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reddie-fangirl24 · 17 days
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reddie-fangirl24 · 1 month
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This is so cute!
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Eddie would definitely make the first move
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reddie-fangirl24 · 1 month
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Should never have cut that dialogue.
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"Shut up! We gotta get him out of here!"
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"We gotta get him out of here right now, I can't fucking leave him like this man! What the fuck is wrong with you? You wanna leave him down here? Are you nuts?"
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"No!"
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reddie-fangirl24 · 1 month
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Meeting (A Reddie Fanfic)
Note: I have been trying to write more Reddie fics. This is based on a Phoebe and Joey moment from Friends.
“Eds, I’m telling you! It’s weird that she shows up here after three months and now she’s got something to say to you?” Richie followed his friend all around his apartment. It annoyed Eddie, but who cares? Richie noticed that he put on some nice clothes to meet with his ex-wife.
“I can’t ignore her, Richie. She’s my ex-wife. We were married for 15 years,” Eddie told him, putting his wallet in his pocket.
“Tell me how you survived that again?” Richie joked though he was being serious. 
Eddie groaned, craning his neck to the stained ceilings of his small apartment. Of all the apartments, Richie still had no idea why Eddie chose this one. “It’s important for us to communicate. I can’t just drop all communication and ignore her forever.”
“Remind me what you have to talk about?”
“Would you stop being an asshole?” Eddie spat, turning a little too fast to meet his eyes. He briefly held his chest, wincing. Alert, Richie put a comforting hand on his shoulder and handed Eddie his pain medication. Those stitches have to be on for another three months. Beyond that, Eddie had a further recovery to meet. 
Although they all lived together, Richie didn’t see why Eddie chose this apartment for himself. He was adamant when it came down to picking. The hospital told him that he needed a lot of care and shouldn’t be alone. The other Losers probably knew more than he did about his feelings, but Richie knew rooming with Eddie was a dead giveaway. 
“You know I’m going to say ‘I told you so’ if she’s going to hurt you,” Richie shrugged his shoulders once Eddie downed the pills.
“Don’t be surprised if you’re going to eat your own words, Trashmouth,” Eddie remarked in a sing-song voice. His face was so close to Richie’s. Was everyone’s breath as warm as Eddie’s? Richie felt his face heating up. What were they arguing about again? 
Eddie walked down the apartment stairs (as carefully as he could) and made his way to the Losers’ favorite hangout spot. They always crowded the big couch in the corner of the place. It was just like the old days. Now they were making up for lost time.
Myra was sitting outside at one of the tables. From the looks of her sad expression, Eddie wondered if he should have listened to Richie.
“Hi Myra,” Eddie greeted, sitting down with her. It’s odd how they’d been doing this for fifteen years. However, Eddie tried to make a quick exit in the morning so he wouldn’t have to listen to Myra’s nagging.
“Eddie, I need to tell you something,” she began, not looking into his eyes.
“What is it? Are you sick? Or did you lose the house? I know I should have talked to the bank about...”
“No, it’s not that. I’m okay and... I’m selling the house.”
Eddie blinked. “Selling? Are you moving?”
“Yes,” she cleared her throat. “I’m moving in with someone.”
“Oh? Is it your friend Annie? You mentioned she was trying to find a roommate.”
Myra paused and then said. “I’m moving in with Gerald.”
“Gerald?” Upon thinking for a moment, Eddie slowly had a realization. “From work?”
“You see, our divorce came at a good time, and I wasn’t expecting you to intricate it,” Myra explained, looking guilty into his eyes. “Gerald and I have been seeing each other for the last two years. I didn’t want to, Eddie, but he’s different. When I am with him I am not so...”
“Controlling?” Eddie stared hard into the table.
Myra scowled. “I was going to say anxious. It’s nothing against you, Eddie, but your anxiety was a lot for me to handle. And your mother, too. I felt like I became this person who was always berating her son because I had no idea how you’d react to a situation. One minute you’re worried about hydroplaning and then when I remind you, it doesn’t bother you anymore!”
If he stared hard enough into the table, maybe Eddie could burn a hole. People passed by during their conversation, going about in their own happy lives. Eddie felt guilty about the divorce, but no, there was nothing worse than this.
Just then, a car drove up close to the cafe. By the nervous look on Gerald’s face, he knew Myra told Eddie the news.
“Well, we’d better be going,” Myra stood up. She walked closer to Eddie, quickly putting her hand on his shoulder in comfort. The feeling was not mutual. “Goodbye.”
Eddie heard the car door slam and then it drove away.
Don’t start crying. Don’t start crying.
His hands shaking, Eddie hastily stood up from his seat, almost tipping it over. He ran straight into Richie.
“Eds,” Richie started, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
Eddie took a deep breath, though his countenance was breaking. “Richie, don’t you fucking tell me ‘you told me so.’ This is not the right time...” His voice crumbled from there.
“No, no, Eddie. Aw, come here, buddy.” Richie pulled Eddie into his arms. Just feeling Richie’s warm embrace made him feel safe. A small tear trickled down his cheek. His chest felt so heavy. Eddie didn’t realize his whole body was trembling. “My best friend needs me. Who says I’m going to give you a hard time?” He wanted to kiss Eddie’s forehead, but he refrained. Oh, it was so hard not to. 
Eddie sniffled, burying his face in Richie’s shoulder. They were hugging in the middle of the sidewalk. He noticed a small boy look at them and whisper something to his mother. It didn’t matter.
“I just can’t believe she’d do that...”
“Don’t think about it. I know it hurts. But Eddie...” Richie pulled away, staring at him with those warm sincere eyes that made Eddie feel like he belonged. And loved. “You don’t need her. You’ll find someone else. And you got us.”
Eddie smiled a bit, removing a fallen tear. “Thanks, Richie.”
Richie giggled, mischievously. Before he could tap his cheek, Eddie stopped his wrist. “Don’t even try it, Tozier!”
“Your reflexes have improved, I see!” Richie laughed. They almost started wrestling with each other and laughed again. More people looked at them strangely. Oh, it was nothing new. Just as long as Eddie wa laughing and smiling.
“Come on, I’ll buy you a marshmallow latte,” Richie guided him into the cafe.
“That’s your favorite drink!”
“You like it too!”
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reddie-fangirl24 · 7 months
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what about K for your ask game? ❤️
I am not sure why I stopped writing it but I was writing a Losers Club/Poseidon Adventure crossover. They got angst.
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reddie-fangirl24 · 7 months
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reddie-fangirl24 · 7 months
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Mini Golf Championship
“I can’t believe you talked me into mini golf, Richie,” Eddie leaned against the window as they drove into L.A.’s most popular mini golf course, Sherman Oaks Castle Park. They drove at least an hour to get here. Now he believed Richie when he told him that this was the mini golf place to be. Families were lined up at each hole. 
“What are you complaining about? You used to love mini golf!” Richie huffed as they parked.
“It’s just... mini golf? It’s kind of a kid thing,” Eddie said as they got out of the car.
“Listen, Mr. No-Fun, we gotta get you back into the fun risk-taking ‘I’m-jumping-off-a-cliff-even- though-my-mother-would-have-killed-me, I’m going to show you a good time today!” Richie planted a kiss right on his boyfriend’s lips. “And that doesn’t mean we’re doing it on the golf course!” He said in a hushed tone.
Eddie groaned and pushed him away. “You are really too much, you know that?”
Eddie and Richie strolled onto the mini golf course, playful bickering as they chose their clubs and balls. As they approached the first hole, Richie teased Eddie about his precise stance, while Eddie playfully mocked Richie's extravagant swings.
Eddie couldn't resist a playful jab at Richie, "You sure you're up for this, Trashmouth? I don't want you tripping over your own feet."
Richie smirked, pretending to be offended, "Please, Eds. I've got the grace of a swan. Just watch and learn."
By the third hole, Richie hit his ball with one good swing but Eddie decided to take up way too much time angling his ball and analyzing where to hit it. Whoever designed the course put too many rocks here.
"You know, Eds, it's just mini golf, not rocket science. You're studying the angles like you're about to build a skyscraper."
Eddie shot back with a smirk, "I like being prepared, unlike someone who can't even remember where they put their glasses half the time."
"Ouch, Eds, low blow," Richie feigned hurt, but his eyes twinkled with mischief.
As they navigated the colorful obstacles, their competitiveness shone through. This golf course was very different compared to others Eddie had been to (which wasn’t much in the past few years.) He tried to get Myra to play but she wouldn’t allow it. Aside from listening to music they really didn’t do much together. 
Eddie smirked when he scored a hole-in-one, and Richie countered with an impressive trick shot. Amidst their banter, they cheered each other on, reveling in the fun of the challenge. As the sun set, they found themselves neck and neck, their competitive spirits driving them forward.
“Are you cheating?” Richie asked him as he tallied up the scores. Eddie was in the lead.
“I don’t know if I trust YOU with the scorecard, Rich. Didn’t it take you six tries on one hole?”
“You’re talking about yourself, Einstein. We don’t have the memory of an elephant I suppose?”
As they continued their game, Eddie's ball rolled precariously close to the edge, and Richie pretended to swoop in dramatically to save it. Eddie rolled his eyes, but the sparkle in Richie's gaze made his heart skip a beat.
As they played, Richie's ball veered off-course and nearly hit Eddie's foot. Eddie jumped back, raising an eyebrow, "Watch where you're swinging that thing, Richie. You're gonna injure someone!"
Richie put on a dramatic show of remorse, "Oh no, my love, I would never hurt you. I shall use my club with the utmost care from now on." He presented his club in the air like a sword. The people behind them had no idea how to respond to their shenanigans. The mother of the two kids told them not to pay any attention to them.
The banter continued as they moved through the course, taking turns cheering each other on. At one particularly challenging hole, Eddie's ball bounced off the obstacles in an unexpected way, missing the hole narrowly. Richie couldn't resist teasing, "Looks like you need a math degree to calculate that shot, Eds."
Eddie pouted, "Shut up, Richie. It's not that easy."
"Don't worry, Eds. I'll show you how it's done," Richie boasted, taking his turn. But his shot ended up even further from the hole.
Eddie chuckled, "Oh, real smooth, Trashmouth. Real smooth."
As the sun began to set, they found themselves tied yet again. Richie grinned mischievously, "Looks like fate wants us to remain equals, Eddie."
Eddie smirked back, "Or maybe it's just destiny's way of telling us we're both terrible at mini golf."
Richie laughed, "Maybe it's a bit of both, but at least we're having fun, right?"
Eddie's expression softened, staring into his handsome boyfriend’s eyes. They’d been together for five months now. Just a month ago he got his stitches removed and he was healing properly. He never thought he could be so happy being with Richie Tozier. If only that didn’t lose all that time to that damned clown’s curse. "Yeah, we are. This is nice, Richie."
Richie's eyes softened too, "Yeah, it is. You’re a real trooper, Eds.”
“Don’t call me that or so help me I will whack you upside the head!”
“That’s an example for the little kiddies.”
Their hands brushed again, this time intentionally, and they exchanged a small kiss. 
As they reached the final hole, they were tied yet again. Eddie eyed Richie, "You better not cheat to win this time."
Richie feigned innocence, "Me? Cheat? Never!"
As they took their shots, to their surprise, both balls landed inches from the hole. They burst into laughter, realizing they were perfectly matched.
In the end, they decided to call it a draw and celebrated their friendly competition. Richie suggested grabbing ice cream, and Eddie agreed, knowing it would give them more time together.
"You know, Trashmouth, I might actually enjoy spending time with you."
Richie turned up his brow. "You haven’t already?”
“You know I have. It’s just hidden in my deep annoyance and hatred for you,” he laughed, making Richie giggle with him. 
“Thanks, Eds, I’ve always wanted to come here.”
“Wait, you’ve never been here?” Eddie asked, surprised.
“I’ve never had anyone to play with. You were the best... even if you used math and science to figure out how to put balls in holes.”
Laughing at the innuendo, they shared a meaningful look, and in that moment, they both knew that this mini golfing adventure was just the beginning of something truly special between them. They couldn’t wait to come back and challenge each other to another round. 
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reddie-fangirl24 · 7 months
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This is another Reddie quicksand story. Please let me know know you think of it and I may write more. Enjoy!
WARNING: Some NSFW, but nothing too explicit
On a warm fall evening, Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak stood at the edge of the secluded mud pit deep in the woods. They had stumbled upon this place a year ago, a forgotten quarry filled with thick, murky mud that had a magnetic pull on it. 
Eddie's eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked at Richie, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "You know, Richie, normal couples go to fancy restaurants or take trips for their anniversary. But no, we just had to find the weirdest way to celebrate ours."
Richie chuckled, wrapping an arm around Eddie's waist, and pulling him close. "Come on, Eds, sinking in quicksand has become our thing, and you know how much I love to make things memorable. We gotta see what dancing in it is like."
Eddie rolled his eyes affectionately, knowing that Richie's eccentricity was part of what made him fall in love with him in the first place.
"Alright, alright. But you better promise to keep me safe!” Eddie teased as Richie set up. While Eddie tied the rope to the tree, Richie actually brought along a radio to play their favorite song. Immediately, Unchained Melody flowed throughout the woods, igniting the mood.
Richie placed a gentle kiss on Eddie's forehead. "Always, Eds. You know I'd never let anything happen to you."
Kissing, they took the opportunity to undress one another. Putting their underwear off and throwing it to the side, they took a moment to look at each other once more, tenderly embracing.
Hand in hand, they stepped into the mud pit, feeling the squishy ground beneath their feet. Doing what they could before the movement was hindered, they swayed a bit, Richie attempting to spin Eddie, but the mud only tripped him up making him land on his rear end in the mud. They laughed it off as Richie helped him stand back up. 
As they descended further into the thick mud, hands embracing, their excitement grew. This was their special place, a world of their own where they could be themselves without judgment. Once they were waist-deep in the mud, Richie turned to Eddie with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Shall we dance, my dear?"
Eddie couldn't help but laugh, his nerves mixing with anticipation. "We shall, my crazy boyfriend."
With their arms interlocked, they began to move, trying to find a rhythm amidst the sinking sand. Richie led with his usual playful energy, his laughter echoing in the air. Eddie, ever the cautious one, followed his lead, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings and the rope tied in triple knots to the tree
With each pulsing movement, the mud embraced them, pulling them in a little deeper, as if the earth itself wanted to be a part of their celebration. As the quicksand intensified, their motions became slower, their moves constrained by the ever-tightening grip of the mud. 
"Richie, I can't believe we're dancing in quicksand.” Eddie nervously said, but he was still enjoying this. 
"Well, Eds, you know me. Always ready for an adventure, even if it means sinking to new depths,” Richie answered playfully.
“Just please, try to be serious for once, Richie."
Richie, smirking: "Serious? Me? Eddie, I'm just trying to keep the mood light, you know, like a dance in a sinking ballroom."
Eddie rolled his eyes again, but a hint of a smile played on his lips.
As the mud climbed higher, they moved closer together, their bodies pressed intimately against each other. Eddie's heart raced, not just from the mud pulling him in, but from the overwhelming love he felt for Richie. It was a love that had blossomed from their childhood days in Derry to this moment in the mud pit.
Richie held Eddie's gaze, a soft smile on his lips, knowing that he was the luckiest man in the world to have found someone who embraced every facet of his quirky personality. Eddie followed his partner's lead, their bodies moving gracefully despite the challenging circumstances. 
As the mud tugged at them, they held each other tighter, celebrating their love. The mud pit had always been a place of fun and playfulness, but tonight, it would become a metaphor for their relationship—being together, facing challenges, and embracing the unpredictable journey of life, all while holding each other close.
Lost in the joy of their anniversary celebration, Richie and Eddie continued their slow dance in the mud pit, their laughter and banter echoing through the woods.
"You're really getting into it, Eds! Who knew sinking in mud could be so much fun?"
"I have to admit, Richie, it's strangely exhilarating. But I wouldn't do this with anyone else, you know that, right?" Eddie answered, a genuine smile on his face.
Richie pulled Eddie close, planting a tender kiss on his lips. "Of course, Eddie. You're my one and only dance partner in this mud pit of love." Richie said in that soft tone that drove Eddie wild.
Eddie playfully swatted Richie's shoulder, enjoying the loving moment they shared. "You and your cheesy lines. But I love every bit of it."
“I love you,” Richie said to him, rubbing mud on his back.
Oh, that felt so good as Eddie rubbed his muddy hands down Richie’s chest to his belly. “I love you, trashmouth. You look like a chocolate bar in this quicksand.”
“You going to eat me alive?”
“I think something has already beat me to it.”
“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty,” Richie laughed at the irony.
The warm evening breeze carried their laughter, intertwining with the rustling leaves and the distant sounds of nature. With their movements limited, Richie and Eddie moved together in a slow, deliberate sway, their eyes locked.
"Can you believe it's been another year together? It feels like time has flown by,” Eddie asked him as the quicksand continued to tug at their bodies.
Richie smiled tenderly. "Yeah, it does, but every year with you has been the best one yet. You make every moment count, Eds."
As the quicksand crept higher, their bodies pressed closer together. In a moment of spontaneity, Eddie leaned in, capturing Richie's lips in a passionate kiss. Eddie rested his head on Richie's shoulder, reveling in the comfort of their embrace. "I love you so much, Richie. Thank you for making life so much more fun,” he whispered. 
Richie tightened his hold on Eddie, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. "I love you too, Eddie. You've always been there for me, and I promise to be there for you, no matter what."
They continued dancing, their movements becoming slower and more intimate. The quicksand's relentless pull became stronger, now up to their chests. 
"You know, Richie, part of me wishes we could just stay here forever, dancing in the mud,” Eddie said, wiping more mud on Richie’s chest, and playing with his hair.
Richie chuckled softly, "As much as I'd love that, Eds, we've got a whole world to explore together. And trust me, there will be plenty more crazy escapades ahead,” Richie said tenderly.
Eddie nodded, savoring the moment as they continued to sway to the rhythm of their hearts.
The sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the mud pit. As the bog reached their chins, Richie whispered to Eddie, "No matter what happens, I'm here with you, Eds. Always." 
Eddie nodded, feeling breathless at how the mud touched his chin. His voice trembled as he replied, "I know, Richie. I love you."
Just as the quicksand threatened to consume them entirely, their survival instincts kicked in. Pulling themselves out, they broke free from its grasp. Breathless and covered in muck, hand in hand, they shared one last romantic kiss, holding one another’s soft skin in an embrace.
“I’ll always remember this anniversary,” Eddie whispered to Richie, fixing his glasses for him.
“Yeah, it was a sinking good time!”
“You’re terrible at jokes!” Eddie laughed.
“Says the guy who laughs like a hyena. Come on, let’s go back and take a shower,” Richie helped him to his feet.
After putting their clothes back on they walked back through the woods, leaving the mud pit behind. They knew that their love would always be an adventure—a dance through life, facing each twist and turn together, embracing every moment, and cherishing the love that had brought them here.
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reddie-fangirl24 · 8 months
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Love this!
Before they get together, Eddie almost reveals his feelings when he was ranting about his co-workers annoying kids. "Little pieces of sht. I swear, Richie, our ki-"
Eddie course corrects by saying the Losers' kids in general. Richie was almost hopeful for a second but he dims the hope down and just says "I think you'd make an amazing daddy, Spaghetti." in the most sincere way that Eddie's ever heard from him.
This prompts Eddie to word vomit that he's a bad cop and he'd need a good cop parent. Richie agrees and Eddie angrily yells "I'm trying to fucking say that I want you, you dick!"
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reddie-fangirl24 · 8 months
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I can see them doing this!
i love to imagine one year for eddies birthday, richie gets him the most hilarious and stupid and useless gag gift ever and he and eddie both have a good laugh about it at the time but then richie ultimately forgets about it….. until a few months later when eddie re-wraps the present and re-gifts it to richie for HIS birthday. these two dorks think that this is THE funniest thing ever and so now for both of their birthdays every year they just re-gift that present back and forth to each other, but every time they act like it’s the first time they’ve seen it and act like it’s the best gift they’ve ever received. no one else understand how funny this is, only them.
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reddie-fangirl24 · 8 months
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This is for @dingustozier who requested a story for Stanley to have a nice day. I hope you enjoy the story!
A year had passed since the Losers' Club faced their second harrowing battle with Pennywise the Dancing Clown. To celebrate their reunion, Stanley was the one who suggested that they meet up. Though they lived in different parts of the U.S., nobody hesitated with Stan’s idea. Immediately they suggested ideas about where and when to meet.
The day was warm and sunny, and the Losers decided to gather at Mike Hanlon's new farmhouse once he settled down in Florida. As they arrived one by one, they greeted each other with warm hugs and smiles, grateful to see that they were all still alive and well, Eddie and Stanley especially for that matter. 
Eddie’s wound was all healed up and he recently got his stitches out. Thanks to the physical therapy he didn’t need the use of a cane anymore. Stanley’s wrists would always have scars... Thinking about his heroic and inexcusable act made him cringe. 
As they settled into the farmhouse, eating the delicious dinner Mike made for them and drinking beers, they shared stories of their lives over the past few months. A lot had changed in the losers’ lives for the better. They marveled at how they had all grown up and succeeded in their respective fields, despite the trauma they had faced.
As the Losers settled around the table in Mike's farmhouse, Beverly raised her glass and said, "To us, the Losers' Club.”
"To the Losers!" they all echoed, clinking their beer glasses together. It had been a year since they defeated the demonic clown and were all reunited after 20+ years apart. Stanley smiled, happily sitting with his wife Patty, appreciating that the Losers wanted him to come to their reunion. After all... he tried to off himself at the mere thought it would get him out of rejoining the battle with Pennywise.
Richie turned to Beverly and asked, "So, Bev, when are we going to see your latest designs on the runways of Paris?"
Beverly blushed, grateful for the distraction, "Oh, come on, Richie. They're not that good. But who knows, maybe someday. For now, I'm just happy to be with all of you." She intertwined her hand with Ben’s who stared adoringly at her.
Eddie, pretending to be serious, said, "Well, since we're all showing off our talents, I brought my medical bag just in case someone here manages to injure themselves while raising a glass." Eddie quit his awful boring job as a risk analyst to pursue a dream that he always wanted. Regardless, it was going to take a long time, but Eddie was determined.
Richie joked, "Oh yeah, Doctor Kaspbrak to the rescue! Someone should get hurt just for the fun of it." He kissed his cheek.
Stanley rolled his eyes, "Please, Richie, not even you can make injuries fun."
“Hmm, are you imposing a little game, Stan-the-man?”
“What are you talking about, Richie?”
“Should I make a comedy routine out of injuries? You attacked my intellect all the time. That counts as an injury, right? Patty, can I get your insight?”
Patty laughed at all the nonsense as Stanley rolled his eyes. Still, it was going to return to the memories. He missed this.
As the evening progressed, they shared more stories about their lives and experiences. They talked about their families, their careers, and the new friendships they had built since moving away from Derry.
Eventually, the conversation turned back to their encounter with Pennywise. Stanley hesitated, unsure if he wanted to delve into those memories. But he took a deep breath and said, "You know, that night… I was so scared. I felt like I couldn't handle it like I wanted to run away and never come back." 
He sunk his head into his hands, letting the tears fall. “You guys, I’m so sorry for what I did! I’ll never forgive myself. It was so stupid! I should have just returned and fought that damn clown with you!”
Bill put a reassuring hand on Stanley's shoulder, "Stan, don’t beat yourself up about it. We’re all here now. That's what matters."
"Yeah," Richie added, "I mean, sure, I cracked some jokes to hide how scared I was, but you guys were my anchor. I couldn't have done it without you."
Stanley looked around at his friends, their faces filled with understanding and compassion, and felt a weight lift off his shoulders. "Thank you, all of you," he said softly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Mike reached across the table and squeezed Stanley's hand, "You'll never have to find out. We're in this together, forever."
And in that moment, as the Losers raised their glasses once again, they knew that no matter what life threw at them, they had each other. 
When it was time to say goodbye, they hugged tightly, promising to stay in touch and meet up again soon. It was a bittersweet moment, wishing they could live closer to each other.
“That was fun, Stanley. You have great friends. Beverly and I are going to stay in touch. It’s like we’ve always known each other,” Patty remarked as they drove home.
Stanley smiled, the happiest he’s felt for some time. “That’s what being a Loser is about. I don’t know where I’d be without them.”
As Stanley Uris made his way home, he felt a sense of peace that he hadn't felt in a long time. He realized that with the Losers' Club by his side, he could face anything that came his way. And with that thought, Stanley smiled and was ready to embrace whatever the future had in store for him.
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reddie-fangirl24 · 8 months
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Send Reddie requests please!
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reddie-fangirl24 · 8 months
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Choose a word, tell me which IT character/pairing and I will write a story.
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reddie-fangirl24 · 8 months
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Taking Reddie/Losers Club requests! I love writing about these characters so message me any requests. I will reblog sentence starters, too.
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reddie-fangirl24 · 8 months
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Richie, sneaking up behind Eddie and wrapping his arms around his waist: Hey, lover
Eddie, leaning back to kiss him: Hey, love
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reddie-fangirl24 · 8 months
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Choose a word, tell me which IT character/pairing and I will write a story.
Heat
Cruise
Surprise
Waiting
Table
Trees
Beach
Television
Car
Reading
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reddie-fangirl24 · 8 months
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Do you have favorite reddie headcannons? Also I love your page! 🎈
Thank you so much! This is so nice of you. I am always open to Reddie fanfic requests.
Top three favorite head canons:
I have always had a head canon that Eddie and Richie propose at the same time.
Richie sings Eddie to sleep every night
Eddie and Richie make Sunday’s their time to spend with each other.
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