Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016), Parks And Recreation Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings:

I was listening to Don't You Want Me by Human League and my mind went straight to an AU reddie fic idea where nerdy, wheezy Eddie asks the cool, rebel Richie to teach him how to be cool too (maybe Richie was forced to be tutored by Eddie??), and Richie helps him change his look and realizes how cute Eddie is and falls in love???? I'm vulnerable rn

(1) A week. He spends a fucking week in the deadlights, a week in a world that has the fucking balls to keep on turning without Eddie in it, a week after he watches him die, a week tasting Eddie's blood no matter how many times he rinses his mouth, brushes his teeth, slugs back hard liquor. He spends a week in the deadlights living with Eddie dying in his arms. He doesn't say the words but everyone knows. He recarves their initials on the bridge, and while he's doing it, he hears Eddie calling.

(2) He should probably be more disturbed than he is, hearing Eddie calling for him when Eddie died in his arms a week ago, but after everything else, all he can think is that it's fucking Derry. He hasn't been able to leave and maybe it's because he knew Eddie's ghost would come back for him, if he didn't stray too far. He hears Eddie call his name and he calls back, promises he's coming, he'll find a way to him, and that should also be disturbing, but it isn't. And suddenly, suddenly...

(3) Suddenly he's flat on his back beneath the house on Neibolt and Eddie is over him, alive and filled with worry-joy-relief, and he's seen how this story ends. He's seen too much of what comes after the end. He rolls them to the side and the claw rips through him instead, but not the way it had ripped through Eddie. It gouges into him, and it destroys everything he's wearing above the waist, but it doesn't punch through him, it's more a deep graze than anything.

(4) "Pathetic fucking clown!" He screams-- well, there's an inarticulate scream first, and then a loud 'motherfuck--', and Eddie is dragging him to safety, but then he screams something useful. Eddie is whipping off his sweater and trying to staunch Richie's bleeding, but he catches on fast, he knows. He's hurt It before. And Mike is able to rally the others with what they have to do. It goes a lot smoother than it did in the deadlights, he thinks, watching Eddie tear into It.

(5) Mike and Ben manage to carry him out, Eddie running alongside them fussing over him the whole way. This time, when they carry him out, he isn't fighting them, so it figures they'd do that smoother, too. And then he's in a hospital room, he's in a hospital room where he's been stripped and scrubbed and stitched and now he's carefully positioned on a row of pillows in his bed, so that he's not lying on the healing wound that wraps around his back and side, and Eddie is in the room.

(6) "I called Myra, you know. While you were in surgery." Eddie is saying, already in the middle of whatever running monologue he's kept up while Richie was unconscious. He's behind him, hand gentle in Richie's hair. Even if he wasn't talking, Richie thinks he'd know him. "I asked for a divorce. I can't live a lie like that anymore now that I remember... now that we've done what we've done. Even if you couldn't-- even if I'd be alone I had to leave. But Rich, you've gotta know, I've always..."

(7) "You won't be alone." Richie says, hoarse. He can't really reach for him or turn to him, but it doesn't matter-- soon Eddie is on the other side of the bed, facing him, leaning down to meet his eyes and touching his face like he's a miracle, even though Eddie's the miracle, Eddie died in his arms in the deadlights and now he's here before him and on the verge of saying everything Richie's ever wanted to hear. "Come out to LA with me. You won't ever-- you won't be alone, Eds. Promise."

(I didn't receive (8) but I'm hoping it was a miscount otherwise I'm SO SORRY)

(9) "I love you." Richie nods, reaching for Eddie in return as relief floods him, a happiness he never thought he'd know. His hand is shaking so bad he can see it shaking, and he doesn't have his glasses, and it's not that he lacks the strength to lift it, but the enormity of the moment... It wasn't so long ago that he thought he'd never be happy again, that he thought he'd lost any hope of this. He hadn't had hope, or needed it, but he'd had knowing Eddie was alive and then he lost that...

(10/10) When his hand meets Eddie's cheek, Eddie's free hand is there to hold it in place, over the fresh bandage. Eddie winces a little before they adjust the way they touch, mouths the word 'stitches' and then kisses the heel of Richie's hand. He's still shaky, maybe he'll never stop shaking, but Eddie leans in close enough that even without his glasses, Richie can see him clear enough. For now, that's all he needs.

I'm sorry but this sounds like it was straight out of a fic and you're telling me it's in the book?! Maybe I should read it again after so many years

Can you imagine a reddie where the gang learns about ahegao and Eddie does it and Richie basically has a heart attack???

Stan would be that guy who'd steal Eddie's first kiss just so Richie would finally react and do something.

In a world where demons and monsters exist, the gang are still together and Eddie is a stubborn virgin succubus/incubus and he finds it harder to fight as they all get older and after constantly having Richie volunteer himself, Eddie finally gives in. because I can picture eddie practically drooling over richie's dick or enthralled while riding richie and richie is absolutely estatic and somehow can endure everything

New reddie fic recommend!!! Hannahberrie's Strawberry Milkshakes & Cigarettes made me feel all kinds of ways!!

Pairing: tomgreg

Summary:

“... then I guess you were rubbing one out while we were talking?”

The silence followed by a guilty, but quiet, “umm” sound was not what he was expecting, but hoped for, and Tom was elated.

Ready to sink his teeth into it.

“You’re a dirty fucking piggy, Greg.”

What if there's a fic where Richie is famous and Eddie, for the life of him doesn't know WHY maybe because he's kind of hot... follows him on IG.

Richie posts a story where he's at somewhere gross or touching something and Eddie couldn't stop himself leaving a comment, something like "That's so unsanitary, do you know you could get a disease from that, asshole?" and didn't realise the comment gets sent as a DM until he gets a response back something like "damn talk dirty to me more hotstuff," and now Richie won't leave him alone

Tomgreg has made me so Ill, I created a spotify playlist of songs that make me think about them 🥹 y'all, it's an I l l n e s s no ship has ever made me be THISSS sick