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tinyarmedtrex · 4 years
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I BEG U FOR A PART 3 FOR THE PAIN PROMPT. IDC IF IT'S A HAPPY OR ANGSTY ENDING, I JUST BEED ANOTHER PART AND A RESOLUTION PLSSSS
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Read part 1 here and part 2 here
The first thing Eddie noticed when he woke up was he cold. Freezing even. He was shivering hard against the chill he felt in his bones, slightly annoyed that the blanket wasn’t tucked up around his chin like it was supposed to be. 
The second thing he noticed was why. When he opened his eyes to look for the thick cover he discovered that he wasn’t in his bed, tucked in and happy. Instead he was in a cold, dark cell, surrounded by cement and the dank smell of earth.
He squeezed his eyes shut, praying that when he opened them he’d be back home and next to Richie, like he had been when he’d fallen asleep. 
When he opened his eyes the cell was still there, the grayness of it was almost overwhelming.
Refusing to give into the horror he felt Eddie scrambled to his feet, looking around for any clues to tell him what the hell was going on. A single light bulb hanging over him and the only other thing in the room was a heavy door. He ran over to it and tried to yank it open but wasn’t surprised to find that it was locked. 
“Hello?” He yelled, pounding on the door. “Anyone?  You can’t just keep me down here!”
No one answered. Eddie ran his fingers around the door, looking for any weakness but there was nothing. He wasn’t Matlock, he couldn’t break out of a secure room.
Dread started to settle in and he huddled in a corner, his arms wrapped around himself as he tried not to freeze. He was still in his pajamas, a shirt of Richie’s and an old set of running shorts. None of this made sense. He tried to think back, to remember anything out of the ordinary, but there was nothing. He and Richie had made dinner together and then watched a movie, their now regular routine. They’d gone to sleep in his bed, Eddie curled next to Richie like always. Nothing strange, it was deliciously routine, something that Eddie had come to love. Richie made him feel normal, safe. 
A new wave of despair rose as he thought about Richie. What if he was there too? What if whoever had taken him had nabbed Richie too, just because he was there. Eddie hadn’t cried yet but the thought of Richie being there because of him, that broke him. 
As tears started to roll down his face the door swung open. As quickly as he could Eddie stood, raising his fists defensively. 
The man who opened it looked at him and laughed coldly. “What good will that do? Will you tell me that my mother abused me? Bah.” He shook his head dismissively and Eddie dropped his hands. He was right. The man had at least a hundred pounds on him, all muscle, and, if that wasn’t enough, the gun he held in his hand dissuaded Eddie from trying to run. 
“Fuck you.” Eddie spat, furrowing his brows. He may be defenseless but he was still pissed. “Where am I? Why am I here?”
“Oh I have someone very special to tell you that you little firecracker.” The man stepped aside, revealing Richie behind him.
“Chee!” Eddie ran to him, throwing his arms around his boyfriend. Richie didn’t move, didn’t hug him back. Instead he stood there like a statute, only moving his head to look at the guard. 
“I’ll tell him everything Victor, give me five minutes.” Richie said coldly. 
“Just remember this isn’t a conjugal visit.” The man said, pushing Richie inside and locking the door. 
“Tell me what? Richie are you okay?” Eddie looked him over, seeing that Richie was in a gray jumpsuit but looked unharmed. “Where are we?”
“God I wish you had figured it out.” Richie looked sad and Eddie started to reach for him, only to have Richie shake his head and step back. “You don’t want to touch me. Or you won’t, soon.” 
“What? Why? Did they do something to you?” Eddie stepped in again but stopped, his stomach twisting as Richie frowned at him. It was so unlike the happy Richie he knew, the one that always ran to Eddie, picking him up even as he protested. This rejection stung like a slap. 
“Eddie I’m one of them. I work with them. They recruited me and I brought you here.” He said it with such defeat and sadness that Eddie was sure he’d misheard. “I- I’m the reason you’re here.” He added, not meeting Eddie’s eyes. 
Eddie shook his head, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “No, no that doesn’t make sense. You- you’re my boyfriend Richie. You work at the radio station. You-” He stopped short of saying the rest as Richie kept shaking his head.
“I was assigned you. Told you find out everything about you and your power. They want to use it Eds, to use you as a weapon. You and others like you.” 
“But-” Eddie tried to piece it together, the last two months with Richie, how accepting he’d been of Eddie’s powers, all the questions he’d asked, how he’d had Eddie demonstrate. A pit grew in Eddie’s stomach. It made so much more sense now. 
He’d been a fool. 
“You used me.” Eddie hated how small his voice sounded, how weak. “You made me think you loved me, you- you kissed me, you touched me and it was all a lie? An assignment? God.” He reeled back, feeling like he needed to vomit. He’d told Richie he loved him and meant it and Richie had said it back. Everything crumbled around him. 
“No, Eds I-” Richie glanced back at the door then stepped closer, holding a hand out to grab Eddie.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” He screamed, backing into the wall.
Richie’s hand dropped, the disappoint clear in his expression. “I won’t. Eds you- you were supposed to be another mission. That’s it. But I, I fell for you. Shit Eds I don’t know how anyone couldn’t. I love you. I tried to get them to leave you alone, to let you go but they refused. They brought us both here last night, you to train and me to- reeducate.” Eddie saw how Richie shuddered at the word but he refused to react.
“I’m supposed to believe you? Believe that you actually cared? You’re probably going to go laugh at me with all the other goons. ‘Poor Eddie, thought that someone loved him’.” Eddie’s lip curled in disgust. “No way Richie. Fuck you.” 
Richie was quiet for a second. Then he nodded again. “I knew you’d say that. I don’t blame you. I don’t. I knew you’d hate me and I- I accepted that.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Listen, its easier if you just do what they say. You’ll do it in the end anyway and it’s not worth the pain to argue.” 
He didn’t respond, instead staring resolutely at the floor. He didn’t want to talk to Richie, to hear any more lies but he felt Richie step in, dropping his voice as he said, “I’m going to get you out. I know you don’t trust me but I swear Eds, I’m not going to leave you in here. I love you, no matter how you feel about me.” 
He heard Richie step back and walk to the door. As he rapped his knuckles on it Eddie asked, “How did you do it? Avoid my- my power?” He raised his eyes just enough to see Richie’s sad smile.
“You think you’re the only one with a gift Eddie? You feel too much but some of us, we don’t feel anything.” With that the door swung open and Richie left, leaving Eddie alone and heartbroken.
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gaystuartlittle · 4 years
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Can u pls write a reddie nerd/jock au??? I'm a sucker for those
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ok i am so sorry it took me literally a million years to get this bc the first request popped up like. a month ago. but i got this one today and then told myself it was time to give the people what they wanted.
also this got sadder than i meant for it to be - tw for panic attacks! but it's a happy ending!!!!!!!
Rating: T (language) Words: 915
The entire school was buzzing with excitement. Their soccer team had a huge championship game tomorrow and for the first time, they might actually bring home the state championship. It's all because of the star midfielder, Eddie Kaspbrak. Eddie fucking Kaspbrak. Richie's tragically straight best friend and, unfortunately, also his long-time crush. 
Richie was going to the game, of course. He would go anywhere for Eddie. He didn't really fully understand soccer, but he would still go and cheer on Eddie. But, for now, he was focused on his calculus homework. It was his free period, which he normally spent with Eddie, but today he was alone in the library. Eddie was using the time to get in a little extra practice on the field, leaving Richie on his own. It was really more detrimental to Eddie, though, since Richie had been helping (and basically tutoring) him with calculus all semester so far. 
He was breezing through the assigned problems, only looking up when he needed to copy the next one from the textbook. Some people didn't like math, or school in general, but Richie did. It was his thing. Eddie had soccer, but Richie had school. He was good at it - he barely ever had to study. He just understood stuff, even in his hardest AP classes. Sometimes the Losers would tease him, call him a nerd, but he knew it came from a place of love.
Just as Richie had wrapped up his last problem and was running through his mental to-do list, he got a text from Eddie.
(2:13 PM) can you come to the locker room pls
(12:13 PM) i need you
And fuck if that wasn't enough to get Richie out of the library. He knew Eddie didn't mean I need you to kiss me and hold me and make me yours, but he still rushed. He was used to silently pining at this point, struggling with the fact that Eddie was straight and would never feel the same way. The closest he would get to being his boyfriend was being his best friend. And Richie was okay with that. Or, he at least lied to himself and said he was okay with that.
It only took a few moments for him to push through the double doors leading to the guy's locker room. He didn't really know what to expect. He had figured that Eddie had just overextended himself on the field and needed some comfort, or maybe got a few scrapes and bruises. That was not what he found.
Eddie was clutching his knees to his chest and rocking underneath his locker, tears rolling down his face. He held his inhaler with a vice-like grip in his right hand, and Richie watched as he brought the thing up to his mouth. Both of them knew he didn't actually have asthma, but they also knew that it actually helped to calm him down.
"Eds, Eddie, what happened?" Richie asked, quickly sitting down next to his best friend.
"I just- I can't do it. Everyone's expecting me to lead up to this victory and I'm just not good enough for that. I wish- I wish I had the confidence and ease that you have, like with school and stuff. But- but instead I'm just having a fucking panic attack on the floor of the locker room because I've realized that I'm not actually that good at soccer and that I can't do jack shit for our school. And then everyone is going to be disappointed in me. It's just all too much."
"Hey, none of that is true. You're the best damn soccer player out there. You want proof? I could name a single professional player, but I can name you, so that must mean you're the best since I actually bothered to remember your name. And you know what? Even if we don't win, the school isn't going to hate you. They're still going to love their favorite soccer star. And I'm still going to love my little Eddie Spaghetti."
At this point, tears were brimming Richie's eyes too. When he looked up at Eddie, he looked defeated, like he wanted to believe the words coming from Richie's mouth but just couldn't. It broke Richie's heart.
"Eddie, I'm serious. Any person out there would agree with what I'm saying. You're so fucking talented. And you work harder than anyone I've ever-"
Eddie cuts Richie off with a kiss. It's quick, and a little wet because of the tears, but it's still perfect. When Eddie pulls back, he looks scared.
"I'm sorry, Richie. I-I shouldn't have done that," Eddie rushes out. Richie's brain can't seem to think of any words that aren't Eddie kissed me with his perfect soft lips and now I can die happily. 
But he has to stop Eddie from further freaking out, so he leans back in and connects their lips again. This kiss is longer and deeper, and when they pull back, they press their foreheads together and smile.
"I mean it, Eds. You can do fucking anything."
(And yes, they win the game. And yes, it is because of Eddie's last minute goal. And yes, Richie does run out on the field when the game ends and cloak Eddie in his body, spinning him around in celebration. And yes, they do further celebrate by making out in Richie's car before heading to meet the rest of the Losers at the nearby diner.)
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moonlightrichie · 4 years
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Confessing/sad or hurt feelings in the kitchen. I wanna read your magic, sweetie, pls
Hehe hope you like it, thanks so so much for the prompt! I loved writing this ♡
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Warnings: Alcohol, cursing, mentions of sex and smoking
Richie had just been trying to enjoy himself.
He’d had a few beers, smoked with Bev out on the porch and danced to the bass-filled music currently shaking his classmate’s house. At some point he’d been making out a little with Lisa from English class, the two having found each other on the dance floor. Nothing serious, just harmless fun; something the two of them would never talk about again after tonight.
Nothing he’d done throughout the entire night was bad, he was pretty sure. It was a party after all. There were some people having sex in the parents’ bedroom and others smoking weed in the basement. Richie hadn’t done any of those things, and not that he found any of the two to be especially bad either. If he’d wanted to, he probably could have been with Lisa from English class in one of the second floor bedrooms right now, getting it on.
But he wasn’t.
Because before he’d even thought about going that far, Eddie had put a hand on Richie’s bicep, pulling him away with fingers digging harshly into his soft flesh.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he’d spit out angrily, not letting go of Richie’s arm until they were standing alone in the kitchen, putting his hands on his hips and staring Richie down with lightning in his eyes.
Richie hadn’t known how to respond, because how was he supposed to reply to that? Instead he’d just blinked, doing a double take as Eddie’s words processed in his brain. He hadn’t done anything wrong, so why was Eddie being so mad at him right now?
But now Eddie was yelling, a finger pointing crossly at Richie and Richie really didn’t know what the fuck was going on.
“I can’t believe you just did that! Like, how do you think that made me feel, huh? I guess you didn’t think of that ‘cause you only think about yourself!” Eddie put his hands to his temples while inhaling, and Richie prepared for a new outburst. “And don’t even get me started on…”
At this point he tuned out of the conversation, his brain too damn confused to get a grip on reality. He wasn’t that drunk, was he? So why couldn’t he figure out what he’d done?
“Eddie”, he interrupted, starting to feel angry himself. What Eddie was doing was extremely uncalled for, totally unnecessary and Richie wasn’t just going to stand there and take it. “Why the fuck are you being so mad right now?”
His tone was sharp, much sharper than he’d expected with his alcohol-infused brain still behind on everything happening around him. Eddie’s face changed immediately, going from angry to shocked, a disbelieving huff escaping him while he crossed his arms as if to say ‘I can’t fucking believe you right now’.
“You don’t know why I’m angry?” he raised his eyebrows, looking at Richie like he was stupid.
“Uh… no?” Richie shook his head with wide eyes.
“Well, you should.”
Richie had to stop to breathe for a moment, just trying to collect himself as he looked away from Eddie’s red face. He really couldn’t deal with this. “Well”, he began, dragging out the word. “I don’t. So why can’t you just tell me?”
Eddie stared at him for a moment, his face still tense in anger. “You made out with Lisa.”
That made Richie stop in his tracks because wow, that wasn’t what he expected Eddie to say. “Uhhh, okay?” Richie laughed humorlessly. “So?”
“So?” Eddie echoed, voice rising to a higher volume, power booming out of his tiny frame.
“Yeah, so!” Richie yelled right back in the same volume because no way was he going to let Eddie win. Nobody was louder than Richie Tozier and he took pride in that, thank you very much.
Eddie was fuming, huffs of air coming out of him regularly. With clenched fists he looked away from Richie, jaw tense. Richie had to stop himself from staring too long, because how the hell was Eddie still so beautiful when he was furious like this?
“I still don’t get what you’re so mad about.” Richie took a careful step towards him after a moment of silence.
“I’m not mad.”
“Well, you seem pretty mad if you ask me.”
“I’m not mad”. Eddie looked at him then, eyes shiny. “I’m fucking hurt, you asshole!”
And then Eddie was in Richie’s face, putting his hands on Richie’s chest and pushing him backwards. Pain shot through Richie’s back as he collided with the kitchen counter, elbow slipping as he tried to catch himself.
“Wow, what the hell!” Richie gaped at Eddie.
Only then did he see that Eddie was crying. Streaks of tears running down his soft cheeks and eyelashes sticking together, and Eddie was crying. Richie’s first instinct was to reach out to comfort him, to pull him into his chest and tucking him underneath his chin. The two of them had grown up learning how to make the other feel better when they were upset or sad.
But Richie had to stop himself when he remembered that he was the reason Eddie was crying right now and he let his already outstretched arm fall to his side again. Disappointment flashed in Eddie’s eyes for only a moment before disappearing again.
“Eds, what’s going on?” Richie tried, feeling his eyes water up with tears too just at the sight of his Eddie all broken like that.
“You made out with Lisa”, was all Eddie said, repeating himself from earlier. He wiped at his cheeks with the back of his hand, sniffling while he did so.
“I…” Richie groaned, pushing his glasses into his hair to rub at his eyes with cold fingers. “I really don’t know what you want from me, Eds.”
When he looked at Eddie again, he was filled with a new wave of emotions. Eddie looked so small, arms wrapped around his stomach as if trying to hold himself together. Tears were still falling from his eyes.
“I want you to not want to make out with Lisa”, Eddie muttered, voice so quiet Richie almost hadn’t heard him.
But he had.
“What?”
“You heard me”, Eddie was whispering now.
“So, you don’t want me to want to make out with Lisa. Who do you want me to want to make out with then, huh? You?”
The words were out before Richie’d had time to process them in his brain, and he had to swallow down the truth behind them. He did want to make out with Eddie, more than anyone else, because Richie was so absolutely in love with him.
Making out with Lisa was just a part of Richie’s attempts to get over Eddie. And now Eddie was mad at him for it, and Richie didn’t know what to do anymore. He couldn’t ever let Eddie know who he really wanted to kiss.
He was freaking out so much on the inside that he almost missed Eddie’s response. Just one little word, even quieter than earlier, voice shaking: “yeah.”
His head snapped up to meet Eddie’s gaze, eyes widening when he saw the exposed truth in Eddie’s face, his bottom lip quivering. “Did you just…”
“Yeah”, Eddie interrupted, nodding tiredly, his eyes red from crying. They must hurt, Richie thought to himself.
He was in Eddie’s space in seconds, hands flying up to cradle his face and then they were kissing. Eddie reacted immediately, their lips pushed together desperately, tongues already meeting in the middle. It was wet, sloppy, way too much tongue and teeth clashing, but it was perfect to Richie, all his emotions pouring out and put into that one kiss.
“I’m sorry”, he breathed out before leaning back in, not wanting to separate their lips for too long. Eddie’s hands were pulling at his curls, trying to get closer to Richie than he already was. It didn’t matter that Richie’s glasses were pushing into his face uncomfortably when Eddie’s tongue was in his mouth.
Then Eddie pulled away just enough to break their kiss, breathing heavily into Richie’s face. “Don’t say sorry, I’m the one who should say sorry. I was jealous and unfair to you. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Still playing with Richie’s hair, he pushed their foreheads together.  
Richie chuckled. “No, I guess I did something right ‘cause it led to this.”
With a gentle push to Richie’s chest, Eddie blushed. But he was smiling, his eyes shining with happiness this time instead of unshed tears. “Asshole.”
Silence settled over them, both just breathing the other in. Background noise from the party finally faded back into Richie’s senses again, thumping trap beats and talking from the living room.
“I’m kind of in love with you if you didn’t already figure that out”, Eddie muttered, voice gentle.
“I’m kind of in love with you too.” Leaning down again, Richie pressed a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips, drinking in his content hum. Pulling away, he looked down at the wonderful boy in front of him. “But only kind of though”, he added with a wide grin.
Eddie laughed out loud, Richie’s favorite sound. “Asshole.”
They grinned at each other.
“No, but seriously”, Richie stroked at Eddie’s cheek. It was sticky from all the tears. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never would have made out with Lisa if I knew. Especially if I knew I could have been making out with you instead.”
“Damn Lisa.”
“Hey”, Richie put a finger to Eddie’s chest. “You should be thanking her. Without her you wouldn’t be kissing these sweet, sweet lips tonight.”
“Uh huh”, Eddie nodded. “So I should thank the girl who had her tongue down my boyfriend’s throat 20 minutes ago? Makes sense.”
Richie blinked at Eddie for a moment, the words ‘my boyfriend, my boyfriend’ repeating themselves in his brain over and over again. Fireworks, rainbows, sparks and explosions erupted in every part of him: his brain, his heart; he was so full of love. If Eddie looked close enough, he’d probably see tiny hearts in Richie’s eyes.
“Boyfriend”, he cooed, nuzzling his nose into Eddie’s cheek.
Eddie smiled shyly. “That’s okay, right?”
“Of course, boyfriend”, Richie wrapped his long arms around Eddie’s neck, hugging him tightly. If he could, he’d stay like that forever with his boyfriend, Eddie.
Eddie, his boyfriend.
“So, boyfriend”, Riche’s voice was muffled in Eddie’s hair. “What do you say we leave this party and go do some boyfriend stuff?”
With a nod and a giggle, Eddie kissed Richie’s cheek. “Sure.”
If anybody else were asked, they’d have said that Richie overused the word ‘boyfriend’ for the next 30 seconds.
“Hey Stan, this is my boyfriend Eddie”, he’d told Stan, who was standing in the kitchen entrance with some classmates, while grinning so widely his cheeks were starting to hurt.
“Well hello ther’, m’ sweet lady”, he’d said to Beverly with a stupid voice when they met her in the hallway. “Hev ya met mah gargous fellafriend here?”
Beverly had high fived both of them with a giggle.
“Hey Lisa! I can’t make out with you anymore, I got a boyfriend now!” he’d announced to the entire party before they’d walked out the main entrance to leave, Lisa not even listening from where she’d been dancing with some other guy. Eddie had been blushing the entire time.
Richie didn’t care. He had the best boyfriend in the world and wanted everyone in the world to know.
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sarah-snook · 4 years
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ACABO DE VER QUE HABLAS ESPAÑOL. LO sIeNtO pero me emociono cada que encuentro a alguien en este fandom que habla español también akdjsj
nací en méxico y viví allí hasta los tres años! es mi lengua materna :’)
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eds-trashmouth · 4 years
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Wet Fire lol
Wet fire? Um. Low key kinda stumped.
Firefighter!Richie maybe? Where the fire station gets a call about an apartment building on fire so they rush to the scene to try to put it out and get everyone to safety. As firefighters do.
They’ve got people trying to put the fire out while they had another group go in to try to save anyone inside. Richie is in the rescue group, he’d already gotten a few people on the second floor out and was going back for another when he hears a mans voice yelling from the outside. The sound was coming from a window on the fourth floor, the man sounded rough. Which sent Richie into full rescue mode as he charges back into the house.
Of course they make it out alive, but I’d probably make it suspenseful.
Eddie would have some slight burns to his legs but a lot of smoke inhalation in his lungs. So he’s not breathing well and he has asthma. They get him to the hospital and shit and he’s fine. But he goes looking for the man who saved his life. And yeah. They get married eventually.
Send me a made up fic title and I’ll tell you what I’d write for it!
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scribbleworms · 4 years
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Can you link your poem or something pls?? I remember I liked it so much but my dumb ass doesn't remember if I wrote it down, put it a tag in my reblog or something lol
Yes! Here you go!! I'm glad to hear that you liked it ❤❤❤ warms my heart
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xandertheundead · 4 years
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Sweetheart, you better didn't fucking kill Eddie because then I'll...
No, don’t worry! Eddie is not dead. If I had that in mind I would have marked it MCD. 💙
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thelazyeye · 4 years
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🌻🌻
My cats names are Sasha and Milo and I love them to pieces
On work days I wake up earlier than my girlfriend but on weekends she wakes up before me
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merrysithmas · 4 years
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I want to mainly read The Secret History, Clockwork Angel, When The Moon Was Ours and The Merry Spinster, then I'm gonna read whatever I think is interesting ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ which books r u reading???
ive heard of clockwork angel but not the other 3! def gonna look into them all for my list!! 😄😄😄 right now i have a bunch of books, Blood Memory: Forgetting the Alamo which is about a queer person who disguised themself and fought in the Alamo, a couple Siken poetry books, If We Were Villains, a textbook on Transgender Studies I got for my bday!, have to finish TSH, another book on ESP/Montauk, Radium Girls, and i have a few other books on quantum theory and medical marijuana i want to finish but theyre not fiction and that's what i want to finally get back into after being deprived for so long bc of school load lol
i always down for any more recs when you got em!!
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denrbough · 4 years
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Wait, is Kay's appearence described in the book???
She's got brown eyes bro 😞 that's all we know canonically abt her appearance. BUT it's generally accepted in the fandom that she's black and I live for it
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tinyarmedtrex · 4 years
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Omg, let my baby stay by Mac Demarco is a song Richie would write to Eddie when they're like, 17 and Eddie being like, moving away or something like that, and you can't change my mind, pls make this a one shot or something I just can't write
Eddie looked around his room, though it could barely be called that anymore. Everything that made it his room was packed away, his track medals no longer hung off the mirror, the pictures of the losers were hidden in some box, even his dresser was empty.
It wasn’t Eddie’s room anymore, just like Derry soon wouldn’t be his home. Tomorrow morning he and Sonia were moving to Texas to live with his aunt. His mom decided that Derry was too weird, that it held too many bad memories, and that she didn’t want to spend another second there. 
He had protested, it was his senior year and she was making him leave, but it boiled down to the fact that he was only 17 and she was his parent. He was powerless.
Eddie swallowed back tears as he fell to his bed, trying not to let his sorrow overtake him.  He’d just left the losers. All of them had given him things to remember them by- Stan had given him a book about birds in Texas, Ben had made him a friendship bracelet that he’d tied on Eddie’s wrist with a sad smile. He had managed not to cry until the very end, when all of them had to say good bye. They made promises to write and call but all of them knew it wouldn’t be the same. Things changed when people moved away, even if none of them wanted to admit it they all knew it.
A tapping on his window interrupted his misery. Sitting up he saw Richie outside, grinning at him and Eddie’s heart fluttered at his stupid friend and his ability to scale the trellis up to his room.
Eddie moved to open the window. “You just left me.” He said, though he couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on his lips. He’d never turn Richie away, not matter how recently they’d seen each other.
“I know that but-” Richie paused and his eyes fell. For one he didn’t make a joke. “I missed you.”
They hadn’t talked much at the party, both silently avoiding the other like they knew their goodbyes would break them. Eddie had so much that he regretted not saying to Richie but he couldn’t do it, even now he couldn’t risk it, so he’d just hugged Richie at the end, holding on until he was worried it was weird.
“You brought your guitar.” Eddie said, noticing that it was strapped to Richie’s back.
“Yea, I did. I have another present for you.” 
“You mean the whoopee cushion wasn’t my only gift?” Eddie teased.
Richie shook his head, dark hair flopping over his eyes. “No Eds, this is for you only.”
When Richie said things like that it made his heart twist. He wanted to pull Richie in and kiss him until morning, until the truck pulled up to take him away. Tears sprang to his eyes and he tried to wipe them away before Richie saw. The thought of leaving the losers made him cry, the thought of leaving Richie- that destroyed him.
“Don’t cry Eds, my singing isn’t that bad.” Richie said, reaching out and wiping the tears with his thumb. Eddie may have imagined it but he thought Richie’s hand lingered, touching him for a second too long.
He let out a choked laugh, “Are you sure? Bill got you confused with a cat.”
“Bill also things that Nickleback is the height of music.” Richie smiled at him then pointed outside. “Let’s go out there, I don’t want to serenade Mrs. K- I’m saving that for later, its my last night with her after all.”
“You ass.” Eddie mumbled but he grabbed a sweater and followed Richie outside. It was cool but not awful. Especially as he and Richie sat close to each other on the roof. Richie was framed by the night sky, cosmic and beautiful. His stomach ached even thinking about saying good bye.
“Don’t interrupt okay? I know that’s like asking Godzilla not to destroy the city but-” Richie said as he grabbed his guitar, strumming it.
“Fuck you. I can stay quiet when it’s worth being quiet for.” 
Richie smiled at him once more then started to sing. 
“I was made to love him, been working at it
Half of my life, I’ve been an addict
And he’s been good to me
Far as I can tell, he’s happy”
Richie didn’t look at Eddie as he sang, instead staring at his hands. Eddie’s heart was in his throat but he refused to admit that Richie was singing about him, that Richie could possibly mean what Eddie desperately wanted him to mean.
“So please don’t take my love away
Let my baby stay, let my baby stay”
He was holding back tears again. Richie’s voice had improved. It was low and occasionally he tripped over a word or a chord, clearly nervous. Eddie wanted to reach out and touch him, to comfort him, but he was glued to the spot, only able to listen. 
“Please don’t take my love away
Let my baby stay, let my baby stay”
Richie finished and looked at Eddie. He could see that Richie’s eyes were bright with tears.
“So anyway, that’s it.” Richie cleared his throat. “I guess that’s it. I’ll go now.”
Richie started to stand and Eddie grabbed him, pulling him back to the roof. “You can’t fucking sing me that then leave! You fucking asshole!” He hissed as he hit Richie. 
“Fuck you! That hurt.”  Richie said as he rubbed his shoulder.
“Fuck you for confessing your feelings then trying to leave!” 
“Well I didn’t know how you’d react!” Richie said, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t fucking know how you feel or-”
Eddie stopped Richie’s ramble by leaning over and kissing him. He couldn’t get very close since the guitar was in the way but it got the point across.
“I love you too you asshole.” Eddie told him as he drew back. He was silently grateful that it was dark out, he knew his face was bright red.
“Really?” Richie’s eyes were comically wide and Eddie chuckled.
“Of course. You knew that.” Suddenly Eddie was shy again. His confession hung in the air, suspended between them.
“I hoped. I yearned but I didn’t know Eds.” Richie took his guitar off, carefully placing it behind him. Then he leaned in, placing a hand on Eddie’s cheek.  “Believe me if I had I wouldn’t have waited until now.” 
“I’m leaving.” Eddie said. As if they didn’t know. As if that wasn’t the spark for all of this.
“I’ll write you every day. We can call each other. I’ve heard phone sex is great.” 
Eddie scoffed, hitting Richie lightly. Then he raised his eyes to meet Richie’s. “What if it’s like when Bev left?” He’d been too afraid to say it, to acknowledge that it could happen to him. Bev never wrote, never came back. When the boys called her she sounded confused, like she couldn’t remember them.
The thought of that happening to him terrified him. It had hung over the party, no one saying it but all of them clearly thinking it. Eddie had promised he’d call, given them his new address, but he didn’t know if it would matter.
“It wouldn’t be.” Richie replied firmly. “She wasn’t here for as long and she wasn’t with us for years, like you.” It was obvious that Richie had thought about this too.
“Yea, you assholes are burned into my memory.” Eddie replied. 
“Exactly.” Richie smiled then leaned in. “You won’t forget us Eds. I know it.”
“I love you.” He said it again because he had to. Because the words had been held inside him for so long, waiting to spill out and now he couldn’t hold them back even if he wanted.
And, because despite Richie’s confidence, he wasn’t sure that he’d remember them. He stared desperately at the other boy, trying to memorize every freckle, every color in his eye. He tried to burn it into his memory, hoping that when he closed his eyes at night it would be Richie’s face that he saw.
“I love you too.” Richie leaned him and kissed him again, slowly, like they had all the time in the world.
They stayed out there for hours, kissing and talking about all the dumb things they’d done in the name of love. Eventually Eddie was yawning and Richie insisted they go inside.
“Stay with me?” Eddie asked as they crawled through his window. “Just to sleep.”
Again, there was no joke from Richie. Just a careful smile and an, “Of course.”
They curled up next to each other and Eddie refused to believe that this was the first and last time he’d get to do this. Whatever they had it was stronger than Derry.
When he woke up Richie was gone. There was a note on his dresser explaining that he was worried about Sonia flipping out. Under it were the song lyrics, Richie’s love note to him. Eddie tucked them into his fanny pack as he got ready.
The car trip was long and by North Carolina he was bored stiff. He decided to go through his fanny pack, tossing out old gum wrappers and other trash. He found a hand written note from someone named Richie. Something scratched on his brain, the name was familiar but he couldn’t place it, couldn’t think why this paper was important.
He added it to his small trash pile.
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gaystuartlittle · 4 years
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Heeeeeeeyy, I love your college reddie fic and I read all of it today, and I wanted to ask how often r u posting the chapters???
i am like obsessed with writing so i tend to post every other day (sometimes more frequently) but ive recently been getting my ass kicked with work (i had two papers due this weekend what a tragedy) but hopefully i am able to pick the pace back up because i love writing it! thank u for reading!!! also i hope this makes sense lol
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moonlightrichie · 4 years
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Babe, I'm shocked because I'm not in your taglist sooo can you please add to your perma taglist???
Oh yes of course !! I'll add you right away ♡
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sarah-snook · 4 years
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@willelbyers logan is such a gem and i love he!!! he’s a good writer and he has such great content and takes. follow this gem for stranger things and other content :’))))
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sandcrdriesens · 5 years
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YOU'RE GORGEOUS!!! I'M COMPLETELY SURE ABOUT THAT!!! YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND!!! Pls, you're so perfect, you gotta believe it 💕💕💕
ahhhh i am NOT but thank you so so much !!! :D sendin much love your way !! 🥺✨🧚‍♀️
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stanleyurris · 4 years
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You should show the poems though, not everything is perfect at the first time
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i will later!!
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