever he was sure she wasn't stealing glances at him, he would stare at her to the point that his friends had started joking that he would have flies in his mouth if it was more agape.

Long story short, they were both head over heels for the other.

If you thought the teasing was bad before then prepare to be proved wrong by a landslide. Now the real mocking began. The boy with the big horn brimmed glasses shot sly comments your way as often as he had an opportunity to do so or in the middle of a conversation with the others in the losers club just quietly enough for only you to hear. It even went to the extent of him passing notes in class which was a hell of an experience when you two actually got caught and he had to read it out loud.

The two of you were stuck in year 11 history with the teacher going on about what had happened that previous weekend. So mister Gray wasn't paying attention too the two teens sat in the middle section of the classroom on the left side where the windows were placed, or so you thought.

Richie silently removed the corner of his notebook and started to scribble down a couple of words on the piece of paper. For a brief moment he looked over at you trying to thing of something to write down. His eyes graced your features, adoring them, but then he snapped back into reality and continued to write his little message. Just as he had folded the note messily and was in the action of passing it your way someone spoke up.

"So, Richie." His eyes snapped towards your teacher "If this is so important that it can't wait until we're finished then would you please read the note out loud so that the rest of us can be grazed by your surly very important conversation with Y/N" Mr.Gray shifted so that his weight was on the other foot while his glare burned right into Richie.

"Sure can do!" Richie said and pushed his glasses "this is meant for Y/N if you couldn't tell." Now you along with the others in the class was looking directly at him but his eyes were on you as he started to read the note "I was feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on. It's like I have a light switch on my forehead cause it happens every time you look at me"

Now the whole classroom was laughing at him, every kid but you. Your eyes were glued onto your desk as a blush crept onto your cheeks and a small, shy smile played on your lips. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, what if he saw you and just found it weird that you blushed since it was only one of his jokes. His eyes, on the other hand, were on you until he heard the teacher say something about detention after school. He was sure as hell not going to show up even if it meant more trouble later on.

Yet you still didn't realize that the boy mirrored your feelings with his own, you just thought that he was being his usual flirty self but you didn't notice how he stopped hitting on other girls.

Today all of the losers were going to hangout together at the quarry. No swimming of course since it was far too cold. With all the leaves turning yellow and shades of orange and falling into the water along with the ground and Eddie frantically rambling about how 'all the leaves carried at least 26 different types of bacteria' and how 'you would get sick out of your mind if you went swimming when it's this cold'.

You, Mike and Stan were the ones with cars so today you three acted as chauffeurs. Bev, Eddie and Bill were all riding with Stan since they had hung out earlier that day, Ben was going with Mike because apparently Mike wanted to show him something in his truck. If you didn't know any better you would think that they had all rigged it so that you and Richie were left alone.

But you happily complied and drove to Richie's house. Guns N' roses was blasting on your stereo and your sweater covered hands tapped the steering wheel slightly along with the music. Soon enough you found yourself outside of the curly headed boy's home. You honked loudly and a couple of seconds later he emerged and jogged slightly across his driveway. He was wearing a black hoodie along with black jeans, simple but it made you blush a little.

He still occasionally wore Hawaiian shirts with a white t-shirt underneath just like he did when you were 14 but now they were more toned down if the idea of wearing one struck him. Now he wore more blacks, maroons and grays and you weren't complaining. Not that you would be under any other other circumstances because he's Richie damn Tozier, he'd look good in anything.

He flung open the car door and plopped down into the seat next to yours and shut it again. You started driving off towards the quarry while he was still buckling his seat belt. The two of you were going to arrive early but it doesn't really matter. Suddenly he turned off the music and turned towards you who was still focused on the road.

"Hey, Y/N" he spoke with a slight smile on his lips.

"Yeah?" you answered as you turned the wheel slightly and bit your bottom lip as you concentrated.

"You know what this shirt is made of?" now he looked even more mischievous if that was even possible.

"I swear to god Richie. If you say boyfriend material I will personally kick you -"you were cut short.

"It's boyfriend material" Richie said while a smirk played on his lips and you let out a small chuckle and now you bit down your smile once again but this time to keep you from spilling all your feelings.

Your once slightly irritated face had turned red and you looked down for a moment just to fight back the urge to explain everything from start to finish, how you fell in love with him every day. Every DAMN DAY. How you tried to keep yourself from blushing and smiling at his cheesy pickup lines and the teasing. You couldn't contain yourself any more.

The light shifted slightly as you started to drive through the woods, it now reflected in patches due to the few leaves that still clung hopefully to the trees. Richie's eyes traveled between the beautiful scenery out the window and you. He silently reached for your free hand and intertwined his long and lanky fingers with yours, they fit together perfectly.

You stopped the car and twisted the keys in the ignition to turn it off, slightly shifted in your seat and got out of the car. The cold and harsh autumn air hit your face in a way that sent shivers down your spine. Another thud could be heard as Richie got out of the other side of the car and a little splash followed that as his beaten up boots touched the ground.

"Hey, Richie" his eyes snapped to meet your gaze "I kinda need to talk to you" you said while scratching the back of your neck and walked over to sit on the hood of your car but on the passenger side. You sighed shakily and looked over the beautiful quarry. All the tree shad turned yellow and orange and they reflected down onto the water beneath.

"Yeah, what's up?" Richie asked while moving to stand in front of you. He basically only got this serious when you two were alone but even if it was only you and him it was a rarity. He felt it in the air this time though, this wasn't time for jokes.

"So I kinda like you" you stated while turning a light shade of red and fought a smile "I've liked you for a while now and- actually no, I've been in love with you for a while now and I'm tried of trying to act like the teasing doesn't affect me." the explanation felt so natural, but you couldn't imagine looking into his eyes now that he probably was thinking of a way to reject you.

"I love you too, you couldn't be more obvious though" at that you both laughed and you looked upwards towards him just to lock eyes with him.

"Is that so mr.Tozier?" you asked with a sly grin on your face while Richie now good in between your legs and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Yeah, your worse at hiding things than Bill is at uttering an entire sentence without stuttering for fucks sake" now he was so close to your face that you could feel his warm breath on your face while he leaned down to look at you directly instead of the biting air that the fall provided.

Suddenly his lips were attached to yours. It took a second to react to the motion but soon enough you responded to his actions. Now your hands found his messy hair and you ran your fingers through it. Richie's hand found your waist to pull you impossible closer. Apparently he felt the need to deepen the kiss so he brought one of his large hands to the back of your neck, now this had turned into a full on make out session. Not that you were complaining, it was just a bit unexpected. If someone had told you earlier in the morning that you would be sitting on your car making out with Richie Tozier later today you would have laughed straight into their face, 'cause you were sure you didn't have the balls to be upfront with your best friend.

"WOAH, well hello to you guys too!" Stan exclaimed with eyes going wide and swiftly looked away, you and Richie broke apart. He and the others had obviously turned up without either of you noticing.

You had been caught. Whoops?

~

Hope you lot enjoyed!

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[justadadonthenet]

Loser’s Club as camp half blood kids hc

(These are terribly organized I’m so sorry, all under the cut)

Stan: deffo an Athena kid, look at that little logic man and tell me he’s not Athena. He would be extremely talented on the battle field but would rarely want to fight (besides, why do that when he could command his battalion in capture the flag) and he somehow befriended an owl in his third year at camp and it’ll do whatever he wants (including keeping richie in check)

Ben: also in the Athena cabin, but one of the softer of them. Always wins when they’re tasked with a building competition cause he actually reads up on what types of structures work best,,he would develop and design all of the Athena cabin weaponry and would specially design stuff for stanley. Their cabin is the coolest one because Ben is always reconstructing as needed, and it’s never too full because he has somehow developed a building that expands as needed, but only on the inside. This kid is fucking gifted.

Mike: Jesus imagine my boy mike as a Persephone kid that’s the cutest shit I’ve ever seen,,,persephone kids are almost as rare (if not more) than big three kids, so he lives in the Demeter cabin. the whole camp would adore him and the wood nymphs would love talking to this ~one~ boy because he has major respect for all parts of nature,, he would grow lil flowers to give to everyone and would make flower crowns for bev,,and although he is a little flower child he takes capture the flag VERY seriously if he’s up against his Losers. (The wood nymphs love doing favors for him such as tripping richie and taking bev’s sword right out of her hand)

Richie: holy fuck he would definitely end up head of the Hermes cabin (somehow) and he would be worse than the Stoll brothers combined,,,don’t ask how he managed to acquire a dildo tree or get a Trojan horse to camp without anyone noticing, he’s also ~conveniently~ part messenger god, which makes sending pranks to people even easier (also imagine the first time he tries to use the winged converse y i k e s there was definitely a face plant in there)

Bill: listen,,,,he would definitely be a Zeus kid if he wasn’t such an angery piece of shit,,, so you better believe he is one of the softest Hades kids to ever enter that camp,,,when he got bored he’d summon cool rocks and shit. As soon as he hears of Nico being able to summon the dead he pesters him into teaching him, learning extremely quickly how to summon spirits. Every once in a while the losers cant find bill, cause he’s sitting in a hidden cave he managed to create, talking to Georgie

Bev: listen my fiery girl would obviously be an Ares kid. She may be the nicest in the cabin, but you’re dead wrong if you think for a second she wouldn’t beat your ass if provoked. Her and Stan definitely have a friendly rivalry in capture the flag (or any battle-related activity, for that matter.) she loves her bf Ben but she can’t help but coaxing the latest Athena cabin weaponry plans out of him. Ben goes to mush as soon as Bev talks to him, and every thought he had of keeping the developments to the cabin goes out the door with one look into those eyes. Coincidentally, next week’s capture the flag battle is between Ares and Athena, and Ben is completely lost as to how the Ares cabin somehow had counter measures for all of their weaponry,, he’d been planning them for months, and had picked through all of the Ares cabin’s tactics previous to this, how did they know? Let’s just say stan was HEATED

Eddie: okay with an idiot of a boyfriend like richie (who constantly forgets where he sets up traps during capture the flag) eddie needs to be able to fix his boy. He may not seem like an Apollo boy other than the fact that he’s wicked good at being camp medic, but he’s getting pretty dialed in on his foresight (even though it only consistently reaches about an hour into the future.) still, this makes fixing up his idiots easier, as he knows exactly what to pack in his magic fanny pack (think Leo’s tool belt) before every capture the flag (even though he no longer needs it, after realizing that it wasn’t his drugs healing him but his own abilities). After LOTS of practice, Eds walks up to richie, touches his forehead, and richie fucking loses his shit because h o l y s h i t why is everything so blurry??? Before taking his glasses off and crying because everything is in focus

Also:

-bill and mike always help in developing the area for the capture the flag games and make sure it’s aesthetically pleasing, interesting, and different from the last time

-SHIT AND MIKE AND THE DEMETER CABIN MAKE CORN MAZE CAPTURE THE FLAG FOR FALL (complete with spooky scares from the grain nymphs)

-most of the hades kids come and go, so billiam is alone a lot in his cabin, making the hades cabin basically the loser’s cabin for sleepovers

-(bill also sleeps in the Athena cabin a lot cause of the immense space and his bf)

-Eds discovers his poetic abilities when sitting with Ben and trying to think of what to say to ask rich out

-Eds definitely also helps richie write songs

-richie is a large lanky boy but somehow kicks ass when they have track events (its one of the only places he doesn’t trip)

-his biggest threat? Billiam, aka lanky boy #2

-“it’s not fair, he can literally influence the track and make my lane turn into sand!” “S-step up your p-prank game, tozier”

-richie replaces bill’s shoes with some winged ones and Jesus Christ he’s never laughed as hard as he did when bill hit the side of the big house as soon as the race started

-eddie never really pursues his artistic abilities but one time rich has a bad night and sends Eds a message to meet him at the hades cabin (bill is with Stan) and he finds richie panicking over a nightmare so he starts singing to richie and holy shit richie was crying but not cause of his nightmare

-mike always brings flowers to the medics tent and brings some of each patients’ favorites to put at their bedside

-mr d cannot stand richies existence sometimes but all of that is forgotten when richie somehow gets him some ancient bottle of wine that d hasn’t seen in millennia

-whenever eddie sees richie’s laugh or smile the camp gets a lil brighter for a second

-sometimes mike goes and sits with bill while he’s talking to Georgie. He helped him with hiding bill’s little spot, can also (to an extent) contact the dead, and bill trusts him immensely. Bill loves the losers but most of the time he just wants to talk to Georgie alone. When he does invite the losers to come talk, they don’t go to bill’s spot

-I can’t help but imagining mike making all of the losers little flower crowns made of assorted flowers and all of them match the person

-richie has so many laurel wreaths from mike due to his immense list of track records

-they think bill was conceived while the gods were battling with their second self, because he was claimed by hades but has the ability to conjure metals and jewels like Pluto (which is super uncommon when you’re Greek)

-(of course he gets his bf’s cabin some of the best metals for weapons)

-richie somehow gets all of the Good Shit from the outside world into the camp. Nintendo switch? Stan buys it off of him the first day rich has it (along with all the Mario games that comes with it.) cigarettes? Him and Bev share those. Books from libraries across the world? Ben is still amazed as to how richie gets a hold of some of the Ancient Greek texts he sells him but he’s not complaining.

-Eds sometimes misses his boyfriends stupid glasses, so richie finds some hipster glasses and wears them sometimes

-sometimes Eds wishes he had better luck with curses bc sometimes his boyfriend needs to shut the fuck up

-richie and Bev live at camp year round, while bill and Ben often return home, eddie has to go home every break (no matter how short), and mike and stan only goes home on the really long ones

-mike also helps Eddie with finding certain medicinal herbs (richie of course finds the medical marijuana eddie is keeping hidden in his fanny pack)

-instead of “your mom” jokes richie now makes jokes relating to Percy (with only the occasional jokes about mrs k) because come on he’s now the camp mom

-“wait eddie this is so gross that we’re dating cause we’re related” “fuck off richie” “gives me more of a reason to date your mom”

-eddie always makes sure Bill gets enough sunlight,,,that kids depressed enough he needs some vitamin d

-Stan’s owl friend always watches the cabins during the night, and when he sees richie setting trip wires and such on the playing ground, alerts stan

-eddie teaches richie guitar, which he picks up on quickly. It’s one of the only things his Hermes dexterity applies to, and his lankiness gives him a little bit of an advantage

-reddie is the musical power couple that everyone loves during campfires, although Eddie objects every time until richie literally pulls him to the middle of the circle with Eddie on one knee and his guitar on the other

-they have WiFi thanks to richie

-richie sets up sensors on all the cabin doors on April first and the first door to be opened (bill’s) sets off speakers in all the cabins, blasting Africa by Toto at full bass and full volume

-let’s just say eddie didn’t talk to him for four days because WHY WOULD TOU DO TJAT RICHARD

-“wait bill can you have blue fire hair like hades in Hercules??” “Richie I s-swear to god”

-eddie purposely makes it sunny all the time cause he loves the way the sun shines in Rich’s hair and gives him lil freckles :,,,,)

-Ben appreciates the sun too because bev’s hair looks like fire and she gets so many freckles

-Percy stays at camp during breaks cause he knows how lonely it can get and it always helps for richie to have one more friend while most of his are gone

-he adopts richie cause he sees a little bit of himself in that little shithead (and he may use him to long-distance pester Jason with letters rigged to spew water at him as soon as he opens the envelope before pulling out a soggy piece of blue paper that says “hope you’re not missing us too much in California”)

-Annabeth ADORES Ben and Stanley, she basically adopts them as her kids cause Ben is an intelligent little softie and stan is equally intelligent (although in battle strategy rather than crafting)

-Ben loves it when annabeth visits cause he has someone to show his architectural plans to and help him revise them

-Ben gets SUPER good at architecture, so good in fact that he’s literally hired at age sixteen to help in construction in Olympus

-Hermes learned from his mistakes of neglecting his kids, and is sure as hell to visit and talk to richie and the others as often as he can, especially Richie because of his family history

-after the Athena cabin’s plan backfire, stan gets richie’s assistance in payback (he gets the Hephaestus cabin to create weapons that look exactly like the Ares cabins’, but turn into a mini metal figurine of richie doing finger guns as soon as the capture the flag buzzers go off)

-Bev has a rage in her eyes that hasn’t been seen since they defeated IT, and sweet sweet Ben has to hold her back and (try) to calm her down until bill can come in and make her pass out

-she wakes up kicking and screaming with her entire cabin giving up at blocking her from the door and parting like the Red Sea as soon as they see a red glow surrounding her

-this is the one time bill allows a third loser into his cave hiding place, as nobody knows where it is (he made richie pass out as well before taking him into the cave to protect him from the Wrath of Beverly)

-Bev finally calms down (eddie may have put that medical marijuana to use in some special tea he’s formulated)

-mike sometimes just goes and sits in the forest if he can’t sleep. He loves how it looks at night, and how many odd creatures are roaming around

-he meets Grover one night, and they instantly become great friends

-Grover figures out that one of the wood nymphs has a crush on mike, and plays match maker

-the losers notice mike going to the forest more frequently, and while walking back into camp, little patches of flowers grow in his footprints

-when they start dating, mike likes to make his girlfriend’s tree bloom, and changes the color and type of flower each time

-they’re adorable and everyone loves them

-he protects her tree with all costs, as its life is tied to hers

-mr d has definitely found richie in his underwear and a camp Jupiter shirt passed out on the steps of the big house at 6 in the morning, with Richie holding a bottle of fireball

-richie was put on pegasus shit duty for a week, and Eddie refused to rid him of his immense hangover

-somehow richie gets a cat into the camp, its the camp pet and rich always brings it into the med tent to cheer up injured and sickly kids

-the cat mainly lives there, but it goes to bill’s cabin a lot for peace and quiet

-listen,,, the cat would totally have some horrible name that richie makes up like mr noodles and mr d would be so confused as to who mr noodles could be

-Ben my sweet boy and Stanley sometimes sit with mike in the forest during the day. Mike and stan watch the birds, and Ben reads more of the books rich has smuggled in

-richie tozier makes it his goal to get as many aphrodite kids after him as possible (eddie acts like he hates it but knows his idiot would never leave him)

-literally half the Aphrodite cabin is in love with him, and the other half isn’t interested in guys

-richie gets mike to give him assortments of flowers, and brings them to Eddie in the medics tent every morning

-it’s basically like an alarm cause every day, without fail, the sun will shine a little too brightly at 8 am

If you took the time to read all this you’re a Saint and I appreciate you

#losers club #it 2017 #percy jackson #demigods #bill denbrough #richie tozier #greek mythology #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #stanley uris #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #bev marsh #beverly marsh #georgie too #a little #mine #pjo #it headcanons #it hc #headcanons

[stupid-richie]

First Kiss

(Based off of this post by @wyattghouleff) // They’re about my age (15/16) in this // Warning for kissing IG

Summary: Richie and Eddie’s first date

WC: A short 969

Read on AO3

Eddie shouldn’t be surprised.

As long as they’ve known each other, Richie’s been chaotic. His curls are always unruly. Holes pattern his mud-stained sneakers beneath ripped up old jeans. His elbows and hands and knees are often graced with band-aids for the scrapes he gets falling off his bike or tripping when he’s running. Every other word out of his mouth would make a sailor blush. Richie’s loud and messy and the definition of chaos-

And he loves Pop Rocks.

They’re loud, obnoxious, and yet somehow pretty cool, just like Richie. He lives for the noise and the way they feel exploding on his tongue. To date, there hasn’t been a flavor he dislikes, although the red ones and the green ones are his favorite- he claims they pop louder and longer. So he likes to eat them as often as he possibly can, with as many in his mouth at once as possible, and everyone knows it.

Really, Eddie has no right to be surprised that on their first date, Richie shows up with Pop Rocks in his mouth, the sound clearly audible, even through his closed lips.

“Do you have to do that?” Eddie asks, wrinkling his nose.

Richie shrugs and grabs Eddie’s hand, pulling him into the diner they picked for tonight. Neither one of them have the money for a good and proper meal, so they’re just going to share a milkshake. Well, Eddie’s going to drink the milkshake while Richie tells bad jokes and steals the occasional sip.

They go inside, sliding into a cozy booth in the corner of the restaurant. Beneath the table, Richie’s leg bounces anxiously. It makes his entire body appear to vibrate, almost. They’re both kind of awkward at first. Of course they’ve hung out on their own before, but it’s never been in a light anything other than platonic. Just when things seem like they might get too unbearable, Eddie starts talking.

“I swear to god if you’re going to eat those the entire time we’re here I will rip off your arm and feed it to you.”

Richie laughs, maybe a little too loudly, but it’s genuine and eases the tension at the table. Like a switch has been flipped, they laugh and joke around like they always do, except this time it’s over the chocolate milkshake Eddie orders and outside, the sun has long since set. Throughout the evening, Richie manages to keep the Pop Rocks to a minimum and the jittering of his leg under the table isn’t as frantic as it initially was.

Long after the milkshake is finished, they stay there, telling jokes and giggling until they’re kicked out when the diner closes at midnight. They should part ways, but instead Richie walks Eddie back home, refusing to let him go by himself in the dark this late at night. On the way, they’re quiet and contemplative. The only sound are their footfalls, and eventually, the soft sound of Richie’s Pop Rocks. Eddie can’t find it in himself to complain about it.

Eventually, they to Eddie’s, where they stand quietly on the front porch. Mrs. Kaspbrak is already asleep, so she won’t open the door to chase Richie away and tell Eddie to go shower and get some rest. Richie wants to kiss Eddie, but he’s not sure it’ll go over well and he still has candy in his mouth and he’s just too afraid to make Eddie uncomfortable. Eddie, on the other hand, has no such qualms.

He grabs the front of Richie’s shirt and pulls him down so that they’re at eye level. If this were one of those Rom-Coms, he’d probably say something like, “Kiss me Tozier,” or call Richie beautiful, but this is real life. Eddie presses his lips against Richie’s for an unpracticed, clumsy kiss.

When he pulls away, he lets go of Richie’s shirt too. He waits for Richie to say something, do something, give any indication that he didn’t just turn to stone. Eddie doesn’t think before saying, “‘S’matter, trashmouth? Never been kissed before?”

“I was just thinking that your mom’s better.”

Eddie smacks his arm.

“Way to ruin the mood.”

They laugh, but it fades far too quickly into the same silence they had on the way to Eddie’s. Richie scuffs his feet on the floor, trying to decide what to say next. He can’t think of anything, but he’s definitely not ready to go home yet. His hand reaches into his pocket, fishing out the half-empty bag of Pop Rocks he was working on on the way back and dumping the remainder into his mouth. Eddie, by some miracle, doesn’t notice because he’s busy looking through the window into his living room, double checking that his mom isn’t awake to get upset at him for being out so late.

Richie kisses Eddie again, a little smoother than when Eddie initiated it.This time, it lasts longer, but Eddie still grabs Richie’s shirt in his fists and holds tightly. The more they get into it, the more heated the kiss gets, the more Richie feels bad for what he’s about to do. Eddie parts his lips first, so Richie follows suit and lets a couple of the Pop Rocks spill into Eddie’s mouth.

With a pop, they begin exploding and Eddie jumps back. He frantically spits them otu, eyes comically wide when he looks back at Richie. “That was absolutely disgusting and the worst and why do you like those and why would you do that Richie that was so fucking gross!”

As he works his way through what’s left in his mouth, Richie shakes with silent laughter. The entire time, Eddie glares at him. The moment he swallows it all, he laughs loudly.

“Oh my fucking god, Eds- your face- I’m-”

“Shut up, Richie.”

#reddie #richie tozier #Eddie kaspbrak #it movie 2017 #it movie #fic #mine

[derryhawkins]

Growing Fame (2/??)

summary: A modern AU where the losers are semi-famous for different things, and when they all run into each other at a certain event, all of their fans go bat-shit crazy – wanting the seven to spend more time together. What they didn’t expect even more than that, though, was a well-known and mean journalist to write bad reviews on them all. Their growing fame could soon shrink, they quickly realized. warnings: nothing, really; swearing pairings: benverly; the rest is undecided a/n: btw they’re all around the ages of 20-21 in this fic. Except for Georgie, he’s like 13. If there are any spelling mistakes, I’ll make sure to fix it up as soon as I can.

word count is 2.6k

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3

First Meetings and Greetings

“We’re gonna be late!”

“You’ll live, Eddie, chill out.”

“Why do we have to get Georgie anyway?”

Bill glanced to the passenger’s seat of the car where Stan was sitting and then behind him some as Eddie’s head appeared between the two seats. He quickly looked back to the road and said, “Mom told him we’re going to comic con and Georgie has always wanted to go, so she called me and basically forced me to come pick him up. He just wants to meet Princess Merida from Brave and a few Marvel characters.”

“Isn’t he, like, six?” Eddie asked.

“Thirteen,” the two up front replied in unison.

Eddie shrugged and looked down at his costume. Right after picking up Georgie, they were going straight to comic con. It wasn’t too far of a drive but he wasn’t looking forward to sitting down for a long while in a skin tight, red, and blue suit. He was Peter Parker, Spider-Man, one of his favorite Marvel characters. He then looked over at Stan who hadn’t dressed; he just wanted to hang out there with his friends and record a few things and talk to a few fictional characters. Eddie then looked at Bill. The guy was wearing a Flash suit.

“Is Georgie doing a costume?” Eddie asked.

“Peter Pan,” Bill said simply, though Eddie and Stan could hear the fond amusement.

Stan looked over at Bill and cracked a smile at seeing him smiling to himself. Eddie looked over as well and grinned; it was clear as day that Bill Denbrough loved his little brother immensely. “That’s cute - forever young,” Stan said.

“He claims they look exactly alike.”

“They kinda do, actually,” Eddie pointed out.

Bill rolled his eyes, “Tell Georgie that and he’ll love you forever.”

The short boy grinned. “Doesn’t sound too bad.”

The rest of the drive to the Denbrough’s house was filled with the radio playing music constantly and Stan filming a short portion of the drive, explaining what was happening for the vlog he would be putting up later. Time went by rather quickly as the three boys goofed off with each other. Stan even cracked a few jokes. Because of their actions, and their joyfulness, the three boys felt as if the drive went by in a blur. By the time Bill pulled up into his parent’s driveway, their cheeks were red and hurting from laughing and grinning so much. Bill honked the horn as he rolled down his window. He yelled out as the door opened.

“Hiya, Georgie!” He grinned and waved, half hanging out of the car. (Eddie and Stan both got pictures of it).

“Hey, Billy!” The kid yelled back as he ran to the car, clad in a Peter Pan costume, after hugging their mother who had shouted for the boys to drive safely. 

Once Bill’s kid brother was fasted down in the seat beside Eddie, and after waving to their mother, Bill backed out of the driveway and left for comic con. It didn’t take long for Eddie to go back to freaking out about possibly being late, or Stan to try to fix his slightly crooked clothes, or for Georgie to yell at Bill to play his favorite songs. Between talking about how they couldn’t be late, Eddie talked to Georgie about random, small things and laughed when the kid pouted about hating a song that played. It was a crazy ride there, Bill will admit that.

Mike and Ben entered the building with wide grins on their faces. They both were dressed as characters from Marvel; Mike had a costume of Miles Morales’ Spider-Man and Ben was fully dressed as Peter Quill, Star Lard. Together they walked around and socialized. Mike had taken off the mask and held it tightly in one of his hands as he walked. Ben twirled the fake gun in his hands and a walk man on his hip, the earbuds wrapped around his neck. Once in a while, a kid would run up with their parents and ask for a picture with them both. They also got stopped because people recognized them from the Internet.

It made them smile even more; it made them even more ecstatic of being there.

“You should play the walk man and dance around like he does in the movie,” Mike suggested to Ben as they past a booth, dodging running teenagers.

“Uh, no thanks,” Ben chuckled nervously.

“Dude, step out of your shell! Star Lord isn’t a shy hermit, B.” Mike pulled out his phone then to check his messages. He smiled at seeing a text from his mom, and he tried to swipe it to answer the message but because of the cloth around his fingers he was unable to. He glowered and shoved the phone to Ben for him to answer it for him.

Ben laughed and grabbed the phone, replied to the message, and then gave the device back. As Mike muttered a thanks, he said, “I’m not really Peter Quill, okay? Just plain old Ben.”

“Plain old Ben who’s had girls all over him!”

“Only because I lost weight and gained muscle instead.”

“Okay, that means you are Peter Quill. You know how played him? Chris Pratt! Pratt was fat once upon a time and now he’s hot as hell. You two are the same, man, just let out your inner Peter Quill.” Mike patted his old college roommate’s shoulder and gave a kind, reassuring smile. “Or Chris Pratt, whichever comes first. The ladies love ‘em both.”

The slightly shorter male rolled his eyes but a thankful smile formed. “I’ll try my best,” he sighed.

“Great!”

Thirty minutes later Mike was trying to get Ben to talk to a pretty red head dressed as Poison Ivy from DC’s comic universe. Ben was more than hesitant to go over to her and talk, especially because tall male with curly dark hair dressed up as Deadpool stood beside her. Mike kept on reassuring him that they weren’t dating; Ben didn’t buy it one bit. It was a back and forth bickering between the two friends as Mike occasionally shoved Ben in the girl’s direction, only for him to shout in protest and stand his ground.

“Ben! Look, that’s Richie Tozier from The Records, okay, he’s fucking single! He broke up with his girl a month ago. The red head is his best friend!”

“Okay, no, that can’t be the dude from The Records.”

“You don’t even listen to them, let alone know what they all look like.”

The light haired male simply stared. Mike let out a sigh and rubbed a hand over his face before looking back to Ben.

“Okay, look, here’s the plan-,”

“Dude.”

“-we both go over there but I do the talking. Mostly to Richie about music shit. You converse with the girl,” he explained, “Got it?”

Once again, Ben simply stared. Though, a few seconds of silence later, he sighed in defeat. He knew Mike wasn’t going to let the situation go, especially if the guy was in fact who Mike said he was. The Records were growing with fame everyday, especially since they got signed, and Mike was quick to join in on the hype some months ago. They were good, Ben has to admit, just not his type of music. Ben eventually gave Mike the ‘okay’ and regretted it instantly as Mike happily led the way.

Shit, she’s prettier up close, Ben thought to himself as he stopped in front of the two strangers. Mike instantly started talking to Richie after they introduced themselves, and Ben nervously greeted the girl he learned to be Beverly Marsh. Despite going as a DC villain, Beverly was sweet and easy going. She wasn’t too intimidating at all, Ben realized as they conversed about how fun comic con was, and he was a bit grateful he gave into Mike.

They all seemed to talk for a while. Occasional Mike and Richie would bump into Bev’s and Ben’s conversation and vice versa. It was smooth. Not many awkward pauses, something Ben was happy about. It wasn’t until Richie gave a short and loud shout after checking his buzzing phone when Ben and Beverly actually stopped talking. Richie’s hand went to Beverly’s elbow as he pressed his phone to his ear.

“Big Bill is here, Bev!” He shouted enthusiastically. A large grin on his face.

Ben and Mike stared in confusion at the sudden excitement. Meanwhile, Beverly grinned back. She knew of Bill; she butted in on Richie’s and Bill’s FaceTime call once a month or so back. He was a kind young man, Bev will give him that. 

“Really?” She asked.

“Fuck yeah- Bill?! Where the fuck are you, man?” Richie talked into the phone as he let go of Beverly’s elbow, finally. He moved to the side some, too.

“Who’s Bill?” Mike asked the redhead as Richie talked a million words per second to the Bill guy on the phone.

“Richie’s best friend,” Beverly said, “They’re super close and haven’t seen each other in, like, seven months.”

“I couldn’t imagine not seeing this guy for that long,” Mike said. He patted Ben’s shoulder and they grinned at one another.

“Same here, man,” Ben said. “Is it the same with you and Richie?”

“Dude’s like my brother, but yeah,” she laughed.

“Guys!” Richie wrapped his arms around Mike and Beverly, and used his closest hand to Ben to softly nudge him in the shouder. “You wanna meet Bill Denbrough?”

The three stared at each other for a moment before back at Richie. A chorus of agreements followed soon after even though Mike and Ben had no clue who Bill Denbrough was. But nonetheless they followed an excited Richie Tozier. Sure enough, they got stopped a couple of times because of Richie’s growing fame; actually, because of all their fame. Each of them got stopped at least once as they made the trek to wherever Richie’s best friend was. None of them minded it. They actually loved it.

The curly headed male moved around people as he walked as he searched for the familiar brown, red-ish hair of his best friend. Richie was pretty tall, so it was easy for him to look over people; it also helped that Bill was on the tall side as well. Soon enough, Richie noticed the familiar head of hair and didn’t hesitate to run to the boy. Beverly groaned and complained as Richie took off running and Mike just laughed; he didn’t hear anything from Ben, but he was sure the guy made an facial expression of sorts.

The instant Richie got close enough, he tackled Bill Denbrough in a hug from behind. One arm over one of Bill’s shoulders, the other arm over Bill’s arm; both arms held him in a tight hug. His head head went in the crook of Bill’s neck and he grinned. Bill knew instantly that it was Richie. No one else had hugged him so oddly from behind before. Plus, no one else was so touchy, either. Richie loved hugs - both getting and giving them.

“What’s up, Rich?” Bill asked with a large smile, laughing slightly as he patted Richie’s arms.

“Not seeing my best friend for seven months fucking sucks,” Richie said.

“Uh, Rich, my brother is-.”

Richie flung from Bill and looked around until he caught sight of a taller Georgie Denbrough. “Georgie!” He shouted. There was no denying the fact that Richie loved the two Denbrough brothers; everyone else standing around them could tell exactly that.

“Richie!” Georgie shouted back and rushed to hug the older boy.

After pulling away from the smaller Denbrough’s hug, Richie leaned on the short male beside Bill. His arm rested on the unknown guy’s shoulder. “So, let’s do some introductions, yeah?”

“Get the fuck off of me,” the short guy snapped out and shoved Richie’s elbow off of him.

“Eddie, stop saying the f-bomb around my brother,” Bill said.

“Your mom was saying the complete opposite last night, cutie.” He winked and smirked, making the other boy groan and roll his eyes.

“Beep beep, Richie,” once again, it came from Bill.

For the next twenty minutes, introductions were said and the group of eight talked among themselves. Everyone got along pretty well. The occasional “fuck off” was thrown at Richie from Eddie Kaspbrak or Stan Uris, but still the two boys found some humor in what the singer joked about. It wasn’t until, though, that Ben noticed the absence of a certain thirteen year old boy that everyone realized they weren’t a group of eight. It was a group of seven.

Bill instantly started freaking out. Where the fuck could he had disappeared to? He couldn’t be the reason his brother was kidnapped. His parents would  be devastated, including him. Richie calmed his best friend down enough to say they should all split up and search for Georgie. And that’s how a Jedi, the Flash, two Spider-Men, Deadpool, Star Lord, and Poison Ivy started yelling the kid’s name as they searched everywhere they could in the building.

Thankfully, though, it didn’t take long at all to find Georgie. He had ran off in excitement at seeing someone cosplaying as Princess Merida that he simply bolted without telling the others around him. The rest of the time they were there, they walked around as a group and hung out. It was amazing how easily they all got along, even with the occasional ‘beep beep, Richie’ from Bill or Beverly when the guy had almost gone too far with saying something.

It was also almost like a train wreck around them as well. Not a bad one, if that makes any sense; but a train wreck where they were all just goofing around and sometimes causing a scene within the crowds with how loud they got. (No thanks to Richie or Georgie or Eddie).

“Where do you guys live from here?” Bill asked.

“Rich and I are just thirty minutes away,” Beverly answered.

“Two hours,” Mike said for himself and Ben. “You guys?”

“Forty-five minutes, an hour at most,” Eddie said.

“Why?” Ben asked.

Bill shrugged and carefully watched as Georgie fumbled with a toy of sorts he had gotten earlier, trying to open the box it came in. He then looked back up to the others. “Just wondering. Maybe we could all hang out? You’re pretty fun to be around with,” he explained.

Stan raised an eyebrow but it quickly went back down as he said, “I agree, honestly. Even Trashmouth over here isn’t so bad.”

“Trashmouth, that’s a new one,” Richie laughed.

“I’m surprised,” Eddie said. Richie looked at him and flashed him a smile. The shorter male just shook his head and looked away.

“Yeah, you guys are pretty cool,” Ben said.

“Even though I’m literally the only girl here, I actually don’t mind being with you. So I will fu- freaking love it if we hung out again,” Beverly quickly corrected herself to not say the f-bomb around Georgie, even though she was pretty sure he had probably heard it from a few strangers at comic con.

“Then it’s settled!” Richie yelled. He threw his arms around the two people beside, which happened to be Beverly and Bill. “Let’s all exchange numbers and figure out a day to hang out so we can get to know each other better!”

And that’s exactly what they did. Well, actually, Beverly got a pen and a random piece of balled up paper from her bag and wrote down everyone’s numbers. Once she was done with that, the seven took a picture of the piece of paper so they could all add the numbers in later.

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#yall idk what ships are gonna be in this fic so #it basically all depends on what ship i put richie in tbh #so if you want you can send me an ask or something and tell me what you can see happening #anyway onto the tags #the losers club #it #it 2017 #*growing fame #richie tozier #stan uris #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #stozier #bichie #kaspbrough #benverly #stike #steddie #beverie #stenbrough #modern au #modern losers club #growing fame #fic

[thestarsaroundyourscars]

Whisper

For the weekly reddie prompt by @fyeahreddie

Rating: Teen and Up

Word count: 2,954

Located in AO3

“I told you, Ma, I don’t want to go!” Eddie tells his mother as determined as possible.

“Eddie bear, you’re going and that’s final.”

“But Ma, it’s almost half the summer! I won’t be able to see my friends!”

Sonia grimaces, “It will do you good to spend some time away from them.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, taking a deep breath, somehow all of their arguments always end up being about his choice of friends.

“They’re my friends. You can’t make me stop seeing them.”

“Unfortunately, no. But I can take you with me to visit your aunt and keep you away from them for the summer.  And that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” his mom says, done with the argument.

But Eddie isn’t done. He stands up straight and glares at his mother. Then, with as much resolve as he can muster, he says, “No, I won’t.”

Mrs. Kaspbrak turns to face him, scandalized.

“What did you just say?”

“I said I won’t go with you. I’m sixteen, I can take care of myself for a couple of weeks while you’re away. You can go visit your sister, but I’m not going.”

Eddie watches as his mother’s face turns a deep shade of red and her eyes grow so wide they look like they might pop out. She is holding on to the kitchen table so tight that her knuckles turn white.

Eddie prepares for the inevitable yelling coming his way. Instead, his mother answers in a calm collected voice, which is honestly far more frightening.

“You either come with me this summer or next year, we’re moving to Haven with your aunt Sylvia. See how you and your friends like that.”

The color drains from Eddie’s face, “Y-y-you wouldn’t.” God, he sounds just like Bill. “You hate her, you wouldn’t want to live with her, you’re always complaining about her when we visit, you―”

“It doesn’t matter,” she says, waving him off, “She is growing old and sick and she needs help. We must help those in need, Eddie bear. Besides, if it means finally dragging you away from those vandals you call friends, who have turn you into such a rebellious teenager, you better believe I would.”

Eddie gawks at her in disbelief, he can feel his eyes sting with tears but he refuses to cry in front of his mother. He hasn’t in a long time and he isn’t going to start now.

“That’s not fair,” Eddie says and he hates how his voice cracks, showing his mother just how affected he is.

“Life is as fair as it is safe, Edward,” Sonia says. Then, knowing she won the argument, she turns her back on his son and leaves the kitchen.

Eddie thinks of following her and fighting with her some more, but he knows it’s pointless. He is going with her and there is nothing he can do about it.

The thought of not seeing his friends for five weeks brings back the urge to cry, his throat tightens and his vision turns blurry. He flees to his room and forcefully slams the door shut, knowing his mother will hear it and it will make her angry. Good, he thinks, if I am angry, she should be too.

As soon as he is in his room, he can’t hold back the tears anymore. He throws himself into his bed and starts crying, gripping the pillow tight and occasionally hitting the mattress in anger.

He falls asleep at some point because he wakes up hours later, when there’s no longer sunlight shining through the window. He feels tired and his eyes are swollen from crying.

He hears his mother knocking on his door, which must be what woke him up in the first place.

The thought of his mother brings Eddie’s anger back to the surface and he glares at the door.

“Eddie bear? Dinner’s ready, come eat with me,” she tells him, sweetly as if she hadn’t crushed his summer plans less than a few hours ago.

Eddie doesn’t answer, not only does he not want to talk to her at all, he also knows his voice will come out hoarse and cracked if he does and she will know he had been crying.

“I know you’re not asleep, Eddie,” she says, growing angry, but Eddie doesn’t answer, “Fine, if you want to stay in there and skip dinner, do it but at least start packing, we leave on Monday.”

Eddie groans into the pillow, not caring if his mom hears him or not.

He feels his eyes prickle with tears again but he is done crying, it only makes him feel worse. He needs something to cheer him up, take his mind off of his mother and the summer that awaits him.

As quietly as possible he pads over to his desk where a landline phone is. He dials a phone number that he knows by heart and waits.

Three rings later, he hears someone pick up.

“Casa de Tozier, Richie speaking.”

Eddie lets out a sigh of relief when Richie is the one who answers.

“Richie?” Eddie whispers. He wouldn’t be surprised if his mother was listening from the other side of the door and even if she wasn’t, his room is so close to the kitchen that she might hear him if he raises his voice over a whisper.

“Eddie Spaghetti, hey!” Richie says, excited. Then he lowers his voice, “why are we whispering?”

“My mom doesn’t know I’m calling you and I don’t want her to hear me,” Eddie says and he cringes at how hoarse his voice sounds. He hopes Richie doesn’t notice.

But he is not that lucky.

Richie frowns, “Is everything okay, Eds?” he asks, his usual mocking tone gone, replaced by sincere concern.

“Of course, everything is great,” Eddie says, without a trace of excitement in his voice.

Richie scoffs, “Right. I can tell that you’ve been crying and you didn’t even give me shit for calling you Eddie Spaghetti. Forgive me if I don’t buy it.”

“I’m fine, Rich, really.” Eddie tries to make his voice as normal as possible, but he knows it’s pointless. Richie knows him like the back of his hand.

“Bullshit, Eds.”

Eddie sighs, “I don’t want to talk about it.” If he did, he would start crying again and that’s the opposite of why he called Richie in the first place.

Richie sighs in frustration, “Then what? What do you want me to do, Eds?”

That, Eddie does know how to answer. “Cheer me up, tell me the best joke you’ve got.”

Is clear Richie wants to argue, but instead he says, “All my jokes are amazing, Eds. How am I supposed to choose? Do you want a dirty joke? A silly joke? A your-mom joke?”

“Not a your-mom joke, please. I don’t want to think about her.”

“Ah, so that’s who’s got you so upset. Can’t say I’m surprised.”

“Rich.”

“Okay, sorry. So dirty joke or not?”

“No dirty jokes, please.”

“Prude. Alright, I got it,” Richie clears his throat, “What goes in hard and dry but comes out soft and wet?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Richie, I said―”

“Chewing gum! Ha-ha!” Richie exclaims and Eddie can perfectly picture him and his silly grin on the other end of the line.  

He surprises himself by letting out a chuckle, his hand flies to his mouth in an attempt to keep quiet, worried that his mother will hear him. He grabs the phone and moves to the bed, away from the door.

“That’s your best joke?”

“Hey, it made you laugh!” Richie says, offended.

Eddie snorts, “Because of how bad it was.”

“Uh huh, keep telling yourself that. I’m fucking hilarious, Eds.”

“Prove it.”

“Oh, is that a challenge, Eddie my love?”

Eddie chokes on his spit and blushes, just like he always does when Richie calls him that. Not trusting his voice, he hums in response.

Richie clears his throat once again, “The other day the police arrested two kids, one was drinking battery acid, the other was eating fireworks,” he pauses for dramatic effect, “They charged one – and let the other one off.”

This time Eddie can’t help laughing, he grabs a pillow and burrows his face in it to smother the sound of his laughter. He is still holding the phone to his ear and he is sure Richie can hear him laughing into the pillow, he knows there's probably a self-satisfied smile on his face.

Without giving Eddie a chance to recover, Richie asks, “What is a cannibal’s first choice in a restaurant?” Again, he pauses before delivering the punch line, “The waiter.”

Stupid jokes or not, they have Eddie lying on his side, face pressed against his pillow, crying for the second time that day, this time of laughter.

Richie is really enjoying hearing Eddie laugh like this, especially after hearing the sadness in his friend’s voice when he first called.

“Where do you get virgin wool from?” Richie says, “Ugly sheep!”

By now, Eddie is convulsing with laughter and having trouble breathing.  

“Richie―oh God, please stop,” Eddie says, gasping for air, “My stomach hurts.”

But Richie is having too much of a good time to stop, “Sorry what was that, Eds, one more joke? Sure thang, mah man. What’s black, red, black, red, black, red?”

“Richie no―” Eddie warns him.

But Richie ignores him, “A zebra with a sunburn!”

Eddie continues laughing until his laughter is reduced to giggles. Richie finds that the sound of Eds giggling is just as adorable through the phone as it is in person.

“Beep beep, Richie,” Eddie says, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“But Eds, hearing you laugh is like hearing angels sing. How can you deprive me of that?”

“You’re going to give me an asthma attack, you idiot.”

Richie seems to consider it, he sighs, “Fine.”

“Thank you, Rich.”

“I’m only stopping because I’m not there to shove a fucking inhaler into your mouth.”

Eddie chuckles, “Okay. But that’s not what I was thanking you for.”

“For what then, Eds?”

“Taking my mind off of things, making me laugh, even though I know it pissed you off that I didn’t tell you what was wrong,” Eddie says, staring at the ceiling and playing with the phone’s cord.

“It didn’t piss me off, I just― I was worried, I still am.”

Eddie doesn’t answer for a long time, his breathing the only sign that he’s still on the line. Richie doesn’t say anything either, but Eddie can hear movement through the phone, he is probably walking around his living room, incapable of sitting still.

Eddie hadn’t meant to worry him, he had called Richie because he was the best at making Eddie laugh and he had needed someone to cheer him up, but now that he had made him worry, he felt bad, it wasn’t fair for him.

“My mom is forcing me to go with her to my aunt’s house in Haven this summer.”

The shuffling stops and he hears Richie groan, “For how long?”

“Five weeks.”

Richie gasps, “Five weeks? Shit Eds, that’s like―”

“Half the summer? Yeah.”

“And there’s absolutely no way she’ll let you stay here? Or come back early?” Richie asks, hopeful.

“None, I tried. I told her I wasn’t going, that I was old enough to stay home alone and that she couldn’t make me go.”

Richie chuckles, “That’s my boy.”

Eddie feels his stomach flutter at that. He clears his throat and continues, “She said that if I didn’t go with her, she would move us in permanently with her next year.”

“What the fuck? She can’t do that!” Richie exclaims, outraged.  Eddie hears the sound of a chair falling, Richie must have stood up abruptly, making the chair fall.

“She can. She’s my mother.”

“Well, I’d like to see her try. I’ll fight her if she does. You fucking bet I will.”

Eddie snorts, “You’ll fight my mom?”

“Uh huh.”

“I thought you loved her,” Eddie says with a chuckle.

“Yeah well, I love you more,” Richie says. He hears Eddie gasp and he realizes what he just said, “I mean, uh, you’re― I wouldn’t let her drag you away from me. Us. Your friends I mean,” he stammers, nervous.

Eddie smiles at his ceiling, “Richie?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“I love you too,” Eddie says, grateful that Richie can’t see the way he’s blushing or the dopey smile on his face, “but please don’t fight my mom. She would crush you and still move us away.”

“Wow, you think that little of me, Eds?”

Eddie chuckles, “I’ve seen you fight, Rich. It’s pathetic.”

Richie huffs, “So what? I’m just supposed to sit and watch while she moves you away?”

“Hopefully, it won’t come to that. After all, she’s getting what she wants, which is to ruin my summer by not letting me spend it with you.”

Richie sighs, “This fucking sucks.”

Eddie lets out a humorless laugh, “Fucking tell me about it. I’m going to miss you so much, all of you.”

“But mostly me, eh?” Richie jokes.

“I mean, I’ll kill you if you tell the others but, yeah, mostly you and your ugly face and big mouth.”

He can hear the shit-eating grin on Richie’s voice, “You love this face, Eds. As for this big mouth, you should know it has its advantages.”

“Beep beep, asshole.” Eddie says, shaking his head. Richie lets out a chuckle. “Promise me you won’t have too much fun while I’m gone.”

Richie snorts, “As if. I will― I mean, we will probably be miserable.”

“Not as miserable as me, I bet―” He hears movement in the kitchen and he snaps his mouth shut, worried that his mother heard him and it’s coming to his room to take the phone away from him.

“Eds?”

Eddie shushes him and waits but his mother never comes barging into his room.

He sighs in relief, “Sorry, I thought my mom heard us,” he whispers.

“So, when are you leaving?”

“Monday.”

Alarmed, Richie exclaims, “Monday? But that’s one day away!”

“I know.”

Richie groans, “That’s it. You’re coming over tomorrow.”

Eddie frowns, “If your plan is to hide me and hope my mom just leaves me behind, you should know she would burn your house down before doing that.”

“Well shit, there goes my plan!” Richie replies, making Eddie chuckle. “No, but seriously, you’re coming over.”

“Why?” Eddie asks, confused.

“Because, my dearest Eddie, if I’m not going to see you for five weeks I should at least get to say goodbye properly.”

“I can’t come over tomorrow, Rich.”

“What? Why?”

“Because we’re all going to the quarry, remember? Bill told us yesterday.”

“Shit, yeah, I forgot.” Richie says, upset.

“You can say goodbye to me there. You all can.”

“Uh huh.”

Eddie frowns at Richie’s tone, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just that the moment everyone knows you’re leaving they will be all over you and, I uh, I kind of wanted it to be just us, you know. It’s silly, I know and fucking selfish.”

“It’s not,” Eddie says, quietly, “You can come over later tonight. If you want.”

Richie lit up at that, “Really?”

“Yeah, you might need to climb through the window though, and we need to be quiet, if my mom finds out, she’ll kill you.”

“No problemo, Spaghetti-o. I was in the mood for climbing a tree anyways.”

Eddie chuckles, “Try to be quiet though, she almost caught you last time.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Eds, I’m stealthy like a ninja.”

Eddie snorts, “So stealthy that you tripped on your way in and brought my desk chair down with you.”

“That desk chair shouldn’t have gotten in my way.”

Eddie shakes his head, “It wasn’t the chair’s fault. You’re just clumsy.”

“I am not!” When he hears Eddie huff, he adds, “Okay, maybe a little.”

Eddie chuckles, “I’ll see you soon, you idiot.”

“Don’t forget to leave your window open.”

“Don’t worry,” Eddie says, preparing to hang up. But before he does, he adds, “Hey Rich?”

“Yeah, Eds?”

“Thanks again, you always know how to make me feel better.”

“You don’t have to thank me. There’s nothing I enjoy doing more, Eddie Spaghetti.”

Eddie smiles, “Don’t call me that.”

Richie laughs, “Now there’s the Eds I know and love.”

Eddie giggles and he feels like a high school girl with a crush, lying in bed, twirling the phone’s cord around his finger and giggling at Richie’s flirting. He needs to pull himself together by the time Richie shows up because then he won’t be able to hide his blush behind a phone. That doesn't keep him from wanting Richie to get there though.

“Bye, Richie,” Eddie whispers, a smile on his face before hanging up the phone.

He hears his mother leave the kitchen then, probably going to her room to sleep. Eddie can’t help being glad, he might have been able to keep quiet while on the phone with his friend, but Richie himself is incapable of being quiet.  

Eddie opens the window and goes to lie on his bed to wait for Richie to get there. He thinks it’s crazy how less than an hour ago he had been feeling terrible and now he’s in a great mood, all thanks to him.

Sure he’s still angry at his mother and hates the idea of spending his summer away from his friends, away from Richie but he thinks that maybe this is the way he will make it through, without being completely miserable, exchanging whispered phone conversations with the only person who can make it all better for him, one Richie Tozier.

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It’s Strange - Chapter Twelve

Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven

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September 18th, 1986

It was a Thursday afternoon, and Max was sat down in her usual spot in the window that overlooked the crowd of students coming into the private school. She was now in her second year at St. Peter’s, and didn’t feel different unlike the rest of her friends or the losers, since she went to an all-grade school, unlike them, who are fresh out of junior high and middle school.

She found private school to be a lot more better to focus on, so Max continued to stay at St. Peter’s. Max still kept to herself on many occasions, she couldn’t find herself to fit in with a lot of the snobby overachievers of the school, nor did she want to. Barely anyone acknowledged her existence, and she didn’t acknowledge theirs, either. Besides, Lucas would drive by on his bicycle almost every day after school to bring her back home. 

Max was still one of the frequent people Kevin liked to pick on, but other than that, she found private school to be okay. She still couldn’t believe that Kevin was Ben’s cousin. They were nothing alike; Kevin was an obnoxious twit who thought he was a ‘cool guy’, but Ben was the peacemaker of the losers club, and when the losers joined Mike (Wheeler)’s group, aka the party. Ben also knew how to treat people with kindness, and that’s what everyone loved most about Ben.

As Max was about to make her way to class after the last lunch bell rang, she got shoved right into the lockers.

“Hey ginger boy.” Kevin said smugly

“Wow Kevin, haven’t seen your sickening presence in a while.” Max replied

“You disgust me.” said Kevin, “I’m surprised you came back here, I honestly thought you were going to go back to public school with your negro of a boyfriend and other idiot friends.”

“Did you treat Ella like you did with me or?”

“You mean Benny boy’s sicko friend Edweirdo’s twin sis? Hell yeah, probably equal to you,” Kevin continued, “Maybe it’s because you both look ridiculous and are the most painful introverts I’ve ever met.”

Nothing wrong with being an introvert, Kevin. Max thought, Fuck off

It was true though, Max was only ever comfortable around her friends. Same with Ella (unlike Eddie), Will, Mike (Hanlon), Stan, and that’s all she could really think of at that moment. The rest of Bill and Mike (Wheeler)’s group were either extroverted, or in the middle, but what’s a group without both?

Max vaguely remembers the day Ben and Stan were over at Lucas’, and when Ben revealed about Kevin. 

Right after learning about that, she remembers asking Ella about it, and she had told Max after switching to public school with her brother and the rest of the losers about what Kevin was like before she left private school, and Kevin hadn’t changed since, either. El mentioned to Max about what Kevin was like, and she was right. It all matched up; always critizing, goes around thinking he’s all that, says the rudest things, calling you out/tattle tailing for every little thing, and so on.  

Max also remembers Ben mentioning about how Kevin had insulted him, El, and the rest of the losers back in December when they were up, and his Aunt Jean didn’t care, even though it was completely Kevin’s fault. 

“So, ginger,” Kevin said while putting his hand on the locker, making a loud thump, “Make sure you, Kaspbleh, her brother Edweirdo, your negro boyfriend, s-s-stuttering Bill, frogface, frogface’s brother, zombie boy, that Jew, Ben, and the rest of you losers get a grip and stop being such idiots.”

When he walked down the hallway, Max gave him the bird while his back was turned, and she always did, just like she did with Billy. Though Billy was a lot worse than Kevin.

Frogface

She thought the word sounded familiar, but couldn’t figure out where it came from.

~

September 27th, 1986

Stan sat in the living room on a partly sunny afternoon, waiting for the few people of the losers and the party of that were actually interested in this hobby that not a lot of people would normally take interest in; bird watching.

In the living room, the Uris’ placed two Hanukkah candles on each shelf, and a bronze Star of David next to the window, which the sun would occasionally gleam down on, along with a few photos of Stan’s parents before they got married, photos of Stan when he was younger, and a few pictures from Stan’s Bar Mitzvah two years ago. 

Stan was glad he had a few friends he could count on to go bird watching with him every once in a while, he usually did it by himself or with Mike Hanlon, but today Stan wanted a few others to join him.

Previous day at school, him, Bill, Richie, and Eddie were walking along the hallways of Derry High, when the subject came up again.

“S-S-Sorry S-Stan, I n-need to s-stay at home with G-G-Georgie while my p-p-parents go on this t-t-two week c-cruise in S-San Diego.” said Bill, “B-Besides, that’s n-n-not my thing n-no offense.”

“None taken.” 

“Didn’t my sister, Mike, and Ben go with you last time?” said Eddie, “No offense but that’s not really my thing either.”

“Yeah, they said they would come.” Stan responded

“You guys are such dweebs.” Richie laughs, “While you four go bird watching I will be knocking up Mrs. Uris.”

“Richie, you idiot!” Stan said in annoyance 

“Beep beep R-R-Richie.” said Bill

“This is high school, not grade seven.” Eddie said, tired of his weird mom jokes that he continued with, “Besides, we’re all virgins in this group.”

“Not me,” said Richie, “Mrs. K don’t count. What do you think I’m doing as soon as you and El fall asleep each night?”

“That is so not funny.”

Stan stood up, looking out the window while on the lookout for Ben, Mike (Hanlon), Ella, Max, and Lucas. 

“You know Stan,” his father walked in, “I’m glad you are going bird watching with your friends, you haven’t done that in a long while.”

He was now close to the same height as his father, Stan now standing 5′9″

“Yeah, it’s fun.” Stan responded, his focus out the window

“Just make sure you’re back by 6:30, tomorrow is Sunday and we have a service to go to.” said his father

Stan looked at his watch, and it was now almost 2:30. 

A few minutes pass by, and Max and Lucas are the first ones to arrive on their bike, along with Ben, Mike, and Ella who came together shortly after.

The six of them made their way to the barrens, which the grass was turning an almost yellow colour from the fall air, and the water was now a lot colder, so no one really bothered to go through it that much.

“Will this be one of the last bird watchings we do this season?” Lucas asked

“Maybe one of them,” Stan responded, “We’re in high school, so that will take up a lot of time, and there aren’t as many birds around in November through March.”

Each of them went in different areas of the barrens area, Stan and Mike went into the grassy field, Max and Ella looked down the river, and Ben and Lucas went into the forest

Stan and Mike sat down together in the long grass that was swaying in the wind, and they laid down, taking in the 10 degree breeze while listening for the occasional chirp before they would sprout back up again.

“You know, I really like doing this with you.” said Mike, “We’ll defintley do this again during the spring, right?”

“Yes, defintley.” Stan smirked, “But maybe we’ll all do one more next month, before all the sparrows and blue jays leave.”

“Yeah, otherwise we will only spot more crows than the ones in my grandfather’s backyard.” said Mike

They both chuckled, while continuing to lay back, staring up into the sky.

Meanwhile, Max and Ella were well into the bird watching as much as Stan was, the two of them managed to spot a woodpecker and two sparrows. 

They sat down by the river for a few minutes, listening for more birds over the sound of the flowing river.

“How’s Eleven doing, and the others?” Ella asked

“She’s good,” said Max, “Hopper wants her to stay in the house a bit more since October is coming, but Mike is up there almost every week. She seems to like me a bit more.”

“Told you she’d get used to you.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” said Max, “How’s Eddie by the way?”

“Annoying and bossy as always, and has become a lot like our mom since he saw that weird thing on the Fourth of July.” said Ella

“Tell me about it,” says Max, “Brothers are awful, but yours is not as bad as mine, trust me. Aren’t you and Eddie turning 15 in a few days?”

“Yeah,” El said, “Second of October.”

“Oh, happy early birthday!”

“Thanks,” El responds, then notices a shadow in the trees

She rubs her eyes thinking it’s her mind playing tricks, but it wasn’t. It was still there, and she could feel whoever It was watching them, and was starting to feel creeped out. Ella points out what she saw to Max, but Max convinced it was just a bunch of twigs cluttered together

“No it’s not,” Ella whispered, “I’m staring right at it, can’t you see it?”

Max felt goosebumps across her body, and remembered the strange man she was in the woods of Hawkins while waiting for Mike (Wheeler) and the rest of their group. This was a year ago, but it all came back to her.

“What does it look like?” Max asked nervously

“Kinda tall, trenchcoat, can’t see the face -”

That’s all it took for Max to say “Let’s go!” and drag her by the arm, going more closer to the group, Max wondered why she couldn’t see It or whoever it was. 

Ben and Lucas find this opening in the woods behind the barrens, after about 20 minutes of looking for a good bird-watching spot.

They came close to this steep hill on the edge, where there was a road railing at the top of that hill.

Ben knew that spot well, and insisted they move somewhere else. He got bad flashbacks from Henry Bowers and his gang, and he hasn’t thought about them since almost a year ago when Bill dreamt about them at a sleepover they had with Stan and Richie. 

That’s weird, Ben thought, he forgotten they even existed, and wondered why he thought about them just now, even though it has been well over two years since he thought about them, aside from the sleepover at Stan’s last November. 

“Let’s go somewhere else,” said Ben, “I think I found a good spot over there that we just passed.”

“Sounds cool, it is kinda creepy over here anyway.” said Lucas, “Speaking of creepy, my sister Erica was acting kind of weird the night before last.”

“What do you mean?” Ben asked

“Well, I know this sounds strange, but I woke up, and could have sworn I heard screeching sounds. Kind of similar to those demogorgons me, Mike, and our group in Hawkins defeated, while you guys defeated that clown of whatever.” Lucas continued, “Anyhow, I was going to go in my parents room, then Erica said something like ‘Time to float’ or whatever, it was weird.”

Everything Lucas had said made Ben’s skin crawl.

“Shit,” said Ben, “Pennywise, the demogorgon, Henry Bowers and his goons, how come we’re only thinking about this now? After almost two years of all that, those memories only come back to us now. Why is that?”

“I don’t know,” said Lucas, “But we did manage to defeat all of them. As different groups. I don’t know, maybe it’s because this area of the forest is creepy, and I guess that bad experience you bad with those bullies...”

“Let’s just move along,” said Ben, “We are out here bird watching, not looking for something creepy.”

So far Ben and Lucas had the least amount of luck with the birds, the birds seemed to be more out in the open rather than in the woods. But it was a sunny and clear afternoon after all. 

The two of them had only spotted a few crows, with the occasional sparrow or two. Time was passing ever so slowly for them, yet flew by at the same time.

It was now after 4:30, they had arrived at Stan’s at 2:30, and it was about ten minute bike ride to get to the barrens. 

“Okay guys, I think we’re done for today!” Stan called out, four pairs of footsteps could be heard coming into the forest

The six of them had gathered in the clearing that Lucas and Ben were in, discussing what they found.

“We didn’t find much.” Ben said, bummed out

“Lucas, Ben, you guys look like you have seen a ghost.” said Max

“Do we? Nah we just find this area...creepy.” Lucas responded

“Yeah, we should get going.” said Max

The six of them walked along the trail leading back to the river, Lucas and Max ahead of them walking hand-in-hand, while Stan, Ben, Mike, and Ella walked behind them, going through the bird books.

“Next time Stan, we’re going out in the field.” Lucas said while he turned back at them

“No way Lucas, that’s me and Mike’s designated area.” Stan smirked

The rest of them chuckled at the dialogue between Stan and Lucas, little did they know about what was in the woods they were in. Creeping slyly in the woods, Ben’s instincts were indeed correct.

Camouflaged in the steep hill, a group of four had managed to spy on the six of them from above.

“Well well,” Henry smirked, “If it isn’t the losers and other losers of Hawkins.”

“I’m glad we got It after wheezy boy’s sister.” Patrick snickered, “Who the fuck is that other black holding hands with Billy’s ginger sister?”

“Can’t believe that Marsh girl is back, I’m getting hard thinking about the lesbian fun her and wheezy girl may be up to.” Belch smirked

Belch and Patrick laughed at the perverted and psychotic thoughts that were going through their messed up minds.

“Can we take off our wigs?” Victor asked, “These are getting way too hot.”

“You absolutely can fucking not,” said Henry, “If people know we’re still out here, it’s all your guys fucking faults.”

“What else did Billy ask us to do?” said Victor, “Do we need to ask the thing to mess with someone else or is one good enough for today?”

“One’s good for today,” Henry responded, “Luckily those dweebs haven’t spotted us. Except for four-eyed faggot’s other faggot twin and faggot twin’s other friends, and four-eyed faggot’s sister and her ridiculous friends.”

The three of them stared at Henry with such confused expressions, the amount of times he used the word faggot and the anger in Henry’s voice was just a lot to process. But they all knew Henry was the most messed up of them all.

“Let me get this straight,” said Patrick, “In Derry, there are S-S-Stuttering B-B-Bill, the fucking Jew, homeschooled nigger, fatboy, four-eyed fag, Beverly slut Marsh, wheezy boy and wheezy boy’s sister. Then in Hawkins we have four-eyed faggot’s twin, Wheeler’s weirdo girlfriend, toothless, Billy’s ginger sister, zombie boy, and that other negro.”

“Yes,” Henry said calmly, “You also forgot fuckface’s sister, zombie boy’s older brother, loser Harrington, and the other slag in their group, who Billy told us was related to that weird girl with superpowers?”

“When will the demogorogon come back and help us?” said Belch

“That’s not up to me to decide,” said Henry, “That’s up to It to decided, and Billy tells us what to do. For now we got that thing there to mess up all of those faggots one by one. Now our next mission is fuck around with four eyed faggot’s sister, her zombie boyfriend, Hawkin’s biggest slut, and that Steven guy.”

“When do you want to do that?” Victor asked

“Not yet, Vicky,” said Henry, “When they least expect it. Kinda like how the thing messed with the other dweebs in Derry and Hawkins. All one by one.”

“Didn’t those older kids try to call the cops on us?”

“Yes, Patrick,” Henry said, annoyed, and tired of answering all of their persistent questions, “But everyone thinks we’re dead, remember? They moved on; they moved on from Betty Ripsom, Edward Cororan, Barbara Holland, everyone. The cops don’t give a fuck in Derry-Hawkins. Neither did my dad. That’s why I fucking killed him.”

The other three looked down, only now realizing they too have been forgotten about in Derry-Hawkins. 

“Hey, you fuckfaces stop looking so goddamn sad, you look like pussies.” Henry spat, “Come on and move your fucking asses, we got a long bus ride home!”

~

October 10th, 1986

It was now Friday evening. Mike (Wheeler), Eleven, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Max, and Richie rode their bikes together and ended up near the empty field in Hawkins they usually hung around. Dustin insisted Richie come along with them, even though Mike said no multiple times before giving in.

Richie had nothing else better to do that night, and the Kaspbraks were out of town for the weekend, seeing family in New Brunswick. So Richie gladly went with the party after Mike gave in

Earlier when they left the house, they opened the door to find Nancy and Johnathan making out on their front porch, unaware that anyone was inside.

Lucas, Max, and Dustin snickered, while the other four gave them disgusted expressions after witnessing that.

Eleven used her mind to pull them away, but not the violent type of pulling.

“Really Nancy?” said Mike

“Get a room!” Richie exclaimed

“Yeah, Johnathan.” Will pushed past Johnathan

Nancy and Johnathan gave annoyed looks at what the twins and Will said, and entered the house.

“That was weird.” said Eleven, looking down awkwardly

“I know, tell me about it.” Mike responded

“Kind of hot, honestly.” Dustin snickered

“Hey! Those jokes are only okay when it doesn’t involve our sister!” Richie rolled his eyes

“Or brother.” said Will

The grass was now fading to a yellowish colour, but the ground was okay enough to continue riding their bicycles for the season. It was a school night, but tomorrow would be Friday, so they were perfectly fine by that.

The six of them had made their way by the playground, and despite being fifteen, decided to play around on it. There weren’t any other children or parents around this time of the evening, probably since it would be dark in another hour or so, and it was five degrees outside.

Out of them all, Dustin and Richie were having the most fun, and were the last ones playing around in the park, goofing around on the monkey bars while Mike, Eleven, Will, Lucas, and Max eventually sat down and watched them make fools of themselves

“Weirdos.” Max laughed

“The only reason Richie is here is because Dustin was pestering me about it earlier.” said Mike

“I see no difference in the two.” Eleven smirked

Dustin and Richie’s laughs and noises fade into the background while the other five continue their conversations

“So, how was everyone’s days at school?” Mike asked

“Private school is lame as always.” said Max

“Good, we sat together at lunch and the day flew by so I think it was fairly good for us.” said Lucas

Will looked down, not responding to Mike’s question

“Hey Will, you okay?” Mike asked, while coming over his way to comfort him

Will shook his head, and grabbed a note from his bookbag, the four of them looking over his shoulder as he flattened out a crumpled up note that read:

Zombie boy

“Fucking mouth breather.” Eleven huffed

They all knew who was behind this. Troy and James, and more than likely their senior friends.

“What is wrong with them?” Will groaned, burying his face into his hands

“They’re idiots,” said Mike, comforting him, “That’s all they’ll ever be.”

“Damn,” Richie butted in, “What did that cocksucker Troy do to you this time?”

“Richie, stay out of this.” said Mike

“No, he’s cool.” said Dustin, “Troy and James are such fucking -”

That’s when they noticed a car pull up in the empty dirt road parking lot, music could be heard through their closed car windows. Inside were about three or four what looked to be girls.

The six of them stared at them, watching as they sat there for a few seconds before finally getting out of their car.

Max rolled her eyes, she knew those four faces. Those girls that always dropped up to Billy’s house, though every time she would eavesdrop on their conversations between them and Billy, they sounded rather masculine than feminine.

“Hi there.” said the leader of the pack, while the other three “girls”, a tall dark-haired girl, an overweight girl, and a quiet blonde girl stood behind them, “Hi Maxine.”

The party recognized the four of them. Except for Richie, who was just as confused as they were.

“What do you guys want?” Max scoffed

“Billy just wanted to know where you were. Thought we would check up on you.” the leader grinned

The other three snickered, while the larger girl of the group let out a gigantic belch, making the six of them cringe.

“Shut up, Beth.” the leader snarled, “Use your fucking manners for once.”

“Seriously, what are you guys really doing here?” Mike asked, the rest of them knew Billy did not give two fucks about Max

“I don’t know,” the leader sighed, “We get lost around Derry-Hawkins, we’re from Texas, in case I haven’t mentioned, I’m Hillary Bordaeux, this is Catherine, Victoria, and Bethany.”

“We don’t give a fuck who you are, Derry-Hawkins isn’t that hard to get around!” said Richie

The taller girl nudged “Hillary”

“I knew they were twins.” “she” muttered

“Anyhow, anything else you want to ask?” Lucas said

“No...” said “Hillary”, “We better get going back home. We live two hours away.”

Mike, Richie, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Eleven, and Will watched as their car sped down the road, out of plain sight

That’s when they noticed, neither Eleven or Will had said a word the entire time they came face to face with the strange looking girls they just encountered

Will’s eyes were widened with fear, gazing off into space, while Eleven’s nose began to bleed.

Mike comforted both Eleven and Will, and Lucas and Max joined in, wondering what was wrong.

“I don’t really blame you guys for getting scared like that.” Richie broke the awkward silence, “They weren’t even that hot, that tall girl was the ugliest, ugh.”

“Richie, shut the fuck up!” Mike snapped, tired of his bullshit

“Face it Mike, they didn’t even look like girls!” said Dustin, “Maybe El and Will have this thing called sixth sense.”

“You know that this means,” Will responded, while Mike continued comforting Eleven, “We need to stay away from them any time we see them. My gut instinct told me so. I think Eleven’s is telling her something too.”

~

October 17th, 1986

Steve and Emma met up during the lunch hour at university, like they normally would a few times a week whenever they could. They were the only two that attended University of Maine, while Johnathan and Nancy were at Husscon.

“So, how is your day going, Ems?” Steve asked, while sitting down

“Mine’s good, what about yours?” Emma responded

“Good,” Steve said, “Law is really hard though.”

“You’re into law?”

“I don’t really know, Emma. What about you?” Steve looked back up

“I don’t know either, probably zooligy.” said Emma

“You mean zoology?”

“Yeah, that.”

A few seconds of silence occurred between the two, while Emma bit down in her sandwich, while Steve took a few occasional glances at her whenever her eyes were looking another way.

She does have pretty eyes. Steve thought, while his gaze went through her black hair, then onto her forearm, where three digits were visible.

007

Steve cleared his throat, breaking the silence, while he managed to blurt out, “So, how’s Eleven doing?”

“She’s doing well, actually.” said Emma, “Still being homeschooled.”

“I see.” Steve answered, “Haven’t seen the party since the summer. College is a lot of work.”

“Yeah”

He still couldn’t help but glance her way a few times.

We’re friends, why am I afraid to say anything? Steve thought, his mind racing, while Richie’s “advice” played in his mind, even though it was from months ago.

No Richie, not happening, Steve thought, he sure as hell was not going to listen to advice from a high schooler fresh out of junior high. Besides, grade school is different than college and university, and making Eleven’s sister pissed off was the last thing Steve wanted to do.

“That reminds me,” said Steve, “We haven’t seen Johnathan and Nancy in what, a few weeks? We need to get together sometime.”

“Like during Halloween?” Emma suggested, “My mum and sister won’t be home that night I don’t think. Just don’t invite anyone else over.”

“I won’t,” said Steve, “I’m not who I was two years ago. I’m a better person.”

“Mhmmm.” Emma rolled her eyes, smirking

“I amm!”

~

Next Chapter: Chapter 13

#stranger things #it movie 2017 #mike wheeler #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #johnathan byers #will byers #max mayfield #henry bowers #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #bill denbrough #stanley uris

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the winding road

Pairing: reddie

Word Count: 2299

Warning: it’s fluff mostly just boys talkin’ about their future;; richie swears like twice

Summary: “At the time, they both had chosen to ignore it. There was an awkward silence that lasted for what felt like hours, Richie made a joke, Eddie wiped his tears (he had been upset about something, but Richie couldn’t remember what) and everything felt normal again. They never bothered speaking about it, because they both were afraid of change, and something like… whatever it was -- that would be the biggest change of all.

Until now.”

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I.

“You guys wanna get a pizza, or something?” Ben asked, stepping down from the arcade cabinet and flexing his hands. He had put up a hard fight, but it seemed like not even he could come close to beating a (self-titled) legend. Richie had managed to win so many times, in fact, that the motion of typing his name in became muscle memory; and soon enough, RCHI was flashing in big yellow letters, boasting his skills to the world.

“I guess. Beats watching Richie destroy you over and over again.” Stan laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets. The arcade, despite being shelter from the wind, was still no match for the Autumn chill. “I’ve only got a five, though.”

“Don’t you worry, Stan! I’ll pay for it.” Richie reached a hand into his pocket, revealing a crumpled wad of cash. A few quarters flew out, too, shooting in different directions and clattering on the ground. Stan groaned.

“Richie, I got it.”

“Nonsense!” Richie’s shout overtook Ben’s voice, his cadence slipping into an accent that sounded just British enough to give an illusion, if anything. “You both owe me one, now. In fact--”

Richie was cut off by the familiar chirp of a text alert. He cleared his throat and pulled his phone out with his free hand, still handling the money in his other.

[4:30pm] eds: hey, are you doing anything tonight?

“Somebody hold this,” his voice was still British, though not intentionally so, repeating the rhythms of speech like a broken record. He held the wad of money out and dropped it in Ben’s hands carefully, Ben juggling with it for a moment and sighing when he successfully clasped the bills between his hands.

[4:31pm] Richie: i can be free in like half an hour

[4:31pm] Richie: why

“You want us to go ahead?” Stan asked, sharing a glance with Ben before motioning towards the door. The pizza place they frequented was only a few blocks down; Richie would’ve be able to get there in less than a minute if he had brought his bike. He hadn’t, because the crack in his glasses let the cold air through, and it stung his eyes when he sped forward. He was also, in general, too lazy to bother with getting it out of the shed in his backyard.

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’,” he clicked the phone on vibrate and shoved it back into his pocket. The boys had barely made it halfway down the block when his phone buzzed.

[4:33pm] eds: do you wanna go on a walk?

[4:33pm] Richie: ?? yeah sure

He hesitated, typing out another message before clicking the phone off again.

[4:33pm] Richie: you ok?

[4:34pm] eds: yeah don’t worry!

[4:34pm] eds: text me when you’re done and we’ll meet in the park?

[4:34pm] Richie: u got it spaghetti man

Richie convinced himself the way his stomach tightened was a side effect of his hunger. He chose to ignore the way it lingered, even after the last slice of pizza was gone from the cardboard box.

II.

Half an hour passed and Richie found himself standing outside Derry’s central park. Hands shoved in his pockets, he was swaying back and forth on his feet, arguing with himself on whether it was really worth it to go inside (Stan, just earlier, had promised him ‘yes, just do it, for christ’s sake’). He didn’t know why he was so nervous -- this was just Eddie, they’ve hung out alone like, a million times, and not once was it weird. Except, now that...

Eddie was sitting on a bench, not too far from where he was standing. His arms were crossed and he was watching the sunset through the trees, scarf wrapped over his mouth. The sunlight illuminated his face perfectly, wrapping around his features like he was a work of art in a museum. Richie cursed to himself, quietly -- he must’ve been sitting there for forever.

He walked, slowly, taking care in every step, up to Eddie.

“You been here long?” He asked, offering a half-hearted smile. Eddie nodded.

“Yeah, but it’s not actually that bad. Besides, I figured you’d be late.”

“Ouch, Eds! Harsh.”

They both laughed, but there was an odd tension between them. They knew what was going to happen, whether they wanted it to or not. Richie wanted to prolong this tension, this weird atmosphere, so they wouldn’t have to talk about it.

Richie was not one to regret anything he said. Sometimes it would get him beat, sometimes he would get a laugh, and most times, an aggravated sigh, but he never regretted it. He said things on impulse, whatever was on his mind at the moment would come out in one way or another. It was his biggest strength and his greatest weakness.

When Richie admitted his ‘feelings’

“Fuck, Eds! I care about you more than anything, you should know that!”

to Eddie, he had no way of telling if that was entirely on impulse. He wasn’t sure if he had meant to spit it out or not, but he did, and doesn’t think he can ever forget the look on Eddie’s face.

At the time, they both had chosen to ignore it. There was an awkward silence that lasted for what felt like hours, Richie made a joke, Eddie wiped his tears (he had been upset about something, but Richie couldn’t remember what) and everything felt normal again. They never bothered speaking about it, because they both were afraid of change, and something like… whatever it was -- that would be the biggest change of all.

Richie was sure about how he felt, he just wasn’t sure what to call it. He liked Eddie. He liked the way he laughed, the way his face scrunched up when he was angry, the way his hair grew out in subtle curls instead of perfectly straight. He liked the way his face got pink when Richie made fun of him, or pinched his cheeks.

“Cute, cute, cute!”

“Stop it, Richie!”

He even liked the stupid things about him, like how he wore two fanny packs (even one felt a little excessive) or how Richie could make him gag by pouring water on his bread at lunch. He spent a lot of his time hoping Eddie felt the same way, though he supposed he wouldn’t really mind if he didn’t.

Not until he told him, that is. They had joked the rest of the night, but Richie had an uncharacteristic nagging in the back of his head, shouting stupid, stupid, stupid!

“You knew we were gonna have to talk about this eventually, didn’t you?” Eddie’s voice broke him out of his trance. Richie began to notice the cold air slowly seeping into his bones. He sighed.

“I don’t know, Eds. Figured we could talk about your mom, instead--”

Eddie cleared his throat, “Beep beep, Rich. That doesn’t even make any sense.”

There was another silence, and the nagging voice came back.

“Let’s… actually start walking, then,” Richie smiled, though a little uncomfortably. He tried to shove his hands deeper into his pockets, but there was no room left. “It’s easier to talk when we’re walking, right?”

Eddie hummed and stood up, brushing the wrinkles in his jacket away with his hands. His gloves were cute. They were gray and knitted, like his grandmother had made them especially for him. “It’s weirdly cold out, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Richie agreed, “for the beginning of Fall, it feels a little fuckin’ ridiculous.”

This small talk continued for a while as the boys made their way out of the park. Eddie stopped, several times, once to pet a dog and another to point out a bird he thought Stan would like. Richie occasionally had to consciously slow down to match Eddie’s pace, anxiety getting the best of him. Neither of them knew how to start talking about the matter at hand.

They continued up to where the street broke off into two, in front of the Neibolt street church. The sun was almost gone beyond the horizon, and Richie was getting kind of worried he would freeze to death before they actually made any progress. Eddie stopped again.

“Let’s sit here,” he motioned to the curb in front of the church. The place felt oddly… safe. It’s kind of funny, Richie thought, how they could just turn right and that feeling would go away. How Neibolt house was right there, and yet, here they were. Even the air around that house at the other end of the street felt evil. He sat down, though, because that’s what Eddie told him to do.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie started, choosing to avoid Richie’s gaze and stare down at his feet instead. His hair had fallen into his eyes, but he made no movement to fix it. “For not talking with you about this earlier.”

Richie’s brow furrowed. “What d’you mean?”

“I mean,” Eddie was fidgeting a lot, his fingers tapping against the cement as he spoke, “that I just don’t really know what I want, so I was avoiding it. I was… I don’t know.”

“Scared?”

“Y-yeah. Scared. It’s stupid, huh?”

Richie opened his mouth to make a joke about how ‘stuttering Bill’ was going to become ‘stuttering Eddie’, but he stopped himself, opting for a simple shake of the head instead. “I don’t think it’s stupid, Eds.”

“You wouldn’t know stupid if it hit you like a train.”

They both laughed, and Richie noticed that Eddie’s hands stopped gripping the edges of the curb so hard. He really wanted to brush the hair out of his eyes. Eddie continued.

“Rich, I’m gonna tell you something. I just want you to promise you won’t, I don’t know, laugh, or anything.”

“Have you met me, Eds?” He joked, but Eddie didn’t smile. Richie cleared his throat and spoke again, softer this time. “Course, Eddie. I won’t laugh. Cross my heart, and all that.”

Eddie sighed. Richie subconsciously prepared himself for the worst.

“I’m worried. I’m worried, Rich, about what’ll happen if it ends. If we go through with,” he paused, trying to come up with a word, “I don’t know, whatever this turns out to be, and it ends badly, am I gonna lose you? Or everyone else? I don’t wanna make a mistake like that, no matter how much I…” He groaned, skipping over what he was about to say. “I don’t want to take a winding road, I like when I can see exactly what’s going to happen instead of having to worry about it. What do I do, ‘Che?”

Richie picked his next words carefully. It wasn’t something he did often, but it really wasn’t the time for lighthearted banter. Eddie was scared -- genuinely scared, and it wasn’t the kind of fear you could fix with a blanket and some ice cream.

“Eds, listen to me, alright? Really listen to me.”

Eddie, for the first time since they sat down, met Richie’s eyes with his own.

“It’s not my choice to make. I can’t control what you do -- I’ve never been able to, really, even when I wanted to, so I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be making decisions for you.” He thought for a moment, then continued, “I care about you. A lot, Eds. I’m not just saying that to be cheesy, or anything, I’m tellin’ you the truth. I don’t want to think there’s a chance that… y’know, whatever this is, could go wrong. I hate thinking about that. But even if it does,” he smiled, “then I think I’ll still stick around, because I love annoying you more than anyone.”

There was an unreadable expression on Eddie’s face -- not that Richie hadn’t tried to read it, but he couldn’t settle on anything other than an odd mixture of adoration, worry, and just plain annoyance that he couldn’t figure out. Then Eddie smiled, looking back down at the asphalt. They sat like that for a little while, but the tension from before was lifted, leaving them in a comfortable silence.

“I think -- uh, I think it’s time for me to go home.” Eddie said, suddenly, pushing himself up to a standing position. Richie followed suit, his heart still practically beating straight through his chest. He could almost feel it in his fingertips. He was doing his best to keep his composure, but Richie was almost sure his face was as red as humanly possible.

Eddie hugged him, only briefly. Richie absentmindedly noted how short he was, sliding perfectly under his chin, and how soft his hair felt against his face. They separated and Richie felt his shoulders relax; it was funny, because he hadn’t even realized they were tensed. He nodded a hasty goodbye and turned and Eddie did the same. Neither of them really wanted to leave, Richie hoped, but they didn’t know what else to say.

Eddie only took a few steps before stopping again.

“Also,” Eddie started, making Richie stop mid-step, “I think I’d prefer the winding road, now that you put it like that.”

Richie spun on his heels, hands still in his pockets, and met Eddie’s gaze. He was smiling, not a shit-eating grin or some kind of sarcastic smirk, but a genuine, adorable, Eddie Kaspbrak smile. The light was bouncing off of him in a way that, if Richie had described him as ‘glowing’, he wouldn’t have felt too far off. His scarf was pushed up almost to his nose, but it still revealed a slight pink flush across his cheeks. Richie was sure that it wasn’t because of the cold.

His heart fluttered.

“That was dramatic as fuck, Eds.”

I love you.

“Shut up, trashmouth.”

I love you, too.

#my writing #thewindingroadfic #I HOPE this is good #ok now for the most stressful parthdsiofh #reddie #richie tozier/eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #ben hanscom #don't tag this as f/a/c/k you nasties #stephen king's it #it 2017 #reddie fanfiction

[pumpkinscreams]

HOMECOMING chapter 5

Hey! I don’t think I have anything to say! Hope u like!

The principal dryly turns on the microphone, Richie Tozier, who’s been doing morning announcements for the past couple of years, is organizing the announcements, impatiently waiting for the candidates to be said.

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen, we’ve finally counted all your votes, and now we can list the top two candidates for homecoming king and queen. We would like to thank all of the people who voted, and the students who ran for homecoming and we encourage you all to-”

Richie sighed an exasperated sigh, way louder than he was he was expecting.

Causing the Principal and the secretary (that was sitting by a nearby desk) to give him a dirty look. Richie looked at both of them and awkwardly shrugs.

Trashmouth alert.

The principal returned back to the mic, his voice dryer then before.

“The homecoming king candidates...are...very honourable boys”

Richie presses his hands on the corner of his paper, completely impatient.

He shifts his eye over to the lined paper the principal has in his dry hands.

He scrolls through the names on the list, until he stops at his own name.

Circled.

There were only two names circled,

And he was one of them!

Richie looks at the number beside his name and sees 167 votes.

Shit!

With a school of a little less than 500 students, that was a fuck ton of votes in his eyes.

Richie smiled a genuine smile. He didn’t win much, Just usually told to shut up and go fidget somewhere else. But the kids of this school actually liked him, enough to actually vote for him.

His eyes scrolled to the name at the top of the sheet, the second name circled.

Eddie Kaspbrak - 247 votes.

Richie’s eyes widened.

247? Jesus fuck how does he manage that?

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

This kid really fucking wants this.

His genuine smile turned into a mischievous one as he grabbed a pen from the desk and grabbed the paper with the nominees. The principal coldly grabbed his forearm and gave Richie a confused look. Richie gave a concerned smile and mouthed

“Spelling mistake.”

The principal coldly nodded and continued to drag out his little speech, just in time for Richie to slide the paper over and give him two thumbs up.

The principal rolled his eyes and licked his lips before speaking.

“Your first candidate is… Richie Tozier.”

Richie let out a massive whooop as he ran on over to the secretaries desk and offered her a high five, she’s grown to like this Richie and happily returned the gesture.

The principal motioned him to quiet down as he returned to the microphone.

“And, your second nominee, is Eds Kaspbrak”

Richie, who broke his promise to stay quiet, let out a roaring laugh, the two adults confused at the boy clutching his sweater to not combust.

Richie wasn’t done.

Let the wars begin.

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Richie happily stood outside Eddie’s third period class with a stack of new campaign posters in hand. When the bell rang and people started pouring out Richie handed each person a poster and repeated something along the lines of;

“Vote for Richie, not Eds!”

Eddie fatefully came out of the classroom, he looks at Richie in confusion and looks around the hall, everyone looking at the posters and laughing, Eddie confusingly snatches a poster and gasps when he reads it, Richie laughs and hands Ben one to him, who’s trailing behind him.

“Are you gonna vote for a little athmatic kid? Vote for Richie! A certified joke for every student!”

Richie sees Eddie about to run at him, and he decides to scatter, throwing the posters and have them shower the hallway.

“Aren’t I just chuckalicious Eds?”

“I’ll get you for this Trashmouth!”

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Mr.Bernard was standing in front of the period one english class, lazily explaining the lesson plan for the week, Beverly, who usually loved english class, was leaning on her hand, looking at the empty desk, usually filled with Richie’s ass. She wasn’t the only one who noticed, the teacher would occasionally look at his empty chair, expecting him to be there, having a smart comment to add. Richie may not have loved english, finding the whole thing a tad triling, but he would never skip, unless it was really bad. Bev turned her head to look past her shoulder and saw Eddie, who sat right behind Richie, sinking into his chair, with a small grin on his face, looking at Richie’s empty spot.

Before Beverly had a moment to question this, the door blasted open to the english class.

Richie, whose face was red and damp from running, was breathing heavily, the oily coils of hair sticking to his damp skin. He was holding the door frame with both hands and panting loudly.

Everyone's heads turned as the teacher cut himself off.

“Morning Richie.”

The teacher blinked and motioned Richie to sit down, the class murmurs and lets out a couple of laughs. Richie smiles at the whole class, as he heavily stomps to his desk. He swings his backpack to the floor, and sits down, attempting to catch another breath. He starts grabbing his binder and book for the class.

Beverly slaps his arm and arches her brows. “Where were you this morning? It was your day to bring the cigs!” She whisper yells as the teacher continues to talk.

Richie holds his arm and hisses, knowing he kinda deserved that one. His breath is coming back, but he tells his story in uneven breaths and attempting to stay quiet.

“I don’t fucking know Bev! I come to school, early mind you! And I open my locker to see all my cigs are gone! I knew I had at least 2 boxes left, but whatever. So, I figure, i'll walk to the 7eleven, I mean, I got time right? So I fucking stroll on over, and I ask Bob for the usual parlaments, and he says a nice boy reminded him that he could get into trouble sellin cigs to minors? So just as I was calling him a momma’s boy, him and some bald guy stocking, pick me up by the elbows and toss me out! I go to the other convenient store but they’ve apparently ‘Been told not to sell to me’ and kick me out too when I try to protect my honour! And by the time I check a clock, I’m already late! So I hit the ground running and now I’m-”

“Richie! As much as I would love to hear the story of you illegally buying cigarettes, would you care to join the rest of the class?”

Richie, who realized he’s been yelling his story out, stood up from his chair and started doing his, relatively ok Southern Bell impression.

“Why I certainly do oblige Mista! May I still go to the cotillion?” Richie held his hands to the side of his face and pressed on a cheesy smile.

Mr.Bernard rolled his eyes and interrupted the trashmouth. “Thanks a ton Rich, please sit down.”

Richie bowed and mindlessly sat down in the chair, about to say one other point, but was interrupted by a ripping fart sound vibrating through the sunny english class. The whole room went silent, but all of the students proceeded to boom with laughter. Beverly laughing the hardest, but Richie wasn’t laughing. He looked around the room in confusion, until he felt something rubber under his chair, his mouth dropped and he raised a deflated whoopee cushion like it was the fucking holy grail. A new wave of laughter erupted in the classroom, the teacher even shedding a tear or two, as everyone was laughing and talking, Richie looked at Bev, who’s face was red and when he pointed at the whoopee cushion and her, she just shrugged and shook her head as she planted onto the desk. Richie furrowed his brows with confusion, his mouth still hanging open as he frantically looked around, trying to find the culprit. He fatefully turned his head around to see Eddie, looking directly at him, with a small grin and chuckling. It wasn’t a cute grin, a happy grin,

It was a vengeful grin.

 Richie’s jaw dropped to the floor and quickly pointed at Eddie, whoopee cushion in his hand.

“You!” Richie slowly yelped just before the teacher shushed the class.

“Ok, Ok, quiet down now. Richie? Ready to read along?”

The class slowly shut up with a couple people wipe there eyes and holding their stomachs, slowly taking out the books.

Richie was so taken aback, he wasn’t embarrassed, he could come into class fully naked and still take notes, but someone pranked the prankster? The pace of his breath quickened, and he realized that Eddie wasn’t fucking around. he just quickly nodded, and stuffed his nose into the book, melting back into his seat.

Until he felt someone playing with his hair on the back of his neck.

He instantly stiffened, not attempting to move, until his hair got softly tugged at, his neck became jello causing his head to fall back, looking up at the ceiling.

“Now, who’d like to read for Romeo?” RIchie felt the hands come away, he let out a quiet whimper.

“I would!” Richie heard Eddie call from behind him. His neck shot back, to look at the Eds, with a confident smile on his face. Richie looked back at the blackboard when he felt another whisper in his ear

“See you at the speeches tomorrow, Juliet.”

Richie griped the edges of his book and couldn’t focus all class.

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