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stevetony + evermore by taylor swift // part one

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ponyboy and johnny during that one scene in the church

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lmaoooo

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Haha whoops

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bringing this back in honour of the barry s4 premiere tonight

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🎄Reddie Holiday Fic Recs 🎄

Happy Christmas Eve, everyone! Here is a small selection of reddie holiday fics to help get you in a jolly mood! Thank you to everyone who recommended something for the list! :)

🎄❄️🎅🏼⛄️🎁⛄️🎅🏼❄️🎄

fall apart or stay intact by kaspbrak_kid

Rated: T, Words: 19238, Chapters: 1/1

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Ugly Comfort by SittingInACoffeeShop

Rated: N/A, Words: 2533 Chapters: 1/1

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If Only in My Dreams by Car

Rated: T, Words: 6248 Chapters: 1/1

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under sparkling lights by ShowMeAHero

Rated: E, Words: 20707 Chapters: 1/1

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Let me drive my Limo into your heart: A Reddie Christmas Story by Lerena

Rated: T, Words: 4485 Chapters: 1/1

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Santa Eddie, Hurry Down The Chimney Tonight (Series) by PieOfEpicness

3 Works, Rated: T, E, E, Words: 24,999, in progress!

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in the morning I'll call you by maximoffs

Rated: M, Words: 12910, Chapters: 1/1

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Exactly Where We're Supposed To Be by Jay Auris (nighthawkms)

Rated: M, Words: 19989, Chapters: 1/1

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give a shape to this ache I have for you by youabird (nevulon) [Thanksgiving]

Rated: M, Words: 49907 Chapters: 5/5

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Bev is the first one to say anything about it, one night as she and Ben are leaving Richie’s house:

“Did you notice how fucking cold his house was tonight?”

Ben chuckles, draping an arm around Bev and running his other hand over shoulder as if to warm her. “Richie always complains about being cold. That must be an Eddie thing.”

“Can you imagine the thermostat wars they probably have?” She snorts. “Oh, God. I know they’re best friends, but it can’t be easy having a roommate in your forties like this.”

It comes up again when Mike and Bill, Bev and Ben are video chatting with Stan ahead of his visit to Los Angeles.

“Don’t forget to pack a sweater,” Mike jokes, while Bill snorts a laugh into his shoulder.

Stan’s frown deepens as Bev solemnly nods in agreement. “What, is LA in a cold front I didn’t hear about, or something?” he asks.

“Richie keeps his house like a fucking refrigerator now that Eddie’s living there,” Bill explains, lifting his head off of Mike’s arm to arch an eyebrow at the camera.

“It’s like an ice skating rink!” Bev confirms. “My money is on this being one of the concessions Richie makes to stay alive. He lets Eddie pick the house temperature, and Eddie doesn’t murder him for not sorting the laundry by color.”

“It’s like college living, but with old people problems,” Mike jokes.

Ben shakes his head gently while the others laugh. “Stan, you’re the first one to get the inside view of what they’re like as roommates. None of us have ever stayed over at their place, so you gotta be the one to report back to us.”

“Yeah,” Bill adds, “like, how long do they fight in the morning about almond milk versus cream and sugar in their coffee?”

Stan smirks as the other Losers continue their howling laughter and speculation through the screens. “I’ll keep you folks updated,” he responds.

It turns out Richie does keep his house pretty cold, but he compensates by wearing a hoodie even though LA is blazing outside. Stan adores the two of them so much that he can’t be too bothered by the temperature; Richie and Eddie bicker and play-fight and joke so much that Stan feels like a kid again, and he just soaks up every second of their first day together. At the end of the night, his heart is full as they all say good night, Richie heading off to his bedroom, Eddie to the guest room he’d claimed as his own, and Stan to the final remaining guest room.

(If he’d spent all night catching the glimmer in Richie’s eye whenever he looked at Eddie, if he noticed how Richie wore the same expression around Eddie that he’d worn as a lovesick twelve year old, that was Stan’s business to keep to himself.)

The next morning, when Stan wakes up, he sees that the door to Eddie’s room is open, the bed neatly made and Eddie himself gone.

If Eddie and I are up, Trashmouth can get up now, too, he thinks to himself, listening for just a moment outside Richie’s door for any incriminating jerk-off noises before he quietly steps inside.

Immediately Stan freezes, everything clicking into place. Richie is bundled up in his hoodie under a thick comforter and luxurious-looking throw blanket. One arm grips the pillow, smushing it to his face, which is relaxed and vulnerable-looking. He snores softly, just quiet snuffling noises, burrowed into the blanket like a sleeping child.

Behind him, Eddie is dressed in an equally cozy-looking sweater, his face pressed to Richie’s back. He’s spooning Richie, holding onto him so tightly, one hand pressed to the center of Richie’s chest like he wants to keep watch over Richie’s heart for safekeeping.

Stan melts a little, wondering why they’re still keeping it a secret from their friends but also feeling an immense sense of peace wash over him, like finally, like this feels right, like you fucking deserve this, Trashmouth.

From the bed, Stan hears a sleep-scratchy “Don’t tell the others yet” from Eddie, whose arms squeeze Richie tighter as the movement of the blankets suggests he’s looping a leg over top of Richie’s.

Octopus, Stan thinks fondly, throwing a little salute toward Eddie though he knows he can’t see him with his eyes closed. He backs out of the room and shuts the door carefully, heading downstairs to fetch some coffee and start his day.

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Reddie Fic Promoting

Hello all! I know reddie content can be hard to find now but I’ve been writing some fics recently that I’m proud of. I’m gonna link them here :)

Don’t Look at Me That Way  by Greaserbabes

“Richie, what happened wasn’t your fault.”

“It was me you were saving from the deadlights.”

“I wouldn’t change anything.” Eddie tilts his head. “If saving you meant me dying, I’d still do it.” Richie doesn’t really know how to process this information. It’s so real and he’s so uncomfortable and Eddie’s looking at him like that. “Don’t cry, Rich. I’m okay now. We’re gonna be fine.”

Richie can’t help but think that as long as they’re just friends, he himself is never going to be completely okay.

Word Count: 8,071

Do You See Right Through Me? by Greaserbabes

Richie wasn't ever supposed to say anything. They were supposed to laugh and share intimate glances and have inside jokes. They were supposed to pretend that they didn't know it was weird for them to sit together in the hammock at seventeen years old. They were supposed to pretend like it was still okay to go to the clubhouse, just the two of them. They were supposed to tiptoe around each other and grin and blush and sometimes maybe Eddie would dare to lean his head on Richie's shoulder.

Richie was not supposed to ruin it by speaking out loud what they both have been too scared to admit. Because now Eddie knows and he kind of wants to throw up at the horrifying realization that things are changing.

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Or, Richie confesses; Eddie freaks; feels ensue

Word Count: 3,036

After the Knife, Before the Axe by Greaserbabes

"Did you try to leave?" Ben asks, exasperated. "After I spent twenty minutes talking you into staying?"

"Dude, you're lucky I came back at all." He mumbles and sits on the stair case, rubbing his head.

Ben crosses his arms, looking down at him. "Yeah, well, while you were gone, Eddie almost fucking died. Could've used your help."

Richie's head snaps up. "What are you talking about?"

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Or how Richie finds out that Eddie's been stabbed by Henry.

Word Count: 1,253

#reddie #it #itchapter2 #Richie x Eddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #eddie x richie #reddie fic #reddie fic rec #fic rec

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Tom Wlaschiha as DMITRI ANTONOV in STRANGER THINGS 4 (2022)

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Enzo asking “where do you want it?” and Hopper reluctantly gesturing at his face and Enzo placing a little kiss on the cheek Hop pointed at.

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DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP (Mary Elizabeth Frye) // Over the Garden Wall

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otgw: 🎶 led through the mist-

me, already: 

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ZENDAYA COLEMAN Zendaya + slit dresses 

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Would anyone be interested in commissioning fics from me 🥺 I will be as cheap as I can lol I’m literally desperate.

Ships I write are in tags :)

Open to suggestions as well!

5 dollars for every one thousand words

3 dollars for a one shot that is one thousand words or less

#reddie #johnny boy #jally #stucky #stony fic #stony fluff #i am not okay with this #syd x dina #the outsiders #irondad #thor x bruce

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