#reddiefanfic

[zombiegirl882]

Chapter 4 is out and I've figured out where I want the story to go.

I knew how I wanted it to end but was struggling to know how to fill it, but I just came up with a great idea that I hope people will like!

[zombiegirl882]

I love how plonking is a real word and not just something I made up!

Expect to see it in Chapter 4 of my story.

[skelliwren]

Waking Up Can Be Unpleasant

I’m really into reddie rn so here’s the background on how Eddie’s alive in all of my fics :) 

oh yea gratuitous use of the word ‘fuck’ and some hospital stuff

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“Eds. Eds, I am so fucking sorry,” Richie half-mumbled into his hair. Eddie looked up and tried to raise an eyebrow but he could only squint due to the fucking LEDS on the hospital ceiling. He wanted to scream. He wanted to just scream his lungs out that none of them should be sorry. Instead he let out a sputtering cough and leaned into Richie’s chin in the slightest, trying to convey a whirlwind in his head. Richie moved to pull him into an actual hug. It was at an awkward angle - Richie contorting around slightly and not even wrapping his arms fully around Eddie’s shoulders - and Eddie felt tears prick up in his own eyes. He was alive.

He couldn’t tell why - and never would - but the first thing Eddie noticed in the few moments of confused consciousness that followed having knowingly died merely seconds ago was the stale, unmistakable smell of the Derry hospital. Maybe it was the antiseptic, maybe the irrepressible memories of alcohol swabs, or even his mother’s perfume still wafting through the halls. 

That last one wasn’t realistic but it felt real enough. 

Next came the warm reassurance of a hand in his own. It was the only positive influence that would hit him as he woke up. In fact, it became a focal point he clung to as the world overwhelmingly came rushing in, sending his head spinning as he desperately tried to deviate the screaming voices of the past from the eery nearby beeping of a heart rate monitor in the present. Eddie’s last thought had been a stupid inner comment about how squishy Richie’s jacket was in that worn leather kind of way. 

The gaping hole in his stomach still wasn’t pulling any punches either. So much for pain killers. Eddie squeezed the hand in his and coughed, stuttered and stunted by the sharp jabs that shredded his center. Ears pounding. Everything was way too bright. No amount of blinking made opening his eyes any easier. The hand left his and Eddie just about yelled at whoever it was for removing the last thing grounding him until he felt an unmistakable grip on his arms and frantic sounding voices around him. Bev took his hand this time, judging by how not-calloused and hairy they were. 

It took a lot more blinking to make out the blurry image before him that depicted six tired, dirty, and generally downtrodden individuals all fussing over what arguably felt like his own reanimated corpse. He remembered feeling so peaceful as he died. No more anxieties; just the knowledge that his friends would be okay. Eddie didn’t miss the paranoia. A naive part of him earnestly wished he just wouldn’t get it back upon waking up. 

As sounds started to properly register, the first voice he began to decode in his anesthesia muffled mind was of course Richie’s. Eddie’s best friend was crying and gripping his shoulders and while it didn’t hurt physically, mentally his stomach was rolling at the thought. Mike put a hand on Eddie’s forehead. He was crying too. So was Bev. Fuck they were all crying. 

“Eds. Eds, I am so fucking sorry,” Richie half-mumbled into his hair. Eddie looked up and tried to raise an eyebrow but he could only squint due to the fucking LEDS on the hospital ceiling. He wanted to scream. He wanted to just scream his lungs out that none of them should be sorry. Instead he let out a sputtering cough and leaned into Richie’s chin in the slightest, trying to convey a whirlwind in his head. Richie moved to pull him into an actual hug. It was at an awkward angle - Richie contorting around slightly and not even wrapping his arms fully around Eddie’s shoulders - and Eddie felt tears prick up in his own eyes. He was alive.

[reddie-tozibrak]

My Emotional Support Hypochondriac

(some background-it is 1992, three years after the Loser’s Club defeated Pennywise and the members of the Loser’s Club are now in high school [so Eddie never died]) 

CHAPTER ONE

Richie POV

As I walked down the seemingly endless hallway of my high school, excited for what the weekend would entail, I saw the mere outline of a fanny pack attached to a small boy waiting by the stairs. I caught up to him around the cafeteria, the putrid stink of rotting week old milk in the trash bin. 

“That fucking milk smells worse than your mom’s underwear Eds” I said, surprising him. He immediately knew it was me because I’m the only one who calls him ‘Eds’. The slight twitch of his head implied an eye roll. 

“Beep beep Richie”, he responded back sarcastically. That was my cue to shut my trash-mouth up. I loved our nicknames for each other. I called him Eds and he called me trash-mouth. It was our thing. 

Lost in my romantic feelings for this boy, completely oblivious, I walked straight into Bev-who now dressed like the lead singer of the most tragic alternative band on the planet-and fell on top of her. Everyone around us hollered and pursed their mouths together, imitating kissing noises. 

“New girlfriend Tozier?” the school bully, Henry Bowers, asked. Ben’s face immediately turned about fifty shades of red. He was actually dating Bev, but she was too embarrassed to convey that to the whole school. 

“I swear I thought that kid was gay…” his friend mumbled as they turned to leave. I felt my cheeks heat up. I was gay, but the only person that knew that was Eddie. Everyone thought the two of us were just best friends, little did they know I was madly in love with this boy. Eddie burst out laughing as he and Ben reached down to help us up. 

“What was that about you being gay Richie?” Mike chimed in with a shit-eating grin.

“Uhh, n-nothing mike!” This earned more giggles from Eddie. Oh how I loved that giggle. 

“He’s just b-being a p-prick.” Bill said, sticking up for me. I shot him a thankful glance. Eddie wasn’t the best at keeping secrets so you never know who could know my secret. We all starting walking back to Ben’s house. I liked it there, but he had so many weird fucking useless ass pictures of Old Derry on his wall, we all just learned to ignore it. The whole walk there I found myself staring at Eddie. I carried an extra inhaler in my bag on days that we walked to someone’s house just in case he forgot his backup fanny pack. I could feel it stabbing through my backpack. I didn’t mind, though. I would do anything for this boy. My little emotional support hypochondriac. 

[appledeeri]

recommend me reddie fics because i’m in Pain after watching IT chapter 2

[appledeeri]

so uh. all you reddie fanfic writers should hit me up with some good fics for me to read AFTER i leave the theaters crying and asking to see a manager

[eddickaspbrak]

Not that anyone ever really read my reddie fic but should I continue it??

[eddickaspbrak]

If you are an active reddie fanfic writer please reblog this I wanna get in my feels today.