RICHIE TOZIER:
BILL DENBROUGH:
STAN URIS:
BEVERLY MARSH:
SERIES:
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by httpasheiji
Contrary to popular belief, Richie Tozier knows a lot of things. He knows that Eddie’s skin is soft, and when you touch it it feels like a peach just waiting to be picked. He knows that Eddies laugh has got to be the most beautiful sound he’s ever head ever heard in his entire life. He knows the way to Eddies house (even in the dark) and he knows which branches on the tree by his window are best for climbing. And Richie knows, without a doubt, that one day they’re gonna leave Derry and never come back.
Words: 440, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
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it’s eddies month yayyy
please think about how frank was already ill when eddie turned 5
also think about how supportive he is of his son when he goes through the whole “rainbow is a color” phase while letting his son place a bunch of stickers on him
also there’s baby reddie if you squint really hard
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by zach_stone
“So, what’s your damage, Eds?” Richie says.
Eddie blinks down at the walkie. He’s so tired, he’s been hiking all day and it’s only sheer exhaustion that’s keeping him from freaking out about how itchy he feels right now and how he doesn’t see a shower anywhere in here. He scrubs at his eyes and then presses the button again. “Excuse me?”
“People take this job when they wanna get away from shit,” Richie says casually, like they’re discussing the weather. “So what’s wrong with you?”
“I — that’s — what the fuck’s wrong with you?” Eddie splutters. He’s way too fucking tired for this. Instinctively, he curls in the fingers of his left hand, running his thumb over the pale band of skin on his ring finger.
Richie laughs, a scratchy sound that makes Eddie’s chest tighten. “Hey man, maybe I just like trees.”
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Or, Eddie Kaspbrak, newly divorced, takes a summer job as a fire lookout in the Shoshone National Forest, with only the voice on the other end of his walkie talkie to keep him company. Inspired by the video game Firewatch.
Words: 14475, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
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how about 34 for reddie! it sounds really intimate/romantic
This only took 30 years but here it is. It’s not how I wanted it to be at all but it’s something? Right? Yeah?? I hope you like it.
#34 kiss prompts: Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.
Pairing: Reddie
Rating: Mature
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Eddie is sprawled out on the floor of Richie’s bedroom, feet up on the dresser and eyes on the TV set on top, where The Lost Boys is playing, volume low. The cover for the video is nearby, torn on the edges from overuse and years of being shoved in Richie’s backpack and carried to sleepovers at Bill’s. They’ve watched this movie hundreds of times, and they’ll watch it hundreds more, because Richie just can’t get enough of it.
Speaking of- Richie is right beside Eddie, mouthing the lines and tapping his long fingers against his knees, his voice a low, familiar sound that makes Eddie smile. It’s late, the clock on the desk reflecting a neon green twelve-zero-seven in the dark of the room, but Eddie isn’t sleepy. He never gets sleepy when he stays over at Richie’s. Not since the first time when they were ten, and Eddie pulled his first all-nighter, playing video games and reading comics, cracking up over funny expressions on their favorite characters.
“My own brother, a God damned shit sucking vampire!” Richie’s brows move up his forehead as he speaks, the light from the screen reflecting off his glasses. Richie chuckles, bumping Eddie’s shoulder with his. “This movie sucks so much.”
Eddie snorts, shoving at Richie’s knee with his foot. “You love it.”
“Nah.”
“Fucking liar.”
“It’s funny,” Richie says, rolling on his side and facing Eddie. He narrows his eyes in a dramatic glare. “Careful, Eds. I’m a shit sucking vampire.”
Reaching out, Eddie shoves Richie’s face away, laughing when Richie falls back into their piled blankets and pillows. “You’re just a shit sucker.”
Richie gets up and to his feet. “Jaysus. You’re after my throat tonight, huh?”
“You deserve it,” Eddie quips, no longer paying attention to Richie as he heads over to his messy closet.
Eddie sighs, stretching his toes out as he stares off, not watching the screen anymore. They start college in a month, and though they’re both headed to Boston– along with Bill, Ben, and Mike– Eddie dreads the end of these easy, wonderful nights. The end of spending so much time together, of sharing everything in their lives that they can call their own. Like Richie’s sweaters, that Eddie always ends up wearing when he’s cold. And Eddie’s softest pillow, that he gives to Richie whenever he sneaks over to Eddie’s in the middle of the night, to squeeze and hold as he falls asleep to nightmares.
Eddie is startled out of his thoughts by Richie settling down beside him, looking much more comfortable in a tee and shorts. “What’s that look for?” he asks, leaning down and peering into Eddie’s eyes. “You’re making your grumpy face.”
“I’m fine,” Eddie says, forcing his eyes away from Richie’s blue, blue stare. “Just kinda tired.”
“Then go to sleep, dumbass.”
“I could if you’d shut the fuck up.”
Smirking, Richie falls back, dark hair curled over the pillows, the screen light bouncing off his glasses again. “You’re not tired. Who is the fucking liar now, huh?”
Eddie can’t help the smile that curls over his lips, even though he’s trying to force his mouth into a thin line. “I’m not lying, asshole.”
“Yes you are!” Pushing up on his elbow, Richie pokes Eddie’s side with his free hand. “Like I don’t know you? You get all cuddly when you’re about to pass out. Trying to spoon me.”
Cuddly. Something in Eddie’s stomach twists at the way the word leaves Richie’s mouth. The same thing that always reacts to the unexpected ways Richie shows he pays attention. “I’m not cuddly,” Eddie says, failing to keep a straight face. “Shut up and watch your movie.”
Richie chuckles. “You’re caught.”
“Shh. The movie.”
“You’re a big time cuddler.”
“And you’re a big time moron.”
“So mean,” Richie says, then pokes Eddie’s side again. “Don’t be a dick.”
Eddie shoves at Richie’s face again, but Richie catches his hand that time, brings it to his mouth. Eddie’s chest goes tight at the warm breath brushing over his skin. Until Richie smirks, cocks one brow, then bites the pad of Eddie’s middle finger.
“Ow. What the fuck?” Eddie pulls his hand away, glaring. “What’s wrong with you?”
Richie’s grin is wide, a little crooked, like the angle that his glasses are sitting on his nose. “I’m a shit sucking vampire.”
Rolling his eyes, Eddie considers kicking him in the head. Or the balls. “Then suck on yourself!”
Cackling, Richie spreads his legs out in front of him, then bends down toward his lap. His voice is strained as he bobs his head a few times and says, “Nah. Can’t do it. You’ll have to do it for me.”
Eddie kicks him in the thigh, cheeks hot and ears burning. “Suck a fat one.”
“I would, but your mom-”
Eddie swings the pillow at him, catching Richie right in the face, almost knocking his glasses off. “Shut up.”
Richie’s unfazed, falling back into the blankets and laughing hard. Loud enough to wake his mom and dad. “You’re so mad! Why are you mad?”
“Cause you’re talking about my mom!”
“I always talk about fucking your mom. What’s the big deal?”
Eddie’s not even sure why he’s mad, so he doesn’t bother answering. Face flushing deep. Embarrassed. He just crawls under the thin sheet he stole from Richie’s bed, pulling it up over his head. Fucking jerk.
“What are you doing?” Richie says, tugging on the sheet. “Are you hiding?”
“Going to sleep.”
“It’s like, only a little after midnight.”
“Goodnight, Dick.”
“Okay, okay.” Richie reaches out, fingers sneaking under the sheet to take Eddie’s hand in his again. “I’m sorry. Forgive me, Eddie my love?”
Eddie sighs, deflated, and kicks the sheet away. “It’s fine. Just. I’m tired. Ok? I’m gonna sleep.”
Richie is quiet for a moment, eyes big and deep and so blue. “Hmm okay,” he says, but he squints, and Eddie knows he isn’t buying it. “I don’t think you’re tired at all.”
“Don’t think too hard there, Rich.”
Richie goes on, ignoring Eddie’s insult. “You’re embarrassed.”
This trips Eddie up, makes him stop before he can spit out another comeback. Yeah, he’s embarrassed, but Richie’s never called him out on it before. “And why would I be embarrassed?”
“No idea, but you’re face is all red like you are.”
Eddie looks away, withering under Richie’s stare. “I’m not. I’m mad that you bit me. Like, who does that?”
“I’m sorry,” Richie mumbles, then he pulls Eddie’s hand up to his mouth again. “Okay?” He breathes out, and presses his lips to the soft pad of Eddie’s finger.
Eddie inhales, just sharp enough for Richie to notice, and it should end there, but Richie pauses instead of moving away. Long enough for their eyes to meet in the glow from the TV. It’s one of those weird little moments, where Eddie isn’t sure what’s about to happen, but the air is charged around them, a sudden change.
Richie goes on, breath hot and damp on Eddie’s palm, warm mouth dragging over Eddie’s dry skin. And higher, to press a kiss to the inside of Eddie’s wrist. Slow. Hesitant. Eddie’s heart jumps hard in his chest, every spot Richie’s mouth touches on fire. He should stop this. He should shove Richie away, call him an idiot. Something that would bring this back to normal territory. But he doesn’t. Eddie doesn’t say a word as Richie kisses up his arm, over the crazy sensitive skin (has it always been this fucking sensitive?) of his inner arm, the inside of his elbow. Lingering as he gets close to the fold of Eddie’s sleeve.
Richie pauses, lips hovering over Eddie’s shirt, and their eyes meet again. A deep swooping runs through Eddie’s stomach, his breath getting shorter as Richie waits. Just as Eddie’s about to tell Richie to get the fuck off him, Richie’s eyes drop to Eddie’s mouth, a brief glance that lights heat in his chest and skin.
Bringing his free hand up, Eddie cups the back of Richie’s neck and pulls him in, lips missing the mark and catching the corner of Richie’s mouth instead. But Richie adjusts with a sharp gasp, palms suddenly on Eddie’s face, a gentle touch that spills the truth, despite how hard Richie’s kissing him back. And Eddie’s had so few kisses in his life that he’s not sure what the hell to do, but he follows Richie’s lead, holding on to his best friend with trembling hands.
Pulling back to breathe, Richie buries his face in Eddie’s shoulder, slipping the neck of the tee down and mouthing a hot trail over the flushed skin there. A sound chokes Eddie off, one he can’t hold in when Richie’s teeth skim the base of his neck.
“Richie,” Eddie groans, legs falling open as Richie’s thin hips get so close to him. So, so close. “Rich…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Richie’s eyes come into view again, heavy and lidded as he stares down at Eddie. “What the hell, Eds?” His voice is breathless and low. “We’re kinda making out here. What’s happening?”
“I want you.” The words are out of Eddie’s mouth before he can think twice about admitting it. “I want to be with you.”
“Fuck,” Richie groans, dropping his head to rest on Eddie’s chest. He speaks muffled into the fabric of Eddie’s shirt. “I’m dreaming. I gotta be.”
Frowning down at the mass of dark hair hiding Richie from him, Eddie rubs his palms over Richie’s back, urging him gently to look at him. “What do you mean?”
Lifting his head, Richie moves up a bit and settles between Eddie’s legs, warm and perfect and hard against him. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since we were like, fucking twelve, dude.”
“Really?”
Nodding, Richie leans in, presses a sweet, slow kiss to Eddie’s lips, a kiss that Eddie deepens, wrapping his arms around Richie’s back, one hand pushing under the hem of his shirt to touch smooth skin, the other getting lost in Richie’s hair. Gripping the strands hard as Richie’s hips jerk against him.
The damn movie is still playing, a background to the sharp breaths and gasps, and Eddie can barely hear it. So caught up in Richie’s mouth and his taste and how good his hair smells, and every little sound he makes as Eddie slides a knee over his hips. Lifts up to meet the little rolls of Richie’s body.
“Wait. Wait, fuck.” Richie pulls back, so flushed and hair a bigger mess than usual from Eddie’s hands. “Eds. I can’t. If you don’t want more than this, I’m gonna have to tap out.
Rolling his eyes, Eddie pulls Richie back to him. “Asshole. I do want more.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” Eddie says, then squeezes his thighs around Richie’s waist. “Fucking kiss me. Be my boyfriend, or whatever.”
Richie smiles wide, whispers, “Okay,” and then they’re kissing again.
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Chapter 1 - “Tour groups sure are fun, aren’t they?”
My contribution to the @itfandomprompts IT Fandom Week day 3: Summer Romance AU This started simple, but I got super carried away so now it’s a multi-chaptered thing oops I’m not even sorry
Summary:
Eddie is on his summer vacation when he meets the charming tour guide Richie Tozier, and even though he’s only staying there for five days, that doesn’t stop Eddie from falling utterly and completely in love.
Word count: 6908 Pairing: Reddie Rating: Explicit (this chapter isn’t, but there will be sexual content in a later chapter) Warnings: Mentions of sex, drinking alcohol, cursing
Eddie had always dreamt of travelling across Europe with train. Ever since listening to Bev and Ben talk about the trip they went on the summer three years ago, it was all he wanted to do. From Berlin to Prague to Paris, then Budapest and Brussels, to Munich and Amsterdam, all these wonderful places he’d heard so much about, but never seen for himself.
Ben had been his best friend ever since they were kids and they had stayed that way until they finished high school. Beverly had come into their lives the senior year when Ben started dating her, and she’d fit in so well with them that it felt natural to go from a duo to a trio. And even though they were couple, the two of them never acted in a way that made Eddie feel like he was third-wheeling.
It had been Beverly who had wanted to go to Europe that summer after graduation, the adventurous girl that she was, and so her and Ben planned it together, saving up tons of money for the train tickets. If Eddie was honest, he had been horrified at the thought of travelling like that, three weeks with no permanent place to stay, living in shitty motels, a new one every couple of days.
Didn’t seem like a very relaxing vacation if you asked him.
But when the two of them had returned, they had seemed like new people, suntanned and happier than Eddie had ever seen them.
(prompt: AU where Mike H is Stan’s guardian angel and one day Stan accidentally finds out about him and he’s really freaked out at first but then they fall in love - @moonlighttozier)
Stan had never been injured. Ever. No sprained wrists, no broken bones, no serious scrapes. Just tiny paper cuts and cat scratches. He never really wondered why. He didn’t take risks. Risks are stupid and get you injured, so Stan didn’t take them.
But today wasn’t a risk. It was an accident.
“Maybe it was a little fucked up that he took considerable pleasure in watching his boyfriend of almost ten years cry as Richie denied him what he wanted most, but he couldn’t bring himself to care so much. If Eddie had caught on to his little guilty pleasure, he never mentioned it to Richie, and if he had an issue with the way Richie teased him in bed, he would have definitely called him out on it by now.”
“Wow, I’ve never been called a literal angel before.” He’s no longer laughing, but his smile is wide and his eyes were still bright.
“Baby, that should be considered a damn crime,” he sighs, shaking his head in disbelief. “You deserve to be worshipped.”
“A beautiful blond between his legs was not the direction he thought his Monday would be going, but he wasn’t going to question it. Even if a part of him knew that doing this in a courtroom, where anyone could walk in on them at any moment, was a horrible idea. Then again, Richie wasn’t known for his good ideas, much less for his common sense, and so he shrugged away any lingering doubt as he surrendered to the feeling of Eddie’s hands.”
hitched
pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier [reddie] word count: 3,721 chapter count: 1 of 3 summary: Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie’s middle and buried his face into Richie’s neck. Richie startled for a moment, before wrapping his arms around Eddie and pulling him closer. “Damn, Eds.” Richie said, not understanding why his voice came out so hoarse all of a sudden. “Been a long time since I got a Kaspbrak hug.” warnings: alcohol consumption, airplane anxiety,
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Richie pulled the blanket firmer around himself. He tried to sink further into his mattress, hoping it would swallow him whole and drag him right down into the under world. It had been almost three weeks since Sandy had packed up all her belongings, and taken off while Richie had been at work. There had been a letter stuck up to his fridge, a letter that Richie had read over a hundred times, until Stan had stolen it from him and ripped it up in hopes that it would get Richie out of the funk. It had only made it worse. Richie simply went to work, and went home. Curled up in bed. Listened to his sad hours playlist on Spotify on a loop.
Richie’s bedroom door swung open, prompting Richie to tense up under his blankets. If he stayed still enough, maybe whoever had decided to interrupt him would think he wasn’t there. Or that he’d died and deserved to be left in peace.
I don’t wanna make a wish in that fuckin thing,
It is now that Richie comes to the teeny tiny conclusion that, at this point, he really hasn’t got anything to lose; that he’s strapped into sparkly, twelve-year-old roller-skates, and he’s somewhere new without his parents for the first time, and he’s with a boy instead, a boy who holds his hand and looks like he’s made out of Ancient Greek marble and biscuit dough. Eddie, a boy who’d watched him choke and smash glasses and crouch like a child under bubblegum-thick dining tables, and had nothing to say about the lot of it apart from to jokingly call him his ‘boyfriend’ with a sweet-hearted hand ‘round his cheek. Nothing to give him but all the light in his heart. And it is now that Richie, strangely, newly, does not feel particularly embarrassed of himself…
Title: The Way You Make Me Feel
Pairings: Reddie, Benverly, Stanbrolon
Warnings/Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamic, Alpha Richie, Omega Eddie, Mpreg, Friends to Lovers
Summary: After getting a desperate phone call in the middle of the night, Richie races over to Eddie’s place to help him get through another unmated heat. At first, it seems to be simple enough. But soon enough, they are faced with the unintended consequences of their actions. As they prepare to enter the wild world of parenthood, the two begin to see each other in a different light and form a special bond that stretches way beyond the normal bounds of their friendship.
Title: The Way You Make Me Feel
Pairings: Reddie, Benverly, Stanbrolon
Warnings/Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamic, Alpha Richie, Omega Eddie, Mpreg, Friends to Lovers
Summary: After getting a desperate phone call in the middle of the night, Richie races over to Eddie’s place to help him get through another unmated heat. At first, it seems to be simple enough. But soon enough, they are faced with the unintended consequences of their actions. As they prepare to enter the wild world of parenthood, the two begin to see each other in a different light and form a special bond that stretches way beyond the normal bounds of their friendship.
Preview:
Richie lazily opened an eye, smiling at him. “You still owe me a massage you know.”
Cocking his head Eddie replied, “What?”
“From the other day by the pool. We bet a massage and you lost.”
Slowly Eddie remembered and shook his head. He remembered the incident but- “That was a joke.”
Richie sat up, opening his eyes the rest of the way. “Just because you lost doesn’t make it a joke.”
“No the fact that I was joking makes it a joke.”
“If you had won I’d give you a massage.” Richie said, leaning towards him. “Come on, I’m sore from swimming.”
“That’s because you need to work out, you have noodle arms.” He retorted, poking Richie’s forearm and making Richie smile.
Summary:
His thoughts were cut off abruptly however, as his eyes were covered and an all too familiar voice was in his ear, sending shivers all the way down his spine, “Well hello there gorgeous, fancy meeting you here.” Then the hands were gone and Eddie was turning around, cheeks flushed red, to meet the gaze of Richie Tozier. “Heya, Eds.”
“Richie…”
(or a HS reunion second chance fic I’ve been writing since August)
words: 7,092
rating: E
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Reddie + 7 :)
7. Fake Relationship AU
A/N: Fair warning, there’s going to be mentions of domestic violence/abuse. This prompt *took* me somewhere, y’all.
Richie woke up to frantic banging on his front door.
Groaning, he felt around the nightstand for his glasses, poking his eye as he slid them on. The knocking came again, just as urgent as before. He grumbled and checked his phone.
2:46 AM
On a Thursday.
This better be fucking good, he thought.
