#eddie would have the STUPIDEST names for his dick

[sp0o0kylights]

Indie horror filmmaker Eddie Munson, high off his first big (underground but notable) success, knows the movers and shakers of the film world have their eyes on him. 

They're just waiting to see if he was a one hit wonder before they open all the doors he's been trying to kick down. 

His next upcoming film is his chance, his shot at finally making it. Of being like Rob Zombie and the other creators he looks up to that masterfully blended metal and horror. 

This is his golden ticket. 

The project starts off smooth. His last success has greased the wheels, and things fall into place faster than ever before. 

He's got the best idea for this insane haunted house story, a true "mazes in mazes" type of deal with a queer twist. A real look at how a place can haunt a person just as easily as a ghost can.

 Everything's going swimmingly--until one of his leads drops out the day they're due to start shooting.

No call no show's, and later, Eddie will find out the guy got a last second call back to be a contestant on one of those Love Island bullshit romance gigs (and laugh his ass off when the main love interest takes one look at Billy Hargrove and goes on a five minute rant about ugly mullets on national television) but right now? 

He's fucked. 

He's called in every favor he has for this film. Maxed out every credit card he owns, tapped every contact, got on his hands and knees and begged his rising star journalist best bud to help him market it. (Which Nancy agreed too, for way less cash than she should have.) 

 Eddie can't get anyone on the phone, much less find a replacement actor and the amazing place they rented, that is so dark and wonderfully eerie, is booked out the rest of the year as an AirBnB. 

If he doesn't film now, he loses it all.

Cue the other lead, unknown theater actor Steve Harrington, watching his hair pulling, tire kicking, 'cursing and hopping while holding a toe' mental breakdown and asks why Eddie himself doesn't act in it. 

"Just go full Kevin Smith man. Act and direct." He says, with an easy grin. 

Jeff, Eddie's tried and true videographer, trades glances with Gareth and Grant (Eddie's long used special effects and makeup team, who double for about twelve other jobs because they're also his best friends and they're all in this together, make or break.)

"We don't really have a lot of other options." Gareth hedges. "You're already using me and Grant as background characters." 

Eddie, hands fluttering around his face as though trying to wave away this entire situation, squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a pained hiss. 

"Fine, fine!" He announces with the air of a man running towards a fire. "Fuck it, this is our one shot and so help me I will be shooting it!" 

Steve politely hides a laugh with a cough. 

"Chuckle all you want big boy, I'm going to tragically romance you so hard people will forget both of our characters actually live." Eddie snarls.

Steve, the handsome bastard, just winks.  "Looking forward to it." 

Eddie blushes, but hides it with a surge of frantic energy, conveyed by lots of yelling and moving and getting the ball rolling. 

Two days later, Steve would give the performance of a lifetime down on his knees, covered in a literal pound of fake gore, booty shorts and nothing else as he sobbed about how a lover could become a home. His hands clawed at Eddie's jeans before resting a tear stained face on a slim leg as he bent his body towards Eddie like it hurt to be away from him. 

Eddie would later receive equal praise in his own acting during the scene, with the world and every reporter in it asking how he conveyed an otherworldly panic so beautifully throughout Steve's performance. What was he thinking, to evoke those expressions on his face? 

The way his own pale hand, unmarred by blood and acting as a metaphor for the plot, would come to stroke Steve's cheeks.

Eventually he'd come up with a smooth polished answer that cheekily pleased his audience, but nothing would ever come close to the truth. 

("Eddie I've known you since grade school." Jeff said that night, a scant few hours after they'd wrapped. "You can act man, but not like that." 

Eddie made a wild "shut up" gesture, looking frantically over his shoulder before admitting; "You saw how close his face was to the prince of darkness!? I was seconds away from popping a boner next to his lips, in front of the 4K camera!” 

Eddie bounced into Jeff’s face so he could hiss: “He fucking had his chin on my thigh, Jeff, and I am only a man. A mere mortal!" 

"So we're gonna unpack all of that later." Jeff said finally, when he'd managed to get his mouth working and Eddie back out of his personal space. "But dude, we've talked about you calling your dick the prince of darkness." 

Eddie flipped him off.) 

One year later and critics named Corroded the best horror film of the year, praising the camera work, practical effects, and how there wasn't a soul alive who was surprised to hear Eddie and Steve were dating after their explosive on screen chemistry.

No one ever quite understood the prince of darkness jokes or why Steve mentioning it made Eddie blush, but that was a secret to find out later. 

Today on WIP’s I have no intention of writing, indie horror movie AU!

#at some point this became a warmup for the warmup #and it feels very silly #LOL #steddie #Steve harrington #Eddie munson #horror movie AU #no upside down #eddie would have the STUPIDEST names for his dick #I will die on that hill #that is a man who has put googly eyes on his third leg #and then cried because they wouldn't come off #its why he loves steve bc steve would talk to it like a beloved pet #daddy misssess youuuu #corroded coffin as a unit hates them so much when they do this shit its the bane of their existance

[xandertheundead]

Can I get some... nsfw micro/macro?

This…got away from me for a bit.NSFW below!

Falling in love with a human was the stupidest thing he had ever done. Even stupider than the time he had de used to go see a small young boy whom he had heard crying and went to comfort the small thing.

Though he hadn’t just comforted and left like he should have.

He had broken one of the biggest codes of pixies.

Never go to a human more than twice, it will not end nice.

Never comfort an older soul, one day it will take its toll.

He hadn’t listened and he kept visiting the boy who said he had no friends because his glasses and teeth were too big. Eddie visited every chance he got, bringing the boy small clover flowers or golden acorns that had fallen to the ground. Richie, that was the boy’s name, on the other hand gave Eddie small little trinkets, things he called paper clips and marbles, which Eddie loves most of all because they came in so many colors.

He once gave Eddie a tiny shiny ring, something that Eddie was able to wear around his waist, it had a pretty gem on it that would turn colors depending on the temperature. 

I’m going to marry you. That’s your ring.

Eddie knew that was the foolishness of a child talking, but the idea was sweet and Eddie would never admit it but he liked the way he felt when Richie told him he was cute.

But soon Richie grew older and Eddie felt sad, thinking their time was drawing to an end, but no one was more shocked than Eddie when Richie turned eighteen and could still see him. Eddie thought it must be a sign, there had to be a reason a big human could see him and he liked to believe it was the attachment they felt towards each other.

After awhile, Eddie stopped leaving Richie’s home for his own when the hour grew late. Instead he would curl up in the small cigarette box that Richie had cut the front out of and stuffed with cotton and a little piece of flannel that Richie had cut out of one of his shirts so Eddie would have a blanket. They would fall asleep like that, Richie in his bed turned toward Eddie while Eddie slept in his makeshift bed on Richie’s nightstand.

He stayed with Richie through college, hissing softly from behind Richie’s shoes when any pretty girls or boys would enter the room. His Richie was very open minded.

Which is why Eddie shouldn’t have been surprised, when on the eve of the Winter Solstice, Richie reaches over and very gently kissed Eddie’s head. 

“I was serious about marrying you.” He had whispered and that’s when Eddie fell hard.

They moved into Richie’s first apartment together, Eddie was there as Richie worked his way up at the place he called work, speaking to millions over the airwaves. They had done so many firsts together over the years and Eddie was so happy with his life he barely missed the forest.

There was one thing they had yet to do, but after much talking they had finally decided to try it.

“How exactly are we going to do this?” Eddie replied quietly, sitting cross legged in Richie’s palm naked. “I’ve seen you in the shower, your dick almost bigger than my whole person.” 

Richie laughed. “First off, I love that that tiny cute mouth now swears and says things like that. Second, excuse you, but I’m at least a good few inches bigger than that down there.”

Eddie gave a shrug.”Why would that even matter to me?”

Richie gave a soft chuckle and leaned forward to place the softest kiss against Eddie’s face before sneaking his tongue out, the tip of it rubbing against Eddie’s cock. Eddie felt himself shiver, the warm smooth wet muscle feeling wonderful against his skin and he lifted his hips a little to get more friction. Unfortunately, Richie pulled back and fixed Eddie with a grin, to which Eddie scowled, giving a small huff to show that he was displeased.

“Calm your tits, Thumbalina.” Richie whispered as he settled against the pillows at the head of the bed. “Okay, you ready?”

Eddie looked at those big lopsided lips, white straight teeth behind him because Richie had gotten something called braces when he had been fourteen. Eddie licked his lips at how bright Richie’s eyes were behind his glasses and he knew he’d never want anything else more in the world.

“Just be careful.”

“With you?” Richie lowered his voice till it only a hum. “Always, Eds.”

Eddie nodded, holding on as Richie lifted him up towards that mouth that opened wide. Eddie took a deep breath, then moved so that from his waist below was resting delicately on Richie’s tongue. He shifted a little, groaning when he felt the slick tongue move under him and he ground down against it.

“Okay.”

Richie’s lips closed around his waist carefully and then started to move his roll his tongue gently. 

Eddie was so glad Richie had kept his hand up close to Eddie, the pixie reaching out to wrap his arms around Richie’s middle and pointer finger as he felt pleasure start at the base of his spine. He gasped as he ground down against the top of Richie’s tongue, whimpering when the tip of that amazing tongue rubbed against him in the best way.

God, it was so warm, so wet.

Eddie felt something hot start to build, the muscles in his stomach starting to twitch as the heat started moving all through his body. He let out a loud moan when Richie used the tip of his tongue again and then Eddie felt as if he were struck by lightning when Richie started to hum.

The vibrations against his cock was too much and he gasped as he came, clinging to Richie’s fingers desperately as he rode out his release. 

He whimpered a little as Richie gave a small suck, before opening his mouth and pulling Eddie out and laying him to rest on Richie’s pillow. Eddie laid there dazed, wondering how he had lived so long and never known that something that wonderful could happen.

“Wow.”

“I know. I’m great.”

Eddie laughed softly and shook his head, smiling up at the man his small heart had fallen for. “I wish I was bigger, that way I could give you just as much.”

“Don’t say that, Eds.” Richie whispered, leaning down to give Eddie a soft kiss on the chest. “I love you the way you are.”And even though that warmed Eddie through and through, he still made a wish to the mother tree, knowing his wish would go unanswered because he had broken so many rules. They fell asleep together, Richie in his bed, leaning towards Eddie and Eddie in his small little box.

Only that next morning, Eddie found that he had grown quite a bit over night.

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#writing prompts #Micro #notsfw #reddie #Richie Tozier #Eddie Kaspbrak #it (2017) #it (2019) #it stephen king #losers club

[mitchsmarners]

BLOOD IN THE WATER

summary: “I think we’re all going to have do some pretty terrible things,” Eddie said quietly. His hand came to wrap in Richie’s shirt, trying to burn out the violent grip of his father’s from earlier. “None of us have a choice in anything anymore. Whatever happened at Greta’s tonight-“ Eddie’s voice broke and he felt Richie press a kiss into his hair. “There isn’t a good and a bad anymore. There’s just die or don’t.”

[or: after the gruesome murder of his younger brother, Bill Denbrough is determined to bring about the end of the string of crimes in Derry no matter the cost. As stories unwind and fall apart, there’s only more questions as everybody’s lives hang in the balance.]

chapter count: 15/21

Taglist: @honkhonkrichard @hufflepuffkaspbrak @emmieliabedelia @reddie-for-anything @wowdidiask @reddiesetrichie @beepbeepbitchard @lemonadeandrice @mirandosky @vanilluna @mqlvaa @fivxharmony

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Aurora Morgans threw the baseball into the air and caught it. Mike Hanlon barely so much as looked up from black bound notebook as he smiled to himself. “I’ve been stuck on this girls name, and why my father wouldn’t actually write it out? Like… why just her initials?”

“Maybe because she was a teenager?” Aurora said with a shrug. “You know, it wouldn’t be able to be in any newsletters or anything to do with the news at all, because she’s a minor. Maybe your dad did the same thing.”

Mike and Aurora were spending the peaceful afternoon tucked up in the Hanlon’s barn, laying on make shift beds of old mattresses and ratty blankets. Truthfully, the peaceful afternoon was just Mike and Aurora going over the same leads they’d had for over a week, and coming to the conclusions that they still didn’t know what they meant.

“You and Ben going to go to prom together?” Mike asked, finally looking up from his dad’s journal and addressing his friend. Aurora looked up at him wildly, cheeks darkening and biting at her bottom lip. “Yeah, no. Don’t know if you noticed but- Ben pretty much hates me. Not that I did anything to him.”

Mike smirked at her, raising one eyebrow. “He might kind of hate you- but he most definitely also likes you.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” Aurora said, tossing the baseball towards Mike. Mike caught it, laughing, and lobbed it back to her.

“Welcome to boys,” Mike replied with a smirk. “Given everything that’s going on, Ben is probably just confused as hell. Fairly. You know… Team I Don’t Want to Be Murdered and all that.”

“Boring,” Aurora giggled. “What’s the point of living in Derry if you aren’t lowkey ready to be murdered at any point in time?”  

Mike pointed at her and the pair fell into fits of giggles. “No, no, for real,” Mike waved his hand in front of his face as though trying to clear the laughter from his conscious. “If you’re not going with Ben, we would still go. Together or whatever.”

Aurora raised her brow and smirked. “Are you asking me out, Hanlon?”

Mike laughed awkwardly, scratching at the back of his head and blushing slightly. “No, I… No. I was just thinking, you know, we all know something huge is going down at prom and any good reporter would be there to cover the scene and-“

Aurora giggled, smiling up Mike. “I get you, don’t worry. I was going to go either way, but it would definitely be nice to not show up completely date-less.”

“Yeah…” Mike said, smiling slowly. He opened back up his father’s journal to hear Aurora’s phone dinging out throughout the upper level of the barn. He looked up as Aurora gasped loudly, frowning towards her.

She looked up from her phone slowly, horror etching across her face. “You’re not going to fucking believe this…”

xxx

Everything in the Tozier mansion was white, an eggshell white, and fancier than necessary in any fashion. Patty Blum ran up the stairs in the Tozier’s large home above Stan and Beverly after letting themselves in, taking three steps at a time. She reached Richie’s bedroom door and flung it open.

Richie was pressed down on top of Eddie Kaspbrak, grey T-shirt rucked up to his arm pits with Eddie’s squeezing at his shoulders. Richie’s face was pressed into the crook of Eddie’s neck, and their hips were rolling together through their jeans. Richie seemed to moan against Eddie’s skin and that kicked started Patty’s heart back into action.

“Oh!” Patty gasped loudly, bringing two hands up to cover at her eyes. Eddie let out a loud, panicked squawk and flailed underneath Richie. He shoved at him, which resulted at his boyfriend tumbling off the bed onto the floor.

“What the FUCK, Patty!” Richie shouted, tugging his shirt back over stomach while Eddie made loud, embarrassed noises and curled up under the blankets. “Fucking knock much??’

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Patty cried, hands still pressed harshly against her eyes until stars started to sparkle in the dark they brought. “I didn’t think you’d be… Oh my God, I’m sorry!”

Richie grumbled underneath his breath while Eddie continued making unintelligible noises in his bed. Stan and Beverly appeared in the doorway then. The pair of them took in the scene in front of them, the Eddie-shaped lump in Richie’s comforter, Patty’s stock-still figure with her eyes covered and the way Richie was shifting awkwardly on the floor to try and hide the obvious issue in his jeans.

Beverly burst out laughing, covering her mouth to smother the sounds but finding it useless. She turned and disappeared back down the hallway, the sound of her laughing fading away with her footsteps. Stanley looked around the room in emotionless boredom. “Get it together. We have a problem.”

Richie and Eddie stumbled together into the Richie’s kitchen, Eddie patting at his hair to get it to lay flat. Richie’s eyes were narrowed and Patty stared down at the kitchen table. Beverly was seated on the counter with a package of Oeros, two already in her mouth, as she waggled her eyebrows at her god-brother.

“This better be real fucking good,” Richie grumbled angrily at his friend, grabbing the package of cookies from Beverly. “I was well on my way to dick town and I-“ Patty slapped her hands over her ears and began to sing out a loud la la la la la!! which brought both Richie and Beverly to giggles.

Eddie made a disgruntled noise, moving to sit beside Stanley, whom pointedly avoided gawking at the darkening bruise on the side of Eddie’s neck. “Who even let you guys in here?” Eddie demanded. “I swear to God, the so-called security on this place gets worse by the day!”

Beverly shrugged one shoulder and grabbed the cookies back from Richie. “You know I live here, right?”

Richie scoffed. “If you fucking showed up here while Went or Maggie were home-“

“Henry Bowers escaped from jail last night,” Stanley interrupted the budding argument between the two pseudo-siblings. Richie fumbled with a cookie, letting it drop to the ground and Eddie’s stomach churned. He looked at Stan in horror.

“How?” He asked in a whisper.

“The safe assumption is that Butch let him out,” Patty answered when the ringing silence through the room made it obvious that Stan wasn’t going to. “I’m almost surprised it took that long.”

“It doesn’t add up,” Beverly interrupted her. “If Butch was going to get Henry out of there, he would have done it way before now. Why leave him in there this long? Plus, how absolutely stupid would he have to be to even do that? Everybody would know it was him. Nobody would assume anybody else.”

“Are we going to pretend that Butch Bowers isn’t absolutely dumb enough to sneak his own son out of prison?” Richie scoffed. “He’s not exactly the smartest man alive. Henry was being shipped off to Shawshank last night. He probably just saw an chance and took it.”

“Exactly- he was being moved last night,” Beverly continued. “It wouldn’t have been that hard for anybody to sneak him off. We all know that the Derry law enforcement is a total fucking joke.”

Tears welled up in Eddie’s eyes as he stared down at the Tozier’s spotless kitchen table. “He killed Audra,” Eddie said then, voice cracking like he’d only just realized it to be true. “He killed her, she… she never did anything to anybody.”

Richie pushed away from Beverly to drop into the empty seat beside Eddie, pulling his boyfriend into a bone crushing hug. “I know, baby.”

“He…” Eddie heaved out a hard breath, clutching at Richie’s waist. “They’re gonna find him… aren’t they?”

“Yeah, Eddie,” Stanley said slowly, eyes soft as he rubbed at the other boys’ back. Patty and Beverly glanced at one another, knowing full well that voice Stanley Uris used when he was lying. “They’re gonna find him.”

Eddie hiccuped another sob and Richie held him tighter. “Fuck, Eds, if they don’t find him then I’ll fucking find him myself. He’s not getting away with what he did.”

Eddie leaned against Richie’s shoulder while Richie’s fingers drew through his messy hair, eyes still welled with tears and he looked around the room. “Prom…” He coughed awkwardly. “Prom’s in three days, do you… do you think,”

Patty sighed sadly. “Coincidences don’t exist, Eddie. I think you know that.”  

#reddie #reddie fic #it fanfiction #my writing #blood in the water #anyways this is shit but i only had one plot point for this chapter so i could get to the prom soooo #lmao

[floralreddie]

The Unfairness Of It All (Part 1)

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12248406

Pairing: Richie x Eddie (Reddie)

Warnings: Swearing. Sexual implications. Child abuse. They’re seventeen, so some kissing later on. Angsty afffff

Summary:  It was a Tuesday, and it was officially the worst day of Richie Tozier’s life. There were two reasons that contributed to this fact, and these are those reasons. The first was that Eddie Kaspbrak had a girlfriend. A quiet girl that was in Richie’s Biology class, but a fucking girl all the same. The second was that it was the first time in Richie’s seventeen years that his father hit him.

It was a Tuesday, and it was officially the worst day of Richie Tozier’s life. There were two reasons that contributed to this fact, and these are those reasons.

The first was that Eddie Kaspbrak had a girlfriend. A quiet girl that was in Richie’s Biology class, but a fucking girl all the same.

The second was that it was the first time in Richie’s seventeen years that his father hit him.

He was walking out of school when he found out about Eddie. Stan had all but grabbed Richie’s arm in a vice-like grip and pulled him to a stop in front of a herd of cheerleaders, all of whom had tittered and whined and walked around the duo. Richie had been digging around in his jean pockets for his lighter and cigs, and glared pointedly at Stan as the tall boy (though, not as tall as Richie’s 6’2) dragged Richie’s onto the grass and away from the path.

‘The fuck, Stanley?’ Richie had grumbled, yanking his arm from Stan’s grip and narrowing his gaze behind his thick lens glasses. ‘What the fuck is up with you, man?’

‘I need to tell you something,’ Stan the Man had said, and Richie had immediately grown concerned. Stan usually said most things with a degree of seriousness or sarcasm, depending on his mood, but in that moment, there was an urgency to his voice. Hell, the more Richie looked, the more he started to see that Stan looked concerned. For Richie.

‘Shit – what? Did your balls finally drop?’ He couldn’t help but throw that in there because, fuck, this was all a bit too serious for Richie. They were supposed to be going round Bill’s that night, as it was his turn to host the five boys, and Richie was in a hurry to get the hell away from school. He had, perhaps, skipped his lunchtime detention to sneak for a cigarette with a few of the other smokers (Eddie and Bill had rolled their eyes, as per-usual, when he did such a thing).

Stan had pushed a curl carefully behind his ear and stalled to glare at Richie. ‘You are not funny. Dick’.

Richie had pulled a face. ‘False, but continue’.

It was then that Stan had said the words that had Richie’s heart thumping and his stomach clenching painfully. ‘Eddie has a girlfriend. She asked him out in our Social Studies class…it’s that Susie Smith’.

Richie felt…he felt a bit empty, really. Empty like a dried up fucking lake, or something. ‘He said yes?’ His voice is low and forced.

Stan had nodded, shoulders stiff and back-pack tight on his back, and peers at Richie. ‘I thought you would want to know…since…since what happened’.

Richie had glared and yanked his cigs from his pocket, along with his lighter. Around them, kids had started walking briskly across the grass outside of Derry High School to start their walk or drive home. Richie suddenly wanted to get far away from all of them, more so than before. Bill, Eddie and Mike would be there to meet them soon, and Richie did not want to fucking see Eddie Kaspbrak.

For the first time ever, apparently.

‘You mean since he fucking kissed me three months ago when we were drunk at the Barrens, didn’t talk to me for a week after and then pretended the whole fucking thing didn’t happen? Yeah. Thanks, Stan’. Richie had turned to leave, but Stan grabbed him once again.

‘You didn’t try to mention it to him, either-’ Stan countered calmly.

‘Are you fucking kidding me, Stan?’ Richie yelped, annoyed, and his voice had broken. Stan is the only one who knows of Richie’s fucked up feelings for short and sarcastic and perfect Eddie Kaspbrak, and the only one he told about the kiss Richie had wanted since he was twelve and the Summer of Shitness had happened. ‘I don’t give a fuck. He obviously can’t remember it fucking happened, or he’s ashamed. I don’t care. He’s got his girlfriend. Susie Smith? She even sounds fucking boring-’

Stan looked to his right and groaned. ‘Eddie and Mike are coming over, Rich-’

‘Good for fucking them. I’m going home’. With that, he had lit his cigarette and marched away, getting only a brief glance of the tall and handsome Mike, and the short, pale and curly haired Eddie.

That had been five minutes ago, and Richie was still bitterly horrified at the news of Eddie. Eddie was his best friend in the Losers Club (they called themselves that only rarely now), the one he always went to with problems and fun and who he picked up every day for school. They shared beds before the kiss happened, and told each other the stupidest fucking things and listened to the tapes that Richie made. Eddie was as fucked up as Richie, with his finger nails bitten to shit and his germ-phobia that was the product of his fucked up, fat mom. Richie was so entirely Eddie’s, and the boy didn’t even fucking know it.

Ever since that kiss that Eddie did or did not remember, Richie had fallen even further in love with the stupid fucking kid.

He walks quickly, not giving a shit if the others are confused by his abrupt departure. He lights his cigarette and smokes quickly, his unbuttoned back floral shirt billowing about his loose white undershirt. He thinks of that fucking kiss every day. The others had gone home, drunk, and Eddie had admitted he didn’t want to leave yet. He was a funny drunk, Richie knew, who told the truth and giggled loudly. Richie hadn't been able to stop staring at his flushed cheeks all night.

Richie had called Eddie cute, and Eddie had kissed him. He had tasted of whiskey and lemonade and perfection. If it had been a peck, perhaps Richie could have blamed it on drunken affection. He himself had given Bill many sloppy kisses since they discovered the wonders of spirits when they were fifteen.

It hadn’t been a peck. It had been hot and warm and wet and Richie had kissed Eddie’s neck like a man starved and Eddie had fucked moaned. Except, Eddie had sprung away from Richie and gasped for breath, eyes wide and face pale and looking more horrified than Richie had ever seen him. He’d run away home, and on Monday he told the group he was grounded for staying out late (he was supposed to stay at Richie’s that night) and he had hardly spoken to Richie all week.

When he did, he acted as if nothing had ever happened. Richie told Stan, and Stan hadn’t seemed at all surprised.

He pushes these thoughts angrily from his mind as he wanders into his house, slamming the door shut behind him with a swift kick on his boot. He looks up and falters, because his dark haired and scowling father is staring at him from the foot of the staircase, his hand still on the banister.

‘What the hell have I told you about doing that, Rich?’

Richie scowls and kicks off his boots, shrugging and looking at his dad from beneath his glasses. ‘Doing what?’ He’s being difficult, but he doesn’t give a shit. He’s in a bad mood and he’s fucked off, and when the hell do his parents hold off on being dicks to him when they’re in such moods?

‘Kicking the fucking door-’

Richie rolls his eyes and dumps his boots among the other shoes at the door, before starting for the staircase and attempting to shove past his dad. ‘That I shouldn’t do it. Noted. Can I get past?’

His dad hisses out a breath from between clenched teeth and stares down at his son, a foul look on his face.

Richie blinks. ‘…That a yes or a no…or…?’

Wentworth Tozier rolls his eyes and steps to the side. ‘You’re a fucking weirdo, son-’

Richie steps up two steps and turns to his father, a tight smile adorning his pale face. Pushing his shaggy, curly hair back from his face, he shrugs and says, ‘Well, with kind words like that it’s a fucking wonder mom doesn’t want to spend any time in this house, pops-’

It is then that his dad hits him. The words die in Richie’s throat as his dad grunts out an annoyed sound, ascends one step until he is just one below Richie, and hurtles his clenched fist toward his son’s face. Richie gasps and falls back onto his butt, hand flying to his bloody and aching nose and watching in shock as his dad calls him a fucking ‘weirdo’ and walks away, shaking his fist.

He goes into the living room, and within a few seconds Richie hears the TV turn on.

He wants to cry. He wants to scream. He wants to do what he normally does when his parents do something fucked up, and go to Eddie’s window and knock on it until the boy answers and lets Richie sit in there until the ache of his parent’s neglects goes away. Eddie gets it. His own mom loves him in the most fucked up kind of way.

But he can’t. Because Eddie isn’t his. Because Eddie has someone more important in his life than Richie now. Susie fucking Smith. Who the fuck even was she? Would she make Eddie laugh like Richie could? Would she make his cheeks flush like Richie could? Would she make him shout in rage, in happiness? Would she be able to decipher exactly what he was thinking, just from the flicker in his gaze or the twitch of his lip?

Fuck.

He goes to his room, grabs a stray shirt and presses it to his bloody face. Dumping his bag on his shit strewn floor, he stumbles onto his bed, where his booted feet practically hang off the end, and stares up at the ceiling with glasses askew and slightly bent. Shit. He'd have to tape them again.

‘Fuckin’ asshole,’ Richie grumbles, and his voice is low like he has a cold. He wants to cry, but he doesn't.

He doesn’t know why he doesn’t feel surprised. His dad, or mom, had never hit him before. They’d called him names and proclaimed that he was an utter waste of space, but never had they laid a hand on him. Richie felt a twinge of worry at that. Maybe this would start to become a new fucked up tradition in their house.

He wonders if his mom would have done anything, had she been home. Had she not been out fucking some random.

He wants one of the Losers. He wants Mike, because Mike can make a mean hot chocolate and always knows a good book to read. He wants Bill, because Bill is a leader and knows how to take direction. He wants Stan, because Stan knows why Richie’s heart aches every time Eddie turns to him with a wry smile or, before the kiss, would allow Richie to sling his arm around his smaller shoulders. He wants Bev and Ben, two people he can so scarcely remember but misses with all his heart. He wants Eddie, because he is so hopelessly in love with the fucking idiot.

But, apparently, Richie Tozier very scarcely gets what he wants in life.

The utter unfairness of it all made him want to scream.

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