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elvendria · 1 year

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Clean (Formerly Love is a Battlefield)

AU Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Part Two

Summary:

You return to Hawkins after a few years in the middle of the night during the summer with your 4-year-old sister in tow, thinking the two of you could fly under the radar and settle in at Forest Hills Trailer Park. You thought you could get by without bumping into your old enemy, Eddie Munson, the town freak.

But you weren't always enemies, in fact, there was a time when you two were closer than anything.

Eddie dreams of making it big, you just dream of making it out of here alive.

\\enemies - lovers//

((Warning I'm not from the US, so bare with me when it comes to states and such))

tw: 18+ MINORS DNI or I will be busting kneecaps, E.D, physical abuse, child abuse, runaways, the reader Joyce's ex-step-niece, Will and Johnathan's cousin, Joyce is Queen, Wayne is King, slow burn, gambling addictions, the reader is 20 and Eddie is 21, Chrissy is the villain but we stan Grace. Reader has a small scar on lower torso.

Word Count: 3,744K

part one part two part three part four

"Stupid... fucking... Car!!" You kicked the rims on the wheels of your car, screaming at it after you had tried for over 30 minutes to get it to work. But nothing, it just spluttered and coughed, before finally letting out a puff of black smoke from the back that made you want to sit back and cry.

You were due for work and couldn't afford to be late. After all, it was only your second week. It wouldn't make a good impression if you suddenly called and said you couldn't make it due to something stupid like your car not starting.

After what must have been your 7th attempt at beating the car into submission, you heard a few raps on the hood of the car, looking up to see Wayne there. He'd been coming around every so often, almost like he was trying to cram the missed years into a few afternoons.

Willow loved it when he came around, mainly because Wayne would spend most of his time sitting on the floor playing dolls with her, while you complained that he was going to hurt his back or something.

"Christ darlin', I'm sure they could hear you all the way into town." He chuckled as he stood beside you, thumb through his belt loop while another smoked a cigarette. "I'd ask you if you want one to calm your nerves, but I'm not about to condone smoking." He says, taking a drag from it, being a massive fucking hypocrite and knowing it too.

"I just don't know what I'm gonna do, I don't have the money to get her repaired, I only just started work!" You sank to the porch step defeatedly, head in your hands while the heels of your palms dug into your eyes.

Wayne would never admit this, never betray his nephew's trust like this, but it wasn't his idea to come over here to you.

Eddie was woken up by the sound of an engine backfiring. He had his arm draped around Chrissys' shoulders in a rather uncomfortable way, and it had caused a creak in his neck. She had told him he'd get used to it, and that she could only sleep with him if they slept like this, and so he endured it.

She figured he owed it to her anyways, due to the fact that while he was rutting into her last night, she moaned loudly and high pitched, expecting Eddie to be putty in her hands like he always is, but was met with his hand over her mouth while he repeatedly just said the words "Shut Up". He wasn't sure why, it hadn't happened for so long, and he thought once he started fucking Chrissy maybe those thoughts could go away.

And yet still thoughts of you, sitting on the floor beside him, telling him that his hair was growing back in fine, that he looked handsome, swam back into his mind. Then they turned to images of you on your back, pillow clutched to your chest as he bent your knees back to meet your chest, absolutely ravaging you. It was all he could think of last night

And so when she moaned in her irritatingly squeaky voice, it wasn't the one he wanted to hear. It was yours, all he could think of was you. Normally he'd open his eyes and watch whatever slut was under him squirm and writhe in pleasure, and that was enough. But last night, nothing but the thought of you was going to get him to finish.

He'd never let Chrissy know that she wasn't the only girl he was sleeping with. Not that she didn't know, but he knew that she could get a bit… crazy, demand that he only fuck her, that he stay hers forever. He didn't want that, he didn't want to be tied down to her. And yet that's all she wanted to do to him.

Climbing out of bed, he untangled his arm from Chrissy and looked out the window to see you standing beside your car like you were on the verge of setting the whole car on fire. You began kicking the rims, taking all your anger and frustration out on the hubcaps

It made him smile slightly, to see that you hadn't lose that spark inside of you. That raging fire that made you sometimes get a little mad at the slightest inconvenience, usually when you'd already been having a shit day.

But then he stopped and thought to himself, he shouldn't be smiling, he shouldn't find this endearing or cute, not after everything that happened. He quickly dropped his smile, walking out into the kitchenette to see Wayne awake and eating a bowl of Lucky Charms. The man never really did learn how to eat like an adult.

"Someone should go over there and tell her to shut the fuck up." He grumbled as he sat down to eat the cereal with Wayne. They didn't have a lot of money, so they always just stuck with one brand of cereal for both of them. Not that Eddie minded eating marshmallows for breakfast. "She's going to wake the whole park up."

"Well you're the mechanic, why don't you go over and fix it up for her." Wayne was probing, and not very discreetly. He wasn't entirely sure what happened all those years ago, just before she left, but if it was big enough to stop the two from being friends, then it must've been really bad.

"I'm not going over and asking her directly!" Eddie spoke like it was something obvious, something that Wayne should have known already. He could hardly go over and talk to her as if they hadn't killed each other emotionally 4 years ago. Like she hadn't taken his heart and crushed it on the ground when she left. "Look, just... go over for me and tell her to drop it to the shop, she doesn't need to know I'm the one working on it for her."

Wayne nodded his head, suppressing a knowing smirk. Standing up, he went to the door, about ready to swing it open when Eddie called after him.

"Can you..." The words felt heavy and swollen on his tongue. He wanted to speak but it was like his throat didn't want him to make any sound. He pushed passed it, determined to not be rendered mute just because she'd shown up one day and hadn't even made the effort to contact him. "Can you check to see if she's okay?"

Wayne just looked at him, disappearing out the door.

So that's how Wayne ended up convincing you to let him tow it to the nearest auto shop. Apparently, he knew someone down there that would fix it free of charge. You weren't about to turn down a free car service, so of course you nearly bit his hand off saying yes. It was free after all.

The main issue however still lay at your feet in a Willow shaped mess.

"Oh well, I'm free all afternoon, I'm sure I could look after her at mine for a while?" Wayne offered when you told him your dilemma. You were hesitant at first, you knew Eddie lived with him still, on more than one occasion he'd woken Willow up with the sound of his radio as his van sped into the trailer park. But you hadn't seen him, just saw the headlights and the giggle of some girl.

But once again, the offer of free stuff was just too tempting to refuse. You agreed, grabbing her favourite toy, a pink stuffed elephant she'd named bunny and her blanket. She'd undoubtedly take a nap around 3pm, sleeping wherever she fell, but she wouldn't sleep well without it.

You didn't go into the trailer, you didn't even step onto the porch. You saw the blinds move, you knew he was there, you didn't need to speak to him.

He's the one that gave up on you, he's the one that cut all contact.

He's the one who never wrote back.

You packed her lunch into a brown bag, knowing for a fact that unless Wayne knew how to cut a peanut butter and jelly sandwich into the shape of a dinosaur, then there was no way he was getting her to eat. Willow wasn't a picky eater, she'd eat whatever you gave her. She's just a bit happier if they're cut up all fun.

"I'll be home soon, real soon. But you're gonna have fun with Wayne right? And be the best girl for me?" You pushed a piece of her hair back as she spun on her toes swinging her arms in front of her. You had to dodge just to avoid being hit by her little ballerina act.

"I promise!" She held the edges of her little skirt and began to soon in a circle, being the playful and adorable child she was. "Can we have dino nuggies?"

"If you behave... then maybe, I'll see what I can do." You smiled as she let out a little cheer, knowing too well that you'd have dino nuggies for dinner. You could hardly ever say no to the kid. You kissed her on the head, another million thank you's to Wayne before you ran down the dirt road to the bus stop.

Thankfully there was one just down the road, and the bus was just pulling up as you got there, slightly ashamed at how out of breath you were. You fished out a few dollars from your pocket, climbing up the steps of the bus.

The driver was a bulky man, bald and very clearly sweaty. Like, a sweat patch in a V down his back sweaty. His winter beard was glistening and matted together in places around his chubby face. Handing him the $2, he gave you a smile, friendly and welcoming. He reminded you of the old guy you used to see sitting on a park bench near the casino your dad frequented.

"I don't normally see you on this route, are you from around here?" He spoke as he pulled away from the stop, the rickety bus bouncing along every curve and pothole on the road.

"Just moved from Nevada, well, moved back." You chuckled, introducing yourself as you took a seat near the front. Everywhere else was full.

"Well I'm Simon." He smiled as he carried on down the road with a faint smile on his face. "Simon the bus driver."

Admittedly, Hawkins was pretty in the summer. The flowers on the roadside were in full colour, the heat waves radiating off the ground and causing a slightly distorted view in the bottom half of your vision. You were walking the from where you got off the bus to your job, the faint smell of sunscreen and sweat in the air.

Girls walked around smelling of Salon Selectives, carrying gym bags on their way home from jazzercise or aqua aerobics at the pool. Guys were shirtless, or almost shirtless, smelling of Drakkar Noir and ego.

Everyone was preppy and perky and perfect, intent on having the summers you only see in movies, the kind where teenage dreams are more than dreams for those few precious months. The kind of story where the protagonist grows up, finds themselves, and gets their crush to finally notice them.

In other words, their dreams were bullshit. In the real world, these so-called protagonists won't find themselves until a bad acid trip in college and likely won't grow up till their mid-30s, and as for getting their crush to notice them? Well, they had a better chance of selling out The Garden with their one-man accordion band.

You walked into the store, throwing your bag behind the counter into a little shelf, tucked away for later. You stocked the till, readying for the day, beads of sweat gathering on the nape of her neck due to the lack of AC. There was a small breeze though, thanks to the door being open.

The record store was fine, you were fitting in well enough. The work was easy, the customers weren't awful, the music was good and the people you worked with were friendly. But that was the only issue.

Greg, your colleague, was a little too friendly. And sure, you'd worked with guys before who got a bit flirty and creepy, but you could handle that.

Greg was handsy, always touching you, hands on the shoulders and waist, occasionally brushing against your ass when he passed by you as you stocked shelves. Sure he made the occasional comments, but you were new, you couldn't afford to lose this job, and you didn't want to rock the boat.

"Hey there beautiful, looking fine as always." He sauntered up behind you, leaning on the shelf behind the till. You could feel his eyes on you, burning into you, as you served some girl buying the latest Madonna tape. Her eyes were on him, and in a way, you could understand why.

Greg was tall, lean, and muscular. When he crossed his arms his shirt bulged at the seams. He was buff and bulky. He was so stereotypically good-looking that it irritated you, like an itch under the skin that just wouldn't go away. Girls looked past his actions and the way he spoke to people all because he was the kind of guy you'd see on the football team.

"Morning Greg." You kept pleasantries, what else could you do? Greg wasn't your type, not by a long shot, and you'd tried your best in the last week to make that known, but the guy just could not take a hint.

He began rambling on again about something or nothing, definitely nothing that would hold your attention. You went off to restock the shelves and like a fucking shadow, there he was.

"I was thinking about catching a movie later, you wanna come with?" He leaned up beside you, resting his arm by his head. "We could go see that new-"

"I can't, I've got to get home straight after my shift. Sorry." You finished up, walking back over to the till to help with some customers while he sulked off in silence.

The shift went by quickly enough, the heat in the sun dying down to a warm humidity. You left the store, leaving the manager to lock up for the night as you headed back home, the promise of a cool shower and dino nuggets sounding more and more enticing with every step on the sidewalk.

The bus ride was quiet, resting your head on the glass as you looked at the town you once knew and how much it had changed. There was a mall now, which would have been much more convenient when you lived here before. Underneath it all however, when you looked past the fresh coat of paint, it was the same old Hawkins.

Walking the dirt path through the trailer park, you reached yours and noticed the lights were still out. Opening the door, you didn't see her there and figured she was still over in Wayne's.

Where he was.

It didn't give you much of a choice, either go and get her and risk facing him or have him show up at your door with her and face him. It was bound to happen at some stage what with you living across the road from each other. It would be an accident, spotting each other as you left the park, locking eyes for a split second before carrying on, ignoring the ache it left you with.

The same ache that both eased and worsened with every step towards the trailer, your heart banging away in your ribcage in time with your knuckles knocking on the door. You took a deep breath in, stepping back and waiting for it to open.

It must have only been a few seconds, but it felt like hours, and when the door finally opened it wasn't the ageing man you had hoped it to be.

"Oh... you're here."

You wish you hated him in this moment. You wished your heart didn't loudly shatter on the ground, the last moments between you replaying over and over in your head.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He looked at you, his brown eyes piercing into yours. His calloused hands brushed your arms, the blood thundering behind your ears.

Taking a deep breath, you looked up at him and nodded, never more sure of anything in your life. "Yes Eddie, I am."

"Willa needs her dinner, so..." Suddenly your shoes were very interesting. You weren't sure what to say to him, you wanted to scream and yell and ask him why he never wrote back, to tell him that for weeks and weeks, you ran to the mailbox to see if there was a letter, only to have your hopes dashed each time.

By the time you had found out, you were too hopeless to tell him, despite how much you wanted to.

The small thundering steps came before he could respond, and small arms wrapped around your legs, clutching tightly. "Sissy!"

"Heya pumpkin, you have fun with Wayne today?" You picked her up and balanced her on your hip. "Can you tell him I said thanks?" You looked at Eddie, your chest thumping and thundering away. Something flickered in his eyes as you picked Willow up, something you didn't recognise.

"Uh... sure, yeah no I'll tell him." He reached up and scratched his neck, his shirt riding up and a sliver of skin catches your eye. You feel like you can't breathe, like the world has stopped spinning.

Remember what he did to you. Remember how hurt you were when you realised how alone you truly were. Remember that girl you keep seeing leave.

You kept telling yourself this, over and over. He wasn't there when you needed him most. You weren't sure if he was even aware of how much you needed him then. But he had to be right? He got the letter. He had to have known.

Silence filled the air between you, and you were left with nothing to say. You nodded to him, grabbing Willow's bag and turning to leave.

You had reached your own door, talking with Willow playfully about her day on the way over. You had pushed the door open, setting her down and letting her run off into the trailer when you heard someone call your name. Turning, there he was, striding over to you purposefully, almost as if he had something lingering on his mind.

Before you could respond, he was there before you. "Eddie what are you-" And before you could finish your sentence, his lips were upon yours.

It was hungry, frantic almost, and yet somehow soft and gentle almost like he was afraid you were about to break. To say he took you by surprise was an understatement. It was like he had transported you back to a shy 16-year-old. Back to the beginning of the end.

You found yourself kissing him back for a brief second, body relaxing and letting him in before you were reminded of everything, of all the reasons you were not to let him in. You couldn't let your guard down around him. Not again.

Pulling back, you looked at him with wide eyes, your body reacting before you knew what to do. Quickly, you delivered a harsh slap to his cheek, the crack burning your palm.

"Eddie what the fuck!? You can't just come up and kiss me out of the blue!" You were yelling, angry as hell. You clenched your fists by your side, jaw clenched and set as you watched his face falter and fall, his ebony eyes full of something you couldn't quite place.

"Bunny please." He reached out, one hand cradling his face while the other came towards your arm to touch you, but you backed up before he could reach you. The nickname stung, given to you on account of the way you twitch your nose sometimes. "I have to tal-''

"You don't get to call me that anymore, you don't get to walk back in and pretend like the last four years didn't happen because they did Eddie. You don't get to say 'We need to talk,' because you never wrote back, you never answered me, you didn't talk to me. You weren't there when I needed you the most." And with that, you slammed the door in his face, sulking back into the trailer.

The rest of the evening was a blur. Between washing and feeding Willa, and doing the same for yourself, the only thing you could think of was that stupid fucking kiss and how it made your throat close up, your chest burn and your entire body buzz. You stood before your mirror that night, thinking about it as you towel-dried your hair.

You reached for just above the waistline of your panties, finding purchase in repeating the one small action you always found yourself doing when you were alone and stressed.

There, just above your underwear, lay a small horizontal scar about four to eight inches long. It was old, faded and healed, with a slight white colouring to it. You stared at it for a while, feeling along the slightly raised skin of it, relieving that day over and over again in your mind before you pulled on your shirt and hid it from view, climbing into bed and turning the lights off.

The sounds of crickets could be heard throughout the park, along with the occasional dog howl. You should be tired, you worked hard in the sweltering heat and were bound to be exhausted. Rolling over, you looked out a window into the night sky, the fateful kiss still lingering on your lips as your lids eventually drew heavy, causing you to slip into a sleep that was far from dreamless.

Across the way, Eddie was the same. He was on his side looking out the window, looking at the dark sky and asking himself the same question over and over again.

"What does she mean I never wrote back? She's the one that stopped the letters to me first."

part one part two part three

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darkcrowprincess · 7 days

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The losers club parents:

*trigger warning use of homophobic words*

*their parents have all noticed their children have been missing together for hours. They start looking in all the spots the kids hang out.*

Mrs and Mr Uris calling out together, their voices echoing together out near the barrens: STAN!! STANLEY!

Mrs Denbrough freaking out and hyper ventilating: We cant lose another child Zack! I can't lose another baby!

Mr Denbrough tries to console her but it feels like empty words: We'll find him. He'll be alright. Its not like Georgie he's with his friends.

Mr and Mrs Hanlon yell out together next: MIKE!!

Sonia Kaspbrak: Your children are never going near Eddie again! You hear me!

Mr and Mrs Hanlon call out again: MIKE!

Maggie Tozier is unfortunately stuck near Sonia, her husband up ahead with Ms Hanscom so they both could call out for Richie and Ben together. The parents have spread out in a big circle near the woods of the barrens. Each calling out their childrens names hoping they'll hear it. Maggie was unfortunately left to deal with Sonia( who they were surprised that the hypochondriac actually agreed to look with them)

Maggie tries to be nice and puts a comforting hand on Sonia's shoulder: Sonia it will be alright. Well find them. It's not any of the boys fault.

Sonia slaps the women's hand away and goes on a horrible tirade: NO! My Eddie Bear is delicate. He should have never run off with any of these boys! Especially your son!

Maggie is finally pissed off(and protective): What do you mean by that?!

Sonia with a cruel smile on her face: You know what your son is like. The whole town knows what a dirty boy he is. But I will not have that little faggot infecting my son with his disgusting feelings!

Maggie slaps the woman hard across her face. Red is in her vision. Her long nails leave scratches along her fat cheek.

Wentworth, goes to stop his wife from full on beating the shit out of Eddies bitch of a mother: Maggie!

Maggie: Our children are missing and all you care about is saying hurtful things about my son! I don't give a shit if my son is gay or both our kids have feelings for each other! As long as they're happy!

Maggie is about to jump on the vile woman but her husband picks her up. She's still tries to kick and hit at Sonia (unknowingly, she looks a lot like her son in that moment).

Maggie: You are a vile woman and your son deserves better. FRANK WOULD HATE YOU, especially for what your doing to your son.

Sonia: YOU BITCH! You take that back!

Sonia is held back by Mr and Mrs Denbrough.

Maggie: Why its not like I'm lying, Frank if he was alive right now would take Eddie away from you and never look back! And it be within his right! Your suffocating your son!

Sonia screams in anger: I'm protecting him! Its because of all your kids!

The two mothers keep fighting. Which causes the other parents to come closer and try to help. Unknowingly their children are at the top of the cliff of the barrens hearing everything.

All 7 of the losers peak their heads over the cliff to watch everything. Like little animals popping their heads out of hidding.

Eddie and Richie both stare at each other in shock.

Bill: W-we need to get down there. I-I can't believe t-the-y ww-were looking for us.

Richie: Do we have to, I'm actually finding it really cool how badass my mom is being right now.

Bill: R-richie! What about Eddie?!

Eddie with a bit of satisfaction for himself: Give it a few more minutes. Mrs Tozier just tackled my mom into the mud.

The losers all look back to see the fight.

Eddie to Richie: Your mom is so cool.

Richie with stars in his eyes: 🤩 I know right.

Richie without thinking moves fully out of hiding to cheer his mom on: GO MOM!

Maggie who finally hears her son, looks up to see the kids on the cliff: RICHIE?!

The other losers: Richie! How are we suppose to explain this to them?!

*This being the fact that they just finished fighting an evil space clown*

Richie: Oops.

Maggie dropping Sonia Kaspbrak back into the mud, yells back up to her son: RICHARD WENTWORTH TOZIER! Get your ass down here now! You know how worried we have all been!

Richie nervous now: Ooooh full name not good.

#the losers club #it #losers club #loser club parents #reddie #my writing #maggie tozier #maggie vs sonia #it chapter 1

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im-getting-help · 4 months

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You guys remember IT 2019? I just finished watching an alternative ending or directors cut idk, BUT LET ME TELL YOU 💀

First, english is my second language...

So, everything is exactly the same until the last like 30min? They're fighting Pennydumb, and you remember the scene where Richie is caught by the deadlights and Eddie spears Penny and saves Rich but he has to kiss him to wake him up like Ben with Bev in the first movie? Well, in this version Eddie spears Penny and falls with Richie but instead of kissing him he just shakes him a little? And Richie wakes up 😂 but then out of nowhere Pennydumb SKEWERS EDDIE WITH ONE OF THE ARACHNID/CRAB CLAWS RIGHT THROUGH THE CHEST??? Me and Bev literally screamed at the same time. So Eddie is bleeding all over Richie, blood comes out of his mouth as he says his name... and Richie is literally like 🧍🏻‍♂️ and then Pennydumb lifts Eddie with the claw and I'm watching in 4KHD how Eddie flies tf out while everyone is screaming his name. I SWEAR TO GOD I'M NOT KIDDING. At this point I'm laughing and crying at the same time, cause like, wtf is happening?? So the Losers run to wherever Eddie was thrown and THIS MF IS SOMEHOW STILL ALIVE? Then, like in the original ending Eddie tells the Losers how to kill Pennydumb, but is like super depressing, Eddie is coughing blood, so all but Richie and obviously Eds go bully the alien spider. Eddie is dying, and he says "Richie, I gotta to tell you something" and I'm thinking, alright, a little bit too angsty but ok. BUT THEN, HE DOESN'T CONFESS? HE LOOKS RICHIE IN THE EYES AND SAYS "💫I fucked your mother💫" AGAIN, I'M NOT KIDDING. And so Richie is like "heh 🙂🥲" Eventually Richie leaves so they can finish IT, lmao. They kill Pennydumb the same, they say "clown" a bunch and he perish. Then they go back to Eds who is obviously fucking dead at this point, and I'm still laughing a little cause I know that now is when Maturin appears and the Losers ask her to bring back Stan and now Eddie too i guess... WELL In this version Maturin doesn't exist apparently???????? So Eddie dies and Richie is crying over his dead body anD THEN BILL AND BEVERLY TELL HIM THAT THEY HAVE TO GO AND LEAVE HIS BODY DOWN THERE???? AND I'M 😶 SPEECHLESS.

They drag Richie out of Neibolt 😶 he's is screaming and crying and I'm screaming and crying with him. They get out and the house collapses. And the whole scene is fucking tragic, like, I'm sobbing, Richie is still screaming Eddie's name, Mike and Ben are holding him back and Bill and Bev are literally like 👀 Suddenly they're on the quarry, same scene minus Eddie and Stan. BUT IT'S SO SOMBER. They jump and they're washing themselves in silence, and Richie is CLEANING EDDIE'S BLOOD OUT OF HIS GLASSES. And Eddie is not there to be yapping about infections so Ben is like "Eddie would hate this" and they start talking about what Eddie would say if he was there, and I'm thinking 'why tf would you kill him but not write a better scene?' but I'm promptly shut up cause Richie starts crying again and everyone goes hug him, and now I'm really sobbing. But then, then they do something I can only describe as the worst possible thing you can do in front of your mourning gay friend. Richie loses his glasses like in the original but Stan is not there to give them back so the rest of the Losers start looking, and then, and I swear to god I'm not lying, Ben and Bev find the glasses but instead of giving them back they start kissing eachother. RICHIE IS BLIND AND CRYING WHILE THESE TWO KISS UNDERWATER. And I'm like NOw?????? Don't get me wrong, I love the kiss in the original, but this version is so sad and that kiss feels so out of place. After that, there's the scene in the street with them as kids, Richie and Eddie bickering and all that, and I'm ready to go wash my face BUT they added an extra scene. So in this scene Mike calls Bill whose already out of Derry, and Bill asks why they're not forgetting this time, and Mike says "Maybe cause IT is dead... or maybe because we have more we want to remember than we want to forget". AND I'M LIKE WDM?? ALL OF THIS IS FUCKING TRAUMATIC. And then Mike asks Bill if he got the letter, and apparently Stan left a fucking suicide note 💀 and it's SO FUCKING SAD YOU GUYS. They show adult Stan writing the note but you can hear young Stan reading it, and they show the Losers as adults after Derry 2.0, and everyone is happy except Richie?? Like, Bev and Ben are on a fucking boat with a dog but Richie is on the bridge going over the R+E carving while crying. And it ends with Mike smiling driving out of Derry. Is literally the worst ending ever. Like, I don't hate it just because is so depressing is kinda funny, also you guys know It 2019 is goofy af. Anyways, if anyone else saw this please message me so we can make a support group or something idk.

#it 2019 #it chapter 2 #the losers club #it 1990 #it 2017 #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #stanley uris

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neverwasreddie · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter 2 #reddie fic #reddie headcanon

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flyaboveitall · 3 months

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alright friends, i made a plotting/starter call for the valetines day ball! below the cut you'll get the gist of what my muses are up to, as well as whether they're there on a date or not. i'm not capping threads per muse, HOWEVER, i am capping at 2 PER MUN to start just based on my own level of being able to handle things. the only exception is for my muses who have dates, if you need/want me to do those, let me know, but they won't count toward your total. i don't wanna be a bitch but if you request more than that, you're not getting more than that and i may just skip altogether bc we stan respecting people's limits in this house. i will likely drop a lot of pre-event stuff unless it's plot heavy!!

so all of that said, go forth, let me know what we're doing, and if you wanna plot things, you know where my dms are or give this a like and i'll come bother you and try to remember not to open messages when i'm half asleep so i don't foget to reply back xoxo

alex danvers, 30, aware, she/her

date status: blind date with myri tiure (moon)

summary: poor sad alex just wants to be in love w a woman who loves her back so she's so hopeful to find that but it isn't gonna be on this date, her last valetines day she celebrated was with her ex-fiancee so she's lowkey feeling the sting. will be drinking a lot most of the evening.

threads: feng yu, daniela dimitrescu, evangeline, sara lance

aluma ruairi, 100+/looks 24 , aware, she/her

date status: blind date with lu junyi (ollie)

summary: aluma is prickly and is not optimistic about this blind date, and has literally never celebrated valentines day in her life until this one so sorry she's rough but she's trying

threads: ksena trzebiatowski

amelia shepherd, 34, aware, she/her

date status: going with arizona robbins (sammy)

summary: amelia is genuinely happy for the first time since she even got to the city so she's having a grand time rn. pls enjoy her happy rn bc i have doubts that this will stay happy

threads: arizona robbins

april kepner, 34, aware, she/her

date status: blind date with noel kahn (sammy)

summary: listen her daughter is here as an adult, and her ex husband/almost re-boyfriend isn't here at all, so she's a single woman who just wants to see what's out there. she's vibing.

threads: noel kahn

carina deluca, 35, aware, she/her

date status: going with maya bishop (kae)

summary: anxious mess probably bc the last time there was something happening in washington she died three fucking times so she is not confident she's making it out of this museum alive but she's gonna try to have fun bc she loves her wife and it'll be easier after some drinks to relax

threads: mu qing

charlotte dilaurentis, 27, aware, she/her

date status: no date/open to a date

summary: she's back from the dead and is ready to fuck shit up basically. but she looks great in a dress so uhhhh she's just gonna have a good time while also keeping her eye on the pll gang bc how else is she supposed to ruin lives

threads: aria montgomery

clarisse renaldi, 26, unaware, she/her

date status: probably going with joseph hernandez (j)

summary: clarisse has major heart eyes for joe, but her royal beauty is just excited there's a ball. if you ask her to dance she'll expect a waltz, but 100% would like to see the butterflies and dino bones

threads: marion lochan

eddie janko, 33, will be aware by the event, she/her

date status: going with jamie reagan (atlas)

summary: by the time the event happens, she'll be aware. mostly. she's gonna be confused still about how she forgot in the first place but she's gonna be happy and in love with her hubby, but def on the lookout for trouble

threads: dinah drake

hunter lance-sharpe, 20, unaware, she/her

date status: no date

summary: gonna be on the lookout for that cutie she met in the park the one time (looking at sha hualing @ ollie) but honestly she's just gonna be vibing with anyone and everyone

threads: sha hualing

laurel lance, 28, aware, she/her

date status: unofficially going with dinah drake (dee)

summary: she's going bc she's the district attorney and showing her face seems polite, so obviously she's going with police lieutenant dinah to make an appearance except this bitch is totally in love with her she just won't admit it

threads: lisa snart

mags flanagan, 30, aware, she/her

date status: going with hudson flanagan (cici)

summary: mags is weary but just wants to try and have a nice time. it's the first time in her life going to an event like this where she's not being used for something like she was in panem

threads: lucy gray baird

maya hart, 19, unaware, she/her

date status: blind date with robin buckley (hali)

summary: maya hopes the blind date will end in sex, that's truly about it. she doesn't know how to do feelings. she's probably gonna vandalize shit after having some drinks she's legally not supposed to have but she's a fun time

threads: sloane mairi, sprig plantar

morgana pendragon, 28, aware, she/her

date status: no date

summary: gonna be keeping her eye on guinevere (j) but otherwise has no idea why she's there. she has never had love before and doesn't know why people like this day.

threads: doom, johanna mason

nora darhk, 32, aware, she/her

date status: going platonically with charlotte king (sammy)

summary: nora is missing her hubby and so is charlotte so they're literally there together to drink and talk shit about the weirdos but if you ask her really nicely she might share a platonic dance or a stroll to see museum things

threads: charlotte king

paige swanson, 26, aware, she/her

date status: blind date with winter celchu (jodie)

summary: paige is a self proclaimed slut and she doesn't hide it, but she's also going to be heavily drinking through the entirety of the evening so do not expect a lot from her tbh unless what you expect is fun

threads: ramona flowers

quinn fabray, 23, aware, she/her

date status: no date

summary: the last time quinn celebrated valentines day she had sex with santana at their former teacher's failed wedding and has not celebrated since. but quinn will never pass up an opportunity to put on a gown and feel like a princess for the night. sweep her off her feet.

threads: feirge

rose dewitt bukater, 18, aware, she/her

date status: going with jack dawson (sammy)

summary: in love w jack and is just so ????? she's excited she's feeling pretty, she's just relishing the fact that they're alive and experiencing this place, show her new things in the museum that she never would have seen in 1912

threads: jack dawson

sable, 22, aware, she/her

date status: no date

summary: shy sable is literally sitting by herself in a corner bc she does not know what to do here. she misses her sisters, she's lonely, and she does not know how to dance so be nice to her pls she's so soft despite being a hedgehog on the inside and formerly outside

threads: april dibrina, xie lian, irina yang

sofia torres, 23, aware, she/her

date status: in theory going solo

summary: this bitch won't admit that she doesn't want to be with anyone but jessica hamby (dee) and doesn't want to see jessica with anyone else but will she make the first move in saying it? of course not. so sofia is there to flirt with her, maybe try to make her jealous, and have drinks. she will make boning jokes around the dinos.

threads: callie torres, ellie williams

taryn helm, 29, aware, she/her

date status: going with mika yasuda (sammy)

summary: a real date with the girl she really likes? count her in. when she's not with mika she's probably criticizing whoever is making drinks bc she thinks she can do it better.

threads: snow white, mika yasuda, jester lavorre

#hw: plot call #hw: starter call #hwminievent6 #swearing tw #alcohol tw #death mention tw

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riveatstoes · 6 months

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For Your Consideration, Some Terrible Losers Club Headcanons**

**Mostly Eddie cus I think he’s silly

When they got married, Eddie and Myra’s wedding colors were teal and white

Their wedding song was “A Thousand Years” from the Twilight soundtrack — Eddie thinks it’s the most beautiful song to ever be written

Richie uses Apple Music (saw this in a fanfic somewhere, couldn’t unsee it)

Eddie’s the type of guy to mansplain the “true message of” Hamilton to the women in his workplace/Myra

After Derry 2016, Bill sends all of his books to Beverly so she can approve/veto the endings. She’s usually a good neutral party

The Losers meet once a month at least for dinner and to catch up

Richie gives them all VIP passes to his future shows and they never fail to show up (even when he ends up relentlessly bullying them on stage)

Bill and Richie definitely kissed in front of paparazzi once “for the bit” (Audra approved of this and thought it was hilarious)

Eddie was a huge fan of Twilight but didn’t admit it because he saw himself as “above” the other fans

They welcomed Patty Uris as an honorary Loser after Stan’s funeral. She and Mike get along the most of all of them

Despite not being a millennial, Eddie certainly acts like a stereotypical one and you cannot convince me otherwise (hence the Twilight and Hamilton references)

Eddie’s the type of guy to say “don’t talk to me before I’ve had my coffee”*

*If he doesn’t have his coffee then Eddie’s a little bit agitated throughout the day, BUT if Beverly doesn’t have her coffee she will kill someone. Stan is somewhere between them

Mike adopted a Pomeranian after leaving Derry. Richie is sometimes horrified of it

The others bring up Eddie frequently in a joking way, but rarely (at first) does Richie participate. Somehow nobody notices that he gets quiet when they bring the topic up

The Losers got famous on social media after reconnecting, purely because of how weird they seem together. Beverly’s personal accounts quickly turned into everyone’s source for Losers content

I’m sorry but Ben seems like the type of guy to go to a family event and ask “where’s my hug? :D”

Bill would want to make his son a junior to “carry on his family name” but also, I feel like if he were to have kids he’d be graced with all girls. Girldad Bill…hm

Richie being their universe’s Bill Hader is so silly to me because, and ONLY because of Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs. I feel like the Losers would relentlessly bully him for that shit

Not a headcanon but I love Patty and Audra, I’m quite possibly their biggest fan

Audra, Patty, and Bev best girlboss unit. I love the idea of them hanging out maybe I should write a fanfic about it

Obviously I’m a huge fan of the idea that Stanley and Eddie never died but that’s not exactly a headcanon so. Um. They’re still alive in my heart

#it #it 2017 #it 2019 #stephen king #stephen king’s it #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #stanley uris #mike hanlon #myra kaspbrak #patricia uris #headcanon #audra phillips

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birdblorbo · 11 months

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Loser’s Club as Very Specific Sensory Issues because I have Sensory Issue’s

Also known as me heavily projecting onto my comfort characters. Also brief Stenbrough cause I love them.

Long Post

Bill: Loud noises. For obvious reasons Bill hates storms so the rain and especially thunder tip him off, but anything resembling thunder can also freak him out. For example loud music with a lot of drumming (I was in marching band for years and drumline alone would probably give him a panic attack. I hate drumline). He doesn’t like concerts or movies in theaters because of how strong the sounds are without him being able to control it. Headphones are ok because he can lower it when he chooses, though he prefers to just mute out any sound with ear plugs rather than mute out outside sounds with music unless the drumming in the song is very light and slow. If he can’t do either he likes to lay his head on Stan’s chest or just another loser if Stan’s not around so he can hear their heartbeat. The steadiness helps calm him down while reassuring him they are alive and well.

Stan: Being touched. There are very few exceptions where Stan is comfortable with touch and he is more comfortable with certain losers touching him over others. He is most comfortable with Bill least comfortable with Richie. (Full scale: Bill, Mike, Ben, Bev, Eddie, Richie) Richie calls it favoritism but its mostly on a scale of movement. Bill is very stable with Stan, making sure to limit his movements. Also he has been helping Stan become more comfortable with casual affection as Bill is very affectionate. Going along with the previous when Bill lays on him it is a comfort for both as Bill can hold onto him while Stan is on the outside able to push him off if needed rather than feeling surrounded. Ben and Mike are just very stable on their own. Beverly is in the middle, she can be still if needed but prefers not to. While Eddie and Richie on the other hand can’t sit still to save their lives and the sudden and relentless movements freak Stan out. When hugging someone his arms have to be the one on the outside, if they are on the inside he feels trapped.

Chewing Noises. He can’t stand any sort of chewing noises and has to stop eating if he can hear himself or someone else chewing. He immediately loses his appetite at the sound no matter if he is in the middle of eating or is about to eat. Saliva in general also grosses him out. For example if a dog drools on him or is excessively drooling in general he loses his appetite as well.

Eddie: Food textures. Eddie is not a picky eater taste wise but the texture could completely make or break it. He hates jello. He refuses to even touch it with his finger. Also he hates excessive oil. If he can feel the oil on his fingers after touching it, then it’s too much. (You know those frosting that leave a film on your tongue? Yeah I hate those and so does he). If he doesn’t like the texture of a food he will completely refuse to eat it.

Richie: Too tight or too loose shoes. He is constantly tying and untying his shoes as they are never perfect. Also it’s a nervous habit. He mostly despises too tight of shoes but fears if they aren’t tight they will fall off when he runs so he is always trying to find the balance between the two. This also applies to button ups. He always leaves them unbuttoned because he fiddles with the top button if it’s fully done up. On the occasion he has to dress nice he hates the top button. When it’s undone it feel too loose and rubs at his skin, but if it’s buttoned it feels like it’s choking him.

Beverly: Fabrics. She hates anything knitted, (Seriously knitted clothing and blankets feel horrible and I will die on this hill. I also can’t stand the feeling of jeans so I’m choosing to ignore her overalls). She exclusively wears faux denim as real denim makes her itch. She both hates and loves dresses. She hates them because of the objectification when she wears them but loves them because there is less fabric touching her and if it does it is very brief so as long as the top is comfortable she doesn’t have to worry about the bottom.

Ben: Tight clothing. He can’t stand the feeling of restriction tight clothes cause, especially on his legs. He hates the way pants tighten on his thighs when he bends his knees thus wears either very loose thin pants or shorts. (There’s this pair of pants I own that never tighten on my thighs no matter how I sit and I love them) He also cannot stand long socks, they squeeze his calfs too much.

Mike: Smoke. Any bit of smoke makes him cough and along with that sometimes strong smells do too, like a really strong candle. He hates cities because of the amount of cigarette smoke and if he sees someone smoking he holds his breathe until they pass or he passes them. He cannot sit close to the fire and especially cannot sit in the direction the smoke is blowing.

Can you tell I project myself onto Stan highly?

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thatstarwarsbitch · 10 months

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Reddie Fic Recs

Okay so these are the ones I go back to and reread constantly!! All listed have multiple chapters, impeccable grammar/structure, and RIDICULOUSLY good characterization/dialogue. Theyre also all located on AO3. My obsession is too late for peak fandom interactions so these are what keep my hyper fixation alive.

1. In The Heat Of The Summer (You’re So Different From The Rest) by Kaboomslang

There’s a heatwave in L.A., the first time Richie sees Eddie naked.

One very hot year in the life of two idiots in love, working shit out.

It is so so so so fucking good I can’t stand it. It’s an Eddie Lives AU that is 15 Chapters and 109,525 words of pining and comfort and beauty. Eddie comes to stay with Richie in LA after the events of It Chapter 2. Literally my only complaint is that Stan stays dead however the characterization of everyone and the way the writer handles their grief more than made up for it.

2. A Strange Sense of Familiarity by Katranga

“So Eddie, what brings you to the bar tonight?" Richie asked. "Gonna rebound from the divorce? Pick up a hot young twenty-something to feel young again?”

“Fuck you,” Eddie said, jutting his chin forward. “What a terrible way to ruin the mood.”

“I’m sorry, all my moods are poorly cultivated. What mood were you looking for?”

A nervous lump grew in Eddie's throat. He threw back his drink to get rid of it.

Hand wrapped around the glass he’d just slammed back onto the bar, he said, “The mood that gets me leaving with a schlubby forty-something.”

Pre-chapter two, Eddie and Richie meet and don't remember each other, but have an instant connection anyway...

This may be my favorite fic of all time. This is a Canon Divergence AU where Richie and Eddie meet at a bar prior to the events of It Chapter 2 and start sleeping together. Eddie is divorced so there’s no infidelity storyline (which I appreciate) HOWEVER Richie is still famous and in the closet so there’s still the secret love affair storyline (that I love). The characterization is literally perfect, it has amazing dialogue, and my boy Stan is alive and involved. The OCs are so so good too and I’m beyond obsessed with all the thought the author obviously put into it.

3. Sweeter By The Hour by Katranga

rich. 25. i can be your angle 😇... or yuor devil 😈

Edward. 38. Please don’t call me daddy.

Richie’s a struggling standup comedian slash bartender with a side hustle of sexting rich guys for cash. Eddie is recently divorced, recently out, and reluctant to dive into either the dating or hookup scene. He decides to give Sugr, a 'dating app with no commitment', a shot.

Katranga NEVER MISSES. Even though the losers club is in a completely different universe, the characterization and dialogue is so them that it scratches every itch in my brain. This is such a funny and adorable AU I would recommend to anyone that needs a break from the high stress and extremely high stakes of the traditional It Universe.

4. Here In Your Arms by kaspbrak_kid

Richie had no idea what to expect when Stan and Patty asked him to be their daughter's godfather, but it definitely wasn't becoming the part-time dad to a newborn.

This fic makes me cry like a bitch in the best way possible. This is a several years later fic in a Eddie and Stan Lives AU where Richie becomes godfather to Stan and Patty’s firstborn. This is so so special to me because it perfectly preserves The Loser’s Club dynamics in a safe environment and gives me all the found family warm fuzzies I so desperately need. As usual the characterization is phenomenal and Richie and Eddie’s relationship throughout this fic is so so special to me.

5. Richie Tozier’s Five-Step Mission in Getting Over His Childhood Sweetheart by MissDinahDarling

Alternatively: five times Richie tries to get over Eddie and the one time he gets under him instead.

This fic is so so fucking funny I love everything about it. Its also a Stan and Eddie Live AU and thehe dialogue and losers club dynamics are so so funny. I love seeing little snippets of how the losers lives are moving on and especially appreciate that Bev and Ben didn’t move as quickly as some fics do. Richies denial and stupidity are so relatable and its an extremely comforting read.

6. River by Unicornpoe

The thing—the thing is that Eddie hasn’t seen Richie in nearly five years.

They’ve gotten good at avoiding each other. They alternate holidays and get-togethers, only showing up when they’re sure the other won’t be present. They’re still in the same fucking city but Eddie makes sure to shop on the other side of town from their old place where Richie still lives, makes sure not to go to any of Richie’s favorite restaurants or bars or cafes or goddamn park benches. Eddie doesn’t join in on the Losers’s group FaceTime sessions when he knows Richie’ll be joining, and Richie does the same for him.

They couldn’t make their relationship work, but they’re fucking experts at being exes.

Eddie goes to spend the holidays at Bill and Mike's cabin in Vermont, and is surprised when Richie is already there. Things get worse when they're snowed in alone. Things get even more worse when Eddie remembers that he's still in love with him.

This fic gives me the most acute sense of profound longing I’ve ever had in my life. The EXTREMELY angsty hurt/comfort au I’ve ever read in my life. Not extremely inclusive of the rest of The Losers Club, but it hits hard.

7. This Will Be (An Everlasting Love) by camerasparring

Just as the last car is passing them, Prince Charming makes a snuffling noise and Eddie freezes, still pressed on top of him. He’s suddenly aware of every single place they’re touching, and Eddie thanks the brutal Chicago cold - there’s no way he could pop a boner when it’s this freezing. God, he hates himself.

The man opens his eyes for a moment and looks directly into Eddie’s eyes. Eddie’s mouth hangs open. He tries to smile, but he doesn’t think he achieves it. Instead, he swallows and says:

“Merry Christmas.”

The guy passes back out without a word.

or, the While You Were Sleeping AU no one asked for. Set Christmas 1995 and the gang is late 20's/early 30's

I read this before ever even hearing of the movie While You Were Sleeping. While the movie is now one of my favorites, it is absolutely nothing compared to the hilarious romcom of this fic. Found family! Secrets! Drama! Stan the mother fucking man! It is so so good and gives me all the good feelings the holidays provide whenever I read it.

8. Scratch On The Moon by Vulcanodon

Eddie Kraspbak has put aside his old life for good. He drives a stagecoach now and keeps to himself- his days of running with the Denbrough gang are long gone. But when two old friends show up and tell him they have unfinished business back in Derry, Eddie can’t resist the chance to put a final nail in the coffin of the past…and maybe find out why Richie broke his promise all those years ago.

“I’ll take left if you take right,” Eddie calls out but when he looks over Richie isn’t even firing his gun; he’s looking at Eddie with a strange, unreadable expression on his face.

“What is it?” Eddie asks, panicking. “Are you hit?”

“No,” Richie says, “I just. I just wanted you know. That I…that I feel the same way.”

“What?” Eddie asks, totally lost. A bullet whistles past his ear.

“I mean I...” Richie says, as if he’s struggling to get it out. “I feel the same way about you. I mean. That I always did.”

“Could we maybe postpone this conversation?” Eddie says, having to yell over the gunfire. “To a time when we aren’t getting shot at?”

Are you gay? Is longing and the tragedy of wasted time your guilty pleasure? Did you read River by Unicornpoe and want more? Do you like westerns? READ THIS FIC AND COME TALK TO ME IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!

9. You Ain’t Nothing But A Hound Dog (And They Call It Puppy Love) by Fluffifullness

Okay, Richie, so you’ve just been Shaggy Dog’d, you’re either kicking it in the weirdest of all possible afterlives or you never died and the sewer clown is punking you. What next?

(or: Eddie makes it out of Derry, gets a divorce, and adopts a dog.)

Richie gets “Shaggy Dog’d” after he sacrifices himself for Eddie during the events of It Chapter 2. Grief, pining, and Richie’s internal monologue being fucking hilarious. And STAN LIVES!!!!!!

10. Thanks For Pudding Up With Me by Mooeydooey

Eddie Kaspbrak was once one of the most influential professional chefs in New York. After an unfortunate incident in his kitchen, he loses his job and most of his earnings. Down on his luck, with no where else to go, he accepts a job offer with the ragtag 'Prospect Test Kitchen' in Boston.

What starts as a small passion project, making cooking tutorials online, becomes a lot more complicated and bigger than they could ever imagine when Bill brings in a new addition to their team. A comedian with a shocking background and surprise talent for culinary arts: Richie Tozier.

Eddie's the only one who doesn't like the new recruit, but Bill bribes Eddie into giving Richie a chance. At the end of six months, Richie's contract will expire. Eddie will get to decide whether they offer him a contract renewal, or refuse to re-hire him.

Things are heating up in the Prospect street Test Kitchen! Will Eddie stick to his guns, and keep his dignity? Or will he get lost in the sauce?

SO FUCKING FUNNY!!! An absolutely genius buzzfeed-esque au that is exactly what I need when I want a laugh. My favorite parts are when they go into like a third person screenplay mode for describing the events in the videos. I cannot get enough of this enemies(?) to friends to lovers au and I’m so so glad it exists.

11. A Fistful of Coal Dust by Jay Auris (nighthawkms)

Eddie Kaspbrak usually works alone. For a bounty hunting mage, this is unheard of; dangerous, foolhardy. But for Eddie - stricken with a dangerous abnormality to his magic - it's the safest way to survive.

When a new bounty takes him to the backwater town of Derry, he's not expecting anything more than a hard job done right for good money. But Eddie's past is about to catch up with him, and Derry could face the consequences. He'll have to team up with a rag-tag bunch of misfits - a sheriff with too much on his shoulders, a tavern owner haunted by loss, and four other hunters with their own secrets and motivations - if he wants to survive.

And maybe, if he's lucky, he'll get an answer to the one question that's been bugging him since he got to Derry: Who is Richie Tozier, and what does he want from Eddie?

A super fun Steampunk-Western-Magic-Bounty Hunter AU that has the perfect ratio of action, drama, and intrigue. I have no idea how the author came up with such an amazing idea and how they were able to do so much incredible world building but I absolutely LOVE IT.

If anyone reads any of these fics I would love to talk about them and hear what you think! They’re all so so so special to me and stay on my fic rotation, so if y’all have any suggestions for me too I’m happy to check them out!

#reddie #it chapter ii #it #richie trashmouth #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #stan uris #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #the losers club #hanbrough #benverly #patty uris #stanpat #fic rec #it fic recs #losers club

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antisociallilbrat · 1 year

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Losers Hc's

I have so many personal Loser Hc's that just live in my head and I just want to share them. I wanna put them somewhere so I'm putting them here. Some hints of Poly Losers

Ben

He has a peanut allergy, idk why, it's the vibes

Until he met Bev his wardrobe consisted of nerdy t-shirts with awful puns. You know what I'm talking about.

Secretly loves Twilight (him and Richie watch it together)

His favorite drink is lemonade, iykyk

Keeps fish! Like really big aquarium set ups and he actually designs some of the decor. Can't keep any aquarium plants alive tho

Mike

loves the smell of cashmere and just collects candles in general

I've mentioned picnics with him before (the ones he takes with Bev and Eddie) but he also likes to make little finger sandwiches and wears fancy sun hats on said picnics

hates the taste of olives, my man is anti olives

bringing this up again, but he had a stuff tigger as a kid and when he's an adult he keeps it in a shadow box

also he's a bit of a technophobe, he had a flip phone until the Losers literally made him upgrade, it was difficult for group texts

Eddie

red shorts this, red shorts that, consider him wearing overalls! He has a whole collection for every kind of weather and they're adorble

not much of a gamer but went through a really intense minecraft stage, the other losers refused to play with him

he loves traveling. Sonia never allowed him to go anywhere so as an adult he goes everywhere. Constantly taking trips and planning the next place to explore. Also he tries to travel with the Losers if they're going somewhere for work. Richie to L.A., Bill to London, Bev to Italy for fashion shows

secret huge ya novels nerd (don't tell Bill)

he's really into fancy coffee. Has an espresso machine in the kitchen and tries to make little designs in the foam and is constantly watching aesthetic coffee videos

Richie

pretends to like horror movies but is actually baby, he covers his eyes the whole time

He owned a ferret, his name was Todd. Eddie and Stan pretended to hate it but the creature grew on them

allergic to cats, cue the ferret, his skin will break out in hives if he's near one, but he doesn't care. He will pet that cat and the others Losers have to stop him

LOVES Futurama, he has a tattoo of Bender on his ass

Actually enjoys doing yard work. His mind is constantly going but when he's doing yard work, running the weed wacker or the lawn mowers, he can't hear himself think. Or if he's raking leaves or cutting bushes, his mind is too zeroed in on his task. It's strangely therapeutic for him

Bill

constantly has ink on his hands, from drawing or his typewriter, it's always there

had adult braces, IK I've said this before but I'm very passionate about 20 year old something Bill with a full set of braces. Yes I had adult braces too, why do you ask?

Sticks his tongue out when he's really focused on something and gets a wrinkle between his brows

he is dumbest smart person you will ever meet. He is an idiot. Everyone thinks he's supposed to be smart bc he's a best selling author but no, this man will try to pry something open with a knife with his face too close to said knife. He has no self preservation instincts, it's only bc of the Losers he's made it this far

has a weird obsession with Cherry Coke

Bev

again, i've said this before, but Bev always wanted a pet and she can't give the emotional care a cat, dog, rat, ect needs so she keeps reptiles. They're really cool and besides their basic care, they don't need anything else from Bev, they're perfectly content to be watched by her on the other side of the tank

speaking of that, her favorite reptile are geckos and she's actually based a couple her designs on their patterns

went through a phase where all she did was play the Sims. She was obsessed. The losers would go to bed while she was playing and wake up and she was still playing it. Yes this overlapped with Eddie's minecraft phase.

believes in Bigfoot. Like for real.

complete roller coaster fanatic, loves going to amusement parks to ride the most extreme roller coasters

Stan

has a deep passion for the Law & Order shows, they're his guilty pleasures

had a mental breakdown in his twenties and dyed his hair blue. The others losers where surprised and yes Stan regretted it. It was Impossible to get out and he basically just had to grow it out

believe it or not he is a horrible driver. He insists he's a great driver but the other losers refuse to ride with him. He doesn't get it. It's not like he's hit multiple curbs and gets massive road rage

he is constantly cold, over half the sweaters in the house belong to him and he's always under the blanket when watching tv. His cuddles are rare but during winter with no hesitation he will snuggle up under the human space heaters (Richie, Ben, and Mike)

he gardens! Has a rose garden out front with a bird bath and feeder. hates dirt though so when he's out there he has gloves and a little garden apron on

I have more too

#I JUST HAD TO PUT THEM SOMEWHERE #they're things that live in my head about the Losers #it 2017 #it 2019 #bill denbrough #stanley uris #richie tozier #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #eddie kaspbrack #poly losers club #poly losers headcanons #polylosers

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looksthatkilledd · 1 year

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shes my cherry pie // EDDIE MUNSON x AFAB!Reader

A/N: thank you anon! ♡ i lysm! I had to make the reader afab but i promise ill try to make it as gender-neutral as possible! ♡ I couldn't stop laughing at this when writing it because I just watched that one episode of American dad! (aka best tv show ever, well 2nd best to stranger things) and stan became a stripper pls ♡ also, it mentions cherry pie by warrant which didn't come out till 90' but this takes place about 1990-91 sh I know it doesn't make sense that the younger gang is Just about to come out of high school but in the timeline would be around 19 years old, leave me alone.<3

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader Warnings: NSFW undertones, strip club, drinking, slight angst?? Words: 1.5k AU: everyone is alive and well, eds is a rockstar! takes place in the '90s NOT PROOFREAD

MASTERLIST

Eddie was your best fucking friend, and you would do anything for him and vice versa, it all started when you met in high school, you were sitting in the cafeteria when Eddie had his little moment, you were sitting across at a different table, with your set of friends, since then, you guys have been joined at the hip, doing everything and anything together.

now, a couple years later, Eddie has been the lead singer of one the most famous metal bands of all time, corroded coffin, playing sold-out shows all around the world, he was living the dream, and of course, he wanted to give you the dream as well, but you didn't want it, it was his fame and money, not yours, sure it would be great to have the joys of that but you were not gonna feed off of your best friend, that is not right in your eyes, money should be earned, not handed to you, Eddie earned the money, you're not gonna let him hand it to you. you were NOT about that life.

eddie has made multiple attempts at trying to help you finically, but you've denied it every time, you had a nice-ish apartment, not that many rats, and no bedbugs yet, but it was in a rundown area, with high crime rates, there was probably gunshots every other day, at this point, it sounded like fireworks, you've learned to ignore it, ignore the flashing sirens every 2 seconds as well. but Jesus fuck the rent was high, to afford it you were working 2 jobs, during the day you worked at a minimart, as a cashier, but at night, you were working down at the sunset strip, working as a stripper, either dancing on a pole or serving drinks.

honestly, the strip club wasn't that bad! of course, it had that fair share of old men and druggies who didn't know about the 'no touching' rule, but it rarely did happen, obviously, it wasn't the life, dancing for the pleasure of men, but it did give hella good money, enough to keep your shitty apartment and food, you've always said, you have everything you need, not everything you want, and you were fine with that, life isn't about being rich and snobby, it's about the fun you have.

you would be lying if you said you hated your life, you had the coolest friends, Eddie and his band, robin and steve, and the younger gang as you would call them, even though they're not as young as they were, they were about to graduate from high school, it blew your mind, you still remember the days in high school that you would hang out and play and, you missed it. you still hang out with the gang though, but they're moving on with their life, steve now had a girlfriend, robin and Vickie were moving in together, and nancy was with Jonathan most of the time.

right now, you were sitting in the dressing room, getting ready for the night ahead, smiling at your appearance, you wore a nice red fishnet lingerie set, you wore sparkly red heels and red lipstick to match, you wore red because it matched your name

'cherry'

you were one of the most favourite dancers, your theme song was cherry pie by warrant, which seems nice but hearing it every fucking night.

"come on cherry! you're on in 5!" your boss yells, you sigh, taking one last look in the mirror before smiling and trying to get into your persona of the cliche sexy girl.

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Eddie wasn't the one for groupies or strip clubs, people honestly thought he was gay. he wasn't the one to objectify women, they are much more than sex toys, and plus, he had someone who he very loved and was waiting for, he wouldn't do that to them so when the band decided to take out their stress at the sunset strip, he honestly wasn't interested, but reliving stress sounded nice, he agreed for the drinks, not the girls.

so he found himself squished in a booth with the rest of his band, a glass of whiskey fisted in his hand, he thought this was a good idea, but now that he was surrounded by half-naked girls and crusty old men, he was not happy, he would much rather be at home lounging, maybe with you, watching a horror movie, he has heard that new It movie is pretty good, but clowns made him a bit squirmish. he sighed, leaning his elbow on the table and resting his head on his palm, he was thinking of you again, your hair, how soft it was, your eyes, the way they would glimmer, your delicate fingers, your soft fingertips against his skin, your laugh, your smile, he loved it all, you meant so much to him, so fucking much.

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you don't know why you were so anxious tonight, you were fine any other night, you sighed and crossed your arms as the announcer spoke "thank you, next up is cherry! give them a warm welcome!"

you push open the curtains as everyone cheers, like always, cherry pie plays, you swayed your hips seductively as you walked to the pole, grabbing ahold of it, and thrusting your hips into it

eddie looked up from the table as he started to recognize the song, that is such a coincidently, that was your song, he would always play it for you. he would call you his cherry pie, and he would always emphasize the lyrics

I scream you scream We all scream for her Don't even try 'cause You can't ignore her

because that's how he feels for you. but now, he was taken aback to see your pretty figure on stage, in the red fishnets, your whole body on show, his jaw drops, why was she doing this? you haven't noticed him in the crowd of people, and you have made a habit of not looking in the crowd to see whos there as it makes you uncomfortable to realize how many people were actually watching you dance sexually.

luckily for both you and him, your show came to an end. as you walked off stage, he rose from his seat, and despite the shouts of his fellow band members, he walked towards the stage, heading to the door that was labelled 'backstage; no entry'

he was stopped by a security guard "sorry man, staff only." he spoke sternly "Please I know a dancer, y/n l/n, I need to see her." he begged "do you know how many times I've heard that? you're just trying to get in her pants, no can do."

eddie sighed fishing his wallet out of his pocket, glancing at a picture of you and him, it was at graduation, and you both had your middle fingers up, and written on the bottom read "86' baby!" he pulled it out and showed the guard "is that proof that I know her? if not I have much much more." he huffed the guard sighed, "if miss l/n says you pulled anything I will have the feds on your ass." the guard threatens with a stern poke to eddies chest.

he opened the door, and walked backstage, seeing many records, and props, he walked more and found the door labelled "Cherry." he turned the handle, and you were sat in a robe facing the wall taking out your earrings, and putting them on a table "boss, 'm really sorry that it wasn't my best performance, 'was really anxious for some reason." you spoke, as you finish you turn, you were frozen, seeing Eddie standing in front of you

"Eddie," you whisper out, you could feel tears burning in your eyes, you couldn't find the words to say to him he steps forward grabbing your hands "eds, I didn't want you to find out like this," you whisper once again

he hushes you "It's okay love, I'm not mad, but why? I offered you money so you wouldn't have to me be like this, nothing against it but I feel bad that your most private things about you are on a show like this babe," he spoke smoothly.

your glossy eyes look into his "because I don't deserve the money eds, your hard-earned money and I don't want to feed off of you like a golddigger, I wanna earn my money and be a self-success-" you were cut off with eddies plump lips against yours, you hum in surprise and tense up, before loosening and kissing back, the kiss was very passionate and filled with much love from Eddie.

he pulled away "I love you y/n, I don't want to see you like this, I have a compromise hm?" his voice dripping with pure adoration, you nod, waiting for him to say it "if you want to earn the money, you can I don't know, model for my band, for album covers, posters, Et cetera!" he smiles down at you, and you gasp nodding "I would like that," you say before pulling him in for another kiss

#eddie my boy #eddie x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie x steve #stranger things x reader #robin stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things 4 #stranger things #nikki.txt #Spotify

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elvendria · 11 months

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Clean (formerly Love is a Battlefield)

AU Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Part Three

(i was planning out the story and realised the name no longer suited, so here we are)

Summary:

But you weren't always enemies, in fact, there was a time when you two were closer than anything.

Eddie dreams of making it big, you just dream of making it out of here alive.

\\enemies - lovers//

((Warning I'm not from the US, so bare with me when it comes to states and such))

tw: smut 18+ oral (m receiving) 18+ MINORS DNI or I will be busting kneecaps, E.D, physical abuse, child abuse, runaways, the reader Joyce's ex-step-niece, Will and Johnathan's cousin, Joyce is Queen, Wayne is King, slow burn, gambling addictions, the reader is 20 and Eddie is 21, Chrissy is the villain but we stan Grace. Reader has a small scar on her lower torso. underage drinking, allusions to smut, no details of smut for obvious reasons, eventual smut in upcoming chapters,

Word Count: 5226K

part one part two part three part four

Days turned into weeks, and soon it was the middle of July, and still even then, his touch lingered on your lips. It was as soft as you'd remembered. He still tasted like mountain dew and toothpaste, only now with the added taste of cigarettes.

It made your chest lurch at the memory.

Are you sure?

Those words echoed in your mind late at night, the way his eyes widened, red-rimmed from being told the news. The feel of his hands on yours, both of you centimetres from crossing the line of no return.

-flashback to sophomore year-

You'd just been told you were moving across the country, and your heart currently resided in your feet. You were 16 but you were convinced your life was over. Everyone you knew, everyone you loved, was here. Your home was Hawkins, and despite your wishes to leave, you never wanted to leave like this.

You wanted to leave with your best friend, the guy you'd been crushing on since you met him. Eddie Munson, your guy, is the only person who saw you for you. Who knew you better than you knw yourself. And now you were expected to leave him behind with the promise that you'd fucking write every week.

And that's how you ended up sitting on his bed and staring at his posters, your hands wringing together in your lap. He was silent on the other side of the room, processing your words..

"So this is it." You could tell he was doing his best to maintain composure and to be strong for you, which was fruitless because you were already a mess. You just needed your best friend to hold you and hug you and tell you it would be okay.

"I guess that deal we made in freshman year is null and void now." You tried to lighten the mood, but it was near impossible, because your predicament hung like a heavy cloud in the room, threatening to open and rain down on everyone beneath it.

It took him a while to remember the deal, or at least he let on that it took him a while. The truth was that it was all he ever thought about. He plagued him late at night, and whenever he saw you smile. Hell, it was on a loop in his mind whenever he saw you in general, he just didn't think it was something you'd remembered making.

It had been your first high school party, Eddie had snuck you both in the spring of your freshman year, and you'd gotten quite drunk. Jason Carver had tried to kiss you but your fist had given him the message, and so he stopped. Besides that, the party was uneventful. Eddie stayed sober to make sure you'd get home okay, but he told you it was because he didn't like any of the alcohol there.

"Promise me we'll be each other's firsts, okay?" You had murmured out, stumbling into his arms. He knew you were gonna be killed if you went home this way, he wasn't blind to your bruises.

"Firsts? First what?" He didn't register it until moments later, too focused on how pretty you looked in the moonlight. Like something, someone, from a fairy tale. You were gorgeous, effortlessly so. He didn't know why you didn't see it. "Oh... sure, I mean it's not like I'm gonna find anyone else."

You continued to mumble as he led you back to the trailer park. He so badly wanted to kiss you at this moment, the stars the only witnesses, but he wasn't a creep, and he wasn't going to try something if he felt you wouldn't remember or worse, didn't want it.

Now fast forward a year later, and he's sitting, staring at you like you'd just told him you knew about his best-kept secret. "You... You remember? You were so drunk, I thought-"

"No matter how much I drank that night, I don't think I'd ever forget asking you to... well you know." You didn't want to carry on saying it, afraid that if you do he'll laugh, tell you that you're crazy or stupid. You were so caught up in feeling this way, in being in your own head, that you didn't realise he'd moved closer to you until suddenly his hands were on yours, his body between your knees.

"What... What if it wasn't null and void. What if we still did it? Only if you want to of course..." He wanted to tell her how beautiful you were. You'd known each other since they were kids, and in his eyes, you'd only gotten more beautiful with each passing second. Every moment with you was a moment he used to study the colours in your eyes, counting the small freckles on your arms. He knew you better than you knew yourself. He knew what you were capable of, of all your potential.

He'd always known you were more than Hawkins, more than the parents that would drag you down and squash your dreams in a heartbeat. He'd always known that if your heart ever broke, he'd replace it with his own in a second. He'd always known it was yours, ever since he'd seen you that first time.

You didn't know what to say. Your eyes were trained on his, and his eyes burned with something... unrecognisable. Something that made you feel warm. All it took was a nod of your head, and slowly he moved you onto the bed, ridding you both of your clothes.

His lips ghosted over your own, taking your breath in heavy pants, his arms steady by your head

And then he spoke those words. The ones that haunted you still. Those three small words would run through your mind late at night.

"Are you sure?"

You sometimes wondered what your life would be like if you changed your mind. If you told him you weren't sure. But late at night, when your mind won't turn off, all you can picture is his alabaster skin, his hands on you, holding you, cradling you, caring for you. The feel of his lips on yours. He tasted the same, it almost made you mad. Your skin still tingled from where he touched you, just like it had before. It almost made you scream.

Almost.

All these things, the small details that should irritate you, instead warmed you. Knowing he had changed in appearance only, something about that made you feel... some way as you stocked the shelves at work. But you couldn't, he was dating that overly preppy girl who would come around all the time. He was taken, spoken for, and in love with a girl who looked nothing like you. Pushing your thoughts and feelings aside, you gathered up your things as your shift ended.

You were due to collect your car from the garage of Waynes' friend. You hadn't spoken with him, but Wayne promised he was a good guy, best in Hawkins. And you trusted Wayne. He'd told you it was just a ten-minute walk from your job, which you were grateful for. As much as you'd come to like Simon, there were only so many times you could listen to him complain about the kids who delayed him in the mornings.

Stepping off the bus, you let out a long sigh, tired from the long day. All you were looking forward to was getting home so you could curl up on the couch with Willow, watching a film you let her pick out from Family Video. The guy from behind the counter was familiar, but you just couldn't place him.

Trudging along the street, feet barely lifting off the ground, you were sure Wayne had gotten it wrong and in fact, the garage was ten miles, not ten minutes.

As you walked you made a mental note of what you had to do once you got your car back. Laundry was top of the list, the downside of getting a trailer so soon and on such short notice is that you had no washer or dryer, leaving you to rely solely on the laundromat in town.

Trekking into town had been a nuisance, especially lugging the clothes to and from the laundromat. You were thinking of investing in a washboard and going all 1800s, but you knew that you wouldn't be able to keep up with the mountain of washing, or the pain it would cause your arms. Thankfully Wayne said you could start using his after mentioning that idea to him, so you didn't have to worry about it anymore after this load.

The garage was a rusty building, looking like it would collapse with one good gust of wind. But Wayne said that the guy working on your car was the best, although when you stepped inside you began questioning his judgement for the first time in your life.

Your car sat in the middle of the room, with no mechanic in sight. Loud banging could be heard, drilling and hammering, metal clanking off metal echoed and bounced around the room. You looked around and felt slightly exposed, worried the guy servicing the car would be a creep.

Due to the heat, you had opted for an off-the-shoulders top crop top and shorts, and if Greg's comments were anything to go by, you were showing a lot of skin.

"I'm uh... I'm here to pick up my car?" Your voice was meek, tiny and quiet as you attempted to call out, although thankfully someone heard you because you could hear footsteps coming towards you.

"Yeah, no problem, which one is i- Oh, it's you." He stood there, white muscle shirt clinging to his body and suddenly you forgot how to breathe. You weren't sure how you hadn't noticed it before, but despite his slender frame, he was actually pretty buff. Combined with sweat from working in the heat all day, every crease and dip and curve became all that more defined. You felt your mouth go dry as your core goes wet.

What were you supposed to do, he was standing there looking like someone out of a Playgirl magazine. a sweaty oily rag tossed over his shoulder and a grease smudge on his cheek.

His dark hair was a mess of loose curls, only made worse by his hand running through them, fussing with it and pushing it back. The majority of it was tied back in a bun, but there were a few stray pieces that framed his face, now sticking to it.

You stared at him for a few seconds without speaking, your mind blank. You were at a loss for words, which was very rare when it came to him. Most of the time you were cursing him from a height, or calling him every name under the sun before Willow even woke up in the morning. Just as you expected though, it didn't take long for you to find it again.

"Wait, you're looking after my car?" You were slightly annoyed, you had hoped to never run into him again if possible. You were also annoyed with Wayne, knowing without a doubt he had set this up. Had Eddie asked him too? Had Eddie done something to your car so you'd have to go to him? Okay, that may have been a stretch, but it couldn't be ruled out.

He looked at the ground, shuffling his shoes on the concrete and twisting his rings. You could feel his smirk before you could see it. That same damn smirk that used to make you weak in the knees. Turns out that some things never change. He crossed his arms over his chest, turning his head up to look at you like he was some kind of winner in this situation. Like he knew something you didn't. "This is the car I was assigned, why, is that a problem?" He looked down at your shoes and back up at you, eyes raking across your body and taking slightly longer to stare at your chest. Back in Nevada, you would have slapped a boy for doing that, but with Eddie, you felt... alright about it? You mimicked his stance, arms crossed under your chest, unknowingly pushing them up more.

"Shouldn't be, as long as you actually work on it and don't, you know, throw yourself at it with no warning." You glared daggers into him, letting him know exactly what you thought of his actions a few weeks ago. You would never admit you liked it. No, you would go to the grave with that secret.

You watched as his face fell, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as he looked... almost ashamed. Strangely, it made your heart sink. Did he regret it? Did he hate it? Did he hate that it was you? Maybe he thought it was going to feel different, maybe it wasn't the same for him as it was for you.

You couldn't take this anymore, you could feel tears brimming your eyes for some stupid reason and just needed to leave. You shouldn't care, he clearly didn't. "Look, just tell me how much I owe you and I'll be on my way." You didn't know why you were upset, you had filled your quota of tears over him in the months that followed after your last letter.

The letter where you told him to call you. That you had something you needed to tell him and that it didn't feel right to put it in a letter.

The letter he never responded to. The letter he never heeded. The letter that was the last time you spoke to him. You were terrified, going through a truly horrific time in your life and needing the man you loved, only for him to blank you.

"You, you don't owe me anything. It's um... it's on the house." He looked down at you with soft eyes. It hurt, the way he looked at you like an injured dove, pitying you.

"No, no I'm not taking your handouts, I'm paying for the service." You fumbled for your wallet in your bookbag, searching for it and getting irritated when you couldn't find it.

"Hey no, look I'm ser-" He began to try and get you to stop, trying to get your hands from your bag.

"So am I Eddie, I'm not going to be in debt to you." You pulled out the wallet finally, pushing a few dollar bills into his chest.

"Take the money, Eddie." You slammed it into his chest again and again, positively seething at his refusal. "I'm serious take the-"

He'd had enough. Clearly, words weren't getting through to you so he did the only thing he could think of. Grabbing your hands as they connected to his chest, he held your wrists, pinning you to a wall with the hands above your head, the cash falling from your fingers.

"Jesus Christ, do you ever shut up.'' His voice was dark, his forehead creased and his brows drawn together. He looked mad, annoyed almost, but not in a way you'd seen before. And you'd seen Eddie mad before.

You wrestled against his hold, not as hard as you could have. Secretly you didn't want to leave, you didn't want him to let go.

"Nice to see you're still as feisty as ever. At least that hasn't changed." He leaned in, speaking so close to you that his breath fanned your face. "God, I want to kiss you so bad right now." His eyes were fixed on your now trembling lips.

You don't know what came over you, you felt your eyes widen, breath catching in your throat, and suddenly... you got a hand free.

You should have pushed him, you should have stood your ground. But you didn't. Instead, you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his lips to yours in a heated moment of passion.

A surprised noise came from him, his hands dropping your own before recognition overcame him, and he was back in the moment, drowning in you. God what a way to die. But before he moved in further, he pulled back away and looked at you, the three words hanging in the air.

Are you sure?

Your delicate fingers latched into his hair before you had a chance to register it all, a hunger burning inside of you that had lay dormant for four years. A hunger that was only satiated by his lips on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth as a soft moan left you.

"You taste better than before, how the fuck do you taste better than before?" He spoke with an almost disbelief. You weren't sure what he meant, but then again you kind of did. Eddie used to taste like toothpaste and the knockoff cola Wayne would buy from the dollar store, but now... now he tasted of weed and cigarettes. The mint and cola were still there, buried in the back, but overall it was all him, it was all. Undeniably, unbelievably him.

He hummed against your lips, swiping his tongue along your lower one. "Mm, is that chapstick? Tastes nice." He swiftly devoured you again, and before you knew it, you're hands were on his waist, tugging his white shirt out of his jeans.

"Someone's hasty, at least buy a guy dinner first." He spoke mockingly, teasingly, as his lips devoured your own.

"Now who's the one who can't shut up?" As you said that, you felt his hand sneak up to your throat, holding you back to the wall in a show of desperation, eyes boring into yours. He didn't say a word, just letting you sink into the sticky pools of his eyes, allowing you to get stuck forever.

"You better watch that fucking mouth of yours." His voice held a mocking seriousness but was dark enough to make you inhale sharply.

In this moment, right now, you weren't in a mechanics shop, hell you weren't even in Hawkins. You were somewhere else entirely, some universe where nothing had ever happened. A world where your needy kisses, your flustered movements along his body held no deeper meaning.

Dipping his head, he kissed along a piece of your neck that makes your knees buckle beneath you. His hands found your elbows, holding you up and caging you in. You could feel his teeth grazing your skin, soft sounds spilling from you, your voice full of eagerness. You were a mess, a puddle in his hands.

You couldn't take it anymore. Once you found your feet, you pulled him off of you, a look of shock and worry appearing on his face. That was quickly wiped off when you pushed him back against your car, his hands splayed behind him on the door as you dropped to your knees.

You didn't know why you hadn't stopped yet, you were like a woman possessed. You knew you shouldn't do this, that this time of your life was meant to stay in the past, and you shouldn't fall back into old routines of pining for him. And yet all you wanted was to feel him. Feel his pulsing skin in your hands, feel each tremor and twitch and curve of his body against yours.

You looked up at him with serious yet comforting eyes. "Do you want this?" All he had to do was say the word, and she'd get up and walk away.

God she really didn't want him to say the word.

"Wha- what are you talking abou-" You cut him off as you put your hand on his denim-clad thigh. You were nervous. You'd never been with anyone apart from him. Things had gotten in the way. You knew he'd been with others, hell you saw girls leave his trailer just two days ago, and you had to admit it hurt like hell to see them.

"Do. You. Want. This." You spoke matter of factly, eyes wide and stern. Your heart felt like it was beating 100 miles a minute, your palms sweaty and your stomach in knots. You wanted this so bad, but you didn't know what it would mean if you went through with it. You pushed that thought to the back of your mind, your eagerness to feel him winning you over.

"Ye-Yes... I want this... I want you..." He spoke quietly, under his breath so you wouldn't hear the last part. "I've wanted you."

You nodded your head, looking back at his jeans where you saw the fabric strain a little. Hooking your fingers into his belt loops, you popped the button before pulling them down, his boxers following suit. Before you had a chance to react, his large leaking cock made a soft thump against his stomach.

Big didn't begin to describe it. Sure you'd felt it last time, but you never really had a chance to see it, nerves overcoming the both of you to the point that you just wanted it done and over with. Now, however, you wanted to savour it, you wanted to take your time.

He was thick too, he had to have grown because there was no way that it would have fit before. You must have been staring for a while because you heard a dark chuckle come from above you, his hand coming down to stroke your cheek, gripping your chin.

"What are you looking at?" His thumb brushed your bottom lip, fiddling with it. "Go on, you can tell me. Used to be able to tell me anything."

You took a breath, reaching a tentative hand out to touch his skin. "You... I'm looking at you..." You were truly speechless, unable to say much, your mouth watering at the sight of him. Gently, you went to touch his cock. You had his permission, you knew he wanted this just as much as you did, and soon that mind-fogging monster returned to cloud your judgement.

He groaned out as you wrapped your hand around him, his tip a fiery red as it presented to you. You stroked his shaft, soft and tenderly, eyes fixed on it. You got the same feeling as when you'd run the mile in high school, desperately thirsty.

Slowly, you slide just the tip of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, so light he can barely feel it - it's mostly just the sensation of your breath. You can sense his cock twitching, and feel it pulse in your hand.

Once you reach the head, you slide your lips over it ... just the head ... sucking it in, swirling your tongue around it. you can hear his breath catch as you suck a little harder.

"Shit babygirl, fuck..." His breath was heavy, chest heaving as he looked down at you, the way you rotated your hand along his shaft, suckling away at his head. "S'good, S'so good."

You were in a haze, you don't know what came over you, but you liked seeing him this way. Wanting you, needing you, calling you that name. You moaned as you heard it, feeling the vibrations in your hand as you took him in a bit more.

You tapped his cock on your tongue a few times, before placing sloppy wet kisses along the sides of him, moving lower and lower to his base. As you got to the bottom, you looked up at him with innocent, angelic, doe eyes, and sucked his balls into your mouth as you pumped his shaft.

"Holy shit... fuck yo-you're going to kill me, gonna drain my soul right out of my fucking balls baby." He was ashamed to admit how close he was. The feel of your warm wet mouth combined with the lingering taste of you was sending him into overdrive. "Fuck... come on, be a good girl and suck my cock for me."

You said nothing, you just tenderly licked his balls while warming them up with your mouth. You looked up and saw him, the way his body was tensing, the muscles in his hips contracting slightly as he bit his bottom lip, indicating to you that he was desperate not to cum yet.

You grinned, before removing your mouth from his balls and without a second's warning, you shoved his length deep into your mouth. You had returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. You wished you could deepthroat him, but the burn in the back of your mouth where you'd managed to get him to was almost too much.

"Shit shit shit... fuck I love your mouth, never had one like it, baby." He was almost jealous. No scratch that, he was insanely jealous. There was no way you'd gotten this good at sucking someone off without any practice. No way. He pushed that image aside though, choosing to live in the moment.

As you bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks around him, you almost dared him to cum, begged even. You wanted to know how it tasted, wanted to feel that sweet nectar running down your throat. Your eyes said as much, a pleasing look as tears stung the corners of them.

"S'good for me, oh...fuck...I'm gonna come soon, gonna cum down all in your mouth aren't I?"

Your pace and intensity grew with each movement up and down his shaft, making loud slurping and sucking sounds with your mouth, and tongue running along his underside. His cock was throbbing, you could feel it shaking in your mouth. You could see it now, the white-hot cum filling up your mouth, dribbling from your lips.

No sooner had you thought that than your cheeks were filled with him, the salty taste of him enveloping your senses. As you stared up at him, his eyes full of curiosity as if pondering your next move, you swallowed it all, licking your lips to clean up any that spilt.

You could tell he wasn't expecting that, because his mouth hung open a little as he caught his breath, chest heaving up and down as he tried to recover. "Jesus Christ, I didn't think you were gonna-" He was fastening up his jeans when he heard the click-clacking of a familiar pair of heels.

You however weren't familiar with the sound, yet you threw yourself together as fast as possible. The last thing you wanted was rumours spreading and having attention drawn to you. You grabbed a piece of blue tissue paper, cleaning off your spit just in time for whoever it was to come in.

"Hiya baby!"

Baby? Who the fuck was calling him baby? Turning around to face the person, your heart stopped. Standing before you was none other than Chrissy Cunningham. She'd been a star athlete when you were in middle school and from the looks of things that hadn't changed. You shot Eddie a look of confusion as she sauntered in, jacket draped over her arm.

"Oh... Chris, I didn't think you'd show up at my job." He wished she'd get the message that a casual fuck doesn't mean they're together. She was waltzing in here and ruining his chance of happiness.

"Oh course I'd show up here, can't miss seeing my hunky man in action." She hadn't even bothered to notice the other person in the room, she was always so used to having them try to talk to her first that when no one but Eddie spoke to her, she simply assumed they didn't exist. Although that was hard to do when those idiotic nonexistent people made noises like coughing. Or breathing.

You had cleared your throat, an apparent side effect of having given a taken man a blowjob, when the redheaded devil shot you daggers. Sweet, sickly daggers that pierced your skin with smiles. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, and you are?"

It hurt almost. Almost. Chrissy had made your life hell when you were in school together, something you didn't like to talk about given that she was not one but two grades below you. You remember when you got your period, having bled through your white jeans, and she tauntingly called you Bloody Mary until you left.

That was the same day Eddie had given you his prised jacket to cover yourself till you got home. The same jacket that he never took back. The same jacket that you gave to Willow that's way too big for her.

And now here she was, calling Eddie her man and acting like she didn't remember you. It stung, it made you feel belittled, and irrelevant. You felt invalidated by her response.

"I'm just here to get my car." As you spoke, you could feel the once passionate bond between you and Eddie splinter like glass before cracking into fragments. He must have felt it too, because he turned to look at her, taking her by the elbow to guide her from the garage.

"Look Chrissy I really don't have time to feed into this right now, I have work to do." He spoke with her quietly, when they reached the entrance, and just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, she kissed him.

And he kissed her back.

You felt your gut sink to the floor as you watched them exchange goodbyes as she left. You don't know why you felt this way, you knew he was sleeping around, you just didn't know he was also in a committed relationship. One thing you did know for certain, was you weren't about to be another one of his side pieces for him to call up in the middle of the night looking for a piece of ass.

"Sorry about that, I wasn't expecting her to be here. She normally never stops by." He walked over to the table, grabbing your keys to hand them to you. "So, next time you really need to let me go do-"

"There won't be a next time." You snatched your keys, fiddling with the lock on your car. You could sense him, the way his body stiffened at your words.

"What do you mean? bunny she means nothing!" He held out his hands in defence but it was useless, you saw the way she looked at him, how in love she was. You even saw with your own two eyes. If it meant nothing, he wouldn't have kissed back.

"I mean, there won't be a next time because this was a mistake, and from now on I think we should only see each other when I'm getting Willow from Wayne in the evenings." Finally finding the key, you get the door open. You slide in and turn it on, the sweet sound of the engine filling your ears.

"And stop calling me Bunny, you lost that privilege when you never called me." Before he had a moment to register your words, you were gone, your body drained of all its energy, sucked dry from you as if he was some sort of... energy vampire or something. Overall you had to put this down as one of the worst days of your life.

And you still didn't get to do the laundry.

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