#rip Stan and Eddie

[bear-bone-berries]

the worst timeline is one where robin isn’t a lesbian and people reuse reddie to ship her and eddie

#reddie #st4 #steddie #rip Stan and Eddie #eddie Munson #robin buckley #stranger things #stranger things 4 #maya hawke #joseph quinn #it #it2 #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier

[dalitheog]

remember when steddie was a stan x eddie ship? (IT) now people are using it for steve and eddie (stranger things) y’all are just jinxing that steve is gonna die next season and im not wit it💀

#stranger things season four #steve harrington #stanley uris #eddie kaspbrak #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie #rip eddie #rip stanley #stan the man #steve the hair harrington #eddie spaghetti #it chapter one #it chapter two

[mlchaelwheeler]

Jargyle > Steddie

Stan Uris x Eddie Kaspbrak > Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

send me a hot take!

#say no more <3 #no but fr jargyle are each other's best friends!!!!! #meanwhile st*ddie has said what. like 3 sentences to each other ? #like be real #also ngl i haven't thought much about the ships from it that aren't reddie (rip lol) but stan and eddie would be very cute!! adorable <3 #ask sarah

[eddieregretti]

can yall get ur byler shit out of the it tags. i know yall are emo but is it not enough that stranger things already took steddie from the it fandom

#rip stan and eddie u had a good run #not mad about it tbh steve and eddie is the superior steddie

[m1kedefendr]

someone who just enjoys something on surface level: ooo i’m gonna join a fandom!

fandom: is cringe, fanon ships more popular than canon ships, everyone is head canoning the characters as gay, analyzing everything about this certain thing/show/music, and honestly just being a completely normal fandom

someone who just enjoys something on surface level: oh my god this is so cringey you people are delusional. i cannot even believe you guys you know so and so will never end up together right? you’re so stupid. why cant you just enjoy this piece of media?!

like bro we are enjoying it..? this is how we enjoy it… you can go back to casually liking this media while we stay “cringey” 🙄

#stop joining fandoms when you don’t know what the fuck fandom is #stranger things fandom #YALL SPECIFICALLY #PEOPLE JUMPED IN THIS FANDOM THEN CLAIMED THE ‘NEW FANS’ WERE THE CRINGE ONES?? BRO WE DID THE EXACT SAME SHIT WITH ALEXEI LAST SEASON #LIKE HOW R PEOPLE HATING THE EDDIE STANS WHEN WE DID THE SAME W ALEXEI? #WE’VE ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS #SOMETIMES THIS FANDOM MAKES ME WANNA RIP MY HEAD OFF #BUT FOR THE OPPOSITE REASONS AS TO WHY OTHERS THINK THAT #FANDOM IS CRINGE!!! #THATS THE POINT! #ITS FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE O B S E S S E D #PEOPLE WITH HYPERFIXATIONS AND SPECIAL INTERESTS!! #THIS IS WHY FANDOM WAS CREATED BC GENERAL ENJOYERS SHAT ON PEOPLE WHO WERE TOO INTO IT #LIKE JFC

[hjonky]

Just heard Running up that hill on a twitch stream and started crying…. I am

wrecked

#stranger things 4 #stranger things #FUCK #crying shitting tears #JFHEIRHRJRW #but hey Steve didn’t die so I will survive #rip Eddie stans we really will be missed #he was such a good character and I am pretty disappointed he got offed.

[corroded-hellfire]

Requests pre-Eliza? Of course we have 😅 I don't know about y'all but we need bff Jess to come back! I mean hello? Best friend, where are you? As personal experience, I have known my girl for over a decade now and we share pretty much and I we shop together, not as much as we'd like but we do, and we often give advice (more like buy it now or throw away whatever that is) and that is also about lingerie or sexy underwear, we do enjoy to surprise our men and also feel a lil sexy with ourselves and with what we wear ❤️‍🔥👯‍♀️

We love Jess, we stan Jess. And it’s only fitting that this story about best friends was written with my best friend @munson-blurbs 💚

Warnings: mentions of smut

Words: 2.1k

[As You Wish masterlist]

The two of you have only been in the lingerie shop for seven minutes and you already have a black baby doll top with matching panties in your arm and Jess has a fire engine red bra and panty set. One of the crappier parts about growing up is not getting to see friends as often as you did before, or as you’d like to. It’s been far too long since just you and Jess spent time together, so when the idea of shopping for some post-wedding lingerie popped into your head, the perfect partner-in-crime came to mind. 

A rack just past the clearance section catches your eye and you stroll over to pick up a white bustier.

“White? You sure about that?” 

You turn around to see Jess raising an eyebrow at you. “There was nothing virginal about those sounds coming from your room when he stayed over.”

You tuck your lips into your mouth to stifle a pained smile, knowing that she’s right. Your brain is flooded with memories of waking up to Eddie’s head between your thighs, nose nudging at your clit while his tongue fucked into you. Or the nights that started and ended with him deep inside you, fingers gripping your hips like you’d slip away if he didn’t hold on tight. The two of you tried to be quiet–or at least had the intention of doing so–but after a few orgasms, volume control was the least of your concerns.

Unable to refute your friend since you know she’s right, you stick your tongue out at her and bump your hip into hers. A red bra on the clearance shelf is the closest thing to you so you grab it and toss it at Jess’s face.

“Here, have more red, since you’re the devil. Oh no, wait.” A pair of black panties is one shelf lower, so you toss those at her next. “Black to match your soul.”

The brunette laughs and bats the garments away, putting them back where they belong.

“Just let me know if you see anything crotchless because I—”

“Ripped the last pair with Kyle, yes, I know,” you lament. “I don’t need to hear that story again.”

“Spoilsport,” Jess mumbles, turning to stroll down another aisle of slips and robes. “Seems unfair with how much we’ve talked about your sex life.”

“First of all, you ask,” you point out, walking past her and over to a rack of lace corsets. “Second of all, we talk about your sex life plenty. When you were with Paul, or Annie, or Josh. But I’ve heard the Kyle story way too many times.”

The scraping of metal hangers as you look through the corsets isn’t loud enough to drown out Jess’s overdramatic sigh. She reaches behind you and lifts a hanger off with her index finger, presenting you with a white lace teddy.

“Here. Eddie will lose his mind.” She shrugs. “Not that he doesn’t already do that when you’re in anything. Or nothing.”

Heat rises in your cheeks, despite knowing she’s right. You accept the garment from her and look it over—it’s exactly what you were looking for.

“It’s perfect,” you tell her. “Just have to find matching garter and stockings now.”

As you turn your head to scan for the items, a plum-colored chemise catches your eye. 

“Ooh, Jess!” You grab her hand in your free one and tug her in that direction. “This color would look perfect on you.”

You pick it up and hold it against Jess’s lithe body, the reddish-purple complimenting Jess’s brown skin perfectly.

“I do look good in this shade, don’t I?” Jess asks, looking down at herself.

“Any shade, really,” you say. It’s one thing you’ve always been envious of your friend for.

Jess bats her eyelashes at the compliment and takes the chemise from you to look it over again. She shuffles the red bra and panty set she already has in her arms and drapes the chemise over them. Patting the silky material, her head snaps up and she gives you an eager smile.

“Okay, idea,” Jess says. “You go to pick out something for me, I’ll go pick out something for you, then we go try everything on.”

The two of you used to do this back when you were in college with dresses and cute outfits when there was a party or special event coming up. A beloved tradition between best friends.

“Deal,” you agree. “I’ll begin my search as soon as I locate my garter and stockings.”

Both of you are fairly quick in your searches and you meet up in front of the dressing rooms fifteen minutes later. Though, “dressing rooms” may be too generous of a term. In reality, they’re only large booths sectioned off by swaths of dark raspberry velvet curtains. 

Jess hands you a royal blue corset that has thin strips of fabrics laced over a cutout that exposes your belly button, and the matching panties. The color is gorgeous, and the material is surprisingly soft for something that’s meant to crush your ribs. In return, you deliver the classic black romper you have chosen for her. 

First up in the fashion show, Jess tries on her red bra and panties, and you slip into the sheer black baby doll top and panties you’d nabbed as soon as you’d walked into the shop. Once it’s situated on your body to your satisfaction, you push the heavy velvet curtain out of the way and pad into the common area where you’re met by an excited Jess.

“Oh, girl!” she squeals as you do a twirl, flaring out the panels of the top. “That one better be for the honeymoon too.”

With a sigh far too dramatic for the moment, you look down at yourself in the garment. As soon as you put it on all you wanted was to show it off to Eddie. The moment you stepped into the store all you could think about was how Eddie would react to how you would look and what he would do to you while you were wearing some of these pieces. 

“All of them have to wait for the honeymoon?” you pout. “I don’t think I can wait that long.”

“It’s less than a month away.”

“But still.”

“Oh, do what you want,” Jess says, waving a dismissive hand, as if she were dealing with a pouting child. She turns to go back towards her dressing room, but you call out for her to wait and your eyes scan over her in the crimson pieces.

“Jess, if it weren’t illegal, I’d say you should just wear that everywhere,” you say. “Like…wow.”

“Why thank you,” Jess says, dropping into a curtsy that makes you laugh. “Next, try on what we picked for one another.”

You give her a quick salute and the two of you disappear back into your respective booths. A few mumbled curses come from your side of the curtain as you change into the corset, the damn thing harder to get on than it looks. Once you both emerge, your jaw drops as you stare at your friend.

“Jess, please let me pick out everything you wear from here on out. You look hot.”

Jess turns around, looking at herself from all angles in the tailor’s mirror tucked away in the corner.

“Love that it’s not skintight and I’m still sexy as hell.”

“Teach me your ways.”

Slowly, Jess turns to you with raised eyebrows.

“Ma’am.” She grabs your hand and tugs you in front of the intricate golden mirror. “Look at you. Look at these.” She runs her hand, palm up, beneath your boobs, as if presenting them. “You wear this and Eddie isn’t going to let you go until he physically drops.”

You giggle and cover your face with your hands just at the thought. Maybe on this honeymoon you’d see how far you could push Eddie before you wear him out.

Jess smacks your ass and backs up so you can look at yourself on the mirror on your own.

“God really said let’s make the sexiest bitches in the world be best friends,” she says. 

You take a look at yourself in the mirror, spinning to see every angle of yourself. You’re not sure what it is, but you find yourself genuinely admiring how you look. You could probably count on one hand the number of times that’s happened in your life. Whether it’s growing older, having such a supportive best friend, a fiancé who adores you, or a bit of everything in your life, you feel like maybe your happiness is radiating from the inside out.

“I do look good,” you admit to yourself.

“Hell yes,” Jess agrees. 

“Okay, okay,” you say, walking away from the mirror. “Last sets.”

It’s much easier to slip into your last pieces of lingerie so you step out of your dressing room before Jess.

“God, this feels so good against my skin,” Jess says as she comes out of her dressing room. She runs her hands down her body, the silky material cool and flowing like water down to mid-thigh. Her head lifts from admiring her own body and once she gets a look at you in your garments, she lets out a gasp and covers her mouth. Confusion wrinkles your brow, but you really get concerned when you see silver tears lining her eyes.

“What?” you ask, hands feeling all over your body as if you’d find a knife sticking out of you or something equivalent.

“Oh my God,” Jess says, arms dropping. “You…you’re glowing. How? In your wedding lingerie, you’re glowing.”

Even though your body relaxes, your face heats up as a shy smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.

“It feels different than the last two,” you say, adjusting the garter near your right hip.

“In a good way?” Jess asks.

“Yeah. But not like…physically. I don’t know.”

“Look at yourself,” Jess urges, nodding towards the mirror.

You take the few steps over and a small, airy giggle bursts out of you when you see yourself.

“I look like a sexy angel or something,” you say.

“Because you are.” There’s no teasing or biting wit in Jess’s voice; she’s completely sincere and her words are heartfelt.

New emotion bubbles up within you and you turn around to pull your friend into a tight embrace.

“I love you so much,” you say.

“Love you to the moon and back, babe.”

When you walk through the door of your apartment, Eddie hops off the couch and comes over to greet you. Before he can get too close, you put the bags behind your back. Your fiancé gives you a kiss before raising his eyebrows at you.

“Whatcha got?”

“You know exactly what I went shopping for, Mister,” you say, nudging his chest with your shoulder. “And you know you’re not allowed to see. So kindly step aside so I can hide these bags from you.”

Eddie lets out a high-pitched whine but steps to the side. He does follow you as you walk into the bedroom though.

“Did you have fun?” he asks.

“I did,” you say as you shove the bags into the back of your closet. “It was nice to have some girl time. The two of us don’t get to spend as much time together anymore.”

“I’m glad you had a good time.” Eddie leans against the doorway between your shared room and the hallway. When you get your closet door securely closed behind you, you traipse over and slip your arms around his neck.

“Where are the boys?” you ask.

“Nancy and Holly took them to the movies with Natalie and Theo,” he tells you.

“How long ago did they pick them up?”

A smirk grows on Eddie’s face.

“‘Bout twenty minutes ago. Why? You got something in mind?”

“I was just trying on lingerie for an hour and wondering what you’d do to me in it,” you say, trailing your hand down to his chest. You grab the front of his t-shirt, your fingers twisting in the material. Your fiancé’s eyes widen, a grin practically splitting his face in two. A small twitch from beneath his sweatpants immediately draws your attention as his length hardens at your mere touch.

“Yeah, I got something on my mind,” you continue, teeth grazing his neck. “And I think you do, too.”

Before Eddie can even open his mouth, you yank him towards you and walk the two of you back to the bed. 

#eddie munson #Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fic #dad!eddie #eddie munson imagine #AYW #AYWS #request

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: mention of one slur, (that is reclaimable don't come for me twitter), homophobia, death, etc

↳ song: american pie—don mclean

masterlist!

• Compared to the old giants that were London and Rome, Derry was an infant in terms of age

• But it didn't feel that way. The whole town had this sort of tint to it, like the stain of coffee on white paper—or the quality of an old polaroid that had been stuffed away and forgotten

• You had lived there most of your life. Gone to Derry Elementary, Derry Middle, would go on to attend Derry High, and would probably travel on to the closest college you could find to the area—unless something drastically changed that, of course

• It was almost like the whole place had a grip on its residents. And it wasn't like the comforting grip of your mother's hand as she led you through the grocery store. It was a harsher one. A cold and clamy grip, holding you tightly in place until you rotted away working a minimum wage job with no future in sight

• So thank god you had stumbled across the losers in your last year of middle school and changed just about everything

• It had been the last week of school when you had stupidly picked a fight with the biggest knothead in school and his gang of pimple faced idiots, figuring that if you were going to die anyway, might as well do it young

• Your school books had gone sprawling across the freshly waxed school hallway one fateful afternoon in May, the disaster courtesy of Derrys biggest doucuebag Henry Bowers

• In fact, you had told him he was such a thing to his face, which would be the reason you were currently being subjected to the pleasure of watching as Henry and his goons ripped up all of your school papers in front of everyone

• Math homework, eat your heart out

• You didn't, however, expect a stuttering voice to speak up from your left not long after watching the science paper you had worked so hard on get ripped to shreds

• "Guh-guh-guh-get fu-fucked Bowers!" A lanky kid spat out from your left, drawing most people's attention over to his blazing brown eyes instead of Henry's ugly mud colored ones

• You recognized your knight in shining armor, so to speak, as the infamous stuttering Bill Denbrough. He wasn't an unfamiliar face to you—in fact, you were pretty sure the two of you had homeroom together. But until that moment you'd never given him a second thought beyond asking to borrow a pencil

• Bill wasn't alone, either. Three more kids stood idly behind him, each one looking more anxious than the last. You'd later learn all their names to be Stan, Eddie, and Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier—the man of a hundered voices as he'd introduce himself. But right then, they were just more people to add to this already overcrowded shitshow

• "Muh-my buh-buh-bad Billy." Henry mocked Bill's stutter poorly, crossing his eyes crudely while he did it. "Duh-did I mess with one of yuh-your fag fruh-fruh-fruh-friends?"

• The shrill chorus of giggles that his friends let out at his words were like nails on a chalkboard to you

• "Takes one to know one." Richie had mummbled under his breath sourly, pushing the thick glasses he wore up his nose anxiously. The only people who heard him couldn't help but break up into a fit of sudden giggles—who of which just so happened to be you and Bill

• Both of you were found sporting black eyes the next day

• Ever since that odd school day, you had found yourself spending more and more time with each of them

• Riding bikes with Bill in his street as you got left in the dust by him and Silver, listening as Eddie rambled on nervously about all of the weird sicknesses he had gotten, furiously smashing buttons on arcade games in an attempt to beat Richie at least once, helping Stan organize all of his comics by color and alphabetical order—all became a part of your summer routine

• You quickly became a part of the losers club. Another peice to the odd puzzle you all made together. And you'd be lying if you didn't say it felt damn good

• It was only after Ben and the others showed up that things began to get both better and worse

• For starters, you had begun to see red balloons and dead kids everywhere—a detail that would later become a much bigger issue

• But you also found yourself making three entire new friends, which including Stan, Eddie, Richie and Bill, was the most you'd ever had

• Hot summer evenings down in the barrens and, eventually, the clubhouse now had a new sense of comradery to it

• You enjoyed talking with Beverly about certain book series the both of you kept up with and what songs she could play on the piano. Asking Mike about all the adventures he had gone on after hard days of farm work became a highlight of your Saturdays. Pouring over books in the library with Ben quickly became one of your favorite activities, the two of you sharing recommendations with each other. Even the librarian eventually got old of the two of you whispering excitedly to each other about story lines and character development

• Occasionally Bill or Richie would bring another kid down to the barrens to play with. It would be fun, but you all were thinking the same thing throught it all—that they were not a part of the club. That title was reserved for only the eight of you. And it would stay that way

• Together, all of you would eventually have to beat a common enemy together, sacrificing parts of yourself with it. But for now, you were content to watch as sticky syrup from popsicle sticks dripped down into your hands while you all walked to the movies, laughing about god knows what, feeling like nothing else in the world mattered but each other

#im gay i can say fag dont fight me #it #it 2017 #it 2017 x reader #it x reader #bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak x reader #stanley uris #stanley uris x reader #mike hanlon #mike hanlon x reader #ben hanscom #ben hanscom x reader #beverly marsh #beverly marsh x reader #the losers club #the losers club x reader #x reader #headcanons

[mysticmunson]

late bloomer, part 3

eddie munson x reader

prompt: eddie befriends a cheerleader who’s a bit of a ’ late bloomer’ (part one, part two)

warning: mentions of underage drinking (eddie is 20, the reader is 19), cursing, smut (18+), a bit angsty, mentions of food, submission (let me know if i miss anything)

word count: 4.8k

authors note: today has been rough for eddie stan's but we persist nonetheless. (i started this part before i watched vol 2) while this began as a one-shot, your guy's feedback and love have kept me going. thank you for all your support on my posts and here is part three :) feedback is always appreciated and my requests are open!

While you hadn’t officially announced to everyone that you and Eddie were together, it was fairly apparent. When walking into school, you held hands, but didn’t speak much to others. Both of your respective friend groups were becoming adjusted to this change while the two of you tried to get to know each other better. At school, you would chat during lunch, but usually ended up at your separate tables, for no reason other than getting involved with cheer talk or his Hellfire campaign. During the week, you often had practice and studying, so most of your time together was on the weekends. He would show you different songs on guitar, laughing at how your long nails would mess up the cords.

“I’m not cutting my nails!” You gasped, holding your hands close to your chest as you stood up from his lap. He shrugged, setting his prize possession to the side, putting his hands behind his head and exhaling dramatically. “How will you ever become a rockstar, babe, if you can’t play the cords!” 

“When you decide to wear a cheer skirt and dance, I’ll cut my nails and be as good as Debbie Harry.” You teased, leaning against his dresser, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He winked. Eddie could make you laugh at anything, you used to think it was due to nerves, but as you grew closer, you knew that wasn’t the case.

He even started spending the night, sometimes going to his place where he discovered your fixation on his hair. You would practically beg to brush his hair after being freshly cleaned, finding it pretty cute, he typically indulged and let your delicate hands rummage through. When you would offer for him to brush yours, he did love the way yours smelled like coconuts, he declined out of fear of pulling too hard. “Eds, I’ve had my hair teased to heaven, hairsprayed and then bobby pinned down for security. Your brush won’t rip my hair out.”

Besides Chrissy and Anne, the rest of the squad had no idea until you told them, their faces twisting in confusion while getting dressed for practice. “So does he, like, worship the devil?” Rachel whispered, as if no one could hear her when everyone wanted to know, you shook your head and explained how caring he was, how he was a total nerd who didn’t even like to kill roaches. “He’s also good in the sack!” Anne chimed in, mouth full of a protein bar as you elbowed her ribs, “Ow!”

You faced mild scrutiny from the basketball boys, they decided it was their duty to ‘protect’ you when they were the same ones who made fun of you in the early years of middle school, before you hit puberty and got boobs. “Listen, we know what kind of guy he is, he’s just trying to get with a cheerleader and hex her for power.” Liam said, the other boys nodding in agreement at the lunch table. While the girls sat on one end, the boys usually kept to themselves on the other, but they had a talent of imposing on situations where they didn’t belong. Despite Lucas interjecting that they should just let you be, they persisted, but you thanked him nonetheless. 

While you didn’t try obsessing over people’s opinions on your relationship, you still went to each other's house every weekend, sometimes during the week if you had time. The sex had become more intense, boardering making love at points when he would make you feel like the only woman who had been touched properly, like no one could ever make you feel this good. Only his hands could graze your skin carefully with intensity, like you could break, but he couldn’t help indulging in you. He knew he was falling for you and that terrified him. 

You weren’t sure how the argument started. You were over at Eddie’s trailer after his uncle left for work, going over homework and talking about your week. The topic of his campaign came up, figuring out when the boys were gonna come over after school besides their usual Fridays at school. He said they would do it on the weekends for a few weeks, either meeting at the trailer or Dustin’s, and you simply asked when you would have time to see each other in between with your busy cheer schedule.

“I wasn’t trying to instigate you, Eds, I just don’t get to see you much during the week-” You sighed, pulling your knees to your chest on his bedroom floor, staring at your socks that had little kittens on them. He let out an agitated noise, scribbling some lyrics down on his notebook as he fiddled with his guitar. 

“Well maybe you should find time for me sometimes?” He quipped, not looking at you, sat parallel to him, only he was up on the bed. Your stomach dropped at this question as you had been trying, but you couldn’t help your cheer schedule and how much homework you had. Your parents went out of town a lot for work, a sore subject he learned not to press too much at, but on weeks when they were gone, you would sneak him in. 

“Don’t think I don’t try, please? I know cheer takes up a lot of time, but-” You replied, before a sarcastic laugh left his mouth, just leaving you more confused. You weren’t sure what was going on, he wouldn’t even let you finish a thought, you couldn’t even question him. “So you can care about things that are important to you, but when it comes to me, it’s different.” He sharply said, making you unfold your legs, hoping he would look your way at your open physique.

“No! That’s not what I’m saying, I’ve even been trying to learn DnD for you-” Again, you were cut short by his quick mouth, hiding behind his mop of hair, “You make sacrifices, you want a lot of things, I get it. My stuff isn’t as interesting as yours is, don’t hurt yourself.” He mumbled, clearly irritated at your presence, but the words stung, hard. Letting the silence hang, you breathed deeply before standing up and grabbing your backpack. 

“I’m just gonna walk home, call me when you want to talk.” Turning on your heels, leaving with no objection. The first few minutes you spent pondering if you had said something to upset him, if you had forgotten an important date, but nothing came to mind. Things became even more complicated when the walk to your house had a detour due to road construction, adding an extra mile on top of the original two. The cherry on top at half a mile? Rain. Pouring rain that fell like a wall cascading over you, trying to hide under a tree that was missing leaves, completely soaking you. The tears that began to fall felt futile with the rain, making them blend together. 

You felt 10 inches tall, walking with your arms glued to your chest, shivering at the cool weather. Your makeup began to run, making your vision even worse, but you kept going. You had two miles left and all you wanted to do was crawl into a hole. Thunder began crashing, a scream leaving your lips in frustration, “Fuck!” You thought all hope was lost, that you were taking a bath in your own soaked clothes, until a voice came from behind. 

“Hey! Need a ride?” Nancy asked, pulling up beside you with her window cracked, you couldn’t help the grateful smile that appeared on your face. You warned her of your drenched clothes, but she shrugged, leaning over to pop open the door. “Shit, Nance, you’re the best. Thank you.” She gave you a sweet smile, driving off, “Is it cool if we stop at my place first? Steve is meeting me there, I still have some clothes of yours left there.” You agreed, but questioned why he was there.

“We’re still friends, I’m still with Jonathan. Steve and Robin had to take Dustin and Mike home from the Family Video store since those dipshits also got stuck in the rain.” She laughed, joining in at the thought of Steve Harrington playing babysitter to kids you knew since diapers. You had been friends with Steve in high school as he had been on the basketball team, he was always a nice guy. She had mentioned Eddie, but you left it at “We’re good.” Not really feeling a need to completely fill her in just yet, in the midst of an argument. When you pulled up to her house, ushering up to her bathroom. 

“Hold tight, I’ll grab some clothes for you, you can go ahead and get in the shower though.” She said lovingly, knowing deep down this had to have been a bad scenario for you to have been walking in the rain. You nodded, stripping and stepping into the hot water. Sandbox friendships had a certain understanding to them, you may have not spoken to Nancy daily, but if it came down to it, you were there for each other. You remembered the time Steve accidentally spilled punch all over her at a party a few years ago, somehow leading to their break up, and saw her storming out. 

“Nancy is everything ok-” The words fell short at her clearly drunk and crying face. Pulling her into your chest despite the stench of alcohol covering her, you consoled her and brought her to your house. You did the same thing she did tonight, got her in the shower while you fetched some warm clothes, almost as if you expected this from one another. Giving a call to Mrs. Wheeler to say she had passed out at your house and was spending the night, you stayed up talking and eating chips, shit talking every guy in Hawkins with a laugh.

You heard the door open as Nancy dropped your clothes on the white countertops, exchanging them for your soaked ones as you thanked her. You rinsed off any left over soap, opting to get out before you cried even more. The dread filled your brain, did Eddie even realize it had begun storming? Did he even look for you? He probably fell asleep and will wake up when it’s done, wondering why you didn’t even attempt to call him. You exited the bathroom, wearing shorts and an old summer camp shirt from middle school. You smiled at the fact you knew Nancy had a matching one somewhere deep in her closet. You walked to the living room to find her, Robin, Steve, Mike, and Dustin as they watched a movie Steve probably snagged from work.

“You look like a wet dog.” Mike said, earning a smack on the back of his head from you before sitting beside Robin. You didn’t know Robin as well, only being in one or two classes together, but you gave her a warm smile before directing your attention to the anonymous movie. Steve went on a long tangent about how the flick wasn’t realistic, how he could tell there were wires holding a man up as he began to ‘fly’. 

The six of you continued watching until it was finished, eventually laughing at how crappy it was. Robin popped out the tape, putting it in the sleeve and into her bag, “That may just be the worst thing I’ve ever seen and one time I walked in on Steve talking to his hair.”

“It was having a bad day!” He exclaimed, like that made it any better. You laughed, ruffling his hair from across the couch, trying to bite your hand. After talking about random things for a few minutes, from the weather to the movie to even school, Nancy offered to take you home. “Are you guys hungry? I am, we should go get food.” Robin suggested, Mike and Dustin had gone off to his room, leaving only the older kids. You agreed, not wanting to reach the reality of the situation at hand yet, plus nothing soothed the soul like food. 

You piled in the car, sitting in the front seat as Nancy drove, Robin and Steve arguing about where we should go. Eventually settling on pizza, you went to a local place where the men came straight from Florence, Italy. The pizza was heavenly, none of you being able to say much since you shoved food in every second. It felt nice to be in their company, especially since Steve and Nancy had graduated and Robin didn’t engage in extracurriculars like you did. You thought about what Eddie said, despite his rude approach, maybe cheer was consuming your time. In a few days, you would have tryouts for football season, and you had already been debating not rejoining. It was nice to not talk about school related things with people.

“How's Eddie?” Robin asked, taking a bite of the greasy pizza and wiping her hands with napkins. Your face dropped for a brief moment, taking a sip of your Coke, “Uh we’re good, getting adjusted, but good.” Thankfully the conversation derailed to Steve's failing love life, joking about Tammy from sophomore year who had a failed singing career. After you all finished, you asked Nancy to take you home which was close by. 

“Should I get changed and come back with the clothes?” You asked, stepping out of the car, popping open your umbrella. “Don’t worry about it, it's your clothes anyways, I’ll see you soon.” She grinned as the others waved from the back seat, watching as both of them tried lunging for the front with Robin eventually succeeding. You chuckled, running towards your front door, and dropping the covering at the porch. You reached in your bag for your keys, fiddling with the various gum wrappers and lip gloss tubes until you heard the jingle.

You opened the door, Luna strutting at your feet with a meow as you cooed, giving her a quick pet. As you shut the door, the memories of a few hours ago returned swiftly, wondering if you should call Eddie or give him space. As you reached your bedroom, you didn’t have time to contemplate as he was pacing around, fingers fiddling with his bottom lip.

“Oh shit!” You screeched, grabbing a pocket knife from your purse as his hands raised, mildly intimidated and surprised by the weapon kept in your purse. You put it back when you realized who it was, sighing and rubbing your face. 

“Oh fuck, babe, I’m so sorry. I started driving around when you left and I checked your usual route, but it was closed. Then it started raining, shit, I’m so sorry.” He confessed, pulling you into a hug in his chest where you couldn’t help melting into. His arms reminded you of safety and, no matter if you were mad at him, you couldn’t be for long. 

“You were mean, Eddie. I was so cold and wet and the only reason I’m not right now is because Nancy saw me walking home.” You mumbled into his shoulder, his heart dropping and holding you tighter. “I know, I was just being a dick. I know you try to balance school and cheer and taking care of your house. I just feel like sometimes what I do isn’t as important as what you do. Which isn’t an excuse! I just, gah, I don’t know!” He exasperated, clearly trying to find a way to explain himself, but you pulled away as his doe eyes watched.

“Eddie, what you do is really important to me, I try figuring out what you’re into and what you like. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.” He nodded, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, “I know my schedule is busy, but I don’t want you to think I’m not trying. This is still really new to me and I worry about everything! I want to be good for you, Eds! I know being a cheerleader has a reputation, especially when the guys we cheer for are Jason, but it’s more than that. I’m more than that Eddie! I’m not even doing cheer after this season so I can work on myself, on us, on anything I think I should work on! I’m sorry if that makes me selfish, but I want this to work for us, I need this to work.”

He looked at you thoroughly, making sure you were finished to not cut you off as he did earlier. He was at a loss for words, having spent his whole life not having people supporting him to lead to this moment. Where the girl he was falling head over heels for would make it her mission to be with him despite him trying to push her away in fear.

“I’m sorry I was such a dick, you didn’t deserve it at all. You’re nothing, but kind, patient, and understanding, no matter what dumb shit I do. I was just nervous, I guess, no one’s actually tried to ‘get’ me. I’m not used to having people in my corner, I thought you would eventually get scared and dip and have the whole basketball team jump me in the parking lot.” He lightly joked at the end, but your face remained serious, “I don’t even know what to say, you’re the best, and I’m so sorry you had to walk in the rain too. Are you warm? Do you need a bath or my jacket or a blanket or-” You cut off his rambling by kissing him, hands going behind his neck as his met your hips. 

“I know you didn’t mean it, Eddie, but I also don’t have a great track record. My parents are never around either and I was bullied, like, all of elementary school. We can do this together, as cheesy as that sounds, I don’t want you to feel alone. I also would never send the basketball players after you, if anything I’d use the wrestlers, the captain has been trying to bang me since freshman year.” You laughed, a smile appearing till the last sentence when his eyes rolled. You stood there in silence for a moment, enjoying the peaceful moment, but Eddie’s skin was aching to touch you.

“I love you, like, a lot. Is that cool or?” He asked, making you laugh with a nod, “I love you, like, a lot too.” Mimicking him and his nervousness. Your lips meant one another’s again, a bit more heated due to the emotionally heightened day. What Eddie lacked with words was articulated with body language. Gripping your sides to sit you on his lap, trailing his hands to grab your ass, pulling you closer in the process. Soft grunts left his mouth when you both pulled for the occasional breath. He became louder when your lips went to his neck, leaving a trail of beautiful red blotches in its wake. 

While all apologies were accepted and done, you wanted him badly, to prove to him you were trying. When he laid back against your pillows, he watched as you scooted down to fiddle with his pants. His mind focused on the inevitable dick worshiping, but yours trailed to the handcuffs placed between his belt and jeans. 

“You know our safe word, right?” You asked innocently, pulling one strap from the loop as he looked at you with confusion. “Yeah, cinnamon.” He puffed, imagining what kind of position or deed you would beg from him. His hands that were placed at his navel, relaxed, were grasped swiftly by your delicate hand. You cuffed his hands and placed them above your head board, his eyes practically popping out. His breath caught in his chest before you returned to his waist, slowly opening his zipper. While he wasn’t used to this behavior from you, he was hard quickly, biting his lip, “Shit baby-“

“Don’t speak unless I say, okay?” You stated, cold, before going back to your task at hand, yanking off his jeans and boxers. You laid down between his bare legs, grabbing them and kissing up. “I love your thighs, have I ever said that?” You could see his cheeks get flushed, watching his face contort when you nip at his skin. You kissed around his cock, keeping eye contact to see his tough exterior crumble with each touch. He groaned, thrusting into the air for some more friction, but you bit down hard.

“Fuck!” He yelped, clenching his eyes when you lapped your tongue against the mark. You straddled his thighs, watching him twitch in front of you, a sadistic laugh erupting from your mouth. You pouted at the black shirt he still wore, grabbing the pocket knife from your bag on the floor, slicing open the shirt till you could throw it to the ground. You took the time to undress yourself, a soft grunt from the man beneath you when you took your bra off. You ran your hand up his tattooed chest, resting your index and middle finger against his mouth, pushing them in smoothly. His eyes stayed on yours when they departed to land on your clit, gasping as you placed pressure. 

“You are not coming unless I say so, do you understand? Is it okay that I don’t have a condom?” You questioned, lining him up to your entrance, making sure he nodded before finally sinking down. Eddie let out a soft whine as you made it halfway, taking a deep breath to gather yourself. It amazed you how no matter what mindset you were in, whenever you connected this intimately, you wanted him to take control. You shook the thought from your brain as you went all the way, an unintentional gasp slipping out before you could cover your mouth. You forced yourself to place your hands on his chest, stuttering your hips as you tried to gain rhythm.

Eddie’s eyes followed your moves, taking note of your usual cues. He was taken aback by your brass moves so far, enchanted by the way you manhandled him with ease. But he could tell you were beginning to fall. Your once abrupt boldness was simmering as you rocked against him, feeling overwhelmed by your own emotions and the comforting feeling of having him inside you. Your hands scrunched against his chest, tears falling down your cheek with a soft whimper. 

“Princess?” He whispered, your eyes clenching tighter in embarrassment from being on top of the world to submission in moments. You didn’t respond, curling in on yourself as his heart clenched. He knew you were trying, not wanting to back down, but he also knew he needed to take care of you. It had been an intense day for you both, he needed to bring you pleasure for his own form of closure between the sheets. “I know you can hear me, baby, I’m gonna take care of you, okay? I just need you to grab the keys for the handcuffs.” Slowly, your shaking hands inched towards the wooden chair near your bed where his pants were, grasping the keys from the pocket as he put his hands in front of you. A cry left your mouth as you tried to unlock it, but he cooed, “You’re okay, you’re okay. You got it.”

As the clank sounded, he grabbed you close to his chest to roll over, wiping your tears away as you avoided eye contact. He pulled out, laying against you, checking in to make sure you still wanted to continue and you agreed. He cradled your face for a minute, trying to bring you solace in your vulnerable state. As your breathing regulated, facial features relaxing, he pushed his tip inside. Your walls fluttered around him, making you sigh pleasantly. “Good girl.” He mumbled against the shell of your ear, thrusting gently till he bottomed out. 

“I’m sorry I can’t be what you want.” You murmured, finally looking at him with hands in his hair, “I-I wanted to be something you liked, you like edgy things and I wanted to be exciting for you. To do something you like, I don’t want you to get bored of me.”  You revealed demurely, chest heaving against his, hips stilling as you felt full. Tucking strands of hair behind your ear, he felt the weight of his own words sink again. He never wanted you to feel this way, never in a million years.

“You mean a lot to me, okay? I haven’t loved anyone the way I love you. The way you accidentally trip over my shoes when we hold hands because you stand too close, when you giggle and I literally believe I’m being transcended from Earth, you make me feel on top of the world.” He divulged, “You make me unbelievably happy by just being yourself, I never want you to do anything you don’t want to for me okay? Unless it’s listening to Iron Maiden because I promise just give them a fourth chance and you’ll love it!” You giggled, making him feel like he was in the presence of an angel, “I’ve never been this vulnerable before and that scares me, I didn’t want you to leave. And you never have to apologize to me for being honest.”

His final words made your heart flutter, smiling softly as he leaned your forehead against yours. 

“I love you, a lot, and I would give Iron Maiden a million chances for you. You make me so happy, Eds, I’m so happy when we spend time together. I feel like nothing can hurt me when I’m with you.” His eyes deepened at your words, moving himself inside you, “No one can hurt you when you're with me.” He moaned, fucking you intensely as you meweled, grabbing his shoulders. He grabbed one of your hands, lacing it in his, kissing it. The action alone made you clench and him snicker, “You’re so cute, sweet girl.” Your legs wrapped around his waist as he felt you grow closer. 

Placing your spare hand on your clit to stimulate your nerves to put you on the edge. The feeling of him inside you with no plastic had you practically feral, begging him repeatedly. He could barely contain himself as you somehow felt tighter than ever, your moans like a symphony. “C-can we come together, baby?” He mustered, breath becoming more rigid as you agreed and placing his lips on yours. When he felt you begin to squeeze, he let go with you, thinking he’s never come so much in his life. Your fronts pressed together as you both arched your backs in pleasure, immediately finding your lips again when you shuttered his name.

He coaxed his way out of your bed despite your pleas, grabbing a towel to clean you both up like normal. He watched as chills creeped up your body, the warm rag still being too much for your fragile state. Your eyes in a slight daze, watching him as he shot you a wink. You looked away coyly, covering yourself in the pink sheets you had for years. 

“You know, I usually like to give you my shirt afterwards, but, ya know.” He held up the torn up black shirt, making you choke on a laugh. He fell dramatically on the bed when you made grabby hands, face between your breasts and looking up at you. You laid together doing your usual pillow talk on what movie you had seen or what moves he had made in his campaign. You were glad that the tension from just a few hours ago was dissolved.

“You gotta tell me everything you do, capeesh? I want a front row seat to everything, even if I have to stare at Jason’s dumb face the whole time.” He huffed, rolling his eyes at the thought of the thumb head who ladies seemed to adore. He hated school events, especially during his third senior year, but he would do it just to see you smile.

“Don’t worry, babe, I don’t even like looking at him. I won’t have you succumb to the same fate.” You joked as he smirked, “I do want to be there for your Dungeons and Dragons campaigns because I still don’t understand what makes you the Dungeon Master.”

“Shit, you should start calling me Dungeon Master more often, maybe we can incorporate that in bed like you can be a girl I steal-” You cut him off by squishing his cheeks together, shaking his face until he yanked away and pinned you to the bed. “Whatever you say, Master.”

“Oh yeah, you’re definitely calling me that more often, princess.”

tagging those who have left lovely comments or wanted to be tagged, thank you my loves! have an amazing weekend! sending you all the most prayers, love, and good energy your way.

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[eddiediazismyhusband]

going on my falsettos/buddie shit for a second, but the song “What Would I Do” is soooooo buddie after one of them is in an accident and they don’t know if they’re gonna make it, like—

like im imagining eddie singing this to buck after the lightning strike when he was sobbing in that hospital room while Buck was in a coma

for any of my fellow musical theater stans that happen to also be in the 911 fandom i HIGHLY recommend the falsettos 2016 revival cast recording… it will rip your heart out, stomp on it, put it back in, rip it out again, and tear it to pieces (it also has tracie thoms playing a badass lesbian doctor so what other convincing do you need??)

#911 abc #buddie #eddie diaz #911 spoilers #evan buckley #911 #buddie 911 #buck and eddie #911 season 7 #evan buck buckely #falsettos 2016 #falsettos revival #falsettos #what would i do falsettos #bill finn and james lapine #bill finn #james lapine #musical theatre #broadway

[incorrect-losers]

Bill: Dude just because we rip on you for being homeschooled, doesn’t mean we don’t like you

Eddie: Yeah, we’re guys dude! We find something about all our friends to rip on

Eddie: We made fun of you for being homeschooled just like we make fun of Stan for being whimpy

Stan: They sure do

Bill: Yeah, like we rip on Eddie for being asthmatic

Eddie: Right. And Bill for having a stutter

Bill: Yeah I get it for that

Eddie: And Richie for being annoying

Richie: Uh huh

Eddie: And Richie for being blind

Richie: Yeah

Eddie: And Richie for being gay

Richie: Hey-

Eddie: And Richie for being a sadistic asshole

Richie: Ey! You did me already!

#youre one to talk eddie #losers club #it #it chapter 2 #it stephen king #the losers club #losers club incorrect quotes #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #stanley uris #mike hanlon #richie tozier #source: south park

[seecarrun]

Richie is pulled out of his mindless Twitter scrolling by a loud gasp and a huff, followed by loud, stomping footfalls down the hall.

“Bill fucking killed me!” Eddie cries, holding up Bill’s newest based-on-true-events-but-he’s-not-about-to-say-that-out-loud novel.

Richie, who hasn’t bothered to read the thing yet, because it is one thousand, one hundred, fifty two goddamn pages long, blinks up at him in surprise. “He did?”

“He did!” Eddie snaps, and all but throws the book to Richie, the offending page earmarked. “Pennywise rips my arm off and I fucking die! Of fucking blood-loss!”

Richie reads over the text, humming, grateful that Eddie was apparently too preoccupied with his own literary death to notice literary Richie’s telling reaction to it. What the fuck, Bill. “Damn. First Stan, now you. What did you guys do to piss him off so badly?”

“Hell if I know!” Eddie pouts, and grabs the book back from Richie with a huff. “I’m gonna go call Stan. This is ridiculous. We are his oldest friends.”

“Pretty sure I fall into that category too, and I don’t die, sooo…” Richie drawls with a chuckle.

Eddie flips him off. “There’s still time, Trashmouth. Somehow this goddamn book isn’t over yet,” he scoffs, then stomps back to his room to bitch to Stan, grumbling to himself the whole way.

Richie chuckles, and once he’s sure Eddie is occupied, takes out his phone to send a text of his own.

“Hey Bill,” he types. “‘He knew well enough’? The fuck, dude?!”

He hits send, and waits for a response.

#reddie #car’s fanfiction #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough #I love when the characters read It

[cowgirleddiediaz]

I really hope Tommy sticks around and that Buck gets to experience a good relationship, cuz let’s face it that man has never been in a good relationship before. I also really hate how the hardcore(?) buddie fans are. And how much hate the Bucktommy people get.

I used to not mind the possibility of Buddie, but lately I have found myself hoping that the writers don’t go down that path. It’s a cliche route to take and I personally don’t see how the writers can write that storyline and it not coming across as anything other than fan-service?

idk cliche is the right word to use, just because it would undeniably be a first, but i agree the longer they leave it at this point the more difficult it’d be and that buddie stans aren’t making it better. Tbh a big reason I’ve pivoted away from buddie is every other post being some batshit delulu bad faith reading made it a lot less fun for me.

I've seen some people argue that they need to spread buck and eddie’s respective coming out arcs to make it more palatable to the ga, but i don't see it personally. if their No1 concern was midwestern moms, then at least doing them concurently-ish rips the bandaid off, vs if they did make eddie gay/queer later on I can see a lot of, "wait, this shit again? didn't we just do this a season ago?" Although obviously I’m saying that with the benefit of knowing the general reaction to buck’s coming out seems to have been a net positive for the show.

#911 abc #bucktommy #911 discourse #evan buckley #tommy kinard #ask

[katztails]

declaring war

the losers find you

“richie?” you called out, the boy gave you a wink before exhaling and yelling out, “caw-caw!”

the rest of the losers come rushing up to the outside of the blue car.

belch had left the doors unlocked, making it easy to retake (name).

bill and beverly grab (name), while eddie and stan restrain patrick, henry, who wasn’t letting the newbie go, without a fight.

“bowers, let them go!” beverly commanded, before ripping you out of the outsider’s grisp with bill’s help. “retreat!”

you ran off with the rest of the losers making sure you were the first one to run, the others looking back, to see if there had been any man left behind.

thankfully, no one was, but on the other hand, bowers was absolutely pissed to see you getting taken away.

“belch, why the fuck didn’t you lock the goddamn doors?!” henry screamed.

“hey, don’t take it out on me, you were the one who decided that you were gonna hold them like that.” the chubby boy put his hands up in defense.

“i mean, they’re cute, who wouldn’t be distracted by it.” patrick said, looking up, spacing off. “maybe that’s why belch got distracted.”

“stop making excuses for him!” henry growls.

“i bet you’re just saying that because you’re pissed that they took sweet cheeks away from you just as you were about to—”

“that has nothing to do with it!” bowers snaps, he then opens the car door and stomps out. “pricks.”

with you and the losers

after running for about ten minutes, it feels okay to take a breather.

you looked behind you, seeing eddie rushing up to you and looking around for anything.

“did they try anything?” eddie asked, he looked up at you when he was finished, you shook your head, “are you sure?”

“y-yeah, i’m okay.” you assured.

“yeah, they fuckin’ did!” richie comes running up, “that motherfucker bowers almost kissed you.”

t̴͍̔͑ẖ̴̛̯̘͔̠͈̘̙͚́̋̊̀̊̔̚ͅḛ̷͈̜̊̉y̴̲͕̫̠̟͓̲̏̿̂͋̽̊̇͐’̷̡̨̠̭̳͙͚͊͋̂̌͐̈́̚l̵̛̛̺̝̄̅̋́̋̚͝͠l̶̛̞͕͙͓̪̳̭̅͒̀̑̔̓̀̅ ̶̡̗̝̖͙͖̲̝͑̐̅̽̽p̴̨̧̜̟̗̟̳̭͕̘̾̑̎́̉̌̾͌a̷̙͂͆̄͌̾́̚͘͝ỳ̴̺̓͊̅̀̿̿

“what?” stanley looked at you in shock, you looked down, “did he force himself on you?

“he said that he’d stop if i told him to, i-i was about to i swear.” you assured everyone.

“you don’t have to, (nickname).” beverly said, walking up to you, rubbing your back in assurance. “we should take you home.”

“but, i wanna—” you were about to speak before being interrupted by bill.

“no, i-i’m sor-sorry for making a de-decision f-for you, but yo-you need to l-lay low f-for a while.” bill said, looking at you in pity. “w-we’ll keep you situated a-and d-do thing f-for you.”

ẃ̸̗̜̮̂̀̀͆̊͛͌̓͝ẻ̶̖̳͓̫̣͇̆̒’̷͖̬̩̤̳͋̈́͐̀͗͛̕͠l̸͈̱͕͑̀͋͂̈̄̋̐̍͗l̴̢̗̼̹̳̰͚̱̻̗͊͂̔̃͛̏̉ ̸̧͇̹̫͎͐̏d̸̨̛͚̤̠̭̦͈͊̓̇̀͠͝o̵̦͙̤̭̗̓͑̊͝ ̵̢̟̩̭̥̲̜̃̉̓̒̌̀̓̆͝á̵͇̯̼̘̄͌̈́̆̓͆̄͘̕ṉ̵̨̨̼̗̲̪̦̹̎̀̈́̄̾ͅy̷̮̟̙̑̉̃t̵̪̪̘̙̜̞͔̲͉̆͆̽h̸͓̼͚͖͙̖͇̰͉̀̏̉̀͑̉͌ǐ̶̙̯͓͈̠͊͊͋̐̌̈̇̚͘ņ̵̛͎̯̘̹̫̪̭͕̤̾́̀̓̍̂̕g̶̢͈̳̯͙̝͚̒͗̌̏̕͜ͅ ̶̣̟̹̫̞̣̟̺̓̓̅f̴̢̩̦͊̈́́̄̚o̵̖̼͕̙͚̓̐̎̇́̕ŗ̵̢̠̳̲͎͌̍̈́̈́̒̾̑̇͘͘ͅͅ ̷̨͎̬̤̥͚̥̍͆̿̏̏̈́̀y̸̦̪͚̿̽̑͗͊͘͠o̴̡͙̞̳̗͍̹͊u̴̺͇̬͓̪̐̆͂̾͒̂͛̊͘

“i appreciate the offer, you guys, i really do, but i’m not gonna use my summer to hide from those guys.” (name) says crossing their arms, the losers look at them like they are crazy, “what?”

“as long as you let us walk you home.” eddie said, (name) rolls their eyes before nodding, “i think it’s for the best personally.”

“you act just like your mom.”

“i do not!” eddie says, (name) starts to laugh before apologizing.

“alright people, let’s go.” richie said, ready to go home at this point.

#belch huggins #belch huggins x reader #bowers gang x reader #henry bowers x reader #losers club #it 2017 #losers club x reader #patrick hocksetter x reader #reginaldhugginsxreade #victor criss x reader

[wynnyfryd]

Steddie fic rec list

Yeah so I’ve basically done nothing but read fics about these two idiots since volume 2 came out, khajiit has wares please enjoy

*edit: can’t even begin to tell you how badly in need of an update this list is, so: here’s all my ao3 bookmarks please enjoy like 97 more steddie fics and don’t u fuckin judge me

Favorite long fics (>50k):

1. Mixtape series - @spr1ngandastorm (191k, T, FINISHED AND SO FUCKING GOOD HOLY SHIT) doooooope vampire/kas Eddie fic series with a guitar scene to rival canon

2. A Sign of the Morning - @toedenandbackagain (87k, M) just perfect, so soft and pretty and soft and pretty and soft

3. the lathe - @palmviolet (70k, M, THIS FIC IS NOW FINISHED AND IS A CERTIFIED 🐐 PLEASE GO READ IT) when I tell you that all I do with myself after dinner these days is check my inbox for new updates of this fucking masterpiece of a time loop fic

Favorite medium fics (10-50k):

1. cool just doing nothing with you - @anniebibananie (25k, T) snugs & weed what more do you need

2. there’s a clock in my head (is it wrong? is it right?) - cloverspies (15k, T) come for the steddie, stay for the equally precious ronance

3. the summer of ‘85 series - @toedenandbackagain (15k, T) featuring Steve in his scoops ahoy short shorts and enough UST to rip a hole in the ozone

4. The Road to Mordor - @myrmeraki (32k, M) an excellent “how volume 2 could have gone” action fic

5. Mutual Future - knell (40k, E) we stan a djo title reference and a syrupy sweet get together fic

Favorite short fics (<10k):

1. missouri loves company - @themoondogs (8k, T) I am a simple girl I see fluff and puns and I click immediately

2. sir stephen strider finds his suzie - @lesbianrobin (5k, G) the most charming dnd campaign you ever did see

(not an exhaustive list and not ranked by preference, the numbered list is just to make it a bit easier to read I’m equally obsessed with all of them ok love u bye)

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fic rec #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #stranger things fic #st4 #stranger things 4 #wynnyfryd fic rec lists

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I love that one South Park episode were they are ripping off IT bc Tweek and Craig are literally reddie😭😭😭

They have scenes like Tweek being on his bike seeing the president just like Eddie seeing Pennywise and then the whole gang shows up and talks about them all seeing the president EXCEPT CRAIG just like Richie.

Stan and Kyle are also stenbrough, Heidi and Eric Beverly and Ben and Tolkien as Mike😭😭😭

It’s so cute I love it. Someone needs to write a proper fic about them fighting pennywise it would be hilarious.

#creek #tweek tweak #craig tucker #south park #stranger things #IT #it chapter one #it chapter two #reddie #stenbrough #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #tolkien black #eric cartman #stan uris #bill denbrough #fanfiction #Craig and Tweek are also blue and yellow LIKE BYLER😭😭😭 #byler