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the-family-we-choose-118 · 3 years

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Why I Think Albert Doesn't Die in 4B: A Meta Post

Maybe this is me reaching or some really wishful thinking, but i don't think albert is the one who dies, though i think he does get seriously injured (explanation below the cut so hear me out lol)

Based on scenes from 3b, 4a, the 4b promos, and some interviews done after 4x08 about 4x09.

In multiple interviews (one example below ⬇), Tim has stressed that there is going to be a divide between Bobby and Athena because he feels that she's too independent and won't let him in when she has issues. 4b is being set up to build off of last season's attack at the storage unit. Athena has made peace with the attack, so it will take something (encountering the attacker, being trapped while looking for a suspect, a storage unit, or experiencing other trauma) to act as the catalyst to trigger her into needing Bobby's help but refusing to ask. Albert dying will in no way drive or affect this plot line and will only really heavily affect Chimney, Maddie, and Buck and maybe Chris and Eddie.

Tim did a different interview where he said that multiple characters will be in life or death situations ⬇

As far as we know from the promo Hen, Buck, Bobby, Athena, May, Eddie, and Chimney are working the crash and Maddie is shown at work going into labor or having false contractions. None are likely contenders for a life or death situation, which leaves the side characters. Since this involves a massive pile-up, and we already know that Albert is in one car, that leaves three others.

The scenario I see best playing out in term of writing and setting up 4b and going into season 5 is this:

Albert gets horribly injured in the crash and has a long recovery. (This plays into 4a when Taylor said Buck was selfish and has no real friends because he doesn't know how to treat a friend.) If Albert gets injured and has a long recovery, he has 2 options for care. He either moves back in with Madney (but they have their hands full with the baby) or he stays with Buck, who has had to recover from a serious injury before. By staying with Buck, he learns how to really care for a friend unselfishly (tho we're gonna ignore the Buddie friendship for a minute bc the writers did). This also gives them the opportunity to set Albert and Buck up in a friendship so Buck can have friends outside the 118.

OR Albert goes into a coma because the writers are playing with a lot of characters right now and I don't think they know what to do with Albert and how to give him enough screen time for anything meaningful to happen. This way, they can revisit his arc in the future. Also, imagine Chimney and Maddie getting ready to take their daughter home and stopping by Albert's room to introduce their baby to her Uncle Albert 😭 Putting Albert in a coma or giving him a long recovery time is something that could be revisited at the end of the season easily.

I think the 3 others in jeopardy are in one car and I think it is Michael, David, and Harry after going to dinner one night or something and I think they are at the center of the crash.

I think the person who dies is Michael or David, mainly because of this interview ⬇

First, they've brought in David, but like Albert's storyline, they can't fit him in enough for it to really be meaningful. We see them meet towards the end of season 3 and by season 4 they have quarantined together (even though David is on the front lines) and are now living together. Most of their story occurs off screen. The only reason we even saw Michael and David in most of 4a was because it was a storyline attached to Athena and Bobby. Killing off David is less characters to deal with and would affect Bobby and Athena, but not to a degree I would see it driving a wedge in their own relationship. It would affect Michael and encourage him to complete his bucket list he referenced in 4a but it wouldn't have an impact on the whole 118.

Both Bobby and Athena are really close with Michael, though I'm gonna focus on Bobby for a minute. If Michael dies suddenly, that "lighthearted and hilarious" relationship "quickly turns on a dime" and suddenly it "ends up being quite emotional" because Bobby is dealing with losing a friend. This could also dredge up those feelings of having lost his family in a fire and not being able to save them because Michael is now part of Bobby's family. Later in the season, it would be easy to revisit if Harry is mad that his step dad and dad's boyfriend weren't able to save his dad. Bobby would be dealing with his feelings of losing a friend while trying to help Athena (who doesn't want help) deal with the loss of her ex husband.

Shifting the focus to Athena, Michael dying would absolutely devastate Athena. They were married for nearly 2 decades and he is still a close friend and confidante. Losing her ex husband at the site of a crash she responded to would be traumatic. And if you compound that with her unresolved trauma from the attack, now you've got Athena trying to deal with everything on her own and not asking for help. Now Bobby gets mad/sad/distanced because Athena won't ask for help and he needs his own support from her. And maybe she is giving that support but she won't let him reciprocate it and now you have a recipe for anger and unresolved grief that begins to drive them apart.

Focusing on May for a moment, she became an operator because she wanted to make sure Athena was never alone in the field. Though I can't imagine her taking the call for Michael because he is on the line when Albert is injured, her dad dying in a crash she responded to would likely drive her out of the field and into college or another path (1 less character to have around to try to give screen time.)

Michael's death was also foreshadowed in 4a when Athena is concerned he gets the telescope and is spying on neighbors. He talks about having a bucket list that he never got to do because the pandemic forced him into isolation. He also talked about how his only concern during the cancer was preparing his kids for losing him.

Michael's plot is stagnant. He is happy and living with his boyfriend and son. He's cancer free. His whole plot is tied up in a nice bow where they could easily kill him off and the only loose threads to deal with on screen are his family members and friends grieving his loss. This would impact the 118 as a whole.

Honestly, I thought they were going to kill off Michael when he first got cancer and he decided to stop treatments but they bad May talk to him and convince him to go through with the treatments.

Now, by killing off Michael, it is 2 less stories they have to tell, and it is less they'll have to include storylines for Harry as much as they were because he was linked to Michael's storyline. And if they have May decide to leave the field to pursue other dreams or complete her dad's bucket list for him, that is 4 less storylines where they can now focus on the Madney baby, Bathena's relationship, introducing friends for Buck (they mentioned brining back Taylor), focus on ending Eddie/Ana, and establishing Albert as a character (based on a quote from the above article, I think Albert's storyline is going to parallel Buck's 1.0 to 2.0 phase ➡ "If you think about how we ended season 2, Buck being smashed by the firetruck. We knew he was going to survive... I would expect something similar here.")

Referring back to that first article, where it says "Then look for a significant source of agitation for the entire 118."

At this point, Michael would have passed and Bobby and Athena are now having marital problems AKA mom and dad are fighting.

Hen would be stuck in the middle because she is good friends with both Bobby and Athena. She is also facing her own loss of Nia being returned to her birth mom and doesn't have time for their marital problems but still tries to help. She can also pull from her experiences from the season 1 cheating storyline to tell them to communicate or it'll ruin their relationship (yes i too hate that storyline but it would work here)

Buck would likely (nonverbally) side with Bobby, but he sees them both as parental figures, so he gets stuck in the middle like a middle child who is just going with the flow. This would also parallel the Buck Begins storyline where Buck feels caught in the middle after his parents face a loss.

Chimney is raising a baby and (if this theory is right) worrying about Albert in a coma or recovering from a massive injury. He has no time for their marital problems but still lets Bobby confide in him and gives advice (maybe this is just cause i wanna see the bobby/chim friendship we used to get in s1)

Eddie sides with Bobby but he thinks the whole argument is dumb. He can also offer advice to Bobby based on his own experience, but it's going to be something about communication, at which point Bobby will start ripping his hair out because why won't she just tell me her problems and let me help?

Lastly, when have we ever known the show to go ahead and give a major spoiler of the episode 2 weeks in advance? They let us speculate about Daniel for like 8 months and imo it wasn't as big of a deal as they made it out to be. It seems more likely to me that they offered the promo to get the viewers with a twist ending when the show comes back.

Feel free to share your thoughts if you made it this far lol

TL;DR Based on the interviews Tim has done, Albert dying would have little impact on the 118 as a whole, but Michael dying would offer exactly what they need to set up season 5 and finish 4b.

#I should be writing a case analysis for school but instead I'm doing this #Yes that new promo ended me stop looking at me like that #It makes no sense to me that they would kill off Albert unless it is lazy writing #Though I hope ****** doesn't d word #If this doesn't actually happen I may write it in fic form because this is a very detailed outline lmao #The dig at Eddie/Ana wasn't meant to be mean #I saw she was auditioning for other roles so I don't really think she will stick around past 4b #She also barely posts about being on the Fox set anymore #911 spoilers #911 speculation #911 meta #thoughts are being thunk #I do not give permission to repost #<- someone on Twitter keeps reposting metas and other content without credit and I am tired #my posts

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mitchsmarners · 4 years

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MASTERLIST ☾ updated 05/20/20

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multi chaptered fics

say it right ☾ 7 chapters. complete. 14k.（Eddie and Richie work together in book cafe, and Richie is determined to turn Eddie into a coffee drinker by making him the perfect drink. And if Eddie happens to fall in love with him in the process, well then that’s just an added bonus）

ask me to stay ☾ 7 chapters. complete. 33k.（the year is 1994, and Eddie Kaspbrak is in love）

took too many hits off this memories, i need to come down ☾ 4/? chapters. in progress. 19k（Eddie Kaspbrak doesn’t remember much from his childhood. He doesn’t really know he doesn’t remember. He also doesn’t know why he’s so drawn this terrible comedian on tv, but when Eddie runs into him in a bar, and they spend the night together, Eddie’s life is changed forever. It’s finally back on track- and he doesn’t know anything about it）✕notsfw ✕

the real world ☾ 6/18 chapters. in progress. 17k（after a sudden and unexplained disappearance, richie tozier returns to derry with a secret that no one person could ever hope to hold onto）

make my way back home [when i learn to fly] ☾ 3/10 chapters. in progress. 7k （class scholar richie tozier and school track and field icon eddie kaspbrak rekindle their childhood friendship, loosely based off the art concept by caliceal）

collab fics

burn, crash, romance with @lermanslogan ☾ 1/8 chapters. in progress. 9k（the Fratboy!Eddie fic birthed over Discord that simply had to be brought to life）✕notsfw ✕

gift fics

for diana (lermanslogan) wouldn’t you like to see something strange ☾ 2.8k.（when richie’s mother gets married, he’s forced to move across the country and finds that his new town is not so ordinary at all.）

for diana (lermanslogan) these lines of lightning mean we’re never alone ☾ 15k（when eddie’s mom pulls his fiancial support for school, eddie finds himself with no option but to return back to maine. unless richie can figure out a way to help him.）

for leigh (@s-s-georgie) i want these words to make things right, but it’s the wrongs that make the words come to life ☾ 10k（richie tozier runs an anonymous tip blog for superheros in New York City. sounds like a great idea until you throw in the ex boyfriend superhero he’s still in love with, and the weird blue eyed man who somehow figured out the man behind the blog.）

for amy (eddiefuckinkaspbrak) penny for your thoughts, dollar for your insights (or a fortune for your disaster) ☾ 7k（richie is suddenly forced from his home, his kingdom and his birthright and sent to live in a shithole town in Maine, he doesn’t think he could ever be happy here. he’s quick to learn that there’s more in derry than he’d ever expected.）

one shots

i don’t wanna spend another christmas without you ☾ 5k （fill for ITfandomprompts2019 secret santa）

i want to feel something again. ☾ 4k（meeting a wedding au）✕notsfw ✕

did i say that out loud? ☾ 12k（my piece written for the IT Big Bang 2019, paired with disneyfan567 on tumblr!）

richie tozier’s all dead rock show ☾ 13k（after a near-death experience, Richie Tozier suddenly finds himself with a sparkling, unaffected memory of Derry, the things that happened there and people he once loved）✕notsfw ✕

no you can’t fence time and you can’t stop love. ☾ 3k（how can eighteen years just up and walk away?）

baby, we can make it if we’re heart to heart ☾ 2k（the first time eddie kaspbrak and richie tozier ever talked about running away together, they were six years old and it hadn’t seemed serious.）

IT fandom week 2019

reddie soulmate au

stanpat college au

stozier summer romance au ✕notsfw ✕

i can be your hero ☾ 2k（day seven: accidental confession）

IT fandom exchange 2020

that’s my type ☾ eddie x richie

it takes a village ☾ stan x patty, eddie x richie

song prompts

reddie ✿ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8,

stanpat ✿ 1, 2, 3,

hanzier ✿ 1, 2,

stozier ✿ 1, 2, 3,

stanlon ✿ 1,

bichie ✿ 1, 2,

streddie ✿ 1, 2,

mcmarsh ✿ 1,

benverly ✿ 1,

prompts

bichie + 1 ☾ i pushed you up against the wall and i can’t stop staring at your lips from stnbroughs

reddie + 45 & 46 ☾ do you trust me? & can i kiss you right now? from anon

reddie + 38 ☾ isn’t this amazing from anon

reddie + 52 & 39 ☾ first one to make a noise loses from anon

reddie + 179 ☾ first one to make a noise loses from anon ✕notsfw ✕

reddie + 16 ☾ cry me a river from anon

reddie + 37 ☾ i had a dream about you

stanlon & reddie + 122 ☾ why do they behave for you from anon

reddie + 100 ☾ i’m sorry but that was adorable from anon

reddie ☾ its okay to cry from anon

reddie + 81 ☾ please don’t hurt me from jwilliambyers

reddie + 10 ☾ high school popular kid and nerd au from ameliadams

reddie + 27 ☾ meeting at a support group from anon

reddie + 22 ☾ two miserable people Meeting at a wedding AU from anon

stozier ☾ exes meeting again after not speaking for years au from tinyarmedtrex

reddie + 48 ☾ meeting again at a high school reunion au from cariebishop

reddie + 48 ☾ I called you at 2am because I need you from richiardtozier

reddie + 9 & 30 ☾ Secret Relationship & Suddenly Getting Flustered Because of a Particular Outfit from clockworkbisexual

reddie + 27 ☾ Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second from appojoos

reddie + 69 ☾ We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” + kiss at a party from jwilliambyers

reddie ☾ “You make me happy” + “I love you” from anon

reddie + 17 ☾ I would do anything for you. anything from thundercatseddie

reddie + 9 ☾ There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling from thundercatseddie

reddie + 3 ☾ road trip au from anellope & richiardtozier

reddie + drunken confession ☾

reddie & stanpat + meeting the parents au ☾

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imagineredwood · 4 years

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20

Pairing: EZ Reyes x Camila (OC)

Warnings: None

Word count: 2.8k

***Would y’all like for me to see if I can maybe find some face claims for characters in the story so y’all can see what I see or would you rather envision them on your own? Let me know ❤️***

“Hola, mi amor. Como estas?” – “Hi, my love. How are you?”

“Bien, bien. Y usted? Cómo van las cosas?” – “Good, good. And you? How are things going?”

Perrito – (little) dog

“Que Dios te bendiga.” – “May God bless you.”

Camila sighed happily as she pulled the weeds from the soil, a slight breeze fanning over her skin. It was getting cooler out now and she was thankful for it, happy to have some reprieve from the boiling hot days of summer when she had first moved. It was especially helpful when she needed to garden, happy that she wasn’t risking a heatstroke just to pull some weeds. She tossed the last bunch into her bucket, reminding herself to dump it into the compost bin later. Sitting back on her heels, she looked over everything growing in the rectangle of soil before her, a proud smile on her face. She knew Abuelita would’ve been proud to see it. Looking to the far right, her smile widened as she saw the area that Angel had planted the cilantro seeds, a stalk now sticking out of the soil, the bright green leaves vibrant and healthy. Dusting off her hands, she reached into her pocket and pulled her phone out, snapping a picture of the plant so she could show it off to EZ and Felipe next time she saw them. She stood and walked around the rectangle to the other side, wanting to get a better angle when she noticed black writing on the back of the tag. Shaking her head, she snapped the picture, figuring Angel had just messed up when he had been writing and flipped the tag over to write on the other side. As she looked closer though, her heartfelt warm, seeing his messy but legible writing scrawled on the back.

Thanks Cam. - Angel

She laughed to herself softly, holding a hand to her chest at the little heart he had drawn in the corner as she remembered the day he had planted it so clearly. He was so happy to be there helping her garden, to have his own plant. She remembered the way his eyes had lit up when she told him he could plant his own and write on the tag. It was a simple message, but it was the thought that mattered, and she continued to smile as he reflected on the path that her life had taken and all the beautiful people that had come with it. Standing, she dusted her hands off together, walking through the garden and back through the sliding door into her house.

She took a deep breath and groaned, the sweet smell of vanilla and honey in the air as she waited for her coffee crumb cake to finish baking. She walked into the kitchen and bent over, peering into the oven door and looking at her desserts, crusts bubbling slightly as the butter and sugar caramelized. She stood and then looked around her kitchen, everything already clean and in its place, after she had organized this morning. Now she was just waiting for the cakes to be done so she could cut them up and deliver them around. Her first stop would be Elisa and her children next door, then she’d make her way around town. Felipe, the bookstore, the clubhouse. She’d made an entire loaf just for the MC, knowing they would blow through it quickly. Then she had one load of her own that she would keep in the house. She was sure EZ would be thankful, the prospect likely not to be even offered a piece before it was gone.

The beeping of the oven’s timer pulled her out of her thoughts, and she turned excitedly, grabbing the silicone oven mitts from the counter and pulling the door open. She pulled the loaves from the oven racks one by one and placed them onto the cooling trays standing on her counter. She could feel the heat radiating from the loaf pans, the smell of vanilla and brown sugar now wafting through the air and all around the house. She pulled off the mitts and made her way to her bathroom to take a shower.

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Camila knocked on Elisa’s front door gently, looking around as she waited for the mother to open the door. She could hear a faint, high-pitched barking and children’s voices before the lock was heard being undone on the other side of the door. It opened then and there stood Elisa, a tired smile on her face, the laughter and barking much louder now. Elisa was dressed in loungewear and a flour-covered apron, her black hair pulled back into a thick braid, the silver streaks coming from her hairline more pronounced.

“Hola, mi amor. Como estas?”

Camila’s smile was bright, and she leaned in for a hug and kiss.

“Bien, bien. Y usted? Cómo van las cosas?”

The woman sighed deeply and Camila frowned, reaching out to rest a hand on her shoulder. Elisa smiled softly at the touch and pulled back, motioning into her home as she pulled the door open further. Camila walked in and her eyes locked first on Esperanza and Eddy, sat on the carpeted floor of the living room with a caged chihuahua in between them. The puppy continued to bark as the children stood up and raced to her, tiny arms wrapping tightly around her legs as they embraced her.

“Camila!”

She balanced the plate of coffee cake in one hand and reached down with the other, running her hand softly against Eddy’s back before doing the same to his sister. Both children looked up at her with bright smiles and she mirrored them. They let go of her legs and pulled away, Eddy quickly latching onto Camila’s hand to pull her toward the dog.

“Look what’s in here!”

Elisa chuckled as the boy tugged on Camila, resting her hand on his head.

“Let her walk in, mijo. She just got here.”

Eddy’s smile dropped some and he squeezed Camila’s hand softly.

“Sorry.”

Camila’s heart clenched and she knelt quickly, squeezing his hand just as he had done to hers.

“It’s ok, corazón. Let me talk to mom and then you can show me el perrito, ok?”

Eddy grinned and gave a nod, pulling his hand out of Camila’s to take his little sister’s instead. The children ran back over to the dog and Camila stood, looking back to Elisa as they both shared a laugh. Camila followed Elisa into the modest kitchen and placed the plate down onto the woman’s counter.

“I made you guys some coffee cake. I don’t know if you like it or not, but I figured I would drop some off.”

Elisa smiled as she looked down into the plate, mouth practically watering. Looking back up, she locked eyes with Camila and nodded back into the living room. Esperanza loves anything with cinnamon. Eddy doesn’t really. I’ll give her the top of a slice and him the bottom.”

Camila nodded and logged the information for later when made them anything else. Elisa grabbed the plate and walked it over to the fridge, opening the door and placing the plate in before turning back around to look at Camila who was already watching her.

“Is everything ok, Elisa?”

The woman’s smile wavered, and she sighed again, Camila reaching her hand out. Eliza slipped her hand into Camila’s and allowed the young woman to guide her to the table, both sitting down. Camila was still holding the mother’s hand as she began to speak.

“I lost my job last week. They had to cut employees and I was one of the ones to go. I have a little money put away but it’s going to get used up fast. I’ve been looking around but it’s hard to find anything that will pay enough. I’m willing to take anything, I just need someone to give me a chance.”

Camila frowned as she heard the woman’s voice quiver. Elisa brought a hand up and roughly wiped at her eyes before a tear could dare to fall.

“My husband died last year. I don’t have any help, it’s just me. I agreed to watch a friend’s dog for some cash but that won’t pay the bills. I finally got offered an interview tomorrow, but I have the kids. I can’t bring them with me so I can’t go.”

Elisa shook her head in frustration and Camila blurted out a response, not even thinking.

“I’ll watch them.”

Elisa looked up at Camila with wide eyes before shaking her head.

“No, mija, no. I can’t ask you to do that.”

Camila shook her head as well, offering the woman a smile.

“You’re not asking, I’m offering.”

Camila could see Elisa battling. Camila knew that she was a strong woman, used to supporting herself and her family all by herself. She wasn’t used to needing help, much less asking for it. Abuelita had always said those were often the ones that needed help the most. Those who took everything life threw at them in stride. Taking Elisa’s hands in hers again, Camila leaned forward, her eye contact direct.

“I’ll watch them. I can come get them or you can bring them to me, doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about food or anything, just bring their clothes and toys and I’ll watch them. Use the whole day for yourself. Do your interview, go out, get some coffee, go to a park, just relax. I’ll have them ready for bed when you pick them up.”

Camila rubbed the back of Elisa’s hand as the tears finally made their way out of the mother’s eyes. Camila quickly pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back.

“Gracias, Camila. Que Dios te bendiga.”

Camila closed her eyes as she hugged the woman, waiting until Elisa pulled away to release her. Elisa wiped at her eyes and gave a sigh of relief along with a laugh, her eyes twinkling again and her cheeks round. Both she and Camila stood up and made their way back to the living room where Elisa spoke to her children.

“Guess who you’re staying with tomorrow?”

Both kids looked up at their mother with open eyes, Eddy’s drifting over to Camila then back to his mother.

“Camila?”

Elisa nodded and the two children grinned, Eddy yelling in excitement while Esperanza flapped her arms. Camila couldn’t hold back the smile as she looked at the children and she turned to face Eliza, hugging her tightly.

“What time do you want to bring them?”

Elisa tossed her head side to side as the thought.

“Is 9:30 ok?”

With a nod, Camila walked to the front door, waving goodbye to the children.

“Tomorrow at 9:30 is fine.”

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“This looks good.”

Camila smiled proudly as Felipe looked at the cake in the plate. He looked back up at her and wrapped his right arm around her, Camila resting her head on his shoulder softly before they both pulled away. He saw that she left her car running in the front of the shop and nodded toward it.

“You taking some to the boys next?”

Camila nodded and smiled softly, Felipe learning to read her easily now.

“Yeah. I made a whole loaf for them.”

Felipe gave a chuckle.

“EZ could eat a whole loaf by himself.”

The two laughed and Camila nodded, knowing EZ’s appetite well enough to know how true that was.

“I left him some at home.”

“Your home or his home?”

Camila paused then, barely remembering that he had his own trailer to call home with how much he was at her place. Even though it was technically her home, Camila realized at that moment that in her head, that was their home. She cleared her throat then, looking down as Felipe held back a smile.

“My home. I left some in my house.”

The older man nodded, his smile on display now.

“Ahh. I see.”

She rubbed at her cheek as she felt it growing warm and pointed her thumb to her car out of the carniceria window.

“I guess I should go drop this off then.”

Felipe nodded in response and opened his arms, Camila hugging him.

“I’ll see you, mija.”

“See you, Felipe.”

The two separated and Camila turned away from him, heading toward the door of the show and walking out. She drove to the clubhouse then, windows down as she enjoyed the breeze. Her hair flipped around, some straying strands getting caught in her lip gloss. She pulled them out and kept humming along to her music, pulling up to the gate of the yard and parking before grabbing the plate from the passenger seat. She stepped out of the car and walked across the lot, opening the door to the clubhouse and being greeted with cigarette smoke and music. She peeked in as she stuck her head it and furrowed her brows as she saw the entire room empty, save for two girls talking in the kitchen and EZ who was wiping down the bar top. He looked up as he saw the movement and smiled immediately when he saw her, cheeks high and eyes crinkled as he saw his girl. He tossed the empty beer bottles in his hand into the trash before dropping the rag onto the bar top and walking around. She closed the door behind her and maintained her smile as he came up, one hand going straight to her hip and bringing her in closer to him as he pressed his lips to hers. She giggled against his lips as he tightened her grip on the plate, not wanting to drop the cake. He kissed her for a few seconds more before releasing her. He rested his forehead against hers, looking down at her.

“I missed you.”

Camila laughed softly.

“I can tell.”

He smiled in response and kissed her once more before pulling away entirely and looking at her hand.

“What’s that?”

“Coffee crumb cake.”

He whistled low and she smiled, walking with him to place it down on the bar top.

“Should I make the coffee now, or wait?”

EZ looked up at the shock and shook his head.

“They’ve been in a little while. They should be out soon, I’ll make it now.”

“Ok, baby.”

EZ’s smile was goofy and she rolled her eyes, pushing against his shoulder softly.

“Is that all it takes to get you all doe-eyed?”

The Prospect nodded and she laughed as he walked away to the kitchen. She pulled the cling wrap from the loaf, whispering harshly to him as she did.

“Bring me a knife!”

“Ok!”

EZ called back to her from the kitchen, getting the pot started when the Templo door slid open, the members pouring out. Each of them smiled as she saw her and walked over to where she was, clearly knowing that she came bearing food. They crowded around her, looking at the coffee cake, Angel reaching down with his fingers to break a piece off. Camila slapped the back of his hand before he could though and he pulled back with a pout, a motherly look on her face.

“Don’t eat with your hands, Angel. EZ is bringing me a knife. Wait your turn.”

Angel pursed his lips as he pulled away, the other members laughing as he playfully grumbled under his breath. She smiled as EZ came back with the knife and paper plates, holding them out to her as she cut slices of the cake and placed them down for EZ to hand out. She cut Angel and EZ’s slices after the others, those slightly bigger and gave it to them with a wink, both brothers wearing boyish smiles as they sat down to eat. One of the club girls that Camila had seen around last week came out of the kitchen holding the pot and some mugs. Karlene EZ had said her name was, a new girl. Camila took them from her with a smile and the redheaded girl returned it warmly, going back to get Camila the sugar and cream as well. She poured the coffee in while Karlene came back and began spooning in the sugar in the already filled cups.

“That cake looks so good.”

Camila smiled brightly and grabbed the last piece that she had set aside for herself, cutting it in half and giving the girl the piece. She looked down at the piece and went to hand it back, but Camila shook her head and pushed her band back silently. The girl’s smile was bright and she stepped back with a single nod.

“Thanks, Camila.”

“No problem.”

Karlene walked away to go sit and eat while Bishop stood and made his way over to Camila. She smiled as she noticed him and he returned it, putting his empty paper plate down onto the bar top and picking up a mug of coffee in its place.

“Gracias, querida.”

Camila bowed her head slightly.

“De nada, Bishop.”

The older man smiled warmly and pointed to the empty loaf pan.

“You know you’re gonna have to make us more now, right?”

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softest-cinnamon-roll · 5 years

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HOW DARE YOU I NEED A PART 3 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET EDDIE CONFESS HIS FEELINGS

So many requests for this second part! I just couldn’t let you all down!!! (there was another 5 on top of this but I couldn’t have them all screenshotted!)

My bribe for you Amelia. I filled my half of the deal, now it’s time for yours!

Warning for homophobic slurs and Sonia K’s A+ parenting!

Part One || Part Two

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It was loud screaming that woke Eddie up from his light sleep the following morning. He had managed to fall asleep at around midnight to the sound of Richie’s voice on the other end of the phone. Over the course of their conversation, Eddie had many chances to admit to Richie how he felt, how much he had missed him, but he didn’t. In truth, he wanted to wait until they were face to face to do it.

Now though, now he had a screaming mother down the stairs, being fended off by both Maggie and Went. With a quick look at the clock, Eddie sighed as he realised it was just after eleven in the morning. He rolled out of bed and crept to the door, pressing his ear to the wood as he listened to what was going on down the stairs.

“You lied to him Sonia!” Maggie snapped and Eddie could imagine her crossing her arms and glaring at her. “You lied to him and said he wasn’t accepted into any colleges! How could a mother do that?”

He heard his mother scoff. “You listen to me, little miss perfect. Even back in High School I hated your guts. Always acting high and mighty with your perfect hair and your slim body. You don’t get to tell me how to raise my son. He needs me! He needs to stay here in Maine, and be with his mother!”

It was Went who spoke up next, his voice low and dangerous. It took Eddie by surprise, as Went was always so calm and kind spoken. “Excuse me, Sonia, but I don’t appreciate you talking to my wife like that. Eddie came to us. We didn’t sneak into your home and steal him from you. He chose to come here.”

His mother laughed, “This is ridiculous, as if my son would choose to come anywhere near you and your faggot of a son.”

Eddie couldn’t take it anymore of his mothers insults and he pulled open the door, rushing down the stairs to the scene. Went was staring at his mother with wide eyes and Maggie had a hand over her mouth. “Mom!” Eddie snapped. “What the fuck!”

“Oh there you are, Eddie bear!” His mom breathed and tried to step into the house, to get to him, but Went was in the way. “Come on darling, let’s get you away from these people.”

He shook his head, “Away from these people? These people are my family more than you have ever been! Ma, you lied to me to keep me in Derry! I thought no college wanted me because I was stupid, but in fact it was because you were scared of me leaving you!”

His mother blinked at him, at his outburst, and her eyes narrowed, “Now Edward, that is no way to speak to your mother. You come here right now, we are going home and you’re going to call that college in California and tell them you’re not going.”

“No.” Eddie shook his head, crossing his arms and staying firm. “No Ma, I’m staying right here with Maggie and Went, and then in a few days I’m going to catch a bus to California and I’m going to go to UCLA. I am done being stuck here with you, I’m done being treated like a weak innocent child. I’m not weak, I’m not sick. I’m pretty damn amazing if you ask me!”

Eddie felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see Went smiling at him, that strong supportive smile that he had seen him give Richie all through their years of friendship. His mother didn’t like this, and tried to step into the house again, but this time Maggie stopped her.

“You’re not coming into my house. Not after you insulted my son, and my husband. Never mind myself and Eddie.” Maggie snapped. “I think it’s in everyone’s best interests that you leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere!” His mother hissed, stomping her foot on the porch and Eddie had to physically hold back a shiver of embarrassment. “This is all your fault! You and that- that son of yours! He’s twisted and warped my Eddie bears mind! I never should have let them be friends, look what he’s caused!”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed and he finally moved down the remaining steps, getting closer to his poor excuse of a mother. “That’s my best friend you’re talking about, and he didn’t do anything to me! In fact he’s the one who makes me strong! I love him! I’m in love with him! I’m gay ma!”

It was the first time he had ever said that he loved Richie out loud. All of the other losers had just...guess and he had simply agreed. To finally speak it out loud, even if it wasn’t to Richie himself, was somewhat...empowering. His mother was staring at him with eyes so wide he was scared they’d pop out of her sockets.

Just as she was about to say something though, a new voice cut through all the squawking she was making, causing Eddie to freeze up on the spot.

“You love me?”

There, standing about five feet behind his mother in the front porch. Was Richie himself. He looked bone tired, and was holding an overnight back. Eddie was sure he was hallucinating because Richie was meant to be in LA right now...not in his front garden in Derry, Maine.

“Richie?” Eddie croaked and his best friend smiled softly, that smile that was only ever reserved for him. “Oh my god, Richie!” He stumbled forward, pushing past his mother as he rushed down the lawn and all but threw himself into Richie’s arms, legs wrapped around his waist.

Richie laughed, his hands moving under his thighs so he could support his weight and holding onto him tightly, “Jeez, Eddie Spaghetti, did you really miss me that much?” He asked through his chuckle and Eddie just clung to him that little bit tighter, tears in his eyes.

God he had missed Richie and his stupid comments.

“Yes I missed you, you idiot,” Eddie mumbled into his neck, completely ignoring the audience they had in the form of Richie’s parents and his, still angry, mother. “You- you heard what I said.”

“Did you mean it?” Richie asked and Eddie let himself drop down from Richie’s hold, still keeping his arms around his neck and their faces close together. Too close. “Did you, Eds?”

Eddie nodded his head, biting his lip as his stomach flipped, the nagging fear of rejection rising to the surface. “I meant it Richie. I- I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

Instead of replying to Eddie’s confession of love, Richie cupped both of his cheeks and leaned down, closing the distance between them. Eddie gasped, not expecting the kiss, but it was definitely not unwelcome. The feeling of Richie’s lips on his, soft and slightly chapped, was more than any dream or image Eddie could have come up with. It was short, as they did still have onlookers, but as they pulled away Richie’s eyes screamed that this was not over.

“Get your filthy hands off of my son!” His mother screamed, having finally found her voice and Eddie struggled not to roll his eyes so hard Stanley would be proud of him.

Richie just laughed and wrapped an arm around Eddie’s waist. “I’m so sorry, Mrs K, but I’m afraid our affair will have to come to its end. You see, I am very much in love with your son, and there is only enough room for one Kaspbrak in my life.” He put a hand over his heart. “I know this may hurt you, but I have made my choice, and you’re just going to have to deal with it.” As his mother stood there in shock, Richie started to lead Eddie back into the house. “Come on, Spaghetti.”

“Please don’t call me that,” Eddie muttered, rolling his eyes. All thoughts of his mother were forgotten as they stepped back inside the Tozier household. He didn’t even give her a second glance back. She didn’t deserve that much.

“Oh you can’t lie to me, Eds,” Richie cooed, ready to close the door. “You love me.”

And he did.

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lilywoood · 4 years

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Small Bump 3/?

So here I am with part 3, once again I want to profusely apologize for not posting the last prompts yet it’s just that this story is really occupying my mind and I feel like I need to write it before anything else, I still plan on posting the prompts but it’ll take a bit longer and for that I’m deeply sorry.

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Words count : 1306

Song : Don’t Forget about me - Cloves

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He knew there were a baby in him, knew that Eddie and him created a new life, a new person, a new soul but the reality of the situation didn’t really hit him until that famous Monday, until he had to lie to Bobby and call sick to get his first ultrasound.

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He never felt more alone than now, in his obstetrician waiting room surrounded by families and couples, surrounded by people having one another’s back...

They were a time where Eddie used to have his, but it was over now, since that famous night something changed in their dynamic, as if Eddie was discretely trying to distance himself from Buck, as if he regretted meeting him...

He had learned to accept it though, mend his broken heart and acknowledged the fact that he would never be it for him, Eddie would never need him like Buck had needed him, never choose him like he had choose him, never love him like he loved him...

He was coming to term with it when the secretary finally called his name, he could feel the pitying looks of people when he rose from his chair, hear the whispers, the critics, it was deepening the wound in his heart.

-Mr Buckley, the secretary called again seeing as he stopped midway, Dr Stevens is waiting for you, she smiled kindly, leading the way...

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The room wasn’t dark as he pictured it, it wasn’t cold either, the walls were painted with different shades of yellow and covered with kids drawing, he couldn’t help but chuckles at some of them.

Doctor Stevens was setting the material for his ultrasound letting him time to mentally prepare himself, everything would be real after it, it won’t be suspicions, it won’t be a false alarm, today he’ll meet his miracle.

-Whenever you’re ready Evan, she smiled encouragingly

-I’m ready, he stated clearing his throat.

He unbuttoned his pants before lying, he raised his shirt, glancing quickly at the little bump.

-You’ll feel a bit cold but it’s normal, she explained, it’s just the gel ok, she asked, Buck only nodded and winced when she put cold gel on his skin.

She started moving the probe, searching for an image, it lasted two minutes before he started to see something, or more exactly hear something.

Something close to the faint echo of drum, it was a weak sound at first but the more Doctor Stevens moved the probe the more the beating got louder until they could clearly hear it.

Thump...thump... thump...thump... thump...thump.

He could feel himself tear up, he could hear the laugh bubbling out his throat, joy was coursing through his veins, happiness and an unconditional love for this teeny being burned his heart.

-Did you hear that Edd... he laughed looking at his right, before interrupting himself by remembering that Eddie wasn’t there, he would never be there.

Doctor Steven smiled sadly at him, never commenting on it, Buck was thankful for that.

-Do you want me to print you three copies, she demanded squeezing his shoulder.

-If you don’t mind, he smiled forcefully, trying to hide his sadness.

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He couldn’t keep his eyes away from the picture, it was blurry, black and white and he couldn’t really see his child but he knew they were here, he knew it was his baby, his light, his hope, he knew the weird white thing was his and that was enough.

Even if he was glad everything was good for both him and his child, even though meeting them for the first time had been the happiest thing that ever happened to him he couldn’t help but feel saddened by the fact that they were alone, that he’ll never be able to give his child the family he deserved.

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He’d promised Maddie he’d call her after his appointment, she was with him every step of the way after all, he knew she would be happy, thrilled even to learn that everything was alright still he couldn’t help but want to distance himself from everything and everyone right that instant, he wanted to throw himself another pity party; wanted to go home and sleep the day, wanted to numb the loneliness he felt.

Maddie didn’t gave him the choice though, as he was starting his car, his phone started to ring with Maddie’s picture flashing.

-Hey Mads, he answered softly, putting her on speaker.

-Hey yourself, she retorted cheerfully, so how was the first appointment, she quizzed never being one for beating around the bush.

-Everything is fine, he answered mechanically, I’m three months along, he counted, baby is healthy and growing normally, he added, I’ll know what it is in two months, he smiled.

-That’s good, she sighed relieved, everything is ok so why are you so sad Ev, she demanded worry clear in her voice.

Buck frowned of course Maddie would be able to read him even from afar, of course she’ll know that something was bothering him, still he wasn’t sure he wanted to tell her why he was upset.

-Ev, she called, I’m on your side you knows that, she asked, you can tell me I’ll never judge, she reassured him talking with her mom voice.

-I was alone Maddie, Buck told her sadly,

-I’m so sorry Evan I tried to have the day off to be with you, she apologized profusely passing back and forth, next time I’ll be there, she promised.

Buck shook his head laughing sadly, only Maddie would blame herself for something she wasn’t responsible for.

-No Mads, he sighed, I was alone, he insisted.

-Oh, she stated understandingly stopping her passing,

-Yeah oh, Buck chuckled passing a tired hand on his face, they were family there you know, he counted, couple holding hands and rubbing the other back and I was alone, he pursued.

-Evan, Maddie tried before being cut.

-No Mads let me finish, he sighed with a lump in his throat, I was alone and the only thing I could think of when I heard its heartbeat, he smiled drying his tears with the back of his hand, you know when I heard it, he articulated difficultly, I forgot he wasn’t there, when I heard it I turned my head thinking he and Chris were there with me, he laughed tiredly, and I realized that I was alone, his voice was shaky and tears falling freely, I was alone Mads, he whined.

-Evan no, she called, you’re not alone, she frowned passing her hand through her hair, I’m sorry I wasn’t there, she apologized again, I’m sorry He wasn’t there, she pursued before Buck cut her again

-You know it made me realize how foolish I had been all this time, he spoke

-What do you mean, Maddie asked confused,

-When we slept together that night, he counted, I wasn’t that drunk, he avowed, and I don’t think he was either, he breathed, I foolishly thought that maybe just maybe he felt for me what I feel for him, he took a deep breath, and then I woke up alone, they were no notes, he didn’t text, didn’t call and that made me realize that maybe he wasn’t into me, Buck chuckled drily, maybe it was just pity,he whispered, he was drawn to me because of loneliness, because I was there, maybe it never was about feelings, he croaked, if I hadn’t be there maybe it’ll have been someone else, he stated gripping his phone tightly, he...he’ll never love me as I love him Mads, he suffocated.

-Oh Evan, Maddie sobbed, I’m sure it’s not that, she tried, anyone can see how he deeply cares for you, she added softly,

-Then why wasn’t he there, Buck asked finally breaking down, why wasn’t he there when I woke up Maddie, he cried.

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Maddie never felt so powerless in her life, after hanging up with her brother she stayed on the break room for ten more minutes, she wanted to be there for him to support him, but she knew, deep down she knew she wasn’t what Evan needed.

She sighed deeply looking at her phone screen, looking at the contact page that was open, debating with herself wether she should press call or not, it wasn’t her secret to share, yet she couldn’t help wanting her brother happiness, closing her eyes she raised her finger deciding to let destiny decide if she was going to call Eddie or not.

#small bunp buddie #buddie angst #buddie fic #buck x eddie #buddie mpreg #mpreg #evan buckley #eddie diaz #eddie x buck #hurt comfort #miscommunication #misunderstanding #9 1 1 on fox #911 prompts #911 fic #911 on fox #tv: 911 #maddie buckley

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maurameyers · 4 years

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So I had some babies. PLURAL. I still can’t believe it sometimes! They are growing up so fast already, and going from 1 to 3 boys 23 months apart really makes life a blur in the best way possible. It’s been exciting and hectic all at the same time, as colic is no joke with one baby let alone two. Eddie has had his toes painted purple for all 8 weeks of his life because I haven’t been able to tell them apart until just this week! Them being identical twins has been a very real test of my observational skills as an artist. After a week or so I realized their ears were just ever so slightly different, and I posted a picture of their ears in every room of the house to help train myself to tell them apart without ripping open the footies of their pajamas to see who I was holding.

Being a mom makes you learn a lot about yourself and all of the things you didn’t know you could be or even wanted to be. My 20 something self would probably look at my life now and be terrified that I haven’t drawn, illustrated, or painted anything in months for commission. Being a mom of one is a shock to the system of a life that you are used to living for yourself-- Goodbye to doing what you want when you want it. Being a mom of three is more acceptance mode. I’m the last one to have real clothes on for the day, eat a meal, fall asleep.... But I don’t have a problem with it being that way! This is the gig I signed up for, and its rewards come in the form of baby smirks and toddler giggles!

Between being a boy mom of three and being home because of COVID for almost eight months now, I’ve learned so much about the important things in life. Teaching is very important to me, and so is making art. But molding good humans in the world is my #1 job-- my tiny ones and myself first (because I can’t teach them if I don’t work on myself), and then the big kids at school. This time home with my dudes has been invaluable, and it also makes me realize what a big risk parents take on teachers when their kids are put into our classrooms. We all want the adults in our kids’ lives to love them and support them as much as we do.

These days my next coloring book is on hold while I play trucks and trains with Frank, snuggle the babies, and read books to all three of them. I’m sure I will go back to it all one of these days, but until then, I have to find other sneaky ways to get my creativity fix. Like.... dying fabric. re-learning shibori. Learning how to put up shelves and sheetrock. Designing halloween costumes and birthday cakes. Experimenting with recipes. Making tall towers and ramps out of bristle blocks with Frank so he can knock them down and drive his trucks through them.

I guess I’m also learning that creativity comes in many forms, and it doesn’t always have to be paint and paper. Deep down I knew this, but I thought other creative outlets would be less fulfilling. I don’t feel any less fulfilled now than I do when I’m drawing and painting landscapes. I think what I’ve realized is that I can still be a good teacher, artist, and mom as long as I’m finding ways to spread kindness, experiment creatively, take risks, and learn new things. Life comes at you fast, and it’s never the same for long... Gotta keep evolving with each season!

This next season is scary for me. Going back to work in the time of COVID, and leaving my babies, especially Frank, after 8 months at home. Time together is going to get more scarce, but it will just force us to be more creative about how we make time for one another. Stay safe out there you guys, and make some time to learn something new you’ve been putting off for awhile <3.

#covid #quarantine #twins #boymom #mom #artteacher #artist #cake #ritdye #chalk #toddler #babies #halloween #inspiration

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lifesucksheres20bucks · 5 years

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Reddie prompt

lil reddie prompt for @sapphic-reddie

-Maggie and Went loved the losers

they especially loved eddie

always very polite and well he was a very good influence on their son

the two boys had sleepovers a lot and maggie always made very good meal when they did

bc eddie is the only one who ever compliments her cooking

“this lasagna is SO good Mrs. Tozier, i would love to have these home cooked meals everynight!”

she always made an extra effort on the nights he came over bc she loved him and he deserved the best meal

one afternoon Went was fixing up his car bc it was making a weird noise and eddie came over and saw him in the garage

“Hey Mr. Tozier, you working on your car?”

“Hiya Eddie, yeah the damm thing is making a weird rattling noise and im trying to figure out what it is. Richie is in his room by the way you can go right on up”

“oh, you know Im kinda good at fixing machines, maybe i could help? Have you checked the valves? maybe they arent opening properly?”

“oh yeah hmm, yeah i checked it. this right here?”

“No no those are the pistons, its this thing here”

“well maybe i do need your help after all”

(i dont know shit about cars dont come for me if the parts arent right)

they actually spend most of the afternoon together fixing up the car

he even helped him fix the radio! it hadnt been working in months!

richie starts wondering where eddie is bc he was supposed to be here 1h ago so he decided to go to the Kaspbraks to see where eddie is.

He goes down to the garage and sees eddie all dirty with his dad

and he think “omg eddie has dirt on his nose and it looks so cute!”

Went invites eddie to stay for dinner but before dinner Went said that after fixing a car ya gotta relax, sit on a chair outside with a cold one

so thats exactly what the 3 do, Went has his beer and the boys have their root beer

over the years Eddie comes over more and more often

mostly bc he hates being with his mom (and they get that)

but also bc him and richie got even closer, if that even possible

richie and eddie start dating in college and they came home to visit once and decided that it was the right time to tell richies parent that they were together

so they have one of their traditional suppers and at the end of it richie says to his parents he had to tell them something (in the most serious tone ever, they never heard him talk that way)

maggie and Went looked at eachother with very concerned looks

they had never seen richie so quiet in his life

eddie on the other hand was staring at his plate

richie finally blurs out “EddieandIaredatingwehavebeenforthepast6monthsandIlovehimwithallofmyheart”

Maggie sighs in relief and Went starts laughing and they go back to eating dinner

Richie is like wtf

“arent you going to say anything?”

“oh sweetie we thought you guys starting dating 2 years ago”

Eddie starts choking on his food “what why didnt you say anything?”

Went turned to him and said “it wasnt any of our business, we knew you guys would tell us when the time was right. If our boy was going to date anyone, we were happy it was with someone like you Eddie, we love you both and we support you both.

Eddie just smiles as tears form in the corner of his eyes

he always knew they loved him but it was so nice hearing it come from them

after college a lot has changed, eddie’s mom died, they now officially lived in New York and Richie proposed on a cold winter night when their power went off.

its now their wedding day and the Tozier’s say that they can officially call Eddie their son but that he had been their son since Richie first introduced them to him.

this still sucks im sorry but lol hope you enjoyed

too lazy to proof read so sorry for the mistakes!

#eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #reddie #reddie one shot #reddie au #reddie prompt

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eddiesasspbrak · 4 years

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When I’m With You Ch. 2

Eddie can’t stand the barista at his favorite coffee shop. Richie has fallen in love with the man he sees twice a week. Stan is dating someone but won’t let his friends meet them. Ben is in love with Beverly, but is so afraid of scaring her away he’s not moving forward. Chaotic friends navigating college together.

Ch.1

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It was Saturday, Eddie didn’t have to do anything. When he woke on the couch, his neck hurting from the insufficient head support, he was glad to see his streak of no hangover was still going strong. Still, he felt off. A little sick to his stomach, but not from the drinking. It was that emotional kind of ache that came with anxiety usually. He wasn’t sure what was causing it and it was really quite annoying when it hit out of nowhere.

He sat up, rolling his neck and allowing it to pop and stretch. He’d slept in his clothes and that always made him feel too warm and gross. The first thing he needed was a shower and then he should probably eat something, even though his stomach protested at the thought. He turned the shower on and looked at the way his hair was sticking up in the mirror. He looked tired. He was tired. Sleeping on the couch wasn’t exactly restful.

Stripping off his clothes, he stepped under the warm spray of water. The events of the night before were coming back slowly as the groggy remnants of sleep faded away. He remembered Bev showing up with Richie and being stuck talking to him all night. He remembered Ben and Bev leaving them there alone without telling him they were going to go. He remembered Richie inviting him for pie and then leaving in a hurry when he got a text. The sad and disappointed look he tried to hide behind a smile crept back into his mind and his stomach churned with that heavy anxiety feeling again.

He tried to shake all thoughts from his head as he focused on getting clean instead. Feeling fresher than he had before, dressed in clean clothes, hair drying, he went to this kitchen to see if he could find anything he could stomach at the moment. In one of the cabinets he found a sleeve of crackers and took them back to the living room with him. He switched the TV on, ignoring the cooking show that was on as he checked his phone for the first time since waking up.

Ben: I’m so, so, so sorry. Beverly said she wanted to go somewhere alone and wouldn’t let me tell you first.

Eddie rolled his eyes as he read the text. He wasn’t actually mad at him and didn’t really expect an apology. But Ben was probably sitting there worried that he was angry. He was always like this. He’d spent his childhood before moving to town without friends. They’d met in middle school and found they liked some of the same things. Eddie didn’t really have friends either, so they found comfort in being with another outcast. However, Ben was always worried he’d do something wrong and lose him. Even in high school when their friend group grew to include Stan, even when all three got into the same college and ventured outside of their small town for the first time together.

Stan and Ben lived on campus, but Eddie’s mom had helped him get his apartment. He’d started out in the dorms, but he couldn’t stand living with a roommate who didn’t keep clean and his roommate was constantly complaining about him being anal about cleanliness. He also didn’t cope well with the communal showers. In the end, it was just better for him to live on his own off campus. He’d thought about finding a three bedroom with Stan and Ben, but for the time being, they were enjoying living on campus. It was fine. Eddie didn’t mind living alone.

He munched on some crackers while he typed out a response to Ben.

Eddie: It’s fine. I left right after you. That was pretty much the plan anyway

Ben: You’re not mad?

Eddie: No. How did it go?

Ben: Can I come over?

Eddie: That bad?

Ben: No. I just want to talk about it in person.

Eddie: Yea. I’m home

Ben: Twenty minutes

He hadn’t really expected to have company but spending a few hours with Ben wasn’t a terrible way to spend his Saturday. He could probably guilt him into buying him lunch to pay him back for the bar tab. Eddie went to put his phone down when another text came through, this one from Stanley.

Stan: Did you guys go out without me last night?

Eddie: Every time we ask you out you say you’ve got a date

Stan: So…you did

Eddie: If I had texted and asked you to come out what would your answer have been?

Stan: …that’s not the point

Eddie: omg ok I’m sorry I didn’t ask you to hang out Stan. I promise that next time I will ask you to come so you can turn me down properly instead of bringing this mystery person for your BEST FRIENDS to finally meet.

Stan: You will meet them eventually. I’m just not ready.

Eddie: It’s been three months.

Stan: Excuse me but I’m supposed to be mad at you. You can’t just turn things around on me like this

Eddie: Ben is coming over now. Do you want to come too? He’s going to regale us with the fascinating events with Bev from last night

Stan: …I can’t

Eddie: Oh my God

Stan: Next time?

Eddie sent back an emoji of hand flipping him off and dropped his phone down on the couch. He half focused on the cooking competition show while he ate almost the entire sleeve of crackers and waited for Ben. He was starting to feel better, more relaxed after texting with his friends. They both knew that he struggled with a panic disorder and were often the ones to help calm him when things got bad. Over the years they’d learned what they needed to do for him. Just being with him, occasionally hugging him or just placing a hand on his arm to keep him grounded. He really did love them.

He figured Ben was texting to let him know he’d arrived when his phone chimed about fifteen minutes later. He unlocked the screen and stared down at the number the text had been sent from. It was local, but not one he had saved or recognized. He opened the message warily, figuring it was probably a spam message from some store that had his information. Instead of a special offer or a sale announcement, he was met with the picture of a slice of pie.

?: thinking of you

Eddie: Who is this?

?: really? The pie didn’t tip you off?

Eddie: Um…

?: it’s Richie

It clicked for him a second later, having been working hard to forget about any of their interactions from the night before. Of course, he’d asked him to go get pie with him before he’d disappeared. The only question remaining was how he’d gotten his number. He for sure didn’t remember giving it to him and he didn’t want him to have it. He would never know peace if Richie was able to text him.

Eddie: Why do you have my number?

Richie: Bev gave it to me

Eddie: Why?

Richie: I asked her

Eddie: Why?

Richie: I wanted it

Eddie: Why?

Richie: did you give your phone to a 5yo?

Eddie: I’m just trying to understand why you would want to have the ability to contact me

Richie: you’re not very social, are you?

Eddie: No. I’m not.

Richie: we’ll have to work on that Eds

Eddie: Don’t call me that

A text came through from Ben, letting him know he was downstairs. Eddie set his phone aside, ignoring the new texts from Richie and going to the intercom. He pushed the button that would allow Ben to enter and unlocked his front door. He went back to the couch and a minute later Ben was letting himself in. At first glance, he didn’t look upset. Things must have gone well.

“So?” Eddie said, expectantly.

“I kissed her.” Ben blurted out, going tense.

“What? Really?” Eddie was really interested now.

“We left the bar and we were just walking. It was cold but it was like, I couldn’t even tell or something. I just wanted to keep walking forever if it meant that I could have her by my side.”

“Ok, enough of the poetic shit. Tell me what happened.”

“We stopped to get coffee at this place that was still open, and we were sitting and talking and…”

“And?”

“She’s just so pretty. I was staring at her and she started laughing at me, so I thought I screwed up. Then she just leaned across the table and kissed me.”

“Like, on the mouth?”

“Yep.”

“I told you she liked you.” Eddie couldn’t help the ‘I told you so’ as he had been telling Ben for months that Bev was into him. He was so sure that she wouldn’t be into him that he doubted every move he made around her.

Ben finally left the door and joined Eddie on the couch. He looked like he was in disbelief, like maybe he was thinking that he’d dreamt it all.

“So, are you guys dating then?” Eddie asked, pulling his legs up underneath him.

“I think so. She said I was cute and then we held hands while I walked her home and we kissed again before I left.”

“Did you ask her out again?”

“No. But she said her birthday is on Thursday and she wants both of us to come.”

“Is it a party?”

“She said drinking and laser tag.”

That didn’t sound terrible to Eddie. He liked Bev. Considered her a friend. He would like to celebrate her birthday with her. He’d never been to play laser tag, so he wasn’t sure he’d be any good. Still, he didn’t have any classes on Friday so a fun night out on Thursday didn’t sound bad.

“Should be fun. And, hey, she wants to see you again after kissing you. That’s a good sign, right?” Eddie asked, patting Ben on the shoulder.

“I guess. Do I kiss her when I see her? When I shop for a birthday gift, should I shop like I’m buying for a girlfriend? Or a friend?”

“You need to calm the fuck down, man. When you see her, if she wants to kiss you, she will let you know. This is Beverly we’re talking about. As for a gift, just buy her something you know she’ll like. I’ll go with you to find something.”

“Really?”

“Yea, of course.”

Ben wrapped his arms around Eddie and pulled him into a crushing hug. “I love you.”

“I know.” Eddie patted his back and laughed. “I love you too.”

Ben ended up staying the rest of the afternoon. They spent the day watching movies and playing games together. It had been a long time since they last did this, just enjoying each other’s company. They ordered dinner, Ben paid, and ate in front of the TV. Eddie told him about how he knew Richie and how Bev had given him his phone number without asking him first. Now he had him saved as a contact in his phone and he hated it.

When night fell, Ben chose to stay the night instead of heading back to his dorm. Tomorrow was Sunday and he didn’t have to be anywhere. They shared Eddie’s bed and the next morning they went out for a late breakfast of pancakes and coffee at a diner. Eddie absently remembered Richie’s comment about cheating on him with someone else’s coffee and rolled his eyes, drinking every drop and asking for a refill.

#It #it (2017)#it (2019)#reddie #benverly #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #Ro writes

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juniperhillpatient · 4 years

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Richie was experiencing the rare phenomena of having no idea what to say.

He and Eddie had been laying on his bed in silence for about twenty minutes, which was a feat Richie would’ve guessed to be impossible for the two of them until it happened. He’d had a decent thanksgiving himself. He’d spent it with his parents, his grandparents on both sides, Beverly, and Beverly’s aunt. It’d been nice. He and Bev had helped his mom make the mashed potatoes, and she’d let the two of them drink wine with her.

He was starting to get mad at himself for not putting his foot down and insisting that Eddie come over too, though. The thing is, he’d tried. The two of them had gotten into one of their biggest arguments over the matter the day before Thanksgiving, and Richie felt like things still weren’t quite right. He hated it.

He hated Sonja Kaspbrak.

He’d tried to convince Eddie that just because his mom had had a stupid heart-attack didn’t mean he needed to spend time with her. She was fine now, and besides, she could afford to hire an in-home nurse if she wanted. She chose not to, and it was very obvious to Richie that at least part of the reason was so she could manipulate Eddie into continuing to check up on her. Will and Jessica Hanlon had managed to convince Eddie to stay with them and not move back home, but it had not been easy, and Eddie had insisted on spending Thanksgiving with his mom.

He’d come over Friday morning looking upset and Richie had just given him a hug and asked if everything was alright. Eddie had just said no and the of them had gone up to Richie’s room. Now, Eddie was laying with his head on Richie’s chest.

Richie was pretty sure if he had to stare at the ceiling in silence for another second, he was going to go insane.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“Not really.”

Right. Of course not. It was moments like this that Richie felt most inadequate. He didn’t know how to talk about these things. He didn’t know how to make it better.

“Alright,” Richie said. “I get it. Your mom ate all the food and there wasn’t enough left for you or anyone else. Well you are in luck, because we have enough leftovers to feed an army. There’s a fifty-fifty shot the brownies are edibles since Bev made them but that just adds to the fun. Let’s go get some, ok?”

“I’m not really hungry,” Eddie said.

Richie sighed and rolled onto his side so that Eddie was forced to sit up a little and lean on his elbow, so they were facing each other.

“You know what I think we should do?” Richie said. “Friendsgiving. Us losers, Kay, Audra, and Georgie. We can all just bring leftovers from our family thanksgivings. We could do it this weekend. Or today, really."

“Yeah, that could be fun,” Eddie admitted, the corner of his mouth hinting at a smile.

“I can tell from your enthusiasm what a good idea you think it is,” Richie teased.

Now he finally got a smile. “Alright, it’s the most brilliant idea ever. You’re a genius. No one in the history of the world other than you has ever thought of Friendsgiving. You deserve a Nobel prize.”

“I know I do,” Richie said. “I’m kinda amazing.”

“Yeah, kinda,” Eddie said with a soft smile, the sarcasm in his voice gone. He leaned in and kissed Richie and Richie thought, not for the first time, that he had no idea what he’d ever done to deserve Eddie.

The kiss was over much sooner than Richie would’ve liked. He leaned in and pulled Eddie in for a second kiss, hugging himself closer to Eddie.

“You’re the one who’s amazing,” Richie said against Eddie’s lips. “I mean it. I shouldn’t have been such a dick about Thanksgiving. I totally get why you felt like you had to spend it with your mom.”

“Don’t talk about my mom right now,” Eddie muttered.

“Shutting up,” Richie said with a laugh, leaning in for more kisses.

About an hour later, the two of them decided to text the group about the idea for a Friendsgiving.

Trashmouth: so I had a genius idea

Spaghetti: he had an idea that’s been had by 80% of the population before

‘Spaghetti’ changed his username to ItsEddie

ItsEddie: stop changing my username :/

MikeyWay: what’s the idea y’all

BigBill: what did I say about using the term ‘y’all’ smh

StanTheMan: I have to agree with Bill on that one. Sorry babe but no yee yees in the chat

MikyWay: can’t believe farm culture is being slandered in this chat. homophobia at it’s worst :/

BeverBitch: no one in this chat is a cishet mike u can’t claim homophobia

Trashmouth: what about @haystack

Haystack: been meaning to tell y’all something….

BigBill: BEN

StanThaMan: BENJAMIN

MikyWay: ahhaha @haystack thank u king for supporting farmboy culture <3

ItsEddie: let the man speak he said he had to tell us something so shut up

Haystack: soooooooo the whole ‘man’ thing. Not so much

Haystack: Been going to therapy and thinking through some stuff. I by ‘they/them’ now

BigBill: finally!!! another non cissy in the group <3

MikeyWay: <3

ItsEddie: <3

Trashmouth: <3

StanTheMan: <3

BeverBitch: <3 told y’all there were no cishets in the club

StanTheMan: wait so did you just out ben

Haystack: sksdkjaldjal no we’re together rn she asked if she could say that lmao

BeverBitch: yeah damn stan who do you think I am

StanTheMan: I’m SORRY it’s not that I think you’d do that I was just confused. Didn’t know you guys were physically together right now

BeverBitch: It’s ok stan I get it you think I'm a horrible person but it's FINE

StanTheMan: whatever bitch

BeverBitch: ilu2 stan

StanTheMan: <3

MikeyWay: is ben still a good name?? @haystack

Haystack: ily y’all

Haystack: & yes

MikeyWay loved Haystack’s message

MikeyWay: y’all is a good term

Haystack: I like it because it’s gender neutral & the idea of the lgbts appropriating redneck culture is funny

BigBill: ok fine that is actually kinda funny

StanTheMan: I actually never thought about it like that

BigBill: ok i guess y’all just became valid

Trashmouth: well now @haystack has stolen the thunder but do Y’ALL still wanna hear the idea

Haystack: sorry richie

Haystack: yes lmao

Trashmouth: @haystack lmao it’s ok ily & I’m glad you told us

Trashmouth: the idea is to go black friday shopping as a group & get murdered over a discounted vacuum

ItsEddie: stfu richie no it’s not

Trashmouth: it’s not. we don’t support capitalism in this chat.

ItsEddie: the idea is for us all to have a friendsgiving get together

Trashmouth: @BigBill invite audra & georgie

ItsEddie: @BeverBitch invite kay

BeverBitch: when do you guys wanna do it

Trashmouth: today???

Haystack: yess

Haystack: come over!

BeverBitch: bring leftovers <3

BigBill: oh yess

StanTheMan: heck yeah

MikeyWay: HELL yeah

Trashmouth: heckity yes

ItsEddie: fuck ye

Eddie closed the chat with a grin and turned his attention back to Richie. “Thanks.”

“For what?” Richie asked.

“Putting up with my drama mostly. But also for this. For distracting me and planning this whole Friendsgiving thing.”

“Maybe I just wanna hang out with our friends,” Richie said. “Not everything is about you.”

“Whatever,” Eddie said. He leaned in and kissed Richie.

He thought, as he did, how glad he was that he could do that now. They’d been official since Halloween but it felt both like a lifetime and like no time at all had passed. They had jumped right in with ‘I love yous’ the day they admitted their feelings and came out to their friends and the couple thing had come easily to them for the most part. Yet, to Eddie who had been head over heels for Richie since they were eleven, and maybe even before that, every kiss felt like a shock. He couldn’t believe he got to be with Richie in real life. Not a fantasy, or a dream, but for real.

“What?” Richie asked.

Eddie must have been staring. “Nothing,” Eddie said.

“It’s something.”

Eddie laughed and pressed his face against Richie’s chest. “I’m sure you’ll laugh at me for this but I was thinking that thanksgiving is silly and honestly it’s got a messed up racist history, but I am so thankful for you.”

Richie made a soft sound that was suspiciously like an unironic ‘aw.’ Eddie grinned.

“That’s so fucking cute, babe,” Richie said. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Eddie hesitated. “And I’m sorry I’ve been so weird about the holiday.” He pulled his face away from Richie’s chest so he could look at him. “It’s just weird, you know? I’ve never spent a holiday without her. And she kept texting me about how she didn’t want to spend the day alone and how she missed me.”

Richie frowned and Eddie knew what he was thinking. ‘She doesn’t deserve to spend the day with you. And maybe, maybe if you were stronger she wouldn’t be able to manipulate you so easily. She’s just a manipulative bitch and even if she does really care she shows it in horrible toxic ways.’

No. He pushed those thoughts away because they weren’t fair to Richie, who would never think anything like that. He might be thinking that Sonja Kaspbrak was a bitch, or that she didn’t deserve to spend the day with Eddie, but the rest of it was Eddie’s own insecurities. He had to own up to them and stop pretending they were anything but that – personal insecurities.

“I know I suck for letting her guilt-trip me like that, I know it’s weak and-”

“I never said that,” Richie interrupted. “I just said that you shouldn’t let her get to you. It’s not weak.”

“It is,” Eddie said. “I admit it. I just start feeling bad, thinking about her in that house all alone.”

“I know,” Richie said. “And that’s what makes me so mad. You actually give a shit and empathize with her and she uses it against you. It’s bullshit.” He hesitated. Eddie gave him a second. It was rare that Richie hesitated before speaking and it meant he was trying to give the conversation proper care, which Eddie appreciated. “So how was it?”

It was Eddie’s turn to hesitate. He didn’t honestly know how to categorize the awkward thanksgiving dinner he’d had with his mom and his aunts. The thing is, it hadn’t been as bad as he’d been afraid it would be. She hadn’t told his aunts about him being gay, and she didn’t bring it up for which he was grateful. She didn’t bring up the argument they’d had about medicine either. Instead, she and her sisters had talked for a bit about how unfair the criticism Donald Trump got was, and then they’d moved to talking about the food. In short, it had been about like every other thanksgiving Eddie had ever had.

At the end, he’d just left and gone back to the Hanlon farm. Will and Jessica had saved him some food which he ate even though he was already full, and he and Mike went to the back porch after dinner. Mike had smoked and Eddie even took a hit himself.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he said to Richie.

“Then why didn’t you want to talk about it?”

“Because,” Eddie paused, trying to find the words. “It wasn’t that bad but that’s what makes this so hard. Sometimes it seems like I overreacted by moving out.”

“Eddie,” Richie said. It was a mark of the seriousness of the topic that Richie used his real name. “She drugged you and made you think you had illnesses you didn’t for years and said you were sick when she found out about you being gay. One day that’s not awful doesn’t mean you overreacted by getting the hell out of that situation. I’m just so scared you’re gonna go back to that, and I hate to think about it because I just love you and want you to be in a good place and the Hanlons really love you and-”

“Richie,” Eddie interrupted because Richie was starting to do the thing that he sometimes did where he started talking faster and faster as his internal freakout mounted. “I’m not moving back in with my mom. You can relax, ok? I just can’t cut things off completely. I tried that and I can’t do it. I know I should be able to, but I can’t.”

“Hey, it’s ok,” Richie said. “You don’t have to. It’s complicated, I get that.”

Eddie kissed Richie and tried to put all the things he didn't have words for into the kiss. Like how grateful he was that Richie understood, and how much he appreciated Richie listening.

“Alright, let’s go pig out on leftovers with our friends," he said.

“Agreed,” Richie said.

They went downstairs and asked Went and Maggie if they could bring some of the leftovers from the day before to a get together for the losers and they were pretty obliging. Honestly, it seemed like they were relieved to get some of the food out of the fridge as it was pretty crowded in there.

As they gathered up the food and debated what to bring and what to leave, Eddie realized something. His mom was his blood, and maybe someday he would cut her off and maybe he wouldn’t but she wasn’t his family. Richie was his family. The losers club were his family. Kay and Audra and Georgie were his family. And the thought of this family that didn’t make him feel trapped or uncertain but instead filled him with warmth and love made it difficult to stop smiling.

A/N: this snippet is part of THIS fic but it’s sort of an interlude & I think it also works as a one-shot so I wanted to post it separately here. I wanted to write something cute for thanksgiving so it’s late but here ya go

#reddie #reddie thanksgiving fic #reddie fic #it fic #reddie thanksgiving #losers club thanksgiving #rose pretends she can write about it

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hollymartinswrites · 5 years

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Two negatives make a positive - HollyMartins - IT - Stephen King [Archive of Our Own] →

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom, Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough, Mike Hanlon, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It, Post-IT Chapter Two (2019), Domestic, Light Angst, Family Feels, Childhood Trauma, Adoption, Kid Fic, Adopted Children, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Marriage, Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier Are Parents, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Minor Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Beverly Marsh & Richie Tozier Are Best Friends Summary:

Eddie and Richie embark on the most terrifying experience of all—parenthood.

Or, the author desperately needed a domestic, family fix-it for Richie and Eddie.

Chapter III: Richie and Eddie discover the challenges of increasing their family of three to four.

Eddie walked through the front door, locked it behind him, and shrugged out of his jacket. He could hear Richie’s obnoxious laughter from the living room and music that sounded vaguely familiar. Placing his briefcase down on the ground, he followed the sounds and walked into Richie and Lydia both lounging on the couch. Eddie glanced at the TV.

“Wayne’s World?” he said, raising his eyebrows at Richie.

“Hi, Daddy,” Lydia exclaimed, turning and standing on the couch to give Eddie a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the top of her head.

“It’s a classic, babe,” Richie said. He looked up and pursed his lips in an exaggerated manner. Eddie leaned down to quickly kiss him.

“But it’s not exactly age appropriate, is it?” he asked, motioning towards Lydia who had turned back to the TV.

“It’s on cable, edited,” Richie explained. “You eat anything? We got some leftovers in the fridge.”

“I grabbed a sandwich before I left,” he muttered. He walked around the couch to tiredly collapse beside Lydia. Yawning, he tried to watch the movie but found his mind wandering. He briefly considered heading in for a shower and then bed but resisted. It wasn’t often that he got to watch a movie with his family and he was determined to enjoy it—though he had never quite understood the appeal of Wayne’s World. Maybe it was because he never got into metal but still, it was worth it to just hear Richie’s ridiculous laugh.

Soon enough, Eddie’s eyes grew heavy and he felt himself falling towards sleep when he was jerked awake by a kick to his side. He glanced down; Lydia had stretched out, her feet in his side and her head in Richie’s lap. She was fast asleep.

“Lemme put her to bed,” he murmured.

“Hang on, it’s almost over,” Richie insisted.

“Rich…”

“She’s asleep anyway. There’s only like fifteen minutes left, I’ll help.”

Eddie sighed and remained seated, waiting for the movie (which he suspected Richie had seen a few dozen times) to finish. He closed his eyes and suddenly, he was in his childhood home, trapped in the living room he had so hated, forced to sit still by his mother as she had the TV switched onto whatever she wanted to watch. It was stifling, the air thick with tension that his mother was seemingly oblivious to, and all Eddie wanted was to run out of the house and never look back. But he wasn’t foolish—he had nowhere to go and no one but his mother.

Eddie gasped for breath, his eyes flying open and his heart pumping wildly. He swallowed and looked down, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to gather his daughter into his arms and yet, he resisted for fear of smothering her.

“Eds, you alright?” Richie asked, concerned.

“Yes,” Eddie gasped. “I just...need to shower and clear my mind.”

“Okay,” Richie said slowly. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” Eddie insisted and carefully stood to hurry to their bedroom.

He stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling behind him. He ran a hand through his wet hair and straightened, determined to face this as bravely as he could. He looked up at Richie lounging on the bed, his phone in his hand.

“Hey,” Eddie said, clearing his throat, “can we talk?”

Richie looked up at him, eyebrows raised and Eddie inwardly winced. Fuck, he wish he was better with words.

“I don’t want Lydia to be an only child,” he said quickly, the words rushing out of his mouth.

Richie stared at him, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. Then he threw his head back and laughed. Eddie scowled.

“Shut the fuck up,” he said. “You’re gonna wake up Lydia.”

“Jesus, Eddie,” Richie gasped, calming down ever so slightly, “I thought you were about to drop a fucking bombshell. Don’t scare me like that.”

“Sorry,” he muttered before heading towards the bed and sitting down.

“It’s fine,” Richie said, wiping at his eyes and grinning. “But I do think we need to talk about this.”

“Yeah.” Eddie ran a hand through his hair again. “So, um, what do you think?”

Richie raised his eyebrows again and sat up.

“Well, this did kinda come out of nowhere,” he said. “What made you think of this anyway?”

Eddie looked down at his lap, where his hands were clasped tightly. He separated them and stretched his fingers.

“I…” he began, searching for the words. “I just...I don’t want her to be alone.”

“She’s got us, Eds,” Richie said gently.

“It’s not the same,” he insisted, meeting Richie’s eyes. “You had your sisters growing up and I know you didn’t always get along but at least you had someone on your side at home.”

“I guess so.”

“And now you guys have each other for when things get tough,” Eddie continued, his voice growing more and more strained. “I had no one.”

“Eds—”

“I mean, I had you and the rest of the Losers but it’s not the same thing. It fucking sucks going home to an empty house with just an adult waiting for you. And then when she died...fuck, I had to deal with that on my own.”

Eddie started a bit when he felt Richie’s lips against his temple.

“This isn’t just about Lydia, is it?” he whispered along his hair.

Eddie hunched his shoulders and shook his head.

“I know, I know, I’m projecting,” he muttered. “Fuck, I’m just like her.”

“Who?” Richie asked, sharply. When Eddie didn’t respond, he quickly wrapped an arm around Eddie’s shoulder and insisted, “If you’re about to say that you’re like your mom, I swear to God, Eds.”

“It’s true though.”

“It’s not,” Richie said firmly. “Eddie, you’re an incredible father and you love Lydia. And she loves you.”

Eddie took a deep breath and clenched his eyes shut.

“But she’s still alone,” he whispered. “And I want her to have someone. A sibling.”

“Okay,” Richie said after a few moments. “I get it. And I feel the same way for the most part. But having two kids is a hell of a lot different than just one. I mean, we have a lot of figuring out to do.”

“I know,” Eddie said. “It’s a lot. And I don’t expect it to be easy.”

“No, but we’re a solid team.”

Eddie nodded.

“And we have to talk to Lydia,” he said. “She may not want this.”

Richie gathered Eddie into his arms.

“You’re a good dad,” he whispered against his hair. “And we can figure this out. I know we can.”

Eddie leaned into Richie’s embrace, exhaled a shaking breath, and smiled.

Going from one child to two did come with a great deal of changes. For one thing, Richie decided to cut back drastically on his career—he stopped touring, settling on doing shows only in the tristate area, and only on nights when Eddie could stay home all day with the kids.

When the Losers heard this, they were shocked and assumed, among themselves, that Richie wouldn’t last more than a couple months as a house husband. They were sort of right. It was only six weeks before Eddie declared that, in order to preserve the sanity in their house, Richie had to have a creative outlet that went beyond simply trying to make his daughters laugh. So, with the help of his agent, Richie became the very thing he had resented in his career: a comedy writer.

He wrote material for several different comics, a couple of whom were LGBTQ+, and actually, found it kind of enjoyable. Not having to perform it meant there was less pressure and it was even oddly freeing. He could say whatever he wanted and it didn’t matter; no one knew it was him. When the Losers worried that this wouldn’t be enough, Richie waved them off. The draw to performing live just wasn’t there anymore. Besides, he had a much better audience at home (and one that was more in line with his own emotional maturity, Eddie had remarked, which had gotten quite a laugh from everyone).

But Richie cutting back on his career meant someone had to support the family, so Eddie found himself working harder. The long days were difficult but Eddie was good at his job and he took pride in being able to provide for his family. Besides, coming home to Richie and the girls made it all really fucking worth it.

And one of the most unexpected changes in adopting a second child was how suddenly the previous dynamics switched. When they adopted Tess, only three years old and terribly shy, Eddie had assumed that Richie would immediately ingratiate himself with their new daughter and become the favorite. Instead, Tess had taken one look at her fathers and all but latched herself to Eddie.

She followed him around the house, cried hysterically when he went out of her sight, gripped his legs to prevent him from leaving, and only allowed him to read her bedtime stories. It touched his heart, but mostly Eddie just found it amusing—especially when her overt favoritism seemed to really confound Richie.

“I don’t get it,” he complained. “I’m the fun one.”

Mike and Ben laughed while Bev rubbed his back in sympathy. The Losers were in their dining room, picking at a half-eaten cheesecake and drinking copious amounts of coffee and tea. They had stopped at Richie and Eddie’s house en route to New York City to celebrate the launch of Bill’s latest bestseller (and for Ben and Bev to look at some townhouses) but first had to meet the latest Loser.

Lydia had delighted in being the center of attention once again but Tess had immediately reached her arms up to Eddie (who naturally picked her up) and hid her face in his chest, refusing to acknowledge any one other than her Daddy. The Losers weren’t offended.

But now the girls had been put to bed, and it was time for the grown-ups to relax and catch up. Or, simply complain about how unfair it was to no longer be the favorite, in Richie’s case.

“It’s just a phase,” Bev insisted.

“Or maybe she just isn’t a fan of your comedy,” Bill offered.

“I knew she was the smart one of the family,” Eddie replied.

Richie flipped him off and stabbed at the cheesecake with his fork.

“Well, I don’t know why she wants you to do the bedtime stories,” he remarked. “You can’t do the voices.”

“What voices?” Mike asked.

“You know, the different voices for everyone,” Richie explained, waving his hand. “The Lorax has a different voice than the Wild Things and whatnot. Eddie reads bedtime stories like he’s presenting at a fucking business meeting.”

Eddie rolled his eyes as the others laughed.

“Why can’t you just let Eddie have this?” Ben asked, grinning. “What’s the big deal?”

“Because Richie doesn’t want to be just a dad,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “He wants to be a cool dad.”

More laughter, until Ben and Mike had to admit they didn’t get the joke, which immediately launched into Richie explaining the entire plot of Mean Girls in excruciatingly minute detail. Eddie only managed to stop him by shoveling a fork full of cheesecake in his husband’s mouth, much to the Losers’ relief.

When they left for their hotel, each of the Losers congratulated Richie and Eddie on their latest foray into parenthood. Bev embraced both of them and told them how happy she was that they were both so happy. Richie told her to stop being embarrassing and Eddie merely looked away, blinking rapidly.

“I don’t like that you care more about work than your family but we all got our crosses to bear, right?” Richie snapped. “So forgive me for letting off a little steam to someone who actually cares.”

Eddie stared at him, his eyes wide and sinking feeling in chest. Richie looked away, grabbed the first t-shirt he could find in the bureau and put it on.

“I’m gonna go sit with the kids,” he muttered. “Text Bev back for me and tell her everything’s fucking fine.”

Eddie watched him stalk out of the bedroom, too stunned to attempt to stop him. How long he stood there, gaping at nothing, he had no idea. Then the phone in his hand pinged. He blinked and glanced down at it. Another text from Bev. He opened it.

Let me know when he gets home. Now you’ve got me worried.

Eddie sighed and tapped in a reply. He didn’t want to leave Bev hanging.

He’s home now. Thanks.

He threw the phone on the bed and went into the bathroom, determined to shower and clear his mind before he did something he regretted. Later, clean but drained, he walked quietly down the hallway and saw Richie carrying Tess into the kitchen.

“Come on, kiddo, you gotta try to get some medicine down,” he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

“No, no, no,” Tess wailed. “I hate it.”

“I know, sweetheart, but if you don’t, you could get sicker and then end up in the hospital or something.”

Eddie hurried into the kitchen and stopped short at the sight of Tess sitting on the table, tears streaming down her face and struggling to breathe through her congestion. The moment her eyes met his, she began to cry in earnest and reached her arms towards him. Richie turned from taking the medicine bottle out of the refrigerator. He said nothing, though Eddie noticed his lips tighten.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured, gathering Tess into his arms. He sat down, arranging her on his lap. “Everything’s okay. I know you’re not feeling good right now but I need you to do me a favor.”

Tess hiccuped and wiped at her eyes before nodding slowly.

“I need you to try to take some of this medicine. I know it’s yucky but you gotta try. I can show you a trick though,” he continued. “If you keep your nose closed, you won’t taste it. I promise.” He turned towards Richie. “Can you get a juicebox out?”

Richie did so, stabbing the straw through the top with a little more force than necessary. He handed it to Eddie, who held it ready.

“Listen, we’re gonna do this quick, okay?” Eddie continued. “You’re gonna take that medicine and then drink this juice down. And you won’t taste it for long.”

“Promise?” Tess asked, her voice thick with tears.

“I promise,” Eddie insisted. “Then you can brush your teeth and go to bed feeling better.”

Richie crouched in front of them, holding the plastic spoon filled with thick, frankly disgusting looking medicine in his hand.

“Close your nose, sweetheart,” Eddie repeated. Tess hesitated briefly before squeezing her nose tightly between two fingers and opened her mouth. Richie quickly fed her the medicine and, before she even had a chance to fully swallow, Eddie brought the straw to her lips. She drank the juice deeply but immediately opened her mouth and began sobbing again.

“Good job, you did it,” Eddie said, tightening his arms around her.

“You did it, kiddo, all done,” Richie said, standing. He ran a hand through her hair and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. She immediately turned and hid her face in Eddie’s chest, crying. Richie’s eyes briefly met Eddie, before he turned away and dropped the spoon in the sink.

“I’m going to put Lydia to bed,” he said and disappeared.

Eddie sighed before brushing his lips along the top of Tess’s head.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he whispered.

“It was awful!” she wailed.

“I know,” he said, standing up with her in his arms. “Being sick is no fun. Tomorrow I’m going to get you something else to help you feel better that won’t taste so bad, okay? And if you take it, we can relax at home and watch movies.”

Tess wiped at her eyes and running nose. Eddie smiled, and briefly wondered how he had managed to get to this point in his life where the sight of someone else’s mucus didn’t really bother him. Tess smiled, too.

“Okay,” she said before laying her head on his shoulder. “Can we watch Wizard of Oz?”

“We can watch whatever you want,” he promised, carrying her into her bedroom. He passed the open door to Lydia’s room and quickly glanced in. Richie was laying beside her on the bed, quietly reading A Wrinkle in Time aloud. He made no notice of Eddie and Lydia, too enraptured with the story, did not either. Eddie continued on.

Eddie yawned and rubbed at his face as he stood in front of the coffee maker. The sun was just beginning to peek through the kitchen windows. With luck (and the drowsy side effects of their medicine), the girls wouldn’t be up for at least a couple of hours.

“What are you doing here?”

Eddie glanced over his shoulder. Richie was staring at him from the doorway, looking completely disheveled, with hair standing at all angles and his glasses askew. Eddie had to admit to himself, he looked cute, if not nearly dead on his feet.

“I’m making coffee, what does it look like?” Eddie replied.

“What about work?”

“I took a sick day,” Eddie answered and, taking out two mugs, poured coffee for the both of them.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Richie shake his head in disbelief. Eddie ignored it, refusing to rise to the bait. He handed Richie his coffee before taking out the milk and sugar and placing them on the table.

“How was Lydia?” he asked nonchalantly.

“Once she got the cough medicine down, she passed out,” Richie sighed. “She avoided it the first couple hours.”

“It’s that fucking artificial flavoring—”

“Yeah, I know, you said it last night.”

The quiet anger that had been simmering in his belly since the night before started to boil inside Eddie. He briefly considered leaving the kitchen but knew, rationally, that would solve nothing. He cleared his throat.

“Can you do me a favor?” he asked. Richie glanced at him, a wary look on his face as he nodded slowly. “Don’t ever tell one of our daughters they’re going to have to go to the hospital again.”

Richie blinked.

“What?” he asked, a blank look on his face.

“Last night,” Eddie continued, “you told Tess if she didn’t take her medicine, she’d get sicker and end up in the hospital.”

Richie rolled his eyes.

“I was just trying to get her to listen and take the damn medicine,” he insisted. “I didn’t mean it.”

“But she didn’t know that,” Eddie shot back. “Don’t threaten them with the hospital.”

“That wasn’t a fucking threat. Jesus, Eddie, what do take me for?”

“Just don’t, from now on, okay?”

“It’s not like I’m your fucking mother,” Richie continued. “You’ve act enough like her for the both of us.”

The two men stared at one another, a tense silence enveloping them both. For several moments, neither said a thing, as if daring the other to make the first move. But Eddie had always been the brave one.

“Are we really going to do this right now?” he asked hoarsely.

“Do what?” Richie asked, his shoulders sagging.

“Act like assholes just because our kids are sick.”

“It’s not because of the kids,” Richie asserted and hid his face in his hands. “Fuck, Eddie.”

“Then what it is? Fucking tell me so we can move on.”

“I told you last night,” Richie said, raising his head. His wide eyes had a desperate look to them.

“I work too much,” Eddie answered. “Is that it?”

Richie sighed and shook his head.

“I just...Eddie, work can’t be the priority.”

“And how are we supposed to live?” Eddie asked. Richie opened his mouth several times before closing it finally. “You don’t think I’d love to be home with the kids more? But someone has to support us.”

Richie paled rapidly and Eddie noticed that his hands resting on the table curled into fists.

“Don’t fucking do that,” Richie hissed. Eddie swallowed. He had never heard that tone of voice from his husband. “I gave up everything for us. I gave up my career, my life in LA, my fucking sanity for our family because I knew one of us had to be here to raise our kids. Don’t act like I’m just a fucking freeloader hanging out at home in my fucking pajamas all day.”

“I’m not saying that, Rich,” Eddie insisted, the urge to reach out and take his hand almost overwhelming him. “I know you work hard here at home.”

“I do it because you won’t. Or can’t. Either way, it’s on me.”

Something sharp pierced through Eddie’s heart, and he resisted the urge to rest his hand on the scar on his chest. For a moment, Richie looked abashed before swallowing and sitting back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest.

Eddie nodded once.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “You’re right, Richie.”

“Eds, I—”

“No, you’re absolutely right. I can’t do what you do,” he admitted, looking down at his half-drunk coffee. “I’m not the same sort of father that you are. I get it.”

“Eddie, don’t—”

“Shh, quiet.”

They both fell silent. From Tess’s room came a plaintive, “Daddy, Papa.”

“She’s gonna wake up her sister,” Eddie grumbled before standing and leaving Richie stunned and alone in the kitchen.

Eddie sat on the bed and yawned, grateful to finally be in his bedroom after another long day of sneezing and coughing children. The new medicine he had purchased seemed to be doing the trick, however, along with several hours of sitting on the couch watching movies so he was certain the girls would be on the mend by tomorrow. God, he never wanted to see a wadded up, used tissue again.

Richie walked in and headed straight for the bureau, searching for fresh pajamas. Once satisfied, he reached for the bedroom door.

“Where are you going?” Eddie asked tiredly.

Richie stopped short and tensed up ever so slightly.

“Back to Lydia’s room,” he said.

Eddie rolled his eyes and ran a hand down his face.

“Enough, Richie, just sleep here tonight.”

“But—”

“I’m too fucking exhausted to fight with you anymore,” Eddie admitted. “So just come here.”

Richie turned and stared at him, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but in their bedroom at the moment. Eddie frowned.

“Look, we both fucked up,” he sighed. “And we both know Lydia could tell we were in a fight all day so let’s figure this out before she thinks we’re getting a divorce or something.”

Richie’s entire body seemed to slump downwards. He looked incredibly drained and Eddie’s heart went out to him. He took a tentative step towards Eddie and sighed.

“I shouldn’t have said that shit about you as a dad,” he admitted softly. “I was angry and tired and that’s not a fucking excuse but...I’m sorry.”

Eddie swallowed and nodded.

“And I know you weren’t threatening Tess last night,” he said. “I just...freaked out and remembered my mom pulling that shit and I guess I just...overreacted.”

Richie blinked rapidly and sniffed.

“You’re not your mom, Eds.”

“I know, you always say that.”

“Because it’s fucking true.” Richie took two long steps and sat beside Eddie on the bed, taking his hand in his. “I was being an asshole.”

“So was I. And I get it,” Eddie continued. “I know I work too much and I know you get overwhelmed with having the kids all day.”

“I signed up for it though,” Richie muttered.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t help out more,” Eddie replied. “And I do fucking hate how much I work. It’s just…” he sighed, searching for the right words. He felt Richie’s eyes on him and he took a deep breath. “It’s just...it’s the only thing I’m good at.”

Richie raised his eyebrows, his mouth falling open.

“What the fuck,” he said. “What the fuck are you talking about, Eds?”

“I have one thing that I was always successful at, one thing to be proud of, and it’s my ability to do my job,” Eddie continued, the words now spilling out of him. “I mean, of course I’m proud of our kids but I constantly think I’m screwing up. At work, I don’t have that. And it’s totally selfish of me, I know, but—”

“Eddie, Eddie, shut up.”

Eddie did. Richie took his face in his hands and gazed directly into his eyes.

“You are a fucking idiot, Edward Tozier,” he said firmly and slowly. Eddie couldn’t help it; he laughed. “I’m fucking serious here. You are not your job. That is not the only thing you are good at. You’re funny, and loving, and smarter than anyone else I know, and you’re fucking dedicated to the people you love. And you always know how to get the kids to calm down and how to talk me off the ledge and without you, this family would be incomplete. I love you. Our girls love you. And I’m sorry you’re married to such an asshole but you did say yes so that’s on you.” Eddie blinked and realized he had tears in his eyes. “Yes, you’re really good at your job and I do think it’s totally sexy that you’re the steadfast, manly provider for our family.” Eddie rolled his eyes. “I just don’t want you regretting how much you’re working later, you know? We just gotta...find a balance. And not be dicks about it.”

“That’s gonna be tough for you,” Eddie replied, sniffing. Richie smiled and his face brightened when Eddie leaned in to kiss him deeply.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” Richie sighed against his lips.

“Me too,” Eddie whispered. “The next time we fight, we should just immediately make out.”

“The kids will get grossed out,” Richie observed. “But I guess they deserve it after all the puke and snot they just put us through.”

Eddie laughed and pushed Richie down on the bed.

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It fic exchange!!!

so here's my reddie fic for @disneyfan567 for the it fic exchange event! no trigger warnings, sorry for any mistakes or lack of skill this displays as i havent written in a long time and this is the first time ive written in this fandom

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Eddie was 13 when he moved to Ohio. Sonia decided she had had enough of Derry, and the small town was doing more harm than good to her delicate son. To describe Eddie's reaction, reluctant was an understatement. He was leaving his 6 best friends, his only real friends, all because of his mother's glorified temper tantrum.

The past 3 years were (in)arguably the best years of his life. He met his best friends, more of a family than his own (which really just consisted of his overbearing mother), he had irreplaceable experiences and memories with his best friends, these friends entirely shaped and nurtured his character. So to have his mother rip all of that away from him, well it understandably upset him. Most of all, he didn't know how he was going to cope with the frequent flashbacks and nightmares that taxed him emotionally and mentally several times a week, dutifully owed to that short, albeit rather traumatic summer of 89’.

For 3 long, yet oh so short years, Eddie coped with these strains through the support of his friends, especially a loudmouthed, annoying boy with Coke bottle glasses and slightly bucked teeth, named Richard Tozier, who couldn't find it in him to ever stop annoying Eddie, or stop telling him how much he loved him, or stop picking flowers for him on walks because he knew even though Eddie denied it, they really did make Eddie happier than he cared to admit.

How do you cope with a demon clown terrorising you and your friends’ lives for an entire summer, haunting you as your worst fear, using unholy tactics to scare you in unimaginable ways, trapping you in its crack den, and almost killing you miles below land level, all at the ripe age of 10? Hopefully you found yourself down there with your 6 best friends. You also let your mind do the forgetting. Well, what it can. There's some things you can't forget.

Until you leave Derry.

Eddie started forgetting the moment the plane took off, whether he realized it or not. He managed to remember his friends for a short while, but vaguely. He didn't remember the poems Ben gave him every birthday, or that the friendship bracelet on his left wrist was made by thee Beverly Marsh. He didn't remember that the reason his room was always so tidy was because Stan Uris couldn't help himself every time they chose Eddie’s place as the hangout spot (when Sonia wasn't home of course), or all the scary stories Bill liked to tell at their weekly sleepovers at the ass crack of 3 am. He didn't remember how Jessica and Will Hanlon were by far the superior parents of the friend group and the snacks they so generously provided to said group were the best he ever had, no doubt that Mike directly inherited their kind and generous traits.

When he woke up at the end of his plane ride, he didn't even remember that the lily flower in his hand was given to him as a parting gift by Richie, whose parents picked him up from the airport after he gave one last hug goodbye at the gate and waved Eddie off with flower in hand. Even after intently looking down, confused, and finally remembering it was indeed Richie who gave him the flower, he still didn't remember Richie’s endearing flower giving habit.

He promised them he'd stay in touch, but it wasn't long before the initials BH, BM, SU, BD, MH, and RT were just meaningless letters next to a series of unknown house phone numbers.

It wasn't until he forgot one particular conversation with Bill during a sleepover one night in 6th grade that he forgot Richie completely.

“Bill?” Eddie whispered, lying down in Bill’s bed, not even sure if Bill was awake.

“Y-yeah?” Bill replied after some silence.

“So, we're best friends right?”

“Well y-yeah, I m-mean all-” Bill started before being interrupted.

“No I mean like, I know the seven of us are best friends obviously, but I mean, we’re best-best friends, you know what I mean? Like even before the lucky seven it's always been us right?”

“Oh. Yeah I s-suppose.” Bill reassured him.

It took Eddie a second to try and gather his thoughts and articulate what he was trying to say.

“Well, I feel like, Richie’s different from all of you.”

“Yeah n-no sh-shit Eddie, that k-kid can't k-keep his mou-” Bill was again interrupted.

“No, that's not what I mean. I mean,” Eddie again had to organize his thoughts in his head, which proved to be difficult when not even he knew what he was thinking. “I mean I feel different with him. Like when he gives me flowers and stuff, and he's the only one that calls me Eds. But I know you're my best friend. My best-best friend. Am I wrong? Maybe Richie is my best-best friend?” At this point it felt like Eddie was just saying it out loud for himself.

After a few seconds, which felt like several minutes to Eddie, Bill giggled.

“What?” Eddie asked, almost panicked.

While Bill didn't necessarily believe this, the thought amused him greatly. “It s-sounds like you have a c-cr-crush on h-him.”

“Wh-... you th-” Eddie just about got whiplash from Bill’s statement. “You think I have a crush on him?!”

“I n-never said that… I j-just said it s-sounds like you do.”

“I'm not… I don't like boys like that. My mom told me what it means if you do and what happens, and I don't think I do,” he backtracked.

At this point, Bill was almost asleep. “Okay Eddie, that's fine,”

“I think maybe you're just both my best friends,” Eddie assured, but undoubtedly he said this more for himself than for Bill. Bill probably succumbed to slumber before Eddie could even start.

Once any evidence of this conversation having occurred left his brain, any trace of Richie was buried deep under newer things. The others were already long gone. The nightly nightmares he experience fizzled out eventually, but they did resurface every once in a while. On the other side of the same coin however, he did have dreams about the good times with the losers. He never remembered them when he woke up, though.

Not to mention, he was frequently frustrated at his lack of motivation to clean his room properly, wondering why his always clean room in Derry suddenly had no place in his new life in Ohio. Where's a Stan Uris when you need him?

He tried to make friends. For a bit he was even in a nice friend group of people he clicked fairly well with, they were funny and kind and they welcomed him with open arms. But nothing felt right. They were funny, but it hurt to laugh at their jokes, they were nice, but almost too nice. If anyone so much as cracked a your mom joke, Eddie's first thought was an annoyed “Stop trying to be-” but always stopped short right there.

Stop trying to be who?

He didn't know. He didn't remember.

So at the end of his sophomore year, when he asked his mom to sign his permission form for the classes he wanted to take the upcoming school year, his mom declined.

“Eddie Bear, we're moving back to Derry this summer.” Sonia said apologetically, understanding he'll have to say goodbye to the friends he doesn't have.

“Wait, what?” confused was an understatement. He had to rack his brain for a moment to even remember what “Derry” meant.

“It’s getting difficult for me to support us financially here, so we're moving back near your Aunt Jodie and she's going to help us a little bit. We should start packing no later than the end of May, we’ll be out of the house and into the new one at the beginning of July in time for you to to get settled and start school at Derry High.”

Eddie had never felt more indifferent in his whole entire life, while also feeling an inkling of hope he didn't quite understand. If anything, his biggest curiosity was why he didn't feel even a whisper of sadness for leaving the people he knew in Marietta, Ohio. While Eddie didn't care about moving back to Derry, and it meant almost nothing to him on the surface, the Eds inside of Eddie couldn't help peeking through.

So they moved back. Eddie finished packing up his belongings before the deadline his mother gave to start packing had even passed, and he didn't bother telling any of his “friends” (perhaps acquaintances is a more applicable word) that he was leaving because the truth was, it was more trouble than it was worth. They would no doubt care more than twice as much as he did, so he left without so much of a trace of a goodbye.

Now that Eddie was 16, he could drive. While Sonia wouldn't buy Eddie his own car, not over her dead body, she did allow him to use hers when it was available, and given her physical state and social life, it was almost always available. After a solid 8 hours of unpacking his things in his new, snug room on an otherwise uneventful July evening, he picked up his mom's keys.

“Bye Mom!” he shouted loud enough for his mom to hear without bothering to hear her response as he shut the door.

He shoved the key in ignition. Despite not having been in town for 3 years, he was still able to navigate the area without assistance. He drove to the coffee shop that he had vague memories of visiting during middle school winters for hot chocolate with some friends whose faces he couldn't quite remember yet.

Walking in it didn't look much different. Not that Derry would care enough to update the coffee shop, or any shop for that matter, for any reason.

“Hi, how can I help you?” a blonde girl at the register asked uninterestedly.

She definitely hates her job, Eddie thought while pointlessly perusing the menu, already knowing what he planned to order. Sophomore year was not academically kind to Eddie, and a caffeine addiction to compensate for the mass amount of all nighters pulled did occur.

“Can I just have a black coffee with sugar?” he asked while digging through his tattered black wallet he received as a birthday gift in seventh grade. He then flinched his head up in response to hearing another employee drop an entire pitcher of coffee on the floor.

“Oh, fuck,” said worker pointedly exclaimed, which not only stirred a giggle out of Eddie, but his voice in combination with his oddly familiar black curly hair caused his heart drop, though completely lost as to why.

“Your name?”

“Hello?” She asked after a moment.

“Hello!” the blonde girl repeatedly nagged, trying to catch Eddie’s lost attention.

“What? Sorry I missed that,” Eddie finally grounded himself. Unfortunately his attempt to catch the other employees face failed as he stayed turned away and then hurried to his hands and knees on the floor.

“I need your name for your order.”

“Oh yeah of course, Eddie.” Not even seconds after his response, he heard something nearly inaudible, completely not understandable from the employee on the floor, which was confirmed by the blonde girl, which Eddie now gathered from her name tag to be Sarah, who exasperatedly asked about the other employee’s struggle.

“You alright down there?”

“Yeah, I’m just peachy, Sarah,” hearing the voice even clearer instilled a visceral reaction even stronger in Eddie once again.

Sarah took Eddie’s cash, distributed his change, and set his cup down on the back counter for when the other employee to make when he was done cleaning up his mess. He picked a seat close by the counter and waited. After a few minutes, longer than probably usual, given time dedicated to cleaning up the coffee on the floor, Eddie heard his name called by the same antagonist and saw his coffee set on the counter, but employee was again out of sight. Eddie grabbed the coffee and with no reason to stay he made his way back to the car.

Drinking his iced coffee on his way home, at a stop light he picked up his drink and studied it curiously. He noticed the boy who made his drink must have added his name for some reason because when Sarah set it down for him to make, there was nothing written on it. However, clearly on the cup, was his name:

While looking at the little flower next to his name made him smile, it was a cute gesture, it filled him with a familiar sense of longing and loneliness, as if he was missing something. He got home, finished his coffee, continued unpacking, dreadfully argued with his mom about leaving the house without telling her where he was going, and went to sleep. It was less of a need for caffeine but more of an eagerness to learn about a curly headed, clumsy employee that brought him back to the coffee shop the next day.

So he came back. He came back at the same time too, to have his best chance of the boy being on shift.

“How can I help you?” Sarah asked.

“Black coffee with sugar, Eddie.” successfully staying on track with Sarah this time around.

Again, she set the blank cup on the counter and just like before, his name with a dainty doodle of a flower beside it. Unfortunately, even if he wanted to say anything to the employee which Eddie now knew wears a big pair of glasses, his introverted nature wouldn't allow it. Back to home it was, to continue setting up his new room.

The next couple of weeks was the same routine, and quite lonely. Being in the middle of summer, with no school to be his vessel of socializing, and no friends, it was him, his lonely self, and his mom. For all intents and purposes, him and his lonely self.

However one morning, in a hurry as he had a family gathering for brunch to attend to, he knew he wouldn't be able to get to the coffee shop in the evening so he came in the morning, despite knowing the shift would likely not be the same.

He walked in and noticed it was in fact not Sarah at the register but didn't look further.

“How can I help you?” The boy at the register was looking down.

“Just a black coffee and sugar. Eddie.” He got the cash from his wallet and told the boy he could keep the change as he was already late to his aunt's house and confident he could do without the dollar and 74 cents. As he walked to the counter to get his coffee as soon as it was ready, he noticed the boy scribbling his name and a flower on the cup but his brain didn't process anything other than how late he was. He took his coffee eagerly and made his way back to his car, knowing his mom (who was already there after being picked up by her sister) was no stranger to yelling at Eddie for “caring more about himself than his family”.

On the drive to his house he allowed himself time to think and thought about the boy at the register. He was familiar to Eddie and not just because he's seen him every day for two weeks, making his regular order with ease.

The Coke bottle glasses.

The flower.

The unkempt, black, curly hair.

But that was still too out of reach for him. He thought about it for as long as he could without having an aneurysm from working his brain too hard and decided he would come back the next morning for the same shift.

Sonia greeted Eddie outside before he was able to come inside.

“Eddie bear, why are you so late?”

“Sorry ma, I was up late finishing my summer assignment and I stopped to get coffee when I left,” Eddie started despite knowing this wouldn't be enough to appease his mom.

“Aunt Jodie is being very kind to help us out and this is the first time seeing family since we've gotten back, you should show your gratitude properly. Say thank you when we come in.”

“I will, Ma. Why didn't you just wake me up and take the car here?”

“Aunt Jodie wanted to catch up with me before everyone else got here. She took us to breakfast. I figured you'd have enough autonomy to drive yourself here on time. Are you feeling well? Did you sleep enough?”

“Yes, ma!” Eddie spoke as he got out of the car and locked it, handing the keys to his mom. “I just overslept. Sorry for being late.”

However, while his cousins and aunts and uncles were asking him how Ohio was and if he was sad to leave his friends and if he left a broken hearted girlfriend back in Marietta, all he could think about was the coffee shop employee who never failed to doodle a flower next to his name.

He got home late, worked on his summer assignment, because against what he told his mom, he had in fact not started yet. He made sure to wake up at the same time as the morning before and headed to the coffee shop. To his pleasure, the boy was at the register.

“How can I help you?”

Eddie stared at him.

“Uh,” He couldn't help but chortle as Eddie stared, wordlessly, and then it appeared as though a freight train of memories hit him square in the head.

“Oh my God,” Eddie nearly dropped to the floor. “Richie? Richie fucking Tozier? Is this a joke?”

“Ya know Eds, I was starting to think you really forgot me. Or maybe you just hated me.” Richie allowed himself to laugh.

“I… I did forget you? But how? We-” and at that moment Richie could visibly see It creep itself back into Eddie’s memories.

“Holy shit? You forgot about that too? Do you have amnesia? What happened to that pretty little head of yours?” Richie put his hand on Eddie's forehead and pretended to feel his temperature.

“Oh my God,” whiplash had struck Eddie again. “I need to sit down,” He started to move to a chair nearby when he remembered more. “The others! Beverly, and Ben, and Stan and Bill and Mike!” he quite literally felt like someone waking up from a 20 year coma, rediscovering everything that happened before he fell asleep.

“They're peachy. Stan's actually getting back from visiting his family in Florida today.” Richie informed him. “Any reason you never stayed in touch like you said you would? Left a man hanging.”

“It's like, wait- those initials were yours!” Suddenly three years of wondering who those house numbers in his binder belonged to clicked. “It’s like I forgot you guys as soon as I left,”

“That soon? Ed's, you wound me,” Richie teased. “But you're still wearing the friendship bracelet Bev made.” He held out his wrist and displayed a bracelet of the same pattern but in different colors. “What’s she got that I don't?”

For the first time in 3 years, Eddie let out a genuine laugh.

“Are you busy, cutie? I'm on break in 15 minutes and I can get someone to cover the rest of my shift,” Richie asked, hopeful.

“Yeah that's fine.. uh.. have you been working every day? All day?” Eddie asked, concerned.

“Well the past couple of weeks at least a couple of us from the gang has been visiting family or doin’ some crazy shit so I figured I'd make use of time and make some money, we're doing a road trip in a couple of weeks.”

“Oh that's cool-”

“You're invited, if you want, obviously. What better way to celebrate you coming back than a road trip? Ed's, just wait till’ they find out you're back-” Richie cut himself off when he noticed another man walk into the shop and they both decided to end the conversation there so he could order. “Okay hold on I'm gonna take his order, and I'll be out in 10 minutes, you can wait here if you want?”

“Sounds good,” Eddie couldn't help the smile on his face, it's contagiousness showing in Richie's smile.

After waiting for a bit, Richie came from the back out of his uniform, a bag on his shoulder, and a rose in his hand. He held it out to Eddie.

“Do you just, carry flowers with you?” Eddie looked at him curiously.

“No but I- after I saw you yesterday morning and I passed this one on my way to work, something told me I should grab it.” Eddie took it. “Flowers still get ya goin’?” Eddie punched him in the shoulder.

“Thanks, Rich.” He smiled.

“Where to now, spaghetti?” Richie put his arm around Eddie.

“For 3 glorious years I never had to hear that, don't call me spaghetti!”

“Okay Eds, answer the question!”

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The Band of Toziers

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Anon:

Storis, Mileven and Reddie story where Boris, Richie and Mike are cousins, brothers or something. Up to you. I don’t really care about the plotline. Go crazy. Thanks 😁

I chose to swap Mileven for Byler, sorry anon 😬😬

Summary:

Just a fluffy fic of Richie, Boris and Mike meeting each other and going on a road trip together before they all go to college.

Richie Tozier has a twin, Mike Wheeler, and a cousin, Boris Pavlikovsky. His cousin was adopted as soon as he was born and sent to Russia while his twin was sent to Maggie's sister, Karen, a week after birth as Maggie and Wentworth couldn't afford to look after another child.

After an upsetting hour down in the clubhouse, Richie drives back up to his house only to see a strange car and woman in the house talking with Maggie. Little did he know he'd get the best shock of his life.

*********

Straight after graduation the Losers Club head down to the clubhouse, beers and weed in hand. They run through the dense trees and shrubs. The crunching of fallen leaves beneath their feet echo through the thick green forest on the outskirts of town. All thrilled to finally get out of the hell town that is called, Derry. Ben reaches the hatch first and pulls open the wooden door waiting for everyone to enter into the bunker before making his way down the metal ladder and closing the hatch.

For once in 10 years, the Spring is scorching. The Losers had spent more time down at the quarry than ever before.

Between the odd jobs and studying for finals, they all managed to spend an hour or two down in the dirty water of the quarry with a bunch of other teenagers. Not once had the quarry been so popular, it had taken the 7 of them by surprise. But since people in Derry didn't have swimming pools, kids had started to migrate down to the quarry. But the barrens? The barrens are just for them. Nobody goes down into the forest.

Bev's the first to open the cooler that Richie and Mike carried down together from Richie's truck. "Anyone else?" She asks the 6 boys, only Richie and Bill raised their hands and passes them both a beer. Eddie hands Richie a bottle opener from his fanny pack that he tossed under the hammock.

"Thanks, Eds," Richie says cracking the lid off the bottle and taking a swig from it. Eddie repositions himself in a more comfortable position so that Richie's feet aren't digging into his side. Eddie stopped cursing out the nickname a year ago because no matter what, Richie will always call him 'Eds'.

They all sit in silence, not knowing what to say to each other since they're still processing their graduation.

None of them knows what each other's major is or college they're going to. Richie came up with the idea the week before their college responses came out. He suggested that they should wait until after graduation to share the colleges they're going to but the 7 of them are quiet. In the deafening silence, Eddie decides to reach for Richie's beer to take a quick swig from it and immediately cringes at the taste. "Bev, got anything else in there besides this piss?" Eddie asks.

"I got lemonade and a bottle of vodka," Bev replies.

"I'll go with that." Eddie watches as Bev mixes him a drink and hands him the cup. He feels the burn of the alcohol and slightly cringes but it passes within a second.

"How about we do what Richie said a few weeks ago?" Mike suggests.

"Or we can guess, write down the college and major and we pull one out at random," Ben says. They all agreed and Stan gets up to grab his note pad, pens and a shot of vodka. Even though they know each other's writing, it still would be fun.

Eddie leans right back and brings a leg up to lean the paper on, immediately writing down 'NYU: Business'. When Eddie had received his letter, he wanted nothing more than to rave about it to Richie since he knew that Richie wanted to study Arts at NYU. But little to his knowledge, Richie accepted the California State University letter, instead of the NYU letter.

As Eddie tosses the paper into Bill's graduation cap he notices a remorseful look on Richie's face. It's subtle and only there for a split second before it changes into a laugh. "Come on Stanley Urine, read out the paper," Richie says in a British accent, Eddie has to admit, it has gotten pretty good over the years.

"Princeton, English," Stan reads, "Bill no way! You got the scholarship?!"

Stan's the first who rushes to Bill to hug him before everyone else steps in and hugs him. It wasn't a secret that Bill was applying for writing scholarships to the big Ivy League schools. Even though Havard and Yale had turned him down, there was still hope for Princeton. When Princeton accepted his application he was quick to respond, not wanting to waste any time. Though this is one of the biggest secrets that have been kept from the Losers Club; the top one being, Richie's crush on a certain hypochondriac.

Bill reads the next one, "CSU, Arts." Eddie chokes on the vodka and lemonade, looking directly at Richie, his eyes wide and filled with shock, while Richie looks at him with repentance.

Everyone knows that the two planned on going to the same college or university, but as soon as Eddie broke into a coughing fit, everyone knew that he was not going to the same school. Eddie doesn't know how to live without Richie. Richie's the only person he needs that will support him alp him through a panic attack. The tall brunette is his rock, his 'brother' and the only person whose opinion matters to him. Even though the two are opposites, neither boy can live without the other.

"It's not too late to change, I can - " Richie starts.

"Rich, we'll just call each other once a week or something," Eddie says sadly and gets up and leaves the clubhouse.

The Trashmouth tries to follow Eddie out, but Stan holds him back. If there's anyone else who knows Eddie as well as Richie, it's Stanley.

Stan, being very observant with a keen eye for detail, knows more about each of the Losers than they know themselves. It's moments like these that Stan's talent comes in handy when Richie's impulsivity and emotional thinking clock over his rationale. Richie in his normal state would opt to give Eddie his space. However, repentance and years of pining together basically equal a mess.

"I think I'm going to go home," Richie says and is met with a stern look from Stan, "chill, man, I'm only going home."

****

Once he pulls up to his driveway, Richie notices a car, that he hasn't seen before, parked out the front of his house. He decides to sneak in through his bedroom window and climbs the apple tree that is coincidently directly out the front. It's the very tree that lets him sneak in and out, at the ungodly hours of the night, to go hang out with Eddie, without being caught. Because if he was ever caught, he'd be grounded for at least a month at most 3.

He throws his bag on the ground and hauls himself through the opening, accidentally ninja rolling as he gets his long lanky legs and rest of his torso through. The soft sounds of laughter echo up the stairs, making the curiosity take over Richie's cerebellum. He finds himself gravitating towards the stairs, the sound of laughter getting louder as he walks toward the kitchen. "Oh, Richie, honey!" Maggie exclaims. "I didn't here you come in."

"Yeah, I just got back," Richie replies sadly and turns towards the stranger. "Hi, I'm Richie," he holds his hand out for the woman to shake.

"I'm your Aunt Karen," the woman replies shaking Richie's hand. "Your brother is just in the bathroom, he'll be out in just a moment."

"B-b-brother?"

He doesn't have a brother and his mom doesn't have a sister. His grandparents died before he was born and his parents are both only children. There's no way that his mom has a sister and there is certainly no way he has a brother he doesn't know about. He's 18 and has no recollection of ever having a brother.

A tall brown-haired boy walks into the kitchen from the guest toilet downstairs. Richie's eyes widen, as he's faced with a young boy that looks almost identical to him. The only difference is, is the fact that he doesn't wear glasses. How is that possible? How is it possible that he has a brother that he didn't know about until today?

"Mike this is Richie, Richie this is Mike," Maggie says to the boys. "Mike's going to Cali too."

"Ma, I don't know if I wanna go to Cali, Eds he - " The strength, that he had upon leaving the clubhouse, left, his eyes start to tear up. "I can't - "

"You want to go to NYU for a boy?" Karen says surprised.

"Those two have been joint at the hip since they were 3, Eddie is like another son to me," Maggie says standing up for Richie and pulls him into a hug. "It's your decision baby. Nobody is forcing you to go to Cali and nobody is forcing you to go to NYU."

Richie nods and excuses himself to his room, he apologises to his brother and tells him that if he wants he can come up too. Mike turns down the offer, wanting Richie to be alone while he thinks things over and stays downstairs to talk with the adults.

"AHHHH! Fucking Hell Edward!" Richie screams placing a hand on his heart.

"RICHARD, ARE YOU OKAY?" Maggie yells.

"YEAH! EDDIE JUST SCARED ME!" Richie calls back down and quickly closes his door. "What are you doing here Eds?"

"I wanted to talk to you about college," the hypochondriac says.

Richie nods and slowly advances towards his bed, sitting down beside Eddie. The boy beside him turns so that he's now facing Richie. Eddie brings his legs up to his chest, and Richie takes it as a symbolic safety barrier.

"I know that it's your decision - "

"Eds, I made my decision. I thought about it all the way home. NYU has a better program. I chose CSU because I wanted to be close to the beach and didn't give two shits about the actual program." Richie explains. "Besides, I want to be with you."

"That's so gay Rich." Eddie laughs.

"Yeah well, I am gay so seems kinda fitting and I am madly in love with you - " He clamps a hand over his mouth, Eddie moves off the and slowly makes his way to the window.

Fuck!

"I am so so sorry, this wasn't how - fuck!" Richie states.

Eddie, finally realising what he's doing, stops himself from making another backward step toward the window. "Eddie, please say something," Richie mumbles but Eddie can't. It's like he's frozen, only his chest can move to breathe but other than that he's stuck in time, frozen in a shocked state. "Please, I can't lose you Eds."

"I like you too 'Chee but as I said, I'm not going to make you change to NYU," Eddie says.

"I'm going to make the phone call and try to get us a dorm together."

Eddie nods and watches as Richie phones both universities. Eddie can tell that Richie's on the verge of having a panic attack but manages to hold on to his sanity for the full half-hour that he was on the phone.

Once he is off the phone, Richie sets himself up on the NYU dorm site and waves Eddie over to the computer. Eddie walks over and helps Richie pick out a dorm room that has an ensuite. Sure it's a little more expensive, but it's better than contracting some sort of illness from a total stranger. Richie quickly books in for the room with an ensuite before their all occupied and requests to have Eddie Kaspbrak room with him.

"Oh before I forget, I need you to come downstairs with me," Richie says.

"What did you do?" Eddie asks. Richie shrugs and pulls Eddie down the stairs to the kitchen.

Eddie's a little concerned when he sees a woman and a boy. He's never met them and Richie has never spoken about a boy that looks identical to him

"Eddie, this is my brother, Mike and my Aunt Karen," Richie says, "I just met them today." Richie's essentially bouncing up and down with excitement as he introduces his boyfriend? Yeah, boyfriend, to his family that he just met 1 hour ago. "Aunt K and Mike, this is my boyfriend Eddie."

"Boyfriend?" Maggie asks, "when? Does Sonia know?!"

"Literally half an hour ago. No Mrs K has no idea," Richie replies.

" I don't think she will ever find out," Eddie replies and laces his hand in Richie's.

Maggie simply nods knowing to never ask Eddie about his mother's intents. She made that mistake once and the poor boy ended up crying. He had begged her to not call social services or the police but witnessing the distraught and panic that the 14-year-old boy had, it left Maggie no other option but to phone the police. However, Sonia was clever, she had managed to convince the officer that had shown up at her door, that there was no such issue. The pharmacist and the doctor all stated that there was nothing wrong but under the watchful eyes of Richard, Maggie and Wentworth Tozier, there was a lot wrong with Eddie's treatment. All three Toziers vowed to treat Eddie like he's part of the family wanting him to feel the right love and affection that he should've been getting from his mom.

And on this occasion, it's the same, but with Eddie now being 18, he doesn't have to listen to his mother. So he decides to talk to Maggie alone, taking her out to the back yard of her own home.

"Mrs Tozier, you don't mind if I stay here until college, do you? I am happy to stay in the guest bedroom." Eddie says.

"Of course not! You're 18 now and out of school," Maggie says. "If you think it's unsafe for you to be at home, you're more than welcome here." Eddie quickly says 'thanks' to her and is about to head back inside when she stops him. "And, please, we're on a first-name basis here Eddie, you've known us for 15 years!"

When Eddie comes back inside, he gets Richie to take him to his house to collect a few things. Richie begs Mike to come along so that he can drive him around town, to show him around. Mike agrees and laughs at Richie's enthusiasm. Richie darts out the door towards his white beaten-up truck, with his keys rattling in his pocket. Eddie laughs as Richie fumbles to unlock the truck. He honestly has no idea how Richie is so energetic all the time when the kid never gets enough sleep. He can only assume it's the coffee and energy drinks on top of his ADHD.

"Seat belts kids!" Richie sings as all three boys buckle up and Richie puts the car in reverse and sure enough, they're heading out down the street.

"You left the clubhouse early?" Eddie says quietly.

"I made you upset, I was going to follow you but Staniel stopped me," Richie replies. "How about we continue this later?" Eddie nods. Richie is quick to take Eddie's hand in his and runs his thumb over his knuckles.

It doesn't take long before the three of them make it to Eddie's house. "Mike, do you have your license?" Richie asks and his twin nods in response. "I will explain everything, but, as of right now, I need you to be our getaway driver."

As Richie gets out, Mike climbs over to the driver's side and gets behind the wheel.

Richie and Eddie climb up the tree that grows outside of Eddie's bedroom.

"Eds, take all your necessities," Richie whispers, knowing full well that Sonia is downstairs. Eddie grabs two backpacks and starts chucking clothes in them. He takes his soap and shampoo as well as his toothpaste, toothbrush, deodorant and two bottles of cologne from the bathroom. Richie watches as Eddie grabs his stash of playboy magazines from underneath his pyjamas and shoves them into one of the bags, the tall brunette gulps loudly with nervousness.

Before he knows it, Richie is following Eddie out the window and racing towards the car. They jump straight into the back seat and Mike's driving off down the road.

Richie asks Mike to pull over when they're a few blocks away so that Richie can take over. "So why was I a getaway driver?" Mike asks.

"Eds' mom is ... how would you put it, babe?" Richie says.

"She's overbearing and smothering. She made me believe that I was sick up until I was 13." Eddie says.

"Sorry about your mom," Mike says.

"Don't worry about it. I've got a family that loves me." Eddie takes Richie's free hand in his, smiling up at him.

That's true, Richie thinks to himself. The Losers are always there for each other. Even though Eddie never disclosed the information about his mom to the Losers, they knew that he was afraid. Especially when he came out a year ago. Sonia tried to use her reason against him but Eddie knew better. Everything she ever told him was a lie, his illnesses, most of his allergies, the way the world was. She wanted him holed up in his bedroom for the rest of his life, only showing her his love and affection, nobody else.

But now he can run away and she can do nothing. He left a note on his door for her to read and that's that. The rest of his life begins now, and now he can do whatever the fuck he wants. "Rich, can we go down to the store? I want to bleach my hair," Eddie says. "We can show Mike around town too."

Richie smirks and takes a sharp turn towards the heart of the town.

**** By the time the three of them come back, with ice creams in their hands, there's another boy in the kitchen. Richie and Mike look to one another, there's no way that they have another brother. "Boys this is your cousin, Boris," Maggie says. Richie just about faints. This is all too overwhelming for the poor boy.

He just graduated today

Found out that the boy of his dreams is not going to the same university

He finally got the boy of his dreams

He changed universities and scored a dorm room with that said boy of his dreams

He met his twin for the first time

His boyfriend is running away from his mother

And now he's meeting his cousin for the first time. Add that to the list of crazy things that happened today.

"Hello, Richard, Michael," Boris' accent runs thick, he embraces the two tall curly-haired brunettes. "Nice to meet you both."

"Nice to meet you too Boris," Mike says and Richie just grumbles.

How is he meant to react? It seems odd, meeting a cousin and a twin brother, for the first time in 18 years. "Nice to meet you too, man," Richie finally says. "Why don't we go up to my room?"

Mike and Boris follow Richie and Eddie up the stairs.

It bewilders Eddie, seeing how there are now 3 variations of Richie.

Richie, the only one with glasses, will only wear Hawaiian shirts or flannels, jeans and converse. He changes into accents whenever he's telling a story or a joke just to make it funny. Not to mention his potty mouth where almost every sentence has a swear word in it.

Mike wears a bright coloured polo shirt with shorts. In Eddie's opinion, he looks like Stan but with brighter coloured clothes. He seems more logical and certainly isn't impulsive like his brother.

Boris is dressed in pure black. Black shirt, black pants, black socks and black shoes. Carries and umbrella and talks in somewhat cryptic sentences with a thick Russian accent.

Eddie watches as the three of them interact, and he can already see that Richie is the happy middle of the three. He's got the logic and intelligence as his twin but the badass and wit as his cousin. It's kinda funny but creepy, all at the same time. "Eds, why don't we invite the Losers over?" Richie suggests.

"Is that wise? Your family is probably overwhelmed by your egotistical persona," Eddie says. Richie gives him a look, "oh come on, you've talked yourself up all afternoon!"

"You don't think that do you?" Richie asks the two boys. Boris shakes his head but Mike hesitates.

"It's okay Mike, I found Richie very overwhelming, when I first met him."

"I don't mind meeting your friends. If they're anything like Eddie, I'm sure they're great," Mike says.

"Oh brother dearest, that is by far the overstatement of the year." Richie pauses for the dramatic effect (like he always does). "Eddie's the second loudest and second most annoying, Loser," Richie says.

"Who's number one then?" Boris asks.

"You're looking at him," Richie says, pointing to himself.

Eddie laughs and texts the Losers, telling them to bring themselves over to the Tozier household.

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The Stars and the Moon, He Hung Them Just For You ( 2 / 15)

“Have any friends, Rich?” Eddie asked gently. He was resting his head on his hand that was supporting itself on his elbow.

“No…” Richie admitted trying not to sound ashamed of his answer. Eddie’s features softened, maybe with pity, but Richie wouldn’t know. Nobody ever feels bad for him, he doesn’t even know what that looks like.

“Consider me your first, okay?”

Eddie… wants to be my friend?

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“Where are you from, Richie?” Eddie asks with a polite tone, Richie assumes Eddie is only really being nice because it’s their first day.

“Uh… Maine.” Richie replied, purposely making his response dry of details. Derry wasn’t anything special anyway, slap on his past and it’s an even worse topic of discussion.

“Yeah? I lived in Maine for some time, Derry to be specific. My family moved when I had barely started my first year in high school.”

Oh. Shit, he lived in Derry once? A piece of Richie doesn’t believe it, he’s sure he would’ve met and remembered Eddie, it’s a small town after all. Maybe they had met once, there wasn’t exactly a range of options when it came to putting a kid in school in Derry unless he was homeschooled.

“Oh, yeah I’ve… been to Derry. Didn’t like it very much.” That last part was barely above a whisper. He didn’t really mean to lie about his status in Derry, but his past wasn’t something he even comfortable thinking about anymore. Plus, what kind of first impression is that giving his new coworker? He’d actually like Eddie to think he’s normal.

“As far as I remember, Derry was terrible. Everyone had something they hated, apparently, they hated my family the entire time I lived there.” Eddie’s voice was a little off at the end, something Richie wasn’t sure of, confusion? Sadness? It wasn’t much like the polite tone he had in his voice before.

“Oh… uh, sorry.” Richie added, he wasn’t really sure how to respond, and he was deathly afraid of saying the wrong thing.

“Don’t be, I ended up living in New York for a long time. My family wanted me to attend college there but I kinda wanted a change of pace, I figured California would be… more accepting.”

Eddie’s expression was unreadable again for Richie. He wasn’t exactly sure what to make of that, what it might mean. Richie didn’t ask though, he didn’t even let himself linger on the thought for too long because he’s afraid of giving into what the back of his mind is screaming at him. He’s gotta keep his mind in check, that meant nothing. Being… that was dirty, and Richie couldn’t hope that Eddie was dirty, that’s wrong.

“Have any friends, Rich?” Eddie asked gently. He was resting his head on his hand that was supporting itself on his elbow.

“Consider me your first, okay?”

Eddie… wants to be my friend?

He tenses up at the mere idea of it, but looking into Eddie’s eyes, seeing something he’s never seen before, he can’t say no.

“Okay.”

…

“What’s your favorite song, Rich?” Eddie asked. It was the next day, Richie and Eddie’s second shift in a job that Richie was slowly figuring out.

Of course, he wasn’t figuring out just the job.

Turns out, Eddie doesn’t have friends either. He met someone in his apartment complex named Ben, but that’s it. Richie was actually the only person he had spoken to the whole time he lived there, which, to be fair, was only two weeks. Still, Eddie, in Richie’s mind, could be friends with anyone he wants, Richie wonders why he would even consider choosing him. Probably because they’re coworkers, right?

“My favorite song… changes very easily.” Richie says slowly. Honestly, he really wants to avoid the question altogether, he doesn’t want to be judged for his music taste. Last time Richie told anyone his favorite song, he was called a fag, and that was before he came out.

“Yeah? Mine too. What’s your current favorite song?”

Richie scratched the back of his neck, Eddie was really leaving him no option, and there’s no way he could say no to someone at this point. He really had no excuse. Richie wonders if he’d be able to say no if he was a different person, but he doesn’t dwell on it for long, Eddie is waiting.

“I… really like the song Dreaming of You… by Cigarettes After Sex.” He stumbled on that last word, he kinda forgot the band name could be distasteful to some people. But Eddie didn’t notice, his face lit up instead.

“Wait really? My favorite song is Starry Eyes by Cigarettes After Sex!”

Oh. Oh! That’s not what Richie was expecting at all. He was expecting a weird look and awkward silence, that’s what he was used to. He was so shocked, he almost didn’t respond to Eddie.

“R-Really?” Richie squeaked out, “I… nobody really knows who they are.”

Eddie shrugs, his smile still bright and apparent on his face. “Well, sometimes that makes bonding over it a little more special.”

“We’re bonding?” Richie blurted out before he could stop himself. His face went a bright pink when he realized what he said, but once again, Eddie’s giggling directed his attention elsewhere.

“I guess we are.”

They both looked down with shy, content smiles, and fell into a comfortable silence. One of the first comfortable silences Richie had ever been in.

“So, Dreaming of You, huh?” Eddie said, still looking down. “Dreaming of anyone, Rich?”

Richie didn’t respond right away. He thought for a second, he thought about his experiences with relationships. No crushes to his history, no friends to stick around, nobody to remember. Richie hadn’t been dreaming of anyone, but looking at Eddie, being friends with Eddie, Richie thinks that maybe that will all change.

“I’m kidding, Richie.” Eddie huffs out a laugh when Richie doesn’t respond, “you don’t need to answer.”

Richie sighs and nods his head, but the fear of him actually dreaming of Eddie floats in his mind.

…

Eddie came in the next day with a smile on his face and a skip in his step, it made Richie curious, but he scolded himself in his mind for even looking at Eddie. Eddie quickly got behind the cash register and dug into the backpack he brought every day to work and pulled out a few papers with words Richie couldn’t properly see. Richie wondered if Eddie had something on his mind, in the past few days they had been working together, Eddie always came in happily. But this was extra happy, something Richie hasn’t seen before.

“Hey, Rich,” Eddie said, calling Richie out of his own head.

“Sorry…” Richie mumbled, feeling a little ashamed that he wasn’t paying attention to Eddie. Shit, that was rude, wasn’t it? Come on, good friends don’t ignore their friends. Does he think I was ignoring him? Should I ask him? No wait, don’t do that, that’s stupid-

“Don’t apologize, you were in your own little world there,” Eddie said with a lopsided smile that made Richie feel… confused. He was never allowed to get away with that with people before, they’d call him stupid and rude, he’d be lucky if they only spared a glare in his direction.

“But anyway, I made this list last night for you.” Eddie handed over the papers he had in his bag. Richie took them slowly, not really sure what exactly was going on. When he looked over the words on the lined paper, he realized they were songs.

Blackout Control - Spendtime Palace

Fluorescent Adolescent - Arctic Monkeys

Boys Got to Go - BRONCHO

Honey - III Spector Lemon Boy - Cavetown

Void - The Neighborhood

The list goes on.

Richie looks up at Eddie with shock written all over his face. He’s heard some of these songs before, but knowing that Eddie made something for him, even if it’s just a list, it does something to him. Gives him hope.

“Thank you.” Richie breathes quietly, Eddie barely catches onto what he says. How genuine his words are caught Eddie a little off guard, he sounds like he’s never been given anything in his whole life. Richie doesn’t know, but that detail breaks his heart a little.

“You’re… You’re welcome.” Eddie says, and Richie hopes he knows that one list just made Richie’s whole year. He made Richie’s whole year.

…

“You ever been in a planetarium before?” Eddie asks. He’s looking behind him at the entrance to the planetarium with a bored expression. It’s late on a Friday night, normally the two would’ve gone home by then, like the people who can actually operate the planetarium. Unfortunately, the boss man (Stan) told the two that the museum was gonna be opened later due to some interview bullshit that the mayor would be doing. The actual boss wanted at least one person from every “station” to stay behind and redirect people to the interview in case they’d wander off and get lost. Richie thought it was bullshit, but he didn’t say anything. Eddie almost did, he’s like a firecracker in Richie’s eyes, ready to pop.

“No,” Richie shakes his head. He knows he wants to explain to Eddie that there were none in his hometown, but sharing details made a red light in his mind go off. Plus, he didn’t wanna say too much and bore Eddie.

Eddie nods his head and hums, “yeah me neither, wanna check it out?”

Richie’s jaw dropped and his voice was caught in his throat. Sneak in? Is this guy crazy?

“Awe, come on, Rich!” Eddie slightly whined, “nobody has even come back here! We’d be fine, trust me.”

Richie had never done anything rebellious before as a kid. When he was young, he was always cautious not to do something that would upset his mom, but he was torn between that option and not being called a “little bitch” by his peers. He’s still caught between that now, he doesn’t wanna get in trouble, but he couldn’t stand the thought of Eddie thinking he was a little bitch. He wanted Eddie to like him, he wanted Eddie to treat him like he has this whole time.

“O-Okay…” Richie says weakly, the nerves in his voice apparent, and it didn’t go over Eddie’s head. Eddie looked at him with stern, serious eyes, and then they soften.

“Rich, we don’t have to go in. I’m just bored but if it makes you uncomfortable, we don’t have to go in.”

No! He cries out in his mind, man up Tozier! You can do this.

“It’s… it’s okay. I’ll go,” Richie mumbles, his brows knit together like he’s trying to convince himself of his own words.

Eddie doesn’t move for a straight minute. His eyes study Richie’s expression and body language, not that Richie could tell, but Eddie was concerned. Hesitantly, Eddie nods his head. “Alright, Rich, but I shit you not if you get uncomfortable I’m yanking you out of there.”

Richie doesn’t answer him then. Instead, he thinks about why Eddie is so concerned about how he feels. He’s been wondering it ever since Eddie spoke to him, why would Eddie care so much about Richie? Is this what friends do? Richie knows that he cares about Eddie, and Eddie says they’re friends, so it must be what friends do. But still, Richie doesn’t feel like he deserves it, it’s kinda hard for him to go from everyone hating his guts to someone actually being nice to him.

“Come on, Richie,” Eddie wraps his hand gently around Richie’s wrist, making him flinch. Eddie notices too because he pulls his hand back. “It’ll be okay.”

It’ll be okay. Richie likes that, he’s not sure why, but it made him feel… safe.

“Okay.”

The inside of the planetarium was dark, almost pitch black. If it wasn’t for the flashlight on Eddie’s phone, they wouldn’t be able to see a thing. Eddie led the way inside, Richie trailed behind him trying to resist the urge to grab onto any part of Eddie. He didn’t wanna touch him in a romantic way really, he wanted to touch him because being in such a dark, unfamiliar place was scaring him, and Richie didn’t do so great when he was scared.

As they walked to the controls, Richie nearly slipped on his own shoelace, which freaked him out way more than he’d care to admit. Of course, he just had to let out a cry of fear, and Eddie just had to hear it.

“Shit, Rich you okay?” Eddie asked turning around and shining his flashlight on Richie, who looked like he had seen a ghost. He was trembling and biting his lip, if he said something like “oh no I’m okay,” he’d laugh in his own face, it’s clear he’s probably gonna cry.

Oh no, no, no. I can’t cry!

“Richie, let’s go back, this was stupid, I’m sorry.” Eddie grabbed his wrist again, gentler than the last time and easy to break out of. But Eddie doesn’t realize that his simple touch was enough for Richie to halt some of his worries, it made his trembling stop. Oh shit, but he’s still trying to get us out of here.

“Eddie…” Richie whimpered quietly, “I… I wanna do it. I can do it.”

Eddie turned around and watched his expression like he did before they decided to do this in the first place. Richie tried to ignore his own thoughts of my glasses definitely make my eyes bigger, he’s probably thinking it looks weird, or am I making the wrong expression? Do I still look scared shitless?

“You’re a brave one, huh Rich?” Eddie breathes out with a comforting smile.

“W-What?” Richie squeaks out.

Eddie giggled, “come on, I know where the controls are. We’re gonna see space tonight, Rich.”

Richie nodded, still completely confused by Eddie’s previous statement. Eddie walked over to the controls, still loosely holding Richie’s wrist. Richie followed him, as expected, but with less hesitation. He watches silently as Eddie reads over the labels above the switches, figuring out which one would actually turn on the stars without the sound that goes with it. After a minute or two, Richie stares directly at Eddie’s face, he can barely see it because of the lighting, but Richie’s fascinated. He’s so focused, yet excited about the situation, his tongue is slightly poking out the side of his mouth and one eyebrow is raised in confusion. Richie doesn’t even notice he figures out the switch until the bright light of the stars flashes brighter than the sun.

“Shit!” Eddie cries out with a laugh. Richie feels the same, but he doesn’t vocalize it. He won’t lie though, the shock was thrilling, even if the entire situation was terrifying.

“That was way brighter than I thought it was gonna be,” Eddie says with the laughter still apparent in his voice. Richie wishes he could be that carefree, but he tries not to think about it at that time. Instead, he focuses on the stars displayed above.

“I… I like it,” Richie admits, not entirely sure how to express himself.

“They look nicer here than they do in the city,” Eddie states. Richie thinks it’s ironic how stars displayed on the ceiling look better than they do from the ground outside, and he wishes he could say that, but he doesn’t. He thinks Eddie would laugh though.

The stars are beautiful, he’d admit that. The galaxy displayed above comes in so many different colors, Richie doesn’t think he can name them all. The stars litter across the “sky” like the freckles on his cheeks, he thinks they’re his favorite part. The constellations are outlined and labeled, at that moment, Richie realized just how many he had never seen before. The stars are his favorite, and then he looks down at Eddie, and he isn’t looking at any of the stars.

He’s looking at Richie.

“They, uh, reflect off your glasses,” Eddie says, adding a fake cough at the end. His cheeks are tinted red, it makes Richie wanna blush too.

“Oh,” Richie nods, not sure what to say.

“Yeah,” Eddie chuckles a little, “starry eyes, huh?”

Then Richie smiles, recalling how Eddie told him that was his favorite song. They don’t speak after that, they fall into a comfortable silence and watch the stars.

And little does Richie know, Eddie is still watching him, feeling something beautiful blossom in his chest.

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