#my reddie fanfiction

[izupie]

I think it's the ALMOST canon ships that get the best, most intricately woven, beautifully told fanfiction.

those nearly-kind-of-almost-maybe-could-be canon couples

the ones that make it almost painful to live with the knowledge that if just one or two things had happened differently, just one or two things: if one of them had said something differently here, done something differently there, or if certain events had shifted a little, just a fraction, they'd have been together - undoubtedly.

you can see it. everyone can see it. but it's not enough - they're still an almost-but-not-quite, maybe-but-it-was-never-confirmed, kind-of-but-annoyingly-ambiguous

fanfiction writers take their potential and they hold it close and they lovingly craft something amazing and beautiful with it - finally giving them the chance to be together like everyone knows they would be in-canon if the story wasn't against them

they spring out entire novels from canon-divergence in the places where just a little step in another direction could have led to them being together

they build whole intricate Alternate Universes where the characters are able to meet in an entirely different way and still fall for each other

what I'm saying is that the insanity of a ship where it was almost-canon drives writers to a specific kind of creative madness that produces the best fanfiction....

so if you check out my graph here you can see the line for the more almost it gets vs the more unhinged and motivated it makes the writers both rising in a wonderfully clear diagonal line and today I will be discussing the

#I am having feral thoughts about my favourite ships never quite being canon tonight lads #and how wonderful the fanfiction is from these ships #destiel #klaroline #reddie #bellarke #zutara #shipping stuff #shipping #fanfiction

[bazberkker]

Sometimes I’ll just read the most profound, heart-wrenching piece of literature, and then remember that I’m on AO3 and it’s an It fanfiction published in 2017 with an author’s note saying “wrote this last night because I was bored lol”

#Stenbrough authors you all have my heart #it 2017 #losers club #bill denbrough #stan uris #richie tozier #eddie kasprak #mike wheeler #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #Stenbrough #reddie #benverly #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic

[seecarrun]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holy shit.

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

[kalsiferdraws]

Eddie is definitely not thinking about his best friend while he's on tour. And he definitely isn't pining for that friend. That's just crazy.

#art #digital art #artists on tumblr #my doodles #illustration #it #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #band au #the deadlights #alternative universe #au #it fanart #it fandom #it fanfiction

[asexualasshat]

Purposefully writing slowburn so you can put off dealing with the sex scene that is unfortunately necessary to the plot? An asexual birthright

#we’re gonna be like 10-12 chapters in before they even talk about their feelings #and that’s a least 2 chapters before they get proper nasty #so probably around 40k in??? #idk how slowburn it’s gonna be but it will be awhile before sex #it’s crazy how insanely kinky I used to write my sex scenes when I was an overcompensating teen #my characters have gotta be a little sexually cause that’s on my brain a lot #cause asexual and ptsd and vaginismus and so on #so sorry Richie tozier #reddie #it chapter 2 #fanfiction #asexual #rambling

[octoberobserver]

I DID IT! I finished the final chapter of my Reddie fic Helpin' Hand! 25,571 words! Just have to complete edits and then it'll be posted in a few days so watch this space 😉🥰

#reddie #it chapter two #it 2019 #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #my fanfiction #ahh i'm so happy #it took me nearly 5 years but i did it!!!!!!!

[house-on-neibolt-st]

REDDIE SHIPPERS IF UR STILL OUT THERE I HAVE RECS FOR U!!!

i present to u: my favorite reddie fics that i've accumulated over the years

hey there demons (its me, ya boy) - dharmainitiative its a buzzfeed unsolved au and its so silly

any fic by dumpsterbeagle but specifically "im talking head first heavy baby, cellar dive" bcs its sooooo good it makes me twirl my hair and kick my legs

hello, stranger - trashmouthrobin as it was the first reddie fic i ever read and it holds a special place in my heart <3

richie tozier versus the flu - loserchildhotpants bcs sick fics r cute

we don't talk about it (we don't have the time) - theletter_a its quite possibly my all time favorite reddie fic (enemies to lovers waterpolo au??? so random but SO GOOD)

i was born a believer, i believe in the way you call me - stormysirens my other fav reddie fic its just so cute and so well written

literally ANY FIC by Car on ao3 every ove ive read so far slaps 🙏😭 two i read recently were Pants On Fire and Cooking Up Trouble but there are so many more

these r all the SFW ones but if u guys want NSFW recs i can do those too :P

#fun fact dumpsterbeagle's name autosuggets in my phone #bcs of how many of their fics i read last summer (every single ine multiple times) #dumspterbeagle if u have tumblr IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN #i have problems #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction recommendation #fanfiction rec list #reddie fanfic #it #it 2017 #it fanfiction #the losers club

[izzyspussy]

gold rush: Richie/Eddie + meeting during the 27 years (3/3)

Summary: Eddie “meets” Richie at a bar while they’re both out of town for work, and immediately decides right now is the perfect time to have his midlife crisis.

“Okay, alright,” Ben placates when the laughter goes long, gesturing for everyone to settle down, only half genuine. “How ‘bout you, Eddie? You married?” “Uh, no,” Eddie mumbles, emerging reluctantly from his one-handed cocoon. He debates for a moment, feeling sick. But he has to make sure Richie gets the full picture, now that he has to have any of it. “Engaged. Or I was a year ago, anyway.” Richie goes still and silent next to him, his hands freezing where they had been using his chopsticks to whack out a shitty little drumline on the cloth-covered table. “What happened?” Ben asks softly, sympathetically. Eddie’s throat hurts; the truth hurts. He coughs it away as best he can. “I moved,” he says. “For- uh. For work.” Like Pretty fucking Woman. Richie fumbles putting down his chopsticks, tucks his hands under the table. Eddie watches him do it through his peripheral vision. “Sorry to hear that, Eds,” Mike murmurs across the now quiet table. Eddie tenses up to hold back a flinch at the nickname. Richie came up with that nickname. Twice. He hasn’t used it since they got here. “So, anyway!” Richie says instead, cutting through the atmosphere like a fucking anvil, like he always did as a kid. He brings his hands back up to gesture wildly. “Ben! Where’s the rest of you?” “I- Yeah, I guess I lost a few pounds,” Ben says, chuckling awkwardly. Eddie, Bill, and Mike all make noises of agreement - Eddie maybe a little more enthusiastically than required, latching onto the change of subject eagerly. “You’re hot!” Richie gushes. Eddie can’t help but look Ben over, almost as if directed to do so by Richie’s words. His eyes sweep up and down Ben’s body like a compass needle sweeping around to point North. He admires, for a moment, Ben’s somewhat dainty wrists, his bulging shoulders, his thick thighs under the table. The tightness of his fucking cowboy jeans, too, makes for a prettier picture in between them than a looser fit would provide. But then Richie goes on. “You’re gorgeous, man! You’re like if every Brazilian soccer player was rolled into one person.” He pauses there, and sitting so close at hand, Eddie can hear him take a shaking breath, hyping himself up. Braced, he finishes, “Do you like men? Asking for a friend.” Suddenly, Eddie isn’t so enthused with this topic anymore.

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#jack facts #it #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #reddie #it chapter 2 #it fanfiction #my fic #gold rush

[imauselessartist]

Counselors Kaspbrak and Tozier reporting for duty!

I’ve been working on a summer camp au for a while now! Enjoy!

#fem!reddie #femreddie #Rachel Tozier #Edith kaspbrak #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ao3 #my art #art #fanart #summer camp #au #sketchbook #fanfiction #drawing #illustration #clowntown #wlw #lesbian #bisexual #digital art #rachelandedith #imauselessartist #my oc art #no bc at this point they’re my ocs so I’m just gonna tag them as such

[trashmouth-kaspbrak]

Stanley, Bill reflected, was weird. It was harder to see because his best friend was Richie and all his other friends were strange, too: Bill and his stutter and obsession with the horror genre, Ben with his love of niche eras of history, Mike with his well meaning but slightly screwy moral compass, Eddie’s pitbull-inside-a-chihuahua attitude, and Beverly’s smart mouth that has often gotten her in trouble. 

They were an interesting group, the seven of them. 

But Stan was strange, too. He had a quirky sense of humour that doesn’t come out much, but when it did, it came out in odd, moderately concerning ways. 

Like now, for instance. 

They were in Bassey Park, killing time, waiting for spring break to be over so they could go back to school and get away from their parents (and Bill uses the term loosely) and what remained of the Bowers Gang (Belch was in jail and Henry had been in an institution for years, but Victor was still around and bitter and he’d made some new friends who were just as mean as he was). Richie said something—Bill can’t even remember what—and looked at Stan, probably knowing what was coming. He got up and started running, nearly tripping over his own feet in his hurry to get up.  

Stan was up and after him not a second later, shouting, “Kookie, Kookie, lend me your bones!” 

Richie’s legs were longer but Stan played baseball and that meant he ran quite a bit; he would catch up in no time. Bill watched as they ran along the edge of the woods. Eddie, not to be outdone (or maybe just a little possessive), went after the two of them. He ran track, and was faster than Richie, but his legs were shorter than both of theirs, and the terrain was much bumpier than he was used to. It was going to be a close race.

“Do you think Stan’s having a mental break?” Mike asked the remaining three. 

Beverly took a long drag from her cigarette. “Probably. Finals and all. I bet Stan’s already stressed even though they’re not for a month or so.” 

“He didn’t get like this in high school, though,” Ben pointed out. 

Bill didn’t say, He wasn’t like this in high school because he was working out his stress in my bed, but he kind of wanted to, just to see how they would react. 

“Bill?” Mike asked.  

“He’s okay,” Bill assured them. “H-He’s just. . . got a wuh-wuh-weird sense of humour.” 

Stan had caught up to Richie by that point and had grabbed the back of his button up. Richie tripped over a tree root and both of them went tumbling. Eddie, going too fast and already too close behind them to avoid it, tripped on their friends and turned Stan into a Stanwhich. Bill huffed a laugh. Stanwhich. 

“What’s so funny?” Bev asked. 

“Stanwhich,” Bill wheezed. 

She did that snort-bleat thing that she did when she was caught off guard. Ben giggled. Mike outright laughed. 

Richie was struggling under Stan, who was writhing under Eddie, who was digging his elbows and toes into the ground, trapping them all there. Stan and Richie went still, whispered something Eddie couldn't hear, and then, as one, pushed up and heaved Eddie off. Eddie shrieked and Richie took off like a shot, running to beat the devil. Then he started jogging and by the time he got back to their picnic table, he was dragging his feet and panting like a dog. He collapsed in the grass.

"They're nuts," he said between breaths. "Both of them. We need to send them to Juniper."

Richie's breathing evened out and he held up his arms and made grabby hands. Mike and Ben hauled him to his feet and Richie slid onto the bench, resting his head beside Beverly's thighs. "Got an extra?" He asked her, eyes pleading.

"I thought you quite smoking for Eddie," she reminded him.

"He did," said Eddie, taking the seat beside Richie, on the other side of Beverly's thighs. Richie groaned. Eddie rolled his eyes.

Stan sat beside Bill. Their shoulders were touching. This wasn't unusual, but Stan reaching out and grabbing Bill's hand was. Bill raised his eyebrow at him, a silent question. Do you want to tell them?

Stan inclined his head just the slightest bit. Yes.

"You're doing it again," said Ben.

"Doing what?" Stan asked.

"That silent communication thing that only old married couples and Eddie and Richie do," Mike answered.

"Are you calling us old?" Richie cried, one hand clutching his collarbone like an offended old woman (hah) clutches her pearls.

"Yep."

Eddie swatted at Mike's arm but Mike deftly dodged, chuckling.

"We're dating," Stan announced.

Bill smacked a big, west kiss onto his cheek. "C-can confirm."

"Hah!" Crowed Beverly. "We won!"

"Won wh-wh-what?"

"We were betting on whether you were dating or not," Mike told him. "Richie, Eddie, and Bev said you were. Ben and I weren't so sure."

"Of course you were. I bet you started it, didn't you Richie?" Stan accused.

"Guilty as charged. But now I've got enough money to pay my bail!"

The fee for losing the bet was five dollars per winner.

"You g-guys are such a-a-assholes," said Bill.

"Richie assholes," Richie agreed.

"The $10 you just won is probably all the money you have." Eddie said. "With how much you spend on albums."

"What's mine is yours and what yours is mine; that goes for your bank account as well, Eddie my love."

"It does not!"

"Hey, we just came out to you guys," Stan shouted over Richie and Eddie's squabbling. "Can we focus on that for a second?"

"Sure, Stan the Man," Beverly replied. "How long have you two been dating?"

"T-two years."

"How the hell did you keep this from us for two years?!" Ben demanded.

"We wanted to see how long it would take you guys to figure it out." Stan answered. "When did you start the bet, Mike?"

"Six months ago."

"A year and a half, and you guys had no idea," Stan tsked. "Some friends you are."

"Hey!" The five of them chorused. And then they all laughed and the subject changed to something else, and a few times it switched back to Bill & Stan, but it was nice, Bill thought, to know that nothing had changed.

(Well, one thing had. His and Stan's entwined hands were on top of the table, now.)

#stenbrough #reddie #stanley uris #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #the losers club #it chapter 1 #it 2017 #it chapter 2 #it 2019 #my post #it fanfiction #stenbrough fanfiction

[feelingprettypsyched]

Drabble: Dish

(written for @100wednesday | fandom: IT)

"Taters, whens can we taste the tasty taters, precious?" Richie croaks in his best Gollum, crouched over but still managing to hover above Eddie.

It's a great angle for Eddie to elbow him in the ribs.

But halfheartedly. He's concentrating on the steaming pot of mashed potatoes on the stove: their contribution to the Third Official Losers Club Friendsgiving Extravaganza.

"Seriously, dude? I haven't even added the fucking chives!" Which Eddie does, with a flourish—one more whip—and only then surrendering a spoonful.

Richie licks it clean. "Yep. Definitely the second best thing I've put in my mouth today."

#wednesday100 #100wednesday #my fic #tumblr drabble #reddie fanfic #reddie fanfiction #eddie x richie #richie x eddie #reddie

[seecarrun]

“Oh my goodness, look at that little angel!” Maggie coos, practically ripping the phone out of Richie’s hands. “He looks just like Stan when he was a baby, doesn’t he, Went?”

Went looks at the picture of baby Georgie and nods sagely. “Spitting image.”

“Those curls,” Maggie gushes. “Stan always had such beautiful curly hair. Yours could have looked like that, Richie, if you bothered to actually take care of it.”

Eddie snickers, Richie rolls his eyes.

“Ugh,” Maggie huffs, begrudgingly handing the phone back to her son. “I wouldn’t mind a few grandchildren of my own, you know. I’m not getting any younger.”

“Mooom,” Richie groans.

“For god’s sake, Mags,” Went sighs. “Leave the boy alone with that, wouldja? It’s not like he can just pop one out of thin air. There’s extra steps now.”

“I’m just saying,” she says defensively, crossing her arms across her chest. “It’s not unheard of. I see a ton of celebrities living Richie’s lifestyle that have families.”

“My lifestyle?” Richie blanches, as Eddie continues to snicker into his coffee next to him. “What lifestyle?”

“Oh, you know, Rich,” Went says with a smirk. “Being a comedian. We were hoping it was just a phase, but alas.”

Eddie actually laughs out loud at that, so Richie elbows him in the side and rolls his eyes, though it does nothing to quell the laughter.

“Mom, you’re thinking of nice, upstanding gay celebrities…like NPH.”

“And Lance Bass!” Eddie adds in, oh so helpfully. “He had twins.”

Went hums in surprise like he’s actually interested to learn that new information. Couple of funny guys, apparently.

“Point is,” Richie continues, “no one is out there giving the dick joke closet case another human life to be responsible for.”

Maggie sighs, shaking her head. “Maybe you just need to settle down with a nice boy and become nice and upstanding then,” she tsks, and, to Richie’s horror, fucking gestures to Eddie, raising an eyebrow.

Thank god he doesn’t notice.

“Sure Ma,” he says, avoiding looking at Went’s shiteating grin and blushing up to his ears. “I’ll see what I can do.”

#reddie #car’s fanfiction #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #maggie tozier #wentworth tozier #good parents maggie and went #okay last kid thing for a while I promise #but babies are my life right now so that is where the inspiration lies lol

[kalsiferdraws]

The Deadlights: Let me care for you

Eddie couldn't blame Richie for punching Bill. He knew they had their fights time to time, and for the most part, they were over idiotic things. He always chucked it up to a dominance thing when they were younger. Richie challenging Bill's leadership. But this wasn't one of those times.

He would be lying of he said it didn't confuse him. He knew it was because Bill brought Audrie. But he had brought her to a few outings, and everytime Richie seemed to just ignore it. No matter how much Eddie couldn't.

Eddie didn't like her, not just because she was clingy. Obnoxiously clingy, not just with Bill. He learned that when Bill had invited her out to the Quarry with them. She would lean against Richie and Mike, a lot. It made Eddie's stomach turn and tightened everytime he saw her chest lean against Richie's arm. While, yes Richie and Mike would push her off, she kept doing it. And then when they were getting ready for the jump, he felt her hand on his back, hurrying him into the water below. He thought Beverly was gonna strangle her for it, but thankfully he and Stan calmed her down.

But clingy isn't the only reason why Eddie didn't like her. She was mean, spitting passive aggressive comments like a spitting cobra. She mainly did it to Stan and Ben for some reason. Stan could always hold his own, snapping back at her without hesitation. But Ben was just trying to brush it under the rug. He was nice like that, just wanting everyone to be friendly and together. She tried once with Eddie, but the good thing about a short temper is it makes people you don't like keep a distance.

Eddie couldn't help but wonder what she caused Richie and Bill to fight. If it even was a fight. They used to jump each other, leaving nothing but bruises and maybe some blood here and there. He wasn't sure if it's cause Ben and Mike grabbed Richie so quickly, or if Bill just didn't want to fight back. One punch was short for them, it was a little odd. When Eddie touched Richies face and looked into his eyes, he could see the anger inside them. He could also see when the anger melted off, and his pupils grow. They always seemed bigger when Eddie looked into them.

While the others left the stage, heading to Ben's truck no doubt for their "after concert diner run" Eddie couldn't help but constantly look behind him. He would walk a few steps, look behind him, walk a few more. He was getting irritated, he didn't even know why. So when he heard footsteps behind him he was ready to snap, opening his mouth before seeing Richie. Alone. He looked behind him, expecting to see Stan and Bill, but when he didn't he looked up at Richie confused.

"They're talking," Richie said. His tone was cold, lacking any kind of emotion. Which was... odd for Richie. Eddie put his hand on Richie's chest, stopping him from walking further. Richie's eyes looked into Eddie's again, showing the pupils grow again. They stared for a moment before Richie forced a smile and grabbed Eddie's hand into his own. "I'm fine, Eds." Eddie looked at his hand. He was obviously not fine.

"Don't call me Eds," he muttered pulling Richies hand to him and glaring at it. "Your knuckles are bruising... again." He looked up at Richie, his nose crinkled as he glared. "You gotta ice it dude."

"Not much ice around here," Richie said, moving his gaze to Eddie's hands holding his own. "I can get the diner to give me extra ice."

"Absolutely not," Eddie declared. "Do you know how filthy their ice is? The bacteria that's inside it?" He rolled his eyes huffing. It made Richie chuckle, finally showing his real smile. "I'm being serious."

"I know you are," Richie said between chuckles. "You got a different solution doc?" Eddie looked around. He knew he had to ice Richies knuckles fast so the bruise wouldn't be too big. It would be hard to explain a bruised hand away during a concert or interview. He spotted one of the staff walking, clearing his throat. Richie looked over at the worker, raising an eyebrow.

"Excuse me!" Eddie called out. The man perked up looking at them. He trotted over quickly, looking at Richie with an awestruck gaze and red cheeks. Eddie felt his eyebrow twitch. "We need an ice pack. Do you have an emergency kit or something around here?" Richie could hear his annoyance, making him fight another chuckle. The staff member stumbled his words a bit before nodding and trotting off. Eddie rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh. "Honestly, you're a normal person."

"I'm a rock star," Richie grinned. "I make many tremble just with these fingers - ow!" He flinched as Eddie squeezed his hand slightly. "OK, ok I get it," Richie laughed. Eddie eased his grip, looking back at Richie's hand. "Its not that bad Eds. I can really just ice it at the di-"

"No," Eddie said firmly. It made Richie's mouth shut. "I'm going to make sure it's properly handled." Eddie swore he heard Richie take a sharp breath in, he loosened his grip more on Richie's hand making sure not to hurt him again.

"Youre gonna nurse it back to full health huh?" Richie's tone was soft now, even with his teasing.

"Are you going to let me?" Eddie smiled, teasing back. He looked up at Richie, seeing a sight he didn't expect. Richie's eyes were a deep black only a small sliver of his brown left, his eyes half lidded. His cheeks and the bridge of his nose were a deep red. It made Eddie's heart pounding against his ribs. Richie must've realized he looked different from normal cause he laughed, looking away from Eddie.

"Of course Dr. Kaspbrak." Eddie groaned at the nickname, noticing the staff member come back. He handed Eddie a small ice pack and a wrapping bandage. Eddie didnt think both would be needed but it is always good to have something incase. He thanked the man for his time, before pulling Richie's arm to a set of boxes. He sat Richie down on one, holding his hand.

After a moment of silence, due to Eddie hyperfocusing on Richie's knuckles, he cleared his throat. "Why did you hit him?" He asked softly. Richie shrugged. "Rich... you have never randomly hit him before. What happened?" Richie looked at him and hummed.

"He was being insensitive," Richie said bluntly. Eddie raised an eyebrow, holding the ice back to a new knuckle. "He just... he hurt Stan, a lot."

"So you punched him?" Eddie asked, genuinely confused. Richie nodded. "You know Stan can handle his own, why are you fighting Bill for him?"

Richie was silent for a moment, before he looked at Eddie. "Have you... ever liked someone?" Eddie's eyes widened a bit, caught off guard. His eyes scanned around, before he blushed slightly and nodded. He saw Richie bit his lip a bit before he spoke again. "If you were making it obvious to the person, and even with how obvious it was, they openly dated someone else. Invited them out with you and your friends. How would you feel?"

Eddie thought for a moment before he answered. "I mean.. I do make it obvious but..." his voice was quiet when he answered, a bit nervous. "I suppose I'd be, upset?" Richie just stared at him, waiting for everything to click. But Eddie just stared blankly back. Richie groaned.

"Didn't you notice the song set tonight?" He asked. Eddie thought a moment. They were mostly covers if he remembered right, mostly about confessions or crushes or-

"Oh my god!" Eddie put his hands on Richie's shoulders. "Stan likes Bill?!" Richie covered his mouth with his hand, shushing him. It made Eddie blush a bit, looking Richie up and down. He realized that saying something like that outloud could really hit their band hard. He swallowed as Richie uncovered his mouth. "Since when?"

"Uh, since always?" Richie tilted his head. "You didn't notice?" Eddie shrugged, making Richie drop his head. "God you're dense as fuck."

"I am not, it wasn't obvious!" Eddie said, looking back at Richie's hand. He was debating in his head if it should be wrapped up, at least for the night. He unraveled the bandage, shrugging that it would at least keep it tight.

"It was so obvious even Mike caught on," Richie laughed. He looked at Eddie, admiring how focused he was. "Now I have to know your definition of 'obvious'." He was mainly teasing, Eddie knew that. But still, it made him nervous.

"Yknow, being around him, sneaking off to hang out with him," Richie bit his lip again. "Caring for him, even if he's an idiot." Richie opened his mouth, letting out a gasp. Eddie looked at him, a smile creeping on his face, but he fought to keep it down.

"Wait, Eds.. do you-" Richie was cut off by the sound of heels clicking towards them. Eddie groaned, Richie glaring in the direction of the noise.

Of course.

#it #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #band au #au #alternate universe #short fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #richie x eddie #richie trashmouth #eddie spaghetti #so close #yet so far

[its-all-ineffable]

Calling the IT fandom!

I have a conundrum. I've been (very slowly) working on an IT fanfic where I give the adult Losers Club better chemistry. (Essentially, I felt like they wasted a brilliant cast in making shit jokes and including lots of jumpscares, when the adult cast could've had such amazing, deep friendships like the kids did).

However, I of course want to try my hand at a fix-it fic where Eddie and Stan come back/survive. And also one where I save Adrian and Vicky and Dean too. So my question:

You have a week to help me out, I beg you! Thank you!

#it chapter two #it chapter 2 #it 2019 #the losers club #reddie #richie x eddie #of course it will have reddie in #fanfic #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my IT fanfic #help me please #polls #choice #help me write

[octoberobserver]

Those Days In Between - Sneak Peek 2

Continued from the Reddie-fucked-during-the-27-years-and-forgot-then-remembered snippet from here

"Eds, does that—does that mean I—did I take your virginity?"

“Virginity is such a bullshit concept.”

“Eddie.”

“Yes! Fine, yes, okay?!” he threw up his hands, accidentally smacking him in the shoulder in the process. “You were the first person I ever slept with. Happy?!”

“Uh, yeah, fuckin’ ecstatic,” Richie shot back, not letting himself linger on that wonderful, devastating piece of information, “‘cause you’re the first person I ever slept with too.”

Eddie’s eyebrows bolted up his forehead.

“But you…girls…?”

He didn’t seem to be able to articulate any further than that, so Richie took pity on him.

“I fooled around with a few in college when I was still friends with Aslan,” he waved a hand, rushing through the explanation as if saying it fast would make it any less embarrassing. “Dated this girl Sandy for a while. She was cool. But we uh never did the whole…enchilada.”

Eddie wrinkled his nose.

“Maybe that’s because you call sex ‘the whole enchilada,'” he smirked before folding his arms and tilting his head. “Aslan?”

“Narnia. Closet. As in deep in it.”

“It was a wardrobe.”

Richie squinted at him.

Eddie squinted back.

“But you…seemed to know what you were doing that first time,” he said slowly as if reframing their entire early-20s encounter right that second.

“Dude," Richie forced a scoff to hide his nerves. "Back then I lived on a steady diet of Mountain Dew and gay porn. I just—it was monkey see, monkey do, ya know?”

He shifted on the couch, hyper-aware of the heat coming from Eddie’s thigh, barely two inches from his.

“So we…lost our virginity to each other then?”

“Seems like it, Eduardo.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah. Huh.”

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

“That sorta…changes things.”

Richie caught his eye.

“It does?”

“...Doesn’t it?”

(Continued)

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#it 2017 #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #eddie is coraline btw #richie is wybie #AND IK coraline and wybie dont actually date or anything this is just the reddie verse 🤷‍♀️ #hoping to get it out on my ao3 for halloween #reddie fanfiction #its like basically a crossover or like a universe switch maybe idk how to describe it #all the characters r replaced with IT characters #ive been working on this for like a week #this au consumes my brain #OK TOO MANY TAGS IM DONE