#reddie ficlet

[neverwasreddie]

“So, you know, I broke an engagement to be here.”

Eddie’s head snaps up and away from the dilapidated Derry sidewalk he’d been staring at to avoid tripping on a crack and losing a tooth in this godforsaken town.

When he looks up, though, Richie is staring straight forward next to him, hands shoved deep into his pockets and shoulders hunched up toward his ears. If it hadn’t been for the subtle red flush high up on his cheeks, Eddie would’ve assumed he had imagined hearing him speak.

But he knows Richie definitely said that out loud for a reason, so he nudges their elbows together and says, “Yeah, I know, it was all over Twitter. Comedian Rich Tozier Bombs Onstage, Cancels Remaining Shows in Vegas.”

“Can’t believe Eddie Kaspbrak is a Twitter fiend,” Richie smirks before dropping his own gaze to the sidewalk.

Suddenly he’s shaking his head, a sharp, jerky motion Eddie remembers from high school.

“Not that kind of engagement, Eds. A marriage one. A proposal. You know — I was engaged. Never got married, that part really was a joke. But I was engaged to this girl. For, like, seven years.”

“Jesus.” Eddie stares at him openly, but he can’t see anything in the face of this man — this stranger’s face on the soul of his best friend. “You always jumped headfirst into Step One of a plan, but never seemed to make it to Step Two. Isn’t that right? Is that what happened here?”

Richie’s mouth turns up on one side, the way he always seemed please whenever Eddie would rib him for something back in the day. But he shrugs one shoulder, too, like he’s taking the question seriously and yet coming up short of a clear response.

“Something always held me back from the actual marriage part,” he admits, kicking at an acorn in his path. “We’d start looking at venues, talk about DJs or live bands, but…something always stopped me before we could make any concrete plans.”

His stride lengthens, just for a second, damn those long legs of his, and Eddie has to scurry to catch up to him and hear what he says next:

“Just always felt like something was missing, until Mike called and the memories started coming back. That’s when I ended things with her for good.”

Eddie’s heart trips for a beat or two, and he tries to shove that strange reaction down and give this conversation with Richie his full attention — he can consider his traitorous body and its weird impulses later.

“Something in you must’ve remembered us, even subconsciously,” he muses, “and you knew it wouldn’t be right to have a wedding without the Losers there.”

He thinks he hears something like a chuckle from Richie, and he can’t imagine why, but sure enough, there’s a smile guarding Richie’s words when he half-turns his face toward Eddie to speak again.

“Think you’re right, Spaghetti. I just couldn’t go through with a wedding without you.”

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie hc #reddie ficlet #reddie fic #hi I miss them I love them #can’t believe they survive Pennywise and Eddie asks richie from his hospital bed what this was all about #and when he’s recovered richie takes him to the kissing bridge and says this eddie this is what I was talking about

[sunshinereddie]

“I ran into someone today,” Wentworth Tozier announced through a mouthful of his dinner. “Eddie Kaspbrak.” 

Richie’s hand froze, his fork halfway to his mouth when he heard the name. “What?” 

His father nodded, casually going on as if what he said hadn’t just completely rocked Richie’s world. “Your old friend, Eddie,” he said, as if Richie didn’t know exactly who Eddie Kaspbrak was. “I ran into him at the supermarket. I was surprised to see him, last I knew he had left Derry. Where was it he went off to?”

“New York, wasn’t it?” Maggie Tozier chimed in. She looked over to Richie and gestured at him with her fork. “I remember, you went to go see him there once. What’s he doing back in town?” 

“Said he was visiting his mother,” Went explained while Richie was still reeling in shock. He turned his attention to his son. “How long has it been since you two have seen each other?” 

Richie finally broke out of his trance of surprise, looking up at his father, but not directly meeting his eyes. “I don’t know,” he muttered, pushing his food around his plate. “Five, six years? We kind of drifted apart during college...” That was a bit of an understatement, but Richie didn’t want to get into the truth with his parents. 

“Such a shame,” Maggie said, resting her chin in her hand. “He was such a lovely boy.” 

“Well, from the ten-minute conversation we had, he seems exactly the same,” Went reassured her. “Looks exactly the same, as well, but you can see all that for yourself.” 

Richie didn’t like the sound of that. “What do you mean?” 

“I invited him over for dinner.” 

Richie’s fork dropped out of his grip. “You what?!” 

His father shrugged innocently. “What’s the matter? He was your best friend growing up, and he practically spent half his childhood in this house, the way you two were always so close. I told him to come over for dinner, tomorrow. I thought you’d be happy to see him again.” 

Richie dropped his head into his hands, his mind spinning, as he wondered in a panic how the hell he was going to face Eddie Kaspbrak- his childhood crush, the first boy he ever fell in love with (and never fell out of love with), who he impulsively kissed during a drunken confession in college, and hasn’t spoken to since. 

Read Part 2 here!

#idk what this is #but i had the idea and wanted to do something with it so. here you go #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #reddie hc #reddie headcanon #reddie ficlet #it #it au #it hc #it 2017 #it 2019

[femmescooter]

Health Inspector Blues

“…and there’s the employee washrooms in the back.” Bev finished rattling off, popping her nicorette gum for emphasis. She waved her hand magnanimously at by far the cleanest washroom Ben had ever seen in a restuarant. “Any questions, new kid?”

Ben shook his head, trying to remember everything the tiny redhead had told him in their ten-minute tour. He was only the bar back for now, taking over from Bill, the main bartender when he “went on a retreat”. He had thought that was a euphemism until Bev, the FOH manager, winked at him and told him Bill liked to fuck off to the woods for months on end and emerge with some weirdo short stories.

The whole restuarant was sparkling clean, not just the washrooms. It was almost surreal, coupled with the aggressive amount of informational posters in the staff areas. Everything from hand-washing instructions to the dangers of botulism when canning was plastered over every spare bit of wall that was out of sight of the customers. And the posters themselves were scribbled over in the margins, neat edits mixing with jokes and doodles and even what Ben swore was a recipe for pho ga over an official poster describing unsafe food temperatures.

It did clash horribly with the actual restaurant’s decor, which was bright, colourful and almost a bit too loud if someone had asked Ben (he wished the designer had taken advantage of the lovely vintage wood wall in a way that didn’t involve kitchsy neon, but no one ever asked him), but he couldn’t help but feel reluctantly charmed.

Reluctantly charmed was also the likely response people had to his new boss, chef-owner Richie Tozier.

Richie was friendly, funny and a bit loud but Ben didn’t mind. His friend, Mike, worked here as a server between shelving at the library and said he was paid on time and had family meal every day they were open. So that was nice.

Ben was watching Bev walk him through changing a keg (it felt too awkward to tell her he knew how to do that already) when he noticed a very pretty, very grumpy looking short guy standing outside the door.

“Should I, um, tell him we’re closed?” He offered, indicating the door.

Bev’s face lit up and she whipped her head around to holler at the back: “Richie, your beau is here!”

“Fuck yeah, let him in!” Came an equally loud holler in response.

Richie’s beau turned out to be a health inspector with a clipboard named Eddie Kaspbrak. He wasn’t wearing his uniform but he introduced himself as “Eddie Kaspbrak, health inspector” to Ben before Richie came barreling out of the kitchen.

He skidded to a stop by almost crashing into the bar, grinning widely.

“Eds!” He crowed, “You came!”

“You invited me.” Eddie snapped back, “And don’t call me Eds, I’ve told you a million times—.”

“Look, look, I fiddled with the bleach ratio and it should be perfect now.” As he spoke, Richie opened the bar door and pulled Eddie through and into the back with him, ducking around Stan.

Beside Ben, Bev returned to the keg.

“Don’t stress about the health inspection, new kid, that’s just Eddie.” She told him. “He gave us a passing grade months ago but Richie’s invited him back basically every week to show off just how clean the restuarant is now.”

“Why?”

Stan, the other chef, was now digging into the bar fridge.

“Richie’s obsessed with him and they’re both stupid.” He said, emerging with a single lime. As they watched, he started peeling it like a clementine.

“You okay to slice some lemons?” Bev asked Ben, digging around in her apron until she found a package of cigarettes. Ben nodded.

Now alone, the restaurant as as quiet as it could get. There was the hum of the sanitizer behind him, the soft clacks of his knife hitting the chopping board.

It was quiet enough that he could hear people talking softly behind him.

Ben’s momma had told him not to easvedrop. But in this case, he couldn’t help it.

“…understand why you keep doing this.”

“Aw, Eds, you know why.”

A soft groan of frustration. “It’s not you, Richie. I don’t eat at any restaurants.”

“You’re killing me here.” Richie’s voice was softer than Ben had heard before. “I’m really trying.”

“It’s not… I know. No one’s ever tried as hard as you before.”

“At keeping a clean kitchen?”

“You know what I mean.” Eddie sounded fond. It was sweeter than reluctantly charmed.

“I swear, you won’t get tuberculosis from my food or whatever. Scouts honour.”

“I don’t even know if that’s what I’m worried about anymore.”

“What if…” And Ben had to strain to hear. “What if it wasn’t here? What about my place?”

“…Would you literally cook for me?”

“Of course, Eds. I’ve been trying to for months.”

“Jesus.” A laugh. “Fuck it. Okay. Yeah, Richie, I’ll let you cook for me.”

Ben expected him to cheer. But Richie was quiet, so quiet that Ben jumped as he suddenly opened the BOH door.

“Hey,” And Richie’s whole face was lit up, smile wide but sincere, “new kid. Can you tell Bev and Stan that we’re not opening today? I’ve got a private dinner date.”

And he did just that.

@reddieweek

#reddieweek #reddieweek occupation swap #reddieweek day 2 #reddie #reddie fic #reddie ficlet #health inspector Eddie #chef Richie #this is SO late #but I got it in!!!!! #wrote this read it through once and then posted so apologies for any typos #I just think this dynamic is cute

[lemonleafloser]

Ok so I keep getting adult Reddie feels every time I listen to Birdhouse in Your Soul by They Might Be Giants.

Like I keep thinking that Richie rediscovers this song later on when him and Eddie have gotten together after Chapter Two and it annoys Eddie because “The song doesn’t make any sense, Richie” and is met with the reply “but that’s what makes it even better, Spagheds!”

Eventually after a month or so, Richie gets back home and hears that familiar jam of a song and finds Eddie singing along to it under his breath while cleaning or cooking or something and when he finally meets Richies eyes “ok, I’m starting to see the appeal” with Richie staring back at him with a wide grin before wrapping his arms around Eds waist from behind and singing “Not to put too fine a point on it, Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet…” to which Eddie tells him to fuck off but turns around to face him singing back “Make a little birdhouse in your soul”

#word vomit #reddie is real #reddie #reddie ficlet #should I write a disgustingly fluffy fic with this idea? #seriously I love my two dads so much #domestic bliss #stupid homophobic alien clown #absolute fluff #I live vicariously though this shit #it chapter 2 #it chapter two #richie and eddie #eddie and richie #headcannons make me feel better #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #I can’t digest knowledge because this ship takes precedence over my whole brain istg

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve tries to prep Eddie into being more cautious. Eddie's sitting outside his trailer park when he sees a white van off in the distance. The doors are opened, and there's a sign propped up next to it: FREE KITTENS. Eddie gasped and jumped off his porch, running straight for the van. He peered inside and started to meow. All of a sudden, a bag was placed over his head, and he was pushed inside. Eddie started to scream. The van door slammed shut, and then it drove off. A few minutes later, it came to a stop, and the bag was taken off. Eddie peered into the lovely hazel eyes of his boyfriend.

"Are you serious?! This is the third time that I kidnapped you!" Steve yelled. "Do NOT approach the van."

"Where the fuck are the cats, Steven?" Eddie shrieked.

"I don't know why you bother. It's not like anyone would keep him. He'd annoy them into letting him go," Robin said. "Just like with the actual kidnappers."

"You get actually kidnapped and thrown into the back of someone's van ONCE," Eddie complained.

"Did you really think they had James Hetfield in the back of that van, Eddie?" Steve asked.

". . . Yes. If we learned anything from there being interdimensional monsters, Steve, is that anything is possible," Eddie said.

Steve slapped a hand to his face while Robin cackled. Steve had his work cut out for him to keep his boyfriend safe.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #robin buckley #lesbian robin buckley #robin & steve #platonic stobin #robin & eddie #platonic reddie #steddie ficlet #stranger things fanfiction

[seecarrun]

Eddie is a horrible, awful, absolutely despicable human being.

But in his defense, tele-therepy should be illegal for anyone as loud as Richie Tozier.

Eddie wasn’t trying to overhear Richie’s session, honest! But the laundry room is right next to Richie’s office, and when Richie wears his headphones, he has an even harder time controlling the volume of his voice than normal, allowing Eddie to hear just about everything said on Richie’s side of the conversation.

Eddie was in the process of switching over his whites from the washer to dryer when he hears him, muffled but unmistakable, in the next room.

“I mean, I can’t just tell him,” Richie says. And after a beat, totally scandalized and kind of bitchy, answers, “Uh, he could hear me?”

Eddie snorts to himself at that, tossing a pair of briefs into the dryer.

“He doesn’t,” Richie says now, matter-of-factly. “He won’t.”

Eddie tries to hurry along the process a little, beginning to feel guilty about ease-dropping, but the next thing he hears gives him pause, despite himself.

“I don’t want to ruin what we have with my stupid feelings. I just got him back, the last thing I want to do is push him away again.”

Methodically, Eddie shakes out a dress shirt, slower and quieter than usual. For….no reason.

“I’m not ‘using negative self-talk’,” Richie gasps, offended, “I’m being honest with myself, which is something you told me I need to practice in my day-to-day, Julie.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, absolutely siding with Julie on this one. Richie has the worst habit of going down doom spirals, concocting ridiculous and unfounded hypothetical scenarios to talk himself out of believing anything that could make him feel joy.

It’s infuriating, especially because Eddie knows he does the same.

“You’d understand if you met him,” Richie continues, sounding sad and almost…wistful? “There’s no way Eddie could love me back.”

Eddie immediately slams the dryer door shut and bolts from the room, not even turning the dryer on in his haste to get as far away as quickly as possible, overcome in a mixture of guilt, shock, panic, and, he flushes, excitement.

Holy shit.

#reddie #car’s fanfiction #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it 2019 #it chapter 2 #big shout out and apology to my counselor husband who would be horrified by the breach of confidentiality in this ficlet #sorry babe but it’s for loooove #I might actually finish this as a wholeass fic someday I kinda love it lol

[antisociallilbrat]

Okay I've talked about Stan's pet parrot named Whisper but now I wanna talk about Richie's ferret named Trash.

When the Losers were going to college and Richie dropped out (literally maybe a month after Bill did) Richie got lonely during the day. Bill was too busy with his writing to pay Richie any attention and we all know Richie needs it to survive.

So one day Richie went roaming out in town while all the Losers were in class and/or busy and he finds himself in a petstore.

There's this ratty looking creature in a cage all by himself and he's half off bc he's missing part of his ear. The creature is curled up in a sad ball and it slowly looks up at Richie as he approaches.

It was love at first sight.

Richie has never interacted with a ferret before, let alone know what they need for care, so yes it was a little bit reckless when he walked out of the store with the ferret and bag fulls of stuff he wasn't sure if he needed or not. (The store attendants were no help.)

Part of his purchase was fucking rabbit hay- that's how unsure he was about what a ferret needs, so he bought a bit of everything.

Naturally, Bill is the first one who meets the ferret when Richie brings him home.

"Stan and Eddie are going to muh-murder you."

*holds the ferret up Simba style* "But look at him! How could I leave him?!"

Bill chuckles when Richie tells him he's named the ferret Trash so he counts that as a win.

Like Bill said, Stan and Eddie lose their shit when they get home.

"That thing is not staying in my house Richard!"

"Do you know how many diseases it's probably carrying?!"

Look, Richie doesn't cry, he's never been one too, but while Stan and Eddie are scolding him, feeding off each other and oblivious to his hurting feelings, Richie starts to tear up. Mike cuts in and puts a stop to it, saying Richie can keep Trash if it makes him happy. Mike is the only Loser (besides Bev sometimes) that Stan and Eddie can't argue with.

Ben and Bill take Richie back out, to a better pet store, and actually buy the basics for Trash. Bev writes out a list for them after some quick little research. Then they all get the treat of watching Ben build the ferret cage, they like to watch his hands work.

Stan and Eddie still hate the ferret. They don't want to play with it, they're always harping on the smell, and overall they're just bitter bc Mike allowed Richie to keep it.

But they keep hearing all the rest of the Losers laughing in Richie's room from them watching Richie and Trash's antics. Bill tells them one day that he swears Trash is just Richie in animal form. Bev starts sewing little outfits for Trash and Ben builds Trash an elaborate tunnel system as one his class projects.

Eddie cracks first. He does his own research and finds out that ferrets don't carry diseases that can harm humans but actually they can catch colds from humans. When Richie gets the sniffles he tells him that maybe Trash should room with Bev or Bill until he's over his cold so that Trash doesn't catch it- 'but he totally doesn't care about the ferret'.

He keeps finding out all these fun facts about ferrets through his research and one day...he sneaks into Richie's room to finally meet the thing. Trash pounces on his feet the moment he's in the door and Eddie freaks out but then Trash backs up, doing his little ferret dance and okay Eddie falls in love with his little chirps. That's what does him in.

Richie is very smug when he comes home and sees that Eddie is still playing with Trash.

Stan takes a little bit longer. He's not mad about the ferret anymore, it's more of a principal thing. He's a stubborn bitch when he wants to be. He's perfectly okay ignoring that there's a ferret in Richie's bedroom.

Until he's home alone one day, a rare day off, and he's watching tv on the couch and slowly he ends up falling asleep. When he wakes up, there's a ferret sized lump in his lap.

Richie accidentally left his door cracked open.

He doesn't want to move the thing because he doesn't know how it'll react to being woken up. So he's kinda stuck there and eventually, hesitantly, he decides to try petting it. Trash snuggles closer in his lap.

Bev comes home and finds the pair, quickly taking a photo before he can stop her. He's fussing about it but when Bev tells him that Trash never snuggles with anyone he shuts up.

Stanley Uris loves feeling special and the fact that Trash will only cuddle with him wins him over- he's not happy about it. Yes he is.

#this somehow turned into a ramble/ficlet #🤨 #I wrote this as MY ferret is running around my room rn #she has already pounced on me #i've been surprised attacked #also for the love of God plz never buy ANY pet without doing your research #bad Richie! #also also ofc this was poly Losers #richie tozier #stanley uris #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #eddie kaspbrack #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #poly losers headcanons #poly losers #poly losers club #reddie #stozier #bichie

[dontcallmeeds]

“Aren’t you worried with the amount of writing you do that you’ll run out of fic ideas?”

Listen buddy.

My life has been a nightmare from the day I was born and I have an extensive imagination. I will use every story I got and put these motherfuckers in space before I run out of ideas.

#also yes yes I know I need to work on the steddie ring ficlet #pt four is coming I promise #I’m mostly talking about: #steddie #Reddie #fic writing #fic authors #fanfic #fanfic authors #ao3 #ao3 memes

[neverwasreddie]

thinking about writing angst™️ fics but for now until I actually write them full length here’s at least one headcanon:

Headcanon that eddie’s memories are slower to arrive (maybe that’s a plot relevant point, maybe not) but Richie remembers everything, like, right away, including “oh fuck eddie kaspbrak I’m in love with you,” whereas eddie is more so like “oh it’s my friends from childhood” but everything else is a little vague

So while richie is coming to terms with the fact that this is eddie kaspbrak the love of his goddamn life, eddie is walking and talking with one of the others basically saying shit like “can’t believe I have to deal with richie tozier again…”

And the other Loser is like ???? wat. And Eddie’s like “yeah??? I don’t remember much but all the glimpses of memory I’m getting, richie and I hated each other!” Because all his memory flashes are richie making annoying jokes about fucking Eddie’s mom, or pinching Eddie’s cheeks while eddie slaps him away, or the two of them shoving each other out of the hammock, and all of it is adding up in Eddie’s mind as wow, for some reason richie and I must have really hated each other, and he can’t figure it out but it’s the only thing that makes sense. Maybe as a group they’d all been close, but you can’t be best friends with every person in a 7-kid squad, so maybe he and Richie just tolerated each other for the sake of the group, but deep down beneath their squabbles their animosity ran deep.

It makes him irritable and hostile around Richie now, because Richie’s either making stupid fucking jokes about Eddie’s job or wife or sacrificing him, like, fuck off, dickwad. OR, and even worse, he’s overcompensating by, like, hanging way too close to eddie and watching him way too long and lingering like he’s waiting for eddie to say something to him, and eddie can’t figure it out because he’s got nothing to say to the guy, this raunchy dude he barely remembers.

It’s not until he sees richie in the deadlights and finds himself doing anything to get Pennywise’s attention to pull Richie out of danger that he realizes oh, wait, fuck, we were always just messing around with each other. We never hated each other, he was my best friend.

And it’s not until richie is rolling eddie out of the way and taking the full brunt of Pennywise’s claw through his chest, splattering his blood all over Eddie, that it hits eddie full force: oh, fuck, Richie loved me.

Loves, present tense.

Only now, maybe, loved, past tense again.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter 2 #reddie hc #reddie fic #reddie ficlet #reddie angst #it stephen king #it 2019

[sunshinereddie]

For the soft fic prompt thing could you maybe do number 3 or 30?

sorry anon that this took forever to reply to!!! hope you enjoy reading :D

3: forehead kisses

There were lots of things that Richie loved about his boyfriend.

He loved Eddie's smile, and the loud laugh that he let sometimes slip whenever he heard something really funny. He loved the way Eddie cared for him- both in a physical way, in making sure Richie ate lunch every day, as well as an emotional way, in giving Richie a shoulder to cry on and giving him loving reassurance whenever he felt down. He loved the way Eddie cuddled into him at night like a koala bear, wrapping his arms and legs around Richie so tightly that Richie wouldn't be able to get up if he tried (it's made Richie late for work a few times, but he doesn't mind in the slightest).

One of the other things that Richie loves about Eddie, is that Eddie is the perfect height for forehead kisses.

When Richie is cooking dinner and Eddie comes to stand beside him, Richie can easily plant a kiss on his forehead. When they're sitting on the couch together and Eddie falls asleep, he is always just at the perfect height and angle against Richie's chest for Richie to wake him up with a gentle kiss to his forehead. When Eddie comes home from a bad day at work and he walks straight into Richie's arms for some comfort, automatically tilting his head up ever so slightly to give Richie access to his forehead.

Richie showed his love for Eddie in a thousand different ways, but a gentle press of his lips to Eddie’s forehead was definitely one of his favourites.

BONUS: Growing up, Eddie had always… disliked his height. He had always been short than his friends, his classmates, and even throughout college and his young adult years, he always found himself to be one of the shortest in whatever group he was in.

For nearly 40 years, he had always disliked his height… until he started dating Richie, and discovered that he was just the right height to receive a forehead kiss from Richie.

For the first time in his life, Eddie hoped his growth spurt would never come.

30. ‘this is my husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner etc.’

"Oh my god, did you see who's over there?"

"No, who?"

"Over at the bar- that's Richie Tozier!"

"Who?"

Bill raised his eyebrows at his coworkers. "Richie Tozier?" he repeated. "The comedian? He's like, one of the most popular guys in comedy these days? He's starring in that upcoming movie with Brad Pitt?"

Beverly rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her drink. "You know I don't watch that kind of stuff, Denbrough."

"That's not the point," Bill said, looking back across the room to the tall, curly-haired man standing at the bar. "What the hell is Richie Tozier doing here, at our office party?"

"It's a public bar, Bill," Ben pointed out. "Ever think that maybe he's just here to get a drink?"

Stanley frowned. "A rich, world-famous comedian is getting a drink in a tiny, crowded, 2-star pub in Brooklyn?" He shook his head as he watched the comedian chat animatedly with the bartender. "Doesn't add up."

"Well, you can't be implying that he's here for the office party, right?" Mike said.

"No, but, I mean there must be a reason-"

"Hi, everyone."

While they were all indeed curious about Richie Tozier's attendance at their little party, Stanley's theory was cut short by a new addition to their table as Eddie Kaspbrak squeezed himself into the spot in between Beverly and Mike.

Eddie Kaspbrak was very much a part of this little office friend group, though he was the most mysterious out of all of them. He didn't talk much about his personal life... or anything other than work, really. So while things like Stanley's marriage and kid on the way, Beverly's side business, and the novel that Bill was attempting to write when he wasn't in the office were all common knowledge amongst them, the most that any of them really knew about Eddie was that he was married- and only because of the ring on his finger, not because he had told them. They were all definitely curious about the mysterious life of Eddie Kaspbrak, but they also respected him enough not to pry.

They all returned cheerful hello's and how are you's in reply to Eddie, but when Bill noticed the comedian at the bar move out of the corner of his eye, their conversation from before quickly resumed. "Hey, Eddie, do you know who Richie Tozier is?"

Eddie's eyes widened slightly, and if Bill wasn't mistaken, he seemed to have the slightest hint of a smile on his face. "I've heard of him," Eddie replied.

"Well, he's here, apparently," Beverly said. "And Bill's getting all excited about it."

"I am not getting all excited about it," Bill said, to which Beverly grinned. "I'm just wondering why he's here."

"Maybe you should go ask him," Ben suggested. "Maybe he'll even give you his autograph."

"Oh, shut it, Hanscom."

"What do you think, Eddie?" Mike asked, after the laughter and Bill's blush had died down. "Any ideas on why a famous celebrity would be here, at this bar, at our office party?"

Eddie glanced between his friends, his cheeks flushing a light pink. He looked almost nervous, but the smile on his face seemed to grow. "Ah," he said after a few moments of thought. "Well, actually, you see-"

"Eds!"

A voice cut through the music playing and all the conversation around them, and when Bill looked over to the source, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Richie Tozier was walking towards them, a big grin on his face, and his eyes set on Eddie. Bill thought he must be mistaken, that Richie Tozier was definitely not approaching them, that he was calling for someone else who just happened to have a similar nickname to Eddie, there was just no way...

So Bill could only watch in amazement and confusion as Richie Tozier stopped directly beside Eddie, and handed him one of the drinks in his hand. "They didn't have your favourite wine," Richie said as Eddie took the glass. "Or your second favourite, either. So I got your third favourite, which I know is not ideal, but it's the best this place and their pathetic wine selection could do."

Nobody could quite believe what they were seeing, or hearing. The five of them had worked with Eddie for almost six years now, and collectively they probably knew five facts about Eddie Kaspbrak... but somehow, celebrity comedian Richie Tozier has the knowledge of Eddie's favourite type of wine, as well as his second, and third? And he even has a nickname for Eddie, who as far as Bill knew, hated when people tried to give him a nickname?

Eddie glanced down at his wine, not looking too happy about having to settle for his third choice, but looked back up to Richie with a smile and thanked him anyways. Richie beamed proudly as he took a sip of his own drink, before glancing over to the group standing around them, and the five pairs of eyes staring at them in surprise. "So, Eds," Richie said. "You gonna introduce me to your friends or what?"

Eddie returned his attention back to his friends, and Bill noticed that his blush was even more prominent now, though his smile was as big as Bill had ever seen it. "Right," he said. "Uh, Richie, these are some of my coworkers, the ones I told you about- this is Bill, Mike, Beverly, Stanley, and Ben." Richie eagerly shook each of their hands, greeting them with a genuine-sounding, Pleasure to meet 'ya!

Eddie hesitated for a few moments after Richie let go of Ben's hand, as though he was trying to figure out what to say next, but was having trouble. Bill found this rather odd, as at work Eddie never seemed to have a problem with speaking in their meetings, but Bill was still trying to process the fact that Richie Tozier was standing in front of him and just shook his hand, that he didn't spend too much time pondering over Eddie's behaviour.

Finally, after taking another sip of his third-choice wine, Eddie spoke up again. "Guys, I'd like you to meet Richie- my husband."

#love is stored in a forehead kiss <3 #THANKS FOR REQUESTING!!! #reddie #reddie ficlet #reddie hc #reddie au #it #it au #writing prompts #writing ask #it 2017 #it 2019

[femmescooter]

A Maine Vampire in LA

It wasn’t that hard, being a famous vampire in LA. Not nearly as hard as opening for a chronically-late heroin addict and having to improvise another tight five while the audience only seemed interested in shouting out guesses about her bra size.

Fuck you, Dave.

And fuck Richie too for turning that story into a bit for her West Coast tour.

But now she was rich and famous. She hardly remembered having to crouch behind a dumpster, sucking down radioactive rat blood.

New York was a toxic place to try and start a comedy career, literally and figuratively, and she had skipped town for sunny LA while trying to figure out why the fuck she had tried to live in that hellhole in the first place. The pizza wasn’t even that good.

Not that she knew.

Richie was a non-sleeping, non-eating, blood-sucking monster, a walking corpse barely animated by preying on innocents, but hey. So were all her friends in the industry. At least she never forgot to wear sunscreen.

Once a month, a guy who didn’t ask questions or tell her anything showed up at her door with a tasteful glass bottle. It wasn’t human, that much she knew. He had been hired by Steve, who also didn’t ask questions and refused to hear anything past: “So I’ll need blood delivered once a week—.”

She was happy like this, until. Until a phone call. Until a frantic flight to Maine, nauseated by memories.

Until she locked eyes with Emily Kaspbrack.

She wanted, so badly. Richie hadn’t drunk human blood since—

Since Emily, offering her palm, as Richie cried on her sewer-filthy shoulder and drank the blood out of the cut and cried and drank and cried and drank until Emily said she was getting dizzy. Richie had ran away from her so fast that Emily had to show up at her window that night, furious and stubborn and lovely, and say: “You’re my best friend. IT changed you, whatever, but don’t be stupid.”

She had to sit there re-remembering, as the others ate their Chinese food, how she had fed from Emily and Richie burned from the inside out.

It had been the best thing she’d ever tasted, over and over again. The other losers had offered and Emily had gotten weird and snapped at them and clambered over Richie like it was okay. It was okay to be a monster and drink her best friend’s blood because they were RichieandEmily.

The slimy truth of self-hatred, always writhing in her dead veins, drove her outside to try and smoke out the overwhelming need for Emily’s blood.

Emily didn’t even try to sneak up on her outside, just stomped right over from the door and snatched the lit cig out of her hand, grinding it out before Richie had a chance to complain.

Richie, trying to pretend like her hands weren’t shaking with the overwhelming image of her blood on her tongue, raised on eyebrow. “Here to give me a health lecture, pipsqueak?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Emily’s cheeks were so pink, visible even in the night air. Richie was pretty sure she was close to drooling. “Bite me.”

Richie tried not to wince. “Poor choice of words.”

“I’m being literal, asshole. Bite me.”

This was too much. “Emily, no—“

“Richie.” Emily’s voice was deadly serious and her big brown eyes were locked on hers with the intensity of a religious martyr. “I have missed you my whole life. I want you to get over yourself and bite me.”

Richie was now pretty sure she was close to crying instead. “Ems, I can’t.”

“Sure you can.” Emily snuck her arms around her waist, peeking up at her. She smelled so delicious, like warmth and life and sunlight. Richie just wanted a taste of it, just enough to keep her going…

Emily reached up and wrapped her fingers in Richie’s hair, gently but insistently pulling towards the divot where her shoulder met her neck. “You must be hungry after all those years. And we’re going to kill a clown tomorrow. If IT gets to you because you were too stupid to take what I can give you, I’ll reanimate you just to drive a stake through your heart.”

Richie let out a low groan, lips pressed to the soft barrier of her skin. Her blood pulsed below her mouth, as inviting as anything she’d ever know.

“If anything happens to you,” Richie said, voice rough, “I’m burning this town to the ground.”

Emily laughed and Richie sank her teeth into bliss.

#reddieweek #reddie #fem!reddie #vampire!richie #vampire richie #femme reddie #reddieweek mythical creatures #reddie ficlet #reddie fic #it 2017 #it 2019 #it ch 1 #it ch 2 #I wrote this in a hour and there is NO editing so live with that I guess #I might edit this up and post it to ao3 at some point but I was in a frenzy

[liouxcifer]

it was such a stupid fucking joke. a knee-slapper, the kind to make you scoff first, and roll your eyes, but the more you think about it, the funnier it gets. it was a stupid fucking joke and for the life of me i can’t remember what it was. knowing me, it was probably vaguely offensive, or some shitty innuendo - but, also knowing me, and knowing i would have told the joke only to make you laugh, it was probably just a pun. and it was probably a pun i didn’t understand, but one i learned because i knew you’d like it. a stupid fucking joke and i don’t remember it and i have spent so many sleepless nights with my hands folded over my stomach, stoned out of my mind, staring warmly at the ceiling of my room fishing in my brain for it so i could maybe make you laugh like that again. i leafed through a mental rolodex of jokes i kept handy. i thought for so long. and even though i couldn’t remember the joke, i remember the feelings that came with it. 

a stupid fucking joke and you were howling with laughter. it might’ve been because we were high and everything was funnier than it should’ve been. you laughed, your head tipped back, and your laughter was shrill and high-pitched and almost like a screech, that laugh you always bit back because you were so embarrassed by it. your head tipped back and that fucking Superman cowlick flicked off your forehead and your pink lips stretched into a half-breathless grin and and tears sprung in your eyes. your body tilted back and one of my hands shot to the space between your shoulder blades because i was worried you might just accidentally pitch yourself backwards off the wall and my other hand gripped the wall so tight i felt the cinderblocks scrape my fingertips and it wasn’t because i was losing balance but because i couldn’t believe how warm you were, even in the winter, even through your jacket. 

i was laughing too, giddy and stunned, tears in my half-lidded bloodshot eyes but not because i was laughing but because sometimes they filled with tears when i thought about your smile, or the way i felt when you said my name. everyone was laughing and i ducked my head against your shoulder as i laughed at that stupid fucking joke and i didn’t know what i was doing until i did it. but i begged “please,” i mouthed it right into your shoulder, i could feel the fabric of your shirt against my lips and my teeth and i could smell your detergent when my nose bumped against your shoulder, “please love me.”

a stupid fucking joke.

#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #stephen king it #it 2017 #reddie fanfic #reddie fic #ficlet #fanfic #richie and eddie #richie #eddie

[thatweriddoodles]

OkAy hi yes, so this is a present for @sunshinereddie for reaching 1k followers (which was a bit ago) and also their birthday that they mentioned (may have also missed that??)

Anyway their reddie fics and ficlets bring me a lot of joy, and I always think about this one post about eddie being a picky eater and just, the true love from deep understanding and respect you know?

#i could keep rambling #anyway first time drawing Richie and eddie but i think it looks good #reddie #it #it 2016 #it 2 movie #it 2019 #it chapter 2

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve secretly reads Dracula and Anne Rice. He secretly likes vampires. Man. Woman. He thinks they're hot. Now imagine Eddie coming back as one, and Steve is just showing as much skin as possible to let him know he's available for biting. He stretches his neck out, dragging his fingers across his skin. He's literally doing anything to let him know he's available for biting. Steve literally circled the moles on his neck that look like vampire bites. Meanwhile, Eddie is struggling because he can smell his arousal and is trying to play hard to get with Steve. Finally, he storms into Robin's room, stressed.

"You said playing hard to get would be fun!" Eddie exclaimed. "This is NOT fun!"

"Oh, yeah, no. It's fun for me," Robin said casually as she popped a piece of candy in her mouth.

"Why did I come to you?!" Eddie asked.

"I don't know, why did you come to me?" Robin asked.

"You know, you're pretty relaxed around a vampire who has the power to kill you," Eddie said.

"Oh yeah. Do it. Kill me. I dare you," Robin said, staring him down, and when he collapsed on the floor, she smiled. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

It all gets resolved when Steve and Eddie get together. They do get back at her by giving her bad advice with Vickie, which Vickie later thought was funny. Robin did not.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #robin buckley #robin & steve #platonic stobin #robin & eddie #platonic reddie #robin and eddie have sibling energy #vampire!eddie munson #steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie ficlet

[seecarrun]

“Rich? Is that you, sweetheart?” Maggie calls from kitchen.

“What would you have done if it wasn’t?” Richie asks her with a smirk when she comes into the foyer, drying her hands off with a dish towel.

Unfortunately for Richie, she doesn’t take the bait. “I thought you were going over to Eddie’s after school.”

Richie pouts before he can stop himself. “He’s sick.”

Maggie frowns. “Actually sick, or sick?” she asks, complete with air quotes on the second ‘sick’ that make Richie actually chuckle a little.

“Actually sick. Believe it or not,” he answers. “Big Bill went to pick him up this morning and said he looked like death warmed over.”

Maggie sighs, then turns on her heel and shuffles back into the kitchen. “I have some chicken noodle soup in the freezer, I’ll just give it a thaw and you can go bring it over to him.”

Richie makes a face and follows her. “Dude, what? I don’t wanna get his nasty ass germs!”

“Language,” she says simply, pulling an old take-out container filled with frozen soup out of the freezer. “And please, Richard. Like you weren’t planning on sneaking out tonight to bring him a care package already. At least this will have actual nutrition.”

Richie tries to will down his blush, but his mom shoots him a knowing smile and he knows when he’s been beat.

“Whatever,” he grumbles, striding towards the stairs as his mom chuckles. “Just call me when it’s ready.”

#reddie #car’s fanfiction #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #maggie tozier #I’m sick 🥲 dang kid keeps bringing me daycare plague so enjoy this mom and sick themed little ficlet lol #good parents Maggie and Went