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blondekasp · 4 years

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this isn’t meant to be a proper piece of writing i’m just putting my thoughts down before i forget lmao

richie flops down onto the couch with his head in eddie’s lap when he finds the man in question sitting there in the middle of a movie richie doesn’t think he’s seen. eddie’s too invested in the plot of the movie to notice richie’s phone camera pointing towards him from an awkward upwards angle, an almost failed attempt at trying to fit eddie and himself into the frame. “you want something to eat, rich? i have some chocolate here.” (it’s taken richie a while to help eddie work up to eating sugary foods like this; he’s not entirely sure eddie’s had the chance to eat chocolate at any point in his life other than during his time in california with richie, but richie doesn’t ask him about it) he shakes his head, shifting a little to try to get comfortable.

“hey, settle down, you’re alright.” eddie slides his hands under richie’s head and lifts it a little to reposition him so that he’s lying face up. he can be a little bossy, but in the gentlest way possible and richie loves it. eddie resents it so much, it’s a reminder of his upbringing and the characteristics his mother instilled in him, but richie is always quick to remind him that he doesn’t feel controlled, and likes that eddie cares for him so much. he smiles down at richie for a few moments and goes back to watching the movie. richie grins at the camera as eddie begins stroking his hair and pushing it back out of his eyes. he grabs one of eddie’s hands and starts kissing the back of it, making eddie do his cute little giggle-snort thing, “rich, stop that!” he laughs when richie starts kissing the inside of his wrist and pulling his arm down a little so he can move up the inside of it, tickling eddie’s skin. “you’re such a menace.”

“you know you love it, eds, makes you all chuckalicious, eh?”

“oh hush, we’re not bringing that back, let it die with derry.”

“don’t be so grumpy, my love! don’t pretend you aren’t enamoured by everything i do.”

then, whatever the two men decide to do next is obscured from view by richie setting his phone down on the coffee table, and the video cuts off a few moments later, only the sound of their laughter available to the audience.

the video pops up on richie’s twitter a few hours later, captioned with something like “eddie spaghetti, my below-average height husband, the apple of my eye, loves me back, #exposed” and people go crazy over it, even though it’s a mere forty five second glance at richie and eddie’s day. a few people question what eddie meant by “let it die with derry”, but they don’t find out.

the tweet is followed up ten minutes later by another, this time including a picture of eddie, curled up in a ball on the sofa against richie’s pecs, his hands—one flesh, the other a prosthetic—covering his very flustered face. richie’s smiling into the camera, the cheekiest grin he can pull spread across his face, his arm wrapped tightly around eddie’s shoulders. he looks pleased with himself. eddie on the other hand, looks so flustered that the world has watched him play with richie’s hair for the man’s comfort. no caption is needed on the photo, people love it regardless.

#havent proof read this because im half asleep lmaO #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie headcanon #reddie oneshot #amputee eddie kaspbrak #mine

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ao3feed-strangerthings · 4 years

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Bottom Of The River

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by Frxshstqn

And if you fall, and if you fall... Hold my hand, Oh baby! It’s a long way down to the bottom of the river...

Words: 1488, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti), Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Eleven | Jane Hopper, Mike Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Erica Sinclair, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Will Byers, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh, Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough, Georgie Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Eddie Kaspbrak, Mike Hanlon, Henry Bowers, Connor Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Reginald "Belch" Huggins, Victor Criss

Relationships: Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough/Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough/Richie Tozier/Stanley Uris, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh

Additional Tags: Mike Wheeler and Richie Tozier are brothers, Richie Tozier Has Powers, Eleven | Jane Hopper Has Powers, Sibling Bonding, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Homophobic Language, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period-Typical Racism, Bullying, Beverly Marsh Lives With Her Aunt, Beverly Marsh & Richie Tozier Are Best Friends, Richie Tozier is a Mess, Richie Tozier Has ADHD, Stanley Uris Has OCD, Georgie Denbrough Lives, Amputee Georgie Denbrough, Richie Tozier-centric, Richie is 006, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things

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ao3feed-mileven · 4 years

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Bottom Of The River

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by Frxshstqn

And if you fall, and if you fall... Hold my hand, Oh baby! It’s a long way down to the bottom of the river...

Words: 1488, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti), Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #mileven #eleven/mike wheeler

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blondekasp · 3 years

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What Do You Think of Me?

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*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧

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“M’gonna go for a quick smoke. You wanna join me, Eds?” Eddie hates cigarettes. He hates the smell n’ what they do to people n’ if he’d ever tried one, probably the taste of them, too. He wishes Richie wasn’t a smoker, hopes he hasn’t been one for too long at the very least. Though, he faintly remembers Richie smoking with Bev as children, he’s not too sure if that’s a real memory or something he conjured up himself. The past is still foggy.

He hates cigarettes, n’ yet, “Yeah, I'll go with you, Rich.”

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@purplepoisonedgem @richietoaster @bellarosewrites @s-s-georgie @ghostnebula @madi-main @gazebobullshit @thoughtfullyyoungduck @aangzukos @ambitiousskychild

#reddie #reddie oneshot #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #secret santa event #amputee eddie kaspbrak #losers club #it stephen king #it 1990 #it miniseries #mike hanlon #mine

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blondekasp · 4 years

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Absolutely Smitten

hihi!! so this is my gift to @november-hydrangea for the @itfandomprompts gift exchange, i’m sorry it’s a little late (had some internet troubles haha) but i hope you like it!

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“Hey there, blondie. S’it okay if I sit here?” He wasn’t expecting to interact with someone so soon. But this is good, he supposes, it’s better to get the weight of first interactions with new people out of the way right out of the gate—he’ll maybe feel more prepared for class, later.

So he smiles, nods n’ watches the man sit down on the bench at the other side of the table, chunky ringlets bouncing around his head as he offers a braced grin. “Are ya just starting here?” Eddie short circuits for a moment, then remembers what the man must be talking about, n’ he sits up a little straighter.

“Oh, yeah, it’s my first year. Are you?” He receives an enthusiastic nod and a flash of buck teeth emerging from behind curved lips. His glasses are clunky, maybe a little too big for his face. The lenses are thick, too, magnifying his eyes to the maximum, n’ it’s maybe not a conventional look but it somehow completes his appearance. “Do you need directions or something?”

“Nah, I’ll figure tha’ stuff out, don’t worry, pal. I was actually wondering if ya wanted to join, a club, maybe more of a group, of sorts that me n’ my best girl Bev are starting?” He nudges his coke bottle glasses a little further up his nose, “It’s for, as Bev likes ta say, ‘friends of Dorothy’, so, would ya happen to be one?”

He’d heard about friends of Dorothy before, mostly whisperings between them in high school, n’ maybe it was because he paid too much attention, but he knew what it meant. Something twists achingly behind his ribs.

“Oh, I, uh, no! Uh, I…”

“Hey, hey, s’only a question, promise. M’not trying to catch you out.” The man’s eyes widen a little, azure irises covered over by pale lids, n’ then revealed again as he holds up his hands, as if to show that he meant no threat. Eddie suddenly feels his cheeks begin to burn like the eventide. “If you’re not, tha’s cool, but if you are, tha’s swell, too. N’ if ya wanna hang out after your classes or somethin’, we’ll be at the café across the street. Five o’clock.” He jerks his thumb behind him, n’ Eddie’s line of sight follows. He memorises the name, even if he’s not going to go.

Rather than open his mouth n’ embarrass himself further, Eddie nods. The man breaks out into a grin, “Neat, m’Richie by the way. I didn’t get your name either, blondie.”

“Oh, oh, it’s Eddie.” Richie holds his hand out, Eddie takes it slowly, shakes it, n’ lets it go soon after.

He’d thought that Richie would leave right away, now that the conversation is over, but it appears that he plans to stay. It’s silent, mostly, other than Richie making a passing comment or two about the weather, or people walking by. He asks Eddie about his classes, what his major is. He finds out in return that Richie is a drama major— it makes sense, Eddie thinks.

“Okay, I have to go, I have class now.” Eddie rises from the bench, gathering up his water n’ backpack, sun catching in his eyes for a moment before he raises his hand to shield them. “It was nice meeting you, Richie, you’re an interesting character.” He chuckles in spite of himself.

Richie stands, too, picking up his own things n’ smiling to Eddie. “You too, Eds, you’re a real cutie.” He winks, overly playful, a little ironically, n’ Eddie’s grip on his backpack tightens a little.

“My name is Eddie.” He reminds the man, face betraying him with a small smile. “I don’t usually go for nicknames.”

He’s met with a faux thoughtful expression, “Isn’t Eddie already a nickname?” N’ he can’t seem to think of a response to that, “See ya ‘round, Eds!” Before he can protest, Richie’s already bouncing away, but Eddie doesn’t have time to see where he goes off to, he has to go to class.

College isn’t what Eddie had thought it would be. Honestly, he’s not too sure what he’s been expecting until now, but he knows that it’s different. Classes are more laid back than they were in high school, the people are friendlier—though it wouldn’t be hard to find people to be nicer than most he’s met before, having grown up in the murder capital of Maine. Generally, though, the entirety of it is a breath of fresh air. He gets to stay in a dorm, by himself, away from the prying eyes of Ma, away from church, away from everyone who’d had a ruthless comment or two to make about him back home.

Five o’clock comes faster than he’s been anticipating, n’ as much as he dislikes the fact, he’s actually considering going to the little café across the street. It would be a nice way to wind down, ‘cause even if he’s elated to be here, the transition is stressful. But he wonders if he will be admitting something to himself if he goes.

By the time he makes it to the café, it’s gone quarter past five—if he hadn’t spent time fussing over whether or not he was actually going n’ walking back n’ forth between the college n’ the sidewalk where he’d have to cross, he’d probably have gotten there earlier.

Upon entering the café, he feels slightly intimidated. He hopes people aren’t staring at him, in Derry they stared a lot. “Eds, hey!” Thankful that he won’t have to awkwardly search for them, now, he gives Richie a tight lipped smile, n’ slowly walks across the room to their table. There’s seven of them, he realises, all very different looking people.

“That’s Miss Marsh, otherwise known as Bev.” Richie stands from the table, gesturing towards the red-headed woman who approaches him, holding out her hand. “She’s a real spitfire.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Eddie. D’ya like coffee?”

Eddie nods, “Oh, yeah, I like coffee. It’s nice to meet you, too.” He doesn’t like coffee, not really, anyway. It’s too bitter for his taste, even with sugar to sweeten it. He drinks it, though, every morning, if only to spite Ma. She’d never let him have coffee, or any caffeinated drink—said it would damage your heart, Eddie bear, you know how fragile it is. It hadn’t, of course.

“Great, I’ll go order you some.” She winks, reminiscent of the one Richie had thrown his way earlier in the day. He’s greeted by five others, Stan, Patty, Mike, Bill n’ Ben, or as Richie likes to call them—Stan the Man, Patpat, Micycle, Billiam n’ Haystack. They introduce themselves one by one, with kind smiles n’ a hug or a handshake to offer. He watches all of their eyes briefly flicker to his left shoulder, where his shirt is tied off n’ there’s a distinct lack of an arm, but they don’t ask, or look at him strangely, like he’s used to people doing.

Bev comes back a few minutes later, sits a cup n’ a small plate with a cookie on it down in front of Eddie, “Oh, thank you.” He smiles, finally pulling his jacket down from his shoulders n’ draping it over the back of his chair. “I’m Eddie, by the way.”

“Thanks for coming, Eds. We just thought this would be a good way to meet some new people who have things in common. Make things easier, have some good chucks.” Good chucks? “Stan, Patty n’ Mike are together, Bill has a girlfriend called Audra but she couldn’t make it n’ me, Miss Marsh n’ Haystack are all single pringles. Ya got a sweetheart yourself, Eds?”

“Oh, no, I don’t. Not many options where I lived, before I came here.” He explains, taking a sip of coffee. They all nod, murmurings of understanding coming from around the table. “Are all of you in college?”

Mike starts first, “I’ve been working on my family’s farm back home for years, I’m here with Stan an’ Patty while they get settled in n’ then I’ll just be visiting at weekends.” Stan takes Mike’s hand n’ squeezes it gently, Patty watches, smiling softly. “The rest of you are in college, right?”

“Yeah, n’ it’s already better than high school.” Richie interjects, “My comedic genius went very underappreciated in high school.” He explains solemnly, dramatically, n’ Eddie can’t help but chuckle.

“I’m yet to hear some of this ‘comedic genius’ that you speak of.” Eddie remarks, n’ Richie gasps, throwing a hand over the right side of his chest.

“Oh, you wound me, Eds! Already broken my heart n’ I’ve barely known you a day.”

“Your heart is on the left side, Einstein.” Richie waves him off, leaning over the table. Eddie feels himself lean closer, narrowing his eyes playfully. “Can I help you with something?”

Richie pinches his cheek gently, “You're a real cutie, Eds. You’ll be positively chuckalicious in no time, I promise m’hilarious.” He sits back, wiggling his eyebrows obnoxiously at Eddie, before taking a bite of his sandwich. He rolls his eyes at Richie, shaking his head as if in disagreeal. “Don’t believe me?”

“No, not really. How could I?”

“Alright, let me prove it.”

Suddenly, it’s six-thirty n’ he’s been watching Richie prove his comedic skill for an hour. About forty minutes ago, he was trying his best to blow Eddie away with his impressions which yes, even if Eddie tried hard not to show it, he thought were actually very funny. Twenty minutes ago, he decided that he wanted to showcase his ventriloquist act, but explained that since he doesn’t have his doll with him, he’d have to draw a face on his hand n’ improvise. Eddie’s almost thankful for the lack of preparation for this act, ‘cause the sight of Richie using his hand to flirt with Eddie is truly something else.

The others have almost faded into the background, ‘cause, unexpectedly, Richie is right at the forefront of his attention. He’s almost mesmerising, his confidence n’ charm to be admired. “Awh, come on, Eds. Whatddya say, my buddy here has all the top tier characteristics required of someone who can treat you right.” He moves his hand up n’ down rhythmically, as if to make it nod along with him, “He can be real handy when you need it.”

“Oh my God, Richie.” Eddie pushes him back a little, rolling his eyes n’ giggling as his face blooms red, “M’sorry but I think I’ll have to reject your hand, I already have a great one. I can write with it n’ everything.” He waves his right hand in front of Richie’s face, n’ proceeds to have it ‘kissed’ by Richie’s hand-puppet.

“That’s too bad, you two would’ve been great together, pal.” Richie nods solemnly at his hand, before putting it in his pocket. “So what’s your verdict, Eds? Do you deem me funny enough to be worthy of your friendship?” He casts a hand over his eyes, dramatically awaiting Eddie’s ‘important decision’.

Eddie giggles, “Yes, okay, but just know that even if I’m rejecting him, it was your hand friend that convinced me. He’s funnier than you.” He watches, amused, as Richie goes on another spiel about his poor broken heart n’ how he’ll never recover. When Richie’s finally done, n’ he’s flopped back down into his seat, Eddie finishes off what’s left of his coffee, still smiling to himself. Putting his cup down, he checks his watch, “Alright, I think I’m gonna go back to m’dorm now, m’kinda tired.”

“Okay, no worries, Eds. Think I’ll turn in for now, too. I could walk you back, if you like.” He offers, starting to pack up his bag as Eddie does the same. “Only if you want me to, of course.”

A little more time with Richie would be nice, he thinks. “Oh, sure, Richie. If you want to.” He nods, standing up, “It’s been great to meet you all. I hope we can hang out again soon, it was fun.”

“Of course! I’m glad you had fun, Eddie.” Ben pipes up, reaching up to pat his arm. Bev nods beside him, delighted, n’ the others all share murmurs of agreement. They’ve been kinder to him in a few hours than any of the people in his hometown in eighteen years.

Eddie says his goodbyes, lets Richie do the same, n’ then they’re off. The walk isn’t too long, the weather is still nice n’ the sun is just setting. It’s still busy on the streets, presumably other college students going out with their friends. “My dorm is just over here.” He points to the block closest to them. Richie nods, walking him over to the bottom of the building.

“Did ya have fun, today?” Richie asks when they stop outside the door, finally facing Eddie fully. He shoves his hands into his pockets, rocking back n’ forth on his feet. “I hope I wasn’t too, uh, loud, for you.”

Eddie shakes his head quickly, “Oh, no, of course not. I had a lot of fun, actually. More than I’ve had in a long time. So thank you.” Richie grins, looking sort of relieved. He pushes his glasses up again, Eddie thinks it might be a nervous tic of some sort.

“Of course, Eds, I’m glad.” He pauses for a moment, like he’s picking his next words carefully, “Say, uhm, would you maybe like to have breakfast with me, tomorrow? If you’re free?”

“Oh.” Eddie begins, taken aback. He hadn’t been expecting any of them to ask for more time with him outside of meeting all together. It’s a good thing, though, he supposes, to have made a new friend so quickly. Hell, to have made seven by the end of his first real day here. This is why he’s here. He doesn’t need Ma anymore. “I think that would be great. What time?”

“Ten o’clock? I’ll meet you out here? I saw a little diner a few streets away, we could maybe try it out.”

“I’d like that.” He agrees, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Rich.”

Richie comes a little closer, n’ bends down to press a short kiss to Eddie’s cheek. “Bye, Eds, see you tomorrow.” Then he’s moving back, waving briefly, n’ walking off the same way he had this morning. Eddie's heart picks a little, just enough to send a warm buzz around his ribs, into his fingertips.

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #amputee eddie kaspbrak #blonde eddie #reddie oneshot #it 1990 #it 2017 #it stephen king #reddie college au #fandom exchange #mine

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blondekasp · 4 years

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Eddie wearing Richies clothes. Any and everything, i wanna hear it.

oh my god yes okay, i hope it’s okay for me to place them as middle aged here, i’m a sucker for their relationship after their second time in derry

so i like to think that as an adult richie changes from being quite skinny like he was in his younger years, to filling out and letting himself indulge more, his body is softer and he’s much taller than eddie so his clothes are pretty big on eddie

the first time he wears any of richie’s clothes is just a quick decision he makes one morning when he gets out of bed—richie’s still lying asleep in their bed, and eddie wants to make some breakfast for them both before he wakes up, so he picks up one of richie’s shirts that was tossed to the floor last night and he slips it on just so that he doesn’t get too cold in the kitchen

eventually richie wakes up when he reaches out to pull eddie against him for sleepy cuddles and finds empty space, he can hear the kettle whistling so he goes to see what’s happening

and that’s when he sees eddie leaning over the kitchen island, just eating some toast and watching the tv in the living room

richie almost goes weak in the knees when he sees eddie in a pair of boxers and his unbuttoned hawaiian shirt; he looks so handsome

“oh, i was expecting to have to wake you up. how’d you sleep?” eddie puts his toast down on the plate in front of him and coming over to richie so he can wrap his arm around richie’s waist and give him a kiss

“i think we need to buy you some of these shirts”

“oh?”

“what d’ya think, eds? would that be okay?”

“of course, rich, but i think i’d rather wear yours” and then he’s kissing richie’s cheek and doing a giggle-snort thing

so after that his and eddie’s halves of the closet start to merge together because richie loves giving eddie his clothes to wear and eddie’s equally as happy to be wearing them. they smell like richie (which eddie says is a lot like washing powder and cake frosting; they like to bake together a lot)

they usually both sleep in just their underwear to allow for skin on skin contact which soothes them a lot, but every now and then eddie takes one of richie’s t-shirts and essentially swaddles himself in it while he spoons richie to sleep

he likes it because he gets to smell richie on the huge t-shirt he’s wearing and he can bury his face in richie’s neck to feel that comfort too

i think even though eddie really likes to wear richie’s shirts, they also do buy some shirts for eddie himself

they’re actually a lot more convenient than his long sleeved shirts because he doesn’t have to tie off the sleeve where he’s missing his left arm on the days when he doesn’t feel like wearing his prosthetic

he and richie go out in public wearing matching hawaiian shirts sometimes just for something funny to enjoy, but richie’s fans eat it up even if it’s just a joke

eventually they branch out from just the shirts and suddenly they’re being photographed in their local grocery store wearing matching sweats (which eddie does wear at home too because they’re very comfortable and more often that not he wears richie’s rather than his own because it feels so comfy and safe)

i think at some point during all of this richie thinks it’ll be a funny idea to pick something of eddie’s to wear because obviously eddie being swallowed up in richie’s clothing doesn’t work the same way backwards due to difference in body shape and height

but he tries anyway

so eddie comes home from his auto body shop one day to find richie lying on their bed looking at his phone, but he’s wearing one of eddie’s t-shirts and it’s emphasising all of the features he usually tries to hide

eddie basically melts into the bed next to richie, he doesn’t laugh like richie thought he would

he thinks richie looks great in his clothes, he can see all of the things that richie usually tries to hide (his curves, his pudgy stomach and love handles)

eddie decides he would very much like to see richie wearing more clothes like this because it makes him want to spend all of his days holding him and kissing the parts of richie’s body he’s insecure about

in the end they don’t have their own separate clothes they just share everything HDKSHDKD

#ask #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #dad bod richie #amputee eddie #mechanic eddie #reddie headcanon #reddie hc #anon #askhc #beep beep saph

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